Waking Up To Them In Their Underwear !

Waking up to them in their underwear !

Ft. ran haitani / kaeya alberich

got this idea from my dad lol

cw: none, just fluff, and maybe a bit suggestive? it's ran and kaeya we're talking about here

;; pls let this appear in the tags

+ ran haitani

you shifted in your bed as the morning sunshine shone towards your face. groaning, not wanting to wake up from slumber, you eventually sat up on the bed. "ran, wake up," you shook your fiance's shoulder. "mhm," he replied, turning his body away from you. you only sighed, waking up with ran was sometimes a pain. of course you understand that he's exhausted from work but still, it's a weekday and you both got to go to work.

"i'm gonna go shower, and once i'm done, you better get your ass up too," you said, throwing a pillow at him. after showering, you exited the bathroom, only to see your fiance making up the bed with just in his boxers. "ran!" you yelped, quickly turning away. "what?!" he asked in a surprised voice. ran turned to look at you and a small smirk reached upon his lips.

he slowly walked up towards you, hands pulling your waist to his body. "why are you turning away? are you embarrassed to see me like this?" he asked. his voice was low and very near your ear, you swore it gave you goosebumps. you stayed silent, too shy and scared to give an answer. ran noticed this and thus he started to kiss the side of your face, slowly going down to your neck, leaving small bites and smooches. his hands gripped your waist closer to- wait, was there something hard poking against you? "ran, we got work today," you sighed as he continued leaving kisses on your exposed shoulder.

"nah, baby, we're going to finish what you started. i'm sure mikey wouldn't mind me entering work late."

+ kaeya alberich

"kaeya, get up," you shoved his elbow lightly. the blue haired calvary captain only let out a groan and turned his body away from you. "fine, i'm gonna make breakfast," you huffed and left the bed.

as you were serving and plating the food, kaeya stood near the kitchen door, sure have your ups and downs but he was grateful that you never left his side, even when things didn't work out, you were there to make it right again. he was glad to have you as his and his only.

"kaeya! why are you- go put on some pants for barbatos' sake!" you yelled, shocked to see your husband only in his boxers. you turned away, back facing him. that was new, he never only wore boxers around you before this, never. kaeya let out a laugh, which made your heart skipped a beat. "come on, sweetheart, it's not like you've never seen me like this before," he said, walking closer to you.

you felt yourself turning red as he hugged you from behind. his hands gripped your waist as he smooches your nape, while humming some random tune. "well yeah, but you never go around the house only in- in that," you stammered. you peered down behind you and saw his obvious dingdong print from the boxers. you quickly turned away, not wanting those wild thoughts of him to run through your mind early in the morning. "hm? why are you red? you've seen me naked before haven't you, you shouldn't be shy by now," he teased as he bit your earlobe. god, him as his teasing personality. "go eat while the food is hot," you rolled your eyes, trying to change the topic but saying that only makes it worst.

"why eat that when the food is right in front of me?"

// tokyo rev chapter 278 spoilers

in celebrating the manga's ending 🥹 (not proofread btw)

note: im estimating them to be around 20+ in here

There you were, standing beside chifuyu, baji and kazutora as you saw your best friend, hina and takemitchy, walking down the stairs of the church.

The bells were ringing and wedding songs filled your ears as you smiled at the newlywed. you were happy for them but deep down, you wanted what they have as well. to get married and settle down with the love of your life, oh how you wish to experience that.

Baji, who noticed your smile slowly dropping at the sides of your face, placed a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, you alright?" he asked. you smiled at him and nodded. baji hummed in acknowledgement as he faced the pair once more.

You went to stand next to emma, who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief draken had given her. you stifled a giggle at her antics. "hey don't laugh! this is an involuntary action y'know!" she said as she snorted into the handkerchief. "haha ok ok i'll stop," you laughed. your gaze then turned towards a figure standing beside draken. he had jet black hair and a toned lean figure. god, he looks so fine in that blue suit, you thought.

Mikey has changed a lot throughout his teenage years. he's now a professional motor racer, just like he always dreamed of. you've always admired him, ever since you guys started being friends. and as a result, you've fallen for him. you've fallen for his personality, how he always cared for the people around him and of course his looks. but his looks comes second tho. but god, you've fallen in love with him since forever.

"Hey y/n! how's the wedding event so far?" a sudden voice chirped, immediately snapping you out of your train of thoughts. you looked up, face to face with chifuyu. ah chifuyu, the golden retriever yet as bashful as a schoolgirl, especially when he's around you. yes, you knew he has a crush on you, ever since you best friends. mind you, baji told you when you were way back in high school.

"It's great! I just can't imagine how we're all here to see them together. It's like how I've always dreamed of," you sighed dreamily as you saw takemitchy and hina cutting a slice of their wedding cake together. "I wish that could be me one day," chifuyu sighed as he put his hand at the back of his neck.

"Fuyu, i-"

"Go out with me, please?"

Your gaze snapped towards him instantly. chifuyu was looking down towards the ground, not wanting to see what reaction you hold. you felt bad for him. you know how he feels towards you but you've never feel the same way towards him. and he doesn't know that you had feelings for mikey. "fuyu, about that, can you give me some time? I just think that it's a bit inappropriate to be answering that during someone's wedding," you chuckled awkwardly.

Chifuyu immediately stood up straight with a smile as bright as the sun on his face. "Great! I'll be waiting for you then!" he said as he went back to baji's side. you smiled as you saw him gone, but the smile dropped once more when you realized that you had just gave him hope. a hope where you're sure that you are unable to return it back to him.

finally coming back from my "writer's block" (hopefully) and maybe thinking about turning this into a series or something idk (i feel bad for doing this to my beloved chifuyu but i wanted some angst lol) 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ let me know if you want a sequel!

somewhere only we know | sanzu h.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: and as he laid there, blood spilling around him and body slowly going cold, it wasn’t thoughts of bonten or mikey running through his mind, it was you and the future he could have--would have--had with you had he not been a coward.

genre: heavy angst, implied smut, post-bonten!arc

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, implied age gap (bonten!sanzu + uni-aged!reader), ambiguous ending implied mcd, very unedited

wordcount: 2.8k

Everything hurt. He couldn’t move his body anymore, he realized, fear finally beginning to replace the adrenaline that had been driving him for… how many days now? Three, four, five? He wasn’t sure how long.

It didn’t matter now, he supposed, slumped against the wall of the alley, blood pooling around him and numbness spreading through his body. Sanzu Haruchiyo was as good as dead, it was only a matter of time before his stubborn body finally gave up on survival.

A part of him wondered if you would see his death on the news and feel anything. He knew it would be there, the fall of Bonten was becoming an international spectacle--just yesterday, he watched his brother (brother, Takeomi was his brother and it had taken Sanzu far too long to tell him that) get shot down on the television before he had even received word from any of their men. As the current acting head of the organization with Mikey’s death, Sanzu knew damn well that his face would be plastered all over the news.

His head drooped for a moment and Sanzu coughed violently as blood bubbled in his mouth, wincing as pain shot through his body at the action.

Fuck.

His eyes drifted toward his cell phone--too far for him to reach but he should try. He should be trying to reach out to Kakucho or Ran, tell them what happened so they can prepare for whatever their next steps are going to be but…

Even as his blurry gaze fell on his phone, the only thoughts that circulated through his head involved you.

What were you doing? It was a Wednesday night, you didn’t have classes tomorrow, you were probably up watching that dumb reality TV show that he always pretended to hate watching with you.

“Those girls are dumb as rocks.”

You gasped, throwing popcorn at him, “That’s rude! You’re dumb as rocks, Haru!”

A huff of laughter escaped his lips at the memory, one that was cut off sharply as pain struck him like lightning. His body shuddered violently in response and he grit his teeth so as to not cry out and draw attention toward where he was laying.

Where he was laying.

It was ironic, really, how close he was to you, and yet how far it was at the same time. Your apartment was just down the street, he could practically see the two of you walking past this very same alley, coming back from the cafe around the corner, laughing about something that had happened in one of your classes earlier in the day.

A sick feeling stirred in him as he remembered why he was so close to your apartment.

Were you okay?

He felt nauseous because he knew he couldn’t answer the question. The threat, after Mikey had died and the feds began hunting down the remaining executives, all of their rivals had gotten bolder trying to usurp Bonten from their place at the top and-

“That little bitch you were with a few months ago, we’ve been keeping an eye on her, you know?”

“I don’t give a shit about her, it’s a waste of your time.”

“No loss for us, she’ll be dead in a few hours anyway.”

Sanzu gagged on blood and bile, he had left you to keep you safe from this life and it just wasn’t enough--nothing he did was ever fucking enough, he hadn’t even been able to get to you and make sure you were okay, he could only fucking pray that it had been an empty threat to get him out of the Bonten safehouse where he and the other executives had all been hiding out.

Please be okay.

You had always been there for him, always around when he needed it and all he brought was pain and misfortune into your life. Dragging you into danger, sacrificing your physical and mental health at his expense, keeping you up at all hours of the night because he couldn’t stay asleep, forcing you to miss classes because of one threat or another to your life as a means to try to get to him.

But you never complained, he remembered, throat tight as he remembered how you took everything in stride with a small smile and nod, never arguing, never making things harder on him even though he knew damn well that all he did to you was make your life harder.

He remembered waking up late at night haunted by awful memories of his past, clutching his mouth so hard he drew blood, tears running down his face, and he remembered trying to leave the first time it had happened, and he remembered you. He remembered you waking up and grabbing his hand before he could flee, tugging him back to the bed and holding him close to your chest and Sanzu Haruchiyo couldn’t remember the last time someone had ever held him so gently before that night--maybe he never had been. He remembered crying for the first time in years--for the first time since that day--and he remembered you allowing him to let it all out, listening quietly as you traced patterns on his back and smoothed down his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he remembered saying, voice choked, “sorry, I wish you didn’t have to see me like this, I-”

“Don’t apologize, silly,” you told him, voice quiet as you pressed kisses to the top of his head and he remembered holding you tighter, fearing that if he let you go, you would disappear--so tight that he was sure it must’ve been painful for you but you never said a word in complaint. “You shouldn’t hold this all in, let me be here for you.”

And the weight of his past laid so, so, so heavy on his shoulders; so heavy that it caused his body strain and his mind genuine pain and he could only numb it by inhaling pills like they were candy--until he met you, at least. Until he met you and you became the only drug he needed, you washed away his pain like sand in a wave with your soft kisses and gentle touches. You were like the light at the end of the endlessly dark tunnel he’d been desperately trying to find his way out of his entire life and-

“I don’t need you. Leave me the fuck alone.”

The nausea hit him like a truck as he remembered the last words he spoke to you, the image of your smile disappearing and being replaced by the hurt look that had spread across your face after hearing his words.

Fuck.

You had trusted him, you had trusted him and he had taken that trust and destroyed it like he did with everything fucking else in his life.

He had to do it, he tried to convince himself, he had to, it was to keep you safe but he couldn’t help but remember holding you one night--one of the first times he had spent the night at your apartment. You were peacefully sleeping in his arms, the very same hands that killed countless men lightly tracing patterns on your skin, gently holding you close, careful not to stir you from your slumber. And he remembered that night questioning with a heavy heart: why? How? Why were you with him? How could you rest so blissfully in the arms of one of Japan’s most wanted, a murderer?

He could see it every time the two of you went out together--no matter how much he pretended not to you. He could see the fearful looks directed toward his forearm, he could see the disgusted stares shot toward the ugly scars marring his lips and he knew that people looked at you and questioned the very same thing that he did why? Why were you with him? The drug addict, the criminal, the physically and mentally scarred? Why were you with him when you could do so much fucking better?

And he could see you--he could see you shooting dirty looks at everyone who dared to look at him wrong even though you knew damn well he was more than capable of defending himself.

“You shouldn’t have to,” he could hear you pouting, chin propped up on his chest as you looked up at him, arms wrapped tight around his waist, “Let me love you, Haru.”

And you did, you did love him, and you had shown it with every action. With every soft kiss to the rough skin of his scars, with every gentle touch you laid upon his body, with every time you cupped his face and kissed him and looked at him like he was the most precious person in the entire world.

Sanzu Haruchiyo was sure he had never known what it was like to be loved so unconditionally before he met you. He had been loved for his money, and the status he could give, but until he met you, he had never been loved for him—you looked past the money, past the scars, past all of the awful things he had done in his life. Quick, rough fucks and bruising kisses had been the norm until you laid him back on your bed, running your lips along every inch of his body, kissing every single scar that marred his skin, tracing your fingers across his skin like it was a map only you could read.

And Sanzu Haruchiyo had never been one to let go of control--anxious that doing so would be violently thrown back in his face and old wounds that had never healed correctly would be ripped right back open--but when you laid in bed with him, looking down at him with that adoring gaze he had never quite been able to grow used to, begging him to let you take care of him, he couldn’t bring himself to say no.

And it was just as he feared--you reopened those poorly healed wounds with your lips but your soft whispers muted the pain and anxiety of being laid fully bare in front of someone for the first time in his life. All of the walls he had built to hide his emotions crumbled and all of the clothes hiding his scarred body stripped as you told him how much you loved him, how beautiful he was, how he deserved the world and how someday you would figure out how to give it to him.

Let me love you, Haru.

Your words echoed through his head like a mantra and he sobbed, the pain finally numbing as his body began to give out. He should’ve let you, he should’ve let you, it was for the best but he wished he had been fucking selfish for once in his life. He wished he would’ve found a way to leave this life and run away with you, he wished he hadn’t been a coward.

He choked on his own blood as he inhaled sharply. He could feel himself dying, he realized, he could feel his body weakening and his vision was starting to go dark. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall of the building as he desperately tried to picture your face, picture what could have been between the two of you.

You would’ve worn one of those big, poofy white gowns, he realized, remembering your obsession with those princess dresses and he could see you in it--he could see you walking toward him, he could see you spinning on the dancefloor with him, he could hear you giggling as you dragged him by the hand down the hallway of the reception of your own wedding, eager to finally get some alone time with him. He could feel himself smiling as you pushed him against the wall, he could feel your lips on his and his throat felt swollen and tight because he would give anything to touch you one last time, to give you one last kiss.

Would you have had kids? He wasn’t sure, Sanzu Haruchiyo never had a good parental figure in his life--the thought of starting a family was one that made his blood run cold but as the image of a little boy with his hair and your eyes and a little girl that was the mirror image of you pushed its way into his mind, instead of fear he could only feel a deep set longing--his eyes blurred and he wasn’t sure if it was from tears or blood loss.

“I don’t want to see you anymore.”

The words were still bitter on his tongue, rotting his mouth even after all of these months. He wanted to throw up, scream that he was lying and hope that you could hear it from down the street, cry. He could see you drawing back as if he had hit you and Sanzu had to physically swallow the bile that rose to his throat.

“What?” your voice had been barely a whisper, he almost didn’t hear you.

Almost.

“You deaf?” he sounded cruel even to his own ears. He wished he could tell you that he was lying and he loved you and he just needed to keep you safe from his fucked up life. “I said I don’t want you. I’m fuckin’ bored of you.”

And he had been lying through his fucking teeth, of course he had, but Sanzu Haruchiyo had always been a good liar and when he turned to walk away from you, he had to physically stop himself from covering his ears as you called after him, asking what you did wrong, begging for another chance, promising to be better.

He didn’t want to die. The thought hit him with the force of a million suns, white hot fear circulating through his blood when he realized he didn’t have much time left, when he realized he was going to die alone just as he feared all of those years ago, when he realized he’d never be able to apologize to you for what he did, tell you that those hateful words were lies and that nobody in the world could love someone as much as he loved you.

You had made his shitty life worth living and all he had done was hurt you in return. But you had always been good at reading him, and a part of him hoped that deep down you knew the truth—you knew he loved you, you knew that he only said those things to keep you safe—but the larger part of him knew it would be easier for you to move on from him if you didn’t know any better, even if the thought of you spending the rest of your life with someone other than him made him sick to his stomach.

If you were even alive, a darker voice reminded him but Sanzu forced the thought away. You had to be okay, he had given you up—the only thing in his life that had ever made him happy—just to make sure you would be safe.

You were safe, he told himself, and he couldn’t feel his limbs anymore and he didn’t have the strength to cough up the blood bubbling in his mouth. He kept his eyes slid shut as he desperately tried to picture your face one last time and even as his head went fuzzy and the coldness spread across his body, a weak smile tugged at his lips because you were the only thought running through his mind.

----

The pain was gone. Sanzu’s eyes fluttered open and he winced at the bright light.

Was he dead?

Sanzu couldn’t even tell, everything was too bright and blinding and he just wanted to shut his eyes again but just as he was going to, he felt something light brush against his face and he flinched. He winced as he turned his head to the side to look over at whatever had touched him and he swore his heart faltered when he noticed who was sitting next to him.

Was he dreaming? Hallucinating?

He had to be.

“Y/n?” he breathed out, and he swore he could have cried when he recognized the soft, familiar smile gracing your face as you looked down at him. Maybe he was crying, he realized, feeling wet tracks run down his cheeks.

“Hi, Haru.”

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it’s always been us.

“there are many stars in the sky tonight. but the only one crossing my heart is you.”

synopsis. spending ten years together through highs and lows isn’t easy. but what if there’s a motive behind your every word, every action, and every gaze? throw in a dash of betrayal, a tablespoon of pining, and lots of heartache and there you have it. perfection.

pairing. kaeya alberich x gn!reader.

genre. fluff; angst; (childhood)friends to lovers. 

warnings. major character death; violence; detailed descriptions of fights; angst; etc.

navigation. main menu, genshin menu.

table of contents.

↬ chapter i  — the first time.

↬ chapter ii — death after noon.

↬ chapter iii — cool it.

↬ chapter iv — angel’s share.

↬ chapter v — mission compromised.

↬ chapter vi — honing skills.

↬ chapter vii — frost, sparks, and flames.

↬ chapter viii — consequences.

↬ chapter ix — it’s always been us.

↬ epilogue.

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dating megumi fushiguro would include?

note: just really happy fluff. headcanon! dt my beloved fushiguro <3

paring: fushiguro x gn! reader

please, you two would be the most precious couple!

i don’t think he would ever consider you as a friend so he‘d go straight to the crushing thing

which is completely new to him. he‘d memorise your shampoo because it smells so good! or always seeking your company as he thought of you as the only sane person in his life.

he would have trouble understanding his feelings but once he does, he will make a move real quick.

„i want to hang out with you more.“ he once said which left you blushing for a good minute, eventually starting to go on dates

you would have a hard time getting approved by gojo, kugisaki and itadori.

i see nobara letting you endure a couple test first. „what’s his second most favourite side dish?“ „tofu?“ „wrong!“

megumi would also be extremely annoyed by the trio whenever they bug you

(cat) cafe dates! library dates!

listen, he would be so invested in taking you to coffee dates. bonus points if it’s a cat cafe.

him blushing when he sees you wearing something less formal.

or noticing your soft giggles, playing with your hair or adorably tilting your head.

no, he would cover his cheeks, not trying to stare at you while his face would turn pink.

almost no pda! he would hold your back whenever you go upstairs or stroke your arm when he is into a good book.

on really rare occasions he would also hold your hand while going window shopping.

arguments would be rather rare but if they happen, it’s often about misunderstandings since megumi can’t express his emotions very well.

ok so i said pda is a no-no but once the two of you are alone, he wants you to take care of him

cuddles, brushing your fingers through his hair. everything. the full program, please.

he‘d never admit it but he loves skincare! gotta make sure this face is all soft and clean and would actually be sad when you didn’t get enough masks for the two of you.

i see his s/o being someone he can be silent with. someone that leaves him alone if he really needed a moment but also being able to listen to him whenever he does have shit to say.

on the other hand, he would be a great listener and remember every detail you mentioned. really everything.

after someone recommended red velvet cake to you on your cafe date, he‘d refuse politely, knowing you hated these kinds of desserts.

he‘d long for the comfort and composure of the relationship with you since his days are already stressful enough.

also, he barely tells you how much he adores, yes even loves you. he‘d like to show it through acts of service.

but if he does tell you, it would be extremely casually. „you know i love you but can you move your ass a little?“

„you do what?“

„heard me correctly.“

if we talk about his life as a sorcerer, he would always make sure you were safe whether if you were a sorcerer yourself or not.

one of his primary goals is to make sure you, part of his life and family, are safe and he would make sure no one will take that away from him.

You really cannot take the sexuality aspect away from Chainsaw Man, there’s a lot to be said about it, a lot of very interesting commentary one can say about it, but I’m a huge fan of the narrative thread: Makima is Domination given flesh and she exerts her influence on an actual child who has known no love besides his intimately familial bond with his chainsaw dog thing and whose entire concept of “women” is “porn” and “my hormones want me to have sex and grab boobs”, but the boy, Denji, on every occasion he actually got close to scoring, to achieving this intimacy he thought he longed for, not this sexual release, but rather, sexual ascension, something in him immediately went “this isn’t it, chief, this just isn’t it”, not for the drunken pity fuck he almost got, and definitely not when he got frisky with Power at her insistence. In the first situation, he instinctively feels that the complete lack of affection and the fact that this was more humiliating than titilating is just wrong, it isn’t how it’s supposed to be for him, and in the latter, he certainly loves Power as a sister and best friend, but not as a love interest or object of lust, so it just feels gross and weird as hell, and his closing thoughts are “yeah no this is just wrong”, and in a way, Makima tries to break him precisely by giving him exactly the affection she knew he wanted – close bonds of trust and platonic love – so she herself could rip those away from him when the time was right.

And it all comes down crashing because 1) she didn’t realize not only just how much they meant to Denji, but how much Denji meant to them as well, and 2) the chainsaw dog thing within Denji loves him so much that he’s absolutely not going to stand around and let him go down without a fighting chance.

To put it bluntly, sexuality in the narrative of Chainsaw Man is a topic handled with far, far more nuance than you’d expect from a manga that most people will describe to you as “dude has chainsaw powers and goes fucking wild”, because it is not about sexuality in a vacuum, nor is it about glorifying or vilifying it, it’s simply treating sexuality as one of the many cogs in the overarching, complex clockwork that is “the bonds of affection and love with those around you”.