#jo imagines

[slytherinshua]

♡　LOVE EXPLOSION　( エンティーム )

      in which . . . you get cuteness aggression for your boyfriend and try to squish his cheeks.

genre fluff , headcanons , est. relationship , &team x fem!reader   cw just kisses , not proofread   wc 900ish (100 per member)    request no   note where's my boyfriend so i can squish his cheeks and give him kisses i am not okay   net @lune-net @kstrucknet

KOGA YUDAI ﾐ 古賀祐大

Giggles as soon as your hands are on his face. He can’t tell you why he finds it so funny, but something about you struggling to even reach to hold his face in your hands and squish his cheeks makes his heart all warm and a big smile grow on his face. Before you can kiss him or even say anything, he’s already teasing you. Will probably squish your cheeks back, agreeing that he also gets the urge to just hold you and coo over your face because of how cute you are in his eyes. 

MURATA FUMA ﾐ 村田風雅

You can’t really catch this man by surprise. As soon as you’re grabbing his cheeks, he’s grabbing your waist, and asking you what’s up. When you just say you wanted to admire him, he will smile at you lovingly. Bends down a bit so you have better access to his face, and of course, gives you the same treatment minutes later. Fuma’s always so gentle and patient, so if this was a common occurrence, he would get used to it quickly. Doesn’t quite understand why you feel the urge to squish your boyfriend’s face almost every day, but he wouldn’t question it either.

BYUN EUIJOO ﾐ 변의주

Pauses whatever he was telling you as soon as you grab his face, because he assumes it’s something serious. First looks at you with big concerned eyes, but slowly his smile grows once he realizes that you’re looking at him as if he hung the stars in the sky. Closes his eyes in shock as soon as you start pressing kisses to his nose. Will grab your wrists and remove your hands, just to return the favour with lots of kisses of his own. Probably asks what it was for minutes later, which would lead to the action just repeating.

WANG YIXIANG ﾐ 王奕翔

Immediately throws out questions trying to understand what prompted you to grab his face so suddenly. “What are you do—” Is successfully shut up when you kiss his face and giggle at how cute he is. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion because he can’t recall trying to be cute at all. Let’s you leave kisses all around his face; cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, anywhere you need. Definitely enjoys the attention from you, however, he always racks his brain trying to figure out why you’re squishing his cheeks for the third time, and simply can’t because the cuteness aggression always comes spontaneously. 

NAKAKITA YUMA ﾐ 中耒田悠真

It’s no secret that you can get away with much more than the normal person because you’re Yuma’s girlfriend. But still, you should be a little careful, cause as soon as you grab his cheeks to squish, he’s giving you a signature kitty glare looking like he might swipe at you. But, since you’re his girlfriend and he loves you, he lets you shower him with sickeningly sweet words while he stands there like 🧍. Definitely rolls his eyes at least once— he’s really not the lovey dovey PDA type of boyfriend. But secretly deep down, his heart flutters a bit at your gesture. 

ASAKURA JO ﾐ 朝倉穣

Looks up at you with his big doe eyes, genuinely confused as to why you’re squishing his cheeks and cooing at him as if he’s a baby. But for some reason his stomach is also somersaulting with butterflies and he isn’t quite sure why he finds the action so flustering. Ears and cheeks turn a bright shade of red as soon as you start peppering his whole face with kisses, and he’s left a stuttering mess for at least a couple minutes because why would you do that so suddenly without warning him. 

SHIGETA HARUA ﾐ 重田美琉愛

Doesn’t even register in his brain that it’s a sign of affection. You could be spilling all the cutest words about him while holding his face in your hands and he’d be raising an eyebrow trying to figure out what all this was about. A little bit lost and confused at times when it comes to this type of affection, but once you explain the concept of cuteness aggression to him, he would probably get it. Enjoys the extra kisses regardless and looks extremely adorable all confused, as if you can see the cogs in his brain turning slowly. 

TAKAYAMA RIKI ﾐ 高山りき

He’s so used to being the victim of cuteness aggression, especially when it comes to his cheeks. Because the members are already all over him. He doesn’t even seem fazed when you squish his cheeks and giggle over his cute dimples. But he does quickly get the idea that he finally has someone he can do it too as well, and will definitely start to squish your cheeks and give you extra kisses on a regular basis to try to balance out how much he receives. Becomes your go-to way to show affection with each other :( 

HIROTA RIKI ﾐ 宏田力

Thinks you’re doing it for a tiktok prank at first. “What trend is this?” As soon as he says that, you stop kissing his face and look at him, exasperated. He’ll quickly realize you were doing it just because, and let you continue without interruption. Probably rambles about how cute you two are as a couple afterwards and his neverending effect on you being credited to his rizz or effortless charm. You have to jokingly say you’ll never give him kisses again just to get him to shut up, cause his ego is that high. But at the end of it, you’ll both be laughing together (and he’ll return the kisses). 

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[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 &TEAM REACTING TO YOU MAKING DOE/PUPPY EYES AT THEM . . !

&team ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : yes. ☆ — &t masterlist

K :

K wasn’t one to be easily swayed, and you knew it. He was calm, logical, and not one to give in to whims without solid reasoning. But that didn’t stop you from trying. You’d asked him for something, nothing too unreasonable, but his initial answer had been a firm, “No.”

That’s when you pulled out your secret weapon: the doe eyes.

You tilted your head slightly, gazing up at him with wide, pleading eyes and just the tiniest pout for good measure. At first, K didn’t even look at you, sensing your tactic. “Don’t,” he warned, his voice even but with a hint of amusement.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied innocently, holding the expression.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and the way he paused gave you hope. “That’s not going to work on me,” he said, arms crossing in defiance.

You held firm, blinking slowly and tilting your head again for added effect.

K let out a long sigh, his hand moving up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re so persistent,” he muttered, but the small upward tug at the corner of his lips gave him away.

“Does that mean yes?” you asked, barely holding back a triumphant smile.

K shook his head, finally meeting your gaze with a soft chuckle. “Fine. But only this once,” he said, his tone exasperated but affectionate.

“Only this once, huh?” you teased, knowing full well you’d won.

“You know I can’t say no to you when you do that,” he admitted, his voice quiet as he reached out to gently ruffle your hair. “But don’t think you can win every time.”

Spoiler: You probably could.

FUMA :

Fuma was confident, grounded, and not someone who caved easily. He liked to think he had a strong will, but when it came to you, things were… complicated.

You had asked him for a favor, not a big one, but he’d said no anyway, claiming it wasn’t practical. You could’ve argued your case logically, but where was the fun in that? Instead, you went straight for your secret weapon: doe eyes.

Fuma barely glanced at you at first, already sensing what you were up to. “Don’t even try it,” he said, his tone flat but amused.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied sweetly, your eyes wide and innocent.

He let out a laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “You think I’m going to fall for that?”

You leaned in slightly, blinking up at him like some adorable creature who’d just lost their way in the forest. “Please, Fuma?” you said softly, drawing out the last word just enough.

He froze for a moment, his eyes flickering to meet yours, and you caught the slight waver in his expression. “You’re so unfair,” he muttered, trying to sound exasperated, though the corners of his mouth twitched.

“Does that mean yes?” you asked, your tone hopeful.

Fuma sighed dramatically, resting his hands on his hips as he gave you a mock glare. “Fine. But only because you’re too cute for your own good,” he relented, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe himself.

You grinned triumphantly, clapping your hands together in victory. “Thank you, Fuma! You’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, though he reached out to pinch your cheek gently. “You owe me for this.”

“Anything you want,” you replied cheerfully, knowing full well he could never stay mad at you, especially when you used your secret weapon.

NICHOLAS :

Nicholas liked to think he was immune to your antics. But when you wanted something, really wanted something, you had a way of softening his edges that made him question just how much self-control he actually had.

It started innocently enough: you asking him for a favor, nothing out of the ordinary. But when he jokingly told you no, you turned to face him, head tilted slightly as you gave him the most heartbreakingly sweet expression he’d ever seen.

“Please, Nicholas?” you said, your voice soft, eyes wide with that doe-eyed look you knew he couldn’t resist.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard, and then let out a dry laugh. “Are you serious right now?”

You said nothing, just blinked up at him a few more times, letting the silence work in your favor.

Nicholas leaned back, narrowing his eyes at you as if he could will himself not to give in. “That’s not going to work,” he said firmly, though the small smile creeping onto his face betrayed him.

“Oh?” you replied, stepping closer, still holding the look.

“Don’t even think about—”

But you did. You clasped your hands together, tilting your head just slightly to add an extra layer of cuteness to the effect.

Nicholas groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I hate this. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being strategic,” you corrected, your lips twitching with amusement.

He sighed, dropping his head in defeat. “Fine. You win. What is it? What do you want?”

Your smile grew impossibly wide as you told him, and he rolled his eyes, though there was a warmth in his expression that said he didn’t really mind.

“You know, this is emotional warfare,” he muttered, grabbing his jacket as he moved to follow through with your request.

“Maybe,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist in a quick hug. “But it worked.”

Nicholas let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he pulled you closer. “You’re too dangerous,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “But I guess I don’t mind losing to you.”

EJ :

EJ had always prided himself on being level-headed and practical. He liked to think he wasn’t the type to be easily influenced, until you came along and completely ruined that idea.

When you’d asked him for a favor, he initially said no, not because he didn’t want to help but because he genuinely thought it wasn’t the best idea. But you weren’t about to give up so easily.

Instead, you took a step closer, tilted your head slightly, and gave him your best doe-eyed look. EJ noticed instantly, freezing mid-sentence. “What… what are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft and unsure.

“Doing what?” you replied innocently, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

He let out a short laugh, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, his voice almost pleading.

“Like what?” you pressed, your tone sweet and unassuming, though you knew exactly what you were doing.

EJ’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as he avoided your gaze, trying to keep his composure. “You’re not playing fair,” he muttered, glancing at you for half a second before looking away again.

“So… is that a yes?” you asked, leaning in just a little closer.

He let out a long, defeated sigh before finally meeting your gaze again. “How am I supposed to say no when you look at me like that?” he said, his voice soft and full of affection.

You beamed, clapping your hands together excitedly. “Thank you, Euijoo! You’re the best!”

He chuckled, shaking his head as a small, shy smile crept onto his lips. “You know you’re dangerous, right?” he said, reaching out to lightly poke your forehead.

“Dangerously cute?” you teased, earning a laugh from him.

“Yeah, let’s go with that,” he said, his eyes warm as they lingered on yours for a moment. “But don’t think this’ll work every time.”

You both knew it absolutely would.

YUMA :

Yuma didn’t think he could ever be someone who got flustered easily. He was calm, rational, and good at holding his ground—until you came along with those ridiculously persuasive puppy-dog eyes. The first time it happened, he thought it was a fluke. But now, it was an undeniable weakness.

He was seated at the dining table, flipping through a book on choreography concepts when you walked over and sat beside him. You didn’t say anything at first, just waited until he glanced up, curiosity flickering in his expression. That’s when you made your move.

“Yuma,” you said, your tone sweet and almost hesitant. “I was thinking… maybe we could go for a walk? It’s such a nice day outside.”

Yuma tilted his head slightly, looking at the sunlight streaming through the window. “A walk?” he echoed. “I mean… maybe later? I still have—”

You didn’t even let him finish. Your eyes went wide, lips softly pouting, your entire expression radiating innocence and longing. “But it’s the perfect weather… and it’d be so much better if we went together.”

He blinked. Once. Twice. His hand hovered over his book, frozen mid-turn.

“Are you—” He paused, narrowing his eyes. “You’re doing that thing again, aren’t you?”

“What thing?” you asked, your voice soft and oh-so-innocent.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing deeply as if he were trying to resist. “That look. You know exactly what you’re doing. It’s unfair.”

You smiled, resting your chin on your hand as you leaned closer. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yuma. It’s just me asking nicely.”

Yuma gave you a flat look but closed the book anyway, standing up and stretching. “Fine, let’s go,” he said, grabbing his jacket.

“Really?” You lit up immediately, practically bouncing in excitement.

“Yeah, really,” he replied with a small laugh. “But next time, don’t think I’m letting you win that easily.”

You beamed at him, taking his hand as you walked to the door. “I don’t know what you mean. You’re just too sweet.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Sweet? Or weak when it comes to you?”

“Both,” you teased, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he muttered, shaking his head. But the way he looked at you, the faintest trace of a smirk on his lips, was enough to tell you he didn’t mind at all.

JO :

He was sitting on the couch, listening to music with his headphones on, when you appeared in front of him, arms folded loosely and a small pout on your lips. Without saying a word, you stared at him with those big eyes that seemed to carry so much unspoken affection.

Jo immediately paused his music, pulling one earbud out as he raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the look?”

You tilted your head slightly, your lips parting in a small, almost mischievous smile. “What look?” you asked, feigning innocence, though your eyes gave you away instantly. “I was just wondering if we could… do something fun today?”

He crossed his arms, trying to appear unaffected. “We could do anything, just say it.”

But you didn’t immediately speak. Instead, you let the silence stretch just long enough, making sure you had his full attention. When you finally spoke again, it was in a sweet, soft voice. “Maybe we could go out for ice cream? You know, just the two of us?”

Jo’s eyes narrowed slightly as if weighing the options, his mouth twitching into a smile despite his efforts to stay composed. “You really think you can get me with that face?”

You shrugged, leaning in just a little closer, lowering your lashes in the most endearing way. “I dunno… I think I’ve got a pretty good chance.”

He couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re not saying no, though,” you quipped, your eyes lighting up as he slowly stood up, hands in his pockets.

“Fine, you win.” He smiled, shaking his head as he reached for his jacket. “But you owe me one. No more puppy eyes for a month.”

“Deal!” you cheered, grinning from ear to ear.

Jo rolled his eyes, but the warmth behind his smile couldn’t be hidden. “You’re lucky I can’t say no to you.”

HARUA :

Harua, being the soft-hearted and empathetic type, was always a little more sensitive to your emotional cues. He was used to being the one to cheer people up, to offer comfort when it was needed, so when you gave him those puppy eyes, he found it incredibly hard to resist.

You were sitting next to him, your hand resting on your lap when you suddenly turned to him, big eyes staring up at him like a puppy looking for attention. Your lips curled into a subtle pout as you waited for him to notice, knowing full well it would make him weak.

Harua blinked, clearly caught off guard. He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on the couch as he avoided your gaze. “U-uh, what’s going on? You alright?”

You didn’t say anything, just leaned in a little closer, blinking slowly and staring up at him with exaggerated innocence, knowing that he’d struggle to keep a straight face.

He gulped, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to focus on anything else but you. “Y-you’re doing that thing again…”

“What thing?” you asked sweetly, your voice soft and angelic, your puppy eyes never leaving him.

Harua let out a nervous laugh, clearly fighting his inner battle. “You know what I mean. You’re making that face.” He glanced at you, his face starting to turn a shade of pink. “Why are you using that on me?”

“I’m not using anything on you,” you replied innocently, your smile growing as you watched his struggle. “I just thought it’d be nice if we did something together today… like go for a walk, maybe grab some coffee?”

He hesitated, trying to hold back the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re… you’re so sneaky.”

You leaned a bit closer, keeping your eyes wide and sweet, and that was all it took. Harua let out a soft sigh and reached for his phone. “Fine, fine. But only because you’re too cute to say no to,” he mumbled, unable to fight the growing smile on his face. “You really have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

You grinned, pleased with the victory, and Harua couldn’t help but chuckle as he shook his head. “I’ll never get used to how easily you get your way with me.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you teased.

“Not at all,” he said, his voice soft but warm, as he took your hand. “Let’s go, you silly thing. But no more puppy eyes until tomorrow, okay?”

You giggled, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, making his heart flutter in his chest. “Deal!”

TAKI :

Taki had always been the playful and cheeky type, but when it came to you, he couldn’t help but be a little softer. He loved teasing you, and in return, you knew exactly how to get under his skin.

You were sitting together on the couch, quietly talking when you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. You turned your head toward him and, without a word, widened your eyes, tilting your head slightly to the side. Your lips were pursed just enough to make you look like you were trying to hold back a pout, but it was clear to him that you were playing your usual game.

At first, Taki didn’t respond. He simply raised an eyebrow and continued scrolling through his phone, pretending not to notice. But he knew, of course, that you were trying to pull the puppy eyes on him.

You repeated your tactic, this time making your eyes even bigger and drawing out your pout, hoping he’d cave. You didn’t say anything; your silence was all you needed.

He finally sighed dramatically, putting down his phone and giving you an exaggerated look. “Are you really doing this right now?” he asked, his voice full of mock disbelief.

You just blinked at him, your eyes still wide, and waited for him to crack.

Taki stared at you for a moment, trying to maintain his composure. He shook his head. “You know I’m not going to give in to that, right?”

But you didn’t say a word. You just continued to stare up at him with that sweet, innocent expression. It was impossible for him to focus on anything else.

His resolve faltered, and a soft laugh slipped from his lips. “Ugh, fine,” he muttered, defeated. “You win again. What do you want?”

You broke into a big grin, your eyes shining with triumph. “I was thinking maybe you could help me with something in the kitchen? You know, I can’t quite reach the top shelf…”

Taki looked at you, still smirking, though there was a softness in his eyes now. “You’re lucky I’m whipped for you,” he said, standing up and stretching his arms. “Alright, let’s go, before you start giving me those eyes again.”

You followed him into the kitchen, feeling accomplished as he grumbled under his breath but still helping you with everything you asked. You were sure he’d never admit it, but he kind of liked it when you used those puppy eyes on him. Maybe it was a little unfair, but you knew exactly how to make him melt.

MAKI :

You had figured out a little trick: making doe eyes at him when you wanted something. At first, Maki had laughed it off, convinced he wouldn’t be affected. But as time went on, he realized that whenever you did that, it was hard to focus on anything else.

So, you sat next to him on the couch one evening, quietly chatting about nothing in particular. You were getting close to asking for his help with something, but you decided to have a little fun first.

You turned toward him, your eyes suddenly wide and full of innocence, a subtle pout forming on your lips as you gazed up at him. You didn’t say anything. You just stared at him, holding the gaze with an almost puppy-like gaze.

Maki, ever the observant one, immediately noticed the change. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at you for a second before looking away, pretending not to notice. “What’s that look for?” he asked, trying to stay casual.

You didn’t respond, just continuing to gaze at him with your doe eyes, and this time, you added a little tilt of your head, just enough to make it even more convincing.

He sighed, closing his eyes in mock frustration. “Come on, you can’t be serious right now.” He glanced back at you, trying not to smile. “What do you want?”

You leaned in closer, eyes still locked on him. “Well… I was thinking maybe you could help me with that thing we talked about earlier,” you said softly, your voice just the right amount of sweet.

Maki rolled his eyes, but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching upward. He tried to hold back his smile, but it was clear that the puppy eyes were working their magic. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head as he reached for his phone. “Fine, what is it? I swear, you know how to get me every time.”

You grinned triumphantly, leaning against him. “Thanks, Maki. You’re the best.”

Maki let out a dramatic sigh, but his grin didn’t quite hide his affection. “I’m only doing this because you’re lucky I’m whipped for you,” he teased, a little more fondly than he intended.

“You’re not fooling anyone,” you said, playfully nudging him. “I know I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

He smirked at you, finally giving in fully. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get used to it,” he said, even though it was clear he didn’t mind helping you out one bit.

It wasn’t about the task at hand. It was about the way you knew how to get to him, and that was something Maki would never admit was his weakness.

Word count : 3274 | serapharua, 2025.

[restlessmaknae]

risk it all // jo

As a werewolf hunter, you knew better than to fall in love with a werewolf, but the last person you expected to be one was your boyfriend, Jo.

➳ Characters: werewolf!Jo x werewolf hunter!female reader/you

➳ Genre: urban fantasy, established relationship, angst with a hopeful ending

➳ Words: 4.5k

➳ Warning: mentions of weapons, wolfsbane, werewolf attack, reader kills a werewolf, bruises, pain, losing parents, period, kissing

➳ A/N: I love &TEAM so much that I wrote my first werewolf story for them (who's surprised though?)!! Also, I loved watching Teen Wolf when I was younger, so most of the lore in this story is based on the show, the rest is made up by me. Everything is explained though, so you can read it even if you have not been crushing on Stiles Stilinski back in the days...

The woods were dense, illuminated only by the moonlight above, painting a path under your feet, taking you further into the trees.

The familiar weight of the silver knives attached to your hips and your ankles made you feel reassured as you held onto your longbow, the tip of the arrow containing just enough wolfsbane to immobilise a werewolf. Your steps were confident yet calculated as you knew the woods like the back of your hand, and even the tiniest noise could not slip your attention.

You heard rustling from behind the nearby trees, and you turned slowly, waiting for more movement, but only the leaves were gently falling to the ground. You didn’t let your guard down though. There had been more and more inexplicable incidents in these woods lately, and though the media thought that the reason was some strange wild animal activity, you knew better than that. The werewolves came out more and more often, and not just during full moon, which meant that you had to fight back even harder.

You were extra cautious though. Before, it was enough if you and one more hunter searched the woods at night, but you doubled and sometimes tripled that number these days. There were other areas to search, and there were other hunter families in the city, so you discussed your plans beforehand to maximise efficiency.

As you turned back, you let your eyes get used to your surroundings once again, taking in every inch, every detail. You had been doing this for so many years now, it felt like second nature to be so hyper-aware of everything.

So when you heard the faint snap of a branch, you immediately turned towards the source, a pair of yellow eyes looking back at you. You couldn’t exactly see the silhouette of the animal, but you knew where to aim the arrow to hit it on spot.

You didn’t even waste time, you pulled the string immediately and aimed, the werewolf jumping out from behind a row of bushes as you sent it flying. However, you knew you had miscalculated the moment it hit the werewolf only in its left paw, not its heart. It was a lot bigger and stronger than you had expected. It wasn’t even just an ordinary werewolf.

It was an Alpha.

“Damnit,” you cursed under your nose as you reached back to the quiver attached to your back to pull out another arrow. Your best chance was to shoot it with at least three to four arrows or your most deadly silver knife containing the highest dose of wolfsbane you had on you to weaken it because Alphas were a lot more difficult to defeat, and it took a bigger dose of wolfsbane to immobilize them.

It attacked in a blink of an eye too, and as you tried to run backwards while aiming, you stumbled in the root of a tree and missed the shot. Your heart was in your throat, your legs burning as you sprinted forward, your hand already reaching for the knife by your thigh. You just took a hold of it when the force from behind pushed you to the ground, squeezing the air out of your lungs. You could feel that your ankle got hit the most, and it felt like thorns tearing through your pants, your skin burning.

Your fingers held onto the cold weapon in your hand even tighter while you gathered enough force to turn onto your back. Before you could swing the knife at the werewolf who was now coming at you with full force, the Alpha was tossed to the side by another one, his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight shining through the trees.

You were so shocked by the sudden appearance of the other werewolf that you didn’t even register that their attention wasn’t on you, so you could escape. That was a mistake because when the Alpha threw the other werewolf onto the ground a few seconds later, it immediately turned back to you. Though your ankle was on fire, you pushed yourself up to standing, but you didn’t manage to get out of the monster’s way in time, so you swung the knife into its chest just as it came at you.

Which meant that its lifeless body ended up falling over you, pinning your legs to the ground.

The sheer force of the Alpha and the pain burning through your body was too much, and though it faintly felt like the weight was lifted off you quite literally, the last thing you saw was a familiar pair of chocolate-brown eyes before darkness overcame you.

You woke to the sound of the kettle whistling, and you needed a few seconds to realise why it was odd.

As soon as you opened your eyes and moved your limbs, the pain came on full force, especially the tingling sensation in your legs. You seethed as you pushed yourself up, only to feel a sharp pain in your back. You fell back to the couch, wincing from the pain.

You heard shuffling sounds from the kitchen, and as your eyes adjusted to the dimly lit living room and the couch you were lying on, the familiarity of the place eased your tensed muscles. Until it didn’t.

“Jo?” You called out, your voice coming out hoarse. You knew that this couldn’t be a dream, the pain was too real for that, but this eerily felt like a nightmare when your boyfriend walked out of the kitchen with a steaming mug in his hands because something in you told you that this wasn’t right.

“I’m here,” he announced with his trademark coy smile, something that made your toes curl under different circumstances. “I’ve made you some camomile tea,” he explained gently as if you had just been crushing over at his place when you were on your period. Your favourite kind of tea, of course.

Everything was so normal, so mundane, the questions got stuck in your throat watching him put the mug on the table in front of the couch and crouching down beside your lying form, eyes wide in concern.

“How are you feeling?” He questioned softly, quietly, but you just blinked at him, confused and scattered until you looked into those deep chocolate-brown eyes. Then, the realisation hit you with full force, and immobilised you as if you had been the one hit with wolfsbane. “I’ve taken care of your leg. They seemed to be thorns from a rose bud. But I didn’t want to examine the rest of your bruises until you woke up,” he explained hurriedly, a tint of pink colouring his cheek at the mention of your other bruises. Judged by the pain, you must have been covered in purple spots from your waist up.

This wasn’t what caught your attention though.

“How did you treat it? You don’t even need a first-aid kit for your bruises.”

“I got the kit after you first came over,” he justified, and something must have reflected in your eyes over his unsaid confession because he immediately looked down, avoiding your eyes.

Werewolves didn’t need first-aid kits. They had accelerated healing abilities, and their cuts and wounds closed and healed within a matter of minutes, hours at max. That’s why you needed wolfsbane, to slow down their healing, so that they couldn’t attack innocent people and animals whilst in their werewolf form. A higher dose of wolfsbane even forced them to turn back to their human form, and the highest… well, it was fatal.

You considered yourself to be a good enough hunter. One that would see the signs, spot the unusual patterns, the supernatural strength or the heightened senses, and one that wouldn’t need saving when out on her werewolf search. It wasn’t enough that Jo was a werewolf, and you had never even considered the possibility of him being one, but he had even saved you back there, something that hurt your pride. Werewolves weren’t supposed to be saving humans, let alone werewolf hunters. They were evil and monstrous, and unwilling to learn how to control themselves. People like your parents paid the price.

“Why did you save me?” You asked without hesitation, and the boy looked up at your question, almost hurt.

“How could I not save you?”

His voice was gentle as always, his features soft as always, his dark eyes shining fondly as always. You had seen him out there in the woods though, and it was the furthest sight from always, and that hurt you the most - that though the person in front of you was so familiar, he seemed so unfamiliar at the very same time.

“You are a werewolf, Jo!” You voiced out, your voice slightly pitched. “And I’m… I’m a werewolf hunter. I despise your kind, I hunt your kind, and I would show no mercy to your kind.”

“I know… but I could see that it was you. I learned how to control my animal side and still keep my humanity,” he explained matter-of-factly, but you both knew how rare it was.

That was the thing though; werewolves could attack even their loved ones if they turned because their werewolf self didn’t remember whom they knew or what those people meant to them. They were animals after all. It supposedly took enormous mental will-power and practice to keep the two in balance even when they transformed, and most of them lacked that control.

However, you had seen with your own two eyes how Jo had gone against that Alpha, and he had done that to save you. There was no use going against his words. On the other hand, he could have also seen how you had swung your knife into the other werewolf’s body, so he could have had every reason to hurt you afterwards or to leave you there.

Yet, he didn’t.

“What were you doing in the woods either way?” You asked him instead of letting the pain of the realisation that he was a werewolf register.

“I was roaming the woods for other werewolves. Me and my pack, we don’t want aggressive ones around here. It’s because of them that there are more incidents and that there are more… werewolf hunters,” he added the last bit belatedly, and you could feel his eyes on you even though you had to look away.

It was all just too much to take in. Not only the events out in the woods but what he was saying. So he could not only control himself but he was also chasing down other werewolves to prevent innocent lives being taken away? Could you really believe that there were werewolves out there who were trying to protect humans? After what happened to your parents, you found it so hard to believe it. Even if Jo had just saved you. Yet, even if you believed him, you found it hard to believe others, that there were others like him.

So despite the burning in your leg and the aching in your upper body, you pushed yourself up from the couch. It didn’t slip your attention that Jo held out his hand to help you, but didn’t dare touch you.

“I need to go.”

“But your leg…” Jo protested as your feet touched the floor and you started limping towards the front door.

“It’s fine.”

“At least, let me give you a ride,” he insisted as he came up behind you with your bag in his hands that you had totally forgotten about.

He must have picked it up when he had saved you and had seen your car parked outside the woods. You had been together for two years, so you had already let him drive your car and vica versa, but you would have never thought that he would use it under such circumstances.

“Jo…” You started, your voice coming out shaky. You found him already staring at you when you turned towards him and looked into his eyes. Your whole body was shaking from the pain, but your heart was in the most pain still. “Right now, I don’t want anything from you. It’s all too much. It’s all too unbelievable, and after how I lost my parents to werewolves, I’m not sure I can trust myself with one.”

Jo opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it without an answer. It took everything in you to not break down in front of him, to not sob in his arms like you did a few times, and to not let him hug you, shielding you from the outside world. You were just as much battling him as yourself, and he would have made it easier if he had not held on.

“I’m sorry,” he said in the end, sincerity oozing off him. You couldn’t tell whether it was because of what you told him about your parents, or because of the whole situation, but you didn’t care. Either way, you had the same answer.

“Yeah, me too,” you retorted, and after grabbing your bag from him and putting on your boots, you slammed the door behind you.

Only then did you allow the first sob to surface.

Jo was your first love.

You closed off your heart after you lost your parents, not long after your 18th birthday. In the beginning, you couldn’t join them for werewolf hunting because they said that you were too young, and they didn’t want you to get hurt. However, when you turned 16, they slowly began to train you, and they let you accompany them a few times if you continued focusing on your studies.

That day, it was a full moon, and you were out with your best friend because she started getting suspicious that you didn’t want to hang out as frequently as before, so you agreed to watch a movie with her. When you came back home at night, your parents still didn’t arrive. You went to take a shower, got changed, and got ready to bed. They had never stayed out too late, and they had usually not gotten seriously hurt, so you had tried your best to fall asleep.

However, you had this gut feeling that something was wrong, and called both of their phones in hopes that they were already in the car, merely forgetting to message you that they were on their way back home. They didn’t pick up.

The next time someone picked up the call, it was a police officer, and he told you that their bodies were found in the woods, supposedly attacked by a wild animal.

You were a wreck, and you spent the whole year trying to pick yourself up. You weren’t sure that you would ever be okay, that you would ever be anything but that shell of a person without a goal, without a future, without a safety net to fall back onto. You pushed everyone away - your best friend, the teachers, the neighbours -, you didn’t need their pity. That only resulted in one thing: that you were so very lonely, so very alone in the end.

Since you were an adult, you didn’t need a guardian, and your parents’ heritance covered your living costs, but you didn’t even dare to dream about going to university upon graduation. That’s how you ended up as a cashier at an arts shop that the nearby art college’s students frequented - one of them being Jo himself.

It started out small though, just helping him find the right coloured paints for one of his projects, but the more he dropped by, the closer you got. He was shy, you could tell, but you were wary of strangers and you didn’t really believe that anyone could love you or for that matter, that you could love anyone after the loss.

You spent the first year of his college years briefly interacting, but when the second year rolled by, he was braver. Still subtle, still gentle about it, but he lingered longer, he asked you about the placement of products he already knew, and he asked you more personal questions when it was just the two of you in the shop.

Now looking back, you realised that his hesitance must have come from a different place, not just his shyness. He was probably weighing the risk of getting close to a human, and though he was the one who constantly took a step closer to you, you were the one who took the final step. On that rainy night after graduation when he told you that his parents didn’t come to his graduation ceremony because he didn’t know them, he grew up in an orphanage, seeing that hurt and longing in his eyes, you asked him to wait for the end of your shift because you wanted to talk to him.

You didn’t know whether he would stay here after graduation or whether he wanted to stay in touch with you, but you told him that you wanted him to. Then, you kissed him.

You knew that by loving him, you were willing to risk that you would lose him one day, but you waited enough time to be sure of your feelings and to open up your heart again.

Ever since then, he was your anchor, and the only person you let get close to you. He knew you better than anyone, and though you hid it from him that you were a werewolf hunter because you didn’t want to get him in trouble, he knew everything else.

Turns out you weren’t the only one keeping a secret.

For that reason, you knew that it wasn’t fair that you held a grudge against him. You did keep it a secret that you were hunting his kind just as well as he hid the fact that he was a werewolf. He had saved you, going against an Alpha to do so, proving you that he had been in control of his emotions. If not that, the colour of his eyes - his human eyes - was another proof. Werewolves’ eyes were usually yellow, but when they were in control of their human side after turning, their real eye colour could also appear. His did, very clearly so.

Not to mention that if he had truly wanted to hurt you, he could have had multiple chances before. Not just during the three years he frequented the shop you worked at, but during the two years you spent together as a couple since then.

Still, you needed time to digest what had happened. You needed time to see things how they were without your emotions clouding your judgement. You needed time to trust him again, and he gave you just that. He didn’t reach out just as you had asked him not to, and you didn’t search for him either.

Two weeks later, on a rainy day, your memories of the day of his graduation (your first kiss) came back, and you found yourself going to his flat. You didn’t know whether he was at home or not, but you still knocked on his door, your heart in your throat. He still opened the door like he always did, but instead of a relaxed expression and a following coy smile, you were met with concerned eyes and a tensed jaw.

“Y/N…”

The way your name rolled off his tongue was uncertain at best, but you couldn’t blame him. After what you had said to him and how you had left him, you weren’t surprised that he had his doubts as to why you would come to him.

“I’m sorry, I know it might be sudden, but I’ve been thinking a lot. Can we talk now?” You poured the words onto him in one go, but he answered without hesitation.

“Yes, sure. Come in!” He beckoned and opened the door wider, stepping sideways, so you could walk into his flat.

You had walked into his place multiple times before, but your heart had never been as heavy as now. Your body was yearning to get close to him, to touch him, to listen to his heartbeat while he was listening to yours, but your heart was not ready to give in.

Instead, you took a seat on the worn-out couch, every single limb tense, your legs ready to bolt any time. Deep down, you knew that you should not fear him; if he had really wanted to, he could have hurt you many times before, including the last time in the woods. By saving you, he had even risked his identity to be exposed, but it seemed that you were more important to him than the secret he had been keeping.

Jo sat down beside you on the couch, but he didn’t sit as close as he usually did. It pained you as much as it reassured you. He gave you space and time to pull yourself together as always.

“So…” You cleared your throat after an awkward minute or so. “I haven’t been totally honest with you, and I’m sorry about that. I guess the reason for that was the same reason you didn’t tell me that you were a werewolf,” you mused out loud, your hands getting sweaty in your lap. You watched your fingers fiddle with the material of your hoodie, absent-mindedly or obsessively, you couldn’t tell.

You heard Jo take a deep breath beside you, probably preparing himself for the rest of your monologue, and that just made things even harder. He should have been angry with you, absolutely furious, frustrated, but he was just sitting there in all his calm and concerned state, waiting for you to say what was on your mind. As he always did.

You averted your eyes from your fingers to his face, and though you were itching to cup his cheeks, you held yourself back. It didn’t mean that your heart didn’t do a little somersault when you saw a speck of hope flicking in his eyes.

“However, you mean so much to me, and you saved me and proved to me last time that you can control your animal side, so I want to give us another chance. But I also want us to be transparent with each other before we do that,” you told him straight-forwardly, your heart in your throat as you were waiting for his reaction.

His shoulders visibly slumped at ease, and he unclenched his jaw. The way he looked at you was so earnest, so sincere, he looked at you like he could get the stars from the sky for you. It was this kind of pure, unconditional love that made you go back to him, and when he continued, you knew that you made the right choice.

“I would also like to start over with you. I will be honest with you and tell you what you want to know. Ask away,” he offered immediately, and you told him that he could also ask you what he wanted to know. It was only natural that it went both ways.

You asked him first: about his parents and what happened to them. He told you that he was a pure-breed, meaning that both of his parents had probably been werewolves because he had never been bitten, but he had started showing signs of lycanthropy right around puberty. That’s when he had first started running away from the orphanage he had grown up in. He had been so confused and so scared as to why this had been happening to him, and he had often gone out into the woods unknowingly.

That’s how Yudai had found him, and had taken him into his own pack. He had seen himself in the young boy, and had started teaching him about his abilities and his expected werewolf growth during puberty. In a way, Jo felt like Yudai and his pack had raised him as they had been the only ones he could have leaned on. They had also been the ones who had encouraged him to apply for college because they had seen his artwork, and thought that he was talented. So they had helped him find options for scholarships for underprivileged kids like him, and with the money he made from working part-time during his high school years, he had managed to secure a spot at the arts college you had worked nearby.

You could feel that it was difficult for him to speak about his past, and you couldn’t blame him. It was just as difficult for you to tell him about your parents, how they had taught you to hunt werewolves and spot unusual lycanthropy signs in people, and how you had lost them. Somewhere along the way, he reached out to hold your hand, and you let him.

You had never talked about your parents to anyone to such an extent, and you reckoned that he had never told anyone about his past like that, except the pack he belonged to. Though you wished he could have been anyone but a werewolf, you wanted to believe that werewolves weren’t all the same just like how there were werewolf hunters who played God instead of staying in their lane.

So you asked the question that seemed to surprise Jo the most once you were both over your monologues:

“Will you introduce them to me? Your friends… your pack?” You raised an eyebrow tentatively, testing how much he would let you in. After all, a werewolf’s pack was really like a family. They would fight for each other, they would die for each other. You weren’t sure how it was in their human form, but you guessed that it was the same.

“Yes. If you want, I will,” Jo responded immediately, and gently squeezed your hand. You looked at your hand in his, the way he held it so steadily, so lovingly, as he always did. Then, you looked up at him, into his chocolate-brown eyes, the ones you loved getting lost in, the ones that you loved gazing at. You saw the way his lips curled, how they deepened at the edges, and made his dimples appear.

You saw all the coy smiles you exchanged before, all the movie nights you snuggled up to him, the way he looked at you when you called him your boyfriend publicly, how you childishly fought over tubes of ice cream, how you cried on his shoulder when the anniversary of your parents’ death came, how he made you camomile tea whenever you were on your period or you were sick, how he liked holding your hand but was shy about it, and how soft-spoken he was. And in that moment, you knew that you would work it out, and though you would both need time to fully trust the other with such a different yet important part of your life, you were willing to risk it.

For him, you would risk it all.

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fuma ˚. ♯ ᵎ

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euijoo ˚. ♫ ᵎ

yuma ˚. ø ᵎ

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harua ˚. ♮ ᵎ

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taki ˚. ♬ᵎ

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yuma ˚. ø ᵎ

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[keisgirl]

prompt #7 with Jo

live laugh love jo (this ONE jo edit is so fine like jojojojbarkabrkbarkbark

nervous heartbeats; andteam jo

prompt; #7 "you looked so confident when you were on stage, but you couldn’t even ask me out without stuttering." (idol au maybe?? lolll)

pairing; idol!jo x reader

wc; 0.7k

pls reblog and like if you liked the drabble!

looking for moots <3

cheers,, hannah

kpop drabble masterlist | prompt list #1

you stood by the side of the stage, still buzzing from the excitement of the performance. andteam had just finished, the cheers of the crowd still echoing in your ears. jo had looked so effortless up there—confident, commanding, like the stage was where he truly belonged. it was mesmerizing to watch him move, like he was made for the spotlight.

but now, backstage, the energy was different. jo was fidgeting, his hands playing nervously with the hem of his shirt, eyes darting everywhere but towards you. he seemed so small in a way, despite towering over you. the confident idol from a moment ago was replaced by someone much softer, much quieter.

you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too much as you looked up at him. “you were amazing out there,” you said, your voice warm, watching as a blush crept up his neck. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you so confident.”

“th-thanks,” he mumbled, still avoiding your eyes, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. this was classic jo—the boy who could command a stage but fell apart the second he was alone with you.

“but you know…” you teased, taking a small step closer, making him look even taller from where you stood. “you looked so confident on stage, but you couldn’t even ask me out without stuttering.”

jo’s eyes widened, his gaze finally snapping to yours. “i… i didn’t stutter that much,” he tried to protest, though the red flush deepened on his cheeks.

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, the teasing smile never leaving your lips. “you totally did. you could barely look at me,” you giggled, remembering how adorably flustered he had been when he first asked you out.

“you… you make me nervous,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper, his head ducking down slightly as if he was trying to hide. it was such a stark contrast from how bold he seemed on stage, and it made your heart melt.

“i make you nervous?” you asked, tilting your head up to look at him, your smile softening. jo nodded, his lips pressed into a shy line, his eyes glued to the floor. the fact that he could face thousands of fans without batting an eye but get so shy around you was too cute for words.

“why?” you took another small step closer, and now you were standing so close you could feel the warmth radiating off him. he glanced down at you briefly, and your heart fluttered at how much taller he seemed up close.

“because… you’re important to me,” he murmured, his voice soft and sincere. “i don’t want to mess things up with you.”

your heart did a little flip at his words. reaching up, you placed your hand gently on his arm, and you felt him tense for just a moment before he relaxed under your touch. “you don’t have to be nervous around me, jo,” you said softly, looking up at him. “i like you just the way you are. even when you’re all shy.”

jo’s blush deepened, but this time he met your gaze, his lips twitching into the smallest of smiles. “really?”

“really,” you nodded, grinning. “besides, it was kind of cute when you asked me out all nervous like that.”

he groaned, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. “please, stop bringing that up…”

you laughed, reaching up on your tiptoes to gently tug his hands away from his face, your smaller fingers barely reaching his. “i thought it was adorable,” you said, your voice light and teasing.

jo’s eyes softened as he looked down at you, and for a moment, that shy expression melted away. he reached out, taking your hand in his, his fingers enveloping yours, and squeezed gently. “i’ll try not to stutter next time,” he said quietly, his voice much steadier now.

“you don’t have to,” you whispered, looking up at him with a soft smile. “i think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

he let out a breathy laugh, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. “you make everything sound so easy.”

“because it is,” you grinned, stepping even closer until you could feel the faint brush of his clothes against yours. “as long as it’s you.”

jo’s smile grew, and this time, there wasn’t a hint of shyness in his eyes—just warmth, and something that made your heart feel like it was glowing.

“you’re too good to me,” he murmured, leaning down slightly so he was closer to your height, his forehead almost touching yours.

“i could say the same about you,” you whispered back, your heart racing as you stood there, hand in hand, feeling like the rest of the world had faded away.

[rizzkisworld]

College Basketball-Player!Jo Thoughts

College Basketball-Player!Jo who's in the middle of a game. He's looking everywhere for you in the crowd. Were you late? Were you not coming? Well, Jo can't focus on that. His focus needs to be on the game. He plays a decent game. He's got 14 points which isn't bad, but isn't necessarily good, especially since he's pushed as the best on the team. He looks at the crowd one last time, and there you are. A smile paints his face as you both lock eyes. Now it was time for Jo to ball out. He's scoring all his three-pointers and free throws. He's getting assists, rebounds, and steals. He's crossing over anyone who gets in his way. By the end of the game, he got the best-looking stats, and he shoots the winning shot for his team.

College Basketball-Player!Jo who finds you after his games and gives you the biggest hug and a couple of kisses. He doesn't admit it, but he loves the way you hype him up and tells him how impressive his skills are. He can't help but blush at the sweet compliments coming out of your mouth

College Basketball-Player!Jo who invites you to the gymnasium after practice and everyone's gone. Shows off some of his dribbling skills. Making all of his shots. Then suddenly, he passes you the ball. At first, you're like, "What do you want me to do with this?" And then he's like,"Shoot." And so you do. If you make it, he's cheering you on and hyping you up so much. Probably even tries to convince you to join the girls team. If you miss, he's still your biggest hypeman and fan. He'll definitely teach you how to properly handle the ball, one, because he thinks it's cute watching you play, two, he gets a little worried that somehow you'll hurt yourself with the ball(trust me they hurt I got hit in the face with one before- )

College Basketball-Player!Jo lets you wear his jersey. He thinks it's one of the most attractive things ever. You'll catch him staring at you so much. He doesn't know what it is, but the way it looks on you, the fact that it has his name and number on the back just screams, "Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine." I don't really see Jo to be extremely jealous or anything, but he definitely wouldn't be jealous with you having his jersey on and walking around campus. Everyone gets the memo. You're Jo's girl, and he's your boy. (Tempted to write a fic involving things from this section-)

[2myl0ver]

hi lia 💫 can you write for me this smau? hehe ><

high school au! non-idol!bf!jo x reader portray their relationship through a series of soft launching on instagram 🥰🥰

THANK YOU 💞💗💓

hii, I don't rlly understand your request :c so I just came up with this, I hope it's okay ❤️

[byeuijoo]

what is love? 𐀔 asakura jo

genre : pure fluff ⋆ warnings : absolutely none ⋆ wc : 0,8k

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« what is love? » he asked you quietly, his face bathed in the moonlight passing through your window. jo was currently slumped against your mattress, his ebony hair spread carelessly on your pillow while you were lying next to him, belly against the bed, chin resting against the palm of your hand. a smile took place on your lips at the sound of his question, his soft voice destabilizing the quiet silence that had previously occupied the room.

pretending to think, without your eyes ever leaving his, your index finger pressed against his pale skin, tracing the curve of his jaw to his chin with your fingertip. « love is.. » you began to say, the sound of your voice echoing in his head like the most bewitching of melodies, « love is your voice. »

he didn't seem to understand, looking for the slightest innuendo in your words to find any clue as to the meaning of your sentence. but jo didn't have time to think as you spoke again, « just hearing your voice can give me butterflies in the stomach. » — you wanted to explain things as you felt them, so you continued your confession, bringing your index finger up to trace the outline of his eyes delicately.

« love is your eyes, » you declared, as he watched you with as much adoration as possible, and this simple little thing caused your heart to miss a beat, « the way you look at things is unique, the gleam in your eyes always makes me feel like i'm even more precious than the biggest diamond. »

jo could swear he'd never enjoyed listening to someone talk so much. he loved that little crackle in your low voice, the way words roll off your tongue like poetry. you were like a sweet dream he didn't want to wake up from. it's thanks to the way you talk that he started to take an interest in you — your voice was the sweetest and most captivating among the whole class. he watched you change position : your right hand previously scattered over his face, now resting against his chest. for the left hand, you moved it delicately so that your fingers intertwined with jo's, suddenly stopping his delicate caresses on your cheek.

« love is your hands, » you resumed, pulling his hand to your lips to place a warm kiss against its back, « when they touch or intertwine with mine, a gentle warmth can't help but permeate my whole being. they are reassuring and comforting, like the ultimate cuddle you need during hard times. »

jo didn't know how you made him love you even more than he already did. nor did he know how his heart managed to beat so fast in his chest. much less how you could refrain from commenting on his flushed cheeks.

« and finally, love is your lips. » you continued, in the most sincere voice in the world, bringing your hand up until your fingers lightly brushed his lower lip. your smile was even sweeter, your eyes filled with stars, and you breathed joy, which filled him with happiness. « jo, every time you smile.. oh gosh, i swear the ground caves in on me. i've never felt my heart race so fast. » you explained, and he could hear your smile in your words. you were so pretty, you were the prettiest in his eyes. no one had ever shake him up as much as you — and he wouldn't lose the love that bound you together for anything in the world.

« love is you, asakura jo, » you end up saying, your voice growing weaker, as if you were sharing the most confidential of secrets with him, « your whole being makes me discover a little more every day what love means. »

unlike you, jo wasn't good with words. but instead of talking, he could act, even if it took him all the courage in the world to do so. then, after a moment's thought, the boy sat up, his warm hands caressing your face in the most delicate of ways. it was as if your cheeks were caught between two cotton fields, and in front of you, the most radiant, comforting and warmest of summer suns appeared. his smile filled the light that was missing from your night, shaking your whole being, giving your heart uncontrollable palpitations. you knew jo was the answer to all your questions about love — and this was confirmed once again when he placed the most unforgettable kiss on your lips.

« i love you, » he murmured against your mouth just as your fingers grasped his sweatshirt, « i love you more than words can ever describe. »

and he was right : because no words could describe the love you meant to each other.

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[keikeu]

(yn's) food lover :: asakura jo

pairing :: nonidol! asakura jo x gn! reader

genre :: established relationship, smau, fluff

warnings :: mentions of food

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a/n :: cutie patootie food loving jo!! ik he'd love to have a partner who can cook him his fav dishes since he doesn't know how to (and if you don't know how to cook either... pretend you do just for this😸)

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⁺‧₊˚ ཐི His⋆♱⋆Affliction ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

snyopsis: The vampire Alucard finds an injured traveler at his doorsteps, and nurses her back to health. Though what happens during your recovery is woefully unexpected, but intrinsically welcomed.

tags: porn w/plot (rare for me lmao), he fell first but you fall harder type trope, yearning, pining, slow burn (i tried), passionate, penetration, cunnalingus, cum eating, fingering, hair pulling, marking, biting, bloodletting, creampie, praise, usuage of “darling”, “dear”, “da draga mea” (“yes my dear” in romanian). L bomb gets dropped bc yk what, hell yeah?, pathetic alucard bc absolutely yes

word count: 11.5k wowza

a/n: a true passion project i love you alucard THANK YOU @cosmicporos for helping me with ideas for this fic mwah and also @eridanusco for informally requesting LMAO. Also sorry i dont know how to end fics pls let me live guys pls i tried :(

(click the title for a playlist! I listened to it a billion times when writing this)

Sounds of a distance neigh grew closer and closer to the ear of the blonde dhampir- who sat desolate inside cold walls. Your loyal steed, galloped you to the tall castle doors, pacing back and forth, whining for attention until The Alucard finally came down and took your lumbering body inside, and your horse to the stable of course, he’s not a monster…as much as he beleive so.

After what seemed to feel like a coma, you open your eyes to the stinging rays of sunlight that pass your eyelids; Waking up to a room unfamiliar and a man even moreso.

Alucard sat in a wooden chair that smelled of the same cedar he tended the fire with.

As the scent and the sight hit your senses, you rustled up and back into the corner of the walls in a hurried panic.

Alucard's eyes widened a bit, surprised by your wake. He gently placed his occupying book down and slowly got up from the chair, holding his hands up as if to show you he meant no harm.

"Easy, easy now...calm down. You're safe."

“Who the hell are you-“ you question in fright at his fanged teeth.

He gave a slight frown, eyes shifting a bit as he studied you.

“This is my home, your wounds…you’ve been here just short of a day.”

He explained, keeping his distance to not further frighten you- pointing to your abdomen.

“You're- a vampire?!!”

He chuckled slightly, not amused by the fear in your eyes but understanding your reaction”

"Half vampire, actually” He went on, “But I mean you no harm, you have my word."

“You could be lying”.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of irritation in his voice at the accusation

"You'll have to trust me on that, won't you? If I wanted to hurt you, I could've done so long ago. You were passed out and bleeding on your horse's back."

Realization hit you, his arms crossing over his chest as you stay silent in protest.

"You were quite injured, I patched you up the best I could and kept you in this room to rest. Please allow me to heal you back to health completely.”

You stay in the corner of the bed with your hands clutched onto the thick fur blanket. You give him a nod, accepting his proposal, although reluctantly.

He nods back, sensing the fear and uncertainty radiating off of you but appreciative that you aren’t too stubborn.

"It would've been wrong to leave you to bleed out in the woods." He said, slowing returning to the fire and book.

“I didn’t know vampires had morality.” You retort, slipping out of your mouth without much thought.

He but only chuckles, you can almost hear his smile as he speaks, low and soft.

“I��ve had my share of…distasteful humans. But your horse made a good case for you, you know.”

You have to almost stop a smile- becoming more comfortable by the second with his seeming civility.

Not too comfortable, though, feeling the bandages around your waist.

He looks back and sees you touching them through your shirt.

“Can I see them?” He asks, walking closer to you now with a voice of concern.

You nod.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, being careful not to touch you unnecessarily, reaching out and gently unwrapping the bandages, his movements slow and deliberate as he revealed the wounds beneath.

You wince slightly at the cool air hitting your broken skin, your stomach flexing inwards and your lungs expanding.

He pauses for a moment as you flinch, his eyes flicking up to your face.

"I'm sorry, I'll be gentle," he says softly before continuing to unwrap the bandages, revealing the cuts and gashes on your body. His expression hardened again as he took in the extent of your injuries, his fingers tracing lightly over the wounds, gentle and steady.

“How do they feel?” He asks, taking all the bandages off and reaching to the nightstand for more.

“Fine” You reply.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright? I can sense your emotions, you know. And you're not very good at hiding them."

You feel your brows contort into irritation, you dont even know what for- maybe your innate distrust.

"What, you're mad that I can read you so easily?" He replied with a smile, enjoying your annoyed expression a little more than he thought.

“It's a bit annoying…” You say, raising your brows, with a sprinkle of sass.

He smirked again, his lips playful.

"Well, I'm sorry if it's annoying. But you're quite expressive. It's hard not to notice when you look like that.”

“Like what-?” You retort.

“That.” He replies quickly, making you swallow your words.

You watch as he redresses your wounds, taking his time to wrap the bandages around your waist and stomach.

You take that time to look at his face more carefully than before- being this close to a vampire wasn’t something you think you’d live long enough to be able to observe like this.

You noticed his light amber hair, his yellow eyes and long lashes that gave him an epicene charm. You couldn’t keep your curious eyes from wandering over his features, he smelled like oud and iron.

When he was done, you looked out toward the open window, the sill swaying back and forth as the wind dance.

“How long will they take to heal?” You ask as you look back down at his hands.

"It depends. The wounds were quite severe, so it may take a while for them to fully close. The medicine should accelerate the healing process, but it's not instantaneous.”

“Okay- well, if it's fine i'll return to my town then by tomorrow.”

His expression shifted to surprise at your statement.

"You want to leave already? You're not fully healed yet, it's not safe for you to go back out there. They could open, get infection, you could get-“

“I don't wish to bother you any longer- you've already helped me enough.” You state. You’ve been quite wary about vampires- raised to practically believe they were spawns of hell itself.

He raised an eyebrow, his surprise quickly replaced by a hint of irritation

"Bother me? Nonsense. You're a guest in my home, and I don't intend to just let you wander off into danger when you're just as injured as when I found you.”

“It's still an inconvenience…”

He lets out an annoyed sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're insufferable, you know that?” It's not an inconvenience. You're my responsibility now, whether you like it or not.”

You let out an equally annoyed huff, but you don’t bother to object anymore, clearly stuck and indefensible.

“Fine”. You breathe out.

He gave you a firm nod, satisfied that you had agreed to stay.

"Good. You'll stay here until you're fully healed. I won't have you running off and getting yourself killed out there."

He watched you as you settled back into bed, his expression softening slightly

"I'll be back to check on you later. Try not to do anything reckless while I'm gone." He says, walking out the door.

“Wait!” You shout.

He pauses in the doorway, turning to look at you.

"Yes?"

“What’s your name?”

“Alucard”, is what you hear before the shut of the door.

You hear his descending footsteps on the floor of the castle, plopping your head back into the goosefeather pillows as you stared at the brick ceiling, trying to get comfortable again, as much as you could considering your circumstance.

Hours had passed, and sleep didn’t miss you on its way.

Alucard had come back to your room, opening it after not hearing any confirmation at his soft knocks.

He saw your sleeping state and moved quietly as to make sure sure not to disturb you, scanning over your form, taking note of your condition and whether you were in any pain or discomfort even if your unconsciousness.

He leaned over and placed a hand on your forehead, checking for a fever or sweats.

After making his observations, his eyes lingered on your hair, fingers carefully brushing against a few strands as he withdraws his hand.

He found himself captivated by the color and texture, a hint of curiosity flickering within as the sunlight filtered through the window and casted a warm glow over your skin, the smooth contours of your face and neck.

He looked at your physiognomy in almost jealously, envious of your humanness. The feeling of your warm skin coursing with blood that hadn’t yet gone through the process of death. He brushed his knuckle softly against your cheekbone but quickly removed it once he felt you slowly stir away.

You crack your eyes open and flutter your flashes as the setting sun pokes at your lids again.

“Is it evening already?”

He nods, his voice low and quiet, walking around the corners of the room to light the candles scattered around to offer some light before the moons arrival.

"Yes, it's getting late. You've been asleep for quite a while."

You let out a long drawn yawn and attempt to sit up near the headboard.

He watches, eyes tracking your every move. He can see the pain and stiffness in your movements, a pang of guilt tugging at him for not being able to do anything for you in that moment.

"Careful," he murmurs, voice taint with concern. "You're still injured, remember? You shouldn't be sitting up yet. Let your body heal."

“I can't just sleep all day.”

"Yes, you can”…He continues, trying to push through without the conversation. “You're still recovering. You need to take it easy and let your body heal itself. Sleeping is the best way to do that." He crosses his arms over his chest, a hint of frustration in his voice over your seemingly unmovable persistence.

You frown at his scolding, crossing your arms back.

"What's with the pout? You look like a petulant child."

You scoff, leaning your head back and mouth slightly agape.

“That's rude...”

He chuckles, a smirk growing at your response.

"Is it? I was merely stating the truth.

You're acting like a spoiled brat who doesn't want to listen to their caretaker."

“I'm just tired of sleeping so much...”

“Well I can’t just let you run around and frolick can I?”

You pout again, knowing he’s right but not wanting to agree out of…pettiness.

He shakes his head and sighs, “Stay here, I’ll bring you some food”.

“Yeah sure i’ll stay! No problem Doctor!” You say with fringed enthusiasm. “Can’t really go run and frolick can I…?” You mumble after.

“I heard that.” He says as he walks out, making you chuckle a bit.

As you wait, your stomach growls even more, wondering what kind of food you’ll be given. With all the wealth and luxury displayed in just the small portion of the castle you’ve been limited to witness- you had set your expectations high….unfortunately.

He comes back not more than an hour or so later- hair tied up in a low messy bun and what seems to be flour on his pants.

You see Alucard bring in a tray of a small loaf of bread and a bowl of what smelled like plain chicken stock, small floating pieces of carrot.

He sits down next to the bed, putting the tray on the edge of the bed before helping you sit up just a bit so you could eat.

You look at him and then the food- the silence and your inactive made him scoff.

“Are you hands broken all of a sudden? Do you need me to feed you?” He says bluntly, raising his brows in disbelief of your shamelessness.

You gave him a shrug and innocent expression smile- but he lets himself fall to your poorly executed manipulation.

He tears a piece of the what you can only imagine is some kind of buckwheat bun, as he dips it into the plain soup.

“Fattening me up so you can eat me?” You say as the soup soaked bread moves closer to your mouth.

He rolls his eyes and holds it closer to you to take a bite.

Before you open your mouth to accept the bread, you catch a wiff of the smell and…your head tilts away swiftly.

“Oh gods- you don’t even need to fatten me that’s gonna kill me first!” You say as you shake your head.

“What? Stop being dramatic. It’s just bread, here” He says, tilting your head back toward his face and the bread.

“Where did you get that? Did my horse produce it?!”

Alucard furrows his brows and scoffs.

“I made this…it took a while by the way.”

Your eyes widen- not knowing if you should be surprised and touched that he attempted to make you food or if you should be alarmed at how horribly it went.

“Oh…”

He sighs, “Is it really that bad..? What do you humans even eat besides bread and beer?”

You scoot back a bit, creating a good distance away from the bread.

“Is this- just chicken stock?” You ask, trying to find any kind of compliment to give him.

He looks at you deadpanned, and you have to stifle a smile.

“I should have gave that carrot to the damn horse…” He mumbled before getting up to leave with the tray.

“Wait wait!” You laugh as you protested, waving your arms back up to urge him to stay.

“I’ll try it…since you went out of your way.”

He sighs, giving you another chance and placing the tray back on your lap.

You have to gather more courage than you might have ever before- taking the same piece of bread he tore and counting your blessing before putting it into your mouth.

Truthfully- the chicken stock made it somewhat bearable, masking the stale like gummy texture of the bread…and swallowing it before it could bother you too much.

Alucard watched at the bedpost, arms crossed as he observed your expression.

You look up at him after the first bite, tilting your head back and forth and twisting your arm to try and say it wasn’t too aweful.

He lets outs a chuckle and sits back down on the chair; occupying his earlier read as he waits for you to finish your meal.

As soon as you’re finished, he glances at the empty bowl and plate, a hint of relief in his eyes

"You ate everything, good. It's important to keep your strength up while you're recovering."

You simply nod, not wishing you further frustrate him over his cooking inability.

"Get some rest now. You need it."

He takes the tray and turns to leave, but once again hesitates at the door, as if his body screams at him to stay longer than needed.

Looking back at you; his eyes roaming over your face as if committing it to memory.

“I never got your name, now that I think about it. I think I’d like to know what to address you as.”

You hesitate for a moment- but it’s the least you could offer, formality wise.

“Y/n.” You respond.

He replies in almost a whisper.

"Goodnight, Y/n." He smiles.

He won’t be going to bed anytime soon but he hopes your rest is committed.

“Goodnight, Alucard.”

Again is the shut of the door, and you know you won’t see him again til the next morning.

After he leaves the room, he stand in the hallway for a moment, lost in thought- he feels a heaviness in his chest at the sound of his name on your lips. It’s been a long time since anyone has said his name at all- nor with as much tenderness and void of disdain as the way in which you spoke it.

The next day comes, much like the last in its configuration, just as the next few would likely follow.

Alucard comes in and moves quietly around, tending to the small fire in the hearth and tidying up a bit around your room; keeping his movements soft and silent, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere while you sleep.

He notices the moment you start to stir, his eyes flickering towards your sleeping figure on the bed. He watches you wake, and a hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips as he watches you blink sleepily.

“Goodmorning”, you hear from the vampire, chuckling as he sees you stretch. “Sleep well?”.

You reply with a nod, yawning greatly before giving him a “Mhm”.

He feels a sense of relief wash over him, glad that you were able to get some restful sleep. Moving closer to the bed, his eyes scan over you for any signs of discomfort.

"That's good to hear. How are you feeling? Any pain?"

You shake my head, truthfully feeling much lighter than the previous day. You sit up so you can present your wounds to him.

He nods in approval, satisfied assurance while he steps closer to the bed until he sits on the edge, gently reaching out to examine your wounds, his fingers lightly brushing over the bandages that cover your injuries and unwrapping you.

"They're healing well. You're lucky you didn't sustain any serious damage."

He relays, his palms trailing down your sides as he tries to feel for any swelling, and you seem to find your throat a bit dry.

He can hear you gulp, and he reluctantly pulls his hands away and starts to wrap you with new bandages, rolling your shirt back down.

“Thank you”, you reply, trying to fill the empty space between you two, even if it’s just verbal.

He pauses for a moment, surprised by your words. He hadn't expected you to thank him, and the sincerity in your voice catches him off guard.

He clears his throat again, trying to maintain his demeanor.

"You don't need to thank me. I'm just doing what I can to ensure your recovery."

You smile and nod, impressed by his humbleness.

“Do you think, I can go outside now?

Maybe for a walk.” You ask.

He hesitates, considering your request. Youve been confined to the room for almost a week now, and the thought of you getting some sun wasn’t the worst.

"Hm...I suppose it would be good for you to get some fresh air. But only for a little while. You're still recovering, so you shouldn't push yourself too much."

You smile even wider, glad that he wasn’t cruel or unreasonable.

“Thank you, will you join me?” You offer.

He feels his brows contort with confusion, but he can't help the small smile that follows.

"Me? You want me to go with you?"

“Well i've never been to this part of the country- i’m not so used to it.

He chuckles softly, finding your naiveté endearing

"I see. Very well, I'll accompany you on your walk." He replies, coming back to the edge of the bed and helping you up, putting out his forearm for you to hold yourself up with- making sure you don't stumble or fall.

"Take it slow. You might be a bit unsteady at first."

You hold on tight, feeling your limbs finally stretch out after hours of laying down with not much breaks.

He watches you carefully, his eyes following your every move. He notices the warmth of your hands on his arm, gripping and clinging to him so tight, and the closeness of your body sends a current through his body- and he finds himself putting a bit more effort into trying to push down the strange feelings that are bubbling up inside him, because of you.

"Easy there. Don't push yourself too hard."

Once he makes note of your posture, he slowly releases your arm, though keeping a hand hovering nearby, just in case you need support.

“Do you happen to have any clothes?” You ask, wanting to get into something more fresh compared to your tattered and messy clothing.

"Yes, I think I do. Stay here.” He says, quickly moving out of the room to retrieve them and arriving again only minutes later with a neatly folded stack of garments in his arms.

He hands them to you, his eyes flickering over your figure as he does so.

"These should fit you. Let me know if they don't."

You take the small pile with both hands and go to the washroom of your familiar room to change.

Alucard waited patiently outside the door, his mind racing as he imaged you changing inside- hearing the rustling of fabric and wanting to ask if you needed help but he didn’t want to overstep- didn’t want to make you suspect anything more of it all.

Desperately he tried to push the thoughts down into the back of his head, but they keep creeping up, making his heart race and his palms sweat a bit.

When you emerged back out in the clothes he gave you, his eyes almost widened, a faint melancholy in his gaze.

“What…you look like you want to say something.” You ask.

He looks back into your eyes as he’s snapped out of his thoughts.

“Sorry- sorry…no you look fine. It’s just that” He rambled on, “The clothes belonged to my mother, they suite you.”

Your brows rise at the information and your stomach drops a bit- feeling sorrow for him in his dark undertones. But you stay silent.

“Alright”, he continues, draping a red scarf around your neck.

“Keep this on, it’s cold in the mornings.” He says as he pulls your hair up from the scarf and lays it behind your shoulders, fingers brushing your ears slightly as he stands much closer now.

You only nod, allowing him to open the door and lead you out of the room for the first time.

When you step out of your enclosure of a room, you feel the smooth velvet carpet rolling out into the deep hallways of the ancient castle, soothing the soles of your bare feet as you walk alongside Alucard, looking around at the ceilings and the fixtures that adorn the home.

He watches as you take in the grandeur of the castle, a hint of pride in his eyes. He’s lived here for so long, but he sometimes forgets how impressive it must look to outsiders

"It's a bit much, I know. But it's been in my family for generations."

“No, it’s beautiful. Really.” You assure, taking everything in as you finally get to explore the place you’ve been locked up in.

He smiles again at your words, feeling a small swell of warmth in his chest. Expecting you like most people to be intimidated or scared by the castle's size and antiquity, but he can tell you seem genuinely impressed by it.

"Thank you. My father, Dracula, had it built many years ago. He desired opulence." He says with cadence.

As he explains more of the building’s interior, you both finally reach a exit. You can hear the chirping of birds and the wind on the other side as if a portal to an unexplored grove were near.

Alucard pushes the heavy doors open, revealing the sprawling gardens outside. The morning sun is casting a warm golden glow over the landscape.

The gardens- a riot of color, with blooming flowers and lush greenery filling every inch of space.

He watched as you step out into the grass. He can't help but find the sight of you barefoot in the garden endearing, your toes sinking into the soft earth as you breathe in the sweet spring air.

You open your eyes and look up, appreciating the sky from below opposed to the window from a distance as to which you were forced to do for the past few days.

Alucard, though, doesn’t follow your gaze. He instead can't help but admire the way the sun catches in your hair, and on your skin, making you look like you're glowing. A second, much more beautiful sun.

He finds himself staring for a moment, mesmerized by your beauty.

He also notices the way you hold the shawl closer to your body, and he wonders if you're cold or if there's something else you're trying to hide. He tries to resist the urge to reach out and brush a stray strand of hair out of your face again, wanting to feel just an atom of your being, as if to merge them with his.

He step closer, concern etched on his face

"Are you cold?"

You look back at him, your brows contorted and a soft look of vulnerability on your face.

“A little”, you admit.

He sees the goosebumps emerged on your soft and sunkissed skin, and he frowns slightly.

He takes the coat off his back, and drapes it over your shoulders

"Here, this should help." He says as he pulls you closer to him, your shoulders rubbing up as he keeps the draped jacket close around you, a bit too big but enough to warm you.

You give him an appreciative smile, and he returns one right back.

He watches you return your eyes back on the scenery, his gaze softening as he sees the way you admire the beauty of the world around you.

He’s seen this view countless times before, smelled the same air and felt the same breeze pass him by. But somehow, it seems more vibrant with you here with him now.

“Would you like to go back inside now?” You ask.

He shakes his head, not wanting the moment to end just yet.

"Not yet. Let's stay out here a little longer. Is that okay?” He asks softly.

You nod, happy that he’s willing to indulge you in just a bit more time outside.

You can’t help but feel his eyes glancing to you every now and then- and you try to ignore the urge to get closer to him.

Not for warmth, or because of the cold, or anything other than the flickering need to be closer to him.

Something entirely separate, something entirely unfamiliar.

After another few minutes, you two decide to come back inside to prevent any possibility of you catching a cold.

Alucard shows you a few more hallways and rooms along the way, pointing them onto and providing a little history lesson every now and then, not wanting to bombard you with his entire lifetimes worth of stories. When you arrive back at your room, he watches you settle back into the bed. A strange mix of emotions swirling within him. he wants to stay with you, but he knows he should give you some space.

He lingers in the doorway for a moment before speaking up again.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I'll be around."

You smile and nod, “Thank you”. You whisper.

“Of course. I'll be in the library if you need me." He hesitates for a moment, as if he wants to say something more, but then he turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the room, leaving the door open this time- as if inviting you to join him.

Maybe you’re just thinking too much into it.

As he sits down on the wooden library chairs, trying to concentrate on the book in his hand and the ink that sticks to his quill, his thoughts keep drifting back to you, wondering what you're doing in your room and if you're comfortable.

He can't shake the feeling that he's being drawn to you like a moth to a flame- in an inseparable trap he set himself. His affliction.

Lost in his own mind, he snaps out of it as he hears a knock at the library door. He looks up, setting his book down to calls out.

"Come in."

You hear his command, opening the tall doors and peaking your head in to find him.

He looks up as you enter the space, his eyes widening slightly as you approach closer and walk down the sparse steps- secretly trying to hide the fact that he was thinking about you just seconds ago.

"Ah, I wasn't expecting you so soon.

Is everything alright?" He asks, feeling his heart suddenly accelerate.

“Yeah, sorry” You reply, handing him back his jacket, “you just forgot this”.

As he takes the jacket from you, his finger brushing against yours for a brief moment that he curses himself for not keeping it a second longer.

He looks at it for a moment before looking back at you.

"Ah, thank you. I didn't realize I had left it behind." He says in a more hoarse tone than usual.

You chuckle and nod, “I also didn't realize.” You say in a lighthearted tone.

He chuckles softly in return, his eyes locked on yours- Acutely aware of the way your scent fills the air around him, intoxicating him with its sweetness.

"I suppose I was too distracted this morning to notice."

He finds it harder and harder to resist the urge to reach out to you, to pull you closer to him with each growing second.

You break the short lapse of silence, your eyes trailing down to the desk full of books and sheets of freshly inked script.

“Reading?”

He also glances at the books on the table, trying to compose himself.

"Ah, yes. I was just doing some light reading. and annotation. Trying to take my mind off things." He says before looking back at you, his gaze lingering on your face. H can feel the tension between you growing, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions

“What, uhm- kind of things?” You ask, immediately feeling as if you overstepped.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should be honest with you. but he can't bring himself to lie.

"You." He speaks.

You nod, understanding as you touch your wound on your side- Assuming he’s referring to your injuries, knowing how much he cares to treat you. Pushing away the initial thoughts of affection, not wanting to get your hopes up.

He nods, a small sigh escaping his lips. He conflicts with himself- wanting to tell you every preoccupied thought he’s had of you since the moment he found you on the back of his horse.

"Yes, that. And other things." He slips in quietly.

“You should rest, you’re not well enough to be up for so long.” He says a bit more sternly.

You furrow your brows a bit in unease, wishing he elaborated.

“Right.” You respond plainly.

He sees the disappointment in your eyes and immediately regrets his words. He didn't mean to push you away, but he's afraid of letting his guard down, of getting too close to you.

He runs a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated with himself

"I just... I don't want you to overexert yourself."

“It’s fine-“ You reply quickly, not wanting to invest more emotional energy into the exchange, exiting the library and walking back to your room, each step heavy and unrelenting as if your body rejects being away from him.

He watches your back as you leave, his heart sinking at the sound of your steps descending in volume. He wants to call out to you, to tell you to stay, but the words stick in his throat like a lozenge.

He sits there for a moment, frozen in place, before cursing himself under his breath. He knows he's messed up, but he's not sure how to fix it just yet.

Alucard remains in the library, pacing back and forth restlessly, still. He can't focus on anything, his mind consumed by thoughts of you.

He curses himself for being so awkward and aloof, for not being able to express his feelings properly even if they aren’t all fleshed out and appropriate.

He wants to follow you, to make things right, but he's afraid of what might happen if he does. So he stays in the library, brooding and frustrated, feeling more alone than ever.

You on the other hand, stay cooped up in your room. Equally frustrated- pacing around the bed unaware of how similar you both seem to cope.

You stay until the sun sets, wondering if he’ll show anytime soon to check up on you like he has been- angrily ruffled into the bedsheets as you almost wish you never went to the library, wishing you just left it at the peaceful garden walk from this morning.

“Fuck it?” You think to yourself, just go. “Just get up…walk over to him and figure it out? Right?” What even is there to figure, maybe, you were just overthinking.

You put your hand on the doorknob, resting before you swing it open.

As you prepare to take the first step out your eyes widen at the sight of him right infront of you with his hand raised.

He freezes in his tracks, surprised to see you standing in the doorway. He hadn't expected you to open the door just as he was about to knock, and his face looking more pale than before, somehow.

He looks at you, heart racing as he takes in the sight- feeling a mix of relief and nervousness, unsure of what to say or do next.

“…Hi.” You break the silence.

He swallows hard, his palms feeling clammy. He forces himself to speak, his voice sounding hoarse and awkward

"Hey. I was just coming to check on you." He drew on.

“I was also going to find you.” You confess.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your words. He hadn't expected you to be looking for him as well, his hopes rocking up.”

"Were you?"

“Yeah well- it's evening so I figured you'd want to check up on me again.” You sidetrack, dancing around the idea of anything else.

He nods, feeling a pang of guilt.

He had been avoiding you all day, and yet here you were, still thinking about him and his routine. Sure, he was too, but he hated the idea of burdening you with such heavy feelings in his care.

"Right, of course. I should've been more on top of it."

You nod, letting him into the room as you go to sit down on the bed as he follows you, his heart pounding in his chest. Why?

He can feel a tension between you two, one that’s been bubbling and thickening like a witches brew.

He tries to focus on the task at hand, but his mind keeps drifting to other things as he approaches you, his hand trying not to linger too long- prudent in his action.

He keeps his gaze clinical as he examines the wounds, rolling your shirt up and unwrapping the bandaged, but it's hard not to notice the softness of your skin beneath his fingers.

He gently touches the edges of the scars, his touch cautious as he checks for any signs of infection or irritation.

He’s aware of how close he is to you, how intimate the situation is, how for the past few days that he’s tried to ignore- scared of pushing himself onto you in any way.

He can feel the heat radiating off your body, and it's making it difficult for him to concentrate as he can see you watching him.

He glances up at you, his eyes locking with yours for a brief moment.

“You look worried....”

He looks up at you again, his expression serious.

"It's just... the scars are still a bit red. I'm worried about infection."

You nod, your expression also turning more stone.

He frowns, his fingers tracing the edges of the scars lightly.

"I'll have to keep a closer eye on them. Make sure they don't get worse."

You nod, wincing slightly as he touches them.

He immediately stops touching the scars, his expression softening.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispers.

“It's okay- it just stings a little”. You assure.

But he still feels a pang of guilt at the thought of causing you pain, even if it was accidental.

"I'll try to be more careful. I just want to make sure they're healing properly." He goes on, feeling himself open up more- wanting to tell you just how much he cares.

He wraps you back up in new dressing, rolling your shirt down again and leaning down toward you.

“Hold onto me, I’ll help you up.” He says softly, putting his arms around your back as you wrap yours around the back of his neck, holding into him for support as he helps you up onto your feet without too much trouble.

For just a moment your chests press up- but soon letting go.

Alucard steps back, not wanting to cross any lines- but gods is his mind absolute chaos right now.

The feeling of your body closer than it’s ever been- the feeling of almost embracing you was too much for him to handle.

You clear your throat, leaning back against the bedpost, “Earlier today...in the library...”, you go on.

He perks back up, “Yes? What about it?”

“I'm sorry if i seemed too insistent, you probably wanted to be alone”…

He shakes his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Don't apologize. You didn't seem insistent at all. If anything, I found your curiosity endearing."

He sends you a smile, a softer look.

"And I must admit, it was nice to have some company in the library for once. I've been alone for so long that l've almost forgotten what it's like to talk to someone…”

You smile back, “Me too.”

He returns your easygoingness, “You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?"

“I'm not, it's making me feel better too.”

He chuckles, a bit deeper this time.

"I see. So you're not just a beautiful woman with a sharp mind, you're also honest."

“I hope to be”, you reply wittingly.

“Honesty is a rare quality, you know.

Most people will say anything to get what they want, or to avoid hurting your feelings. But you... you seem to speak your mind without a second thought…Especially about my bread.”

You roll your eyes place and scoff, “I’ll never hear the end of it from you.”

“I’m still hurt.” He says, feigning offense.

The two of you exchange a few more pleasantries, both reveling in the fact that your issues from earlier have been mended and quickly forgotten. Thankfully.

Alucard glances out the window, seeing the darkness of the night outside and hearing your yawn.

"It's late. You should probably get some rest, as much as I wish to keep talking.” He adds on quickly.

You nod, opening the door as he walks out into the doorway.

“Goodnight, dear.” He says politely.

You respond with a kiss on his cheek, quick and gentle.

“Goodnight.” You say with a soft smile, and and shut the door on his dumbfounded face.

He stands there for a moment, stunned by your unexpected kiss.

His hand comes up to touch the spot where your lips had been, a look of surprise and... something else on his face. He shakes his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips as he turns and walks away, heading to his own room and recalling the experience with every step. He tries to tell himself that it was just a polite gesture, nothing more, but he can't help the way his heart flutters at the thought of your lips on his skin. He knows any semblance of sleep won’t be easy- not after your stunt.

You sleep deeply through the night and into first light, unable to hear Alucard knocking at your door.

He knocks a second time, a tray of breakfast food in his hands.

Upon your lack of response, he enters the room quietly, his eyes immediately going to your bed to check on your condition- smiling softly as he sees you still asleep, setting the tray of food on a nearby table.

He walks over to the bed, his footsteps light and quiet so as not to wake you. It’s almost noon, and he wants to make sure you’re not feeling any sort of extreme exhaustion- considering the irregular surplus of sleep.

He continues to watch your face- finding himself getting used to the peaceful sight of your sleeping form.

But he notices a look of distress on your face, becoming concerned. He sits down on the edge of the bed, observing intently, his eyes narrowing as he realizes you're having a nightmare of some sort.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should wake you up, but the conviction on your face convinces him to act.

"Hey...wake up." He gently shakes your shoulder, trying to rouse you from your terrors.

He watches as you rise up in a jerked motion- breathe quick and heavy, pupils dilated and expression that of terror.

He places a comforting hand on your back.

"Shh... it's okay. You're safe now. It was just a dream." He says as he rubs your back in soothing circles, his touch gentle and reassuring. He looks at you with concern, his eyes filled with worry

"You were having a nightmare... do you want to talk about it?"

“I don’t really remember it-“ You say in a defeated tone, more annoyed than anything.

"Okay. But if you do, I'm here to listen."

“Thank you”, you say with a faint smile, his hand now on your shoulder.

"Of course.“ He glances over at the tray of food he brought in.

"I brought you some breakfast. You should eat something. It’ll take your mind off it perhaps?”

You take the tray appreciatively, nodding but still disoriented.

He notices the slight change in your expression. He tilts his head slightly, studying your face.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look a bit... dazed."

“Sorry- i'm just- still waking up”

He chuckles softly, amused by your sleepy state “It's alright. I understand."

He sits on the edge of the bed again, watching you pick up the food, satisfied that you're finally eating something.

He leans back against the headboard of the bed, content to just sit with you for a while.

"How are your wounds feeling today? Are they healing well?"

“Oh- yes I think so”, you say, putting the tray next to you and turning to face him, lifting your shirt up to let him examine them.

He runs his fingers gently over the healing cuts under your bandages, making sure they're not infected or still bleeding

"Good. They look like they're healing nicely. You'll probably be fully healed in a few more days."

“A few more days...alright”. You start to think to yourself, wondering what'll happen then- considering that you’ll have no need to stay here once you’re healthy.

He notices the look on your face, the slight furrow in your brow as you think to yourself. He lowers your shirt, his gaze fixed on you

"Is something wrong?”, he asks, getting closer to you as he tries to coax it out of you.

You simply shake your head.

He raises an eyebrow, not quite believing you. At all actually.

"You know you can tell me if something is bothering you, right?"

“I know…” You say, unconvincingly once again.

He reaches out and gently takes your hand in his, his touch gentle and comforting

"You can trust me, you know. I won't judge you. I swear it.” He says with a gentle expression.

“Yeah- yeah I know.” You say quickly, your face developing a rouge at his sudden act of affection. Or maybe it was just- care, a polite gesture of friendship.

You go back to eating your breakfast, slipping your hand out of his.

Even while enjoying your morning meal, your stomach is heavy with the residual feelings of your nightmare- frustration that you can’t seem to remember what made you feel so ill.

“Do you ever get nightmares?” You ask Alucard.

He looks to face you- a bit unprepared for your question but honest.

“At times, they seem more like recollections than fantasies of my mind.”

You furrow your brows, looking done at your food and playing around with it.

“I can’t remember what I was even dreaming about- but it’s a strange feeling.”

You go on, opening up about the discomfort of your body.

He frowns, feeling a mix of sympathy and concern for you. He pulls you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could take it away from you."

You let out a surprised sound- hands hesitating to wrap around him.

He can feel your surprise, unrelenting. He holds you tightly against his chest, one hand gently stroking your hair

"It's okay," he murmurs softly.

"You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you. Alright?”

You feel your brows scrunch up and your body lighten- as if he’s shared some room in his body for you to lay your afflictions bare. To take some of the pain from you and lock it away in himself.

With contemplation- you hug him back.

He holds you closer, his chin resting on the top of your head

"That's it," he murmurs. "Just relax. Let me hold you."

His words soothe you like a balm, mending together pensive feelings of melancholy you weren’t even aware of before.

You feel warm tears roll down your cheeks, sniffling before he gently rocking you back and forth as he tries to soothe you

"Shhh, it's okay. Let it all out," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness and compassion.

"I've got you," he continues.

You use every second to try and pull yourself up together- but he wraps around you close, holding you together as you fall apart in his arms.

He continues to whisper words of comfort, his voice low and soothing

"You're doing so well. Just keep breathing. In and out, that's it."

After a few minutes of much needed exhalations, you recover well in the vampires arms.

He feels a sense of relief wash over him as you relax against him. He gently tilts your chin up.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asks gently, his hand still stroking your hair.

You let out a cathartic sigh, nodding.

He cups your cheek in his hand, his thumb gently brushing away the tears from your face

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. You had me worried for a moment there."

“Sorry...I guess I just haven't had someone hug me a long time.”

He shakes his head, his hand still cupping your cheek.

"You have nothing to apologize for.

And don't ever apologize for needing comfort. Everyone needs a hug sometimes."

As you calm yourself more, Alucard decides to give you some space to recollect yourself, clearly needing it.

“I’ll give you some space. I’ll be in the library, if you need anything.” He reminds, before bidding you a goodbye after making sure you ate.

You take deep inhales and deeper exhales, your mind ringing with his voice guiding you through breathes.

The room becomes quiet and dark, you're left alone with your thoughts. The memory of Alucard's touch and his warm smile are all you can think about, and you can't help but wonder what he's doing right now- deciding it’s better to find out for yourself than wonder.

Alucard looks up as you enter the library.

He sets down the book he was reading and smiles softly.

"Feeling better?" he asks.

You smile and nod, walking closer.

"Come here," he says, patting the chair next to him. "You can keep me company."

You gladly take a seat, eyes roaming over the various books and sheets covering the desk- similar to yesterday’s spreads.

He notices how close your face is to his work. He closes the book, gently tapping your forehead with it.

"You're going to give yourself a headache if you keep reading like that," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

You pout and rub your forehead.

“Rude…” You say in a whisper.

You scoot closer to get a better look at the writing, your elbows folding on top of the table.

As you observe the scripts, Alucard is more concerned with how beautiful you look- even when you’re concentrated, and he can't help but feel a pang of longing in his chest- quickly pushes those feelings aside, not wanting to ruin the moment with his own desires.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, noticing the pause of his writing and his gaze.

He blinks, realizing he's been caught staring. He quickly looks away, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Ah, nothing," he says, trying to play it off as nonchalantly as possible.

"Just lost in thought for a moment."

You nod, going back to watching him work, putting your head on his shoulder with the close proximity.

He freezes for a moment, completely caught off guard by your sudden closeness. He can feel the warmth of your body against his, and the scent of your hair filling his senses.

He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his composure, but it's becoming increasingly difficult.

You can’t help but chuckle at his reaction.

He can feel your laughter vibrating through him, and it's a pleasant sensation.

"What's so funny, human?" he asks, playfully.

“Nothing, you've just….been on that page for a while. You can’t read can you? Tell me the truth.” You play around sarcastically.

He glances back down at the book, realizing that he's been staring at the same page for several minutes now, obviously at that.

He lets out a soft chuckle, embarrassed that he got so distracted by your presence once again, finding it to a troublesome, reoccurring issue.

"Ah, I guess I am a bit distracted," he admits, his gaze flickering back to you.

“No no it’s okay, lots of people can’t read you know. Don’t be embarrassed”, you continue with your nonsense joke.

You pretend to look around, your eyes going around left and right as he shakes his head.

He shuts the book, setting it aside and turning his full attention to you as he pushes it away.

He turns his body towards you.

"You're a distraction," he teases, poking your side gently.

“Hey!” You exclaim, “you invited me to sit here”, you digress, poking him back.

He chuckles and dips his finger in a small pool of ink, swiping it on your nose, making you backup a bit and give him more room for defense.

You gasp at the sudden cool touch of pigment- and run after him as he walks over quickly to the books nearby.

“This is not fair at all!” You exclaim, watching him dodge your attacks with ease.

“That seems like a personal issue, yes?” He says as he walks deeper into what seems like a maze of shelves.

As you get more and more competitive- you finally land a hit on him: a decently sized dab of ink landing on his cheek.

As it lands you run off- not wanting another hit of solvent somewhere on your face.

But of course…to your disadvantage, you can’t necessarily outrun a vampire.

Easily, he catches up to you- pinning you against the bookshelf. He stands over you, his body caging you in, as he holds up his finger- ready to mark you with another proof of failure.

"No escape now," he teases, his hand slowly and tauntingly smearing ink around your chin.

You roll your eyes and chuckle- the both of you breathless from the chase.

He can feel your small breathes mingle with his- noticing your chest pressed up against his.

He looks down at you, his eyes locking onto yours, and suddenly the playful atmosphere shifts into something more intense.

He rubs your bottom lip- except you don’t feel anymore ink rubbing into you, just the touch of his skin, his eyes glued to your supple lips as you look at his gaze.

“Alucard…?” You whisper softly.

He doesn’t look at you, eyes still glued to your flushed cheeks and the staggered breathe that escapes from your mouth.

“Hm?” He responds, finally flickering his eyes up to look at you.

“Yes dear?”

As your eyes lock, you feel a force that only pushes you to an immeasurable distance into him- and he responds immediately.

As if endless moments of pining finally meet its destiny- the kiss is tentative at first, a slow exploration of each other's mouths.

He takes his time, wanting to savor every moment of this, wanting to make sure that you're comfortable and enjoying it too.

Your arms wrap around each there- Alucards large frame pressing you into the bookcases behind you as his hands hold your sides- your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

He groans softly at your hands on him, your tongue meeting his in a heated dance. He's surprised by how easily you fall into rhythm with him, how well your bodies seem to fit together.

He revels in the sounds you're making, the way your body trembles against his. He descends his kisses to your cheek and then neck- feeling your pulse racing under his lips. He continues to kiss and nip at your neck, his fangs scraping gently against your skin as he moves down to your collarbone- the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin absolutely electric.

Your fingers grip slightly at his hair, running through them as he lavishes your shoulder with his sweet kisses.

Your body starts to arch into his touch. His hands on your sides tighten, holding you in place- his breath heavy as he starts to speak between kisses.

“Stop me…please, please stop me if you don’t want this…Stop me, I won’t be able to stop myself.” He pleads, kissing up to your ear as his other hand snakes up to hold the side of your neck, pulling his face to look at you again, his aureate eyes piercing into yours.

You let out deep breathes from your nose, swallowing the lumps in your throat as your half lidded eyes meet his, nodding just enough to assure him before diving back into his lips.

He groans again at the feeling of your lips, his grip on your thighs tightening. He presses his hips against yours, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline and to your neck once more. He can't resist the urge to mark you, his teeth meeting kisses and sucks at the sensitive flesh.

“Alucard-“ You interrupt.

He growls against your neck, his teeth almost sinking into your skin just enough to leave a mark

"Yes, my dear?" he murmurs, his voice low and yearnful.

“You….can drink, if you want to.” You go on softly, seeing his eyes flicker with an immediate importance.

He lets out a shaky breath, his control hanging by a thread. He can feel his fangs lengthening, his body practically vibrating with need as he gulps.

"You shouldn’t say such things to a dhampir," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your pulse point once more.

He can feel your heart racing, the scent of your blood is enough for him to go mad- the sound of your blood that pumps through your veins sounding like the perfect symphony.

"Last chance to change your mind, y/n.” He murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

You shake your head, holding his chin and tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I want to feel it…feel you.”

Your words cause his self-control to shatter. He can't hold back any longer, the need to taste your blood overpowering everything else, any sense of responsibility or moral compass gone- your declaration of want is all it takes.

He sinks his fangs into your neck, a deep moan rumbling in his chest as the taste of your blood hits his tongue. You feel the two long needles puncture your skin smoothly- the pain quickly subsiding as you feel his lips plant themselves on your skin and his breathe blows kisses over your skin over and over- his chest puffing out as he gets closer and more greedy.

You felt his hands clutching at your waist as if his fingerprints could weld onto your skin like iron.

The pain and pleasure mingled, creating a heady cocktail that clouded your senses.

The room spun around you, the world narrowing to the sensations of his fangs in your skin and the blood leaving you and nourishing him, his heart pounding in sync with your own.

You felt his hardened length, insistent, pressing against your thigh, a silent testament to the desire coursing through him while the taste of your blood intoxicates him- the taste like ambrosia, all while he can feel your body trembling against his, can hear the sounds of pleasure falling from your lips.

He can smell your arousal, the scent driving him wild with desire. He drinks deeply, his tongue lapping at the puncture wounds on your neck to encourage the flow of blood.

His grip on you almost bruising as he grinds against you-feeling himself losing control, his body acting on pure instinct as he takes what he needs from you, as if you were providing him with life force.

He finally pulls back, his fangs leaving your neck as he looks at you- your blood on his lips staining them as if he devoured a mound of cherries.

You smear the droplet across the corner of his lip- the red hue replacing what was once ink, pressing your lips onto his.

He moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with

He carries you over to the nearest surface, which just so happens to be the desk you were just at. He sets you down on it, his body pressing against yours as he continues to kiss you hungrily and messily.

He chuckles against your lips, enjoying the way you groan as he pushes the books off the desk to make space for you. He lifts your hips slightly, grinding his hardness against you through the layers of fabric between you- growling in approval as you open your legs for him, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he presses himself against you even more.

He nips at your collarbone, his lips trailing down to your chest as he begins to unbutton your shirt with deft fingers.

“May I?” He asks before completing removing it at your confirmation.

He pushes your shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and leaving you exposed to him

"Gods, you're perfect," he murmurs, his hands moving to cup your breasts as he leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, your head tilting back as moans spills from your mouth- his tongue swirling around it before he gently nips at it with his teeth, the small remnants of your blood on his lips painting your chest in blotches.

His other hand moves to your other breast, his large hand almost completely covering it as he squeezes and kneads the soft flesh.

“Fuck-“ You groan, feeling his fingers tweaking at your sensitive buds while you feel him grinding even harder onto you his fingers trace patterns on your skin as he continues to worship your body.

Your fingers deftly unbutton his shirt, letting it fall open - his head perks back up to capture your lips once more.

Your hands trail down to his belt buckle.

He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your ear as he whispers

"Eager, are we?"

“Can you blame me…?”

"No," he murmurs. "Because I want you to be. I want you desperate and needy for me…burn for me, like I burn for you.” He groans against your ear, his hands trailing up the sides of your thighs and gripping your hips to toy with the hem of your skirt.

“Stay still”, he whispers, his voice much more playful now. “Let me check the rest of these wounds? Yes?” He mentions, slowly letting the tie of your skirt undo itself as he slides it down, humming in approval as you lift your hips for him.

His cold hands touch your bare skin and you almost flinch, but you welcome them.

“Draga mea…you’re stunning.” He groans, looking down to appreciate your skin under the moonlight seeping from the overhand windows of the library.

You feel the light seeping into your skin and more noticeably his hands becoming more

bold, more desperate, and daring. So are his kisses, descending down your neck to the valley of your breast, worshipping your skin as he kneels down to get on both knees while his face is met with your core- your cunt throbbing loud enough that his ears are sure to pick up on it.

He parts your thighs further, his hands gripping them tightly as he continues to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

He's close enough now that you can feel his hot breath on your aching core, but he's deliberately avoiding touching you where you need it most.

“Alucard…please-“

He looks back up at you, cutting you off before you can beg.

“Adrian. I need you to call me that now.” He says, placing a kiss on your core through the fabric.

“Okay?” He adds, waiting for you to nod before he slips the fabric off and finally darts his tongue out to tease the sensitive skin just above your clit, smirking into your folds when he heard your breathe hitch.

He moves his tongue down slightly, tracing around your clit.

He can see how wet you are, your arousal dripping down, tasting it.

He starts to lap at your clit, his tongue swirling around it in tight circles before dipping down to tease your entrance as your moans spill out, hand tangles in the his hair, gripping his golden strands and making him groan into you, eyes darting up to meet yours- lost in the taste and scent of you, completely consumed by the desire to make you feel good.

You feel your hands gripping tighter, the heavy cinch in your abdomen ready to snap.

Minutes that felt like hours of him reverently pleasing you- you tremble and gasp.

He doubles down his efforts, his tongue and lips working even harder to push you over the edge. He can tell you're close, your body trembling and your breath coming in short gasps

“Adrian- I’m-!” You whine, your legs loosening their clasps around his face as you cum on his tongue.

He groans loudly as you cum, his tongue eagerly lapping up every drop of your release. He doesn't stop, continuing to lick and suck at your sensitive flesh even as you ride out your orgasm.

He finally pulls back, his face wet with your juices as he looks up at you. “You’re so beautiful when you cum. I want to make you do it over, and over.” He said, rising up to his feet- resting his forehead against yours as he tries to catch his breath

"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispers, his voice filled with raw emotion, lips brushing on your ear.

“What do I do to you?” You reply, pulling your head back to look up at him.

He gazes back down at you, his heart clenching at the sight of your innocent eyes. His hand cups your face, fingers tracing your supple face.

“You make me want things I never thought I could have. Things I don’t deserve." He admits, almost like confessing a sin to you, leaning in to kiss you again, pressing his lips against yours in a tender caress.

“I almost want to keep you here. Just for myself- look at how selfish you’ve made me, draga mea”. He speaks, a smooth accent painting his last words as he pecks kisses to your jaw, chuckling deeply as he feels your hands unbuckling his belt and letting it fall.

Both of your hands frantically pull at eachother- the innocent chuckles and soft kisses between the seconds it takes for him to undress and spread you apart- ready to give you the attention you need.

He positions himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He looks into your eyes, his expression filled with desire and possessiveness

"Are you ready for me, love?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Are you ready to feel me inside you?"

“Yes- please, need more Adrian.” You plead.

He slowly pushes in, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate thrust.

He looks down at you, his eyes locked on your face as he watches your expression

"Relax for me, love," he murmurs, his hands stroking your thighs gently. "Let me in."

You nod, breathing in and out softly as he helps you and reassures you with soft words and gentle caresses.

“You’re doing so well, keep going for me. Breathe…Fuck- just like that.”

He can feel your body relaxing around him, allowing him to slide in further with each slow glide of his hips.

When he finally bottoms out, he feels your walls clenching down on him- making him bite down on his one lil til it bleeds.

The same blood hits your lips over and over on an tangle of kisses, his pace getting faster and more intense as he starts to lose himself inside you- his heart beating in sync with yours as he fucks you on the desk that starts to creak now.

“Fuck- it's so...” You groan, your stomach pooling with the same feeling just moments ago.

"So what, love?" he asks, his voice rough. "Tell me. Tell me how it feels. Tell me everything.”

You whine softly- felling each thrust hammer into you even deeper as he urges you to speak.

“So...fucking good...” You admit, wholeheartedly.

He shudders at your words, his cock twitching inside you. He nips at your ear, his breath hot against your skin

"My perfect little human," he groans, his hands roaming over your body- your walls tightening hearing him whisper to you.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he whispers again, his voice low and seductive. "Being told how perfect you are? Hm?”

You can’t reply even if you wanted to- and you most urgently did. Only whines and moans escape your lips.

He chuckles, his smirk widening as he sees the effect his words have on you

"You're such a good girl," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. "So beautiful, so sweet. I wonder how many times I can make you cum tonight."

“So close- Adrian!”

He can feel your body trembling beneath him, your breathing ragged and uneven

“Come for me, darling” he whispers, his voice smooth and sickly sweetened. "I've got you. I'll take care of you."

You look up at him once more- your big pleading eyes grasping for a piece of his soul to gaze into.

Looking down at you again, his eyes meet yours. He's momentarily struck by the vulnerability and trust in your gaze, and it almost brings him to his knees completely.

"God, I love you," he whispers, his voice raw with emotion- almost as if he had no time to think before he spoke, as if it would change anything.

Your heart thumps, unable to tear your gaze away.

“A-Adrian-“ You moan out- his cock still pumping in and out of you and hitting every spot to make you cry out- ultimately making you spill all over him as you cum.

He lets out a shaky breathe feeling you release.

He’s never said those words out to anyone before, never dared to hope that he would ever feel this way at all.

He buries his face in your neck, his movements becoming more desperate as he clings to you, still going even as you’ve finished.

"Say it," he begs, his voice rough. "Please, say it. I need to hear it."

Your thighs twitch around his waist- overstimulated and sweaty, “love you…Adrian-! I love you…” You reply, clawing your nails at his back.

He groans into your neck, his own orgasm washing over him in a powerful wave.

"Oh, gods-" he gasps, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you. He holds you tightly, his body shaking, licking at the wounds he planted on your neck from earlier, wanting to taste the crimson of your being, just a little more.

As the blood draws, each drop hitting his senses, he knows he is binded tightly to a world he cannot live in without your presence. His Affliction.

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[jo-speaks]

APOLOGY ACCEPTED

overview: after quinn receives the silent treatment, he's determined to make it up to you.

warnings: smut below! MDNI!! fingering, unprotected sex, quinn being an asshole but he makes up for it, etc.

note: got inspired to write bc the canucks beat the blackhawks!! (i was worried after they gave up that first goal)

“Will you quit acting like a child and just talk to me?”

You scoffed at his comment, slipping off your shoes and hanging your keys up by the door, Quinn following behind you.

In his eyes, you had no real reason to be upset. You had attended the Canucks and Islanders game, the game ending in a loss. You expected Quinn to be in a mood, a quiet one at that, so you didn’t make much of an effort to talk to him.

However, you hadn’t expected him to dodge your greeting entirely. No matter how upset he was, he’d always greet you with a hug and a kiss. This night, he had let you make a fool out of yourself, letting you wrap your arms around him as he failed to reciprocate it, being followed by walking away as you just nearly connected your lips to his.

This resulted in your current situation. You giving him the silent treatment. He had attempted to spark a conversation in the car once he had calmed down but fell victim to your silence.

He groaned in annoyance as you stepped into your shared bedroom, slipping out a few moments later in your own oversized shirt, something you only did when you were truly upset at him. You found solace on the couch, grabbing the remote and throwing some random video on in the background. Quinn watched as you didn’t even glance at him, his presence completely nonexistent in your state of anger. 

He sighed walking into the room you once were in to change into something more comfortable than the suit he had entered the arena in. It was only when he slipped into his sweatpants was it that he realized that he was the one in the wrong. You had taken time out of your day to come out and support him, offering comfort even after a tough loss. 

Quinn debated with himself in his own mind, brainstorming ways to make it up to you. He could get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, smothering you with kisses until you forgave him or even spoke to him by telling him to stop. He could spoil you with gifts for the next year. He was feeling so unworthy of you that he briefly considered retiring early just to spend the whole time making it up to you. 

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in his head. He stripped off the shirt that he had put on only a few moments prior and stepped back into the living room. 

His eyes were met with a slightly different scene than when he had left. Instead of mindlessly watching the TV, you were on your phone. He could catch a small glimpse of your screen, seeing you like a post from the Canucks Instagram page of him hugging Lekkerimäki after scoring his first NHL goal, zooming in to get a good look at his proud smile.

Quinn could feel his stomach twist at your actions, regretting every single second he had gone without apologizing to you.

You soon went back to scrolling your feed, trying to ignore Quinn’s presence as he squatted in front of you, turning the TV volume down before shifting his attention to you.

He sighed, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”

It was genuine, you knew that. But he was going to have to say a lot more than sorry after what he pulled. Quinn knew this too, immediately crowding your space, taking your phone out of your hands, and placing it on the coffee table. You rolled your eyes, shifting your gaze at the TV behind him even though it was barely coherent. 

Quinn didn’t stop his efforts when you ignored him, if anything it implored him to try harder. He began kissing your cheek, eventually trailing down your face and landing on your neck, sucking at the soft skin, leaving purple blotches wherever his lips landed.

You struggled to keep quiet as he reached a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, a spot he knew would make you want to drop it and give in. Somehow, you managed to keep your composure, distracting yourself with the TV.

His lips trailed further down, kissing over your shirt as he kept going lower. It was only that his kisses stopped when he reached the bottom of the clothing. He moved it slightly so he could get access to your shorts. He moved from his squatting position to hover on top of your figure on the couch. 

Now that he was in a more comfortable spot, his lips found your face again as his hand dipped into your shorts and past your panties. You bit your tongue as the pads of his fingers made contact with your clit, rubbing slow circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I’m so fucking sorry.” He mumbled into your jaw, “So fucking sorry.

Once again he trailed lower, his lips landing on your collarbone this time. His fingers increased their speed and keeping quiet was getting close to impossible. Luckily for him, your control slipped slightly as he pushed two fingers into you, a soft moan escaping your lips. 

He was knuckle-deep into you as he curled his fingers, hitting that one spot in you that caused a gasp to slip out. You were determined to keep quiet, but with every thrust of his fingers and tightening of the knot in your stomach, you wanted nothing more than to cry out his name and beg him to fuck you.

Quinn was relentless, not only with his fingers but with his words. He mumbled apology after apology into your skin as you panted, trying your best not to let anything slip. His mouth ended up next to your ear, his words seeming much more intimate due to the proximity. 

“Please forgive me, sweet girl. I’ll never do it again.” He whined, sounding pathetic as he begged for your forgiveness.

One last curl of his fingers and your body stopped fighting him. You came undone around his digits, crying out his name as you reached a hand up to tug on his hair. He sighed in relief, eyes shutting as he felt the satisfaction of not only making you cum but also hearing you acknowledge him since entering the apartment.

As you came down from your high, he continued to place soft kisses all over your neck and face. The satisfaction continued as you turned your head, your lips finding his like you had yearned for back at the arena. 

He retracted his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, wiping them clean with his tongue. You smiled hazily at the sight, admiring the way he savoured your taste as if it was his favourite thing in the world.

“Am I forgiven?” He whispered, a hint of worry laced in his words.

You giggled quietly, “I think you can make it up to me a little more, don’t you think?”

Quinn smiled at your words, stepping off the couch to discard his pants completely. You lifted your hips, sliding out of your shorts. He only got as far as to sit down on the couch before you swung a leg around his lap, straddling him, his eyes admiring you on top of him. 

Now it was your turn to litter him in marks, his lack of a shirt making his pec your first target. You sucked gently, grinding yourself over his bare cock, eliciting a groan from your boyfriend.

“Let me take care of you, hm? Promise I’ll make you feel good.” Quinn asked, hoping to at least be able to rest inside of you as you sucked at his skin.

You smiled, pulling back to place a brief kiss on his lips, “I know you will. But I wanna take my time with you. Just give me a second, okay?”

He knew he wasn’t in a position to complain, so he simply nodded, settling for the stimulation he was getting from your hips. Thankfully, Quinn was so easily marked up that you were satisfied not long after. You were always careful not to leave any hickeys that were visible under his gear, but you got carried away and now the media would get a short glimpse into his personal life. Not that either of you cared about it at the moment, however.

When you pulled away, you lifted your hips and shot him a look. He caught the hint immediately, lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting into you swiftly.

Quinn gave you no chance to adjust before he fucked you harshly. All the teasing you had made him endure got him so worked up, that he was surprised he didn’t finish as soon as he entered you.

“Shit, you feel so good.” He groaned, his hands shifting from your hips to grope at your ass.

You let out a whimper as you felt your orgasm build up yet again, the look on your boyfriend’s face making your brain short circuit. His eyebrows were knitted together, eyes glossy and cheeks red as a stream of moans left his throat.

“Quinn! I’m so close.” You whined, your face leaning into his shoulder in an attempt to hold yourself together long enough for him to finish with you. That vision was tossed out of your mind as Quinn brought his hand to your clit, his thumb rubbing around it.

A stream of his name along with some obscenities escaped your lips as you came around his cock, the pulses coming from your pussy being enough to tip Quinn over as well.

His movement subsided, the only sounds in the room being gasping breaths coming from the two of you.

Quinn settled down first, pressing languid kisses to the side of your face. “I love you. I’m so sorry.”

You smiled into his skin, turning your head to look at him, “Apology accepted. Just don’t ever do it again.”

“I never will.” He leaned over to kiss your lips longingly before speaking again, “How about we get cleaned up and order in some dinner? We can even throw on one of those cheesy romance movies you like.”

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 &TEAM BEING DOWN BAD FOR YOU . . !

ot9 &team — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : yes :) ☆ — &t masterlist

note : most of these are before you and the members start dating ! i need to work on my intros for each members they get kinda repetitive but this scenario was so fun to work on ! i tried to make the younger members ones more cotton candy sweet :)

K :

K liked to think of himself as a composed and confident person. He was used to keeping his emotions in check, never one to be overly flustered or obvious about his feelings. But when it came to you, that composure was long gone.

He was so down bad for you, and the worst part? He wasn’t even subtle about it.

You could ask him for literally anything, and he’d do it without hesitation. Need his jacket? It’s already around your shoulders before you even finish your sentence. Want food? He’s buying whatever you like, no questions asked. You casually mention liking a certain song? It’s suddenly at the top of his playlist, and he might have memorized the lyrics just in case you ever bring it up again.

The teasing from the other members was relentless.

“K, do you realize you stare at them like they hung the moon?” Fuma pointed out one day, catching him red-handed as he zoned out while watching you talk.

K blinked, quickly looking away, trying to play it off. “I do not.”

Nicholas snorted. “Bro, you do. It’s embarrassing.”

But nothing was more embarrassing than when you unknowingly made it worse. Like when you flashed him that bright, happy smile, or when you casually touched his arm while laughing at one of his jokes. Every single time, his heart betrayed him, beating so fast it was ridiculous.

The biggest down bad moment, though? The time you absentmindedly called him cute.

“You’re kinda cute when you concentrate,” you had mused, watching him frown in focus while trying to fix something on his phone. You said it so casually, not thinking much of it, but K? Oh, he short-circuited.

He sat there, phone forgotten in his hands, staring at you like you had just told him the deepest secret of the universe. His ears turned red, and for the first time, he had no idea how to respond.

“Uh…” His brain scrambled for words, but they simply didn’t come.

You just laughed at his reaction, completely unaware of the absolute meltdown you had just caused in his head.

At this point, everyone, including the members, knew K was head over heels for you. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever work up the courage to confess, but one thing was certain: if you asked for the world, he’d find a way to give it to you.

FUMA :

Fuma liked to think he had a decent amount of self-control. He was calm, collected, the dad of the group, he wasn’t the type to get flustered easily.

Except when you’re around.

He was so smitten for you, and he knew it. The members knew it. You, however? Completely oblivious.

Fuma had a habit of spoiling you without even realizing it. If you so much as looked at something for too long, he was already making a mental note to get it for you later. You mentioned craving a certain snack? He’d somehow have it with him the next time you saw him. One time, you casually said you were cold, and before you could even register what was happening, Fuma was draping his jacket over your shoulders like it was second nature.

“You’re gonna spoil them,” Yuma teased, watching Fuma hand you your favorite drink, one he went way out of his way to get.

Fuma shrugged, like it was no big deal. “They deserve it.”

If that wasn’t down bad enough, the way he looked at you definitely was. He had this soft, almost fond gaze whenever you spoke, like he was memorizing every little detail about you. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved? The way you absentmindedly played with your hands when you were thinking? He noticed everything.

And then, of course, there were the moments where you unknowingly made it worse.

Like that one time you leaned against him while laughing, your head resting on his shoulder for just a second too long. He barely managed to keep his cool, but the other members? Oh, they noticed.

Nicholas smirked. “You good, man?”

Fuma cleared his throat, forcing himself to act normal. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

The truth? His brain was screaming.

But the moment that really took him out was the time you casually ran your fingers through his hair, brushing it out of his face while laughing at something dumb he said. You did it so naturally, like it was nothing, but Fuma? He froze.

“Your hair’s soft,” you had mused, completely unaware that he was actively trying not to combust on the spot.

From that day on, Fuma knew one thing for sure: if you ever asked him for the moon, he’d find a way to give it to you.

NICHOLAS :

Nicholas prided himself on being cool and composed, but when it came to you? Yeah, no. All logic went out the window. He was so obviously in love with you, it was almost painful to watch.

It started with the way he hovered around you. He was always nearby, never in an overbearing way, but enough that the members started pointing it out. If you moved, somehow Nicholas just ended up next to you. If you needed something, he was already handing it to you before you even asked. It was almost instinctual at this point.

“Nicholas, you do realize they have hands, right?” EJ teased after watching him open your drink for you.

Nicholas just shrugged, like it was no big deal. But the truth? He lived for those little moments. Any excuse to be close to you.

And then there was the staring. Oh, the staring.

He wasn’t even subtle about it. You’d be talking, completely in your own world, and Nicholas would be watching you with the softest, most lovestruck expression, like you were the most fascinating thing in the world.

The other members definitely noticed.

“Dude, blink,” Yuma muttered, nudging him when he caught Nicholas gazing at you again.

Nicholas snapped out of it, pretending he wasn’t just caught, but the smirk on Yuma’s face said otherwise.

You were completely oblivious to all of this.

Like that one time you playfully messed with his hair, ruffling it before grinning up at him. “You look cute like this.”

Nicholas blacked out.

His brain completely short-circuited, and all he could do was stare at you, mouth slightly open, while his soul ascended. Meanwhile, K, who had definitely witnessed the whole thing, was wheezing in the background.

And don’t even get started on the time you borrowed his hoodie because you were cold. You hadn’t even asked, just grabbed it off the couch and pulled it on like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Nicholas nearly malfunctioned.

“You—you can keep it,” he blurted out, voice slightly higher than usual.

You tilted your head. “Huh? But it’s yours.”

“It’s fine. Looks better on you anyway,” he muttered, pretending to be unbothered while actively fighting for his life.

Yeah. Nicholas was down bad, and at this rate, the only thing worse than his obvious crush was the fact that you still weren’t getting the hint.

EJ :

EJ wasn’t the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, at least, not this obviously.

It started with how attentive he was. He always seemed to notice the little things, if you liked a certain snack, he’d somehow have it on hand. If you were tired, he’d quietly adjust his pace to match yours. And if you so much as shivered, his jacket was already draped over your shoulders before you could even register the cold.

At first, you chalked it up to him just being considerate. EJ was naturally kind, after all. But the others? They knew better.

“Dude, just admit it,” K sighed one day as he watched EJ carefully set aside the last slice of cake for you.

EJ blinked, feigning innocence. “What?”

“You literally cut it perfectly and put it on a separate plate for them,” Nicholas deadpanned. “If that’s not down bad behavior, I don’t know what is.”

But nothing exposed him more than the hoodie incident.

One evening, you grabbed his hoodie off the couch, pulling it on without a second thought. “Hope you don’t mind,” you said, giving him a little smile as you adjusted the sleeves.

EJ forgot how to breathe.

Mind? Mind?! You were standing there, looking ridiculously good in his hoodie, and you were asking if he minded?

“You can keep it,” he blurted out, way too fast.

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

He nodded, trying to act cool despite the warmth creeping up his neck. “Yeah. Looks better on you anyway.”

Fuma nearly choked on his drink from how shameless that was. Meanwhile, Taki was staring in open disbelief.

At this point, everyone was just waiting for you to catch on. Because EJ? Yeah, he was too far gone.

YUMA :

Yuma liked to think he was subtle, that his feelings for you weren’t that obvious. But anyone with eyes, literally, anyone, could tell he was completely, hopelessly down bad.

It wasn’t even like he was trying to be obvious. It just happened. His feet automatically carried him to wherever you were, his hands moved before he could think to help you with the smallest things, and his brain? Completely shut down whenever you gave him even the slightest bit of attention.

“Yuma, are you even paying attention?”

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. You had been saying something, probably something important, but all he had been doing was staring at you, completely lost in his own world.

“Huh?” he blinked, trying to recover. “Yeah, totally.”

“You were staring again,” Harua snickered from beside him.

Yuma immediately kicked him under the table. “Shut up.”

And then there was the art museum incident.

You had offhandedly mentioned wanting to go, so naturally, Yuma casually suggested making a day out of it. But the second you stepped into the gallery, he realized his mistake. Because you? You looked way too pretty admiring the paintings, eyes full of wonder as you took everything in.

“Do you like this one?” you asked, pointing at a piece.

Yuma was about to respond, but then you turned to look at him, tilting your head just slightly—and suddenly, he forgot how words worked.

“It’s… yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s nice.”

Nice? This was a work of historical significance, and that was the best he could come up with?

Meanwhile, Nicholas, who had been third-wheeling the entire trip, just sighed. “Dude, you’re so gone.”

Yuma knew that. And yet, every time you looked at him like that, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

JO :

Jo liked to think he was good at keeping his emotions in check. He wasn’t the type to wear his feelings on his sleeve, at least, that’s what he told himself. But everyone around him could see the way he completely melted whenever you were around.

It wasn’t just the way he stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky, it was the way he acted. The way he automatically saved a seat next to him no matter where you were. The way he’d subtly pass you the last piece of whatever you were eating together, pretending he wasn’t starving just so you could have it. The way he would get completely and utterly useless the second you did something even remotely affectionate.

Like now.

“Jo, can you hold this for me?” you asked, handing him something without a second thought.

Big mistake.

Because the second your fingers brushed against his, Jo felt his entire body malfunction. His brain short-circuited, his ears turned red, and suddenly, he forgot how to breathe.

“Jo?”

No response.

“Jo, are you okay?”

Still nothing.

Nicholas, watching from the side, sighed dramatically. “Yeah, he’s gone.”

And then there was the time you casually called him cute.

“You’re so cute, Jo,” you had laughed, nudging his arm.

Jo immediately stopped functioning. Like, physically froze on the spot. His soul might have left his body for a second.

“Cute?” he echoed, blinking rapidly as if his brain needed a reboot.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “It’s adorable how you always take care of me.”

At that moment, Jo had to actively fight for his life not to melt into a puddle on the floor. He turned away, covering his face with his sleeve, hoping you wouldn’t see just how red he had gotten.

“I—uh—thank you,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Meanwhile, Taki, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, snickered. “Bro, you are down horrendous.”

And honestly? Jo couldn’t even deny it.

HARUA :

Harua had always been a little shy about his feelings, but it was so obvious that he was completely smitten with you. His eyes would light up whenever you entered a room, and you could practically feel the weight of his gaze when he thought you weren’t looking. He would try to act all cool and collected, but you could see through his little act.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he said one day, almost bashfully, when you caught him staring at you from across the room. He quickly turned his face away, but you could see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Like what?” you asked innocently, enjoying how he got flustered.

“You know… like I’m the most interesting thing in the world,” he mumbled under his breath. He couldn’t help but laugh a little, shaking his head in disbelief. He knew he wasn’t hiding his feelings very well, but he didn’t care. You made him feel things he’d never felt before.

It wasn’t long before Harua started finding every excuse to be close to you, always lingering near you during group activities. He loved the way your laughter would fill the room and the way your presence made everything feel a little bit warmer. Even though he was a bit shy, he never wanted to leave your side. He would even playfully complain about it, but you could tell it was because he couldn’t stand being apart from you for too long.

“You really like me, don’t you?” you teased him one day, when he was once again standing a little too close.

“Is it that obvious?” he laughed nervously, brushing his hand through his hair. You could see the nervous smile on his face. “I guess I can’t hide it anymore.”

You smiled softly, enjoying the way his usual composed nature melted away around you.

Harua didn’t need to say much. His actions spoke louder than words. His lingering gaze, the way he was always looking for ways to help you, and the way he never wanted to be far from you were all clear indicators of just how much he adored you.

TAKI :

Taki had never been subtle when it came to you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try to hide it. It was just impossible for him to keep it together when you were around. If there was one thing that was undeniably clear, it was that he was totally down bad for you, and he didn’t even try to hide it.

Whether it was in rehearsals or when the group was just hanging out, Taki was constantly looking for little ways to get your attention. It could be as simple as making sure you had a snack when you were a little hungry, or making a joke to make you laugh, whatever it took to make you smile.

One day, during a break between practice, you were all gathered around chatting. Taki had this soft, almost dreamy look on his face as he watched you talk with the others. But as soon as you turned to look his way, his expression snapped to one of sheer flustered panic.

“Are you okay, Taki?” you asked, catching him staring.

His eyes went wide, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. “H-huh? Me? Of course! I was just… thinking about something important,” he stammered, but it was clear to everyone that his “important” thoughts had nothing to do with anything other than you. He cleared his throat awkwardly, avoiding eye contact and pretending to focus on anything other than you.

But his little habit didn’t go unnoticed. When you got up to stretch, Taki was quick to move closer, making sure he was always within arm’s reach, like he needed to be near you. He’d “accidentally” bump into you, offering you a nervous smile when he did. It was so obvious to everyone else, but Taki? He was just doing his best to stay composed, even though his feelings were practically written all over his face.

Later, when you asked him to help you with something minor, like holding your water bottle for a moment, Taki’s hands nearly shook as he took it from you. “Of course! Anything for you!” His voice was a little too eager, and he immediately regretted sounding so desperate, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Thanks, Taki,” you smiled, completely unaware of how flustered you were making him. But for Taki, it was moments like these that made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

No matter how hard he tried to play it cool, his heart would skip a beat whenever you were around. Every time you smiled at him, or every time your hand brushed against his by accident, he could feel his feelings grow even more. It wasn’t just a little crush anymore, he was completely and utterly down bad for you.

And even though he was a little embarrassed, Taki didn’t mind one bit. As long as he could be near you, as long as you were happy, he was the happiest he’d ever been.

MAKI :

Maki always thought he was good at keeping his emotions in check. But then you came along, and suddenly, everything changed. He tried to stay cool, pretending to be his usual laid-back self, but the way you looked at him, talked to him, made his heart race in ways he couldn’t control.

At first, he tried to brush it off. He’d tell himself, “It’s fine, just don’t let it show,” but it was getting harder every day. He was down bad, and he knew it.

When you walked into the room, Maki’s attention would immediately snap to you. His smile would widen, and even though he tried to act casual, his heart would skip a beat. It was as if the entire room could disappear, and it would just be you and him.

One day, while everyone else was chatting about something, Maki found himself zoning out, his eyes trained on you. The way your lips curved when you smiled, the way your eyes sparkled with that quiet intensity, it drove him absolutely crazy. He tried to stay focused on the conversation, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you.

You caught his stare, and for a moment, you just looked at him, confused but also amused. “Maki,” you said, snapping him out of his trance, “you’re not even listening, are you?”

He blinked, a little flustered, but tried to play it off with a half-smile. “Of course I’m listening,” he said quickly, clearing his throat. “Just… thinking about how great everything is going.” But his voice cracked, and he cursed himself inwardly for it.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but Maki could feel the heat rushing to his face. He couldn’t figure out how to act normal around you anymore, everything was different. The way you made him feel was so intense, it almost overwhelmed him.

Later, when you and Maki were walking together, you casually mentioned wanting to grab some food. “I think I’ll grab something from that cafe down the street later. You want to come?”

Maki’s stomach flipped. He knew it wasn’t anything more than a casual invitation, but the thought of spending time alone with you made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. “Yeah, sure. I’ll come,” he replied, trying to act like it was no big deal, but his heart was already racing at the idea of just the two of you being together.

As the day went on, Maki found himself stumbling over his words more often, trying not to stare at you every chance he got. He’d tell himself, “You’ve got to be cool. You’ve got to be chill,” but his body just didn’t listen. Every time you laughed, every time your hand brushed his by accident, he felt like he was losing control.

When you both sat down for your meal, Maki tried his best to keep the conversation light. But every time you looked at him with that warm smile, his thoughts completely derailed. “You’re really cute when you’re not acting all serious,” you teased him at one point.

Maki felt his face heat up. “I’m not serious! Just… focus on eating,” he stammered, trying to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. But inside? He was a mess. He was so down bad, and he knew it was only a matter of time before you figured it out. Until then, though, he’d keep trying his best to act like he wasn’t completely and utterly in love with you.

Word count : 3531 | serapharua, 2025.

[kaiijo]

HOT THINGS HE DOES — [WIND BREAKER]

characters: sakura haruka, suo hayato, kiryu mitsuki, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo  content: gn! reader, reader has smaller hands than hiragi notes: i love them, your honor 

sakura haruka ✶

runs his hand through his hair. sakura doesn’t know why you watch him so intently when he cards his fingers through his hair. in his mind, he’s just trying to get his bangs out of his face but to you, he looks so effortlessly cool

he’ll definitely get flustered if you voice your thoughts to him while giving him a long once-over. he definitely starts blushing and stuttering and looking anywhere but your eyes with crossed arms. he’s actually short circuiting and you take the opportunity to run your own hand through his hair, feeling the smooth flow of his locks between fingers. 

nirei akihiko ✶

very perceptive of your needs. it’s like he can read your mind. you need a bottle of water? nirei’s already handing it to you. you want a sweet treat? nirei’s already bought it from your favorite bakery. you wanted to get a limited-edition keychain but they ran out at the store? don’t worry — nirei’s already bought matching ones for you

there’s something about how in-tune he is with you that has your face warming and a smile breaking across your face. you’re just as in-tune with him and his needs as he is with yours 

suo hayato ✶

always smells good. suo takes care of himself and has a nice natural scent, but when he wears his favorite cologne, he smells nice and clean and good. it makes your heart jump when you catch the notes of his cologne and you like to bury your face in his neck when he wears it (and maybe kiss his neck a little too)

his cologne also lingers on many items of clothing — shirts, sweaters, coats — which results in you stealing a bunch of his things so that you can keep his scent around you when he’s not with you 

kiryu mitsuki ✶

hand on the back. kiryu guides you around with a hand on your back, making sure that you are with him and comfortable and safe. it makes your heart skip a beat when he places a hand on your lower back, his palm warm even through your clothes

you especially love when you’re on a romantic dinner date and his hand in on your lower back as he leads you to your table, still holding you as he slides your chair out. you can’t stop the little giggle that bubbles in the back of your throat 

umemiya hajime ✶

gardening shirtless. there are two parts to this — one, you love that umemiya gardens and how attentive he is to his plants; two, you love when he does it shirtless. umemiya looks like he was carved by the gods and it’s always hot to watch him pull weeds, water the plants, and hum to them the sun’s making his bare skin glow 

you also like when he stands up to wipe sweat off his brow and you get to see the way the sweat glistens on his skin. it makes you contemplate dragging him away from his gardening for some personal time 

hiragi toma ✶

 comparing hand sizes. hiragi hands are so big and nimble and you especially love how big they are compared to yours. he doesn’t understand your obsession with grabbing his hand and pressing your palm against his

he indulges you whenever you ask him to compare hand sizes, fingers curling over the tips of yours. you know that his hand is bigger than yours but it makes your light-headed to see the real thing 

kaji ren ✶

stands up for you. kaji is the one to advocate for you when you won’t do it yourself and there nothing you find more appealing. there’s something so attractive about him when he tells your waiter that you didn’t order a certain item or something else like this. he’s not mean or aggressive, simply direct and firm when he does so

it makes you feel cared for and that someone is looking out for you. kaji also holds steady eye contact when he makes his request and there’s a steel to his gaze that sets your face aflame 

togame jo ✶

casual lean against the doorframe. but not just any door frame lean; togame does the book boyfriend lean, with a forearm braced against the doorframe and him slanting toward you to best listen to whatever you’re saying. he so attentive and confident when he does that you can’t help the way your heart skips a beat and your eyes involuntarily flutter when you meet his eyes. 

he also knows the effect this has on you so sometimes he’ll cage you in between the wall and his body, one arm above your head. he gives you a small lazy smirk and it has you pulling him in by the collar of his shirt for a kiss

[restlessmaknae]

masterlist ✦ &team

angst [🌪]  fluff [☀]  action [♦]  comforting [♥]

JO

✒ risk it all ♦🌪

werewolf!Jo x werewolf hunter!female reader/you As a werewolf hunter, you knew better than to fall in love with a werewolf, but the last person you expected to be one was your boyfriend, Jo.

K / KOGA YUDAI

✒ &us ☀🌪

K x female reader/you One day, he was your everything, and the next day, he faded into bittersweet memories. Now, after exactly 5 years, you might be able to patch things up again.

NICHOLAS

✒ you & me & bubble tea ☀

bubble tea shop employee!Nicholas x female reader/you The moment a bubble tea shop opens close to campus, it becomes your new favourite place. Partly because of the boba they make and partly because you particularly vibe with one of its employees, Nicholas.

[000-dotz]

Omggg I’m so excited seeing another &Team account ❤️❤️❤️

Do you have any thoughts about making out with Jo or just Jo thoughts in general? ❤️❤️

(happy late bday to jojo ily) okay so i've been so obsessed with jo's lips lately, like they're so full and pretty <\3 his little beauty marks are so kissable, and i think he'd get so flustered when you kiss them... like if you suddenly lean in to peck the little mole above his lip, he'd freeze and blink at you for a second because his brain is trying to process what just happened!!! and then he'd smile all shyly, giggling when you do it again and again until you topple over, you body falling on top of his. his hands would immediately land on your hips to steady you, his chest rising and falling as he searches your eyes to see if you want more—and when he finds his answer, one of his hands moves to the back of your neck to pull you back down to his soft lips, one of his legs slipping inbetween yours as he kisses you like you're his last meal ><

[keisgirl]

could I request prompt #13 for &Team k ?

yes of courseee i have been looking forward to writing yudai angst sdjhfdjkhskfhjk something about him screams angst i swear

lingering; andteam k

prompt; #13 "you weren’t pretending when you kissed me that night… but it feels like everything after was."

pairing; idol!k x reader

wc; 0.8k

pls reblog and like if you liked the drabble!

looking for moots <3

cheers,, hannah

kpop drabble masterlist | prompt list #1

the memory of that kiss haunts you. it wasn’t the first, but it was the last that felt real.

that night, under the stars, it was just the two of you. no cameras, no schedules, no crowds pulling k away. just the quiet hum of the city below, and his lips pressed against yours like they had something to say. his hands cupped your face like you were fragile, like you were something to be cherished. you remember the way he looked at you right after—like you were the only person in the world. like everything in that moment was right.

but everything after feels wrong.

he left for his tour the next day. another country, another stage, another part of his dream. and you… you were left behind. you understood the distance, the hours of practice, the need for him to pour everything into his career. you knew what you signed up for when you let yourself fall for him. you knew that being with an idol meant sacrifice—long stretches of silence, stolen moments in dimly lit hotel rooms, watching him on tiktok more often than seeing him in person.

but that kiss had felt like a promise. that you mattered, that he would find a way back to you.

the days stretched into weeks, the texts became shorter, the calls more unlikely. he stopped talking about when he’d come back. the exhaustion in his voice every time you spoke became more evident, like he was dragging himself through every conversation, barely able to give you what was left of him. you tried not to mind, tried not to let the growing space between you swallow you whole.

but it does.

now, when you scroll through the pictures of him online, you wonder if that version of him ever really belonged to you. the fans get more of his smiles than you do. they get the excitement, the laughter, the spark in his eyes that used to light up when he saw you. you’ve convinced yourself that you’re just an afterthought, a distant memory he no longer has time for.

you’d never doubted him before. not like this.

you replay the conversations in your head, trying to pinpoint the moment when he began pulling away. when it became routine for him to cancel plans, to avoid mentioning when he’d be free again, to let hours—sometimes days—go by without a word. you told yourself he was busy. you told yourself that it was temporary.

but deep down, you wonder if the problem isn’t just that he’s busy, but that he’s stopped wanting to come back to you.

it’s a thought that’s hard to shake, especially late at night when the silence is the loudest. you turn over in bed, your phone screen lighting up the room, and you stare at the last message he sent. ‘sorry, another late practice. miss you.’

miss you. those words used to mean something. now they feel like a formality.

you type out a reply, delete it, type it again. your fingers hover over the send button. you want to ask him if he’s still there, if he’s still with you, if the promises he made in the quiet of that night under the stars still hold any weight. you want to know if he’s pretending now, going through the motions because it’s easier than telling you the truth.

you want to ask him if that kiss was the last time he really felt something for you.

instead, you lock your phone and drop it on the pillow next to you. maybe you’re overthinking it. maybe this is what love looks like when you’re not the center of someone’s world.

but you can’t stop the ache. the cold emptiness that stretches out where his warmth used to be. the way you find yourself questioning every small thing, every text, every missed call.

maybe he’s not pretending—maybe he’s just exhausted. maybe he’s lost in the whirlwind of his own life, and he doesn’t have the energy left to love you the way he once did. maybe this is just a phase.

or maybe you’re not in his orbit anymore.

the realization makes your chest tighten. you don’t know when it happened, but the distance isn’t just physical anymore. it’s something more, something deeper. and you’re scared to confront it. scared to ask the question that’s been haunting at you because you already know the answer.

you weren’t pretending when you kissed me that night… but everything after feels like a lie.

it’s a thought that lingers, heavy and unspoken, as you pull the covers up and curl into yourself. your phone remains silent, and for the first time in a long time, you don’t wait for it to light up.

ayo its kinda sad