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madschiavelique · 10 months

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : after the mission, all you can think about is Miguel, up to the point where you can't sleep because of all your thoughts. so you go to the strength and conditioning centre to try and exhaust yourself. but miguel pays you a visit there, and the training takes another turn...

content warnings : mentions of blood, (if there are any others please do tell so i can add them !), reader is obsessed, no use of y/n word count : 3,9k

note : this is dedicated to the beautiful @gollygothgal , with tension and hot miguel hehe. here's the 2nd part of the miguel 3shot thingy ! i hope you'll enjoy it. i am currently thinking about opening up requests for miguel, so if anyone has got a juicy idea they'd like to see written, don't hesitate to send it !! <33

chapters' list : 1 - lovebite 2 - late night training 3 - unexpected mission (nsfw) 4 - shameless (nsfw)

One punch.

He did it to help you, nothing more, there was nothing behind it, nothing unprofessional, nothing at all.

Two punches.

No, nothing, not even when you pulled on his hair and the moan in his throat vibrated into the bullet that was lodged in your flesh.

Three punches, the bag rocks.

Surely you're not the first person he's done this to, right? Dealing with this kind of wound in the middle of a mission must have been part of his daily routine after all.

Fourth punch, the impact spreads across the knuckles of your hand.

What if it wasn't? What if he'd deliberately decided to give you the special treatment of losing his time on the mission to take care of you?

Fifth blow, you were breathing hard. You stood back, your hands aching as they sponged your sweaty forehead with their backs.

It had only been a week since the last mission, and all you could think about was Miguel. Every five minutes the whole thing would start up in your head, sometimes so strongly that you felt it defined you. The spadassin of your logic kept chasing your imagination brazenly, it was trying to foam hollow ideas about him.

Was this scene really intimate? Or in your cruel lack of physical and sentimental affection had you simply imagined meanings for certain gestures that were pure delusion?

After the mission, while the anomalies were being properly stored, you went to the infirmary. There, you were asked questions that were still stuck in your head.

"What's that bite?" they asked about the two incisions Miguel had left in your skin, "and why is it all blue here? There's more ruptured blood than there should be..."

Apparently, the nurses had very rarely seen incisions of this kind on the bodies of other spider men or women, the only cases so far being on Miguel himself. The news had a strange effect on you. As for the clouds of bruises Miguel had left around the impact, the mere sight of them turned you into a red poppy.

So Miguel had never bitten anyone else on a mission to administer his painkiller... nope, let's not jump to conclusions!

Maybe gunshot wounds just weren't frequent on missions, haematomas or cuts were commonplace here.

After that, you were brought together with the others to report back. You hadn't been much help to the mission, apart from freeing Miguel from that foam. And after that? Too little contact and far too many thoughts.

The few times you saw Miguel, you only had time to say hello before he went about his business. The few words he'd say were "How's your wound?", and then he'd be off, busier than a minister.

And every day, as if you were watching the sky for a shooting star, you hoped. You hoped for a twinkle, a smile, just the possibility that your eyes might meet.

And every night, you would go over and over these tiny things that seemed gigantic in the eyes of your heart. And tonight, the same thing.

It was the hour when memories flood back, just when sleep goes on strike. You were trying to sleep, but you were tossing and turning, your mind replaying the whole scene like a power-point with multiple explanations attached to the images.

Just an focus, on the too pale clichés of a love story, on the state of mind of a woman without an alibi who dreams every night of a man whose existence you didn't even know existed until recently. Just a focus, for a little wink of survival, for all the fools, the love-sick, for all the victims of romanticism. Just a little wink, a focus.

You were tired of this perpetual propensity of your thoughts to redirect themselves to Miguel. There was nothing you could do, it was like trying to stop the sun from rising and setting. Because even with adamantine force, you can't stop the natural from happening.

You're more insignificant than the dust under his fingernails, you thought. Pull yourself together! Miguel has to look after a company of at least seven hundred people like you.

And it was true, Miguel had much better things to do than have anything other than a professional relationship with you.

You huffed and puffed in bed, sleep really not coming, so you put on your everyday clothes, prioritising comfort, and headed for the Strength and Conditioning centre.

If sleep didn't come, you'd wake it yourself. And so you found yourself boxing a sandbag. And honestly? It was harder than what you'd seen in the movies. Or at least, you felt some pain in your fingers as you punched, knowing full well that something was wrong, but not knowing what. The job of Spider Man wasn't new to you, but you had to admit that when it came to hand-to-hand combat, you missed some of the basics.

You glanced down at your hands, their knuckles reddened, and for a few seconds you remembered the ridiculously large size of Miguel's hand resting on your waist, then how it had felt when he had held your thigh in place, and you could have sworn that at that moment his claws had come out, sharper than a quarter of a strawberry.

If only it were possible for your mind to go on holiday, just to get away from the real Miguel City that had settled in your mind a little too quickly. You let out a grunt of frustration.

But your hair stood on end for a second - someone had just come into the room.

"What's wrong?"

You immediately turned your head towards the entrance, Miguel coming towards you. Your heart skipped a beat and you froze. For pity's sake, was this a dream?

The terrible thing about this mental affliction was that, although you visualised him more often than you should because you found that you spent less time with him, when the time came for you to interact as you would have dreamt of, the image of his red eyes went straight to the edge of your heart and you had the sudden feeling that you wanted to leave immediately.

If you come at any moment, I'll never know what time to dress my heart. Perhaps it was the extent of your desire that made you feel ashamed, and for fear that he would see it, hear it, feel it, you preferred to leave. But you stood your ground, giving yourself a mental slap in the face to pull yourself together as he came within a reasonable distance of you. There weren't enough moments with him, so you were going to make the most of them.

Your eyes widened slightly, because you'd never seen Miguel in normal clothes before. A hoodie with cut-off sleeves and loose jogging bottoms, simple and relaxed, but how could Miguel be relaxed? After all, he was Miguel.

He didn't look upset, which was a first. You were so used to seeing him frustrated, with that invariable weariness that accompanies him everywhere. On the other hand however, he was looking at you quizzically, and it was only then that you remembered that he had asked you a question.

"Oh, um," you said, resting the side of your fist on the bag, "I've never fought a war this tough, and to think that my enemy is just a sandbag," you smiled.

A sneer stretched his cheek, the thin crack between his lips letting a flash of light shine on his faintly glistening canines, and for a moment the image of them tracing your thigh came back to mind. It had left its mark on your mind, like a stain, and it won't wash off, no matter how hard you scrub your mind.

But a frown settled on his forehead, his eyes lowered to your fist.

"Hmm..." he said simply, crossing his arms over his chest.

You had to stop yourself squinting at them and keeping your eyes on his.

"Show me how you hit," he said.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Training with other spider-men and women was something you were comfortable with, the pressure was off, everyone learned a little from each other without judgement. But training in front of Miguel? The bar had been raised, the pressure of the stare oozing seriousness and criticism weighed on your shoulders.

Timidly then, you stepped away from the bag, and struck a blow with little confidence.

He nodded, the same retentive tt-tt being heard.

"Your fingers are in the wrong place," he raised his to show you, and as you mimicked his pose, he moved closer to you and took your hand to place your fingers correctly.

It was the first time you'd felt his hands naked against yours. They were far from soft, but they were warm, callused by time and effort. It seemed to you that he could lock your fist in his hand with ease, and the vision of his hands rearranging yours gave you the impression that every bit of skin he touched lit up and sparkled with little stars.

It must be that you couldn't mithridate your desires for him, your body and your thoughts returning to the charge to drink it all in, to take any crumb of his presence and his touch that you could get.

His annoyance seemed to return for a moment, his knuckles running over your reddened and cracked joints. He blew out a breath, and the frown disappeared.

"There, try it again", he said, barely moving away.

You came down from your little cloud and struck again. You were almost tempted to disturb your fingers again if it meant he'd put them back into place.

"Keep going," he said, taking a step forward and starting to circle around you.

You swallowed, continuing the task, taking great care not to look too ridiculous. You punched a few more times, Miguel having made an arc and stopped on your other side.

"Your posture is not right," he remarked, and you shivered as his hand came to rest on your waist.

Sliding gently over your belly, applying a minimum of force to better guide you to perfect your posture. You felt his hand come up and pull slightly on your shoulder, putting your arm back in a more favourable position at the same time.

"You need to find a balance in your body when you strike; if you put everything you have into your fist, the rest can be used too easily against you" he said, his tone calm.

But it was a little too complicated to follow his instructions now, especially when you felt his breath landing on your ear and the back of your neck. Every brush of his fingers and skin against yours made your cheeks flush and gave you a real peony look.

His other hand came to rest on your hip, on that famous protruding angle of the pelvic bone, to reorientate your body. You inhaled sharply, but tried not to make it too noticeable. All that was missing was...

"Is everything all right? Your heart rate seems to have increased."

... the same question as last time. This time, there's no way to pretend you're worried about your team-mates who are on a mission. So what's the excuse this time?

"I ate a cereal bar before I came here, must be the sugar, no doubt."

Wow. Beautiful. Brilliant. Fantastic.

You crossed your fingers that Miguel didn't pay any more attention.

"Hm," he exhaled, "just spread your legs a little... there you go, like that," he said as his hand lingered lightly on your waist before moving away from you again. "Show me," he asked, confident that his modifications to your position would prove useful in your training.

Already more confident, you began to strike again. And after half a dozen blows, you turned to him, a satisfied smile adoring his face.

"Much better," he said. He raised his hand to the level of his head, index and middle fingers together, wiggling them, indicating for you to move forward as he stepped back slightly, "Now, show me how you'd do it in real life."

Wait, was he really offering you combat training? The great Miguel O'Hara, who had no time but for the great multi-dimensional organisation of spider-men and spider-women, had just offered you training?

Hesitantly, you moved forward.

"So you want me to fight? With... you?" you asked.

"Who else," he replied, opening his arms to encompass the room, completely empty apart from you two.

"I'm going to get crushed," you smiled as you reached him.

"I'll do my worst," he offered, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you trying to make a fool of me?"

"No, otherwise I'd let you destroy your hands on the bag a bit more," he said, pointing at them, "you'll have to remember to put some ice on it.

Touché.

You felt a little guilty for taking up his free time, he who must have had so little leisure, so few opportunities to settle down without having to worry about anything. But at the same time, what did you have to feel guilty about, when it was he himself who had offered to help you? After all, it was he who had come to you. Was it simple pity then? No, let's not think about personal sabotage, let's just enjoy it.

"Come on, show me how you do it, I'll do it with one hand behind my back if you prefer." He says, not even pretending to get into a fighting stance.

"What an egalitarian spirit," you say, your voice coming out with a half-sigh, half-laugh.

Coming from one of the most capable and experienced Spider-Men in the society, how could you not shudder at the thought of fighting him?

So you positioned yourself, trying as best you could to put in place the investments he had just taught you. The thought of disappointing him was gnawing at the back of your mind.

Once you found your position sufficiently adequate, you dived towards him. With a move that seemed as simple as that, he dodged by leaning to the side while placing his foot against your ankle, so you fell pitifully to the ground.

Well, it wasn't going to be any fun after all.

"Remember what I told you," he said, coming towards you, holding out his hand, "if you put everything you have in your fist, the rest can be used against you too easily.

You looked at him for a moment, his brown eyes slightly crinkled by his little smile. Your cheeks warmed as you took his hand to stand up.

"Do it again," he said.

You breathed in, trying to concentrate and not think about the fact that you'd had more physical and vocal interaction with the object of all your thoughts in the last few minutes than you'd had in a week.

So you tried to balance your strength in your body, and came back to the charge, but you tried a surprise. You knew he'd probably see it coming a mile away, but why not try? So you gave him the impression that you were attacking him from your left, when at the last moment you deflected to the right.

And then you punched him in the cheek. The impact surprised you both, and Miguel took a meagre step backwards, bringing his hand to his cheek with eyes wide with surprise.

"Shit shit shit! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" you moved towards him in a panic, as if to check him out.

You'd just punched Miguel O'Hara in the cheek. But then, just as you were expecting to be shouted at and slammed into a wall in the next few seconds, he smiled, and the smile became a soft laugh.

You looked at him, completely stunned by his reaction. No anger, no exasperation, no threats or insults in Spanish, just a little laugh.

"That's much better," he said. "Don't worry, I can handle punches, but I recognize this is a correct hit."

You fluttered your eyelashes a few times in surprise before just puffing out your nose, a little laugh taking hold of you as well.

"Come on, let's get on with it" he said, this time getting into a fighting stance. He sweated authority, while you sweated... period.

You nodded in agreement, and the two of you began a battle of successive dodges and punches that went wide. He was holding back, you could feel it. He didn't strike a single blow, just tiny smacks with the back of his hand. So you thought for a moment, you were going to surprise him like he had surprised you with his kick. Could you take down a man the size and width of a fridge? Doubtful, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It's as if, in the middle of the nettles, you'd found a patch of grass where you could put your foot down without stinging yourself. So you placed your leg correctly behind his knee, which surprisingly succeeded in throwing him off balance, and just as he was about to fall with a small stranglehold of his voice, his hand grabbed your wrist and dragged you down.

The shock was less, because you had fallen onto Miguel himself and his body had been used as a landing mattress. Out of breath, and not exactly aware of the situation you were in, you placed your hands on the ground on either side of his body to at least straighten yours and not crush him, your back bent like a wilting flower.

"Hey, is everything all right?"

Miguel grunted slightly, his eyelids reopening. Your breath caught in your throat as you realised the position you were in, and especially how close you were. Your faces only a few centimetres apart, your breaths colliding.

"Mhm," he said simply, "you did well, I must admit."

And as the simple feeling of victory took your heart by storm, Miguel grabbed you by the waist with both hands and rolled you onto your side, reversing your positions with lightning speed.

"But you're going to have to keep practising," he smirked, one of his hands separating from your waist to rest on the ground next to your head.

And your strength turned to water. Your gaze scanned his, and you wished you could see your own eyes just to know how much they betrayed you, especially when they inevitably drifted to his lips. You didn't need to lie to yourself, you wanted to, they looked so soft... It was the sensation of his thumb making a single, simple circular movement on your stomach that brought you out of your reverie on his lips, regaining his eyes.

"Distracted?" he asked, his eyes a little darker than before.

Sure enough, you had metamorphosed into a big red tomato. So your reflex was to bring both hands up to your face to hide it.

"Uh huh," Miguel prevented, removing his hand from your waist to move your hands away from your face, getting even closer. "What's there to hide, hum?"

His eyes seemed very observant of what was being said in yours, and you wondered if he could see all the emotions rumbling in your heart. You could feel the strands of his hair tickling your forehead and cheeks. The tension was so heavy and pervasive that you could have cut it with a knife.

"My desires," you whispered as an answer, clearing your throat and moistening your lips, your eyes moving tirelessly from his to his lips.

You gasp, the closeness between the two of you acting as a veritable truth serum.

"Tell me about them," he murmured.

You bit the inside of your lip, breathing softly. The inner battle was powerful. To remain silent and regret, or to say something and hope? What if it all stopped? What if it bothered him so much that he couldn't look at you any other way than uncomfortable? And what if... what if... And if I don't try anything, I'll never know.

"A... A kiss," you managed to say.

"A kiss?" he repeated, as if testing the taste of that word in his mouth. "Tell me, where."

You squirmed slightly, perhaps you'd be more successful in speaking your thoughts with your eyes closed? But when you shut them for a moment, you felt his nose brush against yours, his thumb on your hip again making circular movements.

"Where?" he asked again, both of you reduced to whispers. Still hearing no answer, he moved to kiss your forehead, "there?", but you shook your head. Then he kissed the top of your eyelid, "there?", and went on to kiss your cheek, "there?", his voice barely a whisper.

He brushed against your nose again, his lips barely grazing the corner of yours.

His eyes had a tender sparkle as he kissed them tenderly. His lips tasted of wood and rain, pulling back : "There?”

"Yes," you sighed, your eyelids half-closed, "there". You moistened your lips.

"I think I heard you wrong," he murmured. "Say it again."

You swallowed, trying to raise your head to kiss him again, but understanding your tactics, he buried his face closer to your neck, his lips brushing your ear.

"Say it again."

A shiver ran through you as his breath spread a wave of heat down your neck, straightening slightly to face you again.

"Kiss me, again."

And he came to kiss you once more, softly, dark and silent as the night. His hand ran down your body, up your side and over your back to push a little more of your body against his. Your hands came to rest on his cheek and back, your fingers snaking through his hair, nails lightly grazing his skull.

A moan bubbling up his throat reverberated on your lips, just like on the mission.

" If only you wouldn't make me want you..." he whispered between kisses, his mouth growing a little hungrier as his fangs nibbled lightly at the skin of your lip.

He came to kiss your jaw, your neck, drinking in your skin, breaths of ease escaping from your lips.

But suddenly, a small cluster of orange pixels appeared not far from your heads.

"Miguel we got a- oh hi there!" said Layla in a tone that was a mixture of playfulness and surprise.

You immediately turned your head to the side to avoid her, your cheeks flushing red. Your heart was pounding in your chest like a bird trying to get out of its cage.

"Go away Layla," he said though, his hand coming to take your chin, his eyes half closed, kissing you again.

"But Miguel it's-"

"It's very important for your future that you don't finish your sentence," Miguel growled as he moved from your mouth to your throat again, letting his canines lightly trace along your pulse line.

"And the situation is just as important for all our futures," Layla insisted.

Miguel grunted, sighing, and murmured softly:

"I'm sorry."

You kissed his cheek and he raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay."

He kissed your lips quickly.

"This is not over," he warned, sitting up and helping you to your feet. "Go and sleep now." Looking at your hand in his, he added: "And take care of this," pointing to your knuckles.

You nodded as he began to walk away.

"Oh yeah, Miguel has been keeping an eye on you!" said Layla, a small smile wrinkling her nose.

"What?" you asked, confused.

"Layla ?" Miguel called dangerously.

"Okay okay gotta go, goodnight!" she said, vanishing into thin air to come and stand next to Miguel.

The two of them left the room, and you looked at the exit.

What had just happened?

next part >> unexpected mission (nsfw)

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snwvie · 8 days

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��𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

includes. kakashi hatake, itachi uchiha and gaara

show. naruto/naruto shippuden

genre. fluff

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄

Kakashi, with his calm and composed demeanor, often finds himself drawn to Y/N's lively and outgoing personality. He appreciates her optimism and determination, which contrasts with his more reserved nature.

Despite his penchant for reading Icha Icha books, Kakashi finds himself distracted whenever Y/N is around, often stumbling over his words or losing his train of thought.

He enjoys spending time with Y/N during training sessions, secretly admiring her dedication and skill as a ninja. Kakashi finds himself subtly showing off his own abilities, hoping to impress her.

Kakashi's dogs, Pakkun, Bull, and Urushi, immediately take a liking to Y/N, which secretly amuses him.

He would often find himself stealing glances at Y/N when he thinks no one is watching, but quickly averts his gaze when caught.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐇𝐀

Itachi is drawn to Y/N's intelligence and perceptiveness. He finds himself intrigued by her insights and observations, often seeking out her company during gatherings in the village before you know everything happened.

Itachi often finds himself lost in thought, contemplating ways to protect Y/N from harm while keeping his distance to prevent dragging her into his troubled world.

He occasionally surprises Y/N with thoughtful gestures, like leaving her favorite snacks at her doorstep or offering to accompany her on walks through the village.

Itachi is intrigued by Y/N's depth and complexity, finding himself drawn to her mysterious aura and enigmatic personality.

Itachi's crush on Y/N prompts him to question his priorities and reconsider his path in life. He begins to yearn for a future where he can be with her, free from the burdens of his past.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐆𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀

Gaara's crush on Y/N catches him off guard, as he's never felt such strong emotions towards anyone before.

Initially unsure how to express his feelings, Gaara often finds himself stuttering or stumbling over his words whenever Y/N is around.

He often finds himself daydreaming about Y/N, imagining what it would be like to spend time with her and share in her experiences.

Gaara is fiercely protective of Y/N, his protective instincts kicking in whenever she's in danger.

Y/N might notice Gaara's efforts to protect her during missions, even if it means going a bit overboard with his sand manipulation abilities. She appreciates his concern but gently reminds him that she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

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preeningpisces · 22 days

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JJK Men & Their Love Languages

I’m of the belief everyone feels/gives love with all 5, but I'm picking their top ones for giving & receiving.

Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Nanami and Toji

Let me know your thoughts 🩷

Below the cut! Pure fluff

Choso

Giving: Acts of Service

♡ Choso is fiercly protective and doting, it only makes sense that his way of expressing affection is doing everything he can to make your life better. Being loved by Choso is becoming a bit of a princess LOL he will offer to do just about everything for you. Oh, you forgot your phone in the other room? Sit back down he'll get it. You need to carry in groceries? Don't worry about it, he'll bring them all in and put them away. He feels the need to take care of the people he loves

Receiving: Physical Touch

♡ His body is brand new! Like Gojo he's touch-starved, but because it's all new to him it amazes him that you choose to be with him. Not just in the sexual way, but simply the act of hugging him, or playing with his hair makes him feel loved and cherished. Grounds him in his body. He can’t separate physical from emotional, sees them as one in the same when it comes to love & intimacy

Geto

Giving: Quality Time

♡ Making an effort to seek you out and spend time with you is a sign he’s into you, because he really enjoys his alone time! Love from him is taking time/effort to plan dates/hang outs, prioritizing you & not making you feel like you’re just getting his leftover time. It shows his attentiveness, that he knows what you enjoy doing. He isn’t the type that invites you over & just plays video games the whole time—he always has something in mind that you’ll both enjoy, even if it’s as simple as watching a show together. Or just something you enjoy! As long as it makes you happy

Receiving: Gift Giving

♡ I think this one might come as a shock but hear me out. Gifts don't have to be bought, they can be as simple as seeing a cool rock and giving it to your partner. For Geto the reminder that you're thinking about him when he's not around, and that you know what he likes makes him feel loved. Honestly, non-material things are usually more his speed. Sending song recs, funny memes, sending updates about your day, facts you think he'll find cool, etc. He’s very considerate & observant of the ppl he loves, having it reciprocated means a lot to him

Gojo

Giving: Physical Touch

♡ Physical touch doesn’t equal sex. For Gojo, being in love means being vulnerable, and allowing himself to turn off limitless. Because he has so much space between him and the world, he’s pretty touch-starved, and is almost clingy with you. Always wants a hand or arm around you, cuddling, etc. Gojo is kind of emotionally constipated, so he's better at expressing affection physically than verbally. Childish in the way he likes to pester you affectionately, like poking or pinching you. Prepare for bear hugs where he squeezes the shit out of you

Receiving: Quality Tme

♡ Gojo is a living legend, it's almost like the name Satoru Gojo doesn't even refer to him as a person anymore--just the Strongest. Because of this, Gojo feels loved when you see him for him, and want to spend time with him because you like him for just being Satoru. Inviting him over to watch a movie, or hell, just play on your phones in each others presence makes him feel wanted. It’s his presence you want, not his name

Nanami

Giving: Gift giving

♡ You know he fucks w/ you if he’s spending his $$ on you. He shows his love quietly, and through his actions. Love from him is picking up your favorite pastry when he gets bread for himself, buying the shirt you pointed out in the window shop & surprising you with it; he doesn’t make a show of giving it to you, instead he’ll just leave it folded where you can find it. Secretly enjoys when you make a big deal about it tho. It shows he always has you on his mind, and pays attention to the things you like. He just likes to see you happy and smiling!

Receiving: Acts Of Service

♡ Nanami is the type to bear others’ burdens. We hear him say things like ‘leave it to me,’ ‘I’ll take care of it,’ etc. Someone who wants to take care of him makes his heart leap. Someone who is concerned about his wellbeing, and checks up on him. Someone who will offload some of his stress simply because they care, and aren’t looking for something in return. Knowing what he needs and how to help him without needing to be asked

Toji:

Giving: Acts of Service

♡ I’ve touched on this before but Toji takes care of you when he’s in love. Very passively, similar to Nanami, but I think he gets more embarrassed if you make a big deal of it. He’s the type to go put gas in your car for you, or wake up early to scrape the ice off your windows & shovel the driveway so you aren’t late for work.

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

♡ Toji was raised to believe he’s trash & not good enough, I think hearing encouragement & being appreciated verbally means a lot to him. Telling him you need and want him makes him feel loved. Not necessarily sappy things, more of appreciative commentary/observations if that makes sense—things that are grounded in reality. Saying he’s the moon to your stars or something isn’t going to mean shit to him. But telling him you couldn’t have done X without him? That’s what makes him feel loved. Lowkey has low self-esteem, pls tell this man he's means the world to you :(

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sugojosgf · 1 month

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pussy inspector nanamin,,,

he'd come back from work, eyes drooping and shoulder's relaxed. his black shirt, stretched over his cramping muscles as he casually walks over to your shared bed. he smiles to himself when he sees you clad in a pretty leopard print slip, that has ridden over your plump ass.

he slowly lifts your dress higher and finds the valley of your thighs covered in your juices and a soft scowl adorns his face when he realises he was too late for his pretty girl.

now of course, he has to check if his sweetheart hurt herself trying to get off without his help so he lowers his face to your cunt and spreads your lips apart, your glistening clit shining like a pearl in the moonlight.

he licks his lips as he enters a single finger into your soft hole, to see if you injured yourself inside. making his finger grind into you, as he checks your clenching walls.

his ears don't miss your quiet whines for more, so he adds in another finger to see how much you've loosened your own hole.

he smirks as he sees your sleeping body grind against his thick fingers. dropping his entire body on the bed, he licks from your perineum to clit so he can taste, to see if it tastes like it usually does.

he pulls back noticing something amiss so he pulls out his cock and slips it in between your lips.

he uses you, not penetrating just so he could coat your dumb pussy with his cum. so it tastes like it always does, so it tastes like him. he groans quietly when he realises he is near. he spreads apart your lips and paints your puffy cunt white.

using his sticky cum, he brings you close to your orgasm as he pinches your clit meanly, waking you up with tears brimming in your eyes.

"silly girl, you need my cock to get there right ?"

#somnophilia #pussy inspection #jjk #jjk nanami #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x you #nanamin #got me so soaked 〰⋆｡˚#fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁☁︎#dark content (づど)#nanamin me 🧈

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snwprl · 6 days

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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝐤.𝐦, 𝐥.𝐜, 𝐣.𝐰

includes. kim mingyu, lee chan (dino), jeon wonwoo

genre. fluff

warnings. none

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘𝐔

whenever y/n walks into the room, mingyu's heart skips a beat. he tries to play it cool, but his cheeks flush pink every time she smiles in his direction.

mingyu becomes incredibly more clumsy around y/n. he'll accidentally spill his drink or trip over his own feet, much to the amusement of the other seventeen members which leads to more of his teasing.

he's the master of cheesy pick-up lines, and his attempts to use them on y/n range from endearing to downright hilarious, often leaving everyone within earshot in stitches especially his members who has one more reason to tease him and rate his pick-up lines.

mingyu would be the ultimate supportive friend, always hyping up y/n's performances and cheering her on from backstage. whenever he's missing from seventeen practice room, his members would usually find him backstage whenever you're performing, cheering.

whenever seventeen and y/n's group have schedules together, mingyu makes sure to give her some hand-made snacks by him which often earns him more teasing by his members who never misses a chance to tease him.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

chan's crush on y/n is as obvious as a neon sign flashing "i like you!" whenever she's around, he's practically bouncing off the walls with excitement.

chan is the king of random acts of kindness. whether it's bringing y/n her favorite coffee before a long day of rehearsals or surprising her with a handmade friendship bracelet, he's always finding ways to show he cares.

his phone is filled with selfies he's taken with y/n in the background, often caught mid-laugh or deep in conversation. chan cherishes these moments and sometimes even uses them as inspiration for his choreography.

he loves finding cute and silly memes to send to y/n, hoping to make her laugh and brighten her day.

he tries to impress y/n with his dance moves, but ends up tripping over his own feet or accidentally hitting someone nearby because he was to busy staring at y/n's expressions on his dance.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎

wonwoo is the quiet observer, often stealing glances at y/n when he thinks no one is looking. he likes to admire her talent and dedication from afar.

despite his usually calm and collected demeanor, wonwoo turns into a flustered mess whenever y/n compliments him or pays him any attention. he stammers and blushes like a schoolboy, much to the amusement of the members.

wonwoo tries to subtly impress y/n by recommending books and movies he thinks she might like, only to realize that he's accidentally been recommending his own favorites instead. he ends up bonding with her over their shared love for classic literature.

wonwoo would enlist the help of his fellow members(aka mingyu) to come up with elaborate schemes to get y/n's attention, but they would always fall flat due to his nervousness and lack of coordination.

he'll write her sweet, heartfelt notes or leave small gifts for her to find, just to let her know that he's thinking of her.

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rohansdisciple · 7 months

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𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯 ☀︎ .

summary : you and astarion sneak of into the forest for a night of fun .

warnings : romance / smut / nsfw . fem / afab reader . established relationship . nipple play . oral (fem reviving) . orgasm denial / edging . pet names used . erm tears / crying. aftercare / cuddles . and i think that’s it ! tell me if i missed something ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ !

word count : about 2.1 k *

reading time : about 10 minutes *

other : 16+ ** . i don’t have bg3 so i don’t play it however i think interpreted astarion character as well as i could so i’m proud of myself ! and this is set after the act 2 romance scene but inspired by the act 1 romance scene. may have some minor grammatical errors && the entire story is written in lower case and the punctuation has double spacing in between the words * .

a/n : i went through the 5 stages of grief while trying to get an idea for this fic…however i had fun writing it and studying astarion’s character in the process and growing to love astarion even more ! anyways, enjoy :> !

credits to @ rookthornesartistry on tumblr and @ angelwhispersunknown for the dividers !

after a long day of adventuring , sitting by the fire and staring up at the stars is just what you need to relax , but when you feel a hand on your shoulder , you are jerked out of this state of serenity . " hello , sweetheart , you look lost in thought , " astarion says as he takes a seat beside you . when you hear and see astarion , you can't help but smile . " not necessarily ; i was captivated by the stars , they're lovely , " you say , gazing up at the stars . " it's a lovely night , isn't it ? the moon and the stars are beautiful , but not as beautiful as you , love , " he whispers while looking up at the sky , his hand finding its way to your thigh .

" a perfect night for two lovers to sneak off and have some fun , no ... ? " " it's been a while since we found some time for intimacy , after all ... " astarion says suggestively . you then quietly laugh and say , " your offer sounds enticing , my love , so I'll take you up on it . " " excellent , dear ! i actually put some thought into this , so I set something up in a secluded spot I happened to come across , " he says to you , sounding very proud of himself , as he stands up and brushes the dirt from his hands ; you do the same . " we'll set off when the others are asleep then , " you reply , looking into astarion's crimson eyes . he gently takes your hand in his and kisses it , " i can't wait , darling ... " he murmurs seductively.

once astarion knows the others are fast asleep , he comes to get you . " come , my sweet , let's venture into the forest , " astarion states as he extends his hand to you . " all right , my love , " you laugh . " i'm really looking forward to seeing what you've prepared for us , " you say to him , taking his hand in yours . astarion chuckles , and without a word , he whisks you away into the forest .

after a bit of walking , astarion leads you to a secluded and grassy spot in the woods that's far away from the others so they won't hear too much of the noise you two will be making . you noticed he had laid out a sheet on top of the grass ; he also seemed to have placed some purple flowers he found on the sheet as well . astarion looks at your face to see what your reaction is , he's quite nervous about it , and he says , " surprise , darling ! it's not much , but ... "

you then stopped him before he could finish his sentence . " it's cute and thoughtful ; thank you , astarion , " you comment , your eyes filled with affection for him . " i — uh — thank you , my love . i'm delighted that you like it , " astarion says to you , with a somewhat flustered expression . " i tried to make things a little more romantic — you know , to set the mood , " he adds as he lays down and motions for you to join him on the sheet . when you join Astarion , he softly pins your body beneath his and passionately kisses you .

" well , looks like someone's eager , " you tease once astarion breaks the kiss . " of course , i am ! it feels like it's been an eternity since we've had some alone time , darling , " he states with a playful pout while he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer . " i ... love you , y / n . " astarion mumbles , his words trailing off as he looks at the curves of your body . there's a lustful glow in his eyes as he draws you into another passionate kiss .

during the kiss , astarion touches your body , his hands slipping under your shirt , unclipping your bra , and then breaking the kiss . " you won't need this anymore , sweetheart , " he says as he removes your shirt and bra , tossing them aside . astarion lays you on your back and looks at you as if he's about to devour you . he then starts kissing your neck , moving his lips lower and lower till he reaches your breasts , leaving a path of little hickeys on your skin . astarion then begins to softly suck on your nipple , occasionally nibbling at it . "ah ... gods ... a - astarion ... " you moan as his tongue slides over your sensitive nipple , pinching and rolling the other between his fingers .

astarion loves seeing you squirm and moan because of his touch ; one can even say it feeds his ego and boosts his confidence when it comes to pleasing you . once he had enough of teasing your sensitive nipples , he pulled away and looked at you with a playful look in his eyes , knowing you didn't want him to stop . " c'mon , why'd you stop - " you whine as the cold breeze hits your saliva - slick nipples . your whines and pleas for him to continue fall on deaf ears . then astarion says , " i do love this sensitive body of yours , dear ; you always have the cutest reactions . " He chuckles . " maybe I can get some more reactions if I touch down here , too ... " he continues teasingly while tugging at the waistband of your pants . you can tell he's going to take his time with you simply by hearing him say that .

he slowly strips you of your last pieces of clothing , tossing your pants and soaked panties aside with your shirt and bra . astarion then opens your legs and gets in between them , and you swear you heard him snicker . " you're so wet , darling ... all this for me ... ? " he teases as he spreads your pussy lips with his fingers , thumb grazing your clit as he does . a quiet moan escapes your lips . " mmph ... astarion , please , " you moan . " please what , y / n ... ? " astarion asks you , touching your aching clit once again , earning another moan from you . you groan , knowing that if you don't beg — at least a little — he won't do what you want . " i - i want you to eat my pussy ... pretty please , astarion ... " you beg . luckily for you , astarion loved the way you begged for him to please you . " alright , i'll do it since you asked so nicely , my love ... " he says with a smirk , then placing his tongue on your clit .

you feel astarion's tongue moving softly and slowly over your sensitive bundle of nerves . " g - gods ... that feels so good ... please don't stop ... " you moan as your hand moves and grips onto his white curls instinctively . the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit faster drove you insane ; he always knew which spots to lick and suck on , to the point where you didn't even care how loud you were moaning or how lewd you sounded . you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter ; you really want to cum — you want him to let you cum so so badly . " mmph ! astarion , please ! i - i'm gonna - " you moan out desperately .

astarion stops lapping at your clit , not wanting you to cum just yet ; he wanted to deny you your orgasm for a little while longer . " ah , ah ... not until i say so , darling , " he says , voice dripping with lust . then an idea comes to him , and he adds , " i need you to hold it in for me until i've had enough ; you can do that for me , right , my love ? " he asks because he knows that if you're desperate enough to cum; you'll comply with whatever he asks of you . " y - yes ... i'll hold it ... i - i just wanna cum ... " you whimper out desperately .

after a few minutes of antagonizing waiting , astarion goes down on you again , except not letting his tongue touch where you want , simply to tease you for his pleasure . he would pull away just as you were about to cum , refusing to give you the orgasm he had repeatedly promised you if you just " held it in " . you've lost track of how many times he denied you your release ; you think it was his fifth — no , sixth — time doing so . " a - astarion , please , p - pretty , please . i want to cum ... " you beg him , practically on the verge of tears .

" shh , my love , it's alright . you can cum this time , okay ... " he says lovingly , wiping the tears streaming from your eyes . through your teary eyes , you watch astarion slowly rid himself of his clothing and tossing his clothes over to the side with yours . his cock looks painfully hard , leaking with pre - cum , and his tip a rosy red , even twitching a bit . astarion gets on top of you , and you wrap your arms around his neck before he moves and puts you on his lap; it's his favorite position since he enjoys seeing your face while fucking you senseless . " i'm going to put it in now , darling ... can I do that ... ? " he asks you in a hushed tone . " yes ... please , fuck me astarion ... " you whimper .

astarion then slides his cock into your sloppily - wet cunt pretty easily , and he lets out a low groan . " g - gods ... your pussy feels s - so good around my cock - , " he murmurs in your ear , trying his best not to thrust up into you . after a few short seconds , you start to become restless , beginning to move on his cock slowly . " l - look who's the desperate one now , y / n , " he says with a quiet moan escaping his lips as he grabs onto your waist , taking the lead and speeding up the pace a little . " ngh ... f-fuck s'good ... s - shut it and just go faster - " you manage to say through your moans . the faster he bounces you on his cock , the more uncontrollable your moans became , and the closer you felt to cumming .

astarion can feel that you're close to your orgasm from the way your walls are clenching around him . " g - gods ... y / n ... p - please cum for me ... you can do that for me , right - ? " he moans while he thrusts into you at an a rough pace , wanting to feel your warm walls clench around his cock some more . he starts to rub your clit with his thumb to get you there , and after a few rubs , you feel the knot in your stomach starting to unravel . you moan so loudly it is practically a scream , " mmph ! i - im cumming ! " your legs begin to shake violently , and you could hear astarion panting heavily in your ear . you can tell he's trying his best not to cum inside you .

" that's a good girl ... " he murmurs as he pulls out of you , a ring of white visible around the base of his cock . astarion flips you on your stomach and harshly squeezes your ass . " ass up , darling ... " he tells you while he caresses your waist . your legs feel weak and they're all shaky , but you do what he asked of you . " mmh ... yes , astarion ... " you say , sounding completely out of it .

you can hear a husky groan escape astarion's throat as he puts his cock back inside you . " y - y / n ... ngh ! " he whimpers . astarion grabs your waist and pounds into you from behind as quickly as he can to reach his orgasm . he's not sure how much longer he can hold it in , and he doesn't want to stop fucking your warm and sloppy pussy ; you feel too good . but , on the other hand , he does want to cum . " f - fuck ! s'too much ! " you whimper , now in tears from overstimulation.

the sound of sex is the only thing that can be heard in the forest ; astarion's thrusts are becoming animalistic and rough . when he feels his orgasm approaching , he immediately pulls out of you . " mmph ! y/ n ... shit ! a - ah gods , i - i'm cumming ! " astarion moans loudly as he strokes his cock , cumming on your back and ass . you collapse on the crumpled sheet underneath you while astarion calms down from the rush of his high , breathing heavily .

once astarion calms down from the rush of his very intense orgasm , he wipes your back off with a handkerchief he brought with him . " you did so good , darling , " he says sweetly , pulling you close and now resting with you on the sheet . " i wasn't too rough with you or anything , right ? " astarion asks . " no , no , of course not ; it was perfect , astarion , " you softly say , kissing his cheek . " well then you took it well , as you always do, my love , " he says cheekily .

astarion then moves his body so that he is now lying on top of you , right over your heart . he then lets out a content sigh . " i love you , y / n ... " he murmurs , his attention focused on your heartbeat . " i love you more , astarion ..." you say affectionately as your fingers run through his hair , and astarion's eyes close , falling asleep almost instantly . when you hear astarion's soft snores , you laugh quietly ; he's the cutest thing when he's asleep . " sleep well , astarion ... " you say before falling asleep with him in your arms , the sounds of the tranquil forest calming you both as you rest .

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 ☀︎ ...

read the second part here 🧛🏻 !

#bg3 #bauldur’s gate #bg3 astarion #astarion #bauldur's gate 3 #bauldur’s gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x black fem reader #astarion x black reader #astarion fluff #astarion x fem reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion smut #dungeons and dragons #astarion bg3 #rohans fanfics ☁︎ …#Spotify #rohansdisciple

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bachibabe · 6 months

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

wc: 400

warnings: none <33

18+ → minors / blank blogs dni

After the Titan war, after the dust has settled on the battlefield, a single thought finds itself ever present at the forefront of your brain. A single command that keeps your body moving, keeps your legs running no matter how hard they ache. Keeps your blood pumping and your heart racing. A single mission left, one you can’t fail.

You have to find him.

When Eren screamed, when you lost yourself and became a thoughtless Titan hellbent on following the new founders every command. You lost Levi. You lost your lifeblood. No matter how much you ache, no matter how terribly you just want to collapse— your body just can’t find it in itself to do so. Adrenaline pumping through your veins, pushing you, forcing you to find him. To continue on your desperate search of the barren wasteland. To search through the bodies of fallen comrades. To find your other half. To make sure he’s okay.

The moment you lay eyes on him, the moment you see him resting against that rock, a tear rolling down his cheek, a weight lifts off your shoulders. Your heart stops pounding. The food from your vision clears. Your legs carry your frame to him without thinking. You never have to think when it comes to him. At this point it feels like everything comes too easy. Loving him is easy.

Your hands find his temples, holding him. Letting you know that he is real. That you both still are. Your forehead presses against his own as your legs collapse. Finally safe. Finally with him. Tears swell in your eyes. It’s over, the story has reached its conclusion. You are free.

“You can rest now.”

Your voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. You know he heard it. His arm slumps, muscles relaxing as you finally hold him. As you keep him close. As the two of you make it out of a battle for the final time together. You both live together. All of your hopes and dreams can finally be realised. All of the hardships are worth it just for this, for now. For the present— for a future where you two can grow old, for a future where the two of you can find refuge in each others souls without worry.

A future where happiness is your only worry.

#☁︎.𖥔 ݁ ˖ wifey notes !!#little Drabble bc I miss my husband #I want to hold him #levi ackerman #levi #levi x reader #levi x you #aot levi #snk levi #aot x reader #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan levi #aot x you #aot levi x reader #levi fluff #I didn’t edit this it’s just something I needed to get off of my chest bc I just want to comfort him and reassure him that we can be happy #‧ ₊ ˚ 📋 ⋅ ⊹ lily writes .ᐟ #‧ ₊ ˚ ☕️ ⋅ ⊹ drabbles .ᐟ

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deunmiu-dessie · 29 days

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▬ ⁽ 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑒 ⁾

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎: ₂˖₁ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎: unedited----- attempted murder, fluff(??), angst. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ꒰shade ₊⊹ gn!reader꒱

thinking of a shade, just a little more powerful and smarter than the rest, becoming your protector. little ol' you who's had severe insomnia since you were a child. ♡

shade who didnt want to at first, since it usually didn't meddle in human affairs; besides you were nothing special. ♡

shade who ignores you for the first couple of days before begrudgingly shooing away the pesky, lower demons who crawl over your body. ♡

shade who lays next to you and wraps you within its arms ˙◠˙

shade who finds immense satisfaction in watching you sleep for the first time in a long time. ♡

shade who watches as the demons instead prey on your family. ♡

shade who is too enamored with you to even care. ♡

shade who watches your family fall apart. ♡

𝒴 our lashes flutter open in the inky black room, eyes reflecting a glossy sheen from the remnants of sleep, all while the sound of your sniveling fills the darkness that surrounds you. Against your pale complexion, the deep, dark circles under your eyes become prominent, now moistened by the tears streaming down your cheeks in small rivers. You struggle to recall the last time you experienced a full night's sleep, the memory fading away as you reach the tender age of seven.

Despite the numerous prescriptions, medical professionals, therapists, and even herbal teas you have tried, none have succeeded in lulling you to sleep. You remain confined to your bed, yearning for the day when your eyes will finally close and you’lll find respite in sleep, yet that day never arrives. Occasionally, you manage to drift off into a state of unconsciousness, albeit for a mere five or ten minutes, but it never feels like true sleep. Every now and then your plagued by nightmares—disturbing and horrifying dreams that startle you awake, leaving you gasping for breath.

Ever since you were a small child, you had been wanting, no craving to have a good night's rest– though your weren't so sure anymore. Not if the black abyss that threatens to swallow you whole almost every night is the thing greeting you happily when you finally succumb to the person that is sleep.

Nevertheless, you refuses to let it impact you social life. Each morning, as the sun warmly embraces you with a melancholic smile, you rise from your bed and diligently apply layers of concealer and foundation to mask the exhaustion evident in your eyes. Peering into the mirror, you practice a smile, willing your eyes to sparkle, and whisper softly to yourself, "I'm okay."

You're not okay, you swerve gently in and out of traffic, eyelids heavy as you force yourself to work. All you want is to sleep, to feel normal again. Deep down, you knows that what you yearn for is something you can never truly have, but yiu can always ‘dream’.

As the day finally draws to a close, you retreat to your bed – the same bed that bears the imprint of your body from countless nights, the same pillow that holds your thoughts and tears captive, and the same dusty dream catcher that fails to capture any dreams. You're anxious for what your mind might conjure up tonight, but you embrace it with ease – slipping beneath your cozy comforter and switching off the lamp.

A cool warmth envelops your body, your tense muscles finally finding release, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you. You nestle yourself into that snug cocoon – savoring the way it makes your eyes grow heavy with the blissful weight of sleep. It's not the kind of sleep that startles you awake in a panic every night, but rather one that feels natural and inviting.

You're too comfortable to notice the faint outline of a body beside you, mind too far gone to notice the emaciated arms that tighten themselves around your body, pressing your form into the depths of its torso. Even if you were of sound mind, you would simply attribute any strange sensations to your lack of sleep.

That night you sleep for the first time in twelve years, without any nightmares to ruin the unusual but sweet moment. You, this time, don't greet the sun as it rises in the sky, no, you don't wake up until late evening, waving goodbye to the sun as it drifts away from your sight.

Suddenly, your alarm blares from your nightstand, reminding you of your impending night shift. Dread fills you as you recall the eerie occurrences that often plague you during these dark hours– shadows come to life, items are in places you didn’t put them and customers come in faceless.

You feel fine today, energized even. You don't want to push your luck though; and so when you leave for work, passing your mother and older sister- who seem to be completely out of it, you grab an energy drink and wave them goodbye.

You worked diligently and quickly that night, your manager thoroughly surprised that your movements aren’t sluggish anymore and so he praises you enthusiastically– you can only smile in thanks as you rings up another customer.

The night goes on smoothly, and as the sun begins to rise and wave its warmth at you, you realize that the energy drink is still next to you, untouched. You're tired from working the night though and you clock out as soon as the time strikes 6AM.

Cool brisk air greets you as you exit the gas station, wisps of cold brushing your cheeks while you walk to your car. Excitement fills you as you look forward to finally getting some rest after a long day. However, a lingering sense of caution remains, reminding you that what occurred earlier might have been a mere coincidence; and so the car ride home is made up of your thumb tapping against the steering wheel and the sound of your heart pumping quickly. Silently, you ease open the door to the house, moving with delicate steps as you enter. You gently places your keys into a bowl, its transparent purple hue catching the light. You hang up your thin jacket and slide out of your shoes, placing them in front of the shoe closet haphazardly. As you ascend the staircase, your movements are hushed, making sure to avoid any creaks on the staircase. You reach your room door, a contented sigh escaping your lips. You plop down on your bed without a second thought, still clad in your work attire. With the room pitch black, You sleep easily. Cocooned in warmth once more, your body relaxes itself. Despite feeling a slight pressure on your body, you pay it no mind.

Sleep comes quick for you, but not your family. The moment your head touches the pillow, their nightmares start to rear their ugly heads, their once peaceful sleep is no more.

The dark figure that graces you with sweet dreams, relishes in the way your skin gains color, the way your dark circles lighten and your forehead creases smoothe out. You weren't special in any way, many humans out there had the exact same condition that you did- maybe even a bit worse off than you.

The entity couldn't resist being irresistibly drawn to you, despite its own reservations. Seeing a human with so much potential- wasted, was excruciating. So, it clings onto you tightly, using its presence as a protective barrier against the demons that are inexplicably lured by your human essence and dormant state. However, the shade finds itself far from bored. It observes as your chest rises and falls with each breath, watches as your lips curve sporadically with sleeping ticks; and the serene expression that graces your face. It can even discern the muffled whimpers and groans emanating from the rest of your family in the adjacent hallway, as the demons voraciously feed on their fear and anguish, draining their life force. The shade doesn’t care if your family suffers for a bit longer though, now they can fill your shoes. It was only fair. Your lashes flutter and then open at 8:19 PM, you can hear the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen just down the stairs and the soft jazz music that only plays when your mom is cooking. You slide out of bed and pad softly out of the room, stretching your body as you walk down the stairs.

"Good morning," you playfully mumble to your older sister, who is seated at the kitchen island. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion when your sister doesn't reply. Curiosity piqued, you took a few steps closer, gasp of surprise quickly stifled. Jo-Lene’s face is pale, her lips are chapped and her cheeks a bit sunken in. Around her eyes are dark circles that the girl has never gotten before. You cups your sister's face in your hands, titling it back and forth. “ Have you stayed up late working on your book?” Jo shakes her head, softly removing your hands from her cheeks. The older of the two of you shrugs her shoulders and covers a yawn with her hand. "I haven't been getting much sleep lately."

Slowly, she trails off and shakes her head, taking a moment to savor the dark coffee in her cup. "You know, besides the fact that I can't sleep, I also have the most terrible nightmares," she admits. You nod in understanding, settling down beside her and grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl. "You're starting to sound just like me," You tease, playfully rubbing her shoulder to offer comfort.

With a slow fade in her voice, she trails off and shakes her head, taking a deliberate sip of her dark coffee. "You know, it's not just me. Mom and Dad struggle with sleep too," she reveals. You glance at your mother, eyes widening in disbelief. "You're not kidding," You bite into your banana before pushing it against the side of your cheek to speak. “Weirdly? I’ve been able to sleep for the past 2 days. No nightmares; and for hours at a time.”

Your mother stops chopping up vegetables, mouth slightly ajar and eyebrows raised. “Oh! Honey, that's amazing, I’m so happy for you. How did you do it?” You can't recall doing anything out of the ordinary, except praying to sleep well. You shrug your shoulders and chew the banana some more before swallowing. “I didn’t do anything, it just happened.” Jo nudges you with a smile. “Maybe you’re cured.” You give her a sarcastic smile, grabbing her coffee and taking a sip. "I highly doubt it, probably just a one-time thing."

“Also, this could be temporary for you guys as well. I’m sure it’ll pass soon.”

Little did they know, this temporary situation was about to become a never-ending nightmare. Days turned into weeks, and your restful slumber continued while the rest of the family suffered from sleepless nights. As sleep deprivation took its toll, the atmosphere in the house became increasingly tense. Your fathers short fuse ignited violent outbursts, leaving you helpless as you watch your family crumbled before your eyes. Initially, you played the role of peacemaker, but as time went on, resentment grew.

As the weeks pass, younotices a shift in the house. Your family seems to be keeping their distance, observing your peaceful sleep and well-rested demeanor with suspicion. Slowly, they begin to direct their frustrations and animosity towards you.

You learn to sleep with your door locked, especially after a harrowing night where you wake up to an alarming pressure against your neck, feeling your father's chubby, thick hands squeezing your throat. Determined to protect yourself, you start sleeping with your door locked and even go as far as barricading it, when your mother begins sleeping beside you, clutching a knife tightly between the two of you. Your once close-knit family becomes a source of fear and suspicion, leading you to distance yourself and cut off communication. Preferring solitude, you opt to order food instead of joining them for dinner and secretly slip out of your window to go to work. You’re consumed by terror when it comes to your family, but you refuse to surrender to the sleepless nights you endured in the past.

Even if it kills you, you think your family can suffer for a little longer. You’ve dealt with severe Insomnia since you were little, and you were still sane. As a sharp knock resonates through the door, your body tenses. You hear your sister's gentle, drowsy voice calling out, "Are you awake?" Though cautious, you respond with a soft hum, ensuring Jo-Lene can hear you. “I want to apologize. Mom and Dad have gone a bit crazy.” You cut Jo off with a scoff. “A bit? Dad tried to strangle me and Mom isn’t any better.” Jo is silent for a moment before sniffling. “You're right, which is why I think you need to leave.” You blinked owlishly at the door, eyebrows furrowing. “What? What do you mean?”

“Mom and Dad have set up an account to transfer money to you.” A small envelope is slid underneath your door. “Find a motel to stay at until you think you’re ready for an apartment.” You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating your decision. "Ok, then what.” Jo shrugs despite you not being able to see her. “We’ll see each other on Holidays?” She jokes softly but you don't laugh.

“For how long?”

“Until we can figure out this whole situation.”

You hum before getting out of bed and grabbing the envelope that has the credit card in it. “Okay. I’ll leave.”

You leave in the morning, without saying goodbye to your family and without looking back. You smile softly at the faint, dark outline of the entity next to you and sit on a bench in front of a bus stop.

“ Thank you.”

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ohimsummer · 3 months

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poly stsg doting on us bc we're pregnant and full with child 🫠🫠🫠 oh they'd be such good daddies to be wouldn't they?

satoru goin ham on setting up the nursery.

taking turns on who goes the maternity appointments. satoru making the ultrasound his lockscreen until the baby's born.

setting up a surprise maternity photoshoot for you.

sugu reading pregnancy books to udnerstand what you'rw going through as much as he can

satoru's hands constantly on your belly to feel the little one kick

taking the time to hold the heavy baby bump to give your body a bit of a break whenever they could

they love to tease you but even they tone it down bc you're carrying their baby, you should be treated with the utmost respect.

them stocking the fuck out of your hospital bag. satoru waking suguru up when you enter active labor because its fucking happening holy shit its happening

i may be a bit of a mess.

UR RIGHT UR SO RIGHT!!

satoru setting his lockscreen as the ultrasound is so cute I’m eating my fist rn….suguru reading pregnancy books because he likes being informed on things…..yes yes I hear u

i imagine it’s like a switch flips. They’re teasing you and you say stop and they stop. Instantly. That lasts throughout the entire pregnancy and with other things not even just the teasing. You ask (demand) Satoru for his favorite dessert and normally he’d give you a little shit for it but now he just hands it over. Might be one of your cravings!! He won’t question it, he can always buy another some other time. They’re at your beck and call no questions asked, anything to keep you happy :3

It’s 50/50 whether they fight over what goes in the nursery. Gojo wants a pretty blue sky painted on the walls, Geto wants a calming night sky. You’re supposed to be the dealbreaker but both ideas sound good on your eyes so they play rock, paper, scissors to decide.

Satoru stocks it with so many cute toys and decorations and you and Suguru are staring at this giant Blank Spot where the crib should be….it’s okay he simply got a little too excited!!

You don’t have to lift a finger if they can help it. Cooking, cleaning, random chores, they got it! Giving you massages on whatever sore spot of your body, brushing your hair, applying your lipgloss. They’ll dress and feed you if you’re tired of so desire them to.

On outings if they even catch whiff of a threat, they’re in Protectivr Dad mode. one of them hugging you to his chest with hands on your belly, the other between you and the threat/“threat”.

They both like talking to the life growing in your belly! During a soothing walk through the park, Suguru gives your stomach a gentle tap, murmurs softly about the loud whistles of birds in the trees.Satoru comes home from work and tells them fantastical, embellished stories about his day (he turned a meeting with the higher-ups into a tale of him trapped in a prison by evil monsters and how he made such a daring escape).

the insanity rlly jumped out rq…ooh wee

#I forgot what it’s called but I imagine polystsgu children are #i think one egg gets fertilized by two dif sperms/men so you #end up having twins but they look like the different dads #ik they’d be excited both havin kids that r the spitting image of them #poly! satosugu #poly satosugu #suguru geto headcanons #satoru gojo headcanons #satosugu x reader #satosugu x reader fluff #⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ summy is thinking . . . ｡⋆#⋆⑅˚₊ hi ry .ᐟ

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moonswolfie · 5 months

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When YOU kabedon THEM

let's turn the tables a bit why don't we 😈😈 i was in the mood to write something a little more silly hehe

characters featured: Bokuto, Kenma, Ushijima, Tsukishima

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ Bokuto Koutaro

He freezes over in shock, literally loses all bodily functions for a second

He looks as if he just got the worst jumpscare of his LIFE

...and then proceeds to go completely red and starts smiling like an idiot

A very lovesick idiot❤

"Hey, aren't I supposed to be the one doing this...?" He sounds oddly quiet

Possibly because his stomach is imploding from butterflies

"Hmm?" You tease him by sliding a finger across his lips, smiling up at him and he makes a weird strangled noise

You don't get it babe, you're murdering him rn

(He totally won't miss all his spikes at practice today because he won't be able to stop thinking about this)

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ Kozume Kenma

"Ummm..." he is completely lost on what to say or do right now

The thing he probably expected the least to happen today is being pushed against the wall by you

His PSP almost slips out of his hands but he quickly grips it to prevent that disaster from occuring

He doesn't even realise how red he is right now or the weird face he's making

"Ahaha, sorry. You just looked so cute, is all." You smiled, pulling on his cheek

And he is still too shocked to even react or slap your hand away for doing that

Being pushed against a wall in dating games always felt so cliché but...

He has a feeling the loud beating of his heart won't subside anytime soon...

Hopefully no one notices...😏😏

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ Ushijima Wakatoshi

He is very confused. Why are you pushing him against the wall?

"Are you angry?" He asks, making you... sigh?

"What did I expect... of course you don't get it..." his eyebrows furrowed. What is he missing?

"I want to understand. I want to be a good boyfriend." The serious tone he said that in made you snort slightly

After you explain to him that people usually find being pushed against the wall by their significant other hot...

He simply asks "Do you want me to do that to you?"

(Ignoring the heat that rushed to your face at that thought..)

Do not be fooled by his seeming lack of reaction, he felt a strange feeling in his chest when trapped in between your arms🤭

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ Tsukishima Kei

"What are you doing?" He hisses behind clenched teeth, eyebrows furrowing

You simply smile, leaning close to his neck, but not kissing it 😈

"S-Stop that..." he feels embarrased at how he's losing his composure because of this

He even stuttered just now... God he hopes he isn't completely red right now (he is)

You let him go, casually walking away while he just kinda... stands there in shock

He will so get you back for this, you cannot get away with flustering him and just walking away like that

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madschiavelique · 10 months

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➯ 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐦𝐚𝐧 : 𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

here you might find content such as : ★ - miguel o'hara x reader drabbles & headcanons ★ - miguel o'hara x reader x peter b. parker drabbles & headcanons ★ - hobie brown x reader drabbles & headcanons (upcoming)

— 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

—————𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨'𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : a 4 shot miguel x reader where tension grows in each parts, he teases you, you tease him and it ends up in a glorious smut content warnings : blood, bullet, biting (literal), no use of Y/N, smut on the 3rd and 4th part (if there are others please do tell so that i can add them !)

----- chapters : ★ 1 — love bite ★ 2 — late night training ★ 3 — unexpected mission (nsfw) ★ 4 — shameless (nsfw)

𝐨𝐱𝐲𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary : in which you start your new life as a Biology student, and have to live with the fact that your hot neighbour is also your hot teacher. content warnings : collegeteacher!miguel o’hara x student!reader, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, pnv sex, fingering, spanking, sir kink, size kink, no use of Y/N, fem!reader.

masterlist

—————𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

Restraint (Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader) NSFW

summary : you convinced Miguel to wear a muzzle to fuck you, and let's just say it drives him insane. content warning : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex, unprotected safe (be safe kids), miguel becoming a tiny bit angry because he can't kiss you nor bite you, possessive miguel, no use of Y/N word count : 1,1k

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) — 𝑼𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

summary : you got a new lip balm set, with a bunch of different flavours, and miguel wants to try them all by kissing you content warning : none, absolute fluff

—————𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

—————𝐒𝐅𝐖

✿ when you get one of these pheromone perfumes

✿ when miguel gets jealous because a random spiderperson flirts with you

✿ miguel nearly dies on a mission and now wants you by his side at all times

✿ headcanons (platonically and romantically) with an asexual reader

✿ headcanon : why vanilla ice cream with occasional sprinkles is miguel's favourite flavour

✿ miguel takes care on you on your periods

✿ reassuring miguel about his scars

✿ headcanon : miguel's type

✿ miguel reassuring a self conscious reader about their body

✿ miguel takes care of you when you're sick

✿ you tease miguel by using his last name

✿ headcanon : how miguel sleeps

—————𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

✿ when you say miguel is too big and he won't fit, but he does

✿ you ride miguel's face until it fixes his neck

✿ when you wear a sundress and miguel can't contain himself

✿ when you ask miguel to teach you how to suck his dick

✿ when miguel discovers he likes being the little spoon

✿ miguel humps you when he's stressed

✿ miguel discovers you want lots of kids, so he breeds you

✿ riding miguel for the first time

✿ headcanon : miguel's favourite sex positions

✿ pegging miguel for the first time

✿ riding miguel to overstimulation... so he fingers you and gives you oral instead

✿ miguel discovers you're a stripper

✿ reader's first time with softdom!miguel

✿ reader rambling about how down bad they are for miguel, and him hearing it

✿ headcanon : miguel's dick

✿ miguel said he didn't want kids after gabriella... but sectrely tries to breed you

—𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

—————𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

—————𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

✿ miguel made you cry because he was mean as you were eiffel towered by him and Peter B (nsfw)

✿ after tying you down and fucking you senseless, Miguel and Peter take care of you

✿ miguel and peter overstimulating you

✿ miguel and peter railing you from possessiveness

—————𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄

✿ yandere headcanons : yandere!miguel o'hara x reader x yandere!peter b parker

—————𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐒

✿ how spider people feel orgasms (nsfw)

✿ how miguel's voice sounded before all the trauma

✿ thoughts on sub!reader with miguel and peter (nsfw)

✿ anon take on yandere miguel overstimulating you (nsfw)

✿ reader taking selfies after giving miguel head (nsfw)

✿ miguel fucking you and whispering 'iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou' (nsfw)

✿ why i picked nena as main pet-name from miguel

✿ anon developping on yandere!miguel and yandere!peter b parker (dead dove)

✿ anxious reader playing with miguel o'hara's hand (nsfw bonus at the end)

✿ miguel celebrating the holidays

✿ would miguel neglect his partner because of the multiverse work

✿ realistic scenario of miguel loving someone

✿ greek soldier miguel au idea

✿ anon and i expanding on the greek soldier miguel au idea

✿ cursed vampire miguel o'hara au idea

✿ miguel anxiety blanket

✿ miguel's favourite songs

✿ "i'll kill you if you don't shut up" girlfriend with "that's so hot, i love u" miguel

✿ miguel's insecurities

please, before sending me a request, make sure you read the request rules

thank you <;33

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snwvie · 8 days

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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 | satoru gojo

genre. fluff

show. jujutsu kaisen

word count. 300

Y/N stumbled out of the wreckage, coughing up a cloud of dust. Her clothes were torn, and her hair resembled a bird's nest after a storm. But she was alive. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings, only to be greeted by the incredulous stare of Satoru Gojo, his signature blindfold askew.

"How the fuck did you survive that?" Gojo's voice was a mixture of disbelief and admiration.

Y/N flashed him a lopsided grin, brushing debris off her shoulders. "Luck, I guess? Or maybe I'm just too stubborn to die."

Gojo shook his head, a chuckle escaping him. "Stubborn doesn't even begin to describe it. You were in the midst of my hollow technique! I was sure you were a goner."

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, it takes more than a stupid hollow technique to take me down."

Gojo's eyes narrowed in mock suspicion. "Are you secretly hiding some kind of special power, Y/N? Because surviving that... it's almost unnatural."

Y/N laughed, a sound like tinkling bells amidst the chaos. "Nope, just dumb luck."

Gojo stepped closer, inspecting her for any signs of injury. "Well, whatever it is, I'm glad you're okay. I don't think I could handle losing you."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, her cheeks flushing pink. "Aw, Gojo, didn't know you cared."

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Don't let it get to your head. I just don't want to deal with the paperwork for your demise."

Y/N grinned, nudging him with her elbow. "Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that, Gojo."

As they walked away from the wreckage, Y/N couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading in her chest. Surviving the impossible was one thing, but having Gojo by her side made it all worth it.

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suashii · 1 year

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dan heng who gets jealous more easily than he admits. . . who finds subtle ways to be close to you when others are stealing your attention. he’ll link his pinky with yours and gently swing them but keeps his eyes ahead when you look down at your joined fingers. and the moment the two of you are alone again, he’s dipping his head and nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck, mumbling about how he wants you to himself for a bit

#☁︎ manon's mind #he is a disease #and i have caught the most extreme strain #help!#i cannot stop thinking about him!#he’s just a skrunkly guy #omg and the blush that clouds his cheeks #when he rubs his nose against you #unwell!#i am so unwell!#dan heng x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng fluff #hsr fluff

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rikitachiquita · 2 months

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come back... be here | ni-ki

✧ synopsis: working at a cafe can be really fun: the customers being nice, cracking jokes with your coworkers, singing while brewing coffee and so on. but it's even more fun when two members of the staff bicker and fight all day and keep everyone entertained. that's what hybe cafe is like, thanks to ni-ki and y/n.

✦ warnings: everything is a mess tbh, confrontation??, they talk about feelings

⋆16 they are going to start dating in 3 months (700 words)

y/n had to talk to ni-ki, she had to understand what was going on. Was he actually serious or was he just joking around? did he have a crush on her?

she got up from the cardboard box she was sitting on, in the back of the store. she had taken a five minutes break earlier since the coffee shop was really calm, with very few customers, mostly students studying on their ipads and laptops. she was relaxing a bit when the whole fiasco happened.

she decided that she would be mature and go talk to him. she just hoped he would do the same.

she got up from her weirdly comfortable seat, took a deep breath to calm herself before she went up to face him and started walking, headed for the front. she walked through the door, the kitchen and went to the counter, where ni-ki was.

she saw him there, he was standing there, leaning on the counter, his hands kind of restlessly shaking. he looked up at her and after locking eyes with her for a short moment, he went back to looking at his hands.

“can we talk?” y/n asked

“when the shift ends” he said “we shouldn’t talk about that while working”

y/n agreed and went back to working, and he did the same. she was feeling a bit anxious, anticipating the worst scenarios ever where he would tell y/n he actually hated her and that it was just a bet.

the hour and a half left for their shift passed quickly and they found themself standing in front of each other in the private staff-only parking space near the cafe.

y/n decided to break the ice first “so, was it all a prank of some sort to hurt me?” she said

“what? no that is not it at all” ni-ki quickly replied

“then what is it?”

“i mean, it’s quite simple, i have a crush on you” ni-ki admitted freely. she wasn’t one to be so upfront about his feelings but something about y/n made him comfortable and able to speak freely.

“i really didn’t expect that” y/n admitted

“why?”

“i mean we are always fighting and bickering, i really felt like you hated me for a moment”

“yeah i see why, but no, i always felt kind of drawn to you but i didn't want to make it weird so i acted that way, it was kind of childish on my side” ni-ki said

“i was just as childish, cause at first i really wanted to be close to you”

they both stopped talking and paused for a second.

“so?” y/n asked

“i think we should start getting to know each other, see if the hearted was actually real or not, let’s see” ni-ki said

“my hatred was very much real” y/n said laughing “but yeah, you are right, we see if we can be friends. I have to get used to you not being my worst enemy and i need time to do that, and you probably need some time too. then we will talk again”

“that is what i was thinking of doing” he said

“so we aren’t rivals anymore?” y/n asked with a small smile on her face. being honest to herself, she had been waiting for this for a while.

“nope!” ni-ki responded, sharing the same small smile as y/n and obviously sharing the same feeling, he had waited for this moment for even longer

y/n made a small step and hugged the tall boy, squeezing him tightly. ni-ki started laughing and squeezed her back. she started laughing as well and when she felt ni-kis hands tickling her on the waist the laugh turned hysterical.

what they didn’t know was that eunchae, jake and beomgyu where there as well, looking at them.

“i’m going to be replaced i fear” beomgyu said

“we can all just cry together when they ditch us for eachother” jake added

“yeah they are going to be bestfriends and forget about us” euncahe agreed

“nah they are going to date in about three months” a voice, coming from yeonjun who was standing behind them and listening to them, said.

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