#the sheer level of obliviousness

[bylightofdawn]

I STG I legit just saw someone whinging about getting spoiled for MW3....and then proceeded to whine about said spoiler without the courtesy of fucking CUT so that the next poor bastard scrolling through the tag could potentially get spoiled.

You cannot make this shit up if you tried. Fucking tumblr, my beloathed hellscape, never change.

[squiddy-god]

The Hydro Dragon? A closet freak!?

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I have no excuse for this other than I NEED this man so bad it makes me look stupid. He's just so…dreamy sigh anyway here are some hcs that i have for the Iudex of fontaine. This is really long. I think I blacked out writing this. This is 6 pages of google docs single spaced size 11 arial font. I think i need to be sedated

♥︎REQUEST ARE OPEN ♥︎

Cw : this is pure filthy smut, freak Neuvillette, dragon form, monster fucking, inhuman genitals, double dick, desperate kinda pussy drunk Neuvillette, soft dom and hard dom, no pronouns but afab anatomy, implied chubby reader, squirting, bath sex, rut, breeding kink, just pure horny, slight cumflation, oviposition,egg mention, a little bit of predator prey vibes, overstimulation, tail riding. Very slight watersports mentioned, Daycraphilia, Nasty dragon man, sweat and liquids. Spit swapping, spit swallowing, spit kink, marking, biting, possessiveness.PIV sex, possible anal, Title kink? Sir kink? Innocence and court kink?(trust me bro) Reader is matching this mans freak. Aftercare is given, safeword is in place even if not mentioned explicitly

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Neuvillette is not entirely oblivious, he knows that he has needs and instincts but what he is wholly unaware of is that many of these instincts and desires are quite… out of the ordinary

There's also the fact that he has like 0 experience, so all of these desires are rather new or have been festering in his dragon mind for centuries

What the Iudex of fontaine lacks in experience he makes up for in the fact that he is downright insatiable and animalistic at times

When you first got with him you quickly realized that this man was incredibly touch starved, even the most innocent and fleeting touch from his beloved sets his very being to a burning desire.

And he is embarrassed to say that he craves it Neuvillette craves your touch in both a innocent and intimate way to the point you are shocked to find just how clingy he is towards you

The only time when he's not touching you, holding you, trying to sait the burning you leave him with is when he has court, and once he is out of court his mind returns to you, making sure you have a permanent seat at the opera house right next to his usual reserved seating.

Once he's out of court he's by your side, placing a kiss to the back of your hand and guiding you with a hand to the small of your back

To the people of fontaine he is a doting and protective lover, which is true, but they don't know the sheer levels of clingy that he is

He tries at first to contain this, so he doesn't scare you off, but eventually he simply needs you to be close to him

The other thing that comes as a shock is that this man is a freak

Let's start with his more inhuman side

The reason he is so covered is because his skin is slightly scaly, beautiful scales of cyan and cerulean blues that layer his skin in large patches, the main areas are his sides and part of his back, his thighs and his arms where they seem to sit permanently much like his pointed ears and horns (the blue streaks in his hair are horns trust me on this) when he uses his hydro powers or lets loose they glow

When he really lets loose the scales creep up his neck to his jaw, his ears seem to grow longer and more pointed, his teeth get sharper, his nails seem to grow more into claws and his pupils draw into slits.

His eyes and the rest of him seems to give off a faint blue glow

His tongue is long- like really long- and forked- and when he lets loose its a deep shade of blue

His cocks- both of them are far from human, hidden behind a vent they are ribbed un the underside with the head coming to a slight point, the top side is lined with bumps that resemble small tendrils, they line the head of his cocks to.

His tips are flushed an angry dark blue

This man has nice veins, his cocks are quite veiny but the veins along his body are rather pronounced as well, a deep blue, good and hydrated

He also has a large tail, its long and a deep blue fully scaled, thick at the base and tapers till the tailfins witch are a almost iridescent cyan and resemble the ends of his coattails

Ok now into the real smutty stuff-

He needs it messy, as messy and wet as possible, the problem is the more wet and messy it gets the hornier he gets in return

If the bed sheets aren't soaked and dripping wet with just about every fluid possible then he isn't satisfied

And i mean the bed sheets look like they just came out of a river

He gets so pussy drunk- this man is insatiable and eats you out for his own pleasure, basically tongue fucking you to drink up all of your juices he possibly can

The taste of you is intoxicating and he cannot get enough

The first time he eats you out, his tongue fucking into your overstimulated hole before he finally pulls out and his long tongue wraps around your clit as he all but makes out with your lower half and you wine out that it feels weird like your goona pee-

And this freak without hesitation presses on your stomach as you cum from his unrelenting ministrations

Because he is a freak who doesn't understand that things like that are not in fact what most are into. (he is eternally shocked when you explain this to him, trying to tell him his taste in kinks and fetishes are abnormal. Cannot fathom how it isn't hot to others)

But when to his shock you squeal and squirt his mouth, chin, and chest soaked along with the sheets

You are mid apology for the mess when you look at his eyes, his pupils are blown wide as saucers as he stares down at you breath heavy- downright ragged and he groans so low it rumbles in his chest and almost sounds like a growl

“I hadn't known that this was something the human body could do” before his pupils contract into little slits and he is licking you clean before he goes right back into trying to make you squirt again-

He is obsessed with you squirting, the fact that you were so lost in (the sauce) pleasure that you produced a significant volume of liquid? This man lives off of moisture, his favorite drink is water and he needs everything to be moist and wet for him to be fully comfortable, such is the nature of the hydro dragon. So it shouldn't be a shock that he is obsessed with making you squirt

Usually this leaves you rather overstimulated, tears pricking the corners of your eyes and running down your cheeks

Oh and Neuvillette love it- tears of pleasure soon laped away by his tongue as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss

Asks you with utmost seriousness to spit in his mouth and is confused by how flustered that makes you

But once you do he is practically moaning at the taste, greedily drinking whatever you will give him

And if you match his freak? Ask him to spit in your mouth? He's gone lmao- truly you are a blessing hand picked from celestia just for him

The first time you gave him head and spit on his cocks so you could switch between sucking and stroking them, making sure they got equal attention, he came instantly. The sight was just too much for him to handle

Neuvillette cums an insane amount. Its slightly watery but the amount is ridiculous, his precum is enough to have you thinking he already busted, but when he actually cums its like a broken faucet taking several gulps to swallow down and it still manages to coat you

And he just stays hard as a rock, the dragon stamina is insane and is even worse when he's in a rut

He loves to see you absolutely plastered with his cum, dripping all over you and out of you

The way your poor tummy is bloated while his clawed fingers push the rapidly escaping liquid back into you

The breeding kink on this man is unmatched, and i mean the only other contender who even comes close is tartaglia “PLAP PLAP PLAP GET PREGNANT GET PREGNANT” ajax,

Neuvillette doesn't care if you actually can get pregnant or not- he is breeding you and he will make it happen

More freaky shit the man is obsessed with your sweat

He always hates when it gets too hot out but he thinks he can stand it when he sees the beads of sweat rolling down your body as you guzzle down a bottle of water.

Has to restrain himself with a white knuckled grip on his cane to stop from licking the sweat off of you

Once you are alone tho? He is absolutely licking you, to the point you can't tell if it's the sweat or the saliva that's dripping off of you.

Another chance to match his freak. Once on a hot day in his office you gave him a chaste kiss to his jaw, witch already had him longing, but then you licked a strip up the chiseled line of his jaw and he came in his pants

Work was finished early that day

If there's one thing that gets him worked up its seeing you wet in any context, or seeing you return the desire he has for you. All in all he wants you to desire him, to long for him

I think he has a large bathtub, really its more like a pool that happens to be heated and deep, with benches along the edges for sitting. Again like a large heated swimming pool

His favorite place to fuck you is in his bath, despite the scene of soaked silk sheets being burned ito him mind, fucking you in his element is just something else honestly.

The water sloshing against you accompanied by the lewd sound of you getting absolutely rearranged? Music to his pointed ears.

Almost forgot to mention this but his cock glows and throbs, the veins pulsing with a slight glow- and if you get him horny and desperate enough (not hard this man is easy to get bricked up-) mostly after he's spent hours between your legs or making out with you, you can even see and feel how his cocks seem to writhe and they write inside you too, when their thickness is stuffed into your hole(s) and Neuvillette is about to cum again they writhe and squirm in your gummy walls sending you over the edge as they poke against that gummy spot inside of you

Neuvillette wants to have both his cocks in just your one hole but he knows the stretch of just one is intense so he won't indulge unless you beg him for it

Once when he was at work you decided to take a nice bath, to ease your sore muscles and the numerous marks littering your body, from bite marks to dark hickeys all over

The Iudex can be quite possessive at times, the dragon instincts letting that possessive streak coil in the pit of his stomach because you are his mate and when he says his, he means it.

When he gets possessive like this he gets meaner- no one in fontaine dares to flirt with his lover, out of both respect and slight fear of the consequences (harassment is taken very seriously)

But every so often someone wants to test his patience, or a foreigner who has no idea who you are oversteps. He is always calm, firm hand on your back as he states that it is rude and impolite to so vulgarly pursue his partner

But when the two of you are back at your shared home? He is a bit mean, rougher as he needs you to say that you're his over and over again.

This is where the title kink(?) and sir kink come in. call him “sir neuvillette” “sir Iudex” profess your innocence, plead your case to him, prove the other party guilty

And he will relent his marking and harsh grip infavore of soft open mouth kisses and the pleasure he bistoes on you

Afterall he is a benevolent and fair judge

Back to the bath-

You took a bath without him, witch is a rare occasion as he loves to bathe with you, even in a non sexual context. It is simply a comfortable intimacy for him

But this time is different

Seeing you surrounded by his element of hydro, the room moist with steam as your body glistens with moister, his eyes go to saucers again and he is quick to approach

Tugging off his gloves with his teeth and letting them cup your cheek and travel beneath the water while he leaves sweet kisses on your skin until he cant help himself and dips his head to the place where the water rest against your chest and he drinks

Like a man lost in the dessert, you can hear the obscene gulps this man lets out

The freak in him drinks your fucking bath water and has absolutly no shame about it

In Fact it has his cocks aching for you, while his expression can only be described as adoration

Because the Iudex of fontaine adores you in a way that is only brought on by centuries of longing for a person he has never met

He is much worse during his rut

It is a week solid of him just absolutely fucking you into whatever surface or body of water he can find

His throat is tight and dry, no amount of water seems to be able to quench this thirst and so he drink you

If you thought he was a munch before then the glint in his eyes at the scent of your arousal is downright predatory

He makes sure you drink about as much water as him, witch is a feat of its own, just so that you have more for him to drink from you

His taste for water is extraordinary on a good day but it even more apparent in his rut,

Because regardless of when it is he can taste you. The kind of water or liquids you drink seeps into everything, he can taste it in you sweat, in your slick, in your spit- the cool refreshing quality of mondstat, the mineraly flavor of inazuma, the sweet taste of sumeru, the tang and burn of inazuma, he can taste it normally but in rut he is downright shameful about describing how you taste on his tongue.

Has you drink different imported watters between rounds to get full flavor

Practically begs to breed you- hes already bad on a regular day, his paternal instincts too stong- but now its different, he wants his eggs inside you, wants you swollen and barefoot around his manor and he needs it- if you aren't ready he’ll just stuff you full like he normally does with cum he knows wont take, but he can hope

Remember how I said he doesn't care if you can get pregnant? Yeah that's because it doesn't matter- the part that matters is his eggs-

On the chance you do say yes to his eggs he is overjoyed, biting down on your shoulder with a bit of venom that numbs your mind- just enough so the stretch of his eggs and the way he has to deposit them doesn't hurt

Speaking of biting the first rut you spend with him is intense, its a week he takes off, (it is now regularly built into his schedule that he has a solid week blocked out for his rut) its his first rut he hasn't forcefully suppressed or simply worked through in solitude and now he has a mate to spend it with?

The first time he slides his length inside you he can resist the urge to sink his teeth into you, right where your shoulder meets your neck he bites down hard

A permanent bite mark with a small hydro mark in the center that glows faintly when he touches you, or when it rains, or you touch water. The glow sends a pleasant and refreshing feeling, like warmth without heat

Because he is so much more thirsty the dirty man fuck you in the bath a lot more and ends up drinking your bathwater more

Be a freak, do it back, drink this man up because he is a tall glass of water.

You do have needs, you can just be attached to the Iudex for a week straight, even tho he insists he could send someone to go grocery shopping, you so cruelly leave him to fist his cocks while you are out getting fresh air.

Personally I like the idea of neuvillettes home being underwater like those glass structures you can find in fontaine. Its huge in a lake, half of it is a beautiful mix of stained and clear glass, even some that seem iridescent, the other half is built in the same french rococo style as the mansions of fontaine, with the exception that it is built into the rocky wall of the deep lake. There is a tunnel that leads to the oceans of fontaine and its ideal for neuvillette. But you need fresh air

So you are gone for a few hours on the surface and he is suffering,

By the time you get back he the mansion is dark, none of the lights are on and it was raining outside (hence your hasty return)

The second you step in through the elevator down you can tell something- someone is watching you, the subtle growl and fleeting glimpse of glowing blue in the corner of your eye making the hair on the back of your neck stand up

Like a small lamb you wander through the large house knowing that hes right there, stalking in the shadows, hunting you

The only light is at the very ends of one of the halls, where you know the master bath is. With trepidation you walk towards the bathroom, knowing that's probably where he's going to absolutely jump your bones, you can't help the arousal that pools

Another thing that alerts you being the growl you hear behind you

When you finally get to the bathroom you decide to play his game- stripping off your clothes slowly- temptingly as his eyes burn across you before you sink into the water and swim to the center of his large bath (real basically a swimming pool)

You don't even hear him get in, but the second you turn back around expecting him to be at the water's edge- he's inches away from you, predatory eyes staring down at you as if to let you know he's won

The lights go off and all you can see is the glow of his eyes as you swim away slowly while he drops towards you until the cold hard tiles press into your back while you sit on the built in ledge, he rises cageing you between his arms as his long silvery hair falls disheveled down his back and cascades over his tense shoulders like a waterfall, he glows more and more and water drops hit your face, the blue streaks that cover the underside of his hair give off a faint glow, then the scales along his body, the long dark blue tail that you now see is also slightly alight. You dare to travel your eyes away from his, away from his hands- his claws that grip and cut into the tile slightly, down his chest and below his waist to the glow that sits just below the water

His tail wraps around your legs nudging them apart

“Look at me my beloved”

His tone is soft but there's a edge to it that has you snapping to attention, for once your eyes are blown wide as saucers and his are narrow slits like needles

Then you feel it, the rub of his thick tail that has your legs spreading to accommodate it while it grinds against you getting you worked up and just as desperate as he is

Ride this mans tail he will be put under a trance

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[sashiavi]

Pervert CEO!Diluc just can't help his thoughts around his pretty Assistant ♡

Warnings: 18+ | no explicit smut - mentions & fantasies | Voyeurism, Listening, Perving | Humiliation | Bathroom Pervert | Power dynamics/abuse of power | Oblivious?Reader |

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Pervert CEO!Diluc who can't help but stare when your pretty assistant self bends over a table to nab up a set of documents- don't you know your skirt's too short? Pretty lace panties right on display for him to ogle and gawk at? Cupping the sweet swell of your cunt like that, thinking no one was watching?

Pervert CEO!Diluc who would never tell you the button shirt you chose today was a little sheer, just a touch see-through. Why would he? When he can see the outline of your tits, the textured lace of your bra cutting through the sheer white fabric, barely hiding behind your lanyard.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who "accidentally" spills water on your clothes, bumping into your form on his way back from the water cooler. Oh how his pants tighten under the sweet apologies you gift him, as if it were your own fault he knocked into you. It's not like he was listening, not with the sweet, sweet stick of your clothes stuck to your skin.

Pervert CEO!Diluc with all access to the cameras in his floor level right on his overpriced laptop. Flickering through screen to screen, locking down when he finds the one he wants. It's not his fault you look so lovely changing in your office. Blouse unbuttoned hanging off of your shoulders, dabbing tissues into your moist skin.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who purposely knocks on your office door, watching your scrambled form through the laptop balanced on his arm. Hasty in getting yourself ready, almost tripping on the heels you'd left laying on the ground. His laptop snaps shut before you open up your door, greeting you with a smile. Oh how your face flushes, little heart surely beating out of your chest, startled little mouse.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who informs you of an important meeting, did you forget? In your haste to scurry away? He can't be upset, especially not with more of those sweet 'sorrys', especially not with the crooked buttons of your blouse, especially not with your pretty manicured feet nervously brushing against the carpet.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who'd give everything to kiss along the angry red lines left behind from your uncomfortable heels. Tickle a lick just to see your reaction, have you squirming and kicking in his grasp. How he'd kiss into your ankles, wear them over his shoulders- Archons.

Pervert CEO!Diluc with you in tow, clenching your folders to your chest, squishing your thighs together, wobbly on your pretty and too-small heels. He let's your whimper go "unnoticed", ignoring the sweet tell-tale signs of your need to go. He walks fast, speeding down the halls of the floor, chuckling when you call out a little; "Sir-!"

Pervert CEO!Diluc happily stopping on his way to your important meeting, letting you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Of course he'll wait for you, even hold on to those documents, as long as he can wedge the main push door open with his dress shoe. As long as he can poke his head in just a little while you disappear into the stall. As long as he can listen in on the pretty sound of your spattering bladder.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who catches you after your oh so boring meeting, staring our at the city below through the floor to ceiling windows. Glass untinted, letting the full light come in, if you can see something below, it sees you right back.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who can't help but think. Ripping the buttons of that silly blouse, pulling the cups of your bra down your chest, forcing those tits against the glass. Oh how he'd press into you from behind, ride up that short skirt- he clears his throat, shaking the thoughts away and forcing your focus to snap on to him, nervous doe eyes on his figure.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who joins you for lunch, eyes zeroing in on the way your lips wrap around your cutlery, the pretty way you chew your food, the sweet, sweet swallows of your throat.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who's pride tickles whenever you accept his little gifts, a yummy yoghurt drink he got just for you. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Thick and creamy liquid, milky white on your tongue. Prettiest swallows, head tilted back for him to see that lovely throat bobbing. He doesn't tell you about the soft drip at the corner of your lips.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who escorts you out at the end of the day, praising you for your efforts, guiding you with a hand to the small of your back, ever so slightly trailing down, down, down, just enough to palm at your tail bone.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who hates seeing you go, but Gods, loves watching you leave. Letting you go, parting ways for you to grab the next train home, watching you for as long as he can before your pretty figure disappears.

Pervert CEO!Diluc who can't wait to do it all again Tomorrow.

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Hey pretty~ hope you enjoyed ♡♡

Property of; SashiAvi

[mascdestr0yer]

I don't ask for much... just to be married to kate martin 😔

What about kate Martin dealing with a moody pregnant wife? She is mad at the world, then BAM! She is crying and then BAM! "I'm a terrible wife and a bad mother!"

Just hurt/comfort

Take your time and take care 🫶

Didn’t mean to

Kate Martin x pregnant!reader

Warnings: Fluff and a bit, just a little smudge of angst

Synopsis: Kate dealing with your pregnancy hormones and attitude

You woke up a little under the weather, but you still had a few errands to run with kate busy at practice. she had a game tomorrow and you hoped you feel better by then.

It’s hot out, and you have to make a costco run for the house. You get a call from your wife. you answer it as you push the cart through the warehouse of a grocery store.

“i saw your location, can you pick my package at the fedEx by the costco, please.” Her voice more on the pleading side, you huffed lightly. Still not finished with your own errands.

“okay, i’ll talk to you later,” Your voice laced with irritation, Kate too oblivious to notice.

“love you,” She mumbled, you hung up. If it’s not one thing it’s the next. you didn’t want to pick her package, you wanted to be at home resting. It’s hot and you’re uncomfortable, you just looked irritated and stressed. an older woman caressed your shoulder telling you it will be okay and she wishes the best with your pregnancy.

When you were done shopping you went to the fedEx and picked up the package for Kate, not even wanting to do your other errands. you ended up driving back home, you took a shower washing away the sheer layer of sweat that covered your body.

When you woke up from your nap you were met with Kate caressing your bump.

“your temperature went up, why didn’t you tell me?” She furrowed her brows, she looked hurt from the fact you didn’t tell her your fever wasn’t going down.

“i didn’t want you to worry and if i told you, you would’ve put me on bed rest.” You explained to her, sitting up against the headboard. She rubbed her face, now she looked irritated.

“You didn’t want me to worry? damn right i would’ve put you on bed rest, I don’t think you understand that what you do to your body matter.” she scolded, her chest rising higher than before.

“what about me.. I have things to do, that i can’t just stop and if i don’t do it who will, you’re always busy..” You were upset more ways than one, the light tears in your eyes.

She huffed, pulling you closer.

“what’s going on with you..” She wiped your tears, she leaned in, fixing your hair.

“i’m tired, sick, heavy… they’re so many responsibilities and things i have to do,” you were clearly overwhelmed, your stress levels were on ten.

“baby breathe, it’s okay to take a break, you know that right?” she kissed your forehead then cupping your face.

“i don’t want to be a lazy mom who does nothing…” You mumble, she chuckles and you frown deepens.

“you’re the opposite of lazy, you’re going to be an amazing mom,”

“you think so?”

“I know so, now quit your crying it’s not good to be stressing the baby out,”

[earthtooz]

x : BETWEEN LOVE AND LIES :*+ﾟ

in which: you thought nagi was dating you for media reputation... so why does this relationship feel suspiciously real?

warnings: 11.9k words, pro-soccer player!nagi x physiotherapist!gn!reader, reader has hair, lots of food, not at all a realistic story but that's okay pls don't come for me, SLOOWWWWBURN, fake-dating au, reader is oblivious :<

a/n: goodness. if this flops i will cry bc i spent way too long this for it to be healthy for me. enjoy !

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nagi approaches you the day after his name goes viral.

you weren’t doing anything spectacular, merely putting away all the kits and equipment you’d used for the day when the white-haired soccer player approaches you, his hands in his pockets, strolling over to you as he would on any occasion. 

your heart races- as it does whenever he’s around, regardless of said occasion, but what tumbles out of his mouth next was worthy of ceasing your heart rate all together.

“wanna date?”

you’re speechless. malfunctioning as you register what he’s saying. the sheer casualness of it all is alarming and you have to snap yourself back into your physical environment before your mind loses to a universe of questions and doubts.

out of all people who have asked you to date, nagi was definitely the most unique. was he okay in the head? did he come for a check up? did he get one of rin’s kicks to the head? or was he just straight up delusional?

“uhh, why?” you ask, cursing yourself a little for how disgusted you sounded.

fortunately for you, your ungracious tone didn’t phase him, not one bit. “isn’t that what two people do when they like each other?”

yeah, romantically. you don’t even think nagi likes you beyond simply platonic, whereas you have to try and shove your feelings for him down your throat every morning before walking in to the training grounds for blue lock’s official team.

you find yourself agreeing regardless, still a little overwhelmed by everything that was going on. 

the soccer player then has the audacity to give you two thumbs up in approval, a dumb smile plastering on that expression of his. this confuses you even more.

“okay cool, so what should we do now that we’re a couple?” he asks.

you glance away, unable to look him in the eye for too long without getting flustered. the various weights and foam rollers still scattered on the floor catches your attention, reminding you of your previous task before nagi came to stir up a storm. “well, i have to put these away amongst various things. you can sit on the couch if you want to pass time?”

“do you need any help?” he questions, already bobbing down to be eye-level with you, ignoring the second half of your statement.

“no it’s fine, thank you though.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah! i don’t want to bother you.”

“well if you do this all by yourself, it’ll take longer, and you take longer, it means i have to wait longer to spend time with you.”

when you turn around to say something, the words die on your throat when you realise just how close he’d come to you during the time you had your back towards him. a flash of hurt crosses his typically emotionless eyes when you instinctively recoil from him, his innocent stare dimishing just a little. 

“you know how much i hate waiting. it’s such a pain, so let me help out and you’ll get done faster, right?” his hands are already reaching for some of the foam rollers before you can stop him. with an affectionate sigh, you take it from him, placing it back in its original spot.

“fine,” you say with a smile. “if you insist then would you mind putting the ice packs in the fridge? isagi’s ankle was messing up earlier and chigiri came in for his knee again.”

the white-haired hums before obeying, his footsteps that shuffled along the floor telling you know that he is carrying out his duties that you’ve assigned for him. the way his tracksuit makes a noise every time he walks is distracting, but you can’t help but think how much nagi reminds you of a penguin. the adorableness of it all might just kill you.

if only the internet and ‘#nagi seishiro’ tags knew just how much of a teddy bear that 6’3, legendary prodigy, nagi seishiro was, and how you had to massage him almost everyday after training sessions otherwise he’d come to practise the next day with the resolve of a five year old.

being a junior physiotherapist for the blue lock team, you only took care of a few blue lock athletes as your clients since the team was divided between you and a senior physio. nagi wasn’t one of your assigned athletes, however when you first came to the job, he would come during almost closing times (when you had no one booked) and ask for a massage, even if he had his own physiotherapist to request that of. however, nagi seemed to always have some sore muscle because his demands for a massage became a daily recurrence.

you just hope whatever is wrong with him gets sorted out soon. 

sure athletes are meant to work hard and use their bodies in the field but physio massages were to assist with injuries by minimising the risk of them, fixing the alignment, or help extend any limited range of movement. 

whatever. now’s not the time to think too hard about it because you’re about to go on a date with nagi seishiro. 

after cleaning up your space so you could prepare to take care of more athletes tomorrow, nagi is sauntering over to you once more. this time, he drapes himself all over you, causing you to stumble a little from how heavy he is. you pray to whoever’s listening that he can’t feel or hear the way your heart races in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat and jump into his hands. 

“tired, nagi?” you question, words muffled against his shoulder as you bring your hands to soothingly pat his back. 

“yeah,” whines the white-haired. the smile that creeps onto your face is one full of adoration for the man slung over you. “let me take you out.”

“where to?”

“a night market? it’ll be fun.” 

“sure.” 

at your confirmation, he separates from you with an excited glimmer in his eyes, 

after grabbing your bags and setting out, you’re violently flooded by dozens of paparazzi and interviewers who are click their cameras in hopes of catching blue lock’s soccer player who has taken the world by storm. it’s a little overwhelming, but when nagi covers you from the reporters with his arm which had his tracksuit jacket draped over it, you’re thankful for his thoughtfulness, especially when you’re relying on his grip around your waist to pull you in the right direction.

the crowd is shouting a flurry of things, nothing that you can make out amongst the mess of your mind, your heart, and your ears.

it’s not until you decipher someone shouting something about dating rumours with a japanese pop singer, that you piece together his intentions; a loud wakeup call to the reality of your ‘situation’ with nagi. 

the possibility that nagi was using this ‘relationship’ for media coverage and acknowledgement was very likely, especially with his recent growth in popularity and social media following- it would be understandable if he wanted to prolong his moment in the spotlight by entering beneficial relationships. 

except typically, celebrities would do it with other celebrities.

so what’s the appeal behind using you? 

a funny feeling brews in your gut, one that clawed at your chest with a series of disappointment, anxiety, and dismay. it was unbelievable that someone as hot, both literally and figuratively, as nagi would be interested in you; a junior physiotherapist fresh out of university, but you had hoped. his abruptness today and the whole ‘we should date’ ordeal was to dispel the media from his back, not bred from any genuine feelings.

if this was the only chance you got to stand beside nagi and have him hold you like this, so protectively against him, then you were going to take it until fate deemed it over and pulled you away from him itself.

you were young and simply put, nagi could provide the companionship you were looking for.

fortunately, the press left him alone at the parking lot where security guards were standing, two in the booth and one purchased near the gate. you give them a shy greeting and they return it with a bow.

“sorry about that,” nagi mutters, not looking at you even when you turn your head to stare up at him. “i wasn’t expecting paparazzi to be right outside, they’re such a pain.”

“it’s okay, if anything i owe you a thank you for covering me from them,” you huff, stuffing your hands into your pockets, mind still a little frazzled over the memory of how protective nagi was over you. “stuff like this happens when you’re famous, mr soccer hotshot.”

he rubs his neck, looking to the side as his next words tumble out of his mouth: “does that impress you?”

“why wouldn’t it?” 

you try not to think too hard about the blush that manifests on his face, pinning it on the colder weather and frostbite rather than your words. 

“so… where’s this night market? i didn’t know tokyo had many night markets.”

“just in shibuya.”

“won’t it be busy?”

“yeah,” he shrugs before adding as an afterthought: “does that bother you?”

“no not at all, i just thought you hated big crowds and busy places.”

“‘s won’t be so bad with you there.”

for someone who prefers to keep quiet majority of the time, nagi sure does have a silver tongue. this is probably the third time in the past half an hour that he’s made your stomach flip, and you can’t help but question his intentions. if he was trying to make you actually fall for him to make your relationship look more legitimate then he’d be disappointed to know that you already had, way before he approached you today. 

he agrees to drive the way since one: it was easier and two: you could avoid the paparazzi that way. 

upon arrival, you’re glad to see that there aren’t too many people in the crowd. since it was a weekday, students would be participating in extra curriculars and businessmen would be only just finishing work. the majority of the people here were older with a few couples here and there.

“oh, they have lemon tea,” nagi mutters, grabbing your hand before unceremoniously dragging you to the stand. his excitement was endearing, especially when all 6’3 of him approaches the lemon tea stand, needing to bend down in order to be seen by the elderly stand owner. a flash of surprise crosses the maker’s face as he makes eye contact with the white-haired.

“two lemon teas please,” requests the soccer player, using his hands to gesture ‘two’ as he fishes out the appropriate amount of money.

“hey, you’re that soccer player, nagi! you scored an awesome goal the other day. mind if i get a picture?” the owner’s gruff voice requests, a cheery smile making its way onto his face.

“oh. sure.”

you take the picture for them, counting down ‘3, 2, 1’ as nagi gives the camera a peace sign and the owner has a wide, bright smile on his face; so bright that you couldn’t help grinning as well. “i’m putting this on my store front. now you want two lemon teas?”

“coming right up!” 

“did you just buy me a lemon tea without asking?” you question, a smile appearing on your features as you glance up at your companion.

he meets your eyes, “yeah, ‘s there something wrong with that?” 

“no, not at all. i wouldn’t mind some lemon tea right now. i’ll pay you back.”

“don’t worry about that,” nagi cuts you off before you can even reach for your wallet. “everything’s on me.”

“but-”

“-it’s on me.”

the stand owner is handing over two iced cups of lemon before you can continue bickering and nagi hands one over to you with a wordless expression and you’re compelled to take it, though reluctantly.

“are you two a couple?” the owner asks.

nagi nods, “yeah, we are.”

“ah! no wonder. you two look amazing together, you bagged a real gem,” he says to nagi, pointing at you. you laugh it off, flattered.

“i know i did. thanks for the tea, sir.”

“thank you!” you call out to the owner before being dragged away by nagi again, careful not to spill your drink from how much vigour was in his steps. for his one stride, you had to take two. 

after going from store to store and blindly following nagi who led the way with his stomach, you’re eventually brought to a less busy, picnic-like area where there were various benches for you to sit on. it was away from the busyness of the main street, but still had lanterns hung around the premise, combating the darkness of the early sunset during colder months.

you take a seat beside him whilst he sets down the variety of food he bought from the merchants, not trying to think too much about the way nagi presses himself closely against you. 

“oh, one of my games had a character drop an hour ago,” he absentmindedly comments, opening his phone for the first time since being with you. you catch a glimpse of his dim phone screen, seeing the notification banner from the game he was referring to.

“that’s cool,” you mutter, unsure of what else to say as you take a bite into the red bean taiyaki.

“yeah, he’s a cracked character. been wanting him forever.”

“are you gonna pull? i wanna see him.”

“really?” 

when you give him the nod of affirmation, nagi opens the game whilst you continue eating, gentle anticipation hanging in the air as well as a comfortable silence. it doesn’t take long before he’s purchasing special event tokens, going to the special character screen and pressing the ‘draw x10’ option. you peer over his shoulder, trying to resist the urge to rest your chin on it.

you’re snapped out of your reverie when nagi emits a small gasp. “no way.”  

“what?” you ask, watching the way his screen lights up in gold which signalled a successful draw. he looks up at you, eyes wide and mouth partially parted. “did you get him?”

“yeah, on the first go,” he says in wonder, a dazed look in his eyes. “that’s never happened before.”

“no way! you’re so lucky!”

nagi’s face erupts into a small smile, and you’re caught off guard all of a sudden when his hands snake around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his lap. the new proximity and abruptness of it all causes your mind to stop for a second, shutting off as nagi peers up at you with stars in his eyes. you want to hide, but his grip around you is too tight, pulling you in to him.

this feels criminal. 

“nah, i just think you’re my lucky charm.”

a quiet squeak of ‘is that so?’ is all you can reply with before looking away, trying to distract your rampant thoughts, hoping that the cool breeze will calm the heat creeping up to your face. “so,” you begin, trying to recover yourself from embarrassment. “can i see your characters? all of them?”

“all of them?” nagi repeats and you miss the small look of bliss on his expression.

“yeah.”

“i showed them to you the other week.”

“okay, well show me this new character then.”

“as you wish.” 

he talks you through the characters and their tutorials, showing you their special combos and ultimate moves, all whilst you have to feed him the variety of foods he bought whilst dragging you around like a dog and its owner. as he munches on the takoyaki, kebabs, and sweet potato, you realise just how bottomless nagi’s stomach was and the way he hums in satisfaction after each bite was very adorable.

the night fades into a nice memory of laughter, emptied food boxes, and easy conversation. somehow nagi has manoeuvred himself so that his head was now in your lap, snowy hair spread so invitingly as you resist the urge to run your hands through it, wanting to respect any boundaries of his. 

every so often you have to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. 

reality hits you once more the following morning when you check social media just to see ‘#nagi seishiro’ trending all over again, all talking about the paparazzi photos that were taken yesterday. taking a glimpse for yourself, you hate the way your gut sinks, especially as articles with the title ‘nagi seishiro with a new lover?’ shine in your face.

it only solidifies your speculations about this (fake?) relationship, and despite coming to accept it, growing resentment poisons your system, rendering you incapable and bitter as you let your breakfast grow cold. 

at least nagi correctly covered you with his jacket, your face is completely obstructed, only your body is revealed. you thank your lucky stars that you decided to not wear your ‘blue lock’ staff clothes that morning and just opted for your own athletic wear, that way your identity could be hidden at least just a little.

a message from reo captures your attention and you click on it immediately. 

reo: is that you with nagi? 

you: yeah! 

reo: about fucking time. got sick of you two never doing anything. 

you: haha 😐thanks reo 😐

reo: did he take you to the night market last night?

you: yeah! it was fun :)

reo: that’s good, nagi’s been waiting forever.

reo: don’t break his heart 

you scoff at the irony of reo’s last text, typing something noncommittal before throwing your phone else where. 

���─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the whole team practically knows about you and nagi when you return to work the following monday and the second you enter the building, you’re swarmed by the friendly faces of bachira, isagi, and chigiri, who are seemingly holding a tired nagi hostage. quite an amusing sight. three people, who are roughly a head shorter than the white-haired, restraining a lethargic 6’3 athlete with their bodies. 

“are you really dating nagi?” isagi begins before you could even fit in a ‘hello’.

“uh… yeah?” you sound unsure; because you are. a fake relationship is still a relationship, it’s just that one party is more infatuated with the other.

“damn. i didn’t think it was real,” mutters chigiri. “are you sure? he’s not like… paying you to do this, right? you like like him?”

“yes?” you exclaim, a little overwhelmed. “i’m not getting any monetary returns even though i wish i did.” nagi narrows his eyes at you, you poke out your tongue. “please, no more questions, it’s way too early for this.”

“you don’t know how long we’ve been waiting for nagi to ask you out, y/n. even we placed money on him,” reveals isagi but before you could say anything in response, bachira cuts in, practically skipping up to the white-haired.

“finally grew some balls and asked, good job bro!” bachira sings, patting nagi on the back with a violet slap before disappearing.

“see you at practice, nagi!” 

the three athletes disappear and you finally exhale after holding in a breath for what felt like ages. what an animated way to start the day.

you hold your breath again when nagi approaches to stop in front of you, a singular coffee cup in his hand; one that he holds out to you.

“good morning, nagi,” you greet.

“hey, i got you coffee.” instinctively, you take the cup from him, immediately warmed up by the heat emanating from it. “i hope it’s still warm. i’ve been waiting for you for a while.”

“you were waiting for me?” 

“yeah. wanted to see you before going to training. makes my day less of a bother.”

you smile into your cup, trying to hide the effect that nagi has on you. you were so stupid for him it was insane.

“i’m sorry for making you wait, the trains were a little delayed this morning,” you confess, “but thank you. you’re very thoughtful, nagi.”

his face contorts into an ugly expression, a display of his feelings that are quickly quelled by the feeling of your cold hand grabbing his warm ones. “you take public transport to work?”

“i don’t want to pay for parking and everything. it’s not all bad, i get lovely views and a wake up call every morning.” 

the white-haired athlete makes a face of contemplation briefly. “let me pick you up from now on.”

“no, it’s fine. i don’t want to be more of a hassle. i know how much you hate waking up to even just come to work so-”

“-i want to.”

your heart flutters at his insistence and all you can mutter out is a feeble ‘ok’ before slipping your hand out of his. you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to get used to the way nagi seishiro so effortlessly warms your insides; to the point that it becomes an unrecognisable pool of putty. 

after a moment, you regain your senses. “you should be going off to practise. don’t make ego mad before the day even starts.”

he groans, “won’t you come and watch? i’ll feel a little better if you’re there.”

“i have my own work to get to but i don’t have many checkups today so if i can, i will.”

“i suppose that’s good enough,” mutters nagi before pulling you in for a loose hug, arms wounding around your waist, breathing you in before stepping back, as if rejuvenated by your touch and presence alone. 

“work hard, nagi.”

you go your separate ways, him to the field and you to your office where various coworkers resided.

after a morning of answering emails, going to meetings and consulting the results from various body screenings, you finally have a chunk of time around 11:45 am to go and watch practice. as soon as you entered the training grounds, you’re a little stunned and impressed to see that they were all doing shooting drills, landing them perfectly with no effort, the harsh sound of shoe slapping against leather ringing throughout the area.

nagi notices you almost immediately, his eyes lighting up a little when you shoot him a small wave before wandering into the bleachers, taking a seat in a second row. 

you continue watching, straightening up in your seat whenever it’s nagi’s turn, waiting to watch the genius at work. the results are no less than impressive every time but you have to pretend like you weren’t at all marvelling at him whenever he turns around and looks at you expectantly.

15 minutes later, ego calls for an hour lunch break, allowing the players to break off to do whatever their heart desires. the first thing nagi does is walk over to where you sit in the stands, leaning over the first row of chairs to reach you.

“why hello there, soccer sensation,” you greet and he gives you a lazy smile.

“hi.”

“you going to go for lunch?”

“yeah. have you had something to eat yet or do you wanna grab a bite together?”

“i brought cup noodles but i don’t mind. don’t you want to go with your friends?” 

“you’re better.”

“please shut up, that’s so cringe,” you murmur with an undeniable grin, one that causes his gaze to soften as well. “let’s get lunch together then.”

“let me get dressed,” the athlete says, about to run off when you abruptly stop him, causing him to turn around suddenly, his hair whipping around with his actions. “what’s up?”

beckoning him over, he returns to where he stood before and you take out a hair tie, one that you store in your pockets all the time just in case. “does your hair not bother you when you practise?” you silently ask for permission, hand merely hovering near his head until you realise that he was okay with the contact. “it’s getting all in your face, even i was annoyed when watching you.” 

gently, you run your hands through his hair and despite the sweat on his forehead, it’s still soft and fluffy. goodness you could play with it forever.

then, you gather nagi’s front bangs, bringing them together to resemble a unicorn horn, tying it with your hairband. when you part from your work, you’re pleasantly surprised that it holds but you suppress a giggle because of how ridiculous he looks, paired with that dazed look in his eyes, you never thought you’d see nagi like this.

when you reach to tug your hairband out of his hair, he waves you off, taking the updo out himself.

“can i keep the hairband?” he pleads and you quirk an eyebrow.

“it’s just a hairband,” you say.

“so you won’t miss it right?”

“no, i won’t-”

“-okay, epic,” he mumbles before putting the hair tie around his wrist and a part of you swells with pride at the sight; a feeling that you try to shove down with little success. “can i get changed now?”

“yes, go.”

whilst you watch the white-haired disappear from your vision, you can’t help but wonder how you got yourself into this situation with such a weirdo. still, you adore said weirdo and this was no one’s fault but your own.

nagi wears the hair tie for the remainder of the day.

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roughly two months or so pass by and the days become a blur, especially since training is becoming more rigorous for the team due to the preparations for their spring soccer season. your schedule is piled day by day with athletes coming for their regular checkups and consultations, leaving you drained as soon as the work day is over.

nagi, your loving ‘partner’ notices this because he always likes to stick around after hours and bother you for a massage. he always insists that you do it because it’s like an immediate ‘full heal’ but you just think that he’s too lazy to book a professional masseuse and that you’re the next best thing.

whatever. at least he’s cute.

“i hardly see you nowadays,” he mutters, voice muffled by the leather bed of your workspace. 

you gather a little more lotion on your hands, spreading it along his calves before pressing your thumbs into his muscles, trying to identify where any tight spots might be. “i’m sorry, i don’t have much time nowadays. appointments with you guys go all the way til six, and i don’t get home until 6:30. then i’m practically out like a light.”

he hums in torment and in consideration, tensing his shoulders a little as a natural response to the pain in his legs. “well, tomorrow’s a saturday. can i take you out?”

“i don’t know, some athletes may sporadically come and bother me to get a massage so i’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

“be serious.”

“i am free tomorrow.”

“sick. keep it that way.”

“even if athletes bother me for a much-needed massage in order to perform at their best?”

he huffs something in response before flopping his face back down on the leather bed, the (seemingly invincible) knots in his calves taking too much of your attention for you to think too hard about tomorrow’s date with nagi. 

he’s still wearing your hair tie around his wrist. 

true to his word, nagi picks you up the next day at 3pm for your date since he insisted that was the earliest he would be ready by (meaning, it’s the earliest he can wake up). when you meet him, you’re a little stunned by the amount of disguises he’s wearing. sunglasses, beanie, and a face mask, you’re not sure whether he’s going to attract more attention or blend in.

also, when you’re 6’3 it’s hard to avoid eyes.

“hey, i’m supposed to meet someone called nagi, he’s got white hair, grey eyes, 190 cm, have you seen him?” you ask as soon as you approach the soccer player. he sighs through his mask when you erupt into a fit of laughter. “i’m just kidding.”

nagi brings down his mask to sit below his chin. “your boyfriend is right here,” he corrects, voice demanding and authoritative, sending shivers down your spine. 

“so he is,” you mumble, stepping closer to engulf him in a hug. he wraps his arms around you in return and you contentedly sigh when he pulls you into the comfortable, expensive material of his hoodie. “what’s with the disguise?”

“i don’t want anyone to ruin our day out so i’m wearing this.”

“ever so thoughtful aren’t you?” 

when you take a step back, nagi’s careful to not let you stray too far which is indicated through the protective arm he keeps around your shoulders. 

“should we get going?”

“yeah.”

the white-haired laces your hands with his, his grip gentle yet committed to keeping you near him as you stroll down the warming streets of tokyo.

“it’s finally spring,” nagi comments offhandedly, causing you shift your gaze towards him. you’re surprised that he was initiating conversation, majority of the time it was you doing the rambling and him partaking in the listening. “the cold weather was getting bothersome. hated going to practise all freezing, makes warmup so hard.”

“i like the cold weather,” you say. “it’s easier to dress for winter than it is for summer.”

“that is true.”

“do you like spring?”

“yeah, ‘s my favourite season.”

you didn’t think someone like nagi would bother too much with having a favourite season. “why’s that?”

“it’s a good season for napping and staying inside. i like that i don’t have to do much nor think about much.” 

such a nagi response. you admire how stubborn he sticks to his ideals and general philosophy, it’s a comforting quality and aspect to have. 

“plus it’s your birthday season,” you add. 

he looks at you with a gentle smile before repeating: “it’s my birthday season.”  

nagi takes you to a park where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, its petals decorating the scenery and ground, creating a dainty, lovely carpet of pink and beauty. however, the main attraction of the date isn’t the scenery of the park but rather, the lake where several pedal boats float on the water; some occupied, some vacant.

the soccer player shows the attendant his purchased tickets, getting them scanned before you’re led to get on one of the boats. 

“so… are you liking the date?” nagi asks when you’re out far enough from the dock so that no one can hear you. here, he takes off his mask, tucking it into his pocket.

“i am, i’ve been wanting to ride one of these boats for a long time but i’ve just never found the time,” you confess. “i’m glad that it’s with you. thanks, nagi.” 

he looks away, an obvious pink tint appearing on his cheeks as he rubs his neck in embarrassment. “it’s okay, i s’pose.”

“you’re so cute,” you say whilst raising one hand to drag through his hair.

“stop,” he whines but not brushing you off or pulling away, instead, he leans into your touch.

a few minutes of silence pass by before nagi speaks up again, retreating back into his personal space as he fishes for something in his hoodie pocket. he pulls out a long velvet box, handing it over for you to take which you do with a little hesitation.

“i wanted to give you something to mark two months,” he tells you and you feel your heart drop.

“wait what? two months? i didn’t know we were celebrating that!” (because you spend too much time fretting over the day he’d tell you that he wants to break up, not needing this fake relationship anymore.) “i didn’t get you anything, i feel terrible now-”

“-it’s not a big deal, i just wanted to give you something.”

“nagi i can’t accept this, this is too good-”

“-i insist.”

“but i don’t have anything for you-”

in the blink of an eye his hands are clasped tightly around yours, his face incredibly close to yours that you’re stupefied into silence. “i. insist.”

you stare at him for another three seconds before relenting, opening the velvet box with the utmost care in fear that you might drop it in the water; a horrifying thought. 

a gasp of delight slips out of your mouth when you see an emerald necklace beaming brightly in your face. it’s in the shape of a pendant, encrusted around a halo plate with gold surrounding it, and from the looks of it, it couldn’t have been cheap.

looking back up at him to express the disbelief you feel, you’re silenced by the gentle look in his eyes, one that shines with adoration and devotion.

“it’s beautiful,” you whisper, unable to talk much louder in fear that it’ll cause the emerald to shatter in your hand. “you shouldn’t have.”

“i wanted to because i really like you. stop worrying.”

you exhale deeply, a little flustered and caught off guard by how candid he was. this feels suspiciously real.

“where did you learn to be so romantic?” you quiz, using humour to narrow how awkward you felt. 

“shoujos,” he answers shamelessly.

“ah.” makes sense as to why he makes you feel like you’re in one. “can you help me put the necklace on?”

the white-haired shines with glee, features brightening for a second. “y-yeah, of course.”

“thank you.” 

when he grasps the jewellery in his hold you turn around to expose the back of your neck to him, practically holding your breath when you feel his warm fingers brush against your skin, his touch barely there yet still prominent enough to blaze trials of fire where he caresses. 

“how do i look?” you ask, turning back around.

“beautiful,” he says, no louder than a whisper.

eventually the boat ride comes to an end and you return back to the dock. a lingering feeling of bliss and giddiness resonates in your chest, evident in the undeniable grin plastered on your face whilst you walk through the park; this time with a pretty gemstone adorning your neck. 

“nagi, look!” you exclaim, gesturing over to a company-branded photo booth that had set itself up in the middle of the park. there were various people lining up for one and judging by the pleased squeals from groups of students, it would be a nice memory to keep for today. “should we take one?”

“sure,” he shrugs, letting you drag him to hop in the queue which was going much faster than you anticipated. 

when it’s your turn, there’s hardly any time to discuss poses when the cameraman clicks the countdown button so unexpectedly. you reflexively hug nagi whilst smiling and he just gives a simple peace sign. he then stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you to place his head atop yours. finally, he bends down to kiss your cheek, rendering you completely mentally inable as you default a pose, not entirely too sure which one whilst you wait for the countdown and the camera flash. 

“you guys are so cute!” the photographer exclaims, handing your photobooth strips already. even then you hadn’t regained your senses, relying on nagi to guide you with his hand on the small of your back. 

glancing down at the photo strip, you’re stunned into speechlessness at the last photo. you can still remember the feeling of his lips on your cheek, specks of his warmth lingering on your skin whilst you continue trying to register what just happened.

you might explode or something. 

“cute,” nagi mumbles whilst putting the photo strip into his wallet, pulling you in by the waist to stand closer to him, whispering in your ear. “i still have one place i want to take you.” 

“do you?” you squeak, earning you a nod as he leads you through the park, coming to a stop when you enter a somewhat secluded section that had a sign labelled ‘private picnic rooms’ with various price ranges according to the number of people.

once again, he claims to have a reservation and you’re led by an attendant towards a specific area that had a table scattered with plates of snacks and various decorations. the vibe of the room was incredible with tatami mats, a floor to ceiling glass window that outlook the cherry blossoms, and if you tried hard enough, you could hear a stream running. 

“you… really outdid yourself,” you murmur, wandering over to one side of the table, expecting him to sit on the other. instead, he takes the spot right beside you.

you’re not too sure if this layout is how the establishment intended it to be but it is now.

“so you like it?” 

“i do. i love everything you’ve done today, you’re too good for me.”

“not true,” he grumbles, too quiet for you to address it further but loud enough for you to hear.

your relationship doesn’t make any sense to you. why is nagi trying so hard to impress you when this relationship was just for beneficial gain? what does he get from booking a pedal boat ride, buying you a (clearly expensive) emerald necklace, then taking you to have a private picnic? 

picking up a piece of halved mochi with the provided fork, you give the first bite to nagi who is more than happy to oblige, chewing on it with a satisfied expression. 

he’s so cute, you could pinch him.

your eyes then flit over to the decorations on the table, reaching over to the branch of cherry blossoms in a vase before you could think, ripping off one of the sticks with the bloomed flower and putting it in nagi’s hair and behind his ears. his adorableness just tripled.

“aww you look really cute with pink!”

“ya think so?” 

“yeah! you’re so pretty nagi,” you reach over to fiddle with the flower, not registering how close you’d gotten to him until you feel his breath fan across your face.

then you comprehend it, frozen in place for a second as you study nagi’s beauty from an angle you hadn’t before. how his snowy hair fanned perfectly over his forehead, the way the light bounced in the reflection of his eyes, and the imperfections that littered across his skin all contributed towards making the pretty being that was nagi seishiro. 

he leans in. you freak out, instinctively turning your head.

your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel nagi’s lips brush against the corners of your mouth, lingering there for a moment before parting and the look of hurt that flashes across his face hurts your soul. 

did you do the right thing? you thought you did- you know nagi isn’t into you the way you are into him. this relationship was made for media attraction, for him to gain more seconds of fame, so why does he keep acting like you two are real? why does he keep protecting your identity from the internet, why did he wear a disguise when meeting you when he would have wanted to boast that he was taken, why does he want to kiss you?

why does he look so hurt when he didn’t?

this was all so confusing.

tension lingers in the air for the rest of the date. you try to compensate for it by being a little more affectionate, giving in to your desires of openly loving him for the day. nagi’s satisfied.

you don’t notice how the cherry blossom fell from his ear.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

you won’t find answers to your questions for a long time. in fact, the amount of questions you had quadrupled one night when you had spent the day at nagi’s apartment after work one day to watch a tv show that was on his ‘to-watch’ list.

“stay the night?” asks nagi, resting his head on your shoulder to give you his best puppy-dog eyes. you will yourself to not look at him by keeping your gaze firm on the television screen. 

“oh this episode sounds good. maybe we can watch this then i’ll get going,” you mutter whilst fiddling with the remote, dutifully ignoring his pleads and the way he tugs at you; something that does not resonate well with him. 

“oi. don’t ignore me.”

with a rough exhale, you finally turn towards him. “i can’t.”

“why not? we don’t have work tomorrow.” 

“i know but i just feel bad to bother you and take up your space.”

“you’re not botherin’ me. there’s so much space here, it feels empty without you.”

“nagi-”

“-won’t you call me seishiro? or something more romantic?”

the relationship shifts with his very words and you feel the genuine desperation that bleeds from nagi through his tone. when you look him in the eye, part of you shines with hope that maybe your relationship was real and not bred for media benefit.

in this moment of weakness, you let the top of your walls crumble.

“okay, seishiro.”

he beams. a smile so pure that you shatter like glass in his hands. “yay.”

you then find yourself underneath him as he lays his entire body weight over you, pressing you into the comfortable cushions of his couch as his hands delicately run up and down your waist. paralysed with confusion at the amount of love he pours into his touch, you keep forgetting that the higher you climb, the harder the inevitable fall will be. 

“stay the night, please?”

how could you say no when he was asking so nicely? “okay, seishiro.”

“yay.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“hey seishiro, are you ready?” you ask, fiddling with your rings as you round the corner of your living room where your oversized boyfriend is lounging across the couch whilst you got ready (boyfriend still feels weird to say even if he has zero problems with addressing himself by that title).

“yeah. let’s go-” he grumbles, cutting himself off when he glances over at you, eyes widening. “-whoa.”

heat rushes to your cheeks whilst nagi continues to shamelessly marvel at you, slowly standing up to cross the distance between you, his hands naturally hovering to hold your hips when he’s close enough. his gaze lingers even longer on the emerald necklace that sits between your collarbones. “like what you see?”

he stays silent for a second, leaving you to anticipate his answer. “we don’t have to go to isagi’s,” he mumbles. “how do we feel about staying in?” 

“don’t. your best friend is hosting this party, can’t you at least show up for him?” 

the white-haired sulks. “but you look so good. why should i celebrate that shortie instead of you?”

you push his face away, jokingly fed up with your boyfriend’s lazy attitude. “isagi is also my friend and i want to celebrate with him, just for an hour or two and then we can leave. deal?” 

“fine.”

twenty minutes later, you arrive at isagi’s place where a good amount of his closest friends had gathered, showing up far earlier than you and nagi did. 

truthfully, you were looking forward to isagi’s party since he was not throwing a massive rave where everyone was invited- those always ended up to be more unfortunate than fun in your opinion, and that wouldn’t exactly cater to his shy and sensible character. tonight was a gathering for his friends to hangout and celebrate. some you recognise from the team, some of them must be from high school or elsewhere.

bachira’s cheery face is the first one you see upon arrival, his smile wide as he practically bounces off the walls in excitement and you already begin to wonder just how many desserts and sweets he’s had upon arrival. 

“hey it’s the couple of the century!” he exclaims with a wink. nagi keens at bachira’s compliment, all proud and boastful as his hand creeps up to hold your hip protectively. “lookin’ good as always!” 

“yo, where’s isagi?” the white haired questions.

“around, i’ll take you to him c’mon!” 

the two soccer players are off before you can even count to three, nagi and bachira disappearing into the crowd as the hyperactive boy drags your 190 cm of a boyfriend through the crowd. well, at least he took the gift you both bought with him, but now you feel a little alone and very awkward.

walking around the hallways of isagi’s, you feel a little out of place since most of them seemed to be high school friends. it’s not until you reached the kitchen that you sigh in relief, met with the familiar, friendly faces of chigiri and reo who see you first.

“hey!” the red-haired calls out, waving at you as you walk over to them. “it’s good to see you, y/n, how are you?”

“hey chigiri, hey reo, i’m good! i just arrived but this seems like a cool gathering. isagi’s really outdone himself,” you greet.

“yeah he did. good way to unwind before the soccer season gets too crazy,” reo chips in. “nice outfit by the way, you served!”

“oh shut up, you look amazing yourself. you too chigiri.” 

“so… where’s nagi?” the purple-haired asks, checking his phone to see if he had received any texts from his best friend. “didn’t he come with you?”

“yeah but bachira dragged him to go talk to isagi as soon as i arrived. you know how he is.”

after a few more minutes of talking with the two, you finally pause the conversation out of concern about nagi’s whereabouts might be. you thought he’d come and find you after a while but guess you’ll search for him first. 

informing the pair first before breaking away, you wander into the rooms where bachira pulled nagi into, blindly hoping that they’ll be in there. to your chagrin, there were only a few unfamiliar faces spread along the couches, discussing something with a drink in their hand. you ignore the sight of otoya and one of isagi’s friends sitting too close for comfort.

when you walk into the next room, you stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you: nagi leaning against the wall with a stranger who clearly has no distinction of personal space, their hand resting on his chest. your heart plunges the bottom of your stomach as distraught settles within you because of the scene unfolding in front of you, chest churning with a distant ache that you can’t put your finger on.

then he looks over at you.

the instinct to turn around and run overpowers any rational judgement, especially when a flurry of emotions begin to well up inside you, causing you to sink further and further in an ocean of doubt and fear. 

you had no right to be jealous, not over nagi because you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, he’s not really yours and it’s moment like these that truly humble you into remembering. you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his ‘pseudo-partner’, you’re just his-

“-where are you going?” comes an indifferent voice from behind you. all anxiety floods out of you like a broken dam. a warm, large hand tugs on your wrist and even if he had not spoke, you’d know from touch alone that it was nagi behind you. the multitude of times that he’s spent holding you, intertwining his hand with yours, and cherishing you has forced you to brand him into your memory. 

you are his. even if it is not mutual, you would be his until he stomps the fire out.

“i-i thought i was interrupting something,” you stammer, looking into at nagi’s doe eyes.

“you didn’t. actually, you made it better by coming,” he says before wrapping his arms around your torso. “that person wouldn’t leave me alone, such a pain. tried to say i was taken too, so glad you came.”

you return the hug, trusting his words. “glad i came too.”

nagi pulls you out of the water.

“can we leave yet? i don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“just a little longer. i haven’t even seen isagi yet. plus, we should dance.”

he gives you a quick look up and down before nodding in agreement. you smack his shoulder.

you manage to locate isagi rather quickly. he was near the food bar where refreshments and various desserts and snacks laid so after greeting him, wishing him ‘happy birthday’, and chatting with him for approximately five minutes before nagi started getting bitchy, you’re pulled into the dance floor by the white-haired. he said that they were playing a good song when you asked why he was being so impatient.

with a laugh, you give in.

nagi doesn’t really know how to dance but you can’t help but be a little entertained, deciding to end his awkwardness when you grab his hands and lead him through some moves, singing along to the song with each other. it ends with your arms around his neck and his around your waist (again) when a slower song plays. 

hiding your face in his chest, you breathe in the subtle aroma of his cologne that you urged him to put on earlier. when he gently prompts you to look up at him with a hand gently pulling on your hair, your breath gets caught in your throat at the close proximity as nagi stares at your lips, glancing up to meet your eyes again before leaning in.

this time you don’t feel as cruel, bracing yourself for the first sip of water after crossing the desert, for the final puzzle piece clicking into place, for the feeling of his lips slotting against yours; for the feeling of completion. 

instantly you relax at the sensation, melting into his embrace as you hold onto him a little tighter, wanting more. you want to take as much of him as he’ll allow and even then, you’ll cherish every last part.

you want him the same way the ocean longs for the moon.

parting from him makes you feel empty. the lidded look he gives you is full of temptation and… love?

snapping out of your reverie, you step away from him, using his dazed state to create some distance between the two of you as you come to your senses. senses that scream at you for possibly ruining… this. 

you hate that you keep running away from him, leaving him in the dust of the mess that are your feelings. it’s immature, irrational, and downright childish, really it is, but how else can you stop the way you’re about to burst at the seams? how can you stop yourself from devoting yourself fully to nagi seishiro if you don’t forcefully screw the lid over your emotions?

for the second time tonight, the white-haired chases after you because there was never another option. he despises being away from you and despises it even more when it’s him you’re running away from, wanting nothing more than to be by your side at all times.

for the second time tonight, he grabs your wrist but now, he leads you through isagi’s house, weaving through a series of well-kept and simply decorated rooms to finally arrive at a balcony. one that was untouched by the party goers.

“why do you keep doing this?” he asks, pleading for an answer as desperation laces his voice and eyes. “why do you keep running away?”

you’re stunned. he’s hurt by your carelessness and the way you constantly recoil from him as if he was electric, his powerful figure slouching, all his quiet confidence and stubbornness seeping out of him, running to pool at your feet. 

“am i doing something wrong? i thought you liked me.”

“i-i’m confused,” you stammer stupidly. 

he grows even more perplexed. “you’re confused? i’m even more confused! one second i think you like me then the next, you’re trying to avoid me. why do you keep doing this? i really really like you, y/n. but it doesn’t feel like you like me at all sometimes.”

“no!” you blurt out. “it’s not like that! i do like you, a lot, in fact i might even… love you? it’s just…”

as you try to recap the timeline of your relationship in the past few months, you find yourself at a loss for words as you truly realise the multitude of your stupidity. you might slap yourself in the face.

this entire time, nagi has liked you- genuinely liked you for who you are yet you’ve been denying the love he has been trying to share with you since you internalised it all to be a sham. that someone like nagi seishiro couldn’t want you in the same way you wanted him. you’ve been hurting him this entire time and you don’t know how to begin explaining why.

well… no other option than with one word at a time.

you go to grab both his hands, inhaling. “i didn’t think we got together based on genuine feelings.”

he recoils, eyebrows and nose scrunching. 

“i thought you were using me to- i don’t know, trend on the internet by teasing everyone with some sort of secret relationship which sounds so stupid, i know, but i just couldn’t believe that you would want me for me,” you ramble, only stopping to breathe. “these few months have been amazing but i lowkey thought you were going to break up with me and say something like ‘surprise! i’ve never liked you’ before leaving me. i don’t deserve someone like you and-” 

“what?”

you shut up.

“you thought you don’t deserve me? that’s the biggest lie i’ve ever heard. you’re perfect. i was the one that got lucky.”

“lucky? you? really?”

“yeah,” he breathes. “you’re like a gift sent by fate.”

that renders you speechless for a little. there’s more to say, you know there is because of the pregnant silence that lingers around the two of you for a little but maybe that’s for another time. 

are you dreaming? this feels surreal. maybe you’ll start floating too. 

“also, why would i want to trend for any other reason but soccer?”

“i don’t know! you asked me out really abruptly- i’ve never been asked out like that before! talk about confusing. and the paparazzi was waiting for us after too like, what was i supposed to think!”

“i see.”

“yeah.”

more silence.

“so… you love me?” nagi asks and you groan, removing your hands from his to cover your face from embarrassment. 

“i guess i do,” you grumble.

“hey, don’t hide from me,” the white-haired says before grabbing your wrists to lower them from your face. “i love you too.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

“that’s cool.”

“it is.”

you do both of you a favour by kissing him fervently. 

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“sei, shouldn’t you be getting ready for the match or whatever it is you athletes do?” you ask when nagi’s mop of white hair peaks up from behind the door to your physio office.

he steps out from behind the doorframe, crossing the distance to get to you. he’s sporting his blue lock tracksuit with his hands dug into his pocket and you’re a little envious of how comfortable he looks. “i was until i realised you weren’t there. i was waiting for you to show up.”

“well i don’t really have to be there early. i just get there around 20 or so minutes earlier.”

“i see.”

“why, did you want me there or something?” you ask with a cheeky eyebrow raise, poking him in his sides causing him to recoil a little from your touch.

“why else would i walk all this way?”

“a stunning 50 metres- i’m so sorry for your perilous journey,” you comment, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him to set up your box of medical supplies including kinesio tapes, bandages, and cold spray. he slumps down on the waiting couch near the entrance.

your role as blue lock’s official therapist meant that you had to be on standby for the team at all time during official matches. even though you aren’t their nurse, you still bring first aid things like ice packs to minimise the amount of time spent travelling between offices, especially if that distance is not needed. 

after scanning the box for the last time and mentally ticking your checklist of materials required to bring, you pat your leg in satisfaction before standing up. “i can go to the field now. there’s probably tape changes that i need to do.”

nagi lazily grins, searching for your hand to help pull himself up. “yay.”

“you need to be warming up while we’re at it.”

“aw. okay.”

the walk back to the field is painless enough with nagi holding onto your hand for dear life whilst carrying your box of supplies for you. for someone who is about to compete in less than an hour, he is surprisingly calm, hardly different from his passive, pacifistic self. should you be nervous on his behalf?

stepping in to the field, you’re overwhelmed by the enormousness of blue lock’s home stadium, the lights shining down on you so brightly that you need a moment to recollect yourself. to think that all these empty seats will be filled with various people scares you mindless; even vacant it was still overwhelming.

“y/n!” isagi’s voice breaks you out of your reverie and he jogs over to you with that friendly smile of his. “what’s up?”

“hey isagi, sei dragged me out of my office,” you grumble before turning around to the white-haired who places your supplies on the ground, instructing him to: “go continue warming up.”

he grumbles something incoherent, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead before running off, leaving you a little flustered as the dark-haired player waits patiently to talk to you.

“so what’s up?”

“i just needed my ankle to be retaped, is that okay?”

“that is my job so come over,” you say, beckoning isagi to one of the benches nearby where you decide to station yourself for the time being. 

whilst you’re unrolling the adhesive, he awkwardly sits there with his shoe and sock off, exposing his joint where he already you tape it for him. 

“do you want pink or blue tape?” you ask, holding up the two options.

“pink.”

the background noises of athletes shouting and kicking soccer balls fill the silence whilst you cut up the length needed to tape isagi’s ankle.

“how are you and nagi?” he asks.

“we’re good,” you respond, mentally reminding yourself to give isagi a present in exchange for his birthday being the sole reason why your relationship strengthened. “both been busy cause of the season but it’s fine.” 

“that’s okay, you’re making it work!” he reassures, “well, nagi is really happy.”

“is he now?” you ask, looking intently at your hands as they worked around isagi’s ankle, hiding your giddy expression from the soccer player. the effect nagi has on you will never disappear.

“yeah! always talks about you to us.”

“does he?”

“of course, why wouldn’t he? swears you’re the best thing to have happened to him in a long time or whatever.”

your heart warms uncontrollably. nagi seishiro was going to be your downfall. 

finishing up on isagi’s ankle, he tests it out quickly before thanking you and running off again to blend in with his teammates again. ‘don’t work too hard!’ you yell out after him.

after retaping chigiri’s knee, commanding karasu to do his recommended exercises, and other various checkups, the boys are ushered back into the stadium so the audience could begin filing in. before nagi went in, he runs over to you, bundling you in his arms despite the various exclaims of ‘hurry up!’ yelled at your white-haired partner.

“gotta go,” he says breathily.

“wait, shouldn’t you take this off?” you ask, gesturing to your hair tie which sat snugly at his wrist. 

“do i have to?”

“you can always rewear it after the match sei, it’s not a big deal.” 

“fine. i’ll see you soon then.”

you give him a smile of reassurance, hugging him back. “go. i’ll be watching, my superstar.”

his eyes shine. “cheer for me, won’t you?”

“of course i will. i’m your lucky charm,” you tease but he takes your statement quite literally, grinning at what you say which only illuminates the cheery look on his face.

“can my lucky charm give me a kiss?”

cupping his face, you quickly place a peck on his nose before lightly pushing him away. you know the kiss is not good enough to satiate his hunger but perhaps that’s just what you want from him, to try hard for a better reward. and in this case, by trying harder, he would bring home the trophy.

“go line up!” you command. 

nagi grumbles something before stepping away, “i’ll score for you.” 

he dashes towards the stadium entrance, leaving you in a lovesick daze as you watch him retreat. someone clears their throat behind you and you remember where you are, sitting down to preserve some professionalism. 

sitting in the medics corner was scary, especially as you watch every seat getting gradually filled with an onslaught of different people, but all you need to do for the 90 minutes is watch and be attentive to the game and the health of the players. an easy job for the amount of pay you get.

when the teams walks out into the field, everyone in the stands erupt into a roar, waving their various flags and colours. despite the chaos, nagi looks over at you and you blow him a kiss, unsure of whether or not he could actually see you. 

as everything settles down, the match finally begins, starting off with a bang. from time to time you talk with the two other blue lock medics and spend the other moments admiring your boyfriend in his athletic glory.

it’s not until almost halftime that something disastrous happens. when itoshi rin collides face-first into another player, toppling over on the field on top of each other, the crowd erupts into a series of gasps and concerned noises. as the referee’s whistle is called, you three official blue lock staff scramble to the middle of the field where a crowd was gathering around the two, trying to help their soccer players but stepping out of the way when you approach.

“where are you?” one medic begins asking.

“the stadium. we’re in the middle of a match,” comes rin’s gruff tone.

“you are?”

“itoshi rin.”

“how many fingers am i holding up?”

“four.”

“what hurts?”

“my fucking face,” rin snarkily replies, trying to stand up but not making it past his knees as he stumbles a little, holding on to his nose. “shit.”

taking his hand away, there are droplets of red coating his skin and you snake yourself under his arm in order to assist with helping him to the medic’s area, another nurse doing the same. hopefully it’s not serious and he won’t need be to sent to hospital, only benched by ego. which, he was. 

in your panic, you don’t register any of the commotion happening within the players themselves whereas nagi, on the other hand, hears it all clearly. how a player on the team he was playing against says something like ‘look at that cutie. reckon i could cuff ‘em?’ where his friend replies with a ‘yeah dude. seems like a babe to be honest, workin’ as a nurse and shit’, geturing to you.

nagi has never felt such an overwhelming urge to punch someone, to jump the two players and tear them apart with the fury he feels accumulating in his insides.

the whistle to notify that the game was continuing disrupts nagi’s train of thought. he goes back into position but not without snaring at the opposition. 

blue lock seems to be doing fine without their number one player for the remainder of the game; in fact, nagi is practically dominating the whole field as he shoots, earning goals left and right for blue lock. he’s moving with unmatched determination; a blazing kind that you’ve never seen from him despite having seen countless of his games. you wonder what happened to him since rin got injured, where did the calm, unbothered nagi go? why are you kind of scared of your boyfriend right now?

maybe your good luck kiss worked in giving him the boost you predicted.

however, you never could have predicted the huge turnaround that your life would take when nagi’s jealousy gets too ahead of itself. when his urge to show the world whose you are outspeaks his rationality, too caught up in the torments of untamed jealousy. he’s never felt this way before; a carnal desire so inherent that it makes him feel bare.

only you could do this to him.

and only you could fix the ugly monster inside him

when blue lock scores the goal needed to take the trophy home, the stadium is deafening, so loud that you need to cover your ears from the unrestrained passion of fans and watchers alike, the buzz of excitement unmatched. 

nagi is awarded man of the match, taking home a shiny trophy in recognition of his athleticism and remarkable talents. yet the first thing he does when taking his prize is not rush over to his teammates and… do whatever it is that men do, but to run over to where you reside, a possessive and dark look in his eyes. it sends shivers down your spine. 

he sweeps you into his arms, winding you so close that you can feel the body heat radiating from him, even through the fabric of his jersey. the trophy presses against your back.

“can i kiss you?” nagi questions although it sounds more like a demand, especially with that breathy voice due to how much he’s been running around.

short circuiting for a moment, you reply: “but everyone’s watching.”

“let them.”

you’re well aware of the multitude of cameras that may be pointed at you and nagi. if you act stupidly, it will appear on the internet and who knows what repercussions it might bring, are you ready to be thrown into a life of chaos, joining alongside your boyfriend?

the answer is obvious when you take the initiative of kissing him, allowing him to devour you whole: his first act of establishing just exactly who you were to the entire world.

you adore how scandalous this feels.

his second act comes mere minutes later at the exit where paparazzi and media were waiting patiently behind barriers for their star players. this time, instead of leaving alone or with his teammates, there’s an unidentified figure accompanying him, hugged close to his side and proudly wearing his jersey. the very one that boasts ‘NAGI’ along the back. everything descends into chaos. 

an immense feeling of deja vu encompasses you when you recall the day nagi asked you out and the overwhelming lineup of paparazzi and photographers that waited for him outside. it’s different now. you feel confident in your place beside nagi, looking perfect to him in his clothes- as if you were meant to be his.

nagi walks in front of you to use his stature to protect from the greedy eyes of the internet whilst you use your hands to cover your face as best as possible, all to ensure your privacy from those who are going to eat these photos up when they see them. 

and- well, if everyone is going to see them then why not send a little message whilst nagi’s here?

the kiss nagi sneaks on your neck is entirely proprietorial, a clear sign of affection for the whole world to see as he eyes the cameras with a deadly look in his eyes. 

“mine,” he mutters in your ear, sending one last glare over his shoulder before disappearing from their nosiness and intruding flashes.

the cameras can see your hair tie that slips up when his sleeves are tugged too short.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your notifications are rampant the next morning, mostly because of friends, and ‘#nagi seishiro’ has taken the internet by storm once again.

this feeling of anxiety settling in your stomach will never go away whenever you check social media to see if any of your information has been leaked and by whatever miracle, you’re absolutely relieved to see that nothing drastic has been revealed.

speaking of boyfriend, nagi stirs from where he lays beside you, stretching for a moment before patting the bed in search for your warmth. 

shutting off your phone and putting it down, you watch him try to locate you, unable to stop the smile from stretching at the corner of your lips. he’s adorable. even more so when he has to open one eye because his instincts were failing him.

“oh. why are you awake?” he asks groggily, still adjusting to consciousness. nagi tries to sit up to rest on his elbows only to fail miserably and fall face-first into his lush pillow.

“body clock,” you say. you’ll talk about yesterday later. right now, it was just you and him and the soft glow of the sun saying good morning.

“turn it off and go back to sleep.”

“fine.”

“c’mere,” nagi beckons you over weakly, hands reaching for your figure but falling short due to the enormous size of his bed.

it’s not like nagi to splurge on things but it is like him to splurge on getting the most comfortable bed ever, so when he demands you to fall back asleep, how could you say no when it feels like napping on a cloud? and with your adorable boyfriend? some things in life come too easy.

shuffling back towards him, he’s quick to throw an arm and a leg around you, trapping you in. 

“my body hurts,” whines nagi. “so much.”

“what do you want me to do about that?”

“massage later, please?” 

“is that all i am to you?” you question teasingly whilst rubbing hearts into his skin.

“maybe,” he sings.

astounded, you give him your best look of betrayal. “we’re breaking up.”

“no, don’t do that,” nagi pleads, hugging you closer as if you were going to get up from his vice grip in the first place. “don’t be mean.”

“oh sure because i’m the mean one,” you joke as he burrows his head into your neck. instinctively, your hands card through his hair, extra soft from washing it last night. after a moment of silence, you speak up. “you’re trending again because of me so just remember that what i said about our fame-grabbing relationship was true.”

“i didn’t mean for that to happen. i’m just too good,” he takes his head out of your neck, doe eyes looking up at you with heart wrenching awe. “and i love you too much to hide it.”

you pat his cheek, unable to stop a wide, dreamy smile from appearing on your face. “go back to sleep.”

“‘k. goodnight.” the second nagi’s head hits his pillow, he’s out like a light. 

it’s a little surreal to be wrapped in his embrace like this, to be able to gaze at his features so closely and unabashedly whilst his arms extend to mould you into him. even being as close as humanly possible isn’t enough for nagi who has an unlimited desire for more, at all times. 

if it’s you he wants, then you’ll happily grant it.

the last thing you see before falling into a deep slumber is a hair tie that lies on his bedside table.

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sweet tooth // yaku morisuke

tw ⇢ mutual pining, kitchen sex, food play, teasing, grinding, dry humping, nipple play, squirting, unprotected sex, begging, dirty talk

wc ⇢ 8k

From the moment Yaku first laid eyes on you, he was instantly captivated by the dichotomy of raw sin and sugary sweet innocence you seemed to effortlessly embody.

The cocky smirk curling those plump lips as you confidently strode up to the rowdy players promised endless sparks of mouthing off and defiant provocation. But coupled with the unmistakable flush of bashfulness tinting your cheeks and the slightly nervous bob of your throat as you drank them all in, it made for a dangerously alluring contradiction Yaku hadn't stood a chance against.

From that very first crackling moment, a reckless spark had been inadvertently lit within the compact libero's depths. One that progressively burned hotter and brighter with every subsequent sassing comeback or sidelong glimpse of thighs that went on for miles beneath those gloriously tiny athletic shorts you always wore.

Yaku wasn't oblivious to the open secret spreading amongst his teammates regarding his increasingly transparent preoccupation with the team's feisty manager. The way his gaze would linger a beat too long whenever you bent over with your hands braced on those glorious legs to shout drills or encouragement. Or how he always seemed to find himself drifting closer into your personal space than strictly necessary whenever you were riled up mid-rant, just to better breathe in the intoxicatingly sweet fragrance of your shampoo.

To their endless amusement, Yaku made virtually no effort towards maintaining any plausible deniability where his budding fixation upon you was involved. If anything, the reckless little devil mushrooming to life in his thoughts actively delighted in indulging your responsibly oblivious presence at every turn.

Whether it was lingering too long in locker room spaces as you bent over or carelessly stripped out of sweat-soaked workout gear. Or taking any and every available opportunity to deliver filthy, sotto-voce commentary about the various duties those lush lips and honeyed tongue could be put to if properly motivated. Yaku positively reveled in stoking those reckless flames licking hungrily at the edge of his subconscious restraint whenever you were around.

You, for your part, maintained a steadfast obliviousness towards the building storm of affected innocence clashing with sin Yaku was rapidly spiraling into around you. At least, on the surface level. Behind the warm, perpetually-flustered smiles and doe-eyed blinks you tossed his way, often in response to whatever deliciously-filthy innuendo he'd lobbed in your direction, lurked the faintest suspicion that you weren't quite as ignorant to his motives as you pretended.

There was simply no mistaking the way your eyes seemed to unconsciously trail after Yaku whenever he was bounding around the gym in those almost criminally complimentary shorts, all sinewy power and effortless grace. Or how you lingered far longer than necessary whenever bending alongside him to strap on those thin knee-pads that always strained so deliciously against his compact, muscular thighs...

It had been building towards an explosive precipice with each heated exchange and lingering look shared between you. Every snarky comeback or pointed flirtation you shamelessly tossed his way like gasoline on an inferno stoked the flames raging brighter and hotter inside Yaku. Before long, he knew the rationing threads of restraint dividing you would finally reach their breaking point under the sheer weight of that defiantly unchecked friction.

Which was likely why, on this particular endless night of the training camp from hell, found Yaku tossing and turning madly amidst a sweaty cocoon of tangled sheets and steadily spiraling frustration. The guttural chorus of Lev's foghorn snores didn't help matters, swiftly proving to be more grating than usual against Yaku's already frayed composure.

Rolling over with a muttered curse, he punched his pillow aggressively into a new configuration — only to immediately encounter your slumbering figure mere inches to his left. There you were, silky locks tousled into an adorably rumpled halo around your peaceful features and thin cotton top riding up to reveal a tantalizing strip of toned midriff.

Yaku swallowed hard against the instinctive flare of heat that molten glimpse ignited low in his belly. Even when utterly unconscious to the world, you possessed a gravity he could never resist getting drawn into for long. His heated stare traced the gentle rise and fall of your ribs as you breathed deeply, sweeping across the subtle curves that never failed to leave him lightheaded whenever glimpsed up close.

With a low, ragged exhalation, Yaku carefully eased up onto one elbow so he could better drink in your reposeful visage. In this unguarded state, the soft pout of your lips he'd daydreamed about far too often was somehow even more unforgivably lush and kissable than usual...

"Fuck," he growled beneath his breath as shameless want insisted on swirling molten paths through his already overheated veins. How many more times could he reasonably keep diving into those hazy fantasies of simply pinning you to the mattress and waking you with filthy, rough indulgence without going utterly mad?

Yaku forcibly dragged his gaze away from your peacefully slumbering form with a harsh inhalation. He couldn't keep torturing himself like this - drinking in every inadvertent temptation your softened features and subtly exposed skin provided. Lingering too long in that molten spiral would inevitably have disastrous consequences he wasn't nearly reckless enough to indulge just yet.

With a muttered curse, he carefully extricated himself from the sweat-dampened tangle of sheets, trying his best not to disturb your gentle rhythms of sleep. Yaku swept an admittedly hungrier look over the siren's visage you presented one last time before tearing himself away to make a hasty retreat. If he didn't find a way to douse these reckless flames flickering in his veins soon, he'd end up doing something unforgivably stupid before the long night was through.

The empty kitchen provided a much-needed oasis of relative serenity as Yaku slouched into one of the rickety wooden chairs with a groan. Trying to focus solely on the harsh rasp of his inhalations, he wrestled to shove all lingering thoughts of you from his fevers consciousness. It was pathetic how easily one flash of toned skin or glimpse of softened lips was enough to derail his composure into a tailspin of obscenities these days.

Before he could berate himself further down that spiral, a sudden muffled thump from the other room had Yaku tensing like a coiled viper. He immediately recognized the intruding sound for what it was - the telltale giveaway of you inevitably giving up on restful sleep in favor of seeking out nocturnal indulgences of your own.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the kitchen door swung open to reveal your disheveled form padding inside - clad in an obscenely thin cotton tank and minuscule sleep shorts Yaku was convinced were little more than strategically-sewn blasphemy. The sight of you immediately derailed any tenuous grasp he'd managed to reclaim over his embered preoccupations in one harsh, stuttering breath.

"Thought I was the only one struggling with insomnia tonight," he heard himself remarking in a tone purposefully pitched to get your hackles rising. Anything to redirect attention away from the way his stare had immediately zeroed in on the sight of your cute nipples straining against your top.

You startled slightly at the low rumble of his voice unexpectedly filling the quiet before those luminous eyes blinked and focused in on him with a spark of adorable disgruntlement flickering to life there. Yaku's lips twitched in barely restrained humor at your trademark pout already taking formation - so easily riled even in your most softened, unguarded states.

"Don't act like you're shocked to find me raiding the kitchen for sweets at this hour," you shot back in a dry, snippy tone that never failed to stoke the flames of Yaku's want higher. "Pretty sure everyone on the team knows my late night cravings by now."

You punctuated those words by plucking a fresh bottle of chocolate sauce from the pantry and deliberately popping open the cap with a pointed look of challenge as if daring Yaku to comment further. His heavy-lidded gaze followed every flex and nuance of your movements with laser-sharp focus - from the way your hips canted in that subtly exaggerated sway he recognized as reflexive flirtation, to how your delicate throat bobbed with an audible swallow of anticipation.

"I could say something about you being an absolute sugar fiend," he mused aloud, voice low and rough with meaning. "But then again, I already knew how rampant those particular...'sweet tooths' of yours tend to get whenever I'm around."

The bold implication in his graveled observation hung heavily between you for a long, smoldering moment. Yaku could pinpoint the exact second his provocative insinuation truly landed based on the sudden flush staining those soft, rounded cheeks a bewitching pink.

"You...I..." you stammered faintly, any and all attempts to regain control over the heated situation utterly derailed in the wake of his suggestive rejoinder. Yaku felt his core tighten with a heady rush of dark victory as he continued to drink in your molten response.

"Don't strain anything trying to come up with a clever comeback to throw at me, beautiful," he practically purred, basking in the sight of you rendered breathless and wanting before him. "We both know you've got a very...specific appetite that's been getting harder and harder to properly satisfy lately."

He made a great show of languidly drinking in the sight of you, heated stare undressing every subtle twitch and squirm your body presented beneath the thin cotton fabrics. His tongue swept out unhurriedly to wet his lower lip, the unconscious display of sinful indulgence making your breath hitch audibly.

"Although..." Yaku rumbled at last in a thick, viscous rasp that immediately robbed you of any plausible ability to deflect or retreat. "If you're really that desperate for something sweet on your tongue, I'd be happy to start with a few...suggestions on learning to appreciate different flavors first."

The thick, charged silence that fell between you after Yaku's brazen innuendo was suffocating. You could only gape at him, lips parted around some half-formed rejoinder you couldn't quite vocalize through the dizzying spiral of inappropriate thoughts now ricocheting through your consciousness.

Yaku merely arched one eyebrow in a perfect facade of casualness even as those sharp, watchful eyes missed nothing of your overwrought response to his suggestion. He seemed to thrive off your stunned silence, lips curving in a slow, predatory smirk as he languidly raked his searing stare over your frozen form once more.

"What's the matter, beautiful?" he drawled in that same low, gravel-rough timbre that set every nerve ending alight. "You're usually so eager to run that smart little mouth at me. Don't tell me I've actually managed to render you speechless for once."

His words landed like a physical blow, igniting a fresh blaze of defiance that momentarily allowed you to find your voice through the smoldering haze of Want clouding your thoughts.

"You wish," you countered, proud at how your tone only wavered slightly as you struggled to regain some sense of higher footing. "I'm just trying to decide if indulging your clearly impaired sweet tooth for attention is really worth the inevitable indigestion it's bound to cause me."

The thinly-veiled barb seemed to delight Yaku rather than deter him, if the wicked glint that flickered through his heavy-lidded stare was any indication. He cocked his head slightly to the side in an almost curious manner, clearly entertaining himself by drinking in your every heated micro-expression.

"Well now, that kind of conviction simply demands I make my case as persuasively as possible, doesn't it?" he murmured, voice dropping into an impossibly lower register that seemed to vibrate straight through you in delicious waves.

You couldn't quite repress the full-body shiver that lashed down your limbs in response to his words. Yaku's darkening gaze followed the slight tremor greedily, clearly savoring whatever responsiveness you were unwillingly broadcasting in the face of his continued provocation.

"So by all means, go ahead and partake in that 'impaired sweet tooth' of yours to your heart's content," he continued smoothly, gesturing at the chocolate syrup bottle you still clutched with white-knuckle force. "Just don't be surprised when those empty indulgences leave you feeling...unsatisfied and craving something with a bit more substance instead."

The heated innuendo hung thickly between you as Yaku's stare slowly trailed down your torso in a pointed, covetous perusal. You felt abruptly, acutely naked beneath that blazing regard despite the thin cotton providing scant coverage. Every square inch of exposed skin now seemed to tingle with heightened awareness, as if hypersensitive to any and all possibilities of indecent exploration looming in Yaku's simmering depths.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from the sheer concentrated heat radiating off your teammate in palpable waves. Unwanted fantasies of him slowly advancing with that dark, leonine intensity he always exuded began flashing like strobelights behind your eyelids. Of those rough, calloused palms coasting over fevered flesh in sinful reclamation as he growled velvet persuasions for you to abandon your sweet but ultimately hollow vices at last...

The undertow of that reckless temptation seemed to strengthen with every labored inhale you struggled against. Yaku looked utterly unrepentant for the blatant provocation and disruption he was gleefully inflicting - too clearly intoxicated by the reactions he instigated to consider doing anything but doubling down at this point.

He cocked an eyebrow at you, the picture of sinful arrogance as if silently demanding you make the next escalating move now that your temporary composure had crumbled around you. You could only gape at him for another infinite heartbeat, utterly mesmerized and wanting despite your best efforts.

Finally, you managed a shaky inhalation in a bid to steady your wildly derailed restraint. Eyes sparking challenge, you lifted the bottle of chocolate syrup to your parted lips and deliberately swiped your tongue through the glistening ring around the opening in a display of brazen, molten taunt you refused to back away from now...

Yaku visibly stilled at your bold action, the sudden hitch of his indrawn breath audible even from across the small kitchen. You held his smoldering stare unwaveringly as you slowly, deliberately dragged your tongue through the sticky syrup once more - openly savoring the rich, decadent flavor with transparently exaggerated relish.

The fleeting glimpse of your pink tongue flickering out to chase every last indulgent droplet seemed to root Yaku to the spot momentarily. You watched his throat work convulsively as he swallowed hard, ravenous focus now entirely centered on the lush movements of your lips and mouth.

Encouraged by his rapt attentions, you allowed your eyes to hood with deliberate suggestion as you traced the chocolate-slicked contours of your lower lip with the very tip of your index finger. A low, rough exhalation finally stuttered from Yaku at the overtly provocative display.

"Now who's the one aching to indulge an impaired sweet tooth..." he rasped out at last, the words emerging slightly strained beneath the undisguised want bleeding into his tone.

You simply hummed low acknowledgment without breaking the heated tableau. Holding his burning stare captive, you brought the same sinfully sticky fingertip up to hover a hairsbreadth from your parted lips. A fleeting moment of challenge passed between you before your tongue darted out to lave the chocolate in one long, indecent glide.

Yaku made a strangled noise low in his throat that could have been either anguish or rapture at the sight. His hands flexed convulsively at his sides, as if only barely restraining himself from surging across the short distance separating you at that very instant. You couldn't resist delivering one final, molten prod while you held the advantage of his immobilization.

"I don't know...you seemed pretty adamant about helping me explore some new flavors just now," you responded at last, pitching your voice into a gravelly drawl dripping with sin. "You'd better not be losing your stomach for a challenge already, Yaku-san. We're just getting started on developing my...palette."

The final syrupy endearment landed like a physical blow based on the way Yaku's pupils blew wide at the sound. You watched his chest expand with an indrawn hiss of pure incendiary restraint barely leashed as every sinewy muscle ratcheted taut. For one dizzying, suspended moment you thought he might actually detonate past the limits of his control.

Instead, with what seemed like a Herculean force of effort, Yaku peeled his heavy-lidded stare away from your deliberately provocative display long enough to rake a harsh hand through his disheveled hair. The strands seemed to catch fire beneath the low kitchen lighting, highlighting the stark lines of his jawline and throat in a way that had you abruptly struggling for your next rasping inhale.

"Is that what you think this is?" he growled at last in a low, dangerous timbre vibrating with blatant accusation. "Just some infantile game of trying to rattle the other into caving first?"

Refusing to be cowed, you simply arched one brow in cool challenge - the very picture of feigned disaffected composure despite your thundering pulse.

"If that's how you want to play it," was all you murmured in response. The silky words hung thickly between you, loaded with all manners of salacious subtext and yet more layers of audacious temptation still left to explore if Yaku dared.

His burnished gaze snapped back to yours at the low, heated rejoinder like a physical craving to indulge whatever new escalations of sinful behavior you seemed prepped to deliver. The rapid rise and fall of his compact chest made it abundantly clear just how thoroughly he was struggling beneath the growing strain of your taunting provocations and bold displays - despite every desperate attempt at maintaining a veneer of restraint.

"You're treading some seriously dangerous ground here, beautiful," Yaku growled in low, grating warning that only seemed to summon a fresh ripple of gooseflesh across your limbs. "Keep pushing those buttons and see what you end up unraveling. I won't be held responsible for whatever delicious ruination you end up craving and begging for next."

The molten promise blazing in Yaku's stare as he issued that low warning sent a delirious shiver cascading down your spine. You could practically taste the undercurrent of restrained wanting vibrating in every husky rasp of his voice as it curled around your senses in dizzying waves.

Refusing to be intimidated, you met that banked intensity with a deliberate arch of one brow - an audacious, unspoken challenge for him to back up the dark delicacies his words seemed to vow. Instead of flinching from the provocation, the razor-edged smirk curving Yaku's lips simply deepened further.

"When she asks to play with fire..." he murmured beneath his breath in a tone rife with sin and foreboding weight.

Then, before you could fully process his next intentions, Yaku had snatched the bottle of chocolate syrup from your suddenly lax fingers and proceeded to upend it over his palm in one smooth, unhurried pour. The thick, velvety sauce gushed forth in an obscenely suggestive deluge, rapidly pooling and dripping between the parted vee of his compact fingers in sinfully languid rivulets.

Your breath stuttered to a halt in your lungs as you watched that rich indulgence cascade so wantonly over Yaku's calloused skin. The sweetly cloying aroma of dark cocoa and vanilla suddenly felt utterly cloying in the hushed kitchen as it washed over your heightened senses in dizzying waves. You swallowed hard, mouth gone abruptly dry as your stare followed the sticky rivers of chocolate slowly painting intricate paths down Yaku's wrist and forearm.

When the bottle was nearly half empty, Yaku simply tossed it aside carelessly - utterly unconcerned by anything beyond the molten tableau he'd so flagrantly staged between you now. Your eyes traced helplessly over the mesmerizing crimson of his tongue darting out to lave up an errant drip trailing down towards the sensitive skin of his inner elbow.

"Well then?" he prompted at last in a low, gravel-rough rasp that raised tingles across your feverish skin. "You wanted my help learning to appreciate different...flavors, didn't you?"

You managed a shaky inhale that did precious little to steady your rapidly spiraling comprehension. But there was no denying the feral, depraved promise burning in those blown amber irises now. Or the blatant, undisguised invitation being extended in the form of Yaku's shamelessly chocolate-slicked forearm held out before you in unrepentant dare.

Another scant pause stretched out between you as your hammering pulse thundered in your ears. Yaku said nothing, didn't shift from his silent issuing of temptation and the unapologetic dare simmering in every taut line of his compact frame.

Finally, as if in dreamy slow motion, you felt your body leaning forward of its own volition - every synapse seeming to bend and gravitate towards the delicious possibilities spread so unforgivably before you. Yaku held himself utterly still except to track your approach with heavy-lidded promise darkening his gaze all the more.

Your knees nearly buckled as the first molten waves of cocoa hit your senses at true proximity. The intoxicating fragrance of indulgence washed over your tongue in near tactile caresses, coaxing a broken whimper of pure, unabashed yearning from between your parted lips that Yaku clearly savored.

In the next breath, you found yourself instinctively reaching up to fist around that sticky, messy wrist to steady your rapidly derailing control. You choked down a fresh guttural noise of approval, practically vibrating with need as your fingers sank into the rich, heated glide of warm chocolate.

Your gaze cut higher to find Yaku watching you through a smoldering look that managed to appear both victorious and rapacious in equal measures. His own chest rose and fell rapidly now, each panted exhalation sending another dizzying waft of that heady cocoa scent swirling between you.

"Go ahead..." he rasped in a rough, viscous invitation that veritably dripped molten sin. "Take your first taste, beautiful. Show me how much you hunger for this indulgence I'm offering up."

Whether it was the heated endearment, the gravel-rough timbre, or simply every last thread of your restraint finally snapping fully, you couldn't be certain. But in the next breath, you found yourself finally closing those last scant inches to hungrily chase the first sinful trail of chocolate with your questing tongue.

You couldn't tear your eyes away as Yaku slowly, deliberately brought that chocolate-slicked forearm towards his lips. Your breath caught at the sinful sight of his pink tongue darting out to swipe through the mess of melted syrup in one torturously languid glide.

A low, guttural rumble of approval reverberated up from his chest as Yaku clearly savored the rich, decadent notes bursting over his palate. His hooded gaze remained locked onto yours throughout, silently daring you to do the same - to fully give in and indulge the reckless want coursing between you.

Unable to resist the blatant temptation any longer, you imitated his unhurried motions and leaned in to chase the next molten trail of chocolate with your own questing tongue. The thick, velvety confection seemed to explode over your senses as your laved up every lingering indulgence painted across Yaku's flexing forearm.

An incendiary growl rumbled up from the compact libero as he watched your every brazen indulgence through eyes blazing with naked hunger. You found yourself pushing closer into the scant space between you, craving that unbearable heat radiating off his solid frame as much as the addictive taste coating your tongue.

On instinct, your glide of exploration eventually led to your mouths grazing in a ghost of tantalizing friction that had you both stuttering out harsh exhales of pure yearning. The sweet remnants mingled between you in a rapturous burst of sin-steeped sensation that threatened to obliterate any remaining restraint in a supernova of unleashed wanting.

There was a pregnant pause where you remained suspended in that breathless new proximity, dilated pupils locked and daring the other to finally shatter control and fully surrender to the storm of indecency you'd spent so long stoking together. Yaku was the one who moved first - his free hand snapping up to fist in your hair as he growled your name in a voice made viscous and drugged by unveiled lust.

In the next searing moment, he had captured your pliant mouth in a branding kiss that quickly shed any remaining veneers of propriety as your desperate whimpers of approval spurred him into rapacious overdrive. With molten indulgence now comingling between your dancing tongues, the final threads of resistance swiftly liquified as you gave yourselves over to the maelstrom of aching rapture neither could resist any longer.

As your fevered explorations reached dizzying new heights, Yaku suddenly pulled back just far enough to catch his ragged breath. His eyes were utterly incandescent, burning with naked possession and dark promise as he drank in your thoroughly debauched state.

Without breaking that searing connection, he reached over and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup he'd hastily discarded earlier. You watched with thirsty fascination as he leisurely drizzled a fresh sinful rivulet over the map of your collarbones left exposed and glistening with a sheen of exertion.

"So greedy for those indulgences," Yaku rumbled in a voice gone low and grave-rough with restrained sin. "Let's see if we can find a few other spots to properly appreciate my favorite flavors, hmm?"

You whimpered faintly at the naked provocation vibrating through his words. But any coherent response swiftly shattered as Yaku brought the bottle higher, allowing the next velvety stream of chocolate to slowly drip and pool over your kiss-swollen bottom lip in a display so shamelessly indecent, you nearly combusted on the spot.

A searing whine escaped you as you instinctively surged up in pursuit of that fresh, cloying richness painted so tauntingly across your mouth. But Yaku simply tsked in mild rebuke, deftly snatching your chin between his thumb and forefinger to hold you immobile.

"Not so fast, beautiful," he growled in reprimand as you squirmed in delirious provocation. "You wanted me to teach you patience when it comes to savoring these long-neglected cravings of yours. So why don't you show me how well you can hold that delicious stillness while I reacquaint that sweet tooth of yours properly..."

On the last few words, Yaku deliberately angled your jaw to better expose the tantalizing rivulets of chocolate now streaking down over the curves of your chin. Then, with agonizing leisure, he began tracing every sticky, sinful path with the rough swipe of his tongue in a glide of unhurried reclamation.

You cried out sharply at the first molten connection, desperation and sheer blinding rapture swiftly liquifying what little sanity remained between you. All that existed in that heated vortex was the exquisite lap of Yaku's questing mouth against your flushed skin as he thoroughly indulged every smear of sweetness left glistening there.

By the time he finally reached your syrup-slicked lips once more, you were utterly undone—boneless and whimpering as a new conflagration of want roared to insatiable life throughout your veins. Yaku seemed to delight in your rapturous unraveling, a low predatory growl of satisfaction rumbling up from his chest as his piercing gaze finally met your own again.

"That's it, beautiful..." he rasped in a tone made viscous and drugged by unveiled lust. "Give in to those depraved little cravings you've been denying for far too long now..."

With those molten words ringing in your ears, Yaku sealed his mouth back over yours and proceeded to kiss the very air from your lungs. Any remaining sense of decency or inhibition burned up in the blistering wake of his ravenous, unapologetic claiming.

You felt his strong hands roughly gripping your hips, hauling you up until you were straddling his firm thighs with a keening whine. Those same sinful palms swiftly slid around to knead greedily at your ass as he proceeded to grind your clothed pussy against his straining erection.

A broken groan escaped you at the feel of him —hard and thick and demanding all manner of unapologetic ruination— pressing incessantly against the slick heat throbbing between your legs.

Yaku's answering growl of appreciation reverberated deep within his chest as you instinctively rocked against him again. The friction and pressure was dizzying in the wake of your fevered explorations thus far, rendering you even more lightheaded and desperate than before.

"Fuck," Yaku hissed against the slick curve of your jawline. His calloused palms continued their ruthless exploration as he rutted against you, the thin layers of cotton and elastic between you providing little barrier against the molten pleasure already ratcheting tighter and hotter in your core.

"Such a filthy little thing, aren't you?" he murmured in a gravelly rasp, nipping sharply at the tender juncture between your throat and collarbone. "All that teasing and taunting, only to unravel the second I make good on those threats of defiling you right here on the kitchen floor."

A broken sob tore free at the dark, decadent images his words conjured up. You clung to him even harder, arching your spine in a way that had him cursing and grinding harder still.

"I think this might just be a bigger sweet tooth than I originally thought..." Yaku husked, punctuating the statement by abruptly pinching and twisting the pert nipple straining against the thin fabric of your tank top.

The sharp edge of pain instantly ricocheted down your torso, sending another bolt of white-hot pleasure crashing through your veins. You whimpered, grinding yourself against him in frantic search of some relief from the pressure mounting and mounting within you.

"Yaku..." you managed to choke out between labored breaths. "Yaku, please..."

His answering smirk was downright salacious, a sinfully arrogant twist of his lips that made you want to simultaneously beg and bite. Without a word, he reached over to grab the half-empty chocolate syrup bottle.

You swallowed hard at the blatant intent flickering in his gaze as he tipped the decadent sauce in a slow drizzle down the column of your throat and beyond. Yaku watched the dark rivulets slide over and below the cotton material still concealing your chest, the molten hunger blazing in his eyes making you whimper and writhe with need.

"What do you say, beautiful?" he purred in a tone that immediately had you melting further beneath his ravenous attention. "Want me to get you messy and sticky and properly indulge your appetite for my favorite flavors?"

You couldn't find the strength to reply verbally, too consumed by the sight of him watching you with such shameless intent and desire. But Yaku clearly saw enough affirmation in your wrecked expression and the way you arched your spine in blatant offering.

In the next instant, he had shoved the flimsy hem of your tank top up to expose your bare, heaving chest. Then, without further preamble, Yaku proceeded to pour a fresh, sticky river of chocolate straight over the curves of your breasts.

You cried out harshly at the feel of those sweet rivulets cascading over sensitive flesh and peaked nipples. Yaku made a low, guttural noise of appreciation as he watched the sinful indulgence coating every dip and swell.

Before you could fully process his intentions, Yaku was surging forward to drag his warm, rough tongue in a languid stripe over one breast. You swore aloud, fisting one hand in his hair as he proceeded to trace the same path with deliberate slowness.

He made sure to collect every last drop of syrup left glistening on your flushed skin, the sinfully decadent glide of his mouth making you writhe and whimper beneath the onslaught. Yaku's answering hum of approval reverberated through every nerve ending, his lips and teeth soon following as he proceeded to suck and bite at the sensitive bud in ways that had you gasping and writhing against him.

Your fingers dug even harder into the thick locks of his hair, holding him in place as you ground against the thick length of his arousal still pressing so insistently against you. The combination of his wicked, talented mouth and the pressure building within was quickly sending you spiraling towards the edge of oblivion.

Just when you were sure the sensory overload was going to consume you entirely, Yaku finally tore his mouth away from your chest with a ragged growl. Your breath hitched at the sight of him, cheeks flushed and eyes blown wide with pure, unrepentant lust.

"Don't move," he growled at last, the command reverberating straight through you in a shuddering ripple. Without breaking eye contact, Yaku reached over and upended the bottle once more.

A sharp gasp escaped you at the feel of those molten waves sliding over and around your other breast, pooling in the dip of your cleavage and trickling lower still. You could only stare in helpless fascination as Yaku watched the rich, cloying confection slowly painting your body in an obscenely lavish display.

You swore as his free hand came up to tweak and roll the nipple he'd so recently devoured. Yaku's answering rumble of approval was pure, unrepentant sin.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, almost absently. "Gonna lick up every last drop, then fill you up with something much richer and sweeter."

On the last words, Yaku was surging forward to capture the other stiff peak between his lips once more. Your fingers clenched and flexed against his scalp, the sensation of him lapping and suckling at you while simultaneously rutting against your dripping center nearly obliterating any lingering sense of self.

You could only cling to him, whimpering and whining as the pleasure built and built until it became impossible to ignore. Just when you were sure your heart might give out entirely, Yaku wrenched his mouth away with a harsh curse.

"Shit...that's it, beautiful," he groaned, the gravel-rough sound of his voice only ratcheting your own desperation higher. "Ride my cock until you come. Don't stop, not even when you're screaming my name and begging for more."

Yaku's filthy command sent you barreling towards the razor's edge in the space of a single heartbeat. Without further prompting, you began grinding and rolling your hips against his own in frantic, uncoordinated pursuit of that blessed release hovering just out of reach.

"Fuck, just like that," Yaku growled, voice going strained and thready as his grip on your hips tightened to bruising force. "Let me see you fall apart. Want to watch you come for me, all wet and desperate and aching to get fucked."

You let out a strangled cry, the last threads of control rapidly unraveling. Yaku was still rutting against you with renewed fervor, the hard ridge of his cock pressing so insistently against the soaked fabric clinging to your core.

"Fuck, beautiful," he ground out, sounding equally undone. "You're dripping, I can feel you soaking through the material. You gonna soak my cock, too? Gonna show me how much you ache for this indulgence?"

Your only response was a high, keening whine, the sensations coursing through you reaching fever pitch as you desperately chased that precipice hovering just out of reach. It wasn't until the telltale tingles began radiating up and down your limbs that you finally surrendered to the inevitable.

"Yaku," you sobbed, clutching at his shoulders and hair as if he were the only solid ground left amidst the maelstrom. "Yaku, I'm close, I'm so fucking close—"

He cut off your delirious litany with a branding kiss, swallowing your cries of release and sending you plummeting into a blinding supernova of oblivion as the orgasm tore through you. The white-hot rapture pulsed through your veins in a blistering torrent, reducing you to a boneless, whimpering mess as gush after scalding gush of your juices sprayed out of your cunt like a geyser.

Yaku's answering growl of approval reverberated through every inch of you in a dizzying rush. You could barely breathe, much less respond to his filthy praise and demands for you to continue riding him, chasing every last drop of the sweet, sinful climax he'd coaxed from you.

Eventually, the last tremors faded, leaving you to collapse weakly against Yaku's chest and heaving torso. His arms came around you instinctively, pulling you close and stroking along your back as you both struggled to regain your equilibrium.

"Fucking hell, beautiful..." he husked at last, the rough, breathless rasp of his voice sending shivers rippling down your spine all over again. "That was the hottest, filthiest thing I've ever witnessed."

You couldn't resist the small, sated smile tugging at your lips as you slowly lifted your head to meet his blazing amber stare. Yaku's lips were parted, cheeks still flushed and pupils blown wide as he watched you with an expression that was both reverent and ravenous.

"You didn't finish yet, though," you murmured, shifting against him deliberately until you could feel the hard, unyielding length of his erection pressing against the soaked fabric of your shorts once more.

Yaku hissed at the contact, the muscles of his stomach contracting involuntarily as his fingers reflexively clenched around the soft curves of your ass. "It's alright," he managed to grind out between clenched teeth. "We can take care of that later, once we're upstairs and—"

You cut off his words by leaning forward and capturing his bottom lip between your teeth. A low groan reverberated up from deep within his chest, the sound turning to a low rumble of satisfaction as you proceeded to suck and nip the plush curve until he was squirming beneath you.

"I can feel how much you're throbbing," you murmured, dragging your mouth down the stubbled line of his jaw. "And you were so deliciously good at making me come. Can't you let me return the favor and properly appreciate you now, too?"

Yaku's breathing audibly hitched, his hands reflexively flexing around your ass in a way that made you shiver.

"I didn't do it to earn any favors," he finally growled, the gravel-rough sound shooting straight between your thighs. "And if you keep trying to persuade me like that, I won't be responsible for what happens next."

You simply hummed in response, tracing the curve of his earlobe with your tongue. "Oh, I'm well aware. You've already made me a bit of a sticky mess, after all. Only seems fair to clean up that last indulgence and show you how thoroughly appreciative I am for everything you've given me tonight."

There was a moment of weighted silence, punctuated only by the rapid rise and fall of Yaku's chest as he clearly fought to hold his composure in check. But the temptation had already been set, and you were nothing if not relentless.

"Please?" you added, pitching your voice into a throaty croon as you leaned back just far enough to meet his heavy-lidded stare once more. "Pretty please, Morisuke?"

Whatever tenuous threads of restraint he'd been holding onto snapped in an instant at the sound of his given name on your lips. With a low, visceral growl that could only be described as predatory, Yaku hauled you closer and crushed his mouth back against yours.

The kiss was ravenous and unapologetic, searing past any remaining defenses and scorching every corner of your consciousness with raw, unrelenting want. You returned it just as fervently, savoring the feel of his tongue stroking and sliding against your own as the need to consume and be consumed rose between you once more.

You could already feel Yaku's hips rolling in tiny, unconscious circles, instinctively seeking friction and pressure to help him stave off his impending release. You shifted with him, grinding down against his cock until he was gasping and swearing against your mouth.

"Shit," he ground out, hands clenching and flexing around your hips as his forehead pressed into your shoulder. "Fuck, I can feel you, you're still dripping for me. Wanna make a real mess between those gorgeous thighs and hear you scream my name again while you're coming all over my cock."

A breathless whimper escaped you at his dark, decadent imagery. You could feel another wave of arousal gushing forth, soaking your panties and likely his shorts in the process.

"Fuck," Yaku snarled, his hold on your waist tightening to the point of delicious pain. "If you want my cock, beautiful, you'd better start getting those shorts off right the fuck now before I tear them from your body."

The sheer unabashed hunger vibrating in his words and the unyielding grip he maintained on you was intoxicating. Without further prompting, you found yourself scrambling off his lap and stripping your shorts away in a messy tangle of sodden fabric.

Once you'd managed to kick them aside, you moved to straddle him once more. Your thighs were trembling, slick and glistening with evidence of your release and his continued wanting.

But Yaku was far too worked up and impatient for the slow tease of removing his own shorts. Instead, he reached down to yank his zipper open and shove the material down just enough to expose his cock and balls.

A fresh rush of arousal surged between your legs at the sight. Yaku was thick and hard and straining, his balls visibly heavy and swollen and his shaft flushed a dark, angry red at the tip. The veins of his cock stood out prominently, throbbing visibly and leaving a smear of precum gleaming along the shaft and head.

A fresh flood of slick escaped you at the sight. Yaku hissed at the feel of it, his eyes going impossibly darker as they darted back up to meet your own.

"Get on my cock," he ground out, voice low and dangerous. "Now, or I swear I'll fuck you straight into the floor."

With a shuddering exhale, you braced your palms against his heaving chest and slowly, slowly lowered yourself down until his cockhead was teasing at the entrance of your pussy. Both of you swore as the blunt, swollen tip slipped through the slick, swollen folds, nudging just past your entrance and stretching you wider.

Yaku's head fell back, the column of his throat and chest flexing with restraint. "Don't you dare fucking tease me, beautiful," he hissed, voice strained and thready. "Either ride my cock or let me pin you to the ground and pound that tight cunt into submission. Choose quickly, or I will choose for you."

You were sure there was a time when those words would have intimidated and alarmed you. But right now, all you could focus on was the molten lust thrumming between you and the way Yaku's hands flexed against your hips, clearly desperate to take control and drive into you hard and deep.

The idea of being dominated and claimed by him like that was almost enough to send you hurtling towards another release. But you were too greedy for the sensation of him throbbing and twitching inside of you - too hungry for the way his thick length would stretch and fill you until you couldn't remember anything but his name and the feel of his cock claiming every last inch of your cunt.

With a low moan, you sank down over him, taking him inch by agonizing inch until you were fully seated.

"Shit," Yaku snarled, his grip on your waist nearly painful. "Fuck, you're so wet and tight, I can feel every inch of that delicious, greedy little cunt. Ride me, beautiful, fucking use me. Take whatever you need to get off again."

You didn't hesitate, rising up and sinking back down in one long, smooth glide that had you both moaning brokenly. You quickly found your rhythm, setting a pace that was languid but unrelenting as you chased the pleasure spiraling higher and tighter within you.

"So fucking good," Yaku groaned, his calloused palms stroking greedily up and down your sides as he rocked his hips to meet each downward slide. "Your pussy feels like a fucking vice, squeezing me so tightly, I can barely breathe. Fuck, you're incredible."

You whimpered, his dirty talk sending you careening even closer towards the edge of oblivion. Your thighs were trembling, the pressure and friction of him filling and stretching you in ways that were quickly short-circuiting your higher thinking.

Yaku must have sensed your impending release, because his movements suddenly shifted. With one firm grip around your waist, he suddenly flipped your positions, pinning you on your back beneath him and driving into you at a relentless, unrepentant pace.

You screamed at the new angle, the feel of him hitting that spot deep inside you again and again threatening to obliterate any remaining rationale. Yaku was muttering a litany of curses, the words intermixed with a continuous stream of filthy encouragement and praise as he watched his cock disappearing in and out of you.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his eyes hooded and molten as they drank in the debauched picture you made beneath him. "I'm not gonna last, not when you look this wrecked and wanton. But I want to feel you coming all over my cock again first, understand? I want to feel your pussy squeezing the life out of me as you drench me with another flood of that sweet release."

Your nails raked down his back, his words alone threatening to push you over the precipice. Yaku groaned sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as his thrusts gained renewed intensity.

"You close, beautiful?" he panted, voice raw and desperate. "You're throbbing around me, I can feel how fucking close you are. Gonna let me fill that greedy cunt up? Gonna soak us both while I paint those walls with my cum?"

With a cry, you shattered apart, your release gushing from your pulsing, throbbing center and coating him and the kitchen floor alike. Yaku cursed harshly, his grip on your hip and hair painfully tight as his rhythm abruptly lost all coordination.

You could only cling to him, your keening wail of ecstasy rising in volume as you felt him twitch and pulse within you. The feel of his release filling you up and mingling with your own was nearly too much, reducing you to a writhing, whimpering mess as his name fell from your lips over and over again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Yaku ground out between clenched teeth, the cords of his neck and shoulders straining as he fought to keep himself braced above you. His arms were shaking with exertion, sweat glistening across his flushed cheeks and the dip of his throat.

You could only stare, your own chest heaving as the last vestiges of your orgasms rippled through the both of you. Eventually, Yaku slumped against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he struggled to catch his breath.

You couldn't help the small, contented sigh that escaped you, relishing the feel of him warm and heavy and so intimately pressed against you. He must have felt it, because his lips curved up against your skin.

"Mmm," Yaku murmured, nuzzling the delicate skin of your throat. "You alright, pretty?"

"Mhmm," you hummed, turning just far enough to place a chaste kiss against his temple.

Yaku shifted to prop himself up on his elbows, his warm, sated gaze finding yours. "You okay with us staying here like this for a bit?"

You hummed your approval again, wrapping your legs more securely around his hips. "I'd like that. Unless you're worried about the chocolate stains we'll both have to scrub off the floor later..."

Yaku snorted, his expression softening as he took in the mess painted across the floor, your bodies, and his clothes. "We've made quite a mess, haven't we? Guess that means a shower is in order once we're both capable of standing again."

"Oh?" you couldn't resist arching a brow and smirking. "And are you offering to help me wash off, Morisuke?"

The full-bodied shudder that coursed through him was answer enough, as was the molten promise smoldering in his amber eyes.

"That, and much more," Yaku murmured, sealing his mouth against yours in a deep, branding kiss that left no doubt in either of your minds just how much you intended to savor your shared, unabashed sweet tooth...

[dirtyvulture]

Beefy!Natasha Romanoff* x Fem!Reader

*Nat has a penis

18+ read at your own risk

Requested by anon: hi can u do g!p beefy nat please and like innocent sub fem reader absolutely dripping for her in public and trying to cup her bulge and muscles and so nat takes her home while ignoring her in the car and rams her senselessly in their bed 

AN: This one is for the bottoms. Enjoy!

"Y/N, can you hand me that rag from the bucket. Y/N? Hello?” 

You are completely oblivious to Steve asking you for something because you are so fixated on watching your girlfriend. The way she fills out her tank top, with her muscles stretching the fabric perfectly. The flex in her arms and shoulders when she reaches across the hood of a car, wiping a chamois back and forth until the metal gleams. 

The Avengers were hosting a car wash and naturally, cars filled the entire block. You had come along because you really had nothing better to do, and you were not going to pass up an opportunity to see Natasha, half-clothed and working hard manual labor under the sun. 

“Y/N!”

“Sorry, sorry!” you squeak, scrambling to fish a rag from a soapy bucket and passing it over to Steve. Natasha smirks as she watches you, knowing full well the effect she has on you. She pats the hood of the car, signaling she’s done, and the driver pulls forward to Thor’s station. Natasha walks over to the tent you’re taking cover from the sun under.

“You okay, babe? Make sure you’re staying hydrated,” Natasha says. 

“I am,” you insist.

“Good.” Natasha grabs her own water bottle, taking a long sip from it, and pouring the rest over her head. The water turns her white tank top see-through and when you see the fabric clinging to her perfectly sculpted abs, you almost fall over. 

“Just give me a few more minutes and we can head home,” Natasha says, coming over to you for a kiss. You don’t even realize what your hands are doing until you feel Natasha’s fingers close around your wrist, effectively stopping you from grabbing her bulge right in front of everyone. “Not here, baby,” she warns, but gives you a wink. “Maybe at home.”

You’re pretty sure you’re going to explode from the sheer level of arousal.

You sit down, crossing your legs, and trying to think of anything and everything that will take your mind off the empty pulsing of your core. You try to stop watching Natasha as she polishes off another car, but you can’t help but drool at her back muscles and stare at her ass. 

When Natasha finishes the last car, she comes back to you. “Tony’s taking over for me. Ready to go home?” 

“Yes, yes!” You leap up with embarrassing enthusiasm. 

The drive back to your house is barely ten minutes, but you’ve already shown you have no restraint when it comes to your girlfriend, especially after watching her work in the heat for almost two hours. Your hand starts out innocently on her thigh, but slowly creeps higher towards her crotch. Natasha gives no indication she wants you in her pants, so you continue to push your luck until she finally swats you just as you’ve made it to her zipper.

“I said at home,” she scolds you.

“I could blow you while you drive,” you beg. “I bet I can get you to finish before we’re even in the driveway.”

“Do you think that lowly of my stamina?” Natasha replies. 

“No, no!” you insist. “I just want you so badly, Nat. In my hand, in my mouth, in my--”

“That’s enough,” she snaps, and you know you’re walking a fine line, but you’re willing to push the boundary as far as you can go. But Natasha won’t have it, and she holds your wrists in your own lap to prevent you from touching her again.

When you finally arrive at the house, Natasha comes over to lift you out of the car and carry you inside. You’re squirming in her arms, impatient and desperate, but Natasha doesn’t say anything until you two are safely within the confines of your bedroom.

“On your knees,” Natasha demands, setting you on the floor. 

You scramble to obey, watching hungrily as Natasha strips off her tank top and kicks off her jeans. You see how big the bulge in her boxers has become and you know she’s just as excited for this as you are. 

“Put that pretty mouth to work,” she says, starting to stroke herself but you swat her hands away, taking her entire length in one swallow. Natasha moans as you pull back to suck on her tip and she threads her fingers in your hair to hold you in place as she starts jerking her hips forward. Your eyes water when the tip prods at the back of your throat, but you love being used like this. 

You grasp at her muscular thighs, trying to keep yourself balanced as she fucks your mouth, wishing that she would stay still for a moment so you can savor her taste and the way her cock stretches past your lips. 

“Fuck, baby, that’s my good girl,” Natasha grunts, her fingers tightening against your scalp as her hips move faster. “Where do you want my load? Down your throat or up your pussy?”

The dirty talk causes your own panties to soak with wetness. You can’t speak around her cock, and you won’t dare pull her out to respond. 

“How about both?” Natasha offers, her abs flexing as she empties herself into your mouth in record time. You smirk, knowing that she could never last long in your mouth. When she pulls out, you take in a big breath and try to dive back in for another taste, but she stops you.

“On the bed, baby,” Natasha says, sweat gleaming on her muscles as she tears off your clothes and man-handles you onto the mattress. She slaps your butt and rubs her cock through your thighs until it’s throbbing and hard again. “Oh God, you’re so wet. What was it? Seeing me at the car wash or sucking on my dick?”

The real answer is both, but you manage to squeak out, “The car wash!” before Natasha slides effortlessly into your heat. The emptiness in your core is replaced by a feeling of being stretched almost to your limits; Natasha is big and no matter how many takes you take her, it’s like the first time. You moan as she starts thrusting into you, holding tightly onto your hips to keep you from bouncing away.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Natasha pants, pistoning into you harder and faster.

“Right there, Nat, right there,” you say when you feel her tip brush a sensitive spot inside of you. “Fuck!”

“You’re not gonna cum until I say you can,” Natasha demands, but the quiver in her own voice gives away the fact that she’s close too. You grab onto the bedsheets in clawed hands, biting into a pillow to will yourself from falling over the edge before you’re given permission to.

“Please Nat,” you beg. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes, you can,” she says, her hips moving jerkily now. Your walls clamp down on her cock sporadically until she can’t take it.

“Cum with me, baby.”

You don’t need to be told twice, your entire body going rigid as the ball of arousal in your stomach explodes. Your cum gushes all over Natasha’s cock and down your thighs, and her own seed shoots deep into you. Both of you ride out the bliss of your orgasms and Natasha lays on top of you, careful not to crush you with her weight but you want to feel every part of her against your skin.  

“I love you,” you whisper, cuddling into her and closing your eyes in content.

“I love you, too,” she says. 

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[stariikis]

operation : be your boyfriend | yang jungwon

synopsis ; thousands of ways to say, 'i love you,' and jungwon can't even carry out one special procedure without messing up. that is, until your birthday rolls around and you're greeted by the kitten you've always dreamed of owning, at your doorstep...

pairing ; clumsy!jungwon x fem!reader | genre ; fluff, crushing, confessions | wc ; 2721 | warnings n notes ; you're not oblivious, you're just a little bit of a mastermind sociopath! appearances of sunoo riki heeseung and eunchae in this fic!

baby... i'm just tryna play it cool... but i just can't hide that... i want you ઇઉ

OPERATION 1 : SECRET ADMIRER

“Clearly, he’s not listening to us.” 

“Yang Jungwon…” 

“Yang Jungwon!” 

Jolting back to the present, Jungwon coughs awkwardly and jerks his gaze away from the girl across the room. He didn’t realise he was staring at the mere back of her head the whole time… how embarrassing for him. Shifting his gaze back to his groupmates, staring at him with a bemused expression, he clears his throat. 

“I’m on task,” he tries to say, but it comes out as a pathetic croak from the roof of his mouth. He has to clear his throat again. 

“What a liar,” Riki scoffs, following Jungwon’s prior gaze all the way to the front of the classroom. Doubled over with laughter by the board, yn seems to have an aura of gold surrounding her figure. In between rays of sunlight and flecks of fairydust, the way she smiles lights up the whole room like she’s in a fantasy book. 

Barely trying to conceal it, Sunoo stares towards her direction. Ironically, the words that leave his mouth as he does so are, “can you at least try to hide it? You’re too obvious.”

“I can’t believe she can’t tell yet,” Heeseung mutters. 

For some reason, the whole table goes quiet. In the middle of the silence, Jungwon can only hear the clacking heels of their Maths teacher walking around and the soft rustle of papers, amiable chatter as groups begin to complete their assigned project. But a single voice stands out in the crowd. 

Never mind. Jungwon only hears her now. 

Isn’t it ridiculous? How he believed that his initial crush on her would be short-lived, nothing more than an impulsive attraction that would fade once he got to know her. When she walked up to him, however, saying nothing but a simple ‘thank you for sending me notes for yesterday’s class!’, he felt like his heart would race out of his chest. Unfortunately for him, she was too charismatic. 

With a perfect all-kill streak of grades, she’s never gotten a grade below 90. Not a point out of place. It’s the kind of person Jungwon aspires to be, a much better version of himself. Yes, he gets straight As every term and yes he’s been the class president for three years on end, but it’s nothing compared to her level. 

For the past two years, ever since she joined the class with an air exuding and radiating sheer confidence, Jungwon has been trying hard to beat her. Once would be enough for him. He’s been trying so hard to defeat her, however, that he’s forgotten to try to tame his feelings for her too. 

About a week after he met her, the butterflies churning deep inside his stomach were already too much for him. In her locker, silver letters Jungwon begged Sunoo to help him calligraph donned the bottom of an indirect, vague love letter. From your secret admirer. He doesn’t even remember now what he wrote inside, but he does recall many descriptions of her pretty smile and easygoing personality. 

It was only a day later he found out that he had accidentally dropped it in the locker next to hers. Lee Heeseung from the class beside them walked past, a basketball under one arm and the other hand holding the letter and reading it aloud to Riki, walking briskly beside him. In an instant, Riki looked straight at Jungwon across the hallway and facepalmed. 

OPERATION 1 : SECRET ADMIRER : FAILED

wait a minute, what is this? my heart is going lub-dub, just keeps pounding

even from afar, oh, my, gosh! ; pulling me close, you're, my, crush, like a superpower

OPERATION 2 : INDIRECT CONFESSIONS

Daydreams. Flitting endlessly through your mind, like a paradox. It’s impossible to zone out during Biology. How dull you find the zoomed in aspects of all the systems in your body. Sure, you want to pursue something medical-related, but this class just isn’t it. 

“Jungwon’s staring at you again,” whispers your seatmate, Eunchae. She uses her pen to gesture behind you. Two seats diagonal to you both, Jungwon notices your glances his way and pretends to look elsewhere. He’s resting on the palm of his hand, the paper he took out to take notes on completely blank. 

“I can’t believe he’s the class president again,” you mutter with a tinge of bitterness. 

Eunchae sighs. She’s clearly heard enough of your one-sided disliking towards the student leader, and it shows in the way she decides to disregard you. “You don’t have to hate him. He obviously doesn’t reciprocate the hard feelings.” 

Of course he doesn’t. 

You try to hide a triumphant smile. Of course Jungwon doesn’t harbor any hatred towards you. Rather, it’s quite evident in the way he always asks you to be the first player in his team during PE, asks you if you want to group up with him, makes excuses to brush past you in the hallway – he’s always wanted something more than friendship. 

The one time you did agree to do a Korean Language project with him, however, when he came over to record the podcast you had written, all that got done was a bunch of giggles into the portable microphone. Jungwon, admitably, had a good sense of humor. And it, unfortunately, matched well with yours. 

You’re making this more solemn than it needs to be, you think to yourself, biting back a small smile to yourself. Shouldn’t it be a good thing that you’ve got Jungwon wrapped around your finger? 

Spinning your pen smartly, you sit up. Right. You’ve gotten out of many late homework submissions and responsibilities because Jungwon would literally cover for you with visible hearts in his eyes when he talks about you. You know you should feel guilty for exploiting him, but it’s just what a friend does, isn’t it? 

Friend. Another memory fades in. 

“Yahh, you’re so down bad you can’t even let her do her own work,” Sunoo mutters to Jungwon, quietly rearranging the papers. He thinks you’re out of earshot, but you can hear their conversation clearly from your desk. 

Jungwon shrugs his shoulders in the corner of your eye, and you swear he glances over at you for a second. “She’s my friend. Are you trying to say you never copy my homework?” 

Sunoo tsks loudly. “It’s different. She doesn’t need the help! You’ve seen her grades.” 

They divert into a small argument about whose grades are better, but you’re not really listening anymore. Your heart is starting to race uncontrollably, and you look desperately down at your chest. You’re trembling from the fact that Jungwon called you his friend? How pathetic. You bite your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as if juicing your brains of unwanted thoughts. 

But you can’t help but let out a short curse when your heart doesn’t slow down, your cheeks don’t cool off. Only Jungwon wants this. Not you too… 

And so when Eunchae finally gets bored of Bio once again, she leans in and pokes you. “Anyway, you know Jungwon has the fattest crush on you.” 

“Oh really?” you murmur, averting your eyes back to the liver diagram in front of you. Where you’re supposed to label, ‘oxygen-rich-blood’, you’ve scribbled ‘only jungwon’ in illegible handwriting. You pretend to act surprised, hiding the words with the palm of your hand. “He didn’t ask you to say that? Did he? As a prank?” 

Eunchae rolls her eyes. “It’s not a prank.” 

“So he asked you to say it.” 

“...” 

“I see.” You reach into your pencil case and pull out an eraser to wipe away the traces of your daydreams. It’s a good thing you do, because Eunchae suddenly looks over and teases you for falling asleep in lesson when you’re usually such a good student. If only she knew about the homework incidences. If only she knew about the thoughts that run through your head. 

What he’s trying to do is kind of… cute.

OPERATION 2 : INDIRECT CONFESSIONS : FAILED

my heart feels like a giant magnet, everything about you sticks to my heart, boy

we're magnetized, i admit it. this time, i want!

OPERATION 3 : LET'S GET IT!

She’s got to be joking, right? There’s no way… 

“Yeah, idiot, you’re invited to my birthday party. You got a problem with that?” (Name) scoffs at Jungwon, retracting the simplistic black and white invitation card in her hand. “Maybe you don’t deserve this?” 

“No!” He says a little too fast, reaching out to snatch it from her playfully. 

He reads it with a poorly hidden smile. Is he even trying at this point? He’s been on the verge of a proper confession for a while now. Why would he want to hide the fact that he really really really wants her to be his? 

“15 May?” He sighs, feigning disappointment. “Too bad, I can’t make it.” 

Wait for it…

“Really? That’s too bad,” she replies monotonously, walking away without a care. Not the reaction Jungwon was expecting. He releases a breath of air, only now realising that he’s been holding his breath. How boring of her. 

“I was lying!” He calls, smoothing out his school uniform and running down the hallway after her. “I’m definitely coming!” 

She clearly starts to laugh as she runs away from him, yelling, “come or not, it doesn’t matter to me!” 

Jungwon doesn’t give up. With a hand running through his hair, he chases her down the halls. He would chase after her for eternity if he had to. Eventually, he catches up to her with a tap on the shoulder. WIth a mock-annoyed look, she slows down, shoving his shoulder.

“What’s your problem?” She huffs, “Can’t I get a break around here?” 

Jungwon smiles. With just the right amount of delusion, maybe he can convince himself that whatever she’s spouting is just a white lie. Untruths to cover up the truth. She wants him back, he swears!

“You’ll never get a break,” he mumbles, suddenly going shy as he leans in closer. Just like I practiced with Riki. Just like I practiced…

“Annoyi–”

“From running through my mind all day.” 

When Jungwon finally dares to open his eyes (yes, he was so scared he closed them), he’s shocked to see an empty spot next to him. When he looks up and down the hallway, (Name) sticks out her tongue at him, taunting him. The unbothered glimmer in her eyes reveals that she hasn’t heard a thing. 

Once again, Jungwon leaves school with a pit of mild disappointment in his stomach. Not so upset that it hurts like hell, but the wound’s deep enough to leave a scratch.

OPERATION 03 : LET'S GET IT! : FAILED

completely opposite, our type ; you're J and i'm so P

S and N, polar opposites, but that's what pulls us in

INTERMISSION : BABY YOU'RE MY CRUSH

You hear it all.

What would Jungwon say when he finds out, that for a while now, you’ve been wrestling with your own complicated feelings, playing a game of tug of war inside your own heart? Nobody even knows you know. Nobody would even suspect you, of all people, to reciprocate Jungwon’s feelings. And, by this encounter, even Jungwon himself has no idea. 

i'll make it have a green light, girl's gotta have guts. so, let's go let's go, let's go let's go!

don't wanna hide it, the magnet in my heart. gonna follow my feelings and get with you, boy

OPERATION 4 : CATCH SOME FELINES (FEELINGS)

What would Jungwon do for love? Just ask him this one question. He’ll probably lie and tell you he doesn’t know, and doesn’t fall for the traps set out by catching feelings, but it won’t explain why he’s outside (name)’s house on her birthday at 8 in the morning. He could very well have come at 9, an hour before the party starts, but he wants to have some time alone with her. 

To present his gift to her, snugly bundled up in his arms. And to, uh, say some other stuff. 

He looks down at the pearl-white fluffy being, purring contently in his arms. Just a while ago, he got his inspiration for a birthday gift for her. She may have casually brought it up in the midst of discussion for yet another group project, but miniscule things like that stick with Jungwon for ages. 

“I want a cat…” she whines, when their group’s gotten sidetracked from their discussion topic. (what do you think the rate of pet ownership is like in Korea?) “they’re so cute. Oh, even better, a kitten!” 

“Just get one then?” Eunchae rolls her eyes, and Riki hums in agreement. 

“I would. Even my mum wants one. But it’s so much work to adopt one.” 

So much work to adopt one? Jungwon scoffs in his mind. Now take a look at the lengths I’ve gone to for you. And I don’t even know if you like me back. Am I stupid or am I stupid? 

“Yes, Jungwon? Can I know why you’ve summoned me so early in the morning?” Suddenly, the front door opens after many persistent tries to ring the doorbell. “I know you’re excited for my birthday… but this is just weird.” 

She doesn’t notice the kitten squirming in his arms, still rubbing her eyes blearily. She looks so exhausted that Jungwon wants to apologise for awakening her and almost runs away to save himself from the awkwardness. But he stands his ground. This time, he will succeed. 

The chronicles of Yang Jungwon’s confession story. It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

“Happy birthday.” He murmurs softly, daring to take a step closer and hold out his arms. At first, she squints down at the blur of fur in his hands, face smeared with confusion. It’s only when the furry ball lets out a small mew that she gasps and jerks her head back up. “I… I, uh…” 

Seeing her so amazed, with tears gathering in her eyes from the euphoria, he loses track of his words. His mind goes blank. Not knowing whether to continue calmly, or panic and die on the spot, he struggles to speak and feels his cheeks quickly growing with warmth. 

What if, just like we practiced doesn’t reassure him anymore, with the last time he used it as an affirmation turning out to be the greatest embarrassment of his life? Just like we practiced? He’s never practiced to be fluent and smooth. He’s always naturally been that way. He’s never had to fumble for the right words to say. Just like we practiced? When would he ever practice worst comes to worst with Riki? Come to think of it, he probably should have. He can’t handle standing here with such shame any longer. 

“I’m sorry for being so annoying I just really really like you and I don’t know whether you’ll like this gift or not, but I can’t go another day thinking you probably don’t like me back you can just reject me that’ll be better than misleading myself forever and ever…” 

He blurts in a small voice. 

And then, he repeats himself, louder and more confident. Like he usually is. “I like you…” 

“You must be blind, Yang Jungwon,” she says, laughing through the tears. A moment of silence passes as Jungwon tries to comprehend what he’s just heard. Blind? Why? She’s not going to say… “I like you, too?” 

It’s a question. It makes his heart race, but it doesn’t seem like enough.

“You do?” He chokes, his voice failing him. Blood rushes to his ears. “You don’t.” 

“Wait.” She clears her throat and claims, “I got nervous. I do. And it’s not the kitten, I know what you’re thinking…” 

Taking a step back, she receives the kitten into her arms and coos while Jungwon tries to process everything. “Though I’m so surprised, and so grateful. This gift is the most thoughtful thing ever. No joke.” 

She knows what I’m thinking… 

Jungwon frowns and steps even closer. He’s so close and she’s so pretty, teary eyelashes gleaming in the morning sunlight. “So you’ve known what I’ve been thinking, huh?” 

“I have.” 

The hard, challenging tone that seeps into her voice is all too familiar to Jungwon. When she leads him into her house for the second time in his life, all he’s thinking is, what a way to reminisce the moment he fell in love with her. 

“You wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh, but I do!” 

A game of wits, you could call it, is what sixteen year old them are playing. Head to head in number of points, they’re competing for first place. Jungwon hides behind his whiteboard, eagerly awaiting her response. She’s never going to guess what he had in mind. She’ll never write the same exact thing, letter for letter— 

“I know what you’re thinking.” She whispers mockingly, smirking as she reveals her answer while peeking over the top of his board. The answers match up. She’s won. “I know exactly what goes on in your head.”

OPERATION 4 : CATCH SOME FELINES (FEELINGS) : SUCCESS!

no push and pull, gonna run to you ; our chemistry yeah, i'm in too deep now no push and pull, no regrets, gonna zero in on you ; never holding back straight ahead, yeah 

this time, i want!

more of my works >

[roseyswords]

FULL MOON SPOILERS!!!!

So first of all..

I was not expecting to see the cherubs this episode. That... That was a big shock. Seeing them and their plotline was certainly interesting. It was funny seeing their reactions to just everything going on with Blitzø.

And speaking of Blitzø. Um fuck?! My heart that hurt!? "I think so highly of you. I didn't realize you think so little of me" like OUCH? I keep adding question marks to my sentences because my brain can't quite comprehend how it's feeling.

I find it really interesting that Blitzø brought up Stolas's imp butlers. This is a part that has stuck out with me really strongly. Cuz we've seen Stolas squeeze the shit outta one of them when angry on the phone with Stella. And it really makes me wonder just what kind of behavior has Blitzø exactly seen of Stolas interacting with his butlers. Because Stolas is a very rich man, who has only imps working for him and Blitzø noticed.

Which is funny because he notices literally nothing happening around him this whole episode. Which feels thematically relevant. He's always been oblivious to the more emotional side of Stolas's affection for him but that is also by design of how Stolas treats him. Remember Stolas is the same guy who used to get routinely bleeped due to his sheer level of hornyness. Blitzø has only ever seen their relationship through a sexual lens.

I also find it very interesting that he goes into that interaction already extremely worried and insecure and scared out of his mind that Stolas is tired of him. Which makes going in and being confronted with Stolas's emotions even more jarring and confusing for him. He's already coming in with an intense amount of anxiety with the singular goal of pleasing Stolas, which just highlights the unhealthyness of their dynamic that Stolas is trying to break away from.

Moving on to Stolas's mind for a bit. It has got to fucking hurt that when you finally put yourself out there emotionally and the other person immediately thinks you must be fucking with them. I think it really opened his eyes to how their relationship has truly been when Blitzø assumes that this serious conversation must just be some really weird roleplaying scenario.

And when Blitzø yells at him and reveals that he thinks of him as this rich pampered jerk, it is a startling difference of perception between the two of them that Stolas now has to contend with. It is so interesting to me how Stolas in this scenario is trying really hard to think about things from Blitzø's point of view in terms of how their deal must be affecting him, but he's also not prepared or emotionally equipped to think about how that must shape how Blitzø sees him as a person.

So overall that just leaves us with a lot of pain, and anguish, and a really beautiful episode.

And wow...that hurt.

[grandline-fics]

Hi! Liquid Courage introduced me to your work and I love the way you write so I thought I should trust you with a request of mine:)

Law x reader; in one point in time one of them subtly confessed but the feeling seemed to be unrequited They both are pining for each other, both have a sweet spot for each other and a connection beyond friendship but both just turn a blind eye to it/not think too much about it. One night after drinking a bit much Law(or reader) starts getting a little touchy but not in a sexual way. (ex. they are sitting next to each other and he slowly hooks his pinky with hers) The touches convey untold truths that are still felt the next morning. After that the touches and the longing stares continue until one of them breakes by the intensity of the moment and decide to confront the other.

I will leave the fate (and the nature) of said moment up to you. Thank you in advance for considering it! Cant wait to read more of your work<3

ps if it helps you in any way in my mind this is kinda angsty. I love angst+possessiveness but I don’t mind how it will come out for you! Really I don’t t mind if you switch up the whole scenario… whatever works for you

If you’re inspired by music, these two play in my mind: All i need- Radiohead + Just pretend- Bad Omens

DESCRIPTION: You’re both silently in love and finally decide to confront your feelings

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol consumption, brief angst at fear of unrequited feelings, mostly fluff

CHARACTERS: Law

WORDS: 1,591

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I hope I was able to create something that matched what you were looking for and that it's to your liking.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

MASTERLIST | PROMPT LIST

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From the day you joined the crew Law knew you were someone different. You had a presence he relaxed around a lot faster than others he’d encountered in his travels. You managed to gain his trust and proved yourself a capable and crucial member of the team and situated into the crew to the point no one could really remember a time before you. It felt effortless to be around you and Law counted you amongst one of his most trusted and closest friends. And for the longest time friends was all he considered you to be. Whether through a mix of sheer obliviousness and professional refusal to indulge his feelings any further than that. The line was clearly established that you two were just friends. 

However the heart wants what it wants and emotion is very separate to logic. Despite you both maintaining a friendship as deep as they came, your bodies still sought each other out. When it came to chores you were always close by. If not side by side you where always in the same room. When he was working on medical tasks you were his second, working in silent tandem with your own set rhythm that no others could match if they tried. While it annoyed the crew to no end why nothing deeper ever happened between you both, they decided to say nothing out of fear that if they did point out the obvious connection then that flow and peace between you both would shatter and be destroyed. 

One evening the entire crew were in the communal area celebrating Bepo’s birthday with a lot of drink and laughter. You called it quits after a round of a drinking game was finished and moved cautiously to the closest sofa for safety, knowing that you were less than graceful when you’d been drinking and the last thing you wanted was to injure yourself and disrupt the festivities. Law smiled down at you as you slumped into the space beside him, resting your head lazily on his shoulder. While he hadn’t been actively playing with the game he had been steadily drinking and was at the same level you were. “Sure you didn’t want to play to the end?” He asked curiously.

“Nah, another round and I’d have been passed out.” You mumbled, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. A slow content smile spreading across your lips when Law also moved to accommodate you, his hand curving around your waist so you slotted better against him. Neither of you paying much mind to the position from both the alcohol in your systems and the natural feeling that overcame you both to be seated like this. As you both continued to watch and laugh at the antics of the crew who were still conscious and playing their game, your hand rested over his, your fingers absently looping around his. 

Occasionally through the remainder of the night Law would subconsciously play with your fingers that were looped through his, he only became aware that he was doing it when it was finally time to go to bed. When your hands parted and you reluctantly shifted your weight off of him to stand you both became acutely aware of the lingering sensation of each other’s warmth and touch still clinging to your skin. The walk to your own room was a hazy blink but as you settled into your bed, you couldn’t help but touch your hand, doing all you could to memorise the feeling of his touch as you fell asleep. 

The next morning you woke feeling a strange kind of weight on your shoulders and mind that had nothing to do with all that you’d drank the previous night. It was a good thing you knew your limits with alcohol so you could wake relatively hangover free, still a little stiff and dehydrated but nothing that would leave you bedridden all day. No this feeling was the awareness of how you felt with Law and being in his presence brought you. The more you thought about it the more you saw that you’d felt this way for the longest time, you just hadn’t truly brought it to the forefront of your attention before. 

You got out of bed and readied yourself for a new day, grateful that it would be a day of minimal tasks and filled with a lot of free time given how heavily the crew had been drinking for Bepo’s

birthday which meant you had the time to organise your feelings and adequately deal with things between you and your Captain. You were also grateful that the abundance of hungover crew meant you would have extra privacy in case things weren’t resolved amicably. You walked down the corridor and stopped outside of Law’s office. Regardless of the previous night’s party he was always here first thing in the morning without fail. As always you knocked once out of courtesy and entered, closing the door firmly behind you. When you met his gaze you felt yourself freeze. You could see the realisation and hesitation you were feeling mirrored in his eyes. As comforting as that should have been you still couldn’t bring yourself to move closer or speak. 

“About last night.” “We should talk.” You both spoke in unison, a hurried mess coming from both of your mouths as opposed to your usual calm and relaxed way of speaking around the other. You fidgeted where you stood and gestured for him to speak first while clearing your throat. Law watched you carefully and let out a long sigh, noting how tense you stood and how you kept looking into his eyes and dropping your gaze again only to repeat the action less than a second later. Were you only trying to maintain eye-contact with him out of respect but failed to do so because of shame? Was it regret? He knew how he felt but the last thing he wanted was to force something on you. “Last night I overstepped the mark. Yes we’d been drinking but that’s no excuse. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh…” You were taken by surprise by his somewhat stilted declaration. Had you misread things? You hadn’t thought so. Now you were even more confused and found disappointment spinning in your stomach, the feeling only furthering your awareness that you had genuine feelings for Law. You weren’t known to be insubordinate but today you felt like pushing things because his statement truly didn’t seem like the man you thought you knew. “Captain, you held my hand and I returned the gesture. That’s not overstepping the mark. That’s barely walking in the mark’s direction… Do you regret doing it?” As you spoke you couldn’t help but run your thumb over your fingers that had been in his hold mere hours ago. “Because I don’t.”

“Regardless…It’s unwise to further this topic.” Law tried to sound firm but he was honestly thrown, he hadn’t been expecting you to feel the same as he did but he’d spent all last night and this morning trying to convince himself his feelings were one-sided and that it was fine that way because he shouldn’t pursue a relationship with a member of his crew. He wasn’t one to get his hopes up and at the same time he was also one to deny himself of something that made him happy to prevent the pain of losing it in the future. “We would be better to leave things as they are before they escalate.”

“Does that mean you want things to escalate?” You asked coyly finally taking a step towards the desk he sat at. 

“It wouldn’t be right for me to start something with my subordinate.” Law offered the argument, not able to give much weight to his words as he openly watched you approach, giving no inclination for you to stop or to leave. You both knew that had he wanted you out of his presence he would have either ordered you away or used his Devil Fruit to accomplish the task himself. 

“Captain, we’re pirates. What’s right and wrong and rules don’t exactly apply to us. Do they?” You asked simply, keeping the desk separating you both to allow him his personal space as you smiled at him. “All that matters is what we want. I’ve been honest, will you be honest with me, Captain?”  

Law stood and braced his hands on the desk, beginning to close the distance between you both. You’d made convincing points and deep down he hadn’t wanted to find a way to argue against them, not when it came to you and the feelings he’d finally accepted to himself that had been there for a very long time. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, offering you one final chance to take it back because he knew once this started he wasn’t going to let you go. Your answer was a simple one, you leant in with a smile and curled your fingers around his that were braced against the surface of the desk. The wordless but deep connection you had with each other was reestablished and cemented even further as you leant in, able to share a soft and tender kiss with your Captain. However the moment couldn’t be savoured for long because within seconds the chorus of calls echoed through the Polar Tang as the rest of the crew had awoken and were suffering their hangovers and calling for their Captain to help them cure it.

[pixielover1]

Wild Flowers.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Monster!König x reader.

Königs ears flicker and he stares at you with dumbfounded eyes. He thought maybe he was hearing things. He happily nods his head, so hard you’d think it would fly off. He was then following you home with the hot soup in his hands. You could hear his tail cutting through the air. You had no idea what you were doing or why, but you were allowing some strange man into your home! You push the door open and hold it for him as his hands are full. You kick off your shoes and lose a couple inches of height. König places the pot down on your kitchen counter and turns back to face you. Looking down to you, you catch how his eyes are filled with blatant excitement. Such an infectious feeling transfers over to you, making your body and doubts ease. Ever since he fixed your door, an odd feeling has been bubbling inside of your stomach.

You take in a small breath and walk into your bedroom. He truly follows like a lost puppy, keeping himself in arms reach of you. You sit on the edge of your bed and he remains standing with a craned neck. You pat the empty spot next to you for him to sit. He obliges and makes the bed dip from his weight. Noticing how dirty his clothes are, you absentmindedly trace a hand along his chest. You stand to your feet, now eye level with the wolf-man. He’s breathing hard again, and.. shaking? For König this was both heaven and hell. He was in your home, surrounded by your scent and being touched by you. But, it took everything in him not to grab and take you for his own. Unaware of his internal battle, you assume he’s just cold.

Still oblivious you slip his shirt off, now faced with his bare and hairy chest. You turn your back to him after tossing the fabric to the side. “I will go get some water to rinse you, I will be back” You’re only able to make one step before König snares you, his strong arms squeezing your body. His sparse and husky growls were filling your ears as his head dipped down to yours. The new found closeness allows his hot breath to tickle your neck and you feel aroused. “Nein. Stay.” He orders with no room for debate. You nodded as you were in no position to argue. With your submission, König feels his erection grow unbearable. In a flash your back is to the bed, König over you.

He is trembling, desperately trying not to fuck you right here. You gaze up at him with those innocent eyes and his penis jumps. He can’t stand to look at you any more. His savior, the one he would set the world ablaze for. He rests his head on the bed next to yours, his uneven breaths filling the quiet air. Your heart is pounding and a bundle of heat is forming between your legs. His monstrous body caged you between him and the mattress but for some reason, you grow concerned for the man. He looks unwell, so you let him know you’re still here and supporting him. You kiss his cheek. You kiss him. König stops breathing and his body becomes frozen in place. He slowly pulls back, looking at your face with awe and shock. You wore a soft smile on your face. Too inviting for him.

His eyes trace across your body and they linger on your flawless plump curves. He sees how your hips are made for breeding, and his dick starts to leak of precum. Without a warning, he takes his sharp claws and tears off your dress. You yelp, surprised at the sudden motion. His mouth doesn't know where to start, so he leaves kisses everywhere. Your tummy, your breast, your neck. nothing is untouched by him. animalistic noises seep from his mouth as he finally has you. You mewl under his passionate attacks. Your hips buck up in dire need of friction, the heat growing to be too much. König understands and slips his pants off, allowing his cock to spring out. It’s drooling for you, and it’s huge. The sheer length of it makes your breath hitch, and the girth makes your pussy throb. You want him inside of you. You need to feel him. You catch his gaze and you harp out to him, “Please.” That sole word sends König into a frenzy. He starts to rub his aching dick along your soft folds to get his slick onto you. He’s waited too long for this moment and he was going to fucking savor it. he slammed his lips onto yours needily, taking your lips and your breath. You claw at his back, need boiling up in your body past management. Your body is soon littered in deep marks and kisses. König bites and sucks at every inch of skin you have, making the spots ache. You're out of breath simply from his adoration of you. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter. But the kiss wasn't just him showing his love, it was a warning. He began to slide himself inside of your neglected hole. His growls grow as you have trouble fitting him inside of you. Screams leave your mouth at the stretch of his insane size. Tears roll down your cheek, but as quickly as they fall, König kisses them away. You tangle your trembling hands in his messy hair and try to pull him off of you. He doesn't budge. His jagged nails lock into the bed, leaving tears in your cottony sheets. Your whines make him twitch inside of you. He leans down, whispering in your ear. “Meine Liebe, ich werde dich niemals verlassen.” (My love, I will never leave you.) He then starts to take slow thrusts inside of you, forcing your pink walls open to no end. His weeping dick skirrs though your downy pussy, making you become accustomed to his monstrous shape. Your cries calm and die down into pants as it grows enjoyable. Once he feels your hips squirming, calling for more, he picks up his pace with a grunt. He fucks into you with a salacious stroke, hitting deep inside your gummy interior. You gasp when get a view of him wildly digging into you, his face entranced with ecstasy. He keeps your head trapped in between his arms, staring at you with intense lust. Your pretty face and sounds turned him even more barbaric.

He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. Harshly, he grabs your hips and pushes his cockhead inside your tightness again. Your body was just too welcoming. He rams into you with no remorse, ignoring your pleading speeches. Tears coat your cute face as he stuffs your pussy, the pain and pleasure consuming your mind. His grip on your ass leaves your skin red and sore. He feels the need to breed you, to make you his. Watching your perfect body bounce with every push spurs him on. You have no choice but to feel every thick inch plunge into your sensitive area. The bubble formed in your tummy is about to pop. He keeps his motions up, making your gushing hole remember the shape of him. With a loud cry you cum hard on his cock, making him give a dark chuckle. “Just like that, Mein kleiner Welpe.'' (My little pup) He cooed, stroking your back. You pant and paw at the sheets, the pleasure overwhelming your senses.

König knew then that you were made for him, for his cock. He knew his purpose was to protect and fill you to the brim with his seed. With newfound identity, he cums deep in your womb, your pleasured howls making him feel accomplished. He puts in a few more strokes, making sure you're filled with his cubs. He cherishes the memorable sight of your juices mixed together, cum leaking out your precious pussy. His perfect pussy. He kisses down your back as he carefully pulls out. When his mouth reaches your clit, he kisses it gently. You give him the softest moan he’s heard yet. Finding it so darling, he licks at your overstimulated lips. You whimper and breathe out, “Please.. I-i can’t '' He clusters up the small remains of self control in him, even though he wanted nothing more than to test the limits of your statement. He laid next to you and pulled you into his chest with ease. He rubbed your back calmingly. “Okay?” He asked, wanting to know if he hurt you or not. “I’m okay.” Your tired voice spoke, slightly raspy from the endless moaning. He looks down at you with a mellow smile. He wipes a tear away from your eye and whispers, “Königs.” You hum quietly in response, caving into his desires. At long last you were his; he feels complete. You rest against his chest and he lulls you to sleep, both of you eventually dozing off. He keeps a light sleep to ensure he can still protect you. Leaking his seed, König finally made you his Königin. The next time the sun came out, it would be burning brighter than before, and your life with him would begin.

Hello! This concludes Wild Flowers. I hope you enjoyed my first story! Please feel free to share ideas with me!

[glaxelilly]

Hi maybe for welt, svarog and luocha (seperately ) where fem reader is oblivious to guys flirting with her and they get jealous and possessive ?

Fluff to nsfw

Gonna do the same headcanon format as I did for your last request love hope you enjoy🫶

{ sorry this took so long }

How they would react to someone flirting with oblivious fem!reader — Welt, Luocha, Svarog

Welt Yang

He doesn’t really mind it if the guy is being respectful

Honestly he finds it amusing watching you completely ruin a man confidence unknowingly

But if the guy trying to flirt with you gets too aggressive about it, Welt almost becomes unrecognizable

He’s instantly at your side, hand on your waist with a dark look taking up his usually kind face

Normally his sheer presence will make the man back off, stuttering out apologies as he flees

But if the guys hitting on you stay to try and brave your boyfriends scary look, he’ll quickly fix that

“I suggest you walk away before you find out the real reason I carry this cane around.”

Afterwards he’ll gently explain to you why he’s threatening men trying to talk to you

Luocha

Imma be so real with you, I genuinely think Luocha would scare off the guy by flirting with him and suggesting a threesome LMAO

But if we talking jealous and possessive?

Luocha will dead stare any man who comes up to you, letting them squirm uncomfortably under his glare

Some will get the hint, or just get plain scared, and back off you

But others will glare back and ask him what his problem is

His response? Looking at you with a sweet smile and saying,

“Dear, I’ll be right back, I have to go grab my coffin.”

That does the trick

And when you turn to him and ask what that was all about, he’ll just smile and say it was nothing to worry about

Svarog

He doesn’t really care tbh

Svarog knows you’re serious about him and he can scan both your levels and the guys

So he knows when to step in if necessary

That is, until this random human touches you

The guy flirting with you could either bump your hand with his, or straight up grab your thigh, doesn’t matter Svarog will immediately see it as a threat to you

He will grab the man’s wrist in his large grasp, not watching his inhuman strength

“It is impolite to grab strangers, mind your hands.”

And one look at who (what) Svarog is will have the man running

I’m finally posting something again omg

[siremasterlawrence]

Becoming A Champion: The Hemsworth Brothers

Chris Hemsworth regrets on how he got here it was on the crazy night of October 31st yes on the day of good ole hallow eves at a fan event in Los Angeles and he is relaxing all while he us hanging out with his brothers at the time all giggles, smiles ear to ear with huge grins as knock on the door erupting in to a bit of annoyance. He rises to his feet slamming his hand on the desk as he waltzes past his clan to the door at exactly midnight grabbing the door knob and as the slides open a odd young man waltzes in to the room in a ecstatic fit state of mind as the man claps his back causing Chris took look confused beyond his understanding. Suddenly the lights flicker off leaving them literally in the dark as they freak off racing through the room as they panic trying to force the windows as they shutter down sealing off and they loose as they walls are covered in a steel wall enclosing them the floor begins to shake descending one level to another the speed picks up at the beat. The floor comes to a stop in a room two size too small as the three of them barely fit in to with three doors magically appears their backs are turned from them as they are now obviously oblivious to everything and they hear a sound erupting around them unfortunately something goes off as they door swings to the side and threeother guys reach out placing liquid lacedrags on his mouth cupping their face anddrag them in. Chris woke up laying in the middle of the Arctic kingdom as his bodyshivers at the sheer touch of cold shoots in to his body and he learns to adjust he is standing up to oversee the place he isnow stranded in.

“Liam? Luke? Are you there?”

“They are perfectly safe Chris”

“Where are they?”

“Never you mind that “

“What can you possibly want from me?”

“Zip it! Your new master @MCTF21 is awaiting you.”

“Who the….”

“You will compete at this level like a major athlete Olympian.”

“Yes to please Master…Master @MCTF21”

“Climb the cold winter mountain height to prove to him.”

“I shall prove to him”

“Follow him to the heights “

“You are a Olympian”

“I am a Olympian “

“I am born to serve him”

“I will prove it by back flipping to the next cold mountain.”

“Fuck off and do it”

“Yes Sir”

Liam Hemsworth is next on the dock now he is locked away in a room looking so similar to his current dressing room and the last trailer as he feels an urge to lift his weights upward. He is utterly amazed no surprised and shock at how immaculate all things were designed to be his place with so much great detail to it and he is smirking in great delight of it all’s as he wondering what is coming up next.The world begins spinning out of control for him as he feels exhausted as he falls to the ground flailing on the floor as he is rolling to his safety as the place is on fire and he is consumed.A man walks in to the room as he steps up the staircase to the top of the room as he is standing upward as he felt deeply in control of the situation as he smiles wickedly and cups his chin. Poor Liam his head is lifting upward as he is staring at me deeply, intensely as I his new Lord, God, King, Master Lawrence to whom he owes him everything now and his lips are soft and tender to the touch. We are finally giving him to my desire as he lips pin down on mine we slowly begin to make out with all our efforts because he falls for me mind, body and soul. Its a beautiful sight as he is meeting me surpassing my height as he is standing up, my arms wrap around me as holds me closer and he can’t see his body swooping him in to my world. It is my entire existence as he lifts me up staring in to my eyes his whole world flips spiritually out of control and Liam Hemsworth is no more of man just a pussy my pussy. Liammy new puss can’t help but be so blindly happy and totally obedient to me, the sound of my finger rushes through it all as he is awoken to me over him.

“Ugh! What the fuck ?”

“Oh Master Lawrence!”

“Yes Liam”

“I am your property “

“Your brothers?”

“Fuck them!”

“Wow! You mean it?”

“Well not literally “

“Mwahahahahaha…”

“Please don’t laugh”

“Why boi?”

“I love you “

“You do! I am aware”

“Chris can’t have you “

“I won’t leave you for him”

“Besides Chris is taken”

“What about Luke?”

“I might give him away”

Luke is up next but I am about to send him to a secret person.

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The end

[koisuko]

Pov: You are a cat (Pt2)

how the mk1 characters react to you as a stray cat, one with an oddly familiar/fitting name

part 1, part 3, part 4, bonus

ft: Reiko, General Shao, Havik, Quan Chi

TW: slight gore (Havik is silly), fluffy stuff, gn, kitty cat

Reiko

Reiko found himself entrusted with the responsibility of recruiting and training fresh soldiers for General Shao's army. He leaned over a table, his gaze fixed on the intricate details of a war map, his thoughts immersed in the strategic plans outlined by Shao. As he pondered the battlefield scenarios, an unexpected interruption jolted him out of his reverie.

A swift swat to his shin compelled Reiko to glance downward, where he discovered a medium-sized, deep brown feline. At first, he tried to dismiss your presence, returning his attention to the map before him. However, another firm swat to his leg demanded his acknowledgment. Frustration welled up, and he knelt down to your level, meeting your gaze with squinted eyes.

He observed as you pounced and pawed at his foot with remarkable tenacity. Despite his initial annoyance, Reiko couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement. "You possess quite the warrior spirit," he remarked, his smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Reaching out a hand, he gave you a few gentle pats on the head before lifting you up and placing you on the map table.

A brief, silent standoff ensued between you and the silver eyed man, both curious about each other's next move. After a contemplative moment, Reiko moved closer to you, examining your small form with interest. "Perhaps you'll prove useful in keeping the soldiers in check," he mused. His attention then shifted to a small collar adorned with a metal piece that bore the inscription 'General.' "A true warrior," he noted, offering a salute to you with a smile.

General Shao

"Is it just me, or is Earthrealm's champion scrawnier than usual?" Shao taunts with a sly grin, leaning his massive form down toward a large, fluffy, grey spotted tabby cat. You can't help but let out a disapproving hiss at such an insult, earning a deep, gravelly chuckle from Shao. He straightens up and looms over you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Awfully intimidating," he begins, "the fiercest Earthrealm warrior I've seen in this lifetime."

Confident, you puff your chest out, letting out a bold meow before casually beginning to clean your paw, seemingly unfazed by his sheer size. The smirk never leaves Shao's face as he bends down once more, gently patting your head before lifting you up and placing you on his broad shoulders. You paw at his distinctive horns curiously, another low chuckle vibrating his chest as he turns his head to look up at you.

A small name tag catches his eye, and upon closer examination, it reads 'Reiko.' Recognition flashes across his face, and a booming laughter escapes his lips. "A challenge to my second in command!" he declares, reaching a hand up to scratch your chin with surprising gentleness. He begins his return to the barracks, a new found soldier resting upon his shoulders.

Havik

You sat there, a silent observer, in the dimly lit room. The scarred man stood with his back to you, engaged in a conversation with a guy named 'Darrius,' from what you could gather. They seemed oblivious to your presence as you playfully wrestled with a stray red ribbon you'd found earlier. As Darrius exited the room, casting a curious side-eye your way, Havik finally turned to face you, revealing his disfigured appearance. He tilted his head slightly, clearly baffled by the sight of a rogue black feline.

You couldn't resist the urge to pause your ribbon conquest, looking up at Havik with a mirrored head tilt. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and you showed no signs of fear. Havik let out a sinister chuckle and decided to approach you, crouching down to your level and extending a finger toward you, curiosity dancing in his eyes. At first, you sniffed it inquisitively, but then you suddenly pounced, sinking your teeth into his finger with all the feline ferocity you could muster.

He laughed at the pain, clearly entertained by your aggressive playstyle. Havik slowly pulled his finger from your grip, even going so far as to rip it from the joint completely severing it from his hand, gauging your feline reaction as he did so, and wiggling it in front of your face. Your pupils dilated, poised to strike, and he tossed the digit across the room. With a swift leap, you chased it down, landing on it fiercely before gnawing and licking your newfound prey.

Havik chuckled, thoroughly amused by your antics, and he approached once more, gently scratching your chin in appreciation of your hunting prowess. "Good show, little hunter," he rasped, his gaze drawn to a small nametag on your collar. 'Chaos,' it read, which brought a soft laughter from Havik. "Suits you well, Chaos," he mused, a trace of admiration in his voice as he nodded in agreement with his own assessment.

Quan Chi

Quan Chi stood there, engrossed in the pages of an ancient tome, his unblinking eyes scanning each word with unwavering focus. Every page seemed to hold the key to some profound knowledge, and he devoured the text as though his very life depended on it. Eventually, he settled at his desk, positioned by a window that offered a breathtaking view of the land beyond.

His face remained stoic, lost in thought as he stared out into the horizon. In the midst of his silent contemplation, a soft meow pierced the stillness, and his view of the outside world was unexpectedly obscured by a curtain of long Siamese fur. Initially startled by the sudden interruption, Quan Chi soon realized that this intrusion was a welcome one.

There you were, perched right in his line of sight on the desk, your head tilted curiously as you offered a gentle meow. His expression remained unchanged, but his actions spoke volumes. He reached out and pulled you into a warm embrace, your soft fur serving as a soothing balm for his troubled mind. He closed his eyes and caressed your fur with fluid, gentle motions, releasing a soft sigh as the weight of his worries seemed to dissipate with every stroke.

You purred contentedly in his arms, your presence providing a comforting warmth to his tense mental battle. "Necro," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude, "a welcome solace in my prophetic storm." These words carried the unspoken acknowledgment of how you, in your own feline way, had brought him back to the present and eased his burdens.

(plot twist Quan Chi already has a cat)

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What Genshin Guys Are Like In Bed (NSFW)

These aren’t exactly proper smut but please, Minors, don’t engage it still has descriptions of sex!

I would be willing to go into a character on a more specific level if anyone would be interested. It of course does not need to be NSFW :D

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Kaeya

Kaeya loves to tease you. So much that he'll act so oblivious, to the point where he makes you literally tell him exactly what you want him to do to you. He'll sometimes act a little patronising when you get frustrated. Be ready for irritating foreplay before he becomes the one who gets needy. He's so eager to please once that happens

Diluc

Diluc will either be gentle and restrained or completely feral without realising it. He's got a pretty average, maybe slightly low sex drive so it takes a little for him to drift into that sort of mood. That's usually seeing you in all your elegant glory or getting into some sort of altercation with Kaeya or the Abyss. If he's gentle you'll get a huge amount of compliments and praise- his hands will not miss an inch of your skin as he worships it. If he's angry he won't take it out on you with words or any sort of degradation. Most of the time his actions become harsher- his thrusts get faster and harsher, and he might even leave fingerprint bruises on your hips if it was a particularly stressful day.

Venti

Venti can be pretty insatiable- usually at the most inconvenient times. He'll try his luck anywhere he can get away with. That includes but is not limited to: the top branches of the tree at Windrise, the huge statue of him in Mondstadt, and the vineyard at Dawn Winery. He's showy if you're into it. He's sort of playful about it, he'll be giggling and grinning while you both try to stay quiet.

Albedo

Albedo has a very low sex drive, so I feel he'd only ever be in the mood if you bring it up. He's also very curious about what things you like the most. He intends to explore every part of your body to see how it works. He remembers all of these places too so that he knows how to better satisfy you. One of his favourites is just having you on his lap while he works in Dragonspine because it keeps you both warm and unites you both in a way he absolutely cannot get enough of.

Xiao

Xiao seems like the type to accidentally break the bed during sex. Not because he's rough but because he's gripping the headboard to keep himself from hurting you. He tries to be gentle with you but it doesn't always work and sometimes he ends up losing the battle and wakes up tangled in the sheets with your hips and neck covered in bruises and hickeys.

Tartaglia

Childe treats every moment with you like it could be his last (Because he knows it might be). He's fervent, unrelenting and frantic like a teenager, complimenting you with everything he can think of. Childe breaks the bed from sheer overuse and thinks of it as an achievement. He also gets very cuddly after sex so dont hope to leave his arms for a couple of hours.  

Zhongli

Zhongli always exhibits a great amount of control over himself. He's gentle and soft with you. It's romantic when he towers over you and tells you everything he thinks of you because undoubtedly it will be something wonderful. He likes to hold your hands above your head, intertwining them as he intertwines you. He also carries you to the bath each and every time.

Kaedehara Kazuha

Kazuha treats every moment with you like it's poetry. He needs to take his time and memorise each part of you. He admires you, and savours you like a windchime in a hurricane. Sex with Kazuha doesn't seem as much a sexual act as it does a romantic and sensual, uniting one. When he feels you, he doesn't only receive sexual pleasure but also soulful pleasure that spreads between you both.

Thoma

Thoma is someone who is just so happy and grateful to have you do this sort of thing for and/or with him. He genuinely cannot think of anything but you during those moments. I imagine a constant stream of praise and thank you's spilling out of his mouth during any sort of activity you do for him. His whole body heats up too and if he isn't careful he could burn you by accident.

Arrataki Itto

Itto's already pretty empty head goes completely blank during that. He doesn't say anything but groans and mumble swears under his breath as he fucks you. He's another boy whos likely to break the bed from pure brute force. He thinks that's really amusing actually.

Gorou

Gorou tends to overthink this type of thing. He wants to make sure that you are comfortable. He always tells you a safeword in case, and he never concerns his own please until he's gone down on you. He needs to be absolutely sure that he's pleased you before he can help himself to you. That’s especially hard since he gets worked up easily. He really tries to make it special for you both during those moments because you don’t always have a lot of time to do them.

Kamisato Ayato

He can get wrapped up in his work and forget about his needs so sometimes you might need to come to him. He's someone I think would enjoy cockwarming like Albedo because he can do that and do his paperwork.

Tighnari

Tighnari gets oddly flustered at the moment and actually ends up rambling unless you stop him. He's quite nervous so try to guide him through it. It's a little ironic since I imagine him having a pretty normal, maybe even kinda high sex drive. If he gets too needy you guys might even go at it in the forest, but he'll be a little anxious about being found before losing it completely

Cyno

He isn't mean but he's stern. He likes to be in charge and won't leave a bratty S/O unpunished. It's not anything actually bad. He's likely to edge you until you apologise. He wouldn't break the bed but that might be because he's more fond of taking you against a wall

Scaramouche

Oh, he is so bratty. He would probably call you teasing names and pick on you for how needy you look when he edges you. He's mean during it but he gets surprisingly gentle in the aftermath. He won't mention it but he'll run you a bath and make you a drink. He'd prefer it if you never brought it up.

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My thought on the Rise of Ning, Pt 3

I finished 24 episodes of The Rise of Ning, and I wanna add in my two cents about the storyline so far, which, considering that I wake up everyday at 6 am to catch up on, is pretty damn good XD:

I was very pleased they adapted a scene of Lu Jiaxue observing Yining’s calligraphy and noticing that it bears a heavy similarity to Luo Shenyuan’s. This is an often emphasized point in the novel, given how prized a skill calligraphy was for scholars/officials back then, the fact that Yining can replicate his style is indicative of how very close they are. Now whether that’s a sibling thing or not, is anyone’s guess ;) hehehe

At this point, many of the drama plot lines are very different from those in the novel. But the one thing that the drama preserves in full glory, despite all the plotline modifications, is the sheer depth of Luo Shenyuan’s yearning for Luo Yining! And it’s just so!!! The way she is his most important consideration, the detail with which he prepares everything for her in the event of his death, and the extreme passion he is clearly repressing every moment sitting next to her… I’m so very satisfied, I’m giving five stars just for this alone.

Another thing this drama does excellently is to more subtly portray Yining’s extreme levels of attachment to him: the way in all her visuals of the future, he is eternally just accompanying her, reading to her, living with her (girl has truly never accounted for a possible future husband and sister-in-law in all these dreams lolol), her headlong jump into the river to avoid implicating him, even though she has to have heavy trauma of falling off high places… Also her keenness in noticing all the girls who are trying to marry him, while he couldn’t care less. (Also I daresay her determination to matchmake for him is also her oblivious way of staking a claim on her San-ge)

Also, shame they made Lu Jiaxue and Zhao Mingzhu adoptive sibling, putting them on the same generational level. This is because there is a point in the novel where our hot pining Marquis Lu becomes Yining’s godfather without having a clear idea of who she is, and the way he manipulates that seniority is truly a delicious read.

Notably the drama ALSO preserves the forceful and unpleasant aspects of his obsession with regaining Yining; in the novel, he truly cannot conceive that she has a whole life and family she will protect above him. Also in the novel, Yining is reborn in the Luo family after twenty years as a wandering spirit, so by that time, she mostly moves on from her romantic attachments to him, though she does blame him for her death. The blaming for death section is there in the drama, but here I feel that Yining's primary feeling towards him is raw fear, which also biases me firmly against Lu Jiaxue rn.

 Now I’ll begin my usual rambling commentary on plot changes lol. They’ve quite significantly changed Daoyan’s character here, enough that he’s basically a whole new person. While this makes sense with the drama plotline of reopening the Chen Jiuheng case, that’s not a plotline found in the novel. Novel! Daoyan is an eccentric monk who is also a military genius. My first read of him in the novel was that he was very ruthless, but tbh it’s more of that he is unaffected by emotions and is exceedingly practical, and in this he contrasts both Lu Jiaxue and Luo Shenyuan, who have an obsession with Luo Yining in common. So that’s a dynamic we are probably not going to see, oh well.

With regards to the side plot of Luo Yixiu and Lin Mao… I somehow don’t really care for it? Sure, with regards to my personal life, I believe in marrying a person you sincerely like, but in a feudal context like in this drama… it honestly feels a bit out of place. The princess’ son is genuinely a pretty good choice for her, given that he cares for her, has an odd personality that is not likely to take concubines later and has a pretty reasonable mother! Also I just instinctively dislike Lin Mao for always lecturing her about her weight and giving her weird weight loss medicine! Even if she says she likes Lin Mao, it comes off more as a childish infatuation than anything else.

Now that I’ve gotten started on this, novel! Lin Mao is actually shown to have a crush on Luo Yining, which no one except Shenyuan ever takes seriously. He does propose marriage, only to be turned down pretty firmly, and he goes off to a border region. Throughout the novel, he is portrayed as a playful individual who keeps wriggling in and out of sticky situations. He eventually does make his name by securing disaster relief for the border but throughout the novel AND the drama so far, he’s the kind of person I may want to have a short summer romance with, but never the kind of person I can depend on for a steady life. And that is kind of a very important criteria for marriage for a noble lady in those times!

Anyway moving on, regarding the plotline of Gu Minglan’s death, it is not a mystery in the novel: she forces herself to give birth to Yining prematurely, so that Yining’s parentage is not suspected. In a way, the novel portrays her as a very sensitive woman deeply conscious of the social taboos of her time, after Yining is conceived, giving birth to her is the only thing that keeps her tethered to life. 

The drama alters Gu Minglan’s character to be more self-reliant and thus adds in an element of intrigue to her death. I feel this is primarily driven by the fact that they will only reveal that Yining isn’t the garbage Luo Second master’s blood daughter much later in the drama, but this reveal actually happens pretty early in the novel. And THEN all the courtyard intrigue takes place when Yining joins her blood related paternal family (I don’t wanna spoil this, but maybe you guys will guess who it is anyway). In the drama plot, the intrigue continues to happen in the Luo family, after all, as a main character, you NEED to have some family member scheming to kill/ruin/wrong you always. 

Although Madam Chen’s character is more fleshed out here: her resentment is only human, considering that she loses her first son early and has to watch her husband harbor feelings for her sister-in-law, which is probably the highest level of social damnation for her, if it ever came out. Both in the novel and drama she is a person obsessed with maintaining ‘face’. In the novel, her first son is alive and well, and also her husband occupies a higher position than his brother. In the drama, she possesses neither of these comforts, and it’s not illogical that she plays a more vicious role. And the actress is also killing it; her expressions when no one is observing, do give off an ominous feeling.