#sorry youre seeing this message twice babe

[lungache]

thinking about how pangzi calls wu xie tianzhen and how the meaning behind it transforms. because there comes a time where wu xie is inarguably not a naive kid anymore. and how pangzi probably mourned the loss of that innocence a little bit because it came at such a cost. but also how pangzi keeps calling him that- a little as a joke, but also not. maybe he says it as a reminder of who wu xie was and is. because time stole wu xie's innocence but his curiosity and some of that wonder and hope remain, even after everything.

[kairoot]

❅ — ww. day 9: nrk . ✦ ₊˚

day nine: ❝ cheering up niki on his birthday ❞

⟢ pairing : niki x reader➖ genre : a little angsty ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, kissing, nikis sad, petnames

“ki,” you softly called. you propped your self up next to your boyfriend. you knew he was awake, though his back was turned and he wasn’t saying anything.

“ki, baby, it’s time to get up.”

still no response.

you turned on your side behind him, rubbing his back. you knew he was still sad about not making it to japan for his birthday.

for two weeks, your boyfriend had rambled about getting to see his family and all the places he would take them.

it was a disappointment to you both when the company had let him down at the last minute, telling him that he had a schedule instead.

they had canceled his flight without telling him. even going as far as returning his ticket because they had things to do.

you placed kisses on the side of his head and down to his neck. he stared at the wall in your shared bedroom, thinking about his mom and dad. they wouldn’t even be able to see their son on his 18th birthday.

niki sighed quietly as you continued your small kisses, whispering reassuring words in between.

“i’m sorry.”

he shook his head, readjusting himself.

“s’not your fault.”

“i know, but-“ you sighed, rubbing his arm.

“you don’t deserve that, ki.”

“let me make you breakfast at least? i want you to get up at some point today, it’s your birthday, babe.”

he turned over toward you, burying his face into your chest while letting you wrap your arms around him.

your fingers found their way to his highlighted hair, combing your fingers through it. he sighed once again, very content with your embrace.

he closed his eyes before replying, “please,”

“but can we stay here for a little? you make me forget about everything.” he opened his eyes again, his sharp eyes seemed to soften now.

you nodded your head, placing a kiss on his.

“of course. but you know you have that live later on.”

he scoffed at the thought of having to leave you but nodded.

he pecked your lips twice before going back in his spot on your chest, throwing a leg over you.

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milan’s note: this was posted late of course but so sorry that it was that short, my brain is a bit .. 😭

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[jenchan-writingmultis]

Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons

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A/n: I wanna emphasize further headcanons for Sylus cause he got me in a chokehold, NSFW isn’t a lot cause I couldn’t think of much. I hope you like this one! Also, when I was writing this, Rafayel was on my screen saying “Babe don’t move, I wanna see if I can see myself in the reflection of your eyes” I am so sorry baby boy. Also, I apologize for the separated posts, I, once again, reached the Tumblr limit. <( •̀ᴖ•́)>

Pairing: Sylus x AFAB Reader

Not beta read!

Warning: Toxic! Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Forced Drug Usage, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Sadistic! Sylus, Cussing, Blood, SYLUS! (He gets his own warning) If there are warnings that I didn’t notice, please let me know, thank you!

Masterlist Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Part One)

Sylus NSFW Headcanons

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SFW:

✄ He wouldn’t forget about the men you keep in your life; they’re so obsessed with you that they all got impacted by your disappearance, especially Rafayel, who was the one that got you into the situation, he knows that the guy was the reason why you almost died, twice? Was it thrice? Anyways that’s too much for someone who says that they loved you for 800 years, (He’s a full-time stalker, do you think his raven wouldn’t hear your conversation when that man got hospitalized?)

✄ For his amusement... he usually tends to give them little trinkets of your possessions where they live or lets you send a message to them once in a while. Just to mess with them, after all, they're the ones who got to have plenty of time with you, and yet here you are, in his home. He considers himself the winner right now.

✄ Out of all the male leads, the one he considers to be a big threat was Lumiere, the number of times he almost got caught with you, that man is crazy. (as if he isn’t) so whenever he lets you out, he makes sure you’re not identifiable, it’s simple really, he uses a device that changes your appearance to look vastly different from your looks.

✄ In terms of Physical affection, he would do it when you still despise him, he’d force you to kiss him, planting his lips on yours while you squirm from your chains, try to bite his lips, he’ll slap your thighs with a baton, specifically your inner thighs mind you, since it hurts so much more there. Yeah, keep trying to hurt him, he’ll make sure to give it back tenfold.

✄ Does he hug you? He does, though the type of hugs he gives aren’t comfortable, it’s where you can’t move, can’t leave or squirm your way out of his hold, he’s strong enough to hold you down.

✄ Cry for him! He likes seeing your tears, angry tears, or pained tears, he doesn’t care, he just wants to see you sob. While he loves that you’re bratty, he also prefers obedient mutts as stated in the first headcanons. If he needs to punish you for that he’s very much willing.

✄ He does drug you often. He likes watching you turn into a mush, a pliant pet for him, he doesn’t take advantage of you in this state though, he just gets tired of your constant squirming when he wants your cuddle after a long day of work, he’d come back to his home, his bodyguards and servants greeting him enthusiastically (they’re forced to) while you on the other hand, just spat insult after insult to him. He would appreciate the feisty personality you have if he has the energy for it.

✄ He’d grab your cheeks in a bruising grip before he grabs a pill box, finding the right drug to put you in a state where you reciprocate his love for you, he forces your jaw open before pouring 3 pills into your mouth.

✄ “Drink” he’d ordered, you gasped, trying to push the pills out of your throat, “spit it out, you’ll regret it” his voice harsh, while he forces cold water down your throat, making sure that you drank it, the moment he lets your cheeks go, you’d be coughing and gasping for air, he drenched your shirt too cause of what he did, but he doesn’t care, you’re acting like a feral dog, be ready to be treated like one.

✄ The moment the drugs start to circulate in your system, making you tired and obedient, he’ll carry you to the bed, where you were supposed to be, but didn’t like being on since that bed reminded you that you were trapped.

✄ In times like this, he turns vulnerable, asking you to tell him how much you love him, he likes hearing it, you never told him those words, and he could only hear it when you’re drugged out.

✄ You cuddle him, breathing ragged while he traces his fingers on your back, causing you to shiver, it was cold and hot at the same time, and the only comfort you feel is when you’re pressed against his body, he is the only solace you feel when you’re in this state, and you hated it.

✄ When he tells you he loves you, you respond so eagerly, like a proper mutt.

✄ He'd plant kisses on your face, his hand gently holding your back to adjust your position on his lap. Your skin, warm from the effects of the drugs, pressed against his. Seizing the moment, he continued kissing you, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he left bites, he’d savor your whimpers.

✄ Oh, but if you mention any of the male lead’s name except for him while you’re in a dreamlike state,  he’d be fuming with jealousy, but it’s not obvious, his subtle hints would be on his body language, the way his kisses became rougher, he bites your bottom lip, breaking skin and making you bleed, if you wince in pain, he’d have a sneer on his face.  His grip on your back would go to your waist, chubby or not, he’d have you under his mercy, his hands tugging your cuffs and placing your wrists on top of your head.

“Even if your brain’s a mush you never fail to hit a nerve pretty”

✄ After you fall asleep under his “care”, he’ll take care of you, changing your outfit before he tucks you to bed, you’ll often wake up alone, but with a letter that says that he’ll be expecting proper etiquette from you next time.

✄ Does he say “I love you” to you? If you’re still mad at him, he would out of spite, He would infuse it with such sweetness that it’s guaranteed to make you angrier. Honestly, he loves seeing you try to piss him off. Keep going, love; you're at least one step closer.

✄ On the other hand, once you develop Stockholm syndrome, he won’t say it much, you didn’t become boring, he just likes seeing you desperate to please him, to get his love so he stops his affections just for you to beg for it.

✄ Is it hard to withhold loving you? Nope, it’s easy for him, he lived without your constant affection, even during the months he kept you in his home, you didn’t give him the privilege of your love, so he doesn’t mind not touching you at all, not giving you the attention you want, or the verbal affirmation if he still loved you.

✄ Once you start crying and begging, that’s where he’d hush you, petting your head before he kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry pretty, I’m here now, don’t cry” He’d coo before you hug him as if your life depended on it.

[lives-in-midgard]

Taking Care Of You

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: When Chris finds out that you're sick he wants to be there for you.

Word Count: 1165

Request: I saw requests are open can I ask for a fluff one with Evans and reader is sick and he's there to care for her? It can be hubby/wife and bf/gf or even best friends up to you. Thank you!! [See request here]

A/N: Thank you for sending me this request! I hope you like it! The picture above inspired the parts were they were facetiming.

Divider made by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

It’s already been two months since your boyfriend Chris Evans left to film his new movie. You missed each other a lot but face timing and texting made it more bearable. Chris tried to call you as often as possible and when he didn’t have time, he sent you a text message. Because he was away filming Chris and you decided that it would be the best if Dodger stayed at your place and when you were at work his brother would look after him.

After picking up Dodger after work, you weren’t feeling well, so you decided to take Dodger for a walk. You thought that it would help when you suddenly sneezed. When you got home you suddenly felt cold and decided to go to bed and watch a movie while cuddling with Dodger. After a while your phone rang and when you looked at it, you started to smile because it was Chris.

“Hey, honey.” He said with a smile.

“Hey, babe.”

“You’re already in bed?” Chris asked a little worried.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to lie down for a while…work was really exhausting today.” You said because you didn’t want to worry him.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry you’ve had such a hard day.” Chris said softly.

“How was your day so far?” You asked and suddenly had to sneeze.

“Bless you, my love.” Chris said and made you blush.

“Well, my day was pretty good. Filming is going great so far.”

“That’s amazing Chris.” You said and sneezed twice and then started to shiver.

“Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”

“It’s probably just a little cold.” You said, trying to smile.

“But please promise to let me know if it gets worse.” Chris told you in a worried tone and you nodded.

“Okay, I promise.” You talked for a while about everything that came to your mind and Chris also told you a lot about his day and his new co-stars.

“I miss you so much and can’t wait to be home with you again.” Chris said after a while.

“I miss you too, babe.” You said and you both said I love you, before saying goodbye because Chris had to go.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt so much sicker than the day before. Now you weren’t only sneezing, but you also started to cough and felt slightly dizzy. You decided that it would be the best if you stayed home and called in sick at work. After calling at work, you called Scott to ask if he could pick up Dodger because you were sick.

Most of the time you stayed in bed all day and only got out of bed to get something to eat. When you were lying in bed again with at least two blankets, you suddenly heard your phone ringing. You started to smile, but it quickly faded because you knew how worried Chris can be sometimes, especially when he is away. But you didn’t want to ignore his call, so you picked up and tried to smile.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You greeted each other and Chris knew immediately that you weren’t feeling well. There was no chance of denial, so you told him how you really felt.

“Oh no, I wish I could be home and take care of you.” Chris mumbled with a sad expression in his eyes.

“Should I come home?” Chris then suddenly asked.

“No, Chris it’s okay… really.” Then you told him that Dodger is staying at his brother’s home because you didn’t feel the energy of going for a walk with him and thought it would be the best. Chris understood that and hoped that you feel better soon. You only talked for a few more minutes because you felt so tired. Chris understood that, but he was also so sad that he couldn’t be there for you. You didn’t sleep very well that night, you woke up a few times because you were either too cold or too warm. You felt a little better in the afternoon than in the morning. Later when Chris called you, he sadly couldn’t facetime, so you could only talk without seeing each other. You talked for a while when you suddenly heard a knock on the front door.

“Wait, someone is at the door, I’ll call you back babe.” You said, wondering who was at the door. You walked to your apartment door, a bit slowly because you were dizzy. When you opened the door, you couldn’t believe who was standing there.

“Chris, what are you doing here?”

“I came here to take care of my girl. I couldn’t stay away from you any longer, especially when I knew that you’re sick.” Chris said as he walked closer to you.

“Oh, Chris thank you.” You said and started to shake.

“Come on honey, let’s get you to bed.” When he noticed that you were getting dizzy, Chris put his hand on your back and guided you to your room. You laid back down in your bed and Chris gently kissed your forehead.

“I’ll go and make you some tea.”

When Chris came back a few minutes later, he placed the cup of tea on your bedside table. You took a few sips and Chris held your back.

“Now let’s cuddle.” Chris said with a smile.

“Are you sure, I don’t want you to get sick.” You asked as Chris already made himself comfortable next to you.

“I’m sure, sweetheart.” You smiled and Chris then wrapped his arms around you. You slept for a while until you felt Chris touching your forehead.

“Sorry that I woke you up honey, but you have a fever.” He said in a soothing voice.

“Oh” You mumbled tiredly, and Chris tucked a hear behind your ear with a worried look on his face.

“Do you have any medicine here?” He asked and you nodded and told him where to find it.

“I’ll get it quick.” Chris said and gave you a smile. After a few minutes he was back with the medicine in his hand.

“Can you sit up for me, sweetheart? Just for a second, so you can take your medicine.” Chris asked and you nodded. Then he helped you to sit up, so your back was leaning against the headboard of the bed. Chris helped you take your medication and then you laid back down.

“Thank you for coming home to me.” You said after you cuddled again.

“I would come home anytime for you.” Chris held you tight and rubbed your back softly.

For the next few days, he took care of you as best as he could. Chris made sure you took your medicine, made you a bath, cooked for you and was there to give you cuddles. A few days later you felt so much better, but Chris still didn’t want to leave you, so he stayed another week to spend some time with his girl.

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@marvelogic | @rogersbarber | @eviebuggg | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom | @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 | @cutedisneygrl | @buckys-wintersoldier

[lagataprrr]

Blame it on the Club's Playlist| Chapter 3 No Hands

S. Gojo x plus!size fem reader

Warnings: slight dry humping, heavy makeout session, Gojo being completely obsessed with reader, readers insecurities maybe getting the best of her AGAIN

Blame it on the Club's Playlist | Masterlist

Credits to @super-marvel-dc for the gojo divider!!! They have more on their profile🥹

a/n: I did not edit this so im sorry beforehand for any grammatical errors. I hope yall enjoy this one!!! I wanted to delve more into like how self conscious one can feel when it comes to intimacy and I think I did it a lot on personal experiences. I love yall and you are all so beautiful!!!!! also if you'd like to be added to the taglist please let me know <333333

Also!! Should I name readers two friends??? Give me suggestions in the comments!!

should I make an actual playlist for this series?

Enjoy reading <3

"Please do not forget that I expect your drafts of the introduction and methods section of your study, and please for the love of God. Write your own work." The professor lets out a breath. "I am so tired of having to send half of my class to the honor council because they can't write their own paper. Make smart choices." As soon as she turns around to leave, everyone starts packing their stuff.

You quickly type in your project to your reminder app on your laptop before closing it. Slinging your bag over your shoulder and stepping out of the classroom you're met with one of your friends.

"Well there's my favorite friend, ever." She says, a sly grin on her face and you furrow your eyebrows.

"What is it?"

"I was just wondering if you texted the hottie you so sneakily went and did." You shake your head with a laugh as you both walked out of the science building. The slight chilly air on campus making you cross your arms over your chest.

"No, I have not."

And somehow, because the universe felt like exposing you. Your text ringtone chimed, twice. Your friend raising an eyebrow at you, and another chime making it a third message.

"Uh huh. Has he texted you by chance?" You roll your eyes, and pull your phone out of your pocket. Hottie with the body sent 3 new messages. "That's an interesting contact name."

"It was how he saved himself." You say quickly unlocking your phone and moving it away from your friends prying eyes.

Hottie with the body

how was your statistics class?

wait are u taking that class with Professor ibrahimbegovic?

she's so mean

You are quick to type in your responses, your friend watching with a curious look.

You:

It was alright, gotta finish up my draft for my study lol

and yesss

im guessing you've taken her class

"So did he text first or did you?"

"He did, but it's just talking about classes." You say, locking your phone and glancing at her. "What's with that face?"

"He's into you, babe"

You look away and scowl. "Not this again."

"Y/N, you have got to stop thinking that no guys can show you genuine interest because of your looks." She says earnestly, linking her arms with yours. "You're gorgeous, smart, and know how to throw that ass back like a Goddess."

"Oh my god." You let out a laugh.

"It's true!" Both of you reach the cafe and the bell chimes, "Go ahead and get a table I'll order our drinks." You nod and find a table near the window. Setting down your stuff and unlocking your phone again, this time scrolling through social media. You could hear the bell of the door chime again but you payed it no mind.

Your phone chimed again and you opened the message.

Hottie with the body

you look cute

Your head immediately looks up and you're met with Satoru standing at the entrance, his dark haired friend standing next to him. He shoots you a smile and heads your way. You don't miss the way your heart skips a beat as he makes his way towards.

"Hi." You greet, feeling your nerves pick up.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here."

"Oh yeah, totally not because everyone likes to come here after being grilled by hard professors." You joke and he chuckles.

"Oi, same thing as always?" His friend asks and Satoru nods. "Oh, you must be Y/N." His friend knowing your name catches you off guard.

He's talked about you? How cute!

More like embarrassing. Your mind battles with your thought.

You nervously laugh and nod. "I am. Yeah, t-that's me."

"I'm Suguru Geto, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." And he nods, heading to the line to the cash register.

"So, what's your study about?" Satoru questions as he takes the seat next to you. You catch a whiff of his cologne and fuck did he smell good. Your eyes went from his face and down to the rest of him, the black compression shirt he was wearing accentuated his form, and holy shit, were those abs?

He's way out of your league.

"Uh... well it's about the desensitization in peoples reactions to certain news headlines." Your eyes were still on him, going down to the grey sweatpants he wore, until you finally looked back up to his eyes. A smirk on his lips, clearly amused at your unashamed gaze.

"That's actually really interesting. For our class we had to do it about students anxiety levels between online and in person classes." You nod as he continued to explain, your eyes on his lips now.

Snap out of it you idiot, he's talking to you. Your mind practically yelled at you.

"Okay! One medium Y/F/D and a cheese danish." Your friend says, setting down your drink and treat as she takes the seat across from you. "Oh! Hello! You must be Satoru." She greets and you widened your eyes at her.

Satoru glances at you with his smirk again before nodding at her, introducing himself and making small talk.

Please swallow me Mother Earth.

"Oh! Y/N did you invite him to go out with us tomorrow?"

You tilted your head in confusion at this. "Tomorrow?" You did not have any plans tomorrow.

"Yeah, remember, we're supposed to go to the club again tomorrow." She says with a sly smirk. "We're trying to get this one to go out at least every Friday! She's a scholar but she needs to make memories."

"Sounds fun, you going?"

"No."

"Yes." Your friend and you say at the same time. You glare at her and she wiggles her eyebrows. "She is."

Satoru nods, but his eyes were on you the entire time. "I can meet you there, if you want." He's almost begging with the tone he used, his eyes on yours before glancing down at your lips, as you gnawed on that delicious lip he was literally aching to kiss again.

You felt heat creep up your neck, unsure. "She'd love it, in fact. Y/N since I'm picking up Y/F/N, you can ride with Gojo and meet us there!" She suggests, and Satoru nods in agreement.

Gojo? Who the hell is Gojo?

"I don't mind picking you up, if you're okay with it."

Gojo is his last name. Keep up.

"Sure." You respond almost unsure at your own response.

"Great. Then we'll see you tomorrow!"

And that is how you currently find yourself running around your apartment trying to make sure everything was perfect. You weren't expecting Satoru to come inside, but if it does happen, then at least everything would at least be decent. This time you were wearing a black romper dress, with matching black heels.

As you went back and forth in your apartment, your cat followed you, curious as to what could you possibly be doing. In the middle of your stress your phone chimed, and you let out a groan. Going to your room to grab it from the nightstand.

Satoru :):

I'm here.

but take your time, no rush at all

I know you're getting all prettied up

You felt heat creeping on your cheeks as you shake your head.

You:

I'm done, let me grab my ID and I'll come down

Satoru :):

sounds good, pretty

also

still can't believe you changed my contact name :(((((

You:

im sorryyyy

it was distracting

You made sure to lock your door and headed down, stepping onto the sidewalk looking for his blue BMW until you furrowed your brows. Looking down at your phone and starting to text him to ask if he was sure he put down the right address, until you heard a wolf whistle. Looking up to see a black Mercedes G-Wagon, the one that came out this year, at that. Satoru gets out of the car and gives you a boyish grin.

"Never fail to leave me breathless, pretty." You give him a wide smile, thanking him as your eyes raked over him. The white crewneck and black jeans doing wonders for him, along with his baby blue nike dunks. A pair of glasses sat on his nose and holy shit, did he smell good.

"You look good too." You reply, and he grins. Opening the passenger door for you and holding out his hand. You thank him as you take it and get in the car, unbeknownst to you Satoru glanced the light blue color that flashed from under your dress and he felt heat all over his neck. Closing the door and jogging back to the drivers side, he starts heading out in the direction of the club.

Your eyes glanced around the interior of the car, the smell of expensive leather making you wonder just how much does this cost. "How many cars do you own?" You ask absentmindedly, and then you slap a hand to your mouth. "Sorry, didn't mean it like that."

Satoru laughs, "It's okay. I don't mind." Giving you a reassuring smile. "I have two of them here, my other cars are in my house in Shibuya."

"Other cars?" You ask incredulously. "We are in different tax brackets I see." You joke and he lets out a laugh, a smile on your face at the sound.

You both continue talking throughout the ride until you reach the club valet, only to furrow your brows as it seems the security guards were waving people off. Satoru was quick to roll down your window.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, unfortunately sir we have a couple of pipes that burst in the restrooms so we're closed until they get fixed."

"Okay, thanks man."

"Mr. Gojo?" You tease as he rolls up your window.

"He's just being nice."

"Mhmm." You say as you text your friends group chat.

The Three Muske(hoes)teers

You:

club is closed

Musketeer #1:

what??

so I got ready for NOTHING?

Musketeer #2:

bruh

im not even ready yet

but damn

Musketeer #1:

this was a sign for me to work on my backup assignments

Musketeer #2:

^same

we can go out next Friday

Musketeer #1:

Are u still with Gojo?

"Do you want to go eat something?" You glance up to see Satoru already looking through his phone.

"Are you hungry?"

He tilts his head at you with a smile. "I asked first."

"I am, are you?"

"I am." He nods and quickly puts in an address not the screen of the car. "I'll take you to this place that's nearby."

You nod and go back to your phone.

Musketeer #2:

she def is

she's probably not answering bc she's busy

sucking dick

Musketeer #1:

throat goat fr

Musketeer #2:

Hawk TUah

You:

ENOUGH

You lock your phone and glance out the window, heat on your cheeks and Satoru raises a brow at this. Though it's soon forgotten when you see the expensive restaurant that he's pulling into.

"Tapas Molecular Bar? Satoru..." You say as he puts the car in park. "This is expensive."

"I know." He says as he kills the engine, getting out of the car and heading to your side. Opening the door for you only for you to stay seated. His eyes meet yours and he gives you a smile. "I'm inviting."

"No, that's too much. I mean we barely know each other, and I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of this-"

"Y/N, I don't think that of you. I just want to spoil you with some good food. I would've preferred this to be a date, but, I don't think you want that. So I'm inviting you to eat."

You gulp nervously at his confession and maybe just maybe... "Do you want it to be a date?"

"I'd love it if it was. But I respect your wishes."

Carefully stepping out of the car and watching him close the door, you let out a shaky breath. "Okay... it's a friends date then. As friends!" You clarify and It was like an instant light switch, the way Satoru beamed at this. A wide smile showing his perfect pearly white teeth, eyes crinkling because of how wide he was smiling. "But! Just this one time... okay?"

"Great! Now stop over thinking, this is a friends date and I'm treating you to the best food." You laugh as he practically bounces as he walks, and you link your arm around his. Just to make sure he doesn't actually float away with the way he was acting.

The double doors were opened and the restaurant could not look any fancier, it made you feel so out of place.

Satoru was quick to let the host know he needs a table for two, and you were both escorted to a windows seat on the second level. With a beautiful look out to the city, making you grin. Opening the camera app and quickly snapping a picture of the view and sending it to your friends.

Satoru was so ecstatic as he pulled out the chair for you and pushed you in, rambling on and on about how you'll love the food.

You felt nervous, your hands felt sweaty and could almost feel your entire body jitter. You cleared your throat a couple of times, trying to calm down.

"Good evening, what can I get for you tonight?" The server sent you a polite smile, before her eyes landed on Satoru. Interest shining in her eyes as her whole demeanor changed into that as someone interested.

"I'd like a coke." Satoru answers as his eyes skim the menu.

"I'll just have a water."

"Great, I'll be right back with your water." The servers eyes never once lifted off the white haired man sitting in front of you.

As soon as your gaze landed on the prices of the menu you felt like throwing up on the spot.

All those zeroes are supposed to be there?! You mentally screamed.

"Stop thinking so hard on the price, and find something you want to eat." Satoru says, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes meet your own.

It gave you the chance to really study his eyes, the striking blue that genuinely exuded the gentle calmness of a lake. The rest of his features complemented him so well, from his pretty pink lips to the sharp jawline. His hair that stuck out makes him look so handsome, it made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"It's thirteen courses?"

"Yup, and they're all so good."

"I think I read this menu and gained at least ten pounds." You joke, but Satoru didn't laugh.

"That's not true." He pouts, and tilts his head at you. "You seem to make a lot of comments about yourself negatively."

"It's a coping mechanism."

That's what you've told yourself your whole life.

"Stop that." You furrow your brows. "You're beautiful, no need for all of that."

As you were about to respond a glass of water was placed in front of you. Satoru sent you a wink and turned to the server, "We'll have the set menu with the five premium wine flight."

You read the menu to see what he was ordering and you choke on your spit. "Satoru-" He's ripping the menu from your hands and handing it to the server, shooing her away.

"Get ready to try the best food ever."

♡

Three and a half hours later you're sat in Satoru's car in a fit of giggles at one of his antics. The wine in your system making you feel more comfortable in your skin, as he drove you home.

"So, this friend date, how would you rate it?"

You thought for a second, raising a brow. "I'd say a 9/10."

Satoru dramatically gasps, as he parks in front of your apartment complex. "What took away that one point?"

"That's for me to know." You teased, unbuckling your seatbelt. You glanced at the apartment complex and back at Satoru. Chewing on your lower lip, and inhaling softly. "Thank you for tonight, Satoru. I had a lot of fun."

"So I take it, you enjoyed the friends date?"

You nodded with a smile, opening the car door and stepping out. "Do you..." You trailed off, a nervous tingle running up your spine as you glance back at the entrance of the complex to avoid his eyes. And that ridiculous boyish grin. "Maybe want to come in?"

He has a little pep in his step as he follows you up the complex and to your apartment. Praying to God that you left it as decent as possible. As soon as your front door opens your met with your cats excited meows as a greeting.

"Oh, who's this?" Satoru asks, bednign down to run his fingers over his soft fur.

"This is Luxio."

"Luxio? Like Pokemon Luxio?" He asks as he glanced up at you with a raised brow in curiosity. Your entire face heats up in embarrassment as you cringe, but nod nonetheless. "That's the most perfect name for him."

Your cat meows at this, purring loudly as he leans onto Satoru's hand, almost like agreeing with his statement.

"Well, anyways, welcome to my home." Your cat glances up, sort of narrowing his eyes at you and meows. "Oh, I'm sorry, welcome to mine and Luxio's home."

"Thank you for welcoming me." Satoru responds, scratching Luxio behind his ear.

Your phone chimes and you unlock it to see the dozens of messages from your friends.

The Three Muske(hoes)teers

Musketeer #1:

Im so mad the club is closed.

I wanted to shake some ass

Musketeer #2:

they posted their playlist! ive been listening to it while doing hw

lmao

https.clubinfinity.com/playlist

Musketeer #1:

LIFESAVER

"Oh hey! One of my friends just sent me the link to the playlist they were going to play tonight in the club." You say as you head over to the small stereo set next to the tv in your living room, turning it on and connecting your phone. "Do you want to drink something?"

"What you got?" Satoru still engrossed with your cat.

"Pretty sure there's a tequila bottle under my sink."

After fighting with your bluetooth connection for around four minutes, the stereo finally pinged and the robotic voice of 'the bluetooth device has been connected' you mentally cheered. Pressing play on the song that began to blast through the speakers.

Listen to this track, bitch

"Finally!" And Satoru laughs behind you, already heading your way with two shot cups he found next to the tequila bottle. Handing you one and pouring your shot along with his.

"Pretty sure me and Suguru got drunk for the first time with this song." He says and you giggle, putting down your phone.

He clinks his glass with yours, "cheers." Both of you throwing your heads back as you swallowed the burning liquor.

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance  DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on) I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants

Luxio took his place in his cat tower near the window of the living room as you and Satoru poured another shot, the tequila building up on the wine both of you drank earlier and the room feeling hot.

Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo) Girl, drop it to the floor I love the way yo' booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)

With no shame, thanks to the liquor, you kick off your heels and throw your hands over Satoru's neck, dancing as you both laugh.

All that ass in yo' jeans Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet? Long hair, she don't care

His hands finding comfort on your hips again as you moved, His gaze focused on you and only you. You grin at him before turning around, pressing against him.

When she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ, this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm Bud, want it Flocka, yeah Blow it, fuck it, I don't care

Your ass grinded against him, the alcohol burning through your blood and this time Satoru wasted no time to grind against you too. His jeans felt tight on his crotch in no time, feeling his cock harden at the sensual movements of yours that were driving him insane.

I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me Take this dick, wanna swallow, Pink Moscato got her freaky Ayy, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweatin' Please pass me a fan, damn (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)

And just like the song, Satoru definitely needed a fan. His entire body was heating up, and fuck did you look so good dancing on him again. And once again did you have him reeling behind you, when you suddenly bent down, hands on your knees and the view of you back so sensual bent made him groan.

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance  DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on) I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo) Girl, drop it to the floor I love the way yo' booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move (ayy, ayy) And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Wale, uh)

His grip tightened on your hips, your ass moving in circles against his hard on. And fuck, that sensual look you sent him as you looked over your shoulder made him bite his lip. You sent him a flirty wink as you leaned back up hands now over his on your hips and swiveled them, pushing them with a precise pressure over his cock.

She said, "Look ma, no hands" She said, "Look ma, no hands" And, no darling, I don't dance And I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance

"You're driving me insane." Satoru says in your ear, lips grazing the tip of your ear making a shiver run down your spine. Your panties were soaked, sticking on you and you're sure your juices were only seconds away from trailing down your thighs. His lips pressed soft kisses over your earlobe, slowly training down on your jaw and reaching the corner of your mouth. "You've been driving me insane since I met you." He confesses, pressing a particular almost feather light kiss near your lips.

You turn in his arms, once again your arms around his neck. Feeling his cock press against you. "Show me." You swear it was the alcohol. There's no way you just said that to this hot man standing in front of you.

You mentally ignore the loud and mean voice in your head, yelling at you about your physique and how you shouldn't.

"You sure? I don't want to scare you away." He whispers his blue eyes making your stomach churn in nerves.

"Show me, I..." You trailed off, bracing yourself in disbelief at your words. "I trust you."

Satoru wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, his hands coming up to cup your face tilting your head up to be able to kiss you better. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, his tongue tracing all over your tongue.

"Fuck." He moaned, pressing hard kisses on your lips, bending his knees and now moving his hands to the back of your thighs.

"Satoru- wait!" He's lifting you up in no time, making you panic and wrap your legs around him tightly. Now his hands holding you under your ass, "Satoru I'm heavy, don't please."

"Shut up and tell me where your room is, baby." His lips sucking on the spot right below your ear, making you gasp.

"F-First door to the left." His legs move automatically, almost kicking your door down and closing it behind the both of you. His sucking and nibbling on the skin of your neck as he slowly lays you down, one arm still gripping your thigh to be pressed to his side while his other arm supported him from fully laying his weight on you. Satoru pulls away to look at you, and you looked so beautiful like this. Under him, a little breathless and lips starting to swell from kissing him so fervently. He could also notice how you slowly but sure started shrinking away from his gaze, and Satoru would not allow this. Not this time.

"You're so fucking stunning." He says, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Your hands are fisting his shirt, letting out a whine into his mouth as he slowly ground his hips against your core. Your brows pinched up at the feeling, eyes looking into Satoru as you let you a gasp of pleasure. "So fucking beautiful," He presses kisses down your jaw, reaching all the way to your collarbone, sucking a bruise into your soft skin. Satoru slowly leaned back, leaning on his legs as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. His fingers ran over the romper you're wearing and reached to the neatly tied bow on the back of your neck that held the material on you. "Can I take this off, baby?"

Your eyes shown a glint of uncertainty, and Satoru was quick to cup your face and lean his forehead on yours. "Don't-" He was quick to whisper to you. "You're so beautiful, I want this. But do you?"

You let out a shaky breath, fiddling with a button of his shirt nervously. "I want this, but I just- I'm not really umm... confident without something covering me?" The alcohol was making you spill all the details. "Maybe not tonight?" Satoru not wanting you to feel uncomfortable he nods, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and moving off of you. Seeing his fallen look on his features made you feel so guilty, and you immediately felt so uncomfortable in your own skin.

"I think you should go."

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a/n: this is a repost. i hope y’all enjoy! <3 also sorry if my characterization of oliver is ooc or weird!! i tried my best </3.

pairings: oliver aiku x fem!reader

warnings: college au, friends with benefits, mentions of hookups, alcohol consumption (they’re not drunk tho), reader n oliver have feelings, possessive behaviors, mentions of jealousy, brief mention of sae itoshi x reader, nsfw, smut, jealous sex, slight exhibitionism (they’re at a party), bathroom sex, use of pet names (baby, my girl, babe, princess), dirty talk, very brief choking, creampie, rough sex.

synopsis: you and oliver had been hooking up for several months. your agreement with one another was never meant to be taken seriously by any means, but all of that begins to change a few months in and when oliver sees you talking with his roommate, sae, he can’t help but want you all to himself.

are you mine? ft. oliver aiku

The sight of multi colored strobe lights dancing along the walls of the party you were at filled your vision as you walked through the crowds of people around you. The music was vibrating throughout the house, making it unbelievably hard to hear inside of the living room you had now entered. 

You were currently searching for your friend that had disappeared into the loads of people who attended the party. Isagi always had a habit of wandering off with his other friends and finding random girls to flirt with. However, that didn’t stop you from having a good time at the party you had been invited to. It was one of the more popular ones that were held off campus. You felt kind of lucky since these events were usually pretty private depending on the person, but you were one of the people who had received an invite from the man who was hosting it himself. Kunigami never failed to throw some sick parties. He always knew how to get people hyped and provided the essentials to make a party fun. Drinks, marijuana, etc. He knew it all and always had a guy for anything that was requested at the party. 

Not to mention, the place he owned was huge and there was always enough space for masses of people to attend without the rooms feeling stuffy. Though, that was sort of inevitable considering that it was nearing the end of the semester and summer was approaching. It would be humid inside the house no matter how much space he had. 

You turned the corner and scanned the room for any signs of Isagi. There were so many people inside the kitchen that it made it almost impossible to differentiate who was who, but it was obvious that your friend was nowhere in sight. It sort of disappointed you, but you didn’t want to spend the entire evening by yourself. There were all kinds of people at that party and you didn’t want to run into the wrong person on your own. You figured you could message him and find out the details of his location. He couldn’t have gone very far, right? 

You were about to pull your phone out of the waistband of your skirt, but halted when you saw someone you knew very well standing just a couple feet away. 

Oliver Aiku, your friends with benefits. 

That’s what you’d like to call him. 

You and Oliver had been hooking up for several months prior to the party you were at. He was one of the first guys you met during your second semester of college, and you both clicked the minute you came across one another. Oliver was a sweet talker. He knew how to get you flustered and your cheeks burning. One thing led to another, and you both hooked up that night with each other. He made you feel like you were on the moon from how great the pleasure was. He also made you cum at least twice the entire evening, and that was a first for you. Most of the men at your campus never knew what the hell to do with their dicks, so it was a surprise to see that Oliver knew what he was doing. It was like he was already familiar with your body and he did everything to make you feel so fucking good. 

It didn’t end there, though.

You saw Oliver more than you had anticipated. He would sometimes appear at the dining hall you were eating at, or he would be walking around campus with his friends. Each time, he always made it known that he saw you. Whether it was a smirk or a little wink that no one else noticed but you. He was attractive. He was fully aware of what he was doing, so you gladly gave in the next time you saw him at another party. You ended up having sex with him yet again and it was even more erotic than the last time. He was just too hard to resist and you often craved him more than you liked to admit. Oliver Aiku had become an addiction you couldn’t get over, and he felt the same way about you. 

He was the one who proposed the idea of a hookup agreement with you. He told you that he couldn’t stop thinking of you on a daily basis, but he wasn’t searching for something serious like a committed relationship. You felt the same way on the topic and agreed to start a friend with benefits with the man. It was just casual sex. Sometimes you’d call him up to let him eat you out until your voice was almost gone from how hard you had been screaming his name, or he would be the one to reach out to you for some head. It was simple. 

Well, it was supposed to be.

As the months went on, there had been a connection formed between you both. Neither of you had the courage to drop the bomb on each other, so you both remained silent on the feelings that brewed inside you both. It wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, and you knew that. However, you just couldn’t help but feel a tug inside your chest whenever Oliver would be speaking with another girl in front of you. You knew he was free to do whatever he wanted, but you just couldn’t shake that feeling. Oliver wasn’t yours and you weren’t his, so that same topic applied to you as well. Though, there wasn’t anybody else like Oliver. Nobody could fuck you better than he did and you tried to find someone who could, but you never found that person. You figured at some point he would get bored and just find someone better. To be fair, Oliver was quite relevant on campus. He played soccer for the university team and he had a lot of friends. He was bound to find someone else and you would just end up as strangers.

Seeing Oliver at the party was no surprise. He was everywhere and he’d definitely make a move to speak to you. The fact that you two knew one another wasn’t a secret, but nobody was aware of what you did behind closed doors with him. 

You were standing there for way too long. It didn’t take a while for Oliver to shift his gaze onto you. Once his eyes latched onto you, that familiar smirk made itself on his features. Your cheeks burned the moment you made eye contact with your sneaky link. He was around a few of his friends, but he could care less for the mindless conversations they were having. All he could focus on was you. 

His eyes explored your body that looked absolutely perfect in the dress you were wearing. It hugged all of the right places and showed off everything he loved to see. Blood was rushing to his dick already and it made him shift around to hide it. Oliver was practically undressing you with his gaze and he couldn’t get enough. He decided to send you a text to get the memo through to you. He didn’t want his friends becoming suspicious of his sudden absence, so sending a message would do just fine to him. 

The moment you saw Oliver whip his phone out of his pocket, you knew what he was about to do. He had done it plenty of times before. It was like a secret code shared between the two of you. 

Your phone vibrated, bringing your attention down to your device. Oliver had sent you a few messages and you decided to read them rather than ignore them. 

Oliver: come here

Oliver: you look so pretty <3

You looked up at Oliver who was leaning against the countertop with his drink in his hand. He honestly looked kind of dumb standing there, swirling it around like he was at a bar but regardless you began to make your way over to him. There were several people who passed by you on the way there, but you eventually made it to Oliver who seemed very happy to see you beside him. 

Oliver could be such a tease sometimes. He liked to mess with you in so many ways and you honestly never got tired of it. Though, sometimes he did get on your nerves. He would drive you nuts by telling some weird jokes or even making shitty pickup lines to make you laugh, but he did it all to see you crack a smile. That pretty grin only deserved to be made by him, nobody else. He never liked to admit that he was possessive over you, but at times, it was very fucking obvious. There was an occasion where he gripped the steering wheel a little too tight when you mentioned a male classmate that had been asking you to study with him for a test. He never liked when other people had their eyes on you. It was kind of wrong of him, but he just couldn’t help himself. You were just too delicate to let some random guy mess with you or your heart for that matter. 

Once you were next to him, his friends didn’t really bat an eye. They were well aware of you and didn’t usually care that you were around. You were thankful for that because sometimes guys could be so weird about that kind of stuff. Luckily, they were fairly chill and never really said much besides a hello or a how are you. 

Oliver turned his head to meet you. His eyes shifted towards your pretty lips that were shiny with lipgloss. He was so tempted to makeout with you right then and there, but he had to keep his cool and act right. He didn’t need you to become a mess because he was trying to kiss you in front of his other friends. “How’s your night been so far, babe? Got anything interesting to tell me?” he took a sip of his drink, raising a brow at you once he finished asking the question.

You shook your head. To be honest, the party hadn’t been quite eventful at all. It was the same usual shit you had been used to since you were a freshman in college. “No.. not really. It’s been the same old shit.. you?” you cocked your head to the side. 

Oliver nodded, acknowledging your words loud and clear. He thought the party would have been more lively since it was getting kind of late, but much to his surprise, there hadn’t been much happening at all. He figured at some point he could bounce and have some of his own fun with you. You two had done it plenty of times before and it was much better than sitting around drinking the entire evening. 

He was about to open his mouth to speak when an idea flowed into his brain. He wanted to pass some time before he left the party, and since you were there, he wanted to mess around with you for a little bit. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to doing. There were many times where he would poke fun at you until you had no choice but to smile at him from how stupid or corny he sounded. It was nice being able to do such a thing with you, so he figured he would give it a try since seeing you laugh made him happy. It would help take his mind off of how dry the party had become since he arrived there just an hour or two prior.

He let out a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. This made you turn to look at him with curiosity written on your features. He then started glancing around at the different people who were wandering the party house. “So, you see anyone you want to sink your teeth into tonight?” he questioned, turning his head to look at you. “I have my eye on a few.. but I wanted to know if you were interested in any new prey.”

His question took you by complete surprise. Oliver wasn’t really the type to brag about those kinds of things to you. He never really mentioned them before so it was odd, but it kind of bothered you to have him bring it up like that so casually. You weren’t sure what he was trying to get at. Did he want some kind of reaction out of you? It was weird. The other fact that he mentioned he had his eyes on someone else made your chest tug with hurt. It was stupid to feel that way about a guy who you referred to as your “sneaky link” but you couldn’t help but feel that way. 

You had to put on a facade and just tough it out. It was just Oliver. Guys like him could get a little airheaded and not realize what they said. You wanted to play at his game too. You didn’t want Oliver to get away with something like that, so you would test the waters on your next response. “Actually, yeah, I do. He’s around here somewhere,” you crossed your arms over your chest, searching the room for a guy you could point to. 

Oliver was stunned to hear your response to him. He didn’t think you would take his words so seriously, but hearing that there was a possible suitor lurking around at this party had alarms going off inside his head. He began to wonder who it could be. Could it be Isagi? He was well aware that you two had a friendship, but maybe there was something else going on behind the scenes that he didn’t know about. He started narrowing down the options inside his head and wondered who else could be there. He surely regretted asking you such a question, because it was honestly a joke if anything. 

“Wait, what? Who-“

“Oh! There he is! Gotta go!”

He was interrupted the second you walked away into the crowds of people that were formed in the living room. Oliver watched you disappear for a brief moment, but his eyes quickly caught on to where you were standing. You weren’t alone anymore, but the problem was who you were beside. 

His own roommate, Sae Itoshi.

The thing that struck Oliver by surprise was that he never knew you were connected with Sae. As far as he was aware, you two had never come into contact with one another. It made him question a lot of things. Did you know that Sae was his roommate? How long had you two been speaking with each other? Did Sae know he was fucking you for the last few months? He didn’t have a single answer to any of them. The times Oliver brought you over to his apartment he made sure that Sae wouldn’t be there. There was never a time where he would encounter you at his place, so how the fuck did you know him? He knew the kind of person Sae was and he could gladly get any girl he wanted into his bed, but Oliver didn’t want you with him. There was no way he would allow that shit to happen. He adored you too much to let you slip through his grasp like that. 

He sat back for a second, watching your every move intently. He didn’t want to dart over there and make a scene, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling he had inside his chest. 

Usually, Oliver wouldn’t bat an eye at things like this. He doesn’t get angry like this. Not at you, more specifically. He was well aware that there weren’t romantic feelings involved in the relationship you had, it was physical. Yes, it was all physical and there was no emotional connection between you both. He isn’t mad, there is no way he is mad at this or at you over this matter. However, he just couldn’t explain why he felt that green sensation coming over him. He couldn’t hide the scoffs when you laughed at Sae, or the way he would roll his eyes when you smiled a little too long at his roommate. He wanted to know most of all why the hell he wanted to storm up to you and Sae and pull you in for a kiss so he would see it. He wants him to know you belong to Oliver, not him. But he doesn’t, because he doesn’t feel that way. Right? Right.

He finished the rest of his drink, clenching his jaw when he saw you get just a bit too close to his red haired companion. He hated feeling emotions like this. He was so powerless in that situation it made him almost crush the solo cup he held in his right hand, but he had to keep his cool. You weren’t his. 

Oliver pulled his phone out of his pocket. He had too many questions for his own good, and he just wanted to know the basics. It would be nothing too intense, so he began typing a message to you. There were a few times where he would delete the text on his screen, but he eventually sent a few to you. He hoped you would see it, but seeing as you were too distracted in Sae, he wasn’t sure that would even happen. 

Oliver: baby

Oliver: i didn’t know you knew sae

Oliver: baby answer me

He noticed that his drink was empty as well, so he decided to get a refill real quick. If this went south, he knew damn well he was going to need a few to keep himself from losing it that night. 

He turned to the side, grabbing a bottle of liquor to pour into his cup. The stench filled his nose and made his mouth water from the desire to taste it. There were so many options at that party that he wasn’t sure what he should have, but he stuck with something simple instead of going crazy. He had to drive himself home that night and he didn’t want to get too intoxicated. 

Once he turned back, he almost dropped the cup in his hand. Your placement inside the living room was now gone and you were nowhere to be seen. Sae was also missing. The horror soon washed over him and his feet moved on his own to find out where the two of you had gone. He prayed deep down that you were just by yourself somewhere in the house and not in some random bed with Sae. No, there was no way you were about to fuck his roommate. 

He then walked around and might have shoved a few people in the process, but he could care less about what they had to say. He passed by the speaker that had music blasting from it which sort of deafened his ears for a brief moment, but that didn’t stop him from walking around the house to find you. Oliver then halted when he saw Sae standing in another part of the house. He was standing with a group of other people who were unfamiliar to Oliver, but he was relieved to see that you weren’t beside him at the time. Though, that begged the question of where the hell were you right now? He hoped that you were safe, but that was completely uncertain at the moment. All of his attention went to Sae, though. He couldn’t hide that he was kind of pissed off at him for doing such a thing. 

Oliver stormed up to his roommate, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt. Sae was taken completely off guard when he saw that the person grabbing him was his own friend. He was stunned and most of all confused. He could see this anger that swirled around in Oliver’s dual colored eyes that almost scared the living shit out of him at first glance. “Where is she..? Huh? Answer the fucking question..” Oliver’s tone was menacing and the grip on Sae’s shirt was only growing tighter the longer he held it. 

Sae blinked, confused as to what Oliver was talking about. He was blown away by his actions as well. There was no reason why he should be held like that. “Hey! Hey! Oliver, what the hell?! What are you even talking about?” he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to shimmy out of his friend's grip. 

He hated the response he received from his friend. He knew exactly what he was doing with you, but the last thing Oliver wanted to do was start something physical in the middle of the party. It could damage his reputation and he had soccer to worry about too. “Where’s the girl you were talking to, Sae?” his tone softened just a little, but it was somewhat firm at the same time. 

He then quickly gathered what he meant and remembered that he was talking to you just a few minutes prior. Sae nodded his head towards one of the corridors that led upstairs to the top floor. “She went up there to pee..” he replied. “What’s this even about? Are you dating her or something?” 

That’s all Oliver needed to hear.

He then released his friend, sending Sae a few inches backwards. He was still completely appalled by what Oliver had just done, but he decided not to chase after him. He didn’t want to possibly lose a damn limb because he was looking for some girl. It was still very confusing, but he refrained from continuing on with any questions. 

You were sitting inside of the restroom that you really needed to use for the past ten minutes. You did have a bit to drink and alcohol tended to run right through you. It would be quick, but you couldn’t stop staring at the messages Oliver had sent you just a few minutes prior. He seemed quite insistent on getting your attention with them and it honestly puzzled you as to why he was interested in your relationship with Sae. To be honest, you didn’t know a single thing about him besides his name and that he played soccer for the university team. It was no wonder that you did, but why was Oliver so damn curious to know? You never questioned his ties to the random girls he used to talk to. It would irritate you to no end but you never made a big deal out of it because you knew Oliver would make a huge joke out of the whole thing. 

Eventually, you finished your business and went to wash your hands. The soft thump of the music playing down below you filled your ears. The night was barely just beginning. You still had yet to discover where Isagi was hanging out at. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if you found out that he had left the party or something. 

Once you dried off your hands, you went to open the bathroom door. You twisted the knob and pulled it open, but there wasn’t an empty space. Instead, you were faced with a very irritated looking Oliver. He practically scared the living shit out of you when your eyes landed on where he was standing. You didn’t think he would come up here or even seek you out. You knew damn well it was probably Sae who revealed those details to Oliver, but it still made you curious on how the two of them knew one another. Also, why did Oliver care so much about it? He never really paid much attention to those kinds of things before, so why was there the sudden change of heart on his end? Sometimes guys could be so fucking nosy and Oliver was one of those men who had to be in your business. 

You decided to clear your throat to shift the obvious tension that had formed around you both. Oliver had his eyes fixated on you intensely. “Oliver-“ he then cut you off, forcing himself inside of the bathroom and slamming the door with his foot. 

He looked down at you with serious eyes. Your heart began to beat rapidly inside your chest at his sudden actions. You hadn’t seen Oliver behave in such a manner in the entire time you had been having sex with him. He backed you up so you were now pressing against the counter behind you. He had you caged in with his arms that were resting on either side of the sink. “Why did you do that, baby? You like having fun with my roommate?” his voice sent chills up your spine from how hoarse it was. Seeing him act that way had you pressing your thighs together. You never believed there would be a day that you would see Oliver Aiku jealous over his own roommate. The one you didn’t even know about.

You avoided his gaze, but you could feel him burning holes in the side of your head. You knew you had to say something eventually, so you did your best to come up with a response. “Oliver, I never knew about Sae like that..” you looked up briefly, then settled your eyes somewhere else in the room. “But most of all, why do you even care? We aren’t dating, Oliver, you know that.” 

He kissed his teeth at your words. He was so tired of hearing that you weren’t his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean shit to him. He was ready to throw out that idea and become exclusive with you, because the thought of Sae having you all to himself made him pissed. He didn’t want anyone else to have you but him. There was nobody else that could treat you better than Oliver could. “I don’t care.. you’re mine, (Y/N).” he leaned towards your level, so your foreheads were now pressing together. 

Before you could reply, Oliver pressed his lips against yours. The kiss between you two was gentle and it almost made your knees buckle from how sweet it was. His hands found their way towards your waist and then to your hips where he groped at your flesh. You could feel his stubble against your chin as he continued kissing you. Heat began to pool between your thighs, making you all the more needy for Oliver to continue touching you. He knew all of the places to poke and brush against that would make you melt in his hands like butter. He loved that about you. You were so easy to crack and break apart. Sure, he could take his time and be patient with you, but he knew that wasn’t going to be possible tonight. He had this ache inside of his shorts that was begging him to be freed. You didn’t seem like you were in much of a position to wait around either for him, so he figured he would get things going as soon as possible.

Oliver pushed your legs upwards with strong arms. You were now sitting on the sink with both of your thighs around his waist. His large hands squeezed at the fat, allowing a whimper to escape your lips. Instinctively, you opened your legs just a little so Oliver could gain better access to you. He couldn’t hide the smirk that wrote itself on his features when he pushed his hands up your dress and felt that damp spot on your panties. He had done so little, yet you were a soaked mess down there. If he had more time, he would have devoured you and gotten a taste. He always loved seeing your reactions whenever he would go down on you. 

He pressed the pad of his finger against your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked at the feeling of electricity that spread along your belly. Oliver pulled away from the kiss, making eye contact with you. He rubbed small circles on your sensitive bud, earning a few moans. “Needy, huh, baby..?” he chuckled, pecking your lips. “So fucking wet.. ‘gotta have you now.”

With trembling hands, he pulled your dress backwards so he could expose more of your skin. Goosebumps littered your skin when the cooler air brushed against your bare flesh. You watched with heavy lids as he untied his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers so he could free his cock. You chewed on your bottom lip, anticipation bubbling inside your belly at what was to come. Oliver was on the bigger side. You always had chills whenever he would take it out and fuck you with it. You were surprised you were able to take it the first time from how great the girth was. He was probably the largest you had ever taken. 

He pushed your panties aside, positioning his cock near your dripping hole. The tip dragged along your slick folds, allowing noises to come from both of you. You needed Oliver more than anything right now. Your hands went to rest on his broad shoulders, looking up at him with desperation in your eyes. “Oliver.. fuck, don’t tease m-me!” you threw your head back when the tip of his cock brushed over your bud. “Need you..” 

Oliver grinned at your need for him. He couldn’t lie. He honestly wanted you more than you wanted him. The two of you hadn’t fucked in a long time, so having a moment like this was bound to bring in lots of fun. He knew you had to be quick, considering that you were doing this in a bathroom at a party, but part of him did have the desire to take it slow. If it were anywhere else he would have his tongue buried between your legs until you were making a mess on his chin. “Tell me how much you need me, princess.” he teased your hole, making you whine. “Tell me – fuck – tell me how bad..”

You disliked how he was making you wait. All you wanted was for him to be inside you already, but that was becoming impossible from his actions. You decided to just give in to what he wanted. It would get things started much faster. “Oliver..! I need you so bad, ah! P-Please.. fuck me!” your nails dug into the fabric of his t-shirt. 

Your voice was like music to his ears. 

Oliver then pushed his cock inside of your dripping cunt. A sharp gasp left your lips from the sensation of his dick filling your pussy up. You could never get used to how thick his cock was. He was splitting you apart with every inch, and you found yourself almost crying from the stretch. Your pussy was sucking him in so perfectly that he was fighting with himself to not completely ravage you right then and there. You were so fucking tight. Nobody else compared to the way you made him feel. It didn’t matter if he went and slept with someone else. They never made him feel this euphoria that you were able to create for him. He never desired to see those people again, but when it came to you it was such a different story. All he could crave was you. Being inside you, having your walls squeeze his cock. He wanted you more than he would ever like to admit, but most of all, Oliver wanted you all to himself.

His palms placed themselves on your hips where he finally fully bottomed out inside of you. You felt so full with him. Oliver wasn’t sure if he should move yet, but when you began to grind on his cock he knew that you were more than ready for him to fuck you. 

He slowly began to thrust forward into you. Your moans were much softer and delicate this time, but he knew they would begin to grow louder once he started to move more. He gripped the plush of your hips tightly as his pace began to pick up just a little. Fuck, you were so perfect like this before him. Your sweet pussy was taking his cock in so nicely. He was already losing control of himself. Oliver never realized how badly he missed you until that moment. You were on his mind so much and the thought of losing you struck fear into him. He didn’t want anyone else to think they had a chance with you. 

You were lost in complete bliss at his actions. He was going at a decent pace, but you were already feeling like you were on the moon from what he was doing. The scent of his cologne, his grip on your body, the way his cock split you apart. All of it was so perfect. “O-Oliver! Shit.. it’s so good!” you squeezed your eyes shut, holding on to his shoulders for support. He had you completely wrapped around his finger. 

Hearing your pretty voice made his dick twitch inside of you. He loved whenever you said his name like that. All whiny and needy like he was the only one you needed at the end of the day. There was nothing better to Oliver than hearing you cry out for him. He couldn’t help but rut his hips a bit harder this time, giving him a slightly better angle to those nice spots. He wanted to make you feel good. Your pleasure always came before his. “Yeah? You like this, princess? Like when I fuck your p-pretty cunt with my fat cock?” he grabbed your face with his hand, pressing your cheeks together. 

You nodded vigorously at his question. Oliver thought you looked so fucking nasty like that. Shaking your head like you were a bitch in heat. It was erotic. He thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. 

His hand retracted from your face and went to circle around your throat. He held it there firmly, but not hard enough to the point where you were losing oxygen from his grip. Oliver just couldn’t keep his eyes away from you and your body. You were beautiful, truly. He hadn’t ever seen someone with such enthralling beauty before. He just couldn’t help but feel mesmerized by your features. There was so much to like about you. He couldn’t pick just one thing to focus on. He knew a girl like you could be snatched up by someone else within a heartbeat. There were probably loads of people waiting for you to give them the time of day, and he was fully aware of that. He saw the way people turned their heads whenever you walked into a room. Oliver was one of those many faces that stared at you with admiration any time you strutted by. He loved that people also thought you were pretty, but it also brought jealousy. You were too good for some of those shitty guys he encountered on campus. The last thing he would want is someone breaking your pretty heart into tiny pieces. 

That’s why seeing you with someone like Sae angered him. 

Oliver knew he shouldn’t have acted the way he did towards his friend, especially over you, but there was just something about having you in someone else’s arms that pissed him off. Someone seeing you naked and fucking you drove him mad. He was the only one who should have access to you like that. The idea that someone else could possibly have that chance lit a fire underneath Oliver’s ass. He didn’t want that, not one bit.

He didn’t realize it, but he had begun fucking you at quite a rough pace. He was just too pissed off about what happened with Sae earlier that he was taking it out on your cunt. You didn’t seem to mind that much though. You were a moaning mess and your hold on him was tight. You were practically clinging onto him like your life depended on it. Oliver shifted his angle, so he could feel more of your cunt around him. As he thrusted, the items on the sink moved with him and a few things almost fell over. However, he didn’t give two shits. 

The sound of skin slapping filled the room. Several grunts had rumbled in Oliver’s throat while he thrusted into you. He knew you were getting close by the feeling of your walls slowly tightening around his dick. He had this need for reassurance. He had to know and hear from you that you weren’t going to go off with somebody else. “Fuck.. tell me you’re mine, baby.” he looked down at you with a serious stare that made you shiver. 

You whimpered when his hand around your throat began to squeeze. He was making you look at him while his cock dragged along your walls. This kind of energy was turning you on so much. You could almost cum on the spot from just his voice. “I-I’m yours, Oliver!” you whined. “I promise..!”

Those words made him feel so much better. He couldn’t hide the smile that had appeared on his features. Oliver gritted his teeth from how fucking great you felt around him. You could feel the knot inside your belly tightening with each rut of his hips. All you could crave was that climax. Your nails dug into his shoulder, leaving marks on his skin even though he still had his shirt on. 

With one final cry of pleasure, you finally reached your orgasm. Sparks of euphoria danced along your skin from the intensity, and your legs began to shake. Oliver gasped sharply when your walls clamped tightly around his cock. He didn’t expect it to happen, but he actually came himself. He filled your cunt with his cum, covering your velvet walls with white thick seed. The warmth inside your abdomen made you tremble a bit, but you were too lost in your thoughts to even think about what just happened. Oliver had come inside you before, so you could care less. Those words must have pushed him over the edge, because he didn’t expect for his high to hit him that hard.

Oliver snaked his arms around your waist. The two of you were both quite messy and the restroom you were in was humid. He brushed his lips against your ear, making you feel goosebumps. “I mean it.. you’re my girl, baby.“ he rubbed small circles on your back, soothing you. 

You tucked your head underneath his chin, letting your eyes fall shut. “I don’t mind that..” you whispered, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Really? I mean-“

BANG BANG!

“Hey! Who’s in there?! Some of us have to piss!”

You and Oliver looked at one another, then started giggling when you heard the person on the other side. He quickly kissed your forehead, smiling down at you. “Come home with me tonight.. I can’t stay away from you anymore.” he said, cupping your cheek.

You grinned. “I want nothing more than that.”

[victoryverse]

Hiyaa!! Just wanted to ask if you could do ghost comforting y/n after she had a bad day. Maybe smut at the end. Bit basic xd. If not, I'll totally understand. xx(I love your work)

this is a bit tame on the smut part...sorry 😭😭😭

. . .

Simon Ghost Riley sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for his girlfriend, Y/N, to come home. He could tell that she had had a bad day just by the way she had texted him earlier, her messages filled with frustration and exhaustion. He knew that she needed him to be there for her, to comfort her and make her feel better.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Y/N walked through the door with a heavy sigh. She dropped her bag on the floor and slumped onto the couch next to Ghost, burying her face in her hands. He immediately put his phone down and turned to her, placing a gentle hand on her back.

'Hey, what's wrong?' he asked softly, rubbing her back in small circles.

Y/N let out a frustrated groan and sat up, running her hands through her hair. 'Work was just so stressful today. I feel like I can't catch a break,' she said, her voice filled with exhaustion.

Ghost nodded, understanding completely. He knew how demanding Y/N's job could be, and he hated seeing her so stressed out. 'I'm sorry, love. What happened?'

Y/N sighed and leaned into Ghost's touch, seeking comfort. 'It was just one thing after another. My boss was being difficult, I had a ton of deadlines to meet, and to top it off, I spilled coffee all over my shirt during the morning meeting.'

Ghost couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Y/N covered in coffee. He pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. 'I'm sorry, babe. That sounds like a rough day.'

Y/N nodded and snuggled into Ghost's chest, her arms wrapping around his waist. 'I just want to forget about it all and relax,' she mumbled.

Ghost smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. 'I have just the thing to help you relax,' he said, his voice low and seductive.

Y/N looked up at him, a small smirk appearing on her lips. 'Oh yeah? And what might that be?'

Ghost smirked back and leaned in to capture Y/N's lips in a passionate kiss. She immediately melted into him, her arms tightening around his neck as she kissed him back eagerly. They continued to kiss, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, until Y/N pulled away with a gasp.

'Bedroom. Now,' she said, her voice filled with need.

Ghost didn't need to be told twice. He stood up, pulling Y/N with him, and led her to their bedroom. As soon as they entered, he pushed her against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers once again. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping onto Ghost's shirt as he pressed himself against her.

Their kisses grew more feverish as they stumbled towards the bed, Ghost's hands roaming over Y/N's body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her and trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.

Y/N arched her back, her hands running through Ghost's hair as he continued to kiss and nip at her skin. She let out a soft moan as he reached down to unbutton her shirt, his hands sliding over her bare skin.

'God, you're so beautiful,' Ghost whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

Y/N smiled and pulled Ghost down for another kiss, their bodies pressing against each other as they both grew more and more desperate for each other. Ghost reached down to unbutton Y/N's pants, sliding them off along with her underwear, and then removing his own clothes.

He positioned himself between Y/N's legs, his eyes locked with hers as he slowly entered her, their bodies joining together in perfect harmony. They both let out a moan at the feeling, and Ghost began to move, his thrusts slow and steady, driving them both towards the edge.

Y/N's hands gripped onto Ghost's back, her nails digging into his skin as he continued to move inside her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with pleasure.

'Ghost,' she moaned, her eyes locked with his as she reached her peak, her body pulsing with pleasure.

Ghost followed soon after, his release washing over him as he collapsed onto Y/N, both of them panting and sweaty from their intense lovemaking. They lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow and the comfort of being together.

'I love you,' Ghost whispered, pressing a kiss to Y/N's forehead.

Y/N smiled and snuggled into his chest, feeling completely relaxed and content. 'I love you too, Ghost. Thank you for making everything better.'

Ghost kissed the top of her head and held her close, knowing that he would always be there to comfort her after a bad day.

. . .

[natspookie]

hold me

natasha x fem!reader

☆ summary : natasha goes out to a friendly dinner with reader’s ex and natasha should have listened (happy ending dw babes)

☆ warning : cheatingggg, drama/angst, not proofread, and traumatic past relationship

“nat please don’t go out with her” you kneeled down with a frown on your shares bed as natasha attached her earrings, looking at you through the mirror.

“dekta it’s just one dinner, i asked if you wanted to come” natasha cocked her head to the side

“nattie, she’s manipulative and wants to get a reaction out of me” you cringe at the memory of your ex-girlfriend, the same woman natasha would be meeting at dinner tonight with another shield agent.

“i will be careful, and you know i only love you right?” she kneeled as well on the bed, kissing you on the forehead once, on the nose, and in the lips.

“be home as soon as you can?” you sighed, looking into her eyes. “i promise” she gripped your hands, as you both always do. “i love you nattie” “i love you too dekta”

the last 2 hours have been full of worrying for natasha. you’ve cleaned the apartment twice when you received a notification on your phone. you leaped across the couch hoping it as natasha asking you to pick her up. your heart dropped when you reached an unknown number messaging you.

you clicked on the photo to see your girlfriend and ex girlfriend kissing. you knew better than to believe this was the whole story. she was your natasha, the same natasha who loves you. you threw the phone across the couch and buried your head in your hands, anxiously bouncing your knee waiting for natasha.

when the door unlocked you didn’t move an inch. “y/n? i- i should have listened to you” natasha rushed in front of you as your eyes were closed. “she kissed me and i pulled away as fast as i could. i-i’m really sorry dekta, i should’ve just stayed at home with you and watched that old show you love” you opened your eyes to see natasha with tear stained cheeks.

you reached your hand out to brush her tears away “do you love me natasha?” you couldn’t help but ask “of course, y/n. you are my life, you are everything to me and i can’t do this without you, please forgive me” she held your hands tightly

“i love you nat, can you just hold me?” you asked quietly. natasha ripped her heels off and carried you to your room and you squealed.

natasha cleaned up as quickly as she could, making sure to scrub her mouth as much as she could before cuddling you tightly. natasha gave sloppy kisses all over your face, muttering ‘i love you’s every time. “you and me forever”

natasha held you close that night, afraid you would leave her. you knew better than to do that. natasha was clinging onto your side for a few weeks till she got called go a mission.

she left multiple letters around the house that didn’t fail to make you smile.

there were ups and downs, but you wouldn’t mind sharing them with natasha.

[behindthesoul]

I’m Sorry

Masterlist

Summary - random moments where the characters say they’re sorry

Characters - Johnny Cage, General Shao, Kung Lao

Warnings - not proofread, injuries (Shao), food mentions (Kung Lao), not my highest quality work

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Johnny Cage

You huffed as you heard your phone buzz for the third time in a minute. There’s no use in looking at the screen, it’s obvious what the message is and who it’s from. Johnny had royally pissed you off earlier in the day; all you wanted was a little space.

Your phone buzzes twice more and it annoyed you to no end. You grabbed your phone with the intention of silencing it, but you couldn’t help but read the most recent notifications.

> Babe im sorry

> Open the door please

As if on cue, you hear a few sharp knocks on the door. It catches you off guard. Part of you wants to ignore him, but you’d feel bad if you left him out there all night. Sighing, you stand up and walk to the front door.

You open it to see your boyfriend holding a comically large teddy bear with the words I LOVE YOU BEARY MUCH stitched into its chest. The bear’s large head almost blocks Johnny from your view and you try not to laugh at the sight.

He holds the bear out to you, a weight falling off his shoulders once he sees you grab it. Johnny looks at you relived, his face is slightly more worried than usual.

“I fucked up, and I’m sorry,” he states. He’s ready to say more, but you stop him.

“I know.”

General Shao

You wince as you try to stand; the ache in your ribs restricting movement. A crowd of soldiers surround you and ask if you are alright. Obviously not, you say to yourself, idiots.

Suddenly you hear loud footsteps coming in your direction. The soldiers turn their attention from you to the sound. Another attempt to stand is in vain, making you groan. The crowd makes way for your husband as he stares down at you. His face twists into a scowl and his eyes snap to the soldiers surrounding you.

“Which one of you fools did this? I will feed your rotting corpse to the worms!”

You wave your hand as to shoo away the negative thoughts in his mind. “No matter - just help me,” you choke out. Shao rushes over to take you in his arms, giving one last threatening glance to his soldiers before taking you to the infirmary.

The General prefers to take care of your wounds, and you prefer to take care of his. It’s not uncommon for him to sit in the infirmary for hours and not letting anyone touch him because no one tends to his wounds like you do. He sits you on a table and assesses your injury. Shao grumbles as his fingers dance across the purple and green splotches on your skin.

“It seems to be nothing more than an ugly bruise,” he states. “Still, I will have the head of the unruly man who thought it wise to lay a finger on you.”

“It was my mistake for not blocking the attack, Shao.”

“It was theirs for touching the General’s spouse.” His voice is firm and it signals he wants the conversation to end. Shao will never say the words, but you can tell his string of curses and threats directly translate to I’m sorry, I should’ve been there. He stands, battle axe in hand. “I will handle this. You stay and rest.”

And with that, he’s out the door.

Kung Lao

The rush of being one of Liu Kang’s champions was exhilarating, though the reality of the situation set in quickly. You spent hours training before spending hours more sitting through the monk’s lessons about the difference realms. At the end of the day you dragged your sore body to bed. You rarely spent time with your boyfriend.

Which is why you were so happy to finally to have a break. Kung Lao had asked you to eat lunch with him, and you quickly accepted. You spot him sitting under a tree and you make your way over to him. He gives you a small kiss when you sit down.

You zone out for a few moments before you hear Kung Lao eat, reminding you why you’re here. You grab a sandwich and start eating.

Normally, you and Lao fill the air with laughter. Today is different, the two of you are comfortable with sitting in silence. You missed this; the first bit of normality you’ve both had in weeks.

You eat slower than usual, too occupied in the random thoughts floating around in your mind. Kung Lao notices this and decides to take advantage. He grabs your sandwich and eats the last of it in one bite. You look at him, stunned.

“Why did you do that?!” You laugh. “It’s obvious I was still eating!”

Kung Lao shrugs, his lips curling into a smirk. “Sorry, you should’ve ate faster.”

You playfully hit his shoulder and he laughs before feigning pain. “You owe me another sandwich, y’know.”

“Great, I’ll eat that one too.”

[okkotsui]

haitani rindou ⇄ cheater, cheater.

synopsis : you discovered something about ran that made you love your boyfriend even more. the difference between them can compare to the sun and moon, heaven and hell.

tags / warnings : gender–neutral!reader, cheater!ran, angst, fluff, mention of sexual intercourse (not detailed).

it was just another not-so-calming day— for you that is. you were taking notice of another issue about your boyfriend’s brother and his girlfriend (maybe ex-girlfriend now?), and it was still the same matter that made your head ache from time to time.

of course, that is how your boyfriend’s brother is; a cheater.

you’ve been seeing him bringing different girls from time to time whilst his girlfriend saw each piece of evidence. believe it or not, she even caught them in their own home and somehow, the way they make up is having sex.

eventually heard that ran is ironically the possessive but cheater one on both of them.

you trust rindou enough that he won’t do it to your relationship which has been going on for almost five years and counting now. he assures and reassures you enough that you’re not even thinking about it twice when he treats you right.

another headache is also ran’s girlfriend. she already knows that she is being cheated on and all, but she just stayed and insisted, her reason? because ran is rich enough to fill her wants and needs with his money.

well, it was somehow understandable but they need some help— you won’t do it, it’s problematic when you made the two of them talk to one another. just another toxic relationship.

and when it comes to your relationship with rindou, it is perfectly healthy. he puts more effort than his brother who is the total opposite of each other and you are thankful for that.

currently, his girlfriend is right beside you, bawling her eyes out. she saw ran again with another girl that he escorted out of his car to go somewhere.

“i just wish we could have the same relationship as yours.” she drew her breath, calming herself down as well as fanning her face with her hand.

“aella, girl, how many times do i have to tell you— leave him. i’m willing to help you” you sighed, sitting more comfortably on your couch as she sighed.

“and even though you’re with a rich cheater, it will just ruin your mental health and your whole being just for someone buying you expensive gifts.” you added, though, she is willing to listen.

“but how can i live when i leave him?” that made you sigh, stressed out on her relationship. the irony of stressing over other people’s relationships than yours

“you can an—”

“aella, babe? what are you doing here?” and speaking of the devil himself.

ran furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the two of you. his eyes were confused and a bit betrayed when he saw you though it is not your fault for that.

“this is rindou’s apartment, you must be mistaken, come on.” he entered the apartment you shared with rindou, taking his ‘girlfriend’ back as aella looked at your eyes as if asking for help.

what you didn't notice was that rindou arrived when the two went out of the door. he was confused as well, concerned about you.

“darling? what was that?” your lover called out, messaging your forehead, pouting at him.

“i’m so tired of comforting her every time she sees your brother cheating with another woman!” you squeezed your eyes shot, feeling a migraine from the occurrences that happened today.

“i’m sorry,” he went in front of you, kissing your forehead, tucking some of your hair strands away from your face to behind your ears.

“i’ve been telling him to stop but he just won’t listen. don’t worry, he will get his taste of medicine or karma later on, okay? don’t stress about it anymore.” he sat beside you, grabbing your waist gently to place you against his chest.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’m really thankful that you’re different from him despite being siblings... i love you so much, rindou.” you lay in his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

you shouldn’t compare both of them, at all! it’s an erroneous act for your boyfriend’s brother but you still apologized.

“i’m—”

“no, it’s okay, i understand that you’re stressed, how about we go to bed, hm?” you nodded at his offer, but he just went straight up carrying with ease.

“i don’t know what i did to have you...” you whispered whilst he placed you down on the bed you two shared as he changed his clothes back.

“many things, baby,” he halted, laying down beside you as you wrapped your arms around him.

rindou always makes you feel at home, no doubt to protect you as well.

at the end of the day, the situation between ran and his girlfriend is still the same but that does not matter, you just fell in love with your boyfriend all over again because of many realizations.

it is one of his priorities after all, making you feel safe and royalty in your life. he is willing to hear you out in any way.

[delusionalwriter02]

if you're still doing the insta as ... gf series for bsd, can you please write it for either Gin or Kouyou

if not that's totally fine

I hope you have a good day (love the series)

Insta as Gin's GF

a/n : I LOVE Gin with my whole heart and I truly headcanon her being the QUEEN of sarcasm, hope you like it<3

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Yn_theoneandonly : my sweet girl @.Gintonic

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↳ Yosanurgirl : since when are you a girl ?

↳ Daze_i : I can protect you

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↳ Ranthebestpo : LMFAO WHAT ??????

↳ KunikiDA : Boss ????????????????

↳ Yosanurgirl : I've just spat out ALL MY DAMN WATER

↳ Gintonic : babe @.Yn_theoneandonly your father learned how to use insta

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : went private

↳ Gintonic : healthy reaction

↳ FukuZAWA : ate and left no crumbs

↳ Daze_i : FOR THE LOVE OF ME STOP IT BOSS

↳ Ranthebestpo : it's not him, I refuse to believe it's him, Katai did something

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Yn_theoneandonly : I found love, where it wasn't supposed to be

Akutagawa : that's gay

↳ Gintonic : wow thanks bro for describing my relationship, that's an act of pure intelligence and great reflexion, i'm so proud of you

↳ Akutagawa : no I wasn't talking about the photo, was talking about the quote

↳ Gintonic : just keep that stupid mouth of yours shut and you'll be fine

↳ Akutagawa : I can't tell you anything

↳ Gintonic : next time you wish to speak, think about it. redo the sentence AT LEAST 50 time in your head and if you think it's intelligent, stay quiet

↳ Yosanurgirl : ate that

Gintonic : I love you my little goblin

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : me too sweetgremlins

↳ Yosanurgirl : I LIVE for this type of cringe

↳ Gintonic : imma dismember you

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Daze_i : they lost a bet @.Gintonic @.Yn_theoneandonly

Chu_uya : Gin you look atrocious

↳ Gintonic : run.

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Dear Chuuya, I'm writing this message to say goodbye. You are indeed going to die. So I'd like to ask you to put me in your will, please. I promise to take care of your hat, not to curse your grave and to empty your bank account. Kiss

↳ Daze_i : HEY NO I'M THE HEIR

↳ Ranthebestpo : In what world are you his heir ?

↳ Daze_i : in every damn one, I'M THE ONE WHO ADOPTED HIM

↳ Yosanurgirl : 🤓☝️ actually this is not true

Gintonic : sweetgoblin @.Yn_theoneandonly, i may be late for our date, wait for me, the bastard runs fast

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : don't worry gremlins, i'll wait, want me to ask Dazai for help ?

↳ Gintonic : Higuchi is already here, i'll be fine

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : the feeling of soon-to-be-rich is exquisite

↳ Gintonic : i know 🥰

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Yn_theoneandonly : my gf is prettier than you

Yosanurgirl : I supposed Chuuya paid for everything ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : you're so clever !!!!

↳ Yosanurgirl : what happened ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : never underestimate Gin's stamina for a start, then Chuuya made a deal to..... not die, he pays for all our expenses for 1 month

↳ Yosanurgirl : @.Chu_uya can you insult me ?

↳ Chu_uya : I keep my fucking mouth shut now

↳ Gintonic : one time thing, sorry love

↳ Atsushiii : @.Akutagawa I swear Gin is scarier than you

↳ Daze_i : not hard to do

↳ Akutagawa : I stopped trying to understand her a while ago, you know.

FukuZAWA : girlboss

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Boss if you love me please stop

↳ KunikiDA : KATAI STOP IT

↳ Yosanurgirl : it's Katai ?

↳ KunikiDA : Yes.

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : oh... it makes sense now

↳ Daze_i : I am disappointed

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : why ?

↳ Daze_i : thought the old man had finally loosened up

↳ Ranthebestpo : WELL IM GLAD HE DIDNT

Hey!!! I hope you liked it ? I had SO MUCH fun writing this, it's been a while since the last "insta as" and it feels soooo good to be finally back

with love <3

[kteezy997]

The Other Man-Part Two// t.c.

Warnings: infidelity, smut, oral sex female receiving, unprotected sex, coming inside of reader, cursing, Timmy giving reader a nickname

After your encounter with Timmy, he took you home in the early morning. You were sleeping in bed when your husband woke up, so he was oblivious to the fact that you had even been gone.

You barely got any sleep, though. Visions of what happened between you and Timmy kept playing in your mind over and over. You couldn't believe it happened and you couldn't focus on anything else. It was a struggle to get anything accomplished at work. All you wanted was to see Timmy again; to feel him next to you, to hold his hand in yours, to have his luscious curls tickle your skin. Fuck, he was taking over you.

You texted him while on break at work. "I can't stop thinking about you." you wrote.

Immediately, he responded, "Me either. Best night I've had in a long time."

You made sure no one was around to see you typing the next message to a man that you weren't married to. "When can I see you again?"

Timmy again was quick to answer, "ASAP please."

You blushed and giggled at his eagerness. You told him you'd call him later after work.

You were walking out of the office, your phone in hand and tapping on Timmy's contact when Billy called you. "Fuck." you hissed, annoyed more than anything. You answered, "Hello?"

"Hey babe, I thought maybe we could go get dinner tonight?"

"Really?" you asked, surprised. He never wanted to do date nights.

"Yeah, well, my boss wants to go out so we can have some drinks and dinner and discuss some business. His wife will be there and so I thought I'd take the opportunity to show off my hot wife, and maybe you could mention what a hard worker I am."

You winced. You could practically hear Billy's arrogant smirk through the phone, this wasn't a romantic gesture at all, it was about being a big shot in front of his boss. "Actually, I'm getting together with my friends tonight. Sorry."

"Aw shit. Okay, well, I guess I'll talk to you later then. Bye." Billy said, then ended the phone call.

god he's annoying. you thought.

The phone rang only twice before Timmy picked up.

"Hey there." he greeted you, acting all flirty.

"Hi. So, last night..." you began, not really intending to say anything more, you just aimed to get a reaction from him.

Timmy chuckled, "Last night? You called to talk about last night? I thought you wanted to see me, y/n."

The last thing he said wasn't question, he said it as a statement because it was. It was a fact that you wanted to see this man more than anything. No other discussion needed.

"Yeah, I do." you admitted, giggling like a school girl.

"Alright, how about tonight?" he suggested.

"Yes, please. We can do anything." You sounded desperate; you knew it. But you didn't care when it came to Timmy.

"Will he be home?"

"No. Business dinner with his boss. He’ll be gone all night.”

"I'll come over."

After making it home, you got prepared for whatever the night may bring. You didn't know if you the two of you were just going to hang out casually and watch tv, or if he wanted to go straight into fucking your brains out.

You wanted to be ready for either scenario. You curled and fluffed up your hair, put on some light makeup, there was no need for anything that would just be smudged later. You spritzed on some of your favorite perfume and put some lotion on your legs, making them silky smooth. You put on your most expensive lingerie, the set that Billy hadn't seen, and over that some cozy loungewear.

Your heart raced with excitement when you heard the knock on the door.

"Hey Timmy." you beamed as you opened the door, revealing his handsome face. He wore a simple outfit, just some jeans and a black hoodie.

"Hey, you." he stepped in and kissed you on the cheek, his hands met your waist. “You smell fantastic.”

You nearly melted against him but composed yourself. “Thank you.” you smiled, “Come on in, let's sit down." You took his hand, leading him to the couch in the living room.

"So, uh, Billy hasn't suspected anything?" he questioned, sitting down with you.

"No! He had no idea I was even gone last night." you rolled your eyes at the thought of Billy, not wanting him to spoil anything with Timmy.

"Good. I mean, no offense to your husband, but he's definitely not the most observant person." he shook his head, closing his eyes. "Fuck, what am I saying? I have offended this man already. Like in the worst way: I've slept with his wife." Clearly, he was a bit troubled by your shared secret.

"Timmy, stop." you said, cupping his chin, making him look at you. "Don't do this to yourself. Don't feel ashamed or guilty. Billy will never know, okay? Your girlfriend won't know either. It's just between us." You spoke softly, hoping to comfort and calm him.

"That's just the thing, y/n. I don’t feel bad, like at all. I'm so fucking into you. And I know I shouldn't be, but I think that just adds to how bad I want you.” Then there was the sight that was becoming all too familiar: him gazing down at your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you so badly that he couldn’t bare it. “It’s like we're forbidden to each other or something."

"Because we are." you pointed out.

"Right." he turned to you, leaning in close. "But I don't want this to be over." He put his hands on either side of your head, gingerly weaving his fingers through your hair.

"I don't either. I just want you." you expressed, placing your hands on his arms. "Please, just kiss me."

Without another word, Timmy pulled you in to a hearty kiss. A kiss that warmed you from the inside out. And in that moment, you realized that this was possibly more than lust. It was more than just being desired. Maybe Timmy was a piece missing from your life. You couldn't think of the other two people that would be affected by this affair. You just couldn't at this point in time. You needed to be selfish. You spent too long worrying about others, mainly your husband. And you never got anything in return from him.

Now, here was this perfect man that you had longed for, in your home, ready to make love to you, and be there for whatever you needed.

Timmy rolled his tongue in your mouth, and he tugged on your clothing. You insisted on going up to your bedroom and he agreed.

You wasted no time getting undressed and he instructed you to get on the bed. The same bed your husband slept in, just this morning, now you were naked with another man on top of it. It thrilled you.

Timmy spread you legs, kneeling between them. He slid his hands up and down the slickness of your legs. He pressed a kiss to your calf, “That scent, is it peaches?” he smirked.

You bit your lip, nodding.

Timmy let out a little chuckle. He then moved further down, and put his mouth on your clit. He started licking slowly and softly, like he was savoring you. He massaged his tongue there, making you squirm a little. You started to moan when you felt him sucking on your clit.

You looked down and watched him. You grabbed his curls gently, not pulling them. You heard soft little smacking noises coming from his lips on your wetness. You whimpered.

Then there was the flick of his green eyes looking up at you. The sexiest eye contact ever. It was so sensual, him looking into your eyes as his lips caressed your clit.

All of this reminded you of the things that your husband had never done to you. Or at least hadn't done in ages, and definitely not as well as Timmy.

"You okay?" he asked, stopping his oral performance.

"Yes," you panted, "why did you stop?"

"Just checking in, sometimes you can't tell when a woman moans or cries or whatever. I didn't know if it was too-"

"Fuck me now, Timothee." you requested.

"Oh, my full name, huh?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully and tapped his chest with your foot.

“As you wish." He said, nestling himself between your legs. His cock was already hard, and he slid it into you.

You sighed in slight pain, but you welcomed the stretching caused by him. His chest was pressed against yours, his arms on either side of you. Your arms laced around his neck. He bucked into you hard and fast. Both of you were panting and moaning. Timmy kissed you, and you gasped as he bit your bottom lip, breaking the skin and making it bleed.

"Fuck Timmy." you cooed as he moved down and sucked on your neck.

He put his forehead on yours and held you tighter, fucking his hips into, filling the room with the filthy sounds of your love making. You moaned wildy.

"Shit, I'm gonna come. Ahh!" Timmy crooned. You saw his brow furrow and his lower half shook your body. His face was flushed and the veins in his neck were visible. Suddenly, you felt his warm cum leak deep into you.

Timmy exhaled and took a moment to steady himself. He then looked down at you, a little smile on his lips.

You grinned right back at him, feeling satisfied. You ran your hands up his back. His skin was lightly tacky and hot.

"Sorry I didn't pull out like last night. I'll get the morning after pill if-"

"No, it's okay. I'm on birth control. Not that Billy and I ever... but yeah. We're good."

"Okay." he grinned at you and kissed you tenderly. “You’re mine, Peaches.”

"Mm," you cooed as he pulled away, "will you stay to cuddle and watch TV with me?”

"Yeah, of course I'll stay."

From that night on, you and Timmy couldn't stay away from each other. You'd text all day long and meet up when Billy was at work or sleeping. Your husband was too oblivious and uninterested in the things you did, so he had no inkling of an idea as to what was going on outside of your marriage.

This went on for about a week or so, and it was now time for game day at your house. All of Billy's buddies were coming over to watch the hockey game, or basketball, whichever sport it was. You couldn't care less. All you cared about was Timmy. He was going to be there. Now, you couldn't just openly jump into your boyfriend's arms and makeout with him but it was always exciting to see him.

What made it even hotter was knowing that Billy would be there. You didn't really care about Billy himself, but the idea of your husband and lover being in the same room felt so dangerous and sexy.

Timmy had texted you, "I don't give a shit about the guys or the stupid game. I'm just coming for you."

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace

[middstape]

Chapter 1 (the letter) will x lisi au

7 a.m. November 17, 2023

Today is the day.

At four p.m. Lisi will find out if she is accepted to play in the world juniors her third year in a row.

A month prior Lisi received the letter in the mail stating that she was a possible draft prospect and to keep up to date if the world juniors wanted her. It's not that she was really nervous about not getting a chance to return to the team but almost half of her freshman season was cut short due to a shoulder injury.

At seven sharp Lisi heard the piercing noise of her alarm clock going off. She groaned and turned over turning off the alarm before putting the covers over her head. She was never much of an early riser. Just as she begins to doze back off there's a knock on her bedroom door.

"Lisi can I come in?" a small, shy voice from the other side of the door calls out.

Elliot.

Elliot is Lisi's younger brother- the baby of the family who has been attached at the girls hip since she could remember. He has always had a habit of getting up before everyone else and waiting outside her bedroom door for the alarm clock to go off before asking to come in.

Lisi lets out a short sigh before responding. "Sure bud comm'on in." Not even a second later Elliot is rushing into the room straight on to Lisi's bed.

Elliot looks up at her and whispers "Are you nervous about today?" Lisi looks up at her little brother with a slight smile "Only a little bit, nothing crazy to worry about." He smiles before it slowly fades from his face, "If you leave I'm not going to see you for a long time." Lisi's eyes soften at the little boy "Don't worry too much babe, it's only a couple of weeks."

"Yeah I guess." He mumbles. Lisi pauses for a minute before speaking up "Tell you what, let me get ready and you can come with me and Allison to get breakfast and get ready tonight." Elliots eyes light up before bolting up from the bed "Really?!" Lisi almost laughs "Yes really now go get ready or I'll leave you here." She warns. Before she can say more Elliot is up from the bed and halfway down the hallway.

After Elliot is out of the room, Lisi gets up from bed and starts to get ready for the day. She throws on some straight legged-light washed jeans and a baggy graphic t-shirt before brushing her hair.

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As she walks down the stairs her phone pings twice.

Going into the living room Lisi takes her phone out of her back pocket and see's that she has a text from her best friend and an unsaved number in her phone.

iMessages

Alley Cat: im ready for ya whenever u get here ;)

Lisi: gotcha be there as soon as E's ready <3

Lisi smiles at Allison's text before getting another message from the unknown number.

iMessages

xxx-xxx-xxxx: yo future miss usa cap we're in madison rn if you want to meet up

xxx-xxx-xxxx: oh shit this is ryan btw

Ryan? Ryan who? Lisi scrunched her eyebrows before texted back.

Lisi: um ryan who sorry?

xxx-xxx-xxxx: damn you don't see someone in four months and the forget who you are :(

The lightbulb went off in her head before she grinned and rolled her eyes.

Lisi: leonard. that's totally not my fault i have your old number. if anything you forgot about me when you didn't send me the new one.

Ryan Leoser: um well thats irrelevant anywho you wanna meet up with us

Lisi: and who is us?

Ryan Leoser: me gabeo and smitty

Lisi: I suppose I can make time for you guys in my sched yk busy day and all

Ryan Leoser: yeah yeah grandma where you wanna meet

Lisi: blah blah blah meet me and allison at breakfall in 45 don't be late

Ryan Leoser: yes ma'am i've got a very excited blondie wanting to see you. he'll make sure we aren't late.

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Lisi grins before turning off her phone before calling out to Elliot. "Let's go bud we got a lot to do today." Elliot comes rushing down the hallway before making it to the door.

As they walk out to Lisi's car she speaks up to her brother "Do me one favor El?" He looks up at her with curious eyes "What?"

Lisi tries to hold in her laugh "Never become as annoying as Ryan Leonard."

~an~

hooray chapter one is done *cue bullhorn*

any who this is only slightly proof-read so mb for any mistakes

also ikik no will this chapter :( BUT he is coming don't even fret

also ryan<3

[heroesfan101]

Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event

5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)

A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).

Word Count: 2.4k

1. Running late to work

Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.

It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.

“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.

Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!

Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.

Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.

“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.

“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.

2. Grocery shopping

Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.

“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”

“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.

“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.

“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”

“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.

“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.

“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.

“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”

“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.

He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.

3. Feeling sick

“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.

“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.

“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.

“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”

His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”

Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”

He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”

You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”

For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.

“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.

“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.

“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.

4. Borrowing Stealing his gift

The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”

He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.

“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”

He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!

“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!��� You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.

His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.

“They’re all in the closet!”

And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”

You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”

Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.

It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.

In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”

Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.

Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.

5. Ice cream spills

“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.

“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.

A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.

“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.

Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.

Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.

Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.

“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.

“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.

“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.

1. The thief becomes the victim

Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.

It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.

“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.

“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”

“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.

Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”

The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.

“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.

“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”

“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”

But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.

“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”

He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”

“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.

“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter XXVII

posting twice in one day more than 30 seconds apart? no one look at me. i'm having thoughts and musings.

III's POV.

ao3

masterpost

“No, Vessel, I swear I sent him a DM an hour ago. See, it’s right here,” III pulled his Instagram messages up and showed Vessel. Vessel nodded, pressing his lips together and going back to texting II. “If he doesn’t reply in like an hour, you’re taking me to the gym, or I’ll go myself,” 

“Oh, I can’t. I have to get ready for-,” 

“Right. Sorry, I don’t mean to cut you off. But I won’t have him thinking I’m ignoring him after we slept together. I might be a whore, but-” 

“You’re not a whore. You just know what you want,” Vessel cut him off. 

“I’m going up there,” III squared his shoulders and grabbed his keys off Vessel’s counter. “We had an amazing night and I want at least a reasonable nine hundred and sixty seven more,” 

“Very reasonable,” Vessel smiled. 

“Good luck tonight, V. I know you’ll kill it,” III used his lucky nickname for Vessel, hoping it would stay with him for later. “I’m taking him out. Tonight,” he spun and walked out of Vessel’s house. Determination lined his limbs. He was almost upset, because II was texting his best friend, checking up on him, because his potential boyfriend wouldn’t turn on his IG notifications for shit. He slid into his Mustang. The scent of old leather enveloped him, and he smiled automatically. I’m going to go up there and be perfectly reasonable. I’m not asking for much. I just want… his phone number. That’s normal. Showing up at a guy’s place of work to get a phone number because he won’t reply to my DMs. Normal as hell. Yeah. I’ve got this. He pulled into the lot, hearing his engine rumble off the wall of the building. Ivy was inside. He just had to walk in there, without Vessel. Totally cool. No big deal. 

“III?” II was behind the desk. He smiled, a little confused. III could immediately see why Vessel wanted to be with him. He was just… inviting. His face was inviting, and sweet. “Is uh… is Vessel with you?” 

“Oh, you are down bad for him aren’t you?” it was good to see, because Vessel was also clearly so into II. “You guys will be in love by October,” II sighed dreamily and he cocked an eyebrow. 

“Ahem. Uh, well. How can I help you? You finally here to get a membership of your own?” 

“I need to take Ivy on a date. Like. Right now. He won’t respond to me, or give me his phone number,” 

“So… you thought you’d show up here?” II laughed. “Ivy is teaching right now, but it should end in a few minutes. Do you want to sit in the office, so you can have a minute with him when he gets out?” 

“Only if you know his phone passcode,” 

“Oh, yeah, it’s twenty seven sixty four,” III grinned at II and II led him into the office so he could wait for Ivy. It occurred to him that he didn’t really have a plan, other than breaking back into Ivy’s phone and texting himself. After doing that, he thought about what he would say to Ivy. He didn’t have more than twenty seconds before the door opened again. It was Ivy. For some stupid reason, III nearly stood up and then sort of flopped back down on the chair. It must have looked like a dumb little jerky motion. 

“Mustache!” Ivy’s surprise was clear. 

“I DM’d you,” was the only thing he could even think to say. “Er. I mean. Hi,” Ivy’s eyebrows were in his hairline. 

“Hi, babe,” Ivy stayed near the door. “I don’t have my notifications on,” 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” III blurted out what he’d DM’d Ivy with. “That’s… that’s what I said in the DM. I had a lot of fun with you, and I wanna do it again. If…if you want to,” shyness overwhelmed him, and he looked at the floor. 

“Did II put you up to this?” the question caught him off guard. 

“What? II? What’s he got to do with anything?” 

“Um, nothing, I guess. Sorry. Boyfriend? That’s kind of serious, isn’t it,” 

“Well, um, it doesn’t have to be that serious. But… I wanna like. Do stuff with you,” he doesn’t want to be my boyfriend. And why’d he bring II up? 

“Y’mean it?” was Ivy’s response. 

“Yeah, I fuckin’ mean it. I wouldn’t just. Say that. I wanna be your boyfriend. But, you don’t want that,” he trailed off. He heard Ivy moving around. He was way closer now, stepping right into III’s space. 

“I wanna do it again too, then. If you mean it,” 

“You’re kinda hung up on me meaning it. I’ll prove it to you right now. I’ll take you on a real date and everything. When do you get off work?” 

“5:30,” 

“Okay, I’ll be here at 5:30 to pick you up,” shit, I have got to find something cool to do between now and then. 

“What will we be doing?” Ivy’s question felt like a test. III figured out what to say in a split second. 

“What do you like to do, peaches?” he called Ivy by the nickname, hoping to bring some brevity. 

“I’ve always wanted to go to a planetarium show,” planets? Well, I can do that. 

“Well, then we’re going to a planetarium show tonight. I’ll get tickets,” this was the weirdest way III had ever asked someone out, and he thought that Ivy might actually be really put off by it, but he was going to take this beautiful boy to a show about planets and show him a good, weird, fun time. “I’ll take you to get dinner too. Do you like gyros? I know a great place,” 

“I love gyros,” Ivy was smiling now. He’d been nervous and wary when he’d first come into the office, but he seemed on board to go out with III tonight. Ivy’s smile was making his heart squeeze a bit. “See you at 5:30 then?” 

“I’ll be here at 5:30. I’ll show you a real car,” Ivy scoffed. 

“Get the hell out of my office. Real car. How dare you. I’ll see you tonight,” Ivy smacked his ass. III was grinning hard. He set out to get a date with Ivy and he succeeded on getting a whole damn date with Ivy. He texts Vessel. 

I got my date 

Now he just had to figure out what to do with his hair.

[miel-ji]

Rosé

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Pairing: Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning: hopelessly in love, heated kiss, food, suggestive, implied sex scene at the end

Summary: Your boyfriend, Minho, texts you to come over to his place suddenly without giving you many details, only to pretend that you’re going on a really nice date

A/N: titled this rosé purely for aesthetics and they drink rosé in the fic lol

It was becoming unbearably close to when you would finally be free from work for the weekend. You were glancing at the clock every couple of minutes just to disappoint yourself that the hands on the clock had barely even moved. Your leg would not stop bouncing, and no matter how hard you tried, you could not focus on the work in front of you. You had already finished up the important tasks thirty minutes ago, and this was more just to keep busy while still on company time.

You did not particularly have any plans for that weekend, but you were just ready to be released from the schedules of work and have your freetime. Every Friday the same feelings arose, but who didn’t get excited because of time off? Just when you felt like you were going to burst from anticipation, you received a text from your longterm boyfriend, Lee Minho. All the anticipation shifted into giddiness, and you had to physically stop yourself from letting out an excited squeak as you quickly grabbed your phone to read the message.

Min <3: I hope you’re not doing anything later

You: Maybe, maybe not. Why?

Min <3: Just would hate for you to be ditching plans when you come over to mine at 7:30

You: Is this your way of asking me to come over?

Min <3: No… You’re already coming over ???

You: Sorry, I have plans…

Min <3: Yeah, with me. Keep up babe 😘

You: Okay, I’ll come over

Min <3: Pretend we’re going on a really nice date

You: Are we going on a really nice date?

Min <3: See you at 7:30 😉

You: Can’t wait 🤍

The conversation with Minho did nothing to settle your nerves. If anything, it made them worse as you were restless to leave. You and Minho had been dating for over a year now, but time has never changed the way your heart would still speed up from a simple message from him. You had to bite your lip in order to contain the smile that threatened to split across your face as you kept reading over the messages. However, it seemed not even that could stop the happiness that poured out of your phone screen and onto your face when you heard someone clear their throat beside you and pull you out of your haze.

“Minho?” Your closest colleague to whom you subjected to all of your ramblings spoke up once she got your attention.

“Yeah,” You sheepishly smiled and could feel your cheeks slightly warm up. You shouldn’t be embarrassed that you’d been caught ogling at your phone once again because of Minho when this happened at least twice a week. Not to mention this was the same colleague that you could gush over all the details of your boyfriend with. She’s seen the pictures. She understands. “I think I got a date tonight.”

“Ooo, how exciting- wait, did you say you think?”

“Yeahhh, he has a strange way of doing things sometimes… but I’m sure I’ll love whatever he has planned. My weirdo.” You smiled fondly again while thinking of his unusual tendencies that you find nothing but endearing.

“You’re a weirdo.”

“I don’t mind being a weirdo if he is too.”

“Ew… please never be that lovesick to my face again,” Your colleague creased her eyebrows and twisted her mouth in fake disgust.

“Hey, I’m not that bad,” you playfully scowled.

“You’re a second away from hearts bursting out of your eyes like in the cartoons,” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, okay. I get your point,” You glanced up at the clock right as the minute hand ticked, and everyone was able to leave from work. You made quick work of getting your things together, and you were about to dart for the door when your colleague laid a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“Fill me in on the details on Monday?” She was wearing a cheeky grin. You knew she loved it.

“Was going to even if you didn’t ask,” You winked at her before finally getting to leave.

Your work was only a twenty minute walk from your home, but today, it seemed to take even longer. You were energized by the thought of what Minho had planned as you sped walked through the city to get home. You had plenty of time to get ready before Minho wanted you to meet, but that didn’t slow you down. You were light on your feet not even aware of them moving as you practically floated to your apartment.

When you entered your home, your cat was ready to greet you, scurrying across the room while meowing at you. Before you did anything, your top priority was to crouch down and softly scratch your cat behind the ear while cooing and asking how his day was. Eventually, he decided that you’d given him the proper amount of attention that he required and left to go nap in the afternoon sun filtering in through the living room window. You put your stuff down on the counter and decided to deal with it later since right now your focus was getting ready to see Minho.

When Minho texted you earlier, you assumed by “really nice date”, you should dress up a little, so you had taken the time to shower, do your hair and makeup, and choose a nice outfit. The last task was the most difficult since you always needed to take everything out of your closet and try it on to be able to determine if you were in the mood to wear it or not. You safely assumed that whatever Minho had planned, you wouldn’t be returning back to your apartment that night, so you made sure to check if the plants needed watering (and not forgetting to actually water them), and leave your cat with some food. You believed that your cat secretly didn’t mind when you left to spend the night at Minho’s because you always gave him a treat before you left, and Minho even sometimes gave you toys to bring back to him if Minho didn’t come along to give them to your cat himself.

You set off once again into the streets of the city in the direction of your boyfriend’s place. Your feet were well accustomed to the walk, so you mindlessly traveled while shooting Minho a quick text to let him know you were on the way. You let your mind wander thinking about all the possibilities of what Minho’s text could mean. Your boyfriend was known to be spontaneous, but this often led to some of your favorite memories with him like getting your favorite food at midnight and having a picnic in the moonlight or camping at home in a pillow fort and baking s’mores in the oven when your actual camping plans fell through. Before you knew it, you were approaching the familiar building that housed Minho, and in what felt like a second after that, you were raising your fist to knock against his door.

You had barely rapped on the door twice before it was being pulled open to what could only be described as a sight from your dreamiest fantasies. Your boyfriend was standing before you wearing a beautifully warm smile on soft pink lips with round eyes that sparkled with adoration as he gazed down at you. “You look absolutely stunning, my love.” His gentle voice floated up to your ears just as soothing as the low music you could hear coming from somewhere within his apartment.

“Thank you,” you felt a fluttering in your stomach from the way he was looking you over, and you stepped across the threshold into his apartment with your own smile tugging at your lips. “And you look devastatingly handsome,” you said as you turned to face him again, and he was pulling you into him by your hips. His fluffy brown hair was slightly curled and fluffy but you could still tell the effort he put in to get it neatly styled as it spilled over his forehead. He leaned in close to you and let his eyes close as he rested his forehead against yours.

You let yourself soak in his presence as he enthralled your every sense. His intoxicating scent almost made you dizzy, but his strong hands still on your hips steadied you. Soon enough, his nose was bumping against yours as he angled his head to seize your lips with his in a slow sensual kiss. His velvety lips worked in tandem with yours, and when his tongue slipped into your mouth, he tasted warm and sweet. He was taking his time with you as if he had all the time in the world to be in this moment with you, as if there was not any place he’d rather be but here kissing you.

Fervent hands worked their way up your sides, and they made home, tangling themselves in your hair that you had spent so much time to get to your liking. You couldn’t bring yourself to care if he messed up your hair when he was kissing you like this. When his hands were touching you like this. You only sighed into the kiss as your lungs finally looked for air, and Minho did the same when your hands cupped his sharp jaw. You didn’t necessarily want to stop now or ever, but you had just gotten there and had all night to continue. When you two finally found the strength to break apart and you faced Minho again, his lips looked even more tinted from their previous entertainment.

Your hands continued to cup his jaw as he spoke, “thank god, you’re finally here. Been waiting forever.” He says as if to softly scold you.

“Please Min, I got here at exactly 7:30,” you said, unimpressed by his dramatics but quirking your lips in a small smirk.

“I don’t care. It’s still been too long since I’ve last seen you.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him, and the other still rested in your hair.

“We see each other almost everyday.”

“That’s not enough,” his voice almost held a whiny quality now as he complained.

You couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend being impractical, “and what would be enough?”

“All the time,” he answered quickly and unwaveringly.

“How about you can see me whenever you want?”

“Mmm,” He tilted his head and looked up as if to consider it. “Promise?”

“Promise,” you held out your pinky, and he linked it with yours to seal the promise.

“Hey, love?” Minho’s gentle silky voice returned. “Can I show you something?” You nodded and allowed him to lead you by the hand through the foyer and into the open floor plan of his apartment. As you stood looking at the scene before you, everything was so well- constructed that you knew it couldn’t just be another one of your boyfriend’s whims. Your eyes shined, reflecting the love that had been put into transforming his apartment into the perfect dinner for two.

The lights were turned low, and there were candles dispersed throughout the dining area that spilled its soft light over everything. In the center of the table, there was a gorgeous bouquet of soft pink roses, pure white baby’s breath, warm pink carnations with soothing greenery that accented the flower's beauty even more tied together with some delicate ribbon all for you. The lulling music from before was still playing in the background, and the air was filled with a mouth-watering aroma that could be explained by the creamy steak fettuccine neatly plated on the spaces decorated for two beside each other. Even in the smallest details, Minho was thinking of you, knowing that you preferred to sit next to him rather than across. Although you knew that he also always wanted to be within reach of you to keep a protective hand on the small of your back or your thigh, so maybe this decision wasn’t entirely based on your wants.

The scene before you caused the most dazzling smile to break out across your face as your heart swelled from overflowing with love. You could feel Minho’s eyes on you as he watched your reaction, his own wide boxy smile causing his eyes to crinkle at the edges. You were still observing all the details from the petals sprinkled along the floor and table to the note card peeking out from the bouquet with a special message for you when Minho lowered his voice in your ear, “the food is going to get cold, love.” His breath tickled your ear, and the sound of his deep voice made goosebumps arise on your skin.

“Minho, this is… I want to say amazing, but that doesn’t sound like enough to describe how much I love it…” You tried to express yourself, but words seemed to be failing you right now. Minho just squeezed your hand to reassure you that he understood how much you appreciated it. He always understood. He led you, once again, over to your seat before pulling it out for you to help you sit down. Once you were situated in your seat, Minho took his own beside you and unfailingly rested a warm hand on your exposed thigh. “Did you make this yourself?”

“Yes, I spent all afternoon setting this up and cooking everything for you. I made everything from the steak to the sauce myself,” Minho said so casually, like he was completely unaware how admirable this feat was. “Would you like some rosé, darling?” He retrieved a tall glass bottle of wine from a silver ice bucket that sat on the edge of the table and started using a corkscrew to open the wine. You enjoyed the view of his focused expression and pretty hands twisting until he could pull the cork out, and you gingerly handed him the wine glass that was by your plate.

“Thank you, my dear,” you answered, and he poured the sparkling rose-tinted wine into your glass before pouring himself some. He raised his glass to you to which you responded by clinking them together and taking a small drink. “You really don’t know how perfect you are, hm?”

“Oh, I do.” He winked at you before lightly laughing at his own flirtations, his giggle ending with a small ah. “Go ahead and eat, love. I guarantee that it’s delicious.” You could tell that he was excited for you to try his newest venture in cooking from the encouraging smile he wore.

You eagerly swirled the pasta around your fork and made sure to get some steak too, and as soon as you took a bite, your eyes widened from the explosion of flavor. Minho giggled again at your expressive reaction before taking a bite of his own. You had to eat slowly in order to process the entire flavor profile of the juicy steak and creamy sauce. “Min, this is your best dish yet.” You had to will yourself not to make a sound that embarrassingly resembled a moan, but you still failed after the second bite from the perfection of the food.

“You always say that when you eat a new dish that I make,” Minho said impassively but you could see him fighting back a smile and the tips of his ears turning red.

“That’s because you somehow manage to get even better at cooking every time. I would even choose to eat the dishes that you’re not satisfied with before any other food.” This time Minho didn’t fight back the smile that curled up the corners of his lips as he gazed at you before returning back to eating. “I think I know what makes this one so special though,” you said, picking up another forkful and acting like you were examining it before eating.

“And what’s that?”

“It’s made with love, isn’t it?” you teased him.

Minho scoffed, “Don’t be ridiculous. It's made with sirloin and parmesan.” After a second, he quietly added, “and love..”

“Aha, I knew it,” you took another bite, satisfied while smirking. From that point, you slipped into casual conversation as it flowed naturally and comfortably between you. You always knew that Minho was genuinely interested in whatever you had to say as he intently listened to you with eyes and ears tuned in only to you. You both took turns animatedly engaging or attentively listening as you talked about your days, reminiscing on memories, and whatever else came to mind.

There were never lulls in the conversations or awkward pauses with Minho once you truly got to know him and were able to let your guard down around him. However, as the night went on and the hour got later, you could tell he was growing restless over something. He was starting to fidget in his seat, and his leg was continuously bouncing under the table. He seemed a bit distracted, and he even jumped a little in his spot when you placed a hand on his knee to try to calm him.

“Love, is something wrong?” you tried asking him, but once he took in the worried expression on his face, he was quick to soothe your concern.

“I’m perfectly fine, I promise,” He took your hand in both of his and placed a light kiss to the top of your knuckles.

You knew he was up to something, so you just hoped that he would admit it to you soon. It didn’t seem like something was bothering him, but he just seemed nervous like in those stereotypical rom coms right before they propose. You were sure he wasn’t about to propose since you’ve never had that conversation yet. You both were serious about each other, having remained in the loving committed relationship for over a year, but those conversations were always a matter of what if not a matter of when for now.

That couldn’t possibly be what Minho was so worked up about that was until he disappeared into his room after you’d finished dinner, and when he came back to where you’d moved to the couch, he was hiding something behind his back. Now, it was your turn to be fidgety as you felt your heart start to race and your stomach doing flips. But the black velvet box he revealed was too long and shallow to be a ring box, so you knew it must be a necklace. You weirdly felt a tinge of disappointment, but it was replaced with excitement once again once your boyfriend spoke up.

“I got you something…” He sat down beside you on the couch with a shy smile before opening the case to present your gift to you. It was a dainty rose gold necklace with two hearts that were linked together, and it was beautiful.

Your eyes moved from the pretty necklace from his hands up to the loving expression he wore on his face, “Oh, Minho… I love it.”

“Can I help you put it on?” He beamed at you and carefully removed the necklace from its case.

“Yes, please.” You turned your back to him and lifted your hair out of the way. His arms slipped around your neck and carefully brought the necklace around you. You smiled down at the pendant that represented your hearts entwined together and the feeling of Minho so close behind you. His hands and breath were warm against your skin, and even after he had clasped the necklace, he lingered for a moment. “Love, you really didn’t have to-”

“Move in with me,” he breathed as if he had been holding that in. You stilled, caught off guard before slowly turning to face him. You searched his eyes for answers, and a heartbeat passed between you two before he spoke up again. “I’ll let you redecorate all you want. You could fill our place with your books and plants and whatever else. I don’t care. I want it all.”

“Min-”

“Or I could move in with you or we could get a whole new place.” He powered through aching to get his point across. His ears were completely red now, and the flusteredness was even creeping up his neck. “I just can’t get the thought of coming home to you every night out of my head.” You slowly blinked to make sure that your perfect boyfriend sitting in front of you was real, and you could feel your eyes were getting glassy. His words were still sinking into your brain and heart stopping you from being able to speak, so Minho continued on, “I want to come home to you every night and hug you while I sleep and cook breakfast together in the mornings and see you cuddled with our cats on a lazy afternoon and spend the rest of our days together because you're it for me, y/n.” He finished all in one breath and you could see his eyes were also glassy.

“Did you just say our cats?” You were grinning ear to ear, fighting back the warm tears of happiness that welled in your eyes. You cupped his face, and he could see some of his tension melt away from your touch.

“Yes… as in mine and yours. As in I already love your cat as my own, and I wouldn’t want anyone else taking care of our cats but you.” The look of his deep brown eyes gleamed with vulnerability as he gauged your reaction to his confession. You felt so much joy spilling from your heart that laughter bubbled in your chest and slipped past your lips. Minho frowned at you not anticipating this reaction, but his cheeks were still squished in your hands making it look more like a pout. You leaned in and kissed him over and over until he joined in on your bubbly giggles in between each kiss. “Y/nnn,” he whined while grabbing your wrists to get your attention. “Please, I feel like I’m going insane waiting for your answer. You’ll at least think about it?” He entwined your hands and placed them in his lap.

“Yes, of course, yes. I want all of those things with you too, Minho. I love you so much it hurts. You’re it for me too. Always and forever.”

Minho leaned over to initiate another kiss between you to communicate all the love he felt for you. His grip remained firm on your hands that were still linked together in his lap, but his kiss was gentle and intimate as your lips became one and your breaths melded together. You leaned into him more with every brush of his smooth lips against yours as you craved more. “Always and forever,” He mumbled into your mouth with your eyes still closed and lips still pressed together.

Later that night that was now drawing near the earliest hours of the next day, you were lying in Minho’s arms. Your head was lying on his bare chest, using it as your pillow with his arm tucked around you and resting just underneath your breasts. The lower half of your bodies were tangled together under the sheets, slightly slick with sweat from the activities that left both of you with blissful smiles and a euphoric glow. Minho was busying himself with playing with your fingers like they were the most interesting thing in the world to him, “I can’t wait until we can fall asleep like this together every night.” His voice was low, and he turned his head to lean down and kiss your temple.

“I can’t wait to tell our cats.” You craned your neck to look up at him to see him matching your own wide smile and earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Me neither, love.”