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scorpios sleep with the devil | m.chifuyu ʚ !! ɞ

❧ ;  SYNOPSIS. he’s loyal and you play games, he loves you and you’re too afraid. you’re polar opposites and yet neither of you can stay away.

❧ ; cpu characters. chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader.

❧ ; word count. 4.4k.

❧ ; genre + rating. fwb!au, angst, smut, 18+, minors do not interact !!

❧ ; game warnings. - proceed with caution !! characters are in their twenties, heavy smut, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of weed, mentions of blood, high sex, unprotected sex, oral sex ( fem!receiving ) fingering, choking, marking, spanking.

❧ ; streamer commentary. waa this is super late but this is my contribution to @keizos / @ineuii ‘s scorpio season collab. i hope i managed to do it justice and i had a lot of fun writing fuyu !! <3 m.list.  + tip jar.

there’s a song on the radio that you seem to know, ruby lined lips wrapped around a rolled joint hum along to the slow roll of R&B that purrs through the speakers of chifuyu’s bmw— he doesn’t know it, the song, nor does he care to, hyper fixated on the heat of your presence by his side and the softness of your voice as you exhale lyrics intertwined with smoke into his car.

the bass vibrates against his spine through expensive leather seats and he can’t tell if it’s the cause of his heart rattling around in the cavity of his chest or if it’s you you and the slow drags you take whatever it is you smoke and the o-shape of your lips as a puffy cloud fills the air. chifuyu doesn’t know the song, but it’s what you like and it’s always about what you like.

never him. never him and what he likes.

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hi aali!!! ive been missing my bllk boys so i was rereading ur vampireverse drabbles for bllk and i would like to present something to you: vampire!reader who is isagi's gf. they started dating before she turned, turned to save her life or whatever, and isagi helps her feed and is best boyfriend ever. but but but he cant keep being the only thing she feeds on (cos she refuses to hunt and bloodbags taste stale, boyfie isagi would never make u do something u dont want), so he asks for his team's help to let his gf feed on them. isagi might even start to get jealous when he thinks u prefer feeding on rin over him.

omg stopp i miss my vampy blue lock boys so much!! thank you for bringing them back <3

i feel like isagi getting a bit jealous over you feeding on other blood bags people is a canon event !! he knows that he can’t be the only thing you feed on and you hate when he feels all dizzy and woozy after giving you enough to last a week. hurting isagi is the last thing you’d ever want to do, so it takes a lot of convincing from him to het you to state your hunger elsewhere.

he promised it would be from people he knew could handle it, people you could trust not to tell everyone about your little fanged secret. of course, eleven eager soccer players would let isagi’s hot girlfriend drink their blood — especially since half of them have been in love with you from before isagi claimed you as his own.

yoichi doesn’t mind when you feed with nagi or bachira, he gets to sit in the room and hold your hand — pull you off when he thinks you’ve taken too much and calm your vampy instincts down. barou and kunigami are gentlemen, they only lend you their wrists so isagi never worries too much with them!!

rin on the other hand, he does everything he can to get under isagi’s skin. when it’s rin’s turn he sees how long you can go without blood, makes you wait to the point of starvation without telling your overprotective boyfriend — and grins when you take the first chance to jump him and slurp the viscous red from a bite to the neck.

isagi hates when you feed from rin because he feels like the younger teammate always holds it over his head. “i can’t let her feed if you’re watching isagi.” “i have better veins on my neck then my arms, don’t you want the feed to be easier for her? do you even care about your girlfriend?” it drives our favourite striker insane !!! because of course he wants the best for you :(

he hates the way he can hear rin moan and whimper as you drain him dry… the sessions are awfully longer with rin too. isagi worries that you might like them more with rin than with him !!!

so he always tries to offer up extra to you, smothers you in more affection than usual, tries to stay up later with you because of course you don’t sleep. when you finally get it out of isagi that he’s jealous, you tell him you feed on rin the longest to make him weaker at practice — so isagi can beat him easier. that you want isagi’s blood the most, that you’re always thinking of his taste and scent and smell.

and let’s just say, the way you’re so possessive over isagi and his blood — earns you a nice long session with him too :3

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— permission and promiscuity + rensuke kunigami.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — your boyfriend could not be anymore of a sweetheart, but you're tired of him asking for permission, for being the nice guy…and for once you want to see his wild side.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, newly established relationship, doggy-style, squirting, breeding mention, size!kink, slight praise!kink, unprotected!sex, dom + pro player!kunigami, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1.2K.

⭑ notes — heyooo !! i'm back!! this is for the kunigami fans out there woo!! sorry this is so short aaa i have never written for him pls be kind i am just a girl who could nawt get this out of her head - m.list ✩

kunigami never does anything without your permission. 

he whispers a question each and every time he leans in to kiss you, wetting his lips with the pink of his tongue and his golden eyes hooded each time. ‘can i kiss you, sweetheart?’ he’ll ask. ‘let me kiss you, yeah?’. a hand around your waist to show his possessiveness over you in front of his teammates is usually met with a soft look against his chiselled and god-like features. ‘is this okay?’ his face will say, his fingertips just a breath’s width away from curling around the outline of your hips. 

kunigami always asks to hold your hand before he does it, thumbing over the mountains of each of your knuckles as he waits for you to fully grasp his larger hand with your own. 

you could say he’s courteous, gentlemanly and it’s incredibly endearing. 

never in your life have you had a man treat you with such respect and be so cautious of his every move around you— as if you’re an intricate and vintage vase at risk of shattering at any moment.

you tell him this after having your boyfriend walk you home— he stands before you outside the threshold of your apartment, nervous as he swallows thickly. “i’m not made of glass rensuke, i won’t break if you touch me.” leaning forward, you place a hand on his chest and nose up the sharpness of his jaw as if to taunt the poor man— push at him until his resolve breaks. 

“but you said,” the football player breathes  through his nose, falling into your trance. “but i don’t wanna hurt you. you said it’s been a while.” 

he’s so cute, so considerate— kunigami’s cheeks flaming at your proximity and the sweet kisses you leave along his jawline. “it’s only been a while because my big, strong man won’t let me at him,” you drawl, dragging your hand down his chest. “i need you, ren. what are you so worried about?”

“big is an understatement,” rensuke tilts his head to capture your lips in a chaste kiss, a sign that your temptation is working. “i just don’t want to cause you any pain, make you uncomfortable…” he loses his words in your feverish kisses, your fingers fisting the collar of your boyfriend’s shirt and your tongue hungrily gliding across the seam of his mouth. you barely give the orange-haired pro player any time to think outside of you.

parting slowly, licking at the strings of saliva that connect you both, you grin— a dark and enticing flame flickering in your once innocent doe eyes. “i can take big, ren. i can handle you.” 

“i-is this really a conversation we should be having on your doorstep, sweetheart?” kunigami stutters. 

“we could be having it in my bedroom if you’d just come inside, my love.” you counter, mischievously.

that’s how you end up a soaked and sweaty mess, pinned underneath your boyfriend and gripping hard onto the sheets for dear life. 

all of your teasing and taunting had pushed kunigami over the edge— bringing out that wild card in him. saliva swapping kisses turned to skilfully stripped clothes, the soccer player using one hand to unclip your bra with skilful ease halfway up the stairs to your bedroom. you’d just about managed to yank his shirt off before stumbling through the door to your room— caressing every ridge and muscle in rensuke’s sculpted form. 

you were tossed to the bed before your brain could catch up, large hands rolling you onto your stomach and moulding you into the perfect position to be absolutely ravaged. ass up high, face down low and in the sheets. 

he’s been working his cock into you for the last hour, your cunt so tight around him— clinging to every blue-forked vein that spirals around kunigami’s length as he languidly pushes it deeper into you. poor you, poor baby…you’ve only been able to take half of his chubbed up dick, clawing at the blankets every time your boyfriend even pushes an inch further into your welcoming wet walls.

“come on sweetheart,” the orange-haired striker rasps, tonguing up the nape of your neck from behind, licking across your saltine skin. “you’ve been so good. take a little more for me, that’s it…let me in.” 

a whimper bubbles up on your glossed lips, it’s remainders smeared across your face from where you’ve been writhing against pillows and blankets for friction and you wiggle your hips back onto your boyfriend in frustration— wanting more. “ren,” you huff, looking back at him from over your shoulder with glassy eyes. “s’too much.”

he pauses, the rough pads of his thumbs circling over the stretch marks on your hips. “does it hurt?” 

you shake your head ‘no’ and kunigami grins against your skin— the feeling of his lips spreading causing goosebumps to rise across your neck and shoulders before he plants wet kisses along them until he reaches your lips. “then we’ll keep going, until you’re stuffed full’a me ‘n my cock. okay sweetheart?”

“mm’fuck.. kay,” you respond with a sweet squeal. kunigami pulls his sweltering chest away from your sticky back, his hand pushing down on the small of it while his other finds your puffy clit between your dripping folds. a scream tears in the column of your throat as he simultaneously pumps his throbbing girth into you and draws his name across your sex in tight movements. the combination of those simple actions have your mind in a frenzy, clouding with visions of lust as your thighs tremble and struggle to keep you up. 

juices roll down their insides in thick waves, gathering around rensuke in a frothy white mix the more he fucks into you— the wet pap, pap, pap of his balls against your cunt echoing throughout your bedroom. you glaze him in your arousal, smear it up his contracting abs and the fronts of his toned thighs. you make rensuke kunigami an absolute mess, you destroy him and he wonders while he held back for so long.

“sing your pretty song for me, sweetheart, lemme hear you.” your boyfriend praises over your tune of kitten mewls, breathless pants and soft hiccups. you can feel yourself getting closer and he’s not even fully sheathed inside you— your walls rippling around him with the telltale sign you’re about to cum. rensuke doesn’t relent, placing his foot on the bed as leverage to move his hips faster, harder— groaning deep between bared and gritted fangs while he watches your ass jiggle against his pelvis, shining with your slick. “you gonna cum, baby? can i make you cum? is that okay?”

you barely have it in you to say anything, give him a sign…not that it matters. for the soccer player is already playing with your pleasure nub once again, drawing electrifying shapes against it and rubbing your juices back into your sex while you clench around his sloppy cock. tempting him into your bedroom had to be one of the best decisions you’ve ever made, you think as you fall apart— eyes rolling far back into your skull while you clench and cream on him.

“atta girl, sweetheart,” kunigami coos as you come down from your earth-shattering high, a mess of weak bones and jelly legs in his arms. it’s only then that he’s able to push all the way past your entrance, throwing the entirety of his weight on top of you and crushing you into the sheets— already gearing up to sensually swing his hips into you again. “but this time, you’re gonna take it. all of it. i’m far from done with you.”

you throw it back onto him and cry out in response, your head laying back against his muscled shoulder as a thick hand wraps around your throat without squeezing— feeling it bob underneath kunigami’s touch.

“can’t breed you how you want if you won’t take me, sweetheart.”

Vampire shidou and/or rin hcs 🤲🏾?

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, suggestive, angst, fluff, vampires, blood loss, blood drinking, dry humping, self-hatred, fledgling!vampire rin itoshi, fem!reader.

vampire!rin doesn’t easily admit to his emotions.

even before he was turned by his sire (isagi, unfortunately), rin could never find it in him to say what he truly wanted or truly felt. it was like some kind of physical block, in his throat and hanging over his mind like a thick, grey cloud ready to thunder. he processes deeply, but expresses little to none.

that is why vampire!rin hardly reacts when his sire brings you home as nothing but a mere pet, a blood bank for the entire family. at least outwardly. he’s against it, not that he would say, to bring a human around a band of blood thirsty, vile blood suckers — to say rin hated his kind would be treason, to say that he missed the beat of his own heart and the warmth to his flesh would be a disrespect to the head of the clan and while he enjoys clashing with isagi…rin needs this clan to stay alive.

turning off every human instinct he ever had in turn for living and instead of death — vampire!rin had no choice but to rely on those before him for his survival, no matter how much he resented it.

“rinnie,” he hears you before he sees you. thanks to his new and improved senses, vampire!rin can’t mistake the steady beat of your heart from through the walls. “yoichi said you haven’t been feeding.”

your words are soft, cooed to him gently as you push into the fledgling’s quarters. another thing that rin doesn’t understand, especially when vampires have no desire to sleep. “you’re calling him by his first name.” vampire!rin observes, though he doesn’t speak unkindly nor with any malice directed at you. he can’t tell if it’s jealousy that spikes at his heart or wanton

logic cannot explain you either — a sweet human who does what she can for men who may tear her apart at a moment’s notice. you’re too good for any of them, a delicate flower struggling to bloom in a garden of thorns and rin is but one of them digging into your supple sides and drawing fresh blood. vampire!rin refuses to be like them, like the rest who see you as nothing but a meal.

you are precious to him.

“i know that you don’t like to listen to him, rin,” you continue and step into the room carefully, as though not to spook him. “but you need to drink,” the scent of your blood, more valuable than any gem, flickers through the air and starts a war with rin’s natural instincts. he grips at the sheets he lays on, covers his mouth with a free hand, throat bobbing and eyes wide. he cannot take from you. from what little humanity you have left. “if you fight it, you might die. i don’t want that to happen to you, rinnie.”

when he looks up, eyes flickering between an ocean’s shade of aquamarine and the daunting red that you’re so used to (a sign of rin being a freshly turned vampire), he sees the trickle of crimson drip down from where you’ve pricked yourself on the finger. you stand by vampire!rin’s bedside now, your face kind — worrisome.

vampire!rin doesn’t want to lose that one last part of him. if he drinks from you, you’re no longer the same — rin is no longer human and you no longer have a companion in this mad house.

“you need to,” your voice wavers, as if you might cry — and if rin could draw a breath, he’s sure it’d hitch. “it doesn’t make you like them, doesn’t make you evil. you need my blood to survive and i need you to stay alive. so please rin, just drink from me. for me.”

and like he wasn’t holding back at all, rin launches himself onto you with his entire body weight — his quick reflexes allowing him to cradle the back of your head before the both of you collide with the floor. vampire!rin’s mouth is cool around the tip of your finger as he gives into his instincts and laps at your finger until the blood flow has stopped. he doesn’t, however, dragging his tongue up the length of your arm and over your shoulder — slobbering wet and cool.

“r-rin!” you stutter out, neither in fear or in pain — but instead with need, rocking your hips up into the fledgling’s as his mouth finds your own and you can taste your metallic flavour against the ice sheet plains of his tongue.

either he doesn’t hear you, or vampire!rin knows to give you more. he lets you work your tongue between his lips and press against the blinding white of his newborn fangs, then his kisses turn uncoordinated, sloppy as they trail from your bitten lips to the expanse of your neck. life pulses beneath your flesh, hunger drives vampire!rin to pierce the skin with pointed teeth — his eyes rolling back into his skull and the ache for a meal subduing.

vampire!rin can’t help it, to melt into you as you mewl and his venom sinks into your blood stream — calming you, filling you with pleasure. shivers run down your spine but you’re not sure if it’s because of how cold rin is or because of how good him just drinking your blood feels. your hand comes up to twirl in his forest green locks, soothing him and whatever disgust he might have for himself as a vampire.

“don’t worry rinnie,” you offer your reassurances, dreamily. “take all that you need.”

vampire!rin may hate himself for it later once he fully transforms and the man he was before is a distant memory compared to the one aired by isagi yoichi. however, for now he’ll let himself be swept up in everything that is you. your taste, your scent, your whines and moans. and let you guide him through the insanity that is his eternity.

i saw ur vamp!isagi and it made me blush the whole day HSJDNCSJAJAN now i wanna see possessive vamp!nagi or rin !! i love ur words sm <3

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, suggestive, mentions of blood, drinking blood, vampires, possession, pining, some nagireo if you squint, vampire!nagi, fem!reader.

vampire!nagi is a little different to the others in their clan. i think he’s a bit more lazy than possessive.

i feel as though he wouldn’t have as much of the trauma that older vampires like isagi and kunigami might do. he doesn’t find being one as much as a burden or a hassle other fledglings like rin might do either. nagi was mostly turned because reo liked to feed on him, liked his company and wanted to keep nagi as his treasure for the rest of eternity. 

for nagi, his undead life as a vampire is easy. he never has to sleep, as those of his kind don’t get tired. he can game all day and all night with no consequences of sluggishness the next morning. there’s no need for him to train or exercise — his reflexes are sharp and fast, sometimes they make him dizzy. how new and improved his senses are. but again, it’s a small price to pay in order to live forever. 

the only thing that truly irritates vampire!nagi is his change in appetite. eating before was a hassle, but now the desire quench his thirst with a cherry red elixir known as blood is even worse. magi’s fangs ache from their place protruding out of his pink gums — especially when he forgets that feeding is absolutely necessary for him to survive even in this modern day life. 

“your laziness will be the death of you, nagi,” his sire, reo, warns with twisted affection — letting the fleshing feed eagerly off of his wrist. “my blood alone can’t keep your appetite at bay for long. especially since you’re a newborn. isagi won’t be happy if you die.” the elder reminds him like it’s a threat. it’s not unnoticeable how much vampire!nagi admires the head of their clan, his power is something to behold. 

blood bags end up being the solution for the white haired vampire too lazy to go out hunting with the others. he sips on them and whenever hunger causes his stomach to cave in, he doesn’t have to move to snack on them. to run after his prey and force himself into a game of cat and mouse for food.

when isagi brings you home for the first time, the clan sees a switch in the younger vampire as soon as your scent wafts through the manor. nagi can’t bare the sting of his protruding fangs cutting up the insides of his cheeks, the blood lust that pours through him and darkens the soft grey of his eyes. everywhere vampire!nagi goes; he can taste the wisps of you, hear the sound of your heart thumping in its place lodged on the left side of your chest. 

throughout your days, you notice nagi staring with his tongue between his teeth and his Adam’s apple bobbing but he never makes a move on you to feed. not because he’s scared like rin, or wants you to beg for him like yoichi…but because there’s too much effort in feeding. he doesn’t know if you’re worth the hassle. 

vampire!nagi wouldn’t know how to deal with prey that screams, that cries and begs for mercy. he’s heard from the other boys that you’re an easy feed with someone you trust — but he doesn’t have the time nor the effort to build a connection with you (even if he’ll be alive for all of eternity). you start to feel as though seishiro doesn’t desire you in the ways that others do. not that it should matter to you, being held against your will and forced to feed monsters with your very life essence. 

but it does, in a twisted way, it does matter that the white haired vampire likes you. you wonder if it’s the way you smell, you know that if you’re too sweet on some days it puts some of the boys off. is it the way you dress? is your heartbeat muffled by the cashmere sweaters you drown in after dealing with a messy tangle in the sheets (mostly isagi’s fault), do you need to wear something lighter for nagi’s attention? 

you express all of this to reo during one of his late night sessions with you, his mouth cool against your bare shoulder as you sit with your back to his chest in his quarters. vampire!nagi’s cluelessness with girls seems to have carried over from his human life into the after life. it seems he needs a little help. and reo ever the gossip, blabs about your little crush on his fledgling to the man himself.

“i do want you,” vampire!nagi breaths against your lips, looming over you despite having to bend down to your height. he easily corners you on a day when the manor is empty and you’re left to tend to household chores. the rest of the clan are out hunting. “you’re a distraction, pretty thing. can’t focus on my games when you walk through the house and smell that good.” 

you won’t deny that he makes you dopamine rush through you, makes you dizzy at the very sight of his fangs just resting on the swell of his bottom lip. nagi is a pretty vampire, you won’t deny that — and his sudden attention has your world spinning. 

he pushes you back against the door with one arm resting on the wood above your head , and you find his sudden effort attractive — making you want to give it all up for him. “then why won’t you feed from me?” your voice is shaky, not fearful and it sends seishiro’s instincts into overdrive. 

“i want to do that too,” vampire!nagi reiterates quietly, suppressing the growl that so annoyingly interrupts his words. “but i didn’t wan’ it to be a hassle. i don’t know how t’hunt like the others. i’ve never…captured my own prey b’fore.” the way you shake underneath nagi’s crimson gaze only serves to turn on his instincts. he wants to drain you dry, wants to see you fall apart and piece you back together. he understands the drive and the hunger of his counterparts… and why they like a sweet thing like you so much. “pretty thing i—“ 

“let me make this easy for you then,” you whisper breathily, so quietly that you almost don’t hear yourself speak. nagi does, his eyes flickering to your lips and then down to every part of you that’s exposed — leaving you up to his greedy scrutiny. you offer your wrist, just like reo does, your scent strong and divine. 

vampire!nagi’s pupils dilate and the black consumed the colour shift in his eyes as he matches into your wrist, tongue lapping over the puncture marks from his fangs as your saccharine blood pours into his mouth. internally, nagi chides himself for his own laziness for you taste so much better than the bags of blood he’s rewarded with by his sire. 

you’re so much more decadent and your squirms against his tall, leaner and cold frame are completely worth it. it causes a pitiful lecherousness to crawl up his spine and curl around the heart that lays still in his chest (though if he were alive nagi is sure that it would beat for you and only you). he sucks and swallows and moans around whatever you give him eagerly, right up until you fall limp in his arms and he has to press you to him to keep you up. 

you’re only set free from vampire!nagi’s clutched when your darling whimpers start to die down and you go quiet from the blood loss. when he pulls away, however, you instantly search for his lips — preening when seishiro kisses you with a passion neither of you knew he was capable of. you taste yourself on his tongue, and he lavishes himself in the scent you leave on his mouth and his lips as he licks against your own. 

“from now on, you’ll come to me when i call,” he grunts against your cheek, allowing you to catch your breath impatiently. he forgets that humans need to breathe where vampires don’t. what a hassle. “i won’t need to hunt you, right, angel?” 

“never.” you promise, smiling in satisfaction and running a hand through the very white locks that tickle your cheek. “you won’t need to catch me when you already have me.” 

from then on, around the manor you’re mostly tossed between the fledglings (and isagi, who practically owns you when they’re not around). rin and seishiro get into immature little brawls over you which the taller, white haired vampire usually wins because his desire for you turns him into some kind of monster that the clan can’t handle. 

vampire!nagi hisses and snarls, claws at anyone who dares to touch you when he’s in the mood for a feed. but when he isn’t, you’re sleeping in his quarters with your head in his lap as he games the night away.  because maybe vampire!nagiis a little more possessive than he once was. he likes having your scent on him, and his on you too.na

prisonguard!jjkmen X prisoner!reader ★ slight suggestiveness + gn!reader

prisonguard!satoru who shamelessly makes out with you, unbothered by the agape mouths of the prisoners in the surrounding cells. he shoots them a menacing glare, silently threatening them to keep their tongues locked in their mouths if they know what's best for them. he then gently pulls your curious (and slightly aroused) face closer to his, until your cheeks pressed against the cold metal of the iron bars. despite the barrier, he was able to capture your sweet lips fervently, slightly nibbling on the soft, addictive flesh.

prisonguard!nanami who openly delivers the warmest meals and the comfiest clothes directly to your cell, ignoring the envious gazes of covetous prisoners who were painfully aware of the privileges you had, that they lacked. the other guards held him in high regard due to his intimidating reputation, so when they caught him hauling a thick mattress, coupled with a fluffy pillow and blanket, slung effortlessly over his broad shoulder just for you, they immediately casted you in a new light— surely you were wronged, right?

prisonguard!sukuna who plays a dangerous game, sneaking into your cell late at night in a vulgarly obtrusive manner, as if he held no interest in the possibility of rousing all the vile convicts from their deep slumber. he settles himself homely on the edge of the wooden plank you called your ‘bed’, and while you couldn’t see his face properly due to the dimmed lighting, you can practically feel the smirk forming on his lips as he pulls you onto his lap, whispering temptations laced with a certain bittersweetness, promising that he’ll get you out of here one day—but not yet. he still wants to use you.

prisonguard!toji who couldn't care less about concealing his painfully obvious favoritism towards you. while he cruelly forces the inmates to do all the labour, having them sweep the dirty floors of the institution, scrub the filthy metal toilets of each cell, and handle the reeking laundry, you were innocently seated on his spread lap, in his office. you giggle softly as he plants kisses with blatant intentions on your hair, trailing down to your nape, all while you flip through the brand-new magazine he had bought exclusively for you.

prisonguard!choso whose careful footsteps echo down the walkway early in the morning, drawing closer to your cell as he does every single day. he enters quietly, a smile spreading across his face when he sees you waiting for him on the edge of your dented bed, wide awake, with the scalpel he had gifted you resting lightly in your grip. you quickly stand and move to the cement wall where dates, names, and vulgarity were carved. sighing happily, you feel him standing behind you, his chest pressing against your back. he gently guides your hand with the scalpel to the wall, slowly chipping away at the concrete to write a number. three. you glance back at him with a smirk, which he responds with a ticklish pinch on the plush of your waist. three more days till he gets you the fuck out of here.

prisonguard!suguru who flashes you one of his notorious smiles, your eyes immediately drawn to the prison guard’s uniform hanging from his arm, then to the scarlet-tinted baton he held carelessly in his other hand. your lips curl upwards into a grin of delight, laughing as you fathom the fact that he actually followed through on his promise. you quickly loop your arms around his neck, kissing him softly, before taking the slightly oversized uniform and dressing up while no one, prisoner or guard, was watching. after you were finished, he walked confidently down the hallway with you by his side. no guard bothered to question the unfamiliar face beside him. he didn’t even have to use the excuse of patrol duty. ultimately, he was able to successfully orchestrate your escape. but not to worry, he has you safely and comfortably hidden in his apartment after a search for you was later launched that day.

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☆ 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 - ,, 𝘀𝗮𝗲

summary: two months since you've broken up—sae still sees you in everything he does. it's only because he's unwilling to let you go. you're the best thing he's ever had.

warnings: gn!reader , reader wears make-up , angst , kind of fluff towards the end , second-chance romance , sae is absolutely obsessed with you , word vomit , not proof read !! word count: 6.1k a/n: jesus this was not supposed to be this long. pls ignore the cringe ass titile its a staple of my fics tbh. wrote this instead of studying for my finals—my priorities are def in check! in a sae mood and i love this trope so here we are. pulled an all-nighter for this + i wrote this in one sitting so soz if its kind of bad T^T

he feels a bit pathetic as he presses send, watching the text bubble turn a bright green. another text that will remain unanswered. it's not like he's expecting a response anyway, at this point he's given up on that.

sae falls back on the bed and runs his hand through his slightly damp hair. it doesn't feel anything like how it used to feel, when you would do it instead. he's fresh out of the shower after a long and gruelling day. practice ran over and so he didn't get to stretch after, his manager rushing him out for the next thing on his schedule: an interview. 

an interview that went poorly since all the questions were too personal—the world had moved on from his football skills, they wanted to know about his life instead. sae's never been open like that, not even to the people closest to him, and definitely not to strangers. 

plus, he thinks to himself as he stares up at the ceiling, it's not like there's anything interesting to talk about anyway. 

there's leftovers waiting for him in the fridge: takeout because he doesn't cook. he can't remember the last time he had home cooked anything. if he thinks about it a little longer, though, it would be obvious that it would have been whenever you were last around.

before you left. before he had hurt you. before the both of you gave up on each other. 

he picks at the side of his phone case, there's a groove in the plastic where he had dropped it and he drives his nail into it. sae considers sending another text—when (if) you decide to look, you might pity him and call him. 

he knows you too well to fool himself into believing that. you're not calling him, not anytime soon, probably not ever. he holds out hope anyway. sae can be optimistic when he wants to; he's trying to make amends even if you're not here to see it. 

his bedroom is a miserable sight. not much has changed about in the last few months, but it feels different now that you're not here. everything seems more drab and, vaguely, he recalls you telling him to paint the walls a different colour. 

"ever considered like- a pastel blue or something?" you had asked him one afternoon, head against his lap while you scrolled through instagram, liking whatever was on your feed. 

"i like the white," he had responded plainly, fingers messing with the necklace he had gifted you. it was a heart-shaped locket, he hadn't intended for you to put a picture of him inside, though that's what you did. 

he wonders if you kept it. it's unlikely. 

now, as he stares at the alabaster walls and ceiling, he considers changing it to pastel blue. it might remind him of you, it'll probably only stir up the guilt residing in his chest, but he writes it into his schedule anyway.  

he drops his phone on the mattress beside him, eyes closed because he can't bear to stare at the ceiling for a moment longer. it only reminds him of how quiet it is—how the tv isn't playing some random youtube video, how his record player has been untouched for two months. how you're not there to hum quietly to yourself as you go about your business. 

his phone buzzes softly and he heaves a breath. for a moment, he thinks it might be you and his heart crawls up to his throat, lodging itself there. he checks the message with bated breath, feeling his anticipation fall through at the realisation that it's from his manager. 

"you have a shoot tomorrow morning. 6AM. please don't forget." 

he checks the date quickly, staring at his calendar blankly. sae can't do anything tomorrow---he won't. not tomorrow. he sends a text dismissing his manager and telling him to clear out his schedule tomorrow. 

he receives a flurry of messages in response, none of which he reads. none of them are from you. he wonders what you're doing right now. 

it's past dinner so you've probably eaten already. maybe, you're on the couch, laptop in front of you as you finish up some work you couldn't get to earlier today. you were always good about respecting your time and his: getting your work done early enough to get started on dinner, making sure your weekend was cleared in case he wanted to go somewhere. 

thinking back on it now, he definitely didn't deserve you. sae thinks you were too forgiving, too kind, too understanding. sae thinks you let him walk all over you for too long. you should have ended things when he forgot about a date for the second time. if you had done that, he might not have been yours for as long as he got to be—he never would have fallen as hard as he did. 

if you had, he wouldn't be thinking of you now like he does every night and every morning. 

he rolls on his side, the bed is cold beneath him. he's not tired, but he forces himself to sleep anyway. he might see you in his dreams if he hurries. 

-: ✧ :-

sae stands in front of his closet, staring at all his shirts hung up on hangers. there's a folded pile of clothes on a shelf that juts out from the left—a few hoodies, four sweaters, piled atop one another. they've stayed that way for a couple months, ever since you left. they were all your favourites. 

he stares at the pile for a moment too long, then settles for a plain brown sweater and shrugs it on. his manager had messaged him early this morning just to ask if he was serious about what he had said last night. sae was so serious about it, he was in deep sleep when the message came through. 

he shuffles into the kitchen and looks through the cupboard, finding them too empty. making a mental note to go grocery shopping, he grabs a granola bar and wanders over to the balcony. 

the view he has from his apartment in tokyo is a pretty one. sae had always preferred something quieter and greener, with more trees and less pavement. you liked the city, though, and you liked speculating about the people you'd see meandering along. 

"what do you think about her?" you'd ask, nodding at the old lady rifling through her purse. her hair is dark like a raven's feathers, not a hint of grey in sight. "do you think she's on her way to a date?"

sae would scoff, bringing his cup of tea to his lips, ignoring the way it burns his tongue because you'd laugh at him for not letting it cool like you told him to. "what makes you think that? she probably has a good-for-nothing man back home."

"are you trying to say old people can't find love?" you'd respond with a playful hum. "look at her, she looks great. maybe, it's for the love of her life."

"the love of her life should accept her as she is."

then, you'd step closer to his side, "is that what you would do?"

"yeah, i'd accept you no matter how wrinkly you are."

"aw, you're sweet. i might leave you though." and then you'd laugh at his incredulous stare. he can almost hear it as he watches the woman disappear from his view. 

sae steps back inside and drops the granola bar's wrapper on his coffee table, slipping on his shoes. he's picking at the groove on his phone again. he's thinking of you again. 

he's thinking of the soft planes of your face, the way your lips would curl as you smiled. he's thinking of how long your lashes are, how they would flutter against your cheeks when you'd close your eyes. he's thinking of how you'd say his name, warm and inviting and devoted.

and as he climbs into his car, he's thinking of how you had said it the day you left. 

"you stopped trying, and i refuse to do this alone, sae."

he turns a corner and out of his neighborhood. he thinks about how your voice broke and feels sick, knuckles turning white at how hard he's gripping the steering wheel. 

his drive is silent. sae never really plays music in his car and he doesn't touch the radio because he's sick of hearing the same song over and over again. you hated the silence so you'd always play something, humming along to it. 

sometimes, you'd just sing it yourself and those days, sae remembers well. but he remembers most things about you. 

it's been two months and that's not nearly enough time for him to unlearn the sound of your voice, the shape of your face and body, and how you used to love him. (he's not really trying—too scared to forget you because memories are all he really has left of you). 

the grocery store is quiet, typical of a wednesday morning. most people are at work and their children are at school. sae browses the aisles while pretending to take interest in the things he sees, hoping it'll ward off any employees from asking if he needs any help. 

he picks up some ramen and drops it into the red basket in his hand. it's the only thing in there and he chews on the inside of his cheek. sae never cooks but he finds himself with the produce anyway, grabbing the first thing (cabbage) he sees and dropping it into his basket. 

"you can't eat out all the time." you chastised him, dropping a few carrots into your basket that you were now sharing with him. 

sae was standing idly behind you, watching you grab things, unable to imagine what the final product could possibly be. he's never bothered learning to cook and he's kind of a danger in the kitchen, according to you. "i don't eat out all the time. i eat ramen too."

you rolled your eyes, "wow, congrats. that's not any better." 

you moved in with him a week after that, he remembers. your copy of his keys are now sitting in some drawer, seemingly forgotten about even though sae seeks them out sometimes. all your keyrings are still on it. 

sae grabs a bottle of salted kombucha and decides to conclude his trip, making his way over to the cashier. she's pretty, he thinks. she does her eyeliner in the same way you do. 

he doesn't bring a reusable bag with him, he stopped doing that once you left. you were always the more environmentally conscious one. sae doesn't think he'll live long enough to see the earth explode (which you had said was morbid). 

there's barely anything in his plastic bag: the ramen, the cabbage, and the kombucha. he wonders if the girl is thinking about what he plans on doing with the cabbage. 

"um- i'm sorry," she begins and sae drags his gaze up to her once more. staring at her eyeliner, thinking about you. "can i get your number, maybe?"

she doesn't know him, he realises. or maybe she does and she's shooting her shot anyway—she's braver than most. sae hasn't tried dating in the months you've been gone, he doesn't think there's a point to it. 

two weeks ago, at a party, he tried taking someone home with him. he would never date them, they don't seem like someone who would make him tea in the morning. (something you did without fail, even if you woke up hours after him). so, he chose to sleep with them instead, hoping it might ease some of the loneliness in his bed, even just temporarily. he never made it out the door with them, leaving them behind with some excuse because he couldn't stop thinking about you.

their hand on his shoulder, trailing down his arm, and for a split second he felt you. the slight drag of your nails, the sweet scent of your perfume. the music around him and the voices of especially loud partygoers melted away just long enough for him to hear you. sae heard you say his name the same way you always did, and he left the person he had been walking out with. 

he rushed out the door too fast for his liking. if his manager had been around, he might have advised him to fix his expression lest anyone thinks that something had gone wrong at the party. 

he didn't try pursuing anyone after that.

the girl behind the counter shifts her weight from foot to foot, wringing her hands together as sae remembers what she had asked him. 

he should tell her that he's too busy for things like that. he's not looking to date. "no, i have a partner."

he surprises himself as much as he surprises her, who looks down and mutters a quick apology for taking up his time. when sae leaves the store, there's something similar to nausea swirling in the pit of his stomach.

his granola bar from this morning might have expired, he never checks these things. or, maybe he's feeling guilty for using you like you were still his; you probably have someone new anyway. 

the thought leaves him in despair as he gets into his car, his bag of things in the passenger seat. sae tries not to think about it any longer because it shouldn't matter to him what you're doing. it shouldn't matter who you're spending time with. 

the day you left, you told him that he was the one who gave up first. that he was the one who turned your relationship sour. that he was the one who saw what you two had turned into and deemed it unworthy of being saved. 

that night, as you stood in front of him, your eyes glazed over with unshed tears, he couldn't even tell you that you were wrong. 

sae knew he gave up first. sae knew that he was the one who started coming home later and later, the one who forgot about dates repeatedly, the one who didn't remember anniversaries until you brought them up first. 

he was the one who left you behind.

you were always too good for him. he sends you another text and watches the bubble stay green, like all the ones before. then, he drives without a destination in mind. 

-: ✧ :-

he had been driving for hours. the kombucha in his bag had started to grow warm, condensation wetting the plastic. 

it's been hours. he's driven past the same stores over and over again and sae wonders if someone inside has noticed. he doesn't really want to go home, not yet. driving keeps him away from the emptiness of his apartment. 

he remembers how he wanted to paint his walls and stops by a hardware place, deciding to commit to the pastel blue walls. 

it's just as empty inside as it was in the grocery store. the work day hasn't ended yet, and there's still an hour or two before school lets out. he can't really remember though, it's been a long time since sae has been in school. and anyway, he doesn't think children are rushing to spend their time at a hardware store.

they probably have better things to do, they're not as miserable as he is. 

sae grimaces as he realises how pitiful he's been as of late, making his way over to the paint chip, struggling to spot the difference between sky blue and baby blue. both seem a bit too bright—he's looking for something even softer. 

"would you like some help, sir?" someone asks from beside him. they're wearing a vest with the store's logo—a young boy with a squeaky voice. he stares at him for a second and sae watches recognition flash in his eyes.

"you're- you're itoshi sae!" he says loudly, and his voice pitches a bit higher. it's grating, sae thinks, as he nods slowly in response to the boy's excitement. 

"i'm such a big fan!" 

he tells sae how he's been following his career since he came back from spain. that was 4 years ago now, back when he met you for the first time. 

the boy seems to realise that he's being somewhat disruptive and quiets down, gathering his composure and asking sae if he needed help once again. sae waves him off and settles on 'moonlight blue', grabbing the paint and checking out.  

by the time he makes it out, it's early evening and the sky is starting to take on a pinkish hue. you liked sunsets more than sunrises because you were never much of an early riser. 

he remembers when you had pretended to be, trying to catch him meditating in the mornings. it lasted for about a week before you gave up and sae told you to simply sleep in, a hand brushing over your cheek as he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

he drives around some more, the paint rattling in the trunk, his kombucha gone completely warm in the passenger seat. his manager has sent him a few more texts but he looks past those notifications and opens up his messages with you instead. 

it's not good for him, reading your old conversations, but he does so anyway. before the texts turned green and before he stopped existing in your world. he always scrolls a bit faster when he hits the months that preceded the break-up—the ones where you'd send him text after text and he would respond with a single word. 

the guilt eats him up like a starving animal, jaw nearly unhinged as it sinks its teeth into him and rips, leaving him to bleed. his heart aches and sae can hardly stand it; he doesn't know what to do with himself when he thinks about how things had ended with you.

time is meant to heal all wounds, but with every passing day, it seems like his cuts only grow deeper. still, he hopes one day that they'll scab over until all that remains are a few memories with you he cherishes too much to let go. when that day comes, he hopes he can think about you with ease. he hopes he can allow himself to remember you fondly. 

sae scrolls until he sees you calling him ‘love’ and ‘darling’ and slows to a stop to read over the messages for the nth time since you left. they’re all rather mundane, but that’s expected. sae liked it—the normalcy you brought was unlike anything else in his life. staring at these messages, he wonders how he let himself treat you like an obligation instead of someone he loved and wanted to be with. 

you’ve always deserved better than him. it’s unfortunate, then, that itoshi sae is quite selfish. 

-: ✧ :-

he takes himself to a ramen place on the outskirts of the city, where greenery is less sparse and neighbourhoods lay quiet in the distance. it’s a quaint shop, one that isn’t too familiar to sae—he can’t remember the last time he went anywhere outside of the city. it was where you liked to stay, so it’s where he stayed too. 

none of your planned vacations ever worked out thanks to his unpredictable schedule. sae used to tell you that it was out of his control, and he used to ignore the way the sparkle in your eye would dim when he’d let you know he wouldn’t be able to make it. 

it wasn’t right, they way he treated you. he would encourage you to make the trip by yourself but you never did, mumbling that there was always next time. he reminds himself that he never deserved you, never deserved all that you gave him. 

as he drives down this dimly lit road, he thinks about his own hometown. about his childhood home and his bedroom that he hasn’t gone into since he first arrived back from spain. his mother asks him every once in a while to visit and he did go, once. when he left, his mother asked him to bring his partner around next time—she’s heard so much about them to never meet them. 

sae hasn’t told her that the two of you broke-up. he doesn’t know how, he’s never been good at this kind of thing. he keeps his thoughts to himself and he never lets his emotions linger on his face. perhaps if he had learned to be kinder, understood what it might have been like to be you, he might still be with you now.

he thinks about his mother once more as he continues to drive, eyes dragging over to a clay cat figurine left on his dashboard. it’s stuck in place and it was a gift from you after your second date. he remembers your sweet laugh when you found out he still kept it after all these years; you’re sentimental, just like his mother. the two of you would have gotten along, sae realises, with a pang in his chest.

it’s far too late to reminisce about what could have been and what has yet to be. you’ve slipped out of his grasp because he was never holding on tight enough to begin with. not that you’re something to be kept, but you are someone to be held, to be cherished, to be loved. 

the ramen shop is full of bright laughter. dim yellow lighting spills over wooden tables and chairs, he can pick out the sound of chopsticks tapping against the bottom of their respective bowls, glasses clinking together as people toast. it's the kind of place that would lead his entire PR team to lecture him about his public appearances because it’s chock full of patrons—it only takes one person to recognize him before things go haywire. sae doesn't care, he never did, he just needed somewhere new. 

somewhere that isn't the hole-in-the-wall izakaya he likes, sandwiched between a pharmacy and a bike shop. it reminds him of you and how your tolerance is so low, you'd become giggly after about twenty minutes of sipping on your beer. 

you never liked beer, you liked the drinks that tasted more like juice than anything. it was something sae used to pick on you for: nearly twenty-two and yet your palate hasn’t matured past a high-schooler’s. 

he still has a picture of you both from a night out left in his camera roll, too attached to delete it. you're holding the phone too high up, the picture only really shows the top of his head but he doesn't matter that much anyway. it's you that he always looks at. 

you've craned your head up to stare at the camera, eyes shaped into half-moons as your cheeks bunch up from your grin. his hand is resting on your lower back—a precaution in case you end up falling. 

you were happy in that picture, so full of love it was practically spilling from you. he can tell because you were leaning into him, your hand was in his. and he was happy too. he always was whenever you were, sae is simple like that. 

he finds a table in the back and takes a seat, tracing his index finger over the rings in the wooden table. makes his order with his head hung low. he hopes no one recognizes him—the kid at the hardware store was more than enough for today. his sweater is a bit too warm for the shop and he’s starting to sweat but it might just be because he’s not used to being out like this. when was the last time he was surrounded by so many people?

probably the party he rushed out of two weeks ago. he doesn’t feel contrite when he thinks about who he left behind. but he does when your face comes into view just behind his eyes, and it shouldn’t matter because he’s not yours anymore. he’s just pretending to be, like a stupid little kid. 

there’s a chime that comes from the door as someone walks in. he hears remnants of laughter from a joke shared just moments before and decides that it must be a group of people. sae doesn’t look up from the table, eyes straying over to the empty seat across from him. the chill of loneliness settles in his bones quickly and without mercy, yet he still feels hot under his clothes. 

embarrassment. 

here he is, itoshi sae, seated at a table meant for two, utterly miserable. 

his food arrives after some time, a glass of beer along with it. the server smiles at him (smiles at the back of his head because sae refuses to look up) and walks away. sae simply eyes his bowl of ramen with a frown. he thought he might enjoy the chatter, which is why he’s here, but he’s regretting his decision more and more with every second that passes. 

there’s a group of people seated behind him. he catches glimpses of their office attire, blazers and pressed trousers. simple jewellery that catches the light but isn’t too distracting. he figures they’re celebrating, or simply spending a night out after a hard day at work. sae picks at his ramen and thinks about how he’s wasted his day. sae takes a sip of his beer and wonders if you’re out celebrating like these people are. 

you must be happier now, you have to be. you must be with someone who gives you the time of day, holds you in their arms and tells you they love you every night. all things sae took too long to learn how to do because the depths of your love had him terrified. 

you used to look at him like it would pain you to look anywhere else, like he was worthy of being up amongst the stars that dot the sky. he never felt like he deserved your adoration, he thought he had a long way to go before he earned it. 

chairs scrape behind him, someone stands up and makes a toast to the future. in his head, sae toasts with them, wearing a sardonic smile. he hears someone laugh and it sounds so inexplicably like you that, for a moment, he wonders if fate has led him to you like he'd been praying for it to. 

it takes everything in him to not whip around and stare. he digs his fingers into his knee, bunching up the fabric of his jeans. 

he must be going crazy, he decides instead. 

sae doesn’t finish his food, or his beer. he leaves with his hands shoved in his pockets, hands curled into fists as the light sound of your laughter rings in his head. it couldn’t have been you—he hasn’t seen you in months. why would you turn up now out of all times? out of tokyo? it’s unlike you. 

“sae?” someone calls out to him. not someone, it’s you. he recognizes your voice with ease, he could pick you apart from a sea of people in a half-second. your voice is the one he dreams of, the one he years to hear once more. 

sae turns around and it’s you standing in front of him, in office attire like the group that was sitting behind him. you have a large coat on you, the collar popped and hiding some of your chin. the sleeves are far too long for the length of your arms so they bunch up around your elbows as you cross your arms over your chest. 

he must not know you as well as he thought he did, if you’re here instead of being in the city. 

you’re wearing a soft sort of smile, the kind that one might show strangers who pass by them on the street. it’s nothing like the smiles you used to share with him, and only him. you’re looking at him the same way you look at everyone else. 

he watches you wilt and realises that his silence might come across as rejection. he fixes it with an awkward wave, like he’s only just learning to use his hand in tandem with his arm. it makes you huff in amusement and sae latches onto the sound like it’s sacred. 

“what’re you doing…here?” you gesture towards the shop, waving an arm at the door. the sleeve of your coat slides down and hides your hand. 

sae doesn’t have an answer for you, so he just shakes his head. he says the first thing that comes to mind instead. “you look good.” 

you tense, then, eyes flickering to the floor. “um- thank you. you do too.” your voice is so quiet, it’s obvious you’re uncomfortable. sae reminds himself that this is natural—you both broke-up on bad terms. even if you’re here now to say a few words to him, there’s a wedge that has been shoved between you both that keeps you apart. 

and it’s his own doing. 

he watches as you turn back and he knows you’re contemplating ending this conversation. there’s a panicked stutter in his heart as he considers what to do to keep you here a moment longer, just enough so he could memorise your face once more. 

“would you like to take a walk? with me?” he asks rather abruptly. it catches you off guard and you blink a few times in disbelief. sae prays silently like he has never done before.

you take one last lingering look into the ramen shop and sigh. “alright, let’s walk. it’s too loud in there for me anyway.”

“i thought you liked the noise,” he hums, turning on his heel as you fall into place beside him. your arm brushes against his own and heartbeat quickens. you shake your head with a smile that doesn’t meet your eyes. 

“only sometimes. wasn’t feeling it today.”

it’s gets quiet between you rather quickly, nothing to talk about on his side. he figures you don’t want to share what you’ve been up to. irritation builds in the cavity of his chest quickly, but he keeps it down and doesn’t let it show. what right did he have to know?

the silence is grating and he needs to fill it. “your coat is alarmingly big,” he mutters, nodding at the way it’s slipping off your shoulders. you don’t seem to have been expecting this from him, seeing as he manages to draw a laugh out of you. pride swells within him, replacing his precious irritation.

“yeah, well, it’s not mine. haruto lent it to me because he noticed i was cold.”

haruto. who is haruto? 

the irritation is back once more, like flames licking at his lungs and heart. his head feels hot and his cheeks are warm and he’s beyond irritated now. there’s a tight unpleasant feeling that wraps itself around him, squeezing until his breathing turns shallow. sae is jealous. 

and he has no right to be, but he is anyway. 

the night is cool but his hands feel clammy and he’s sweating through his jumper, the hair at his nape sticking to his skin. 

“are you dating him?” he snaps before he can stop himself, staring at you with narrow eyes and a sweltering gaze. you pick up on his spiteful tone and you furrow your brows, picking at your bottom lip with your teeth before you face him.

the frigid stare you give him in response is one that chills him straight to the bone. “what’s it to you? we’re not together, remember?”

he wonders if you know that you’re driving the knife further into the wound, twisting it until it hurts him to even look at you because your eyes only remind him of all the times he messed up with you.

sae doesn’t apologise, he just looks down. from beside him, you scoff and stop walking.

“i see you haven’t changed,” you mutter, picking at your nails. you’ve painted them red and you’re chipping away at the polish. 

you don’t give him a chance to say anything before you’re speaking again, looking up at him with that same cold stare. only this time, he thinks he can see something akin to pity in your gaze. “a simple ‘sorry’ would have sufficed.” 

he gets the impression that you’re referring to a lot more than his little outburst just now. sae can’t stop the waves of guilt from washing over him even if he tried you. he had done a good job ignoring it to the best of his abilities in the two months since you both broke-up, but seeing you in front of you is dredging up weeks of repressed hurt and remorse. he doesn’t know what to do with it all.

“my apology won’t change anything,” he replies, trying to keep his voice even. sae never cries but his voice does crack from time to time. “not now.”

you let out a bitter laugh, the sound makes sae flinch. “and here you are giving up without even trying.”

never knowing how to apologise for all the times he’s hurt you, deciding that he would rather not try at all instead of trying and failing—these were his flaws. you put up with it for the better part of four years before you decided you couldn’t keep things together all by yourself. 

sae had you stretched thin, resolve worn down to just a few strings. at that point in your relationship, one fight was all it took to make the cracks split and break. 

“you stopped trying, and i refuse to do this alone, sae.”

he thinks about you here now, the way that you’re still standing before him instead of turning away the minute he had overstepped. the minute he had acted like he was privileged to anything going on in your life, like he was still allowed to be yours. 

he thinks about the paint in his trunk and the cabbage in the plastic bag in the passenger seat. he thinks about the messages he sent to you, all unread because you blocked him two months ago. 

“i’m- i’m sorry.” the words feel foreign as they settle into the space between you, just a few steps because sae can’t stray too far from you. 

you stay silent and he continues. “i’m sorry i never tried as hard as you did. i’m sorry i never acknowledged all my mistakes until it was too late.” sae looks up at you and how the moonlight highlights all the soft curves of your face—you look breathtaking. 

“i’m sorry that i never loved you the way you deserved.”

you only nod, taking a shaky breath with glossy eyes and it only makes sae nervous. but you don’t cry so he hopes he didn’t hurt you for the nth time in your time together. when you take a few steps forward, sae grows ridgid, his posture utterly perfect. you place a hesitant hand on his cheek and he leans into the touch more than he would have liked, but he suspends his inhibitions for now. 

he’s too delighted to have you back, even for just a few fleeting moments. 

your hand is as soft as it always is, your touch as familiar as it once was. 

“let’s try again, sae,” you whisper and his name sounds sweeter than normal when you say it now. “i think we can do it right this time.”

sae doesn’t think he deserves your softness, how gentle you are with him despite the way he’s been so cruel to you over the years. but here you are giving him the chance to retrace his steps and fix the mistakes he’s made in the past. and he’s more than willing, in fact, it’s all he’s wanted, realises. 

his thumb strokes the apple of your cheek. “i want to try again.”

when you smile, it reminds him of the picture stored away in his phone. your eyes shaped into half-moons, cheeks bunching up. he catches a glint of something gold sitting against your collarbone and doesn’t resist the smile that tugs at his mouth upon figuring out that it’s the locket.

heart-shaped; he wonders if you still have a picture of him inside. 

the two of you walk back to the ramen shop. you tell him about haruto, you’re kind co-worker, and about the cat you’ve adopted a week ago. sae tells you that he’s going to paint the walls of his bedroom pastel blue. 

“call me when you do,” you say, standing in front of his car. “i’ll help you.”

sae merely nods in response, you’re going to unblock him now. he’s only mildly embarrassed about the slew of messages you’ll receive from him. 

he’s never deserved you. but itoshi sae is selfish and this time, he’s determined to do things right.

the way i dont even remember anything i wrote ..... LMFAO anyway THIS TITLE GUYS ITS FROM COLLISION BY SKZ OKAY PLS

is it just me?

itoshi rin is tormented by the lingering ghosts of your tragic breakup. he is cold and he lives with the burden of missing you. he wonders if you are hurting too, or is it just him?

pairing : itoshi rin x reader

content : hurt and comfort. exes to lovers. messy breakup. accusations of cheating (no actual cheating). insecurities. mentions of alcohol. cursing.

it’s one in the morning and rin is surrounded by his friends and acquaintances but still, he feels cold. even with the alcohol in his system that he drank to purposely warm him, it’s cold.

it has been this way for nearly a year now. eleven months and a couple weeks, if anyone is counting. a few days more and it would be the anniversary of your breakup.

the nearer it gets to twelve months without you, the colder it gets. right now, even with the perfectly working heater in one of his teammate’s penthouse, rin shivers.

it’s cold.

he never thought it could be this cold.

rin knows why he feels like this. he knows exactly why he wakes up and goes to bed alone. the reason why his life is dull and empty is not a secret to him—he just won’t acknowledge it.

he refuses to admit to himself that the reason why he has been suffering for the past eleven months of his life is because you’re not here.

how could he admit it? how could he ever address that your absence it what causes his pitiful state, when he brought it upon himself.

it was his fault that you’re not here. he wanted this. well, he had thought that he wanted this.

there is no way he could welcome the thought that he misses you when he was the one who drove you away, right? there is no use.

it’s too late now. all he could do is go out with his teammates on nights like this and pretend as if he wasn’t freezing from the inside out.

“damn, this is so boring,” seishiro sits down beside him on the sofa and rin tenses at the presence of the white-haired boy.

he does not know what to do because among everyone else in this crowded room, you are most connected to nagi seishiro. your best friend. and he has long been your best friend before you and rin even got together.

how is rin supposed to act around the person who is still in your life while he himself isn’t? this man seated next to him knows where you are right now and what you have been doing, while rin has absolutely no idea how you are.

“didn’t think i’d see you here, itoshi,” nagi speaks again. rin hums in acknowledgment, “thought it wouldn’t be so bad to come.”

there is this unspoken understanding between them, that both of them are thinking about you. after all, aside from soccer, all they have in common is their connection to you.

nagi debates whether he should tell you that he saw rin tonight or keep it to himself so as to not instigate negative feelings from you.

rin wonders if he should start asking about you. he decides against it and pretended to busy himself with his cellphone to avoid further conversation with your best friend.

he convinces himself that he does not care. he acts like he doesn’t want to know how you are. he tries to make himself believe that as long as he can fake it, it will somehow be true.

jokes on him, really.

meguru approaches nagi next to him and rin is planning to ignore him like he usually does, but the words that comes out of meguru’s mouth made that utterly impossible.

“nagi! i saw y/n by the bookstore earlier this afternoon, didn’t you ask her to come? i invited her but she said you didn’t mention anythin’ about a party!”

the mere mention of your name makes rin’s heart stop. it has been a very long time since he heard someone mention your name casually around him. now that your name has been dropped, everything comes crashing down on him, and he cannot breathe.

“oh, damn, i’m sorry—“ bachira seems to notice his mistake upon not seeing rin next to nagi. they know not to carelessly throw your name around because at first, it affected his performance. now, it is apparent that you affect him in and out of the game.

“excuse me.”

rin is cold. it’s like ice is running through his veins as he stands up and rushes to leave the suffocating penthouse.

rin runs out to the street and for the first time since he lost you, he names the sinking feeling in his stomach that won’t go away.

for the first time since you walked out the door of your shared apartment, rin finally admits it.

he misses you.

he is longing for you like how the moon misses the sun but never meets it enough. it burns and it is freezing all at the same time because when you were here, he felt nothing but the assurance of your love.

he runs, and runs, and runs. it’s dark and it’s cold, but he runs. he runs in hopes that he could change the past. he runs with the burning desire to correct his faults and take back all the hurt he inflicted on you.

maybe then, you’d be here.

maybe then, it wouldn’t be so cold.

“are you seriously accusing me of that, rin? are you hearing yourself right now?” the hurt was evident in your tone as you watched the love of your life with all of his guards up.

his glares were accusing as if what he saw was an unforgivable betrayal. he had seen you talking to his brother, sae, and rin was quick to act out of pure rage and jealousy.

“you were flirting with my fucking brother!” he spat out, and he knew it was irrational.

he knew he was wrong about and that you would never be able to do that to him, but his years of pent up frustration and hatred towards his brother made it impossible to remember his trust in you.

“and i already told you i wasn’t, rin. i was talking to him. i bumped into him at the coffee shop while i was getting your usual morning drink when he saw me and i sat down for a little chat! that was all, baby. believe me.”

you deserved an award with how well you held up, with how patient you were with him despite his hurtful accusations towards you.

no one else understood him like you did, and you knew to be more patient with him in times like these. you were aware of how his brother affected him and how he just needed someone to stick with him through it.

“well, fuck that! you shouldn’t have been with him in the first place! sae wants everything that i have and now, he’s tryna get you too!”

it almost made you flinch, with his tone rising and his voice getting louder. he is furious, and you try to disregard the sting of his words now that his fury is directed at you.

“i’m sorry, alright? it wasn’t my intention to hurt you, rin. he’s your brother and i thought it would be nice to ask him how he is and—“

rin cut you off like he couldn’t comprehend a word that you were saying. “that’s bullshit and you know it! just fuckin’ tell me the truth! that like everyone and everything else, you’re gonna leave me for him!”

it frustrated you that he blocked all your explanations out. you were growing weary with the accusations thrown at you, but you continued. you continued to reason with him because you knew him. you knew he needed someone to stay. and above all, you tried further because you were in love with him.

you loved rin three years before you finally got together. your two years together made that five. that was five years of your life being deeply in love with someone whom you thought was going to be your husband and the father of your kids.

that amount of time may not be much when viewed through the generations of people who loved each other, but for the both of you, those five years were enough to build a life and create an ideal future with the other.

so, yeah. it never occurred to you to give up in that argument. there was no chance in hell that you would leave him high and dry.

“it’s not like that, rin. i am never going to leave you for anyone, much less for your brother! i need you to listen to me! we talked! that’s it!”

“you’re lying to me. i know it.”

you shake your head in exhaustion. “i talk, and i talk, and i talk—and you don’t hear a thing.” a lone tear falls from your eye without realizing.

his sharp stare does not falter. all he could see was red. the scene of you and sae together replayed over and over again in his mind.

you, the person he loved most, with the person who took everything away from him. it killed him to imagine a future where it is not you and him, but you and sae.

“i’m in love with you. only you. i cannot see myself with anyone else and i thought you knew that, rin. i get that your brother strikes a vein in you but don’t i at least deserve to be heard? we’re better than this.”

“yeah? and i thought you’d be better than acquainting with sae like that. you knew how i felt about him, and you did this? fuck that.”

rin walked out on you that night without another word. it felt like he also walked out on your relationship because he started training more. this meant leaving before you even woke up and going home when you were fast asleep.

during those weeks when rin avoided you like the plague despite living under one roof, you felt completely alone and isolated. you were lonely. he spoke to you in words, and he treated you as if your encounter with sae was enough for him to give it all up.

until one day, he comes home to a living room full of bags and boxes. you were there, waiting for him with a tired smile on your face.

for the first time, rin realized that the black circles under your eyes have grown where they weren’t before. he noticed that you are all cried out and now, you’ve got no tears to shed as you leave him.

“w-what’s all this?”

“i’m leaving. i’m sorry for not getting out of your hair faster. it was really hard to look for another apartment that was within my budget but don’t worry, i figured it out.”

“leaving? leaving me? leaving… this house?” which one is it? or fuck, is it both?

“mhm. i f-figured it’s not healthy for us to live under the same roof after everything. i wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable in your own space just because i’m here, so…”

did you really think he wanted you to leave? he wanted to explain. he wanted to tell you that he only acted that way because he was hurt and he was guilty! you don’t have to leave!

but he’s frozen from where he stood. the sight of all your stuff packed up and ready to go was a little bit too much for him.

you stood from where you were seated among the bags and boxes, and you stop in front of him. again, you smile gracefully, in contrast to the breaking heart that almost killed you.

“and rin? i’m sorry again for what happened with sae. i should’ve known better than to do that to you, and i understand that you don’t want to do anything with me because of that.”

he shook his head but you missed it because you walked past him with some of your bags in your hand. “y/n, no. i—“

you hear it and for a moment, you delude yourself into thinking that he will ask you to stay. but he doesn’t continue.

he stops because how could he ask you to stay after how he treated you? it was his fault for not listening and in the end, it was you who apologized? in what fucking universe do i deserve this angel, huh?

he doesn’t stop you from leaving because in that very moment, the thought of you finally escaping from him and his hurtful treatment towards you didn’t seem so bad.

“so, i guess… i’ll see you around. nagi will be around to grab my remaining stuff, so try not to kill each other, yeah?” you try to play it off cool, mask the fact that inside, everything is falling apart.

rin nods but he stayed with his back facing you. until the end, he did not have the guts to face you. to face what he had done to you and your relationship.

suddenly, everything grew cold. everything lost their color. the empty corners of where your warmth used to be mocked him.

for nearly a year since then, he has lived and suffered with the mistakes he did. he didn’t know what to tell people when they started asking about you. he didn’t know how to ride the train without holding your hand. he didn’t know how to be soaked in the shower without letting his tears flow freely.

he wondered endlessly as he daydreamed of speaking to you again: are you hurting too, or is it just me?

his endless running brings him to your street where you moved when you left him. his feet takes him farther than he expected because this street is on the opposite part of town from your shared apartment, a telltale sign that you tried to get as far away as possible.

evidently, it is not far enough because on your way home from the convenience store, you run into your ex-boyfriend. rin is first to notice your presence, and instead of freezing up like he did when you left, he walks up to you.

“rin?” you are confused and nervous. after all, the last time you had seen him was almost a year ago. you never tried to see him again.

“it hurts.”

the two words he just confessed are two words that he has never said together in a sentence ever in his life. itoshi rin never admits it when something is hurting him. he never tells anyone when he is in pain.

for him to say that now, it is a cry for you to soothe him in a way that only you could, and you know this because you know him better than the back of your hand.

standing a meter away from you underneath a street lamp, itoshi rin confesses his truth.

“it hurts, y/n. it hurts without you. it feels like i can’t breathe. it is so cold without you. it hurts so badly. i thought i could live with it eventually—but i can’t. it only gets worse.”

rin sees your shoulders shake in your attempt to conceal your sobs but you are failing miserably, and so does he. you don’t say anything and rin figures that’s fair.

you already tried to talk. you already told him everything you needed to hear on the night of the fight that ruined your relationship. it’s his turn to tell you everything you deserve to hear.

but he isn’t as good as you when it comes to words. he thinks about how he accused you of cheating on him. he thinks about how he shut you out and left you feeling lonely. he thinks about every day that he could have chased after you but didn’t. he thinks about all of that and he thinks about how he’s sorry.

and he manages to get that last part out, hoping that you would get it. hoping that the deep-rooted connection between the two of you is enough to let you know what he means.

“i’m sorry.”

you drop your groceries to the ground and you close the meter of distance between the two of you. you welcome him in his arms but he wraps his arms around you tighter than you welcomed him, because he is afraid that if he doesn’t, he will lose you again.

“that is all i needed to hear from you, rin. i never wanted much from you. just you and your love. i just needed to know that you still felt that for me, and when i didn’t… i had no other choice to walk away.”

rin nods against your neck and you feel his tears staining your shoulder. “i’m sorry. forgive me, please. i love you. i love you. and i trust you. more than anyone, baby. i promise.”

“you know i could never hurt you like you thought i did—“ you recalled, but rin cuts you off because he can’t bear another second of you defending yourself when you shouldn’t be.

“i know. i know.”

his embrace around you tightens, and he does not care if anyone could look out from their windows and see the soccer star practically begging for you in the middle of the night. not when he is in your arms again after months of only dreaming about it and wishing for it.

“it hurt too much without you too, rin. i had to remind myself that i can’t run to you for warmth. i took everything in me not to throw away my dignity to beg you to bring me back.”

that answers his question.

in his absence, you were hurting too. your separation killed you just like how it killed him.

“no. no—don’t have to beg for it, baby. i should be on my knees to thank you for even taking me back like this because—shit—i swear that i wouldn’t have lasted another day.”

you run your hands through his hair before briefly pulling away to cup his cheek in your hands, and he fondly leans on your touch.

“for the entire year, i thought it was just me who longed for you, rin.”

you couldn’t be any more wrong.

“i begged the stars and the skies for this very moment. it wasn’t just you.”

nagi has beef with any of your pets cuz why do they get to lay around all day but he doesn’t :(

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— feline foe + seishiro nagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — strangers to enemies except it’s nagi and your pet cat.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, fluff, semi-smutty, mentions of sex, suggestive towards the end, dry humping, owning a cat lol, the cat walks in on you, established relationship, pro player!nagi, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — thank u lambie for sending me this ! i thought it was too cute an idea not to write! also i queued this to post on nagi’s bday so happy bday to my bf <3!! enjoy! - m.list ✩

it might sound vain, but nagi was sure that before it arrived, he was the centre of your universe.

he had all of your attention, always. you went out of your way to bring him lunches at the stadium during practices and helped him drink water or energy drinks on the pitch at his games because you liked to believe that it would bring him good luck and he let you. his teammates heave with jealousy each and every time.

when your days were done, you’d let nagi settle his head in your lap while you brush back his hair and scratch at his scalp — letting him game to his heart's content in your company. nagi might have been pampered too and much to the point where he expected to have all of your attention… so he doesn’t quite understand why all of it shifts to a brand new presence in your lives. 

your cat. 

miruku. milk.

it’s a ridiculous name for an animal, nagi thinks, it’s a pest. annoying. but he couldn’t say no to you when you’d brought the stray cream-coloured kitty home, soaked in rain from where you’d chased it around his apartment complex trying to bring it inside. if he said no to you, that would’ve been another issue in itself — and nagi hated when you fought. it was bothersome having you play silent treatment.

so you keep it, the kitten, and everything changes for seishiro nagi. for the worst.

miruku can do everything nagi isn’t allowed to nd gets away with it as well. he raids the fridge if you leave it open, doesn’t have to pay to replenish it because of course cats don’t have income. he wakes you up at ungodly hours for playtime which usually consists of you sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking around a ball of yarn for the kitty to play with. it’s irritating for nagi, having your warmth stolen away from him and pulling him out of the depths of slumber by your lack of presence— all because the stupid cat wants to play ball and you just can’t seem to say no to it. 

the feline that’s suspiciously close to looking like your boyfriend if he were to be an animal is also allowed to sleep in. miruku naps where he pleases, in the linen closet, the corner of the kitchen where the water pipes run hot, on top of the drier and especially by the front door where he trips up nagi on the way in from practices. it’s like the cat is purposely trying to make the pro-player’s life even more difficult than it’s meant to be and you find it’s every single movement adorable. 

the worst place miruku could possibly nap is seishiro’s favourite spot— on your chest. nuzzled against your boobs on a warm sunday afternoon where your boyfriend should be, where your boyfriend should be making you giggle by sucking hickies into your neck while he thumbs at the skin underneath your breasts. he should be suckling on the sweet expanse of your skin lazily, working you up just enough to offer yourself up to appease seishiro’s insatiable appetite.

and its so sick that he can’t because of your pampered little pet. you’d just brush him off and tell him ‘you’ll get your turn later, sei,’ which makes nagi hate that stupid fucking cat even more than anything.

you don’t ever let seishiro sleep in these days, ripping the blankets from his tall frame every morning with a slice of toast hanging from between your pretty lips as you say. “get up sei, wake up for me, baby.” you coo sweetly, briefly letting go of your breakfast to kiss his forehead before you rush out of the door. “i won’t be happy if isagi or reo have to wake you up for practice. ‘kay?”

“mmm…lil’ longer. please angel.” he groans but you weave your fingers through his snow white locks to scratch at his scalp before you tug on them slightly. 

“up. seishiro nagi. i’ll see you later!” the tone you use is warning, and prompts nagi to shift int he sheets to get out of bed. 

he huffs, stretching his limbs a little too similarly to your kitty companion before the realisation hits— miruku is laying in your spot, comfy and cosy. sleeping. and it only pisses him off more. that should be him.

“you’re a pain.” seishiro narrows his eyes at the snoozing feline, scratching it under the chin and the twitch of miruku’s ears tells him that he’s been acknowledged as a rival. 

so be it. 

“how come this cat gets away with everythin’ ‘nd i don’t?”

nagi whines into your neck, watching with darkened and narrowed eyes as his feline opponent hops up onto the couch to join you both in your late night cuddle session. miruku makes his presence known, pushing his head under your chin affectionately and clawing at the fluffy blanket draped over you and your boyfriend. you obviously find it adorable, your hands slipping from seishiro’s soft white hair to tickle just behind your pet’s ear— completely discarding the man tucked into your side. 

“what are you talking about, sei?” you mumble absentmindedly — missing the way the striker squirms in his seat and squeezes you close by the waist, as if to pull you away from the offending kitty.

seishiro grumbles out a response. “he gets to sleep in, but when i do it, it’s a bother. same for when he gets in the fridge too, and when i nap on top of you—“

“stop complaining about him, sei. miruku is just a baby!” you scold your boyfriend, hugging your kitten to your chest, cooing down at him as if he really is a baby. nagi seethes from beside you, that should be him in your arms and not some cat-like freeloader from the streets. miruku blinks up at the white-haired pro player slowly, his mouth opening in a petty meow that almost makes nagi hiss back in response. 

“i’m supposed to be your baby.”

“and you are! but you’re just a little more self-sufficient than my precious lil’ kitty— he needs me to take care of him.” 

“why don’t you just take care of me? cats are s’pposed to be independent,” seishiro nuzzles into your neck, his lips still pouty against your skin and you’d be a liar to say you weren’t overwhelmed with affection for your two boys. “‘n looking after the two of us must be a drag…” 

rolling your eyes, you turn your head to capture nagi in a surprise chaste kiss just to sate him— brushing your lips over his delicately. “i do take care of you, seishiro. some might say you’re a little spoilt with how much i do,” smiling into the kiss, you scratch your nails through his scalp in the way that he likes, a lot similar to your feline friend before jumping up from the couch with a clap of your hands. “now which one of my boys is hungry?”

miruku is promptly shooed to the floor beside a frustrated nagi left without your warmth. the pair share a brief moment of eye contact as your boyfriend runs a hand over his face in annoyance. 

“i hate you.”

“meow.”

the final straw for nagi is the night your cat makes it into the bedroom while you’re having sex. 

he’s pent up, training has been more intensive than usual and all he wants to do is come home and lose himself in you. you let him, falling into the sheets with seishiro nagi, your hands lost in his sea of perfectly soft white hair, your mouth on his, your legs wrapped around the small of his waist as he sinks into you for the first time in a long time. you share a moan, muffled by nagi’s tongue working it’s way down your throat and his entire body weight thrown over you. 

somehow he manages to tear through your clothes, tongue hungrily lapping over your pert nipples while you tug his aching cock free from the confines of his shorts. tears sting at your waterline as nagi presses into your cunt without much prep. he’s so big, you feel as though he might already be kissing your cervix without even moving and you tug hard on his hair at the feeling of nagi twitching within your walls.

“s-sei, god. fill me up s’good—!”

he cuts you off with a throaty moan, eyes rolling back as he gives an experimental thrust. “s’no fair…s’pretty. so tight around me, fuck, angel…”

the moment is perfect, he’s dizzy with love and desire and all caught up in the heat it all… that is until your stupid fucking cat starts screaming bloody murder from outside your locked door. 

“leave it,” seishiro grunts, pawing at your sides and languidly rolling his hips into yours. “s’probably nothin’, angel.” 

you gasp and nod, delirious with ecstasy and pull him closer but miruku seems to whine again— scratching pathetically at the door. “sei, what if—?” 

“he’s fine, jus’ focus on me, pretty thing.” and for the most part you try, you let nagi have his way with you— let him pin you to the bed and make you see galaxies and you’re both about to burst when he swears to the fucking stars he feels that cat’s paw between his balls. 

he doesn’t remember what happens next, just that he sees red or turns it and you are equally as embarrassed— shuffling out of the room to deal with your pesky cat, draped in one of sei’s spare hoodies. 

that’s when nagi decides he’s had enough. 

his final plan isn’t to get rid of miruku but instead to steal your attention away from the dumb animal. 

nagi puts a little more effort into cleaning up himself and the house for you once he gets back from practice at blue lock ( after multiple face times to barou and isagi, reo and others ). he stops by a flower shop and puts together an arrangement that he thinks you’ll like because the colours remind him so much of you. 

when you come home, your eyes light up at the bouquet on your sparkling countertops and the sight of your boyfriend lounging around in your kitchen on his phone. “baby, did you get these for me?” you swoon. 

“yeah. on the way back from practice i went to that flower shop you always talk about.”

“sei, that’s not even on the way home,” you smile and his heart flutters in his chest. “you didn’t have to go out of your way for me.”

nagi bristles with happiness as you make your way into his arms of your own accord and hide your face in his toned chest. “i’d do anything for you, angel,” he mumbled into your hairline and uses a finger to tilt your head up for a gentle kiss, quickly distracting you from miruku who’s jumped up onto the counter. “missed you, s’much.” he knows exactly what he’s doing when he presses his cock between your thighs, dropping his lips to your neck wetly. 

“m-missed you too, sei but…gotta feed the cat…” 

your kitten purrs at your side but seishiro rolls you over, nailing your hips down to the countertops and grinds into you feverishly. his plan is working. 

“no buts, need you. god… s’not fair bein’ away from you f’so long. baby…fuck.” he’s whiny and needy, grabbing handfuls of your ass to slide you back and forth on his growing erection so that you become putty in his hands. you’re so lightheaded that you don’t even hear your cat meowing for your attention— clinging onto nagi’s broad shoulders for dear life. “unless you want me to stop?”

you blink up at your boyfriend, teary eyed and ravenous— for once not reaching out instinctively to pet miruku but instead reaching up to tug on seishiro’s soft snowball locks and bring him down to your height. “i don’t want you to stop, seishiro,” you growl, your voice dipping into sensual and sultry territory. “i want you to fuck me.” 

“can do, angel.” he coos, letting you drag him by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

nagi throws a smug look over his shoulder at your unhappy cat, grinning from ear to ear as miruku hisses at him in defeat.

nagi: 1 - miruku: 0

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— after sickness, after health + sae itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — your ex husband is a menace. married or not, you'll always belong to him.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, angst, divorce, custody battles, you have kids, cheating (with sae lol), manipulation, possesion, slight yandere if you squint, dub-con, tummy bulges, hold the moan, spit!kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex, toxic relationships, previously established relationships, mentions of arguments, ex husband + pro player!sae, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1.5K.

⭑ notes — hello... i was not meant to write this but,, i fear i cannot escape the bllk brain rot lmao !! sorry if he's ooc or too mean but i hope u like it ily guys mwah <3 - m.list ✩

oooo ex husband!sae is so annoying, jarring, he’s horrible.

the divorce is somewhat amicable. both of you pretend it is. you were young and in love but now you’re growing out of affectionate shoes that are too small for you now. it hurts. but you pretend.

ex husband!sae takes what’s his and you take what’s yours. sae doesn’t want what you have and what he gave you — being the big bread winner he was, you keep the house and the cars, the expensive wedding gifts his parents sent from abroad. pity presents, he calls them. he doesn’t want you to be out on your own.

the only thing you and ex husband!sae fight over are the kids — it’s a long and drawn out battle. very messy with tears on your end begging him to call it even and take the deal your lawyer offers up so that the public stops tearing you down. he likes that you’ve called him against the wishes of your lawyers, you’re coming to him as his ex-wife — pleading with him in that way that makes his lips quirk up in a cruel smile because it’s been so long since ex husband!sae heard you beg for him like that.

maybe the custody battle was only to drag you through the mud, make you hurt a little bit so you remember ex husband!sae for the rest of your life. the time you spend with kids is split down the middle.

ex husband!sae hears it from one of your little girls on the way back from their ballet class that mommy is seeing someone new. your other daughter likes him a lot, says he gets them ice cream on the weekends where you have them. and sure enough, your ex doesn’t like that, a weird and sick sense of possession curling around his heart and lungs because you’re not supposed to have been able to move on from sae. you’re only supposed to be happy with him.

ex husband!sae who invites himself over to dinner with your girls on the night he knows that your new boy toy will be there. a sense of pride washes over him as he takes in your expression when you open the front door to him; your eyes wide, pretty lips parted in a delicate ‘o’ — you look as though you might cry, asking him if he’s here for the girls and blinking quick when he says he wants to join the four of you for dinner. he watches the curve of your ass as you lead him inside, wanting to rip that little apron right off of you and make you his again in front of your boyfriend.

the kitchen is cramped with both men politely arguing over how to make the girls’ favourite dinner while they watch bluey out in the living room — paying no mind to the tension building down the hall. your boyfriend seems uncomfortable with how comfortable ex husband!sae is in your space. he knows where the spices are, how you like to wash the dishes as you go along, the way you set the dinner table. your stress runs high as sae flits through your home, after all he did live here once too.

your boyfriend puts his hand on your shoulder. sae smiles when you shrug him off.

the polite yet snide comments continue when your girls are seated for their meals. ex husband!sae makes it known that your current partner has no place at the table, that he could never have you because you’re too loyal to the routine and life that you know. you turn to the fancy bottle of red wine sae bought with him as stress relief.

you’re slightly tipsy when ex husband!sae puts your children to bed — he stops on the creaky stairs because he can hear you drunkenly argue with your boyfriend about tonight’s events and he can’t help but feel as if he’s won. your boyfriend doesn’t think that sae should be around, that he’s bad for you, for the girls too for picking fights in front of them. and like the loyal little thing you are, you defend your ex-husband because he’s a good father and he takes care of you. he always has.

sae only steps in when he sees you getting upset, crumbling under the weight of the evening, the stress of being a single mother with someone who doesn’t understand it the way your ex does. no one else should have the power to make you cry like the midfielder does. that’s sae’s job. the steps of the stairs groan under the weight of his footsteps as sae trudges down them — intervening when you flinch away from your boyfriend who’s raised his voice at you in an attempt to get you to see that ex husband!sae is bad for you.

you screw your eyes shut and clench your fists, not intoxicated enough to fail to gently remind your current partner. “please don’t yell at me.”

you sound so hurt by the argument and that only serves to piss sae off.

“i can take care of her from here,” ex husband!sae brushes past your boyfriend to pull your swaying frame into his chest — sweeping in like your knight in shining armour and ushering the man out of his house with a sick smirk. “i think you should leave.” your boyfriend says he’ll text you later on, no doubt, with the intention to smooth things over while he still feels threatened by your pro-football player ex. but you don’t find the time to respond when later does eventually come around.

because later that night, you give into your urges and succumb to familiarity where ex husband!sae has your knees pressed into your shoulders and your hot cunt wrapped around his shaft — milking him so good like you always have. like you’re meant to be. the midfielder shudders above you, listening out for the squelching symphony your sex sings for him as he fucks you nice and slow. sae fills you up until you can feel his cock in your lungs, dragging his milky pre along your walls as if it’s his signature on your body.

the older itoshi brother would be lying if he said he didn’t miss you, your body, your kisses. the way you dreamily echo his name like it’s a prayer every time he angles his cock to hit your sweet spots. you find his hands within the messy sheets, the slickness of your heat making it easier for sae to grind himself into you. he feels lightheaded with ecstasy, his grunts turning to deep rooted moans as he swoops down to kiss you with tongue — a poor attempt to silence your squeals since your girls are sleeping just down the hall.

the bed that you used to share betrays you, crying from underneath the languid push and pull of your bodies working together for orgasm. ex husband!sae is torn between capturing your teary face in the now and reminiscing all the times he’d fucked you or made love to you against these very sheets. the thought of your new boyfriend doing the same makes him hotter, makes him move faster — slurring and spitting his praises into your eager mouth as his balls clap against the curve of your ass and the crude mix of precum and your juices tie sae itoshi to you.

licking into his mouth, you lift a hand to curl into sae’s roots and tug hard in the way that he likes. “sae,” you mewl, breathless and bambi eyed. “feel s’fuckin’ good. hah! d-don’t stop, m-missed you!”

“don’t tell me what to do, ‘couldn’t stop even if you begged for it.” sweat beads on ex husband!sae’s forehead and he closes his eyes, hips stuttering even though they piston into yours. he can’t tell if you actually miss him or if it’s the sex that’s making you feel this way — and quite frankly, he’s in the same boat. he hooks your thighs over his shoulders and presses the entirety of his body over yours, putting all of his energy in to deep, long strokes that make you choke on your words and gush sweet and clear streams around the base of his throbbing cock.

“you feel me here, love?” your ex husband!sae, asks, magenta hair flopping over his eyes — his hips flush against your puffy clit as your juices pearl along side it. he gives you a rough thrust, fucking you like it’s your wedding night all over again and he hasn’t made the last few months of your life a living hell. like he loves you. “c’mon baby, pay attention. can’t believe you’re so shameless, letting me have you like this again. do you feel me?” sae presses down on your tummy where his thick dick bulges, the sensation making the whites of your eyes visible as they roll back into your skull.

you nod, delirious with desire, pussy trapping your ex husband inside of you. “y-yes, sae! f-feel you!”

“good, because i belong here, sweetheart,” ex husband!sae coos, an evil spark haunting his aquamarine eyes. “i’m the only one who ever gets to fuck you here. because no matter what happens — you’ll always be mine and i’ll always be yours.”

reminiscence.

fem! reader, scara and nahida would act like siblings change my mind, includes sumeru archon quest spoilers!

“would you mind telling me more about [name]?”

scaramouche had to make sure he was hearing things correctly.

“excuse me?”

“[name]. i want to know more about her.”

the tiny god of wisdom gently rocks back and forth on her makeshift swing created by her control over dendro—watching over the city of sumeru with soft eyes whilst the former harbinger stares daggers onto her back of her head.

a sigh escapes the man's lips from behind her, a telltale sign of his incoming exasperation, “you read my mind without my permission again? i remember clearly telling you to cut it out, didn't i?” his annoyance doesn't come unnoticed by the observant child.

“it was quite improper of me to do so, but i'm the god of wisdom. i actively seek out knowledge, and such—i couldn't resist the temptation of peering onto a mind as eccentric as yours.” her tone remains understanding of his irritation, yet all the more wise in explaining her unwarranted prying.

the dark-haired male behind her hums, leaning back onto the tree as he shuts his eyes closed, seemingly given up on voicing his displeasure towards the archon.

“tell me what you know so i'll know where to start.”

his immediate compliance makes the curious child turn her head his way, staring at him with wide eyes.

“you...” nahida trails off as she smiles in relief, quickly reminding herself to not comment on his chosen act of opening up as he might get impatient and dismiss the subject altogether.

the distant chatter of her people down at the city successfully averts her attention from him, her eyes now gazing down at a certain blonde traveller stopping by to buy some supplies for their next adventure.

“you were dreaming of her during your slumber. she's...the fourth betrayal you encountered, correct?” nahida knows that you were anything but a betrayal, but she has to bend her words to his whims for now as to avoid a temper tantrum.

scaramouche hums in response.

“out of all the companions you've trusted, you seemed to cling onto your memories of her the most. why is that?”

“if you've read my mind, then i'm sure you already know why.”

“you're not gonna deny it?” the lesser lord cranes her neck to look at him over her shoulder, brows raised questioningly at his statement. “that you were in love, romantically?” she had carefully formed the question to give him the freedom of denying it just in case he wasn't ready to face his past just yet, but this situation was clearly something she didn't expect.

the male remains resting against the tree behind him, uncaring of the child's rather surprised gaze as his eyes stay shut. “if there's one thing you taught me while being under your care, it has to be acceptance.” he feels his anemo vision thrum to life by his chest, but he pays no mind to it as he continues, “i have nothing to lose now, so I might as well stop lying to myself to give my existence some type of meaning.”

nahida can't help the softening of her eyes towards the male, her smile widening by a fraction before she returns her gaze towards the city below her. if anything, that's probably his way of thanking her. it's a pretty roundabout way considering the better alternatives, but it managed to get the message across, didn't it?

she sighs in content, “that's essentially all I know about her. once again, would you mind telling me how she was like?”

you would probably pass out if you found out that the god of wisdom wishes to know more about you.

the ends of his lips twitch upwards for a moment as he thinks back on the memories he held dearly of you;

ranging from the embarrassing and funny moments you two shared like that one time you accidentally mistook him as a girl due to how graceful and fair his skin and face was, or up to the more intimate moments—like watching the narukami festival unfold along with its blooming fireworks from the mountain peaks of tatarasuna...

...and that one time he finally let your desires free and bared himself for you to touch—his first time.

he feels his cheeks burn at the thought, crossing his arms with a huff as if to breathe out the sinful thoughts.

now that he was free from the shackles of burdens and hatred, everything he experienced with you no longer seemed to be as bitter and disgusting to recall—unlike the times before where he'd have occasional dreams of you back in the fatui, the pettiness in his nerves as he calls it a nightmare that reminds him of how naïve and weak he was back then.

he returns to the matter at hand with a new sense of clarity—now what was he supposed to say again?

right. he was supposed to tell nahida about you.

he can't believe he's still blushing over you after all these centuries.

lifting his eyelids, the first thing he catches in his eyesight was nahida's knowing smile—directed right at him as she stays still on her swing.

why is she—?

oh.

making haste with his movements, he quickly lifts his hand to pull down his hat over his face, only to discover he wasn't wearing his hat at the moment—so pathetically enough, he opts to cover his face with a hand, shyly hiding his face from the grinning archon as he looks away with reddened cheeks and ears.

he got too carried away while reminiscing, it seems.

“i see...so you're still very much in love with her, hm?” nahida speaks up with a teasing tilt to her voice, relishing in this rare moment of the male's lowered guard, “not like i blame you. she was really pretty in your dreams, and probably even prettier in person.”

“shut up. do you want me to continue or not?”

with a quick apology amidst her fit of giggles, she nods, looking away once again from the eccentric wanderer to give him the privacy he deserves.

“sorry, sorry. now you may start.”

her curiousity is piqued. just how much of an impact did you make to cause the male to make such interesting reactions?

she's about to find out now, it seems.

might make part two idk

Art Disclaimer: Please do not take the photo and repost. Feel free to reblog though. Commissioned jfairuz for this one. It’s so, so pretty. 

The Ruthless Prince Masterlist (Completed)

 Genshin Royal AU - Scaramouche x fem!reader

Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.

Chapter 1 - You’re Marrying Me, That’s Final!

Chapter 2 - Social Pretense

Chapter 3 - Can I Understand Him?

Chapter 4 - Pet Wife

Chapter 5 - Enter Prince Tartaglia

Chapter 6 - Just the Beginning

Chapter 7 - To My Heart

Chapter 8 - Where is This Anger Coming From?

Chapter 9 - Secrets

Chapter 10 - Resurface

Chapter 11 - Don’t Touch What’s Mine

Chapter 12 - Truce

Chapter 13 - New Rules

Chapter 14 - Happy Birthday?

Chapter 15 - Forever Hold Your Peace

Chapter 16.1 - Our Last Night

Chapter 16.2 - Our Last Night [NSFW version] at the moment can only be accessed through buymeacoffee         [sneak peek here]

Chapter 17 - Separated

Chapter 18 - War Lost

Chapter 19 - The Two Sides of Hope

Chapter 20 - Reunited

Chapter 21 - Eternity (Final/Epilogue)

Possible extra chapters and spin off titles:

The First Real Date, Dinner at the Parents, Open Jealousy, In Sickness and in Health, I’ll Do All The Work (NSFW), Protective Husband, Remembering Kuni, and still a few more rotting in my brain, if I have the time to write it. I’d love to hear your ideas as well, if you have anything you would like to still read in this series!

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 + 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐒

୨୧ genshin favorite sex troupes feat. cyno : zhongli : childe : kazuha : al-haitham : tighnari : diluc : scaramouche x fem! reader

୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw : 'teacher student' troupe : sex pollen

𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎 + 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒

you loathed cyno, more than anything, despised his being and how he held himself, truly despicable. He didn‘t just think he was better than you, he was full on convinced it‘s the truth and nothing but the truth. It was always him against you, there wasn‘t a way for the both of you to suddenly get along, the differences were outweighing the positive aspects greatly. The only time he‘d actually manage to make you feel good instead of giving you a headache, was when he had you splayed out on the bed, the look on his face almost belittling when he gasped out upon pushing himself in.

the burning and throbbing sensation in between your thighs had you feeling dizzy, slightly disgusted that you were actually getting fucked by the guy you considered your rival, the only person you made it your duty to beat, more so show them that you were clearly better. In a vague, or slight, attempt to control your erratic uneven breathing, you decided to dig your head into his neck, closing your eyes as he continued to work his hips on you. "already tired, are we?" your heart dropped at his words, rolling your eyes when you bit down on his soft flesh, hearing a clear yelp escaping cyno‘s throat. "how rude you are."

you‘re not sorry, you don‘t need to be nor do you have to be sorry, general mahamatra cyno was an asshole, your rival and the person you will triumph over in the future. It didn‘t matter that he was currently fucking you and admittedly, he did a disgustingly great job at it, working wonders on you and punctuating all the sweet spots you had. How was it possible for him to have you figured out this soon? it wasn‘t fair, truly.

you glanced at the male hovering over you, his hips circling and grinding themselves on you whenever he‘d be completely sheathed in your glistering cunt, carelessly snapping himself into your warmth without giving a damn about your pleasure, just to piss you off even more. Cyno enjoyed it, that was clear, maybe a little bit too much, he thinks to himself, if he ever beats you again as your self proclaimed rival, he‘ll make sure to demand the same treatment as today.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 + 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

zhongli, who you considered your lovely teacher, so patient and soft with you, helping you learn all kinds of new things regarding history or various stories around teyvat, anything he put his mind to focus on would ultimately fall to your ears, taking everything he explained to you in great detail. Naturally, those aspects would apply to the certain predicament you were currently in as well, with your body in between his thighs, stroking his erected cock in your hand and licking your lips in anticipation, practically tasting him on your tongue already. "you gotta show me how, zhongli." your lips were curved up into a tiny pout, eyes glazed with lust while seductively fluttering your lashes at him, holding his filthy gaze.

"i have to show you how to pleasure me? very well then." his reply was warming up your heart and cheeks, it felt firm, as he took his stiff cock in his hand to line himself up with your mouth, giving it a few lazy strokes right in front of you, "push your tongue out, i‘ll go easy first." he showed you his signature smile, his hardness was heavy on your wet muscle yet you took him in completely, inch by inch, easy, so eager as you were breathing through your nose with his tip prodding against your throat.

your lips were in pain from the stretch, straining from being split open like that, the unfamiliar feeling making your head feel heavy and dizzy. "you're a natural at this." he cooed at you, helping you bob yourself up and down his impressive length while drawing soft circles on your head, "watch out for your teeth." he was patient with you, as always, zhongli took control of the situation with you having nothing to worry about.

you dragged your tongue around his shaft, without knowing nor having a clue on what to do with it in the first place. Zhongli threw his head back at your sloppy unexperienced sucking, the grip on your head was tightening as he began to apply pressure to it, gradually increasing the speed you were going for. Your nails dug into his thighs, disheveling his dress pants and slightly scratching him through the garment as he hissed out, the pain going straight to his aching groin.

you let out a dirty choke, gurgling while being stuffed full every time zhongli would thrust his hips up roughly, your throat involuntarily flexing around his tip. Your expression was lewd, dirty, with your face being an utter mess, spit was trailing down the corners of your lips and hanging around your chin, pooling down the floor as you hollowed your cheeks to slurp and gather it in your mouth again.

zhongli's thrusts stuttered, becoming uneven and needier, his climax was breaking free from its tight grip as he finally spilled himself in your throat, white ribbons of cum warming your insides up as you moaned around him. The vibrations you gave made it hard for him to control his body any longer, pushing your head down until he completely released his salty and slightly bitter seed in you.

you coughed out at the fullness, dragging your tongue on the white liquid, "keep it in." he watched you, demanded it from you, placing his thumb on your messy swollen lips with you simply obliging to his every command, never going behind his words, "swallow." soft and slow, his words were like fine honeydew as he rubbed his thumb over your mouth before you do as he said, thickly swallowing down all his load, your brows scrunching together from the new taste as you blinked away the warm tears that welled up in your eyes, "good."

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 + 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒

childe and you understood each other, greatly, he knew he could count on you whenever he was hard, needy and not to mention, aware of the fact that his hand wouldn‘t satisfy him tonight. He didn't expect nor needed anything different, like emotional feelings from you. In his opinion, letting you take part in his life with his emotions on full display for you would be far more difficult, not needed, leaning towards your current relationship which was rather just continuing to stay intimate with each other, nothing more nothing less. You‘d always be well reserved, being strict about it, setting the boundries that were necessary to be set in order for the both of you to keep on doing what you were doing.

ajax closed his eyes to enjoy the moment as much as possible, your face was buried in his neck as you bounced your hips into him, sighing as you felt his arms tightly close shut around your waist, keeping you there with his cock roughly dragging against your puffy walls. He groaned heavily in his chest, refraining himself from moaning out once more. His eyes were half lidded when he watched you put on a pretty show for him with your hips that were desperately circling and prancing on his erected cock, milking him for all he‘s worth. You continued to trail wet kisses on his skin, first featherlight, barely there, before applying more pressure and your tongue, licking all the way down to his collarbone before teasingly biting down to get a reaction out of him.

"i could fuck you all day." he admitted to you, bluntly, his hips bucking up roughly to meet yours and taste his climax as the sounds of skin sensually slapping against skin became louder, clearer, with the room turning hotter than before, sweat developing on your skin that was inbedded on you. Childe adored how your breasts were bouncing up to the rhythm of his thrusts, your nipples erected and sensitive, more so how desperately you tried to ride him with your legs beginning to strain and hurt, watching him with your eyes half open, his musky scent that was mixed together with the feeling of sex setting your blood on fire. He truly loved this, treasured it, how your friendship had nothing more than simplicity and intimacy.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 + 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

kazuha was your best friend, your platonic soulmate, that’s what you always kept telling yourself. He knew you better than anyone else, sometimes it even surprised you on how good he just so happened to know you, always having something up his sleeve to make you laugh or cheer up if you were having a bad day. Most importantly though, he was there for you, during good and bad times, never leaving your side and so were you, never leaving him whenever he needed you the most. 

you understood, friendships like yours were one of a kind, cursing yourself whenever you’d get unwelcomed thoughts that were going beyond that, more so were clearly crossing the line, concluding that you indeed had fallen for your best friend. But there he was now, on top of you, holding your gaze with each arm resting next to your head, his body was slightly cold in comparison to the growing heat in between your legs. Unbeknownst to you, kazuha shared your idea, with your relationship developing into something deeper, more meaningful, him handling you like the most fragile being in existence. "i can't believe we're doing this." he's smiling, admitting that fact to you embarrassingly, his eyes half open as the passion greatly welled up in him.

kazuha traced his tongue over your neck before hitting your collarbone, flattening his wet muscle on you and licking all the way down you belly, the feeling left you slightly ticklish. "i want to make you feel good, forever." he repeated himself, more times, lust had taken over him by storm as you rested your hands on his head, awkwardly digging your fingers into his scalp for support.

"it was always you." kazuha brushed his thumb across your cunt, mumbling his words, feeling the moisture pool out from your hole as he spread your lips, flicking his tongue in between your puffy folds. He adjusted himself in a more comfortable angle now, sucking on your glistering skin with his chin beginning to get coated in your slick. Kazuha had to show you that he truly meant it, that this wasn‘t a reaction of being frustrated, needy, but the outcome of a friendship that developed into something more.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 + 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

you always wondered if kaveh‘s roommate was on the market, still without a partner and interested in pursuing something in that direction. Al-haitham was someone you put your eyes on for various reasons, the first one being his undeniable handsome demeanor, you couldn‘t resist it. Second, but not too far off the first place, would be his attitude he somehow reinforced harder when he talked to kaveh, the slight glimpse of his arrogance had you interested, intrigued.

if only your best friend knew about what would happen if he kept inviting you to their home, with him suddenly falling asleep and you still very much being wide awake, next to his room with al-haitham on top of you. Your body was shaking in uncontrollable sobs and shudders, he was big and heavy in you and you barely had time to adjust yourself to his girth. Al-haitham was ruthless, starving, your cries muffling tiny hiccups whenever he‘d snap himself into you, hard. "you think you can take it a bit longer?" the question was granted, you were definitely struggling right now but the sweet mix of pain and pleasure was more than enough to keep going in your eyes.

you nodded frantically, arching your spine off the mattress before getting fucked back into it, the soft pillows were engulfing your burning body as you cried out with al-haitham being quick to shut you up. "be quiet, you don‘t want him to hear us, do you?" you found the strength to pull his hand off your lips, a tiny 'sorry' leaving you as you chew down on the softness of your cheeks to prevent yourself to become noisier than you already were.

your body trembled in his arms, it felt sore, your eyes gushed up with tears from being fucked so good, so hard, not to mention from the tiny amount of uncomfortable pain you felt from biting down on your cheeks so viciously. In the end, you wouldn‘t tell your best friend you fucked his roommate, it would only make kaveh never invite you to his home again and that would be one hell of a big problem on its own.

𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 + 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍

there were plenty of pros and cons about being tighnari's assistant, most of the times he was pretty cautious with what he’d bring home to further investigate on. However, when he‘d find something interesting, something he never saw before and intrigued him, he couldn‘t help himself but take it with him, without actually making sure if it was save or not. In this scenario, it wasn‘t, the plant that he found sprouting on a tiny hill was letting go of soft, barely visible pollen that tickled your nose, eyes and made your mind hazy, afterwards even going so far as to turn your body hot, so hot you could feel yourself become aroused, the warm sensation building up in between your legs with tighnari feeling the same way.

you both couldn‘t particularly stop fondling with each other, it was as if someone got a hold of your body and decided to manually control your every move. Yet it also felt incredible, the feeling unrecognizable, you couldn‘t remember the last time you felt so free and fulfilled, aside from needy with tighnari's face buried in between your legs. You were leaking, it was almost embarrassing, the inside of your thighs stained with perspiration and your filthy essence, his tongue lapping it all up with his cock in full view, angry and red, swollen and wanting to be sheathed in you so badly.

he‘s rutting his cock into his fist while the other one held you down upon pulling away. Tighnari first, brushed your slick off his chin with the back of his hand before looping his arms around your knees, drawing you towards him. His eyes were drownsy with his pupils widened as he disposed of his pants— that were previously hanging around his knees, completely.

tighnari tapped his swollen cock on your glistering folds but wasn‘t in for the teasing tonight, his erection was beginning to seriously pain him, as if he had to fuck you right now or he‘d literally get dizzy from the ache in between his legs. He‘s pushing himself past the tight hole with your arms encircling him almost immediately, dragging his stiff member into you with his eyes rolling back as the tension in his lower region didn’t necessarily fade away but it made it a lot more bearable now.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 + 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃

it was late at night with the room becoming eerie, the air in it thick, your bodies were barely able to be spotted in the darkened room, your hands fondling with each other as diluc nibbled on your warm neck with his hands squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. You barely knew him, at all, you of course, had heard of him but you have never gotten the chance to actually meet diluc in person. It wasn‘t when you finally saw him at a late hour in the little bar you so happened to be with your friends that night.

what started as harmless talking and a few beverages, soon developed into a making out session that ended in his room, on top of his bed with him fisting his cock in front of your messy hole— about to fuck you into the mattress. You didn‘t deem it necessary to know much about him, diluc had this charm in his voice whenever he talked, it somehow soothed your brain when you listened to him. You admitted to yourself that you felt anxiety and something else which was flooding though your veins, was it maybe impatience or the longing for his touch?

in concentration, diluc pulled his lower lip in between his white teeth, hissing through his clenched jaw as he pushed himself past the tightness of your cunt, cramming himself to the hilt. He elicitied multiple whimpers from your throat as he pressed himself forward, his body flushed on top of yours with his lips searching your own.

your tongue was prodding against his mouth, asking for entrance, then circling it around his own when you began to taste the residue of sweet drinks you both had consumed earlier. For some reason, the intimacy you experienced right now— with a complete stranger, was much more intense than any other times with partners you knew and actually talked to frequently. The thought about never seeing diluc again and then maybe meeting him one day, acting as if nothing happened, as if he didn‘t fuck you silly in his bed, late at night, with nothing but sheer lust in his eyes.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 + 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

"i'll fucking kill you after this, you know that, right?" scaramouche spat out with his teeth pushed together, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his stiff cock was filling his mind with a complete haze of feelings and thoughts he couldn't process, nor was he particularly interested in figuring them out right now, "doesn't look like it." your response was cold, fierce, the wry smirk on your lips more than evident as you leaned closer to him, your mouth hovering over his swollen tip. "shut up and get to it already." he clearly wasn‘t having it, roughly placing his hand on the back of your hand before applying pressure, your plump lips hitting his cock right away. His rosy tip was coated with a generous amount of pre cum, a faint line connecting you to his member upon pulling away.

you prodded your tongue out, teasingly circling your wet muscle over his slit to gather the oozed out seed on your taste buds, the salty substance melting with your spit when you finally took his tip in your mouth, nibbling on it. You hollowed your cheeks, swallowing his essence as you felt it coat your throat before continuing to take him inch by inch— easy and taking your time, until having him buried and twitching in your warm mouth.

"fuck, faster." his words emanated as a shaky whisper, a soft plea, but as always, scaramouche made it sound like a direct command, arrogantly disgusting. You closed your eyes, breathing through your nose as you bobbed your head up and down his length, flattening your tongue on him so his cock would always be fully coated in your spit, taking a precaution that you wouldn‘t end up hurting him. The hardness of him was exhilarating, heavy, not to mention how he'd twitch in your mouth after a particularly rough suck from you.

scaramouche rested his hand on the back of your neck while the other one was right above his mouth, shivering and gasping with his head tilted to the left, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him— with him never actually admitting that he found you beautiful, or was fond of you. "who knew you could actually be something else other than annoying and a pain in the ass." he threw those words at you with a wide sadistic smirk, rolling his hips forward to meet your mouth. His muscles were tense and feeling as if someone lit them on fire, the burning sensation in between his legs was gradually building up further.

your lips trembled around his shaft, his bossy behavior was certainly turning you on— pressing your thighs together as you picked up on your rhythm, the squelching noises becoming louder and clearer to be heard as he tossed his head back, arching his spine into you. Scaramouche suppressed a whimper as he abruptly climaxed in your mouth, without a warning, pulling you against his cock and releasing his thick seed in you with letting it run down your throat— much to his enjoyment once seeing you struggle to take his load. You pulled away after he emptied himself in you. While full of him, the warmness made you shiver and got your head feeling heavy when you decided to swallow it all with his gaze still on you, his eyes growing wider when he witnessed it, involuntarily forgetting the threats he threw at you earlier.

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#SORRY TO INTERRUPT

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ hey siri, how do you apologize to your ex boyfriend for fucking his roommate?

— pairing ⋮ alhaitham x reader (ft. past! kaveh x reader)

— length ⋮ 2.1k words

— contents ⋮ one night stand! alhaitham, ex boyfriend! kaveh, cunnilingus, fingering, handjobs, unprotected sex, slight size kink, creampie, kaveh walking in on y’all rip

— notes ⋮ i need to suck alhaitham’s tits bro. ty catnip for beta reading i luv u

you don’t expect it, in all honesty—it happens in a blur before you even have a moment to question it.

one moment you’re exchanging snide banter with a certain scribe, and the next moment you’re in his bed. you don’t ever expect him to be so willing. in your defense, alhaitham isn’t exactly what most people would deem a casual fuck kind of guy—or so you thought.

truth be told, it’s better this way, you think.

this way, you know this is a hookup that isn’t in it for the romance—at least, you assume so, anyway. alhaitham also doesn’t really seem the kind of guy who’s looking for a relationship. so really, it’s perfect this way. getting into bed with a muscular, well-built, smart, attractive man such as him to keep your mind off your ex is a great plan if you ask yourself.

alhaitham is already far better than most of your recent hookups—you’re pleasantly surprised. he sprawls you onto his mattress, lips curving along your own gently yet firmly, knee slotting between your legs as it rubs over your dripping cunt through the fabric. you mewl against his mouth as the friction finds your clit, making your hands clutch tightly onto any part of him you can grasp—which happens to be the bulging muscles of his bicep.

“so pretty,” he mumbles, pulling away and staring down at your swollen lips and hazed eyes—and he means it. you are pretty, sweet and pliant under him as he cages you with his weight.

it’s been a while since someone’s touched you like this, like you’re fragile and precious under the fingertips that trace your dips and curves. it’s been a while since someone’s paid attention to your body like this—which makes you all the more desperate as alhaitham’s fingers hook onto the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your hips swiftly along with your underwear.

he grins as he realizes that you’re drenched—your slick glistening along your folds and making him groan at the sight. you don’t even have a moment to register what’s happening, let alone protest when his face instantly inches down to bury itself between your legs.

“oh—h-haitham,” you gasp as his tongue circles your clit, licking a stripe along your folds before finding the sensitive nub once more, making your voice break with a desperate moan.

if you weren’t so lost in the pleasure of his mouth slowly making out with your pussy, on the way his tongue traces along your entrance so perfectly before it fucks into you, you might have just fallen for him after the delicate kiss to your clit before he’s diving his tongue past your folds.

it’s been so long since someone has been this diligent with you, so long since someone has taken the time to make sure your pleasure comes first before even thinking about moving on to the main part. when was the last time? you can’t even remember.

it’s must’ve been….oh, right. the last time must’ve been during kaveh. the time before the breakup that leaves you numb and aching. the same breakup that lands you here in alhaitham’s bed in the first place, searching for something—anything—to keep your mind off of your loss.

but then, just before the pang in your heart can present itself as you think about the previous man who held your heart, just before your mind can wander to the man you’ve left behind, two thick fingers slide past your folds, curling into your sweet spot perfectly.

“f-fuck—feels good,” you sob, “so good, please, please,” you chant, grinding your cunt against his face as his lips wrap around your clit.

alhaitham is just a little cocky at the way your voice cracks—chuckling lowly as he presses yet another kiss to your clit before pulling away.

“please what?” he smirks, “c’mon, you can’t just leave a sentence unfinished now,” he urges. but he knows exactly what he’s doing—sinking his fingertips deeper into you, brushing against the velvety spot of your walls, and grinning as you whine at the feeling instead of answering his question.

“p-please—don’t stop,” you beg, moans spilling freely from your mouth, “gonna cum,” you cry.

“good,” he nods, “why don’t you be good and cum then? i’d love to see it.”

it’s instantaneous—the way you shatter for him as his fingers fuck into your past and cruel, filling the room with the messy sound of his digits bullying into your wet cunt. his lips suck around your clit, tongue rubbing back and forth against it and making you sob as your back arches and your toes curl from the intensity of your orgasm.

it feels good—so good. alhaitham knows his way around your body, licking and sucking along every patch of skin he can find. the insides of your thighs are painted vividly with proof of his lips, and so is the valley of your breast and the column of your neck. for living in a place that frowns upon the arts the way that it does, alhaitham is an artist of his own kind. he marks every stroke of his brush against your skin deliberately, like the slow scratches of pen on paper as a story unfolds.

you can feel the strain of his cock in his pants, thick and practically throbbing through the fabric as he hovers over you and grinds his erection against your thigh.

“fuck,” he curses, arms wobbling just a little as he tries to hold himself over you. even the slightest friction against his aching length is enough to break his composure like that—and you can’t help but find it endearing. “see this?” he hums lowly, breath fanning over your lips, “see what you do to me?”

“please, alhaitham,” you whine impatiently, hand finding its way between your bodies to slip under his waistband, wrapping tightly around his thick girth and squeezing. he chokes, lets out a surprised grunt as your thumb grazes his slit and smears the pre cum leaking around his sensitive tip. “give it to me,” you say, “all of it.”

something in him snaps—something that breaks off every part of his rationality before he’s growling and sliding his pants down his legs, stiff cock meeting the cool air of the room while he hisses.

your hand finds him immediately, slowly stroking his length and squeezing around the base. he’s flushed a pretty red at the tip, leaking with pre cum and swollen as he aches painfully to sink into you, to stretch you wide and split you open on his cock.

“impatient are we?” he croaks, trying not to let his voice break as he moans softly when your thumb glides through his slit again, face falling to the crook of your neck, “mm, k-keep going,” he encourages against your skin, sucking and licking along your neck as you drag your fist up and down his length.

the filthy, squelching sound of his cock fucking into your first is all but deafening, overtaking your senses as you focus on the way he’s hot and heavy in your hands, thick and curved just right that you know he’ll fill you up perfectly and then some.

and just as you’re about to plead, to beg desperately to just let you feel him already, he grabs your wrist and pins it over your head, grabbing his cock and gritting his teeth as the uncomfortable ache of his orgasm dying down settles in. the blunt head of his length nudges against your entrance, making you gasp before he slowly inches into you.

he’s big—he takes a good amount of time slowly sinking into you as you try to accommodate his size.

“‘s big,” you sniffle, “too big. won’t fit—can’t fit it all,” you try to tell him, but he scoffs, hand grabbing your cheeks and squeezing them together as he tilts your head to meet his gaze.

“oh yeah? think you know better than me?” he raises a brow, making your teary eyes widen as he sinks a little deeper into you. the stretch stings—but you can’t deny that the drag of every vein along your tight walls makes your head spin and spine jolt with pleasure. “we’ll make it fit,” he growls, “and it’ll fit just fine too. that much, i can assure.”

but even as stern as his words are, his lips are gentle as they kiss away the tears, mapping your skin sweetly as the last bit of his slides into you and he bottoms out. he groans, panting erratically against your forehead as your tight walls hug around his cock. he needs to cum—needs to fill you up and fuck you until you’re dripping the remains of his cum that leaks from your folds.

his hips roll with a steady rhythm, yet another mystery as to how someone so smart and serious is so skilled with the arts. alhaitham fucks you like he hits every note of a tune you don’t think you’ll ever forget, stuck in your mind to replay over and over as you feel him slam against every sensitive spot deep within you. his hips slam against yours and the sound of skin slapping rings in your ears like background music. but the sound of his voice—melodic against your ear and sweet as it sings moans and praises makes your walls flutter around him.

“so tight,” he grunts, “s-so tight,” he pants against your ear, voice breathy and soft, “don’t know how long i’ll last like this.”

his thumb moves between your bodies to circle your clit, making your head fall back against the plush of the pillows under you, eyes fluttering shut and mouth hanging open as wanton moans spill from your lips.

sometimes, when you miss kaveh a little extra, when the nights are lonely and the bed is even lonelier, you find yourself seeking out the warmth of another body. usually, your mind always craves the touch of your ex boyfriend, aching to feel the familiarity of soft blonde strands of hair between your fingers and the heat of his pale skin against yours. you find the remnants of your love in the strangers your bed, holding onto the few seconds that you can trick yourself into thinking the body pressed against yours is the one you wish for so desperately.

but somehow…something with alhaitham doesn’t feel like every other time. this time, you don’t let your mind unconsciously slip into imagining kaveh. this time, you’re distinctly aware that it’s alhaitham hovering over you, that it’s alhaitham bullying his thick cock into your abused cunt, that it’s alhaitham moaning into your ear, that it’s alhaitham lighting up your body as you reach the precipice of your high.

and all too suddenly, his mouth presses against yours, tasting you like there’s decadence on your tongue and sweetness that trickles from your lips. his hips are sloppy as they angle into you, the mess of slick and pre cum coating your inner thighs and forming a ring around the base of his cock. his voice lilts to a soft whine as you squeeze around him, the thick head of his cock kissing the parts deep within you that make your hips jolt and your mind haze with pleasure.

“c-close,” you whimper sweetly, “so close, ‘m gonna…gonna cum—”

“i know,” he rasps, “i know, me too. cum with me.” if you didn’t know any better, you’d say the last part comes out as a plea, a slightly needy tone that makes your walls quiver around him.

with a few more harsh strokes of his thumb over your clit, you cum with a wail, and he follows you not long after, the deep rasp of your name falling off his tongue like a prayer as his hips still and his cum fills your cunt with thick ropes. he fucks his load into you sloppily, lost from any rhythm as he desperately rolls his hips and drills his cock into you while riding through the shocks of his orgasm.

your fingers thread through his hair, sweaty and soft under your touch—and the deep groan you pull from him as you tug almost makes you cum again from the sound alone. with a few more thrusts of his hips, he collapses beside you, panting as his chest rises and falls while he catches his breath.

after a while, he glances at you from the corner of his eyes, “uh…are you…are you okay? was i…did i hurt—”

“i’m fine,” you snort, grinning at him. it’s almost…cute—the way his cheeks flush and his lips are almost a pout as he scoffs.

“you don’t have to laugh,” he grumbles, “there’s nothing funny about asking a regular question.”

“i’m not laughing at you,” you tease, “i’m laughing with you.”

“well, that makes no sense. i’m not laughing at all,” he rolls his eyes.

“well, you—”

you’re cut off by the door being pushed open, the creak making both of your heads turn to the source of your interruption. instantly, alhaitham’s face sours—but you pause, eyes wide and mouth dry as you take in just whose at the door and just whose voice you’re hearing.

“are you ignoring me on purpose? i’ve been calling out for the past—” kaveh’s eyes are wide, mouth parted as he stops mid-sentence and his eyes linger on your face before registering your lack of clothing. the hand on the doorknob tightens its grip and his face turns red while his eyes narrow.

“k-kaveh?” you whisper.

“you know each other?” you can faintly hear alhaitham’s confused voice beside you, but you’re too busy watching as hurt and then anger sink into kaveh’s features.

“well, i’ll just leave my roommate and my past lover to their devices then,” he spits coldly, “sorry to interrupt.”

and before you can ask him to wait, before alhaitham’s hand can reach for you as you hurriedly climb out of bed to chase after the blonde, the door slams hard enough that you can almost feel the walls shake.

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How 'bout a... how is Scaramouche with a physically affectionate reader?

anyone else hyped about scaramouche drip marketing tmr or is it just me...

and tysm for requesting him, i love him sm😭 i could talk about scaramouche for days ngl

scaramouche x physically affectionate! gn! reader

warnings: none?? if you find anything feel free to tell me😭

✧ scaramouche is complicated and i think we can agree on that

✧ i think that he wouldn't enjoy physical affection all that much, especially in front of other people - he just doesn't like being touched right before other people

✧ yet, he is very aware of how much you enjoy just snuggling up to his side or randomly grabbing his hands and play with them, so that's that he thinks. but he knew already before your relationship, so it's no surprise to him and he deals with it in his own way

✧ guessing that you two only became a thing when you probably were also a part of the fatui, he believes that you two should keep apart business and personal life apart. in his eyes, both can't coexist and would just ruin everything

✧ the fact that he opened his, well, nonexistent heart to someone in all those years is already a great feat for him and he remarks you as someone odd because who would try willingly to approach him?

✧ as scaramouche, someone who holds much power as a harbinger, he wants to keep your display of affection in private - first of all, for your own good, and second of all, because he has a reputation to uphold

✧ what would it look like if you always hugged him and even worse, if one of the other harbingers saw? not that he cared much for their opinion, but he prefers to keep to himself and that's also what he asks from you

✧ while in public, people might not even guess you're a couple, but the moment the door to your room closes he can't help himself but find himself hugging you and even enjoying the closeness and warmth you radiate when your hands gently run through his hair

✧ don't be surprised at the balladeer for suddenly clinging onto you but still keeping up the same attitude as he had during the day - he just doesn't like being looked down upon in a metaphorical way, so he prefers you to not question his actions and just enjoy it

✧ you possess what he lacks and yearns for, a beating heart and the warmth of an actual living body, so oftentimes he might subconsciously even become the lower spoon and place his head right above where your heart is, silently counting the beats in his head as he thinks of nothing for a while (if you try and speak to him while he does that, it might take a few seconds longer for him to reply, that's how immersed he is)

✧ he isn't too prone on being the big spoon, but he enjoys holding you in his arms just as much - he actually believes that he is not that good in holding you close to him because he has no body warmth and he has no idea how to properly hug someone (unless he actually tried to keep you in a chokehold)

✧ however, if he ever happens to be in a good mood (which is already something to behold), he might ask you to walk him and he might even be in a good enough mood for you to hug him if he's sure nobody can see (though he'd still mutter curses under his breath, calling you an idiot for your constant need of physical affection)

✧ kisses are,,, something he does not understand. why do people press their lips together? he literally questioned right infront of you how sanitary that is and when you had the audacity to laugh he was just confused

✧ it might take him a while to open up to actual kisses, so it's rather a gentle kiss on his cheek or ontop of his head while you're hugging him

✧ that's also when he learnt that kisses did not have to be on the lips to carry meaning

✧ he'd probably even like to kiss your eyelids gently, mainly because he enjoys the way your eyelashes flutter shut in surprise or how flushed you become when he returns to his original position with a shit eating grin on his face

✧ also, he would probably like to link your pinkies together if you're alone. the first time he did it he denied it and called you delusional for it, but the second time it happened he just allowed you to tease him about it for the time being

✧ as long as all of this stays between the safety your four walls, it doesn't really matter to him. all he's really scared of is being betrayed again, let it be you passing away or suddenly leaving him behind

✧ the fact that you managed to break down his walls like that was enough for him to see you as worthy of his time and attention, so even if he initially dislikes any hugging, kissing or handholding, he is willing to do it for you as long as you're here with him

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 — THE HANDMAIDEN.

In the frozen land where the outcasts belong and the peculiar is home, tomorrow is never promised. Intertwined your fate with the Harbingers might be, it’s in your best interest to remember: the cold swallows the weak and Snezhnaya knows no tears.

⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ f!reader. undertones of yandere. unprotected sex. power play. a hint of dark content so be wary! further warnings are written on each character’s part! not proofread.

PIERRO ! breeding kink. lots of cum. unprotected.

it was the jester who first deemed a handmaiden like you worthy of attention. from simply picking you out in the throng of retainers in zapolyarny palace to exchanging curt greetings whenever you serve him tea, your existence slowly took shape in his mind. it was but a mere dot until he molded it into something bigger than yourself: he offered you status in exchange for fucking your pussy raw.

whenever pierro ruts into you ruthlessly, you think of it as his personal goal. the goal of needing to puff up your cunt with his fresh cum once his cock and balls begin to swell. pierro folds you in positions that give him access to your womb, where he dumps fat amount of cum after fat amount of cum. doing so much as pinning his balls to your folds and plugging your hole with his sheer size, pierro is adamant about not spilling a drop. and when your pussy does leak, he takes it upon himself to stuff you with another load double the amount of what you spilled.

some nights while you lay on his chest and with courage flickering like an ember in your heart, the urge to ask him why tips your tongue. but before your curiosity could materialize into verbal words, you would be reminded of where he truly hailed and what the circumstances are of said land. perhaps pierro fucks you with a need to get you pregnant as one way to spread his khaenri’ahn blood.

CAPITANO ! womb fucking. in new york’s voice i know his dick big— i know it. size kink.

capitano thinks of you as a battlefield. in truth, you are nothing of the sort. not a wasteland of bodies emitting miasma putrid enough to destroy one’s stomach. it took him weeks chewing over the irony before surmising that his enticement has everything to do with his lusting for blood and annihilation. in his eyes, you are a battlefield he must conquer. unlike pierro who has given you status, capitano offered you strength in exchange for your little puffy pussy taking his huge cock.

don’t be scared, he’d whisper, it’ll fit. pressed against your stomach, no cock of such girth and length could ever fit in someone’s cunt. you feel so little in his arms, extremely so whenever you work your body down his whole length. and once he’s fully sheathed inside, with his fat crown pushing right into your womb and veins thick enough to stimulate, you shiver and sob. capitano is deep in your guts and he knows it, always drawing gentle circles on your back to allay the sting of having stretched your pussy out and to soothe the enfeebling sensation of his cock tip kissing your womb each gentle thrust.

many stories surround him, most of which are bone-chilling. they say capitano is the harbinger of death, and that hiding behind his mask is the skewed face of a monster hell spat out. you admit to believing the hearsay once, but calloused is his skin might be, you have never been touched by hands so gentle. consider it clemency, since you must not forget: capitano can easily break you if he so does will it himself.

DOTTORE ! exhibitionism. voyeurism. creampie.

in zapolyarny palace, the name dottore typically sparks caution in the hearts of many. christened as the doctor, he is the paradox of warmth normally seen in someone in the field of medicine. you have done all that you could to be stationed somewhere else other than in his laboratory, but a handmaiden’s fate is as pliant as clay in the hands of those with power. therefore, when he offered you wisdom, all you could do was give him the same. wisdom that is through letting dottore’s segments completely fuck you witless in front of him.

he likes observing your face contorting with lewdness. watching drool racing down your chin, tits bouncing as one of his segments drills his cock into you from the back. there’s nothing more gratifying than biting your lips with your eyes rolling heavenward while your pussy sucks in cock after cock. he enjoys the sounds you make but loves popping his cock down your throat when your screams become too noisy for his liking. but when you come undone by having been fucked until your legs are shaking with thick amounts of cum spilling from your cunt, dottore finds himself admiring nothing else but the image before him.

he wouldn’t have thought that his sexual fantasies could be sated without venturing out to the nearest brothel. for that, he bestows you a chance to ask him two questions every time he fucks you. it is a deal sealed months ago that has benefited both parties involved. and dottore loves to keep things as it is. he’d continue doing so as long as you wouldn’t ask questions at the cost of your precious, precious life. it does not matter how much dottore adores you, he would never think twice.

PANTALONE ! predator and prey dynamics. dubious content. nasty. he rubs your asshole. i’m sorry i was so horny while writing his part. creampie. drool. unprotected.

possessing mora enough to buy a whole region makes a man forthright in his intentions, be it pure or soiled with nothing but personal gain. because in the face of money, even the most deviant minds and sickest of hearts appear gilded. you have been proven of the warped reality when letters from your family burst forth in your chamber. each parchment contains fervent gratitude for a name that turned your blood gelid. mr. pantalone is a very kind man, indeed. please do not forget to thank him for the year’s worth of food he supplied us.

the first time you thanked him, pantalone fucked your pussy until the hole was gaping, as though asking for more. he completely owned you: mind, body, and soul. he pistoled his cock deep in your guts for hours, with his eyes rolling back to his skull and his cheeks tinted pink. at one point he almost cried overstimulating his cock tip by kissing your cervix and squirting bouts of cum in your womb. you’ve found out that he particularly prefers when you bounce on his thick shaft, squelching him dry while he gropes your tits and licks your nipples until his mouth is spilling out saliva. sometimes he would rub your asshole as you come around his cock, because he revels whenever your pussy pulses around his girth to milk his balls sapped of cum.

as a man with unparalleled wealth, pantalone sure likes to count. he’s skilled at keeping scores, striking a line on your inner thigh with a glaring ink for every round where he leaves your cunt cum-filled. with each line equivalent to ten million mora. you’d enter pantalone’s chamber every week as a handmaiden, then come out a wealthy one— albeit powerless. regardless of how blinding mora is, it must not hide the truth from you: pantalone, the richest man of all, can take your opulence just as easily as he gave it.

CHILDE ! mindbreak. protected sex. condom used. childe is feral. drool.

childe, the 11th of the harbingers, is appreciated by many if not all. an unusual sight in zapolyarny palace, yet the warmest one. he is a glorious warrior, especially when wielding his weapon. a sight worthy of awe, for he moves with precision and speed that are not of this world. owning aberrant strength, childe is meant for blood and glory. and he evinces it all by providing you security whenever you prove just how formidable of a harbinger he is behind closed doors.

drool on the pillows, hands barely hanging on to the sheets, with your mind spinning after hours and hours of childe drilling his cock into you until your stomach flattens on the bed. he pounds your pussy vehemently, shifting positions every time to abuse your sensitive spots. feet over his shoulders, knees against your chest, missionary, name it all. he’ll fuck you in ten different positions each night to break your sanity. and every time he slides his cock out of your wet cunt with his fat and heavy cum pulling the rubber down his twitching shaft, he ties the condom around your legs as proof of his strength.

what makes a warrior is his stamina, and childe would do anything to prove that he’s a formidable one. be it through fighting or fucking, he has yet to fail in either of those aspects. he has dominated you more than once. it is you who willingly walked in on his life like a vulnerable mouse sauntering to a viper’s maw. you have no one else but yourself to blame for the venom in your veins.

SCARAMOUCHE ! voyeurism. perv!scaramouche.

scaramouche is his name and he’s the most enigmatic of all. some whispers say that it is merely a moniker to conceal his identity. to bury his past, to birth him anew. vexed with more than half of the zapolyarny palace, the quiet places and shadows are his companions. you think he hates you, too, for none could be spared from scaramouche’s temper. but unlike everyone else, he has found something quite entertaining in you. regardless of its nature, you have not exactly been favored by the harbinger. he remains truthful to his ill temper no matter the circumstances.

when you part your thighs before him, shaking fingers while playing with your pulsing clit, the way he stares burns at your skin. there is humor in his eyes. as though the way you pump two fingers in your wet and untouched cunt serves as peak amusement for him. perhaps it is, perhaps it is not. scaramouche has mastered the schooling of his expressions, sticking only to that of pure malice even if he has you bared before him. he loves commanding you to touch your cunt with your legs extended wide, or pinch and rub on your clit until you’re shaking at where you sit. sometimes he’d tease and tug at your nipples, but he has never gone further than that. and you fear that he never will.

brewing between you is one crooked relationship. scaramouche has not any need for you other than to satisfy his odd fantasies. he has been forthright from the beginning about his intentions, saying that he merely wants to see for himself what’s so special about a handmaiden like you that has the other harbingers on their knees. all his provocations hold with them a promise, and that perhaps one day, scaramouche will try and seek out the answers for himself. but that day is not today.

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Thinking about suna in college who is such a loser. He always gets picked on by the jocks, the popular girls being rude to him calling him a weirdo :((

He was a little nervous once he found out that he would be having you as a partner for a project, he didn’t understand why you were being so nice to him too. He expected you to be like the other girls who call him mean names and give him a disgust look.

But later he did find out that the only reason you were being nice to him is because you wanted him to do all the work. You wanted him to do the project by himself so you could go out shopping or do whatever you do.

And in exchange, you would take his virginity.

When you had told suna that he was absolutely stunned. He had no clue what to respond with at all. But you responded for him. Bringing him into a messy kiss.

Suna hesitantly kissed you back, shakily putting his hands on your waist as the kiss gets more heated. Suna kisses you desperately and grips onto your waist harder as he slightly humps into your clothed pussy.

You pulled away from the kiss with a hum, "Soo l take that as a yes?" Suna had nodded his head, unable to find the words to respond with at the moment.

He watched as you got off his lap and sunk to the floor under his table, slowly pulling off his shorts and his underwear.

His breath hitched when you cupped his hard cock, you also gasped slightly at how big he was, none of the guys you ever messed with was this big, and it had you turned on, thighs squishing together to prevent the aching between your legs

You spit in your hand to use it as some type of lube and started stroking his cock, pumping him just the right pace which had suna humping into your hand.

"Mmm you look so cute rinnie. And you're soo big around my hand." You whined out, laying your head on his thigh looking up at him, your hand still pumping him.

"F-fuck.. y/n i'm cummin' keep doing that.. yea, s-shit!" Rin grunted out, bucking his hips into your hand, his cum spilling out and falling all over your hand.

You pumped him slowly a few more times and removed your hands from his cock, his sticky cum all over your fingers.

Suna had made eye contact with you as you sucked on your fingers, licking his cum clean. Suna had mentally screamed in his head, he watched as you got up from between his legs and bring him into a kiss.

He deepened it, grabbing the back of your head, and he could faintly taste himself on your tongue. You pulled away with a smirk on your face, making eye contact with rin as you slip of your skirt along with your panties.

He helped you straddle his lap yet again and hissed as you gliding his tip along your soaking entrance, he gasped at the feeling of your warm wall sinking onto him, gripping your hips tightly that would definitely leave a mark.

As you adjust to his size, you started to bounce up and down on him, moaning and crying as fat cock starts to hit that spot inside of you continuously.

And suna? god was he a goner. He couldn’t stop bucking up into you, already sensitive from his previous orgasm. So he just whined and fucked into you, pushing his cock deep into your gushing pussy that had you seeing fucking stars.

Aranara cosplay! (Feat. friendship party)

— 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 ∞

SUMMARY. congratulations, you have reached friendship level four with a certain man. what to know what he says about you to the traveller?

CHARACTERS. alhaitham, kamisato ayato, tartaglia (childe), diluc ragnvider, kaeya alberich

PRONOUNS. she/her

TW. mentions of breakdown (in alhaitham's part)

AUTHOR NOTE. been a while huh? but i can't help but feel like my writing magic has completely gone but maybe i need a change of topic to bring it back, but i will give you this free coffee before i will probably announce something about the blog soon...

༉‧₊˚. ALHAITHAM

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Now, what would you like to know about the manager of Puspa Café? Y/N was once a talented student and researcher at the Akademiya before she walked off. She was notorious for burning all her research before the Grand Sage had the chance to obtain them but even after that, all the students within the Akademiya have nothing but praises about her, always coming into the cafe for a chance to have a tutor session with the famous ex-researcher…some might even say her wisdom rivals against most beings but she would tell you to not disrespect.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Don’t you think you are asking too much about her? Yes, Y/N is someone I hold dear but other than that, I rather not say anything more than that…it’s a private matter between me and her.

[Tighnari - About Alhaitham’s Lover

He’s like a hawk around her like we get it, Y/N is your lover. However, I understand why he is protective of her, after her infamous breakdown back at the Akademiya, she has never been the same. Never smiled or laugh cheerfully like she did back when she was a student, but ever since her relations with Alhaitham, she seems to slowly get back to her old self…don’t tell anyone I told you this but every time he sees her, he suddenly shines like a Nilotpala Lotus.]

༉‧₊˚. KAMISATO AYATO

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Lady Y/N is no stanger to the Kamisato Clan, matter of fact, she also friends with Ayaka but due to her being one of the adopted daughters of the Kujou Clan, she is extremely busy…yet, she doesn’t seem close to her parental figures at all. As much as Kujou Sara has gratitude to old man Kujou, Y/N seems to despise him more than ever…maybe me and her have more in common than I originally thought.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Me and Lady Y/N have been engaged for a while, hehe. It was kept a secret between the both of us before Y/N found the right time to break away from the Kujou Clan without any issues. The old man couldn’t believe what he was hearing once I came in and took her back to the Kamisato estate, what a sight it was. I am more than delighted to have her by my side for a lifetime.

[Kamisato Ayaka - About Kamisato Ayato’s Lover

I’ve known my brother had an eye for Y/N for quite some time, it’s actually quite funny to see him subtly stumble on his words when he doesn’t know it. When I heard of their engagement, I was so delighted to hear that she was going to be my sister, now I have another person to make sure my brother takes care of himself.]

༉‧₊˚. TARTAGLIA

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

What would you like to know about Y/N, comrade? I could give you pages upon pages about her and it still wouldn’t be enough. Y/N is a childhood friend of mine that I hold dear, she’s very close with my siblings as they see her as an older sister. Ah…I still remember the days when she would smack my head whenever I did something she said was ‘stupid’...kind of miss that feeling.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

It was actually Sonia who made me realise that I was in love with Y/N. Actually, I think I already knew deep down but was worried due to my involvement with the Fatui, but she’s a kind-heared soul that accepts me in every way! Why is my forehead red? Oh, comrade, make sure not to get on her bad side…she’s quite strong.

[Zhongli - About Tartaglia’s Lover

Sometimes I wonder how that rascal was able to capture the heart of miss Y/N, but I admire his enthusiasm when she comes up in conversation. Knowing him, he would show off Y/N in any chance he got and I’m surprised he didn’t drag her to Liyue to do so.]

༉‧₊˚. DILUC RAGNVIDER

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Y/N? She sometimes volunteers at the tavern when she has the free time but she mostly works with Lisa as a librarian. She’s quite reliable if she ever wants to join the Knights of Favonius but she said she rather not get into much physical work…but I feel like she knows too much about things - actually, let me apologise, I shouldn’t have said that about her.

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Y/N? She’s doing perfectly fine…What’s new? Me and her have gotten closer over the past time and decided to commit into a romantic relationship, it’s nervewracking but at the same time, it’s nice not having to walk alone after a long time…It’s quite peaceful.

[Kaeya Alberich - About Dilic Ragnvider’s Lover

Sometimes I wonder how Y/N has fun with Diluc. Like, what are the dates like? How do the conversations flow between them? How does she even giggle within his presence when he is as dead as a frying pan? But…It’s nice to see how much Diluc is opening up again.]

༉‧₊˚. KAEYA ALBERICH

ABOUT LOVER - BEFORE FALLING IN LOVE

Oh? Don’t tell me you have eyes for Y/N too. Hahaha, well sorry, she caught my eye first…maybe next time after my…..fiftieth rejection?!

ABOUT LOVER - FELL IN LOVE

Hahaha, of course I won at the end. I managed to steal her heart and now she has become my lover. Being with her is like taking a sip of the most expensive sparkling wine. Divine.

[Diluc Ragnvider - About Kaeya Alberich’s Lover

From what I heard he had been bothering her for some time and often comes to rant to me about them. But after she accepted that one date, her opinion has somewhat changed. You see, she still gets annoyed but it’s more of a worried annoyed. I just hope he doesn’t stress her out too much.]

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— superache

˚ SUMMARY. the genshin boys as conan gray songs

˚ FEATURING. ayato, albedo, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao x gn! reader

˚ WARNINGS. angst, hurt/comfort pt 2 coming soon. also not proofred and written as a fever dream on jet lag. first work in months baby

˚ LINKS. masterlist

˚ NOTES. i am so dead. xiao idea credit to @lemonswriting

albedo (memories)

you had been broken up with albedo for months now

albedo can pinpoint the exact moment he felt his heart break, when you said  i don’t think we can continue doing this

he knew it wouldn’t work. he knew you deserved better than him

he knew that you deserve someone better–someone who can take care of you, who can come visit more often

it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. it always hurts

so all he said was okay, and he buries himself in work. he continues back to dragonspine, hoping to bury all memory of you

he works tirelessly–he works to forget how you used to sit in the back of the lab, making bracelets for him

he works so he doesn’t hear your laughter. he works so he doesn’t think of your fingers threading through his hair at the end of a long day

he works to forget. he works to drown

when he hears a knock on his door, three months after your breakup, he expects sucrose, jean maybe even

he doesn’t expect you

he opens the door, an “oh” falling from his lips

you smile at him. god it’s the same smile.

“uh, hi.” you hesitate at the edge of the doorway. there’s a lingering awkwardness in the air. albedo hates it. “i just want to talk.”

don’t ruin this for me, albedo thinks. i’m trying to get over this. don’t do this. don’t make me regret it all over again.

when there’s silence, you continue.

“not–not about us. i mean–sucrose told me you weren’t taking care of yourself. so i–” you rub the back of your neck, “i made your favorite. the sunshine sprat.”

and he feels it again–he feels his heart breaking, he feels it cracking again

because even after this–even after this, you’re still good

he wants to hate you. he wants to love you. he wants to get over you. 

but he doesn’t say that. 

instead: 

“do you want to come in? i know we are no longer an item, but we can stay friends, yes?”

and when you smile, he swears his heart throbs. when you smile, he feels his chest tighten

when you eat with him, he can’t help but be reminded of old times. when you tuck him into bed, refusing to leave until he rests, he knows he can’t separate your name from love. 

i wish that you had stayed in my memories. he thinks. i really do.

ayato (movies)

this is wrong, ayato knows.

this–this, stolen kisses under the night sky. this–sneaking in through the back window to see you.

this is wrong. this is so wrong.

because this is not meant to be. this is a fantasy. this is a dream

because ayato’s not allowed to want many things. and ayato knows he’s not want you

but he loves you. and you love him

but this isn’t a movie. and you both know this won’t last

and even when he steals another kiss under the sky, and whispers an “i love you” you both know this won’t last

“you will never break my heart,” he whispers to you, knowing it’s a lie. “we’ll be together forever.”

but this isn’t a light novel.  and eventually, all must wake up from their dreams

 and when he inevitably becomes swamped in work, and you become a liability, he lets you go

when his job threatens your safety, he lets you go

ayato isn’t allowed to want many things. his job always sees to it

(more utc!)

childe (the exit)

it’s mid november when he sees you again. 

it’s been eight months since he left, eight months since you two broke up. it’s been eight months since you stormed out of the house, taking all your stuff with you

it’s been eight months since childe’s returned home to a light on. 

he’s doing fine. at least, that’s what childe tells himself

because he doesn’t let himself feel it–he doesn’t let himself feel it when he works, when he does his job. 

he doesn’t let himself feel it until it’s four am and he is alone.

it’s been eight months since you broke up. and it has been eight months since childe has felt himself. 

and yet, childe still can’t find himself to say it’s over.

he sees you again at wanmin restaurant–you’re sitting alone, and he sees your face brighten 

at first, he thinks you see him. but your eyes slide right over him

and then he sees–he sees him. 

he’s from your hometown–childe remembers the days you used to talk about your almost lover from your high school. he remembers pouting, before you kissed it away, laughing and saying he was the only one

childe stands at the entrance of wanmin, feeling his heart clench. he feels it break when you embrace your new lover, smile brighter than the stars 

he doesn’t know what he expects–he doesn’t know what he wants

he doesn’t know if he wants you to feel the same pain he does–the same loneliness, the same longing he does. he doesn’t know if he wants you to move on like this, he doesn’t know anything

but you’ve healed. clearly you have. because your smile is dazzling, when your new lover wipes sauce from your lips with a napkin

you’re both scarred, childe knows. but childe’s wounds are still deep, while your’s have been carefully bandaged and healed by a new lover

and all childe can do, is stand at the exit, staring at a boy who’s not him

you’ve made a new future. and he’s not apart of this one.

diluc (footnote)

you met diluc while training to be a favonius knight

it didn’t take you long to fall in love–many were in love with the youngest cavalry captain

he was always kind to you–you sparred with him, daily, equally matched. but every time he had knocked you over, he had always offered you a hand, and a crooked smile

you became close friends with him over the years–and, eventually, you gathered the guts to ask him out

and he had said yes

you had been overjoyed at the time–and you should’ve been. you couldn’t have possibly known what would follow the night after

diluc never showed up to training the next day. he had vanished completely

and it’s only later that you hear his father had died

you reached out to him, but he never replied. he didn’t replied, and then he left all together

you still send him letters, when you hear he’s departed to snezhnaya. 

you get one back once.

“sorry i haven’t been replying. i’ve been busy.”

and it’s then you realize–it’s then you realize, you’re merely a footnote in diluc’s book. and he has bigger things to worry about

and you understand. so you put your pen away, and you don’t buy another stamp

and even when he returns to mondstadt, you don’t say anything

you’re merely a footnote.  and you’ll keep it that way

kaeya (family line)

you love each other. 

but that doesn’t mean you’re right for each other

you’re both young, and you’re both dumb

kaeya’s mother has told him three lies that he can remember. and he remembers them clearly

the first lie: the monsters under his bed are just lonely

he and you fight constantly–it always starts with you accusing him, do this, do that, and kaeya brushes it off, until it explodes

and kaeya deflects–he always does

he deflects, and you leave. the door slams behind you

he’s not lonely. he’s still a monster.

the second lie: if you touch any bottle from the “reserved” cabinet, it will turn into a giant worm and eat you

but he doesn’t want to fight. kaeya never has. and neither do you

so it’s another situation that never gets solved–another problem buried under a drowning kiss, another night at the tavern so kaeya can forget

the bottle from the “reserved cabinet” is the same as in the tavern. and kaeya can drown. he can drown until he is two thousand miles below sea level and can no longer hear reason

but when it’s four am, and he’s still awake in your shared bed, he wants to turn you over and whisper an apology. he wants to tell you he’s sorry. he wants to say something.

but kaeya’s good at telling lies. he’s told a million to survive. he gets it from his mother

and he’s not sure how to let that part of himself go

so he doesn’t, turning over to his side of the bed. he knows better than to be truthful. the truth has already broken one relationship. he won’t let it break another

third lie: i will always be there

kaeya should know better. he should know that you won’t stay

he is his mother’s son after all

thoma (best friend)

you’ve been thoma’s best friends for years

best friends. the words taste bitter in your mouth

because you’re not just that–or, that’s not true. you don’t want to be, just that

and everyone knows–everyone knows how you look at your best friend. everyone sees the love that’s reached further than just platonic

and the old grandmother on the street sees the way you soften when he smiles at you, or the way you let him drag you anywhere

you and thoma have been best friends for years. and you have loved him for years

you ran a boba store that ayato quite liked. and thoma had always had to run there, to pick up boba for ayato

during those times, you’d talk. and during those times, you fell a little more in love every day

you’re not as friendly as thoma–in fact, you’re the opposite

but you fit

you fit in a way you can’t explain–you match thoma in a way you can’t explain

and you hate it–you hate it, because you can’t let the idea of him go

because nobody else would go grocery shopping with you at two am. nobody else would wake up, at five in the morning, to go on a run for your dog

nobody else would hold you back from the karen on the street, cradling you until you’ve calmed down

nobody else would cup your face into his hands, and whisper sweet nothings when there are tears streaming from your eyes

because thoma sees you–he sees the nasty side, the kind side. and he’s stuck with you through it all. 

but he doesn’t see how every time someone is mean to him, they’ve suddenly disappeared the next morning

he doesn’t see the way your face splits into a smile every time you see him–or the way your heart melts every time he pulls you into an embrace

thoma sees you

just not the way you want

xiao (people watching)

xiao sticks to his routine

xiao’s life has always been monotone–it’s been different shades of black and red, blood on his hands, black steam curling from his fingertips

but it’s always been mundane. it’s always been the same routine

there is one thing that isn’t part of his routine–you

you’re a mortal who works at wangshu inn, and you often find yourself looking out the window, to see an adepti

you officially meet him when threatened by a treasure hoarder than xiao easily vanquishes

he doesn’t talk much. that’s fine. you talk more than enough for both of you

he can’t pinpoint the exact moment–he can’t name a moment that he falls in love with you. but he does know the moment he realizes

and it’s one day, when up on the rooftop of wangshu inn, when you smile at him, putting a flower crown in his hair

he wants to push you away. he wants to tell you stupid mortal, but he can’t bring himself to

and he knows he’s screwed

xiao does everything with caution –it’s part of his training

but this–

there was no caution with falling in love. 

this is too messy. love is meant for mortals, not adepti

because xiao is two thousand years old. he’s watched mortals fall in love, watched them out of love, die in love. he’s watched it all

and xiao is not allowed to have those things. he’s not meant to feel love and emotion

he’s meant to be on the sidelines. and he’s been okay with that

but this–

this is dangerous. this makes him want. 

and adepti are not allowed to want. they’re meant for the sidelines

you’re a mortal–he’s an adeptus. he shouldn’t forget that

so he cuts you out–he cuts you out like he always does. he runs–he doesn’t appear on the roof anymore, hidden in the shadows

xiao cuts people out. and he always ends up all alone. he doesn’t know why it still hurts 

xiao should know better. he should stick to his routine

— HIKARU NARA

heizou, kazuha, venti, xiao, aether x gn!reader, slight afab! reader on heizou's first part. but besides that, no set of pronouns used, i think. [crack, fluff, slight suggestive jokes with my painful humor.] likes ’n reblogs are appreciated!! <3

HEIZOU

"i..." "you..?" "i..." you really couldn't understand what heizou was trying to say. "you... want to eat me out?" you muttered out. "what?! no!.. maybe.." he shook his head, you clicked your tongue, "shame. wait what?" "nothing!" you looked away in disappointment, getting a quick kiss on your shoulder. looking back quickly, to see the young detective was gone.

—

"heizou, hide!! you exclaimed, "hm, why is that?" he put a hand on his chin, "because my boyfriend is coming!" an uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere. he removed his hand from his face, "[name].. you're a dumbass.." your eyes softened, "well you're dating me, doesn't make you any less different." "..but you're my dumbass." he said.

—

"it was a joke babe please open the door!—" what had happened, you may think, well, you decided to pull a prank to your called detective boyfriend, maybe a little too far, for his and your liking. well, not really a prank. all you had to do was ask, "why didn't you tell me?!" flashback.. "why didn't you tell me, heizou?!" you asked, frustrated. "ARE YOU MAD" heizou asked, "I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOUR PIZZA IN THE FRIDGE" you paused for a second, "?? THAT WAS YOU?"

KAZUHA

"babe" kazuha whispered, "i see them, you take the left i take the right one." he chuckled, "knew i loved you for a reason. and maybe so much more reasons."

—

“does anyone else feel like shit or is it just me and the guy from radio head." you asked, while you layed your head on kazuhas shoulder, "are you okay, love?" he asked, "i.. feel worn out, jesus christ. my head hurts as well." the older male placed a quick kiss on your forehead, "get better soon. rest for awhile, hm?"

—

"never thought id be replaced by you.. cheater." you grumbled, staring at kazuha hugging you two's cat on your shared bed, "i thought we had something special.." you got on the bed as you felt a hand on your waist, and a small chuckle. did he hear what you said?

VENTI

"no!" venti suddenly grabs your hand, "we're back on OUR bullshit!" you deadpanned, "please, no." you lowered your head.

—

".. would you date me if i was a worm?" you asked, venti hesitated. "im not answering that." he shook his head. "so you wouldn't? why not" "I NEVER SAID I WOULDN'T—" "THEN WHY'D YOU SAY YOU WEREN'T ANSWERING" people stared at you both while you two were bickering around playfully. at least they thought the bickering was playful.

—

"did you do the math hw" he asked, "because if you did, can you send me the answers later.." you slowly turned your head to him. "no." "..what a good excuse. im 99% sure you did it. so might as well send it if you don't want your ass beaten by an archon." he smiled.

XIAO

"xiao." he turned his head, "hm?" "why is my valorant now in gold when i haven't played in a month?" he shrugged, "don't know, did you get hacked? you haven't played in a month, they did you a good thing though." you looked him eye to eye, "did you play on my valorant account?" ".. i just wanted to play comp with you.."

—

"you know xiao, i think modern day dracula would suck hella dick instead of blood." silence filled the room. "please respond. i told you my disturbing sense of humor. by the way i am a vampire." you sarcastically said. xiaos ears turned into a soft shade of pink.

—

"xiao, let's take a picture together!" venti said as he smiled and brought his phone out, as xiao sighed, his eyes not moving from a piece of paper he was using for to study. "..quickly! im gonna send it to [name]!" his eyes went up, as he quickly went beside venti, wearing his glasses cause you said he looked more attractive than he is in glasses.

AETHER

"i just got doxxed on twitter because i didn't like nicki minaj's music." he was shaking when he said that, "that's the problem, you said you didn't like her music, the barbz will hunt you down." you looked down, "babe, let's move."

—

"[name], you bullied me in 7th grade." you shrugged, "im sorry your face looked punchable?" "fuck you" he muttered, "please do." "okay sure" your eyes widened, "wait, what?!"

—

"do you think someone in school has a crush on me?" you questioned, "what's with the sudden question?" aether said, "don't know. answer me!" you rolled your eyes. "yes, me." he wrapped an arm around your waist, "i have a big fat enormous crush on you, [name]."

𝐈 𝐀𝐃♡𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

[ ❤︎ ] - 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

ଓ ◠ 𝐂𝐖: simpy rindou, jealousy & possessiveness, some mean rin, slut shaming, oral sex, mention of creampies, degradation, praise, a lil romance

based off of ♡!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: nsfw content ahead! minors dni!

“who wants a bitch that’s already been stretched out by everybody?”

rindou haitani does. he wants you so fucking badly that it hurts. he wants you to warm his bed while he basks in your presence as long as he can. your smell, your voice, your touch — he wants to absolutely drown in it until the only thing on his mind is you.

but he can’t.

he has a reputation to maintain in the kanto manji gang as the younger of the ruthless and charismatic haitani brothers. what would it look like if he was allowing himself to be affectionate in public with someone his comrades deemed as a whore? it was absolutely unacceptable. instead, he’d rather make it seem like he was completely uninterested in the one thing he was obsessed with at night. every once in a while he’ll throw a degrading comment your way to keep up the act — nothing too mean.

but those few times where his brother has you perched in his lap with his hands under your skirt? those mild comments will ramp up in their brutality. insults will range from “whore”, “dumb slut”, and “skank” to “stupid fucking cockwhore” and “useless piece of meat”. he knows they hurt your feelings but he can’t stop the venom from coming out. seeing his older brother touch something he loved liked so much just sets him off in the worst way.

you never mind, though. you know that despite how badly he treats you outside he’ll always be in your arms at the end of the day. once the sun sets, he’s crawling up to your door to give you his apologies — pulling you into his chest to nose into your hair. he’s so much softer in the comfort of your room than around other people. it’s almost cute how he nudges you towards your bed to gently lay you down on it — his excitement betrayed by the slight shake in his hand. it’s the same thing every night and you could never have it any other way.

his favorite way to apologize is by burying his head between your legs until he can’t breathe. that tongue he used to humiliate you now being used to bring you the most euphoric pleasure. eating your cunt until he’s dizzy is the least he could do to make up for how mean he is on a daily basis.

sneaking around with rindou is just part of your routine. mostly, his favorite place to fuck you is in your bedroom. it’s a lot easier to take you there — none of the guys would be able to guess that it was him stretching you out. i mean, you’re fucking the entire upper command of KMG. the only one that they would least suspect to be worshipping your pussy is rindou. there are moments where he can’t help himself, though, and he can’t wait long enough to get to the room.

did you wear that pleated skirt that drives him crazy? he’s pushing you into the nearest bathroom to shove his head up under it. did you sit on shion’s lap for too long? hope you like having a vibrator taped to your clit for hours on end. did you turn your nose up at his mean comments in front of the other members? he’s texting you to come outside and dragging you into his car to stuff you full of his seed.

every once in a while you’ll find a gift sitting on your bed — always from the same suspected person. you know it’s him judging by the handwriting on the card left with the present. the gifts are inconspicuous, as usual. a bracelet, some hairpins, earrings — your personal favorite being the necklace with a heart shaped pendant. you’ve made it a point to wear it every single day when you’re around the base. it inflates rindou’s ego to know that when another guy is stuffing you full, you refuse to take off the necklace he had specially made for you.

you’re his special, secret girl and he absolutely adores you.

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promises, promises and more promises

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Rindou doesn't understand why you stay with him

Rindou stands frozen in the doorway of your shared-penthouse with his eyes blown wide in shock as you grip his shoulders for support and tiptoe to kiss him; once on his cheek, then his nose before finally, flat on his lips. You walk back to where you came from, leaving him standing there with a face so embarrassingly flushed red that no one would believe the two of you have been married for two years-- going on three years this spring. He touches his cheek, as if still in shock that you kissed him, that you're his; the rings that you both wear and your wedding photos that you refuse to take off the wall, proof enough.

He blinks and hisses, shakes his leg when his mind registers the sudden stinging pain by his ankle. You come running towards him, again, with your arms outstretched in some sort of a greeting, to which Rindou opens his arms too in welcoming. However, much to his dismay, you drop to your knees once you near him and for a moment something pregnant with lust and amusement flickers of his face and he thinks, oh? that type of greeting. You seem to be full of surprises today because there is no greeting, he realizes once he looks down and sees you scooping up a small, white kitten.

Ah, he hears himself say, that makes much more sense. Four, maybe five, seconds pass, consisting only of you staring up at him cluelessly and the soft purring of the kitten that he assumes is in protest of the affection that he is yet to give it. Rindou makes no move to pet the cat because one, you don't own a cat, at least, not since he last saw you this morning when you kissed him good luck (and good bye) before he left for work. And two, he has already had a bad start with cats, he has never been very fond of them since that one time when he was merely eight and a stray cat ate his goldfish. Still, he extends his hand towards the white ball of fur because if it's for you, he'll do anything just once.

The laugh you let out when the cat (that you're yet to name because you honestly, weren't sure if Rin would let you keep it) bears it's teeth at your now seemingly coward husband, is ridiculously loud and filled with too much joy (or so Rindou thinks), causing him to quickly pull his hand away and shoot you a glare that is both stern but filled with love. Because this is you we're talking about, his very very pretty wife that he would flip the world over for. "It's ok Rin, you don't need to play with him," you say lightheartedly. He hasn't told you to get rid of it so no, there is no need for you to pick a fight with him, even though, deep down, you know that if he said he didn't want it you'd probably, most definitely, take it back to the pet shop.

You kiss his cheek before walking off into the kitchen where he can see you've already set the table and plated the food, which once he gets closer, he realizes is now cold. So perhaps, he's kept you waiting. It makes his heart sink. He doesn't realize you've dropped the cat until he sees it circling his leg, he suddenly becomes stiff and rigid, the fear that the small, little animal will somehow hurt him resurfaces in his mind. "Did you wait long?" he mumbles, a small frown playing onto his lips while you tug him towards the table. You shake your head and his frown deepens. You'd never say yes because you've just always been like that: too nice and too sweet to him, the type of wife to hold back your tears on nights when he comes home bruised and bloodied.

He remembers that night, not too long ago, when he came home soaked with bright red, painting your newly bought rug red with his own blood (not the blood of people he's killed, like usual). The image of you leaning over the tub to stitch the shallow gash in his chest while you struggled to not run to the toilet and vomit, as well as burst into tears, haunts him. Yet, he comes home every day to you running to kiss him at the door and he's surprised each time that the penthouse isn't empty-- that you haven't left.

"Rin? Are you listening?" you beckon, waving your had in front his face. He blinks, slowly, before nodding and picking up his chopsticks to eat. Now, he actually does listen to you as you tell him about the blue bird that flew into the house this morning, not too long after he left, and about the jellyfish you saw on tv that reminded you of his hair-- at this, he laughs because you, only you, are allowed to make fun of his hair. You wave your hand across his face again and he realizes he's been mindlessly staring at you but now, when he tries to refocus on what he was looking at, he can't remember.

Sorry, I'm sorry, he whispers against your skin before kissing the diamond on your wedding ring. You remember scolding him for how much it cost when he proposed to you, he only laughed and slid it onto your finger, mumbling something about but it's what you deserve. You have no idea what he's apologizing for (you think, he doesn't know either) but you smile at him like a silly little girl because your big bad, gangster of a husband is kissing your knuckles, one by one.

sakusa asks you out, a drabble

synopsis: sakusa wants to be your boyfriend (and it’s about time he asked). no warnings, it’s all fluff :)

it’s a warm, thick curry. foreign flavors swirl across your tongue before dropping into your belly. it’s heavy in your stomach; the weight of the food already lulling you to sleep. it’s heat radiates through your body, engulfing your nerves in a delicious comfort. you smile; he did a great job.

“do you like it? i tried to follow the recipe, but i changed few things.” he faces away from you, mumbling. his voice is nonchalant; his expression blank, but you know better than that. you know him better than that. he wants your approval, to show that he can take care of you; that he’s worthy of your time. you playfully roll your eyes.

“y’know, if I didn’t know any better, this could be considered a date.”

to be honest, that’s exactly what kiyoomi was going for. he had invited you to his place under the guise of studying, but his intensions were always romantic. he spent the entire afternoon deep cleaning to a playlist of exclusively love songs and decided to prepare a home cooked meal in preparation of your arrival. he lit candles for the ambiance (according to the cosmopolitan article he read) and took nearly forty minutes deciding what to wear. 

it’s strange; he’d never been the type to care about what other people thought of him, but with you, it matters. he wants so badly for you to like him it hurts. 

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