#is this another soft sae fic?

[doobea]

WE ARE THE LOVESICK (GIRLS) - SAE ITOSHI

synopsis: Sae learns what the term 'whipped' means and comes to terms with it.

content: a sick!fic, fluff, sfw, early established relationship, itoshi siblings have a good(?) relationship, feels more like a brother bonding fic, soft!sae, sae centric pov, fem!reader word count: 1.6K a/n: yuh the title is based off of my fave blackpink song hehe and my bf is sick rn and instead of taking care of him im writing instead whoops - also posting this on rins birthday is NOT a crime

There are two things that Sae takes from this impromptu trip back home. One is that he should've done his passport renewal online because now he has to wait up to a whole month. He's not mentally prepared to explain that to his manager who's currently over six thousand miles away. And two, he's recently learned that you get sick really easily when you travel. Like ridiculously sick.

"Sae, I'm dying."

There's a sniffle. A cough. And then silence.

You definitely sound like you’re dying, Sae thinks. From the kitchen, he carefully watches your movements on the couch. Which is almost minimum to none. When you don’t respond to your name, Sae rushes over and takes a look. Your cheeks are flushed, hair sticking to your forehead in a way that didn’t look comfortable, a bit of drool hangs from the sides of your mouth from your lack of ability to breathe, and worst of all —

"My head hurts, Sae…" Another cough. "Do you have any aspirin?"

In the most loving way, he wishes you would’ve just stayed back in Spain.

He takes hold of your palms and places his forehead against yours. It's hot and wet to the touch. It makes him physically recoil back and Sae looks almost annoyed with himself. Maybe he should've tried harder to convince you to not come.

Sae hasn't been back home in maybe a year or two, he thinks, but surely there must be some aspirin or any form of medicine in the house, right? A quick rush through the drawers and every nook and cranny in the house proves him otherwise.

Sae jogs back to your curled-up figure on the couch and throws on his windbreaker. "I'll go out to the store and get some."

"No," You sit up too fast and wince, hands settling on the sides of your temples to support the weight of your head. "I'll get over it soon. Maybe it's just the humid weather?" You lamely suggest.

You always double down whenever it comes to your health. Trying to convince yourself that it'll get better soon because you hate being an inconvenience to others — others being Sae. You're doing this even when you look like an absolute (beautiful) wreck in Sae's eyes right now. But maybe he shouldn't exactly leave you alone when you're in a feverish state, especially in a space you're unfamiliar with.

He takes off his windbreaker and gently places it over your shoulders as he thinks on his feet. "Then I'll get someone else to do it."

You wrap yourself in his jacket and repress back a coughing fit. "Huh, like who?"

Only one person pops up in his mind and Sae isn't sure if he can count on him. But, even after everything that they've gone through, he can probably trust him. Well, maybe not trust but more like he's his only option.

"When did you even get back?"

"Last night," Sae answers and rushes to the point. "I need you to make an errand run."

"What?" Rin’s voice fills with annoyance over the line. "Why would I do that?"

"Because," Sae looks over his shoulder at the sight of your body in a fetal position on the couch. You’re visibly shaking a bit too much for his liking. Sae takes a deep breath and exhales loud enough for his brother to hear. "My girlfriend is sick. I've checked the cabinets and we don't have any medicine. I don't want to leave her alone at our house."

There's a pause and Sae is wondering if his brother has hung up. Then, Rin clears his throat on the line.

"You want me to drop what I’m doing to get medicine for your sick girlfriend? Am I hearing that right?"

Sae snaps his head at the sound of you coughing once more. You look disheveled and your eyes are unfocused on what's in front of you. He sharply inhales once more. "That's exactly what I want. Do you need me to repeat it?"

Another pause and then it's Rin's turn to sigh.

"Whatever. Be there in fifteen."

And Rin keeps his word, showing up precisely in fifteen minutes, in his tracksuit to be exact, begrudgingly holding a plastic bag in his hands. The big yellow smiley face contrasts sharply with Rin's visibly irritated expression. In the bag, there’s a bottle of aspirin, cough syrup, vitamin gummies, and three ice cream bars.

Rin takes one of the ice cream bars before shoving the bag into Sae's hands. "You owe me." He hisses out.

Sae ignores his brother's glare and only nods, mumbling a lazy "thanks" before making his way back into the living room. Rin quietly follows behind. Sae figures it's because he's semi-curious about how he's been, though Rin will never admit it.

You stir from the couch at the sound of plastic and wake up when Sae pours out the contents onto the coffee table, immediately ripping the cough syrup packaging open and pouring the recommended amount into the little plastic cup.

"Here, take this." And Sae watches as Rin grimaces at how softly he speaks to you.

You weakly nod and tilt your head enough for Sae to bring it to your lips. A quick swallow followed by an equally quick shudder from the bitterness and you manage to crack a small grin. "Thank you, babe."

Rin suppresses a gagging noise when Sae plants a chaste kiss on your forehead. You take this moment to finally register two and two together. Sae hasn't outright introduced you to his family members, but he has shown you pictures of them from time to time.

"Sorry for the intrusion—you must be Rin, right?" You sit up straight, still wrapped around Sae's windbreaker, and extend out a hand. "He's told me a lot about you."

Yeah, maybe Sae should've locked you back home.

His younger brother throws him a look, not annoyed but slightly amused. "He has?"

You seem to miss the panicked scowl that Sae flashes at you and continue on. "Plenty! He talks about you almost every day and watches your games at the dinner table."

Sae tenses when he feels Rin's gaze hardening on him. "You do...?"

Sae awkwardly clears his throat, suddenly feeling heat rushing to his neck, and starts heading towards the kitchen. "I'm going to make a drink."

Fortunately, you didn't catch the thick tension and begin rambling to Rin. And seeing Rin attempting to start a conversation with you is physically painful. Sae sips on a cup of coffee as you talk about what you do for a living and how you and Sae met. Rin awkwardly nods, adding a small few comments here and there. He'll occasionally try his best to smile and sound remotely interested without coming off as a deadpan ass. Talking to Rin is like talking to a rock, Sae concludes. A giant, lanky, grumpy rock.

"It was nice meeting you, Rin." Your voice still sounds fried but better than what it was earlier.

"Yeah, you too." The taller male rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and stands. "Hey," Rin's voice directs over to Sae and he nudges his head towards the hallway. "Mind if we talk real quick?"

Sae exhales for what it feels like the tenth time today. "Sure."

Both brothers lean on opposite sides of the wall, seemingly also avoiding each other's gazes because wow the floor looks mildly entertaining right now. When was the last time that they even had a proper conversation without ripping each other's throats apart? Sae honestly can't remember but it didn't seem like that was on Rin's to-do list.

Rin breaks the heavy silence first with a loud unwrapping sound from his ice cream bar. He stares at it for a long moment and splits the bar down the middle, offering one stick to Sae. "How long are you staying for?"

Sae accepts it and takes a small bite. "A month."

"Showing your girlfriend around the country?"

"Maybe, but I'm just waiting on my passport."

"Should've done it online, dumbass."

Sae pretends the comment doesn't tick him off. "Why are you asking anyway?"

"Nothing." Rin drops the subject and finishes off his half of the dessert. "You've gotten softer. It's like you're whipped or something."

Sae rolls his eyes and bites off the remaining ice cream on his stick. "What does that mean?"

"It means that if she asked you to do a handstand and sing a song, you'd do it."

Sae finds himself pausing, thinks for a bit, and shrugs. "And that's a bad thing?"

Rin's eyes narrow before racking a hand through his hair. "Actually, forget I said anything."

For a brief second, Sae isn't sure if Rin is annoyed at the fact that he would do all those things for you or if he's annoyed that he didn't know what whipped means. Maybe both.

Rin pushes himself off the wall and starts heading towards the entrance, waving off to you as you lay on the couch, probably scrolling aimlessly on the phone. Before Rin steps out, he whips around and gives Sae a final hard stare.

"If you're ever free, let me know." And before Sae can even respond, he's out the door.

You giggle from the couch at the interaction. "He's cute."

The couch dips slightly as Sae plops down next to you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist and tugging you close to his embrace. "Sometimes weird." He adds.

"By the way," You start in a coy tone. "You're fine with doing all of that?"

Sae presses his lips against your shoulder and hums. "Doing all of what?"

"A handstand and singing me a song." Your grin is so infectious that it's making his heart swell.

"I can do it no problem," Sae replies easily.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #blue lock headcanons #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock fluff #is this another soft sae fic? #of course it is silly! #dw my bf is fine #i think? #im changing up my lil dividers hehe #gonna associate the colors w the character :>

[short-black-diamond]

please can you do bf headcanons for kaiser and sae and rin please (fem reader)

thxx

yeheeheheyyy

German vocab: "Schätzchen" = cute-ification of "treasure"

---

"That's my boyfriend!"

Kaiser:

Ayo how I hate that bitch

Please don't request stuff about him in the future

But him as a boyfriend?

I guess he'd be pretty chill, but he'd like to have you on his lap a lot

like, in that one chapter where he examined Isagi, he'd for sure have you on his lap, while trying to figure out what made Isagi so different

and he'd just--- stroke your thigh?

Idk I think he would do something like that

anf then hmmm...I think he's rich

not filthy rich like Reo, but pretty rich

I think he'd also spoil you? like--he'd sometimes buy you jewellery, but other than that, he would buy you other stuff, which is much more useful

like, one time he bought you a new tablet because yours got coffee on it

his coffee

soccer dates don't @ me

he'd try to teach you soccer if you didn't already know how, and if you did, he'd have you running after him as he always took the ball away right under your heel

It was funny, and you were happy to see your boyfriend laughing and giggling when he teicked you over and over again by dribbling the ball around you, before he gave you a small kiss to your cheek and scored a goal

"Jeez, you need to do better if you want the ball, Schätzchen."

You huffed. "I hope this wasn't an insult.."

"I'd never insult you, ____."

You guys would also go through Germany, with him showing you a lot of sights and taking pictures of you, then some selfies and would also buy you a cute souvenir.

he's a gentle lover, who gives you soft kisses and holds your hand softly

I think he'd also bring you to a viennesse ball, just to dance viennesse waltzer with you with an expensive, victorian dress he bought you as you two danced the waltz in old fashioned clothing in an old fashioned building with old fasioned people

bonus points if it was a masquerade ball

(imagine if he told you he'd meet you at the ball and mistake another girl with you, thinking that it was you, and you arriving to him dancing with another girl who had similar features as you...just imagine the heartbreak...the drama...I'd dance with Ness then, just to spite Kaiser...maybe I'll write a fic about that?)

Sae:

If you read my last post, I guessed -correctly- that Sae's an ass guy

Excpect your butt to be warm and squeezed at all times, babe

No but seriously I'm so proud of myself for being right about something I didn't know was already canon

*pats my own shoulder proudly*

He's busy

He has to train

but if you want to come with him, he won't stop you

When he was with the U-20, and he agreed for you to come with him, he hated it the moment you stepped foot in the room where he and his team was in

Imgine the bloodlust he felt when Oliver and Sendo touched you and flirted with you like there was no tomorrow (they didn't know that you were together with sae)

"I'm Sae's girlfriend..?", you then said and Sae hugged you from behind.

"Yes, I am her boyfriend, so take your filthy hands off of her.", he seethed.

Safe to say, the two didn't really listen as they just kept flirting with you, and they got to feel Sae's wrath on the field as he just kicked the ball into their face and crotch area

Other than that, I'd expect him to be very clingy

he looks touch-starved

give this man some love

After practise, he would always take a quick shower before cuddling with you on his bed and just take a small nap, letting you do whatever you want, but don't move your legs

he once turned you around on your stomach with force before he just---let his face fall onto your ass cheeks

you have no idea why he has an obession with your butt but oh well

Rin:

Another touch-starved baby

But he enjoys your company, speak, the first weeks of you dating him were silent, but he always had a small smile on his face

but let me tell you- he blushed madly when you held his pinky with yours

it was actually the first time you touched him

boy couldn't breathe

what have you done ____???

However, as the days went on, Rin initiated the touch more and more, and after a few months came the first kiss, with him kissing you softly, but his lip was trembling

And a rin with a beet red face came to view

I think he'd talk very quietly to you, I don't know why, but I just--do, you know?

Like he only wants you to hear what he has to say to you.

and you love it

also expect him to buy you stuff you don't really need?

I mean, he means it in a good way, but do you actually need an owl plushie in all its natural colors?

"Rin...why?"

"I-I like owls...! ...and, you're my girlfriend...so I wanted to give you something I like.", cue him looking at you sadly, but with innocent eyes.

yeah, you kissed him breathless after that little confession

also like-- I don't think any of the blue lockers have a dominant bone when they have an s/o at first, which means that the boys would also be shy

and I can just imagine Rin taking many tries before he actually asks to hold your hand, or takes nearly an hour more time from his busy schedule to buy you flowers you weren't allergic to, but which you also haven't received yet

he's the type who'd try to bake you cookies, and only have a small error, like either not enough sugar or cocoa, or idk what

---

Okay and that's it! I hope I nailed it, tell me if I didn't!

Read you guys in the next post!

#rin x reader #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #sae itoshi x reader #blue lock rin itoshi #blue lock fic #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #bllk x you #bllk fluff #michael kaiser #kaiser fluff #blue lock kaiser #bllk kaiser #kaiser x reader #von kaiser #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader

[cactuscoolerr]

⋆｡˚. five more minutes - itoshi sae

• sfw

• notes: another thing stolen from my wattpad fics (´･ᴗ･`) ooc sae but it’s ok cuz i know he’s real sweet in secret. not proofread!!

• (more) notes: i’ve been writing some of the requests i’ve been getting but it takes me a little bit to get motivation for it. i always love getting requests so it gives me more to think about so please, if you want, send requests and i’ll try my best to get to them. p.s: any requests sent about rin will likely get priority since he’s my favorite so expect rin requests to come quicker than others (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

"you okay..?" sae asked softly from behind you, gently gliding the wash cloth over your thigh and all the way up to your shoulder. a soft sigh sounded from you as you nodded, leaning your head back against his chest as you closed your eyes.

your boyfriend smiled slightly to himself, bringing the warm water in his hands to fall against your skin and wash off the soap from the cloth. "feeling good, hm?"

"yeah.. feels so good, sae. 'm gonna fall asleep.."

this time, sae allowed himself to laugh softly, moving his head down to gently kiss the side of your neck. "we have to get out in a bit.. so try not to, okay?"

a soft whine fell passed your lips but you still nodded. "what time is it?" you asked, slightly turning your head so you could look back at sae. "it's almost nine" sae spoke lowly into your ear, making you shiver. "you ready to get out now?"

"not yet.." you sighed softly, looking up at sae as he looked down at you. "how about five more minutes?"

thinking for a few seconds, sae gave in and nodded. "only five minutes. as soon as that time is up, we're getting out"

you nodded and looked forward again, relaxing in sae's hold as he glided his fingertips up and down your thigh. the feeling was familiar again after the long months of going without his warm touches. it no longer felt foreign like how it did the first night you slept in sae's arms again.

something about being skin to skin with sae felt so natural. as if this was how you were meant to be and no other way.

"come on," sae spoke softly in your ear. "it's time to get out now"

a small whine sounded from you as you forced yourself to lean forward, allowing sae to get out of the bath first. your eyes followed his muscular figure as he moved to grab his towel, quickly drying himself off before pulling on his boxers and making his way towards you with a warm towel in his hands,

sae offered you a soft look before holding his hand out for you to take. "come on, then"

with a tired whine, you clung onto your boyfriend as he wrapped you in your towel, gently pushing the hair from your face as he smiled down at you. "quit with the whining already.." a small kiss was pressed to your forehead, making you slightly blush.

"sae..?" your voice was almost like a whisper so only sae could hear, even if no one else was around. sae hummed a reply, drying you off and rubbing his hands up and down your sides as he walked you to his room. "im really tired"

sae hummed once again, slowly taking the towel away from your body and allowing you to use whatever moisturizer you used while he went to grab some clothes for you.

by the time he came back, you were wrapped back in your towel and shivering slightly. the tip of your nose was slowly becoming red, making sae's chest tighten slightly. with a small smile, sae kissed your nose before taking your towel off of you, despite your low whine and failed efforts at keeping the towel wrapped around you.

"up" sae muttered softly, his eyebrows pinching slightly as he brought one of his sweatshirts over your head, being careful when helping put your arms through the sleeves. "you okay..?" he asked, looking down at you before gently taking your hand and kissing your slightly bruised wrist. when you nodded, sae knelt down, holding onto your calf as you lifted your leg so he could help put your panties on you. he repeated with the other side and gently slid the fabric up your legs, moving to kiss the bruising on your thighs before standing up again.

immediately, you fell into his chest with a soft huff and wrapped your arms around his torso. "im tired, sae.."

your boyfriend looked down at you, moving his hand to rest on the top of your head. "you've said that a million times already," you pressed even closer to him at his words. "sound like a stupid broken record"

"you didn't have to say stupid," as you spoke, your cheek was pressed against sae's body so your speech sounded slightly slurred. "you just added that to be mean.." you muttered and moved your head to look up at sae, finding that he was already gazing down at you. a small blush adorned your cheeks once your eyes met, making sae's face warm in adoration for you. it took sae longer to think of a response than normal because of how infatuated he was with your love sick gaze, but still responded in a way he always does.

"or maybe you are stupid," he spoke, looking away from you when you pouted, not wanting to fall for your saddened look and apologize. he knew your sadness was fake anyway.

when you stayed silent, sae finally looked down at you. your gaze was no longer on him, instead looking at the wall with your cheek pressed against him again. for a second, he thought he actually upset you, making his heart skip a beat before noticing that your eyes were closed.

sae scoffed to himself once he realized you were snoring softly, letting out steady breaths as your eyes stayed shut. he almost felt stupid for worrying so quickly the way he did. it made him realize just how much he cared about you. how much he loved you. the thought nearly made him nauseous, forgetting just how much he could truly care about another person from being away from you for so long.

he stared down at you for a few more minutes, just allowing himself to revel in your beauty and the sight of your dewy skin after the bath the two of you shared with each other. after another few seconds, sae was careful in picking you up, softly shushing you and rocking you slightly when you stirred awake.

once you were settled on his bed with the covers over you so that you were no longer shivering, sae sat beside you, caressing your face as he stared down at you. it was never uncommon for sae to stare at you, studying your features, while you slept. he didn't like to do it when you were awake or when you'd be able to catch him. he could never hide the blush that dusted his cheeks whenever you smiled shyly at him after noticing his staring.

its not like he wanted you to know how much he adored you. not yet at least. he felt that he would never be ready to let you know the full extent of his love for you. and even if he would be able to let you completely into his life, it definitely wasn't any time soon.

so, for now, he was more than happy to stay up way passed when he normally would before going to sleep so he could memorize all of your features and small details about you - like the way your hair perfectly framed your face, and the way you snored softly in your sleep - in secret to give him a peace of mind when he missed you when you were gone from him again.

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi sae fluff #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #sae itoshi fluff

[erosuguru]

Payback For A Damaged Doll

Sae itoshi X reader, royalty X commoner au this is kinda part 2 cuz established relationship/marriage, characters are 18+, Sae is borderline yandere but not fully, Rin cameo, approx 2.8k words

CW: NSFW, injury (ankle sprain), some dirty talk, oral f!Receiving, very minor violence like just 2 slaps, reader’s footsies hurt :((, no proof reading

Note: TYSM for the love on the prince Sae fic here is another part but this time make it horny, im gonna go to sleep and play games now

Sae prided himself on the quality he saw in things, weapons, items, artifacts and even people. He could tell a great deal just from one glance at the person’s stance, eyes and small movements.

When he married you he knew you were resilient and had a high tolerance for pain as you carried yourself with grace even as a corset crushed your ribs into a fitted shape. As a commoner you couldn’t have been used to these expensive corsets or high heels and yet you still held out in the painful ways of royal fashion all for the sake of presenting yourself in your best image and by extension, him as well.

Yet today, he saw you break

Sae had been leading you to the family archives for the sake of brushing up on your knowledge for a meeting later; this was just to be sure you’d understand the topic of discussion. The peaceful chirping of birds outside the windows as he passed them with you following behind him layered by the sound of footsteps echoing in the halls put his mind at ease, until he heard you let out a surprised noise, he would have thought you had tumbled down to the ground due to just a simple misstep had he not heard the familiar popping sound of a sprain.

His beautiful doll, struggling to stand properly as passing attendants and servants scrambled to help you stand back up, the sight agonized him. 

Sae shooed the servants as they tried to help you stand and he opted to picking you up by hooking his arm under your knees and pulling your torso up to his chest; a bridal carry.

“Bring a doctor to our quarters, now.”

“Yes, your highness!” One of the servants spoke and they all rushed off to either continue their work or attend to his order, he hurriedly walked back to your shared room- the only thing he heard from your soft lips were promised that you were fine that were immediately betrayed by a hiss of pain. He shushed you as you tried to complain again, knowing you were too stubborn to accept his help.

“Be quiet-“

“I promise I’m okay! It was just an accident! I can walk just- ah..! Fine..!” Sae felt his chest tighten, both at your bold-faced lie and the pain you felt.

“I’ve sparred enough with my brother to know what a sprain sounds like, you are hurt and I won’t stand to let you push through it.” His insistence silenced you, he was just as stubborn it seemed.

After he had settled you on your shared bed he moved down to check your feet seeing that a swelling was indeed forming around your ankle, he hurriedly loosened your clothes and pulled off whatever accessories or garments that would be a hassle for you however his movements were interrupted by your hand over his.

He couldn’t help but notice the way you flinched when his hands went to fix your legs and brushed over the heel of your feet.

“Sae- please, calm down for a moment, look at me..” you sat up a bit, not moving your ankle as he listened to your command staying in his place as your hand caressed his cheek.

“I’m alright, this will heal and I will be back to walking in no time! You said it was a sprain? I’ve had plenty of those growing up—“

“You don’t understand-“ Sae interrupted you and then himself as he let out a shaky sigh, pulling your hand closer to his cheek and kissing your palm “it.. something or someone caused this, I’m sure of it..”

His affections and theories intrigued you so much you couldn’t help but smile “and what are your speculations, my king?” You coaxed him to continue and he did so.

“… since you have been brought to the palace for me, to marry me, you’ve been so resilient…” he emphasized his words with a soft kiss to your wrist, his actions tugged at your heartstrings.

“Your stubbornness to surrender to the difficulties this shift has thrown at you amazes me, (Name). In all of your time here I have never heard a complaint from you, only questions on how to work around this life.” The way he says your name, as if he could taste sweetness on his tongue whenever he uttered it.

Sae’s hold on your hand tightened as he caressed your skin, he remained alert of his strength so he wouldn’t hurt you. “Which is why I believe.. you got hurt now because you have been neglecting to tell me of your pain, I do not wish to label you a liar but… can you tell me the truth, love?”

You felt guilt pool in your chest and spread like an unwelcome weed “… I assure you, I’m okay dear—“

“No- no, you are not! You’re!!…” he stopped himself from continuing as his frustration grew, he loved you and sometimes your dishonesty for the sake of not letting him worry only makes him want to shake you by your shoulders and demand you to be more selfish in your needs and wants, to recognize your position as his queen.

He stopped as a servant knocked, he granted them permission and they opened the door guiding the doctor inside, as the prince explained what happened the doctor confirmed that it could indeed be a sprain and explained a simple treatment.

The prince stepped out the room, unable to face his lover after making such an accusation towards you, he could feel you stare longingly at his back as the doctor began using a compressive cloth on your ankle. Sae decided it would be best to let you rest as he walked to calm his mind before talking to you again, he didn’t want his anger to get the best of him.

“All this for a sprained ankle?” A familiar voice spoke from behind Sae, he turned and found his younger brother Rin, hand resting his sword’s hilt indicating he is either returning or going to train in the courtyard.

“Leave me be, I have work to do”

“You mean digging into your conspiracy theory about how your wife sprained her ankle? That should be an easy solve.”

Sae immediately deduced he already has the answer, turning to him Rin would have grown concerned at his brother’s expression if he didn’t overhear your conversation.

“Speak, or I will make you.” Sae spoke through gritted teeth, he knew his suspicions were correct; something triggered this domino effect. You had always been strong in the face of this life so for you to suddenly get hurt like this was no coincidence of a ‘misstep’.

Rin was tempted to keep silent just to spite his egotistical older brother, but he only decided to tell him because he was actually fond of you, you weren’t an uninteresting snob of a royal and it would be his fault if something happened to you again.

“Well.. are you familiar with her dance instructor?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Rage, nothing but unbridled rage filled Sae’s mind and soul as a violent urge tingled at his finger tips.

‘I passed by the dance instructor’s ballroom lessons with her a multitude of times.. I assumed you knew of how harsh he was at scolding her or overworking her feet.’ His brother had reported to him the day prior, how has he never heard of this?

That rotten excuse of a dance instructor probably faked being polite and understanding to you whenever he would overlook your lessons just to stay on his good side, Sae mentally berated himself for never picking up on this.

Sae announced to you that you were excused from your duties to rest including from your classes, you wanted to argue as he moved about the room and wore his lavish clothes. He approached you and sat on the edge of the bad tipping your head up by your chin to face him properly, he couldn’t help but smile

“How are you this morning, my love?”

“My ankle is still in pain but.. I’m happy to see you have calmed yourself after yesterday.” He didn’t miss your guilty tone, concern riddled his features.

“I apologize for raising my voice at you yesterday, I grew scared and restless and took it out on you and for that I give my deepest apologies— you have every right to hate me for it…” he emphasized his apologetic regret by kissing the top of your hand longingly.

“No— it’s alright love, I understand, I would feel the same god forbid anything happens to you..” his heart twisted in his chest, even like this you would love him? He doesn’t deserve you.

“I have to go deal with a few errands, I will come check on you in the afternoon. I love you.” Sae settled a kiss to your forehead, getting up and bidding you farewell

“I love you as well!”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“… your highness?” The dance instructor was surprised to find the prince in the ballroom during your class time, the prince got up from his chair throwing aside his book.

“You’re late.” The prince simply noted, the instructor spoke again.

“Forgive me, sir- I had a problem this morning—“

“Did I say you could speak?” Sae immediately interrupted and circled the instructor slowly, hands clenched at his side as he watched the puny man as if sizing him up to eat- but he wouldn’t do that, vermin is too disgusting to digest.

The instructor grew silent and Sae stood infront of him, he wore an indiscernible expression that teetered on bored or disappointed.

“How is my wife’s ballroom dance technique, instructor?”

Silence, Sae grew irritated.

“Do you need to be told when to speak, like a child?” The instructor flinched at this and stuttered, debating on what to say

“W-well She is.. ah, a wonderful student!”

Sae approached the instructor as he spoke, he squawked random assessments for the sake of satisfying the prince and he could feel his stomach churn in disgust at this pathetic attempt to satisfy him.

The instructor was interrupted by a back-handed strike to the face that left his ear ringing and his cheek reddening.

“Do not lie to satisfy my suspicions, you buffoon.” Sae began “I know what you’ve been doing, I know my wife’s feet are in pain because of you, she fell and sprained her ankle.”

The instructor suddenly found his tongue heavy in his mouth “with all due respect- I don’t understand how I’m at fault, sir..?!”

SMACK! Another strike, Sae was tempted to begin punching the daylights out of him.

“You dare speak back to your king, pleb?”

Nothing the instructor could say would put Sae at ease, there is no doubt, this slime had the gall to overwork his dear wife and act as if he was doing a favor.

“The woman I love, the woman I married- your QUEEN has sprained her ankle as a result of your foolishness, I should have you hanged for treason.” Sae’s tone was dangerously low as he stared down the shivering instructor, every fiber of his being was screaming for him to break this man’s legs just like how he’s exhausted yours.

For a moment, his humanity came back to him as he remembered you lying in your bed waiting for him to return; what would you say if you knew he killed a man over you? He wanted this fool dead yet he knew his actions would transform into guilt and it would weigh down your beautiful soul. Sae can’t let himself do that, not to you.

“Leave this kingdom, and never return.” The instructor kept his head down as the prince chose the merciful route, so you won’t feel a splatter of blood on your loving hands.

A rational part of him wanted to tell him this was all immoral and illogical, but how would morality and logic serve him if you’d gotten a worse injury? It was a sprain now, what if it had been a broken bone or something more severe? What then? No, he had to nip the problem in the bud, all for the sake of his queen’s safety.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You received news of your dance lessons being postponed indefinitely due to your instructor having to move away for familial reasons. A replacement instructor will be provided soon, you were happy with this news, the old dance instructor was so cruel to you and you were tempted to tell your husband but you didn’t want to act like a spoiled brat, not after everything he’s given you.

The door creaked open, your husband returned to visit you right as the first hour of the afternoon began, punctual as always. He approached you with a small smile and kissed you briefly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “How is your ankle, my love?”

“The pain is still there but it’s more of a dull ache, thank you for asking..” you set down the book you’d been reading after setting in the bookmark, he offered you his hand and you accepted.

“I’m glad, I only hope the pain subsides faster…” Sae squeezed your hand gently, his gaze slowly shifting from the intense stare he maintained in his everyday life to a soft look he would only look at you with.

“My dear.. you know I love you, correct?” Sae asked and you nodded, smiling with those tempting lips of yours.

“Is there something wrong, Sae?” He held back a shake that wracked his body from a shiver, the way you said his name made him want to thank his parents for giving him that name, he shook his head.

“It’s nothing love, I just… I worry for you.. and I miss you..” he finished his sentence as he leaned forward and captured your lips with his, kissing you so tenderly as if you were a brittle rose. One kiss turned into two, two turned to three, now he had you laying on your back as he kissed your neck softly, one of his hands intertwining his fingers with yours and the other hiking up your nightdress.

“You’re divine, my love…” he whispered to you as he bit at the flesh of your neck, causing you to let out a sharp gasp that fueled his desire for you. He kissed at your neck and went down to your collarbone, stopping at the very top of your breasts and looking up at you with a desperate stare.

“May I taste you? It’s been so long, need to taste you..” had he been sobered up from the Lust he would have cringed at himself for this desperation but right now he didn’t care, he wanted your approval which you granted with a shy ‘yes, darling’ that melted his heart.

Sae was careful not to go near your ankle as he settled himself between your legs, licking his lips and moving your nightdress out of the way. He mentally thanked whichever servant helped dress you for leaving you without undergarments, holding your thighs apart as his hair tickled your inner thigh.

He licked a long stripe covering your entire slit in his spit, he repeated the action to ensure soaking you before beginning to suck and lick at your cunt like a man starved. Happy grunts from him and overwhelmed moans from you filled the room as your husband fucked you with his tongue.

“Louder, my love..” he mumbled between slurps, now targeting your clit and sucking to ensure your pleasure “I want the entire palace to hear you coming undone on my tongue…” he demanded and who were you to deny your king?

You ran one hand through his hair as he continued licking up your juices, desperate for more of you, your heart pounded in your chest as a familiar feeling bundled inside you. Sae could feel it, he could hear it in your beautiful moans, he shoved his face deeper between your legs licking and sucking with more vigor now.

“Sae— oh... Sae! Haa.. my king..! I love you..!” He could die between your legs as he heard your declarations of love, he tightened his hold on your thighs fingers pressing into the soft flesh, and licked at your clit rapidly, switching between licking and sucking just so he could have you drench his face.

He could tell you were close when your hold on his hair tightened, this was his signal for him to move his mouth faster and encourage you “mmmpf- yes, yes, cum on my tongue love, cum on your king’s tongue..” His words were layered with the wetness of his spit and your slick colliding with his tongue.

You stilled as pleasure washed over you in waves as your husband brought you over the edge, moving your hips as he let you use his tongue to ride out your orgasm he couldn’t help but smile, sitting up and making sure you were decent before crawling next to you.

Sae licked his lips to clean any residue left behind, sighing in satisfaction “Sweeter than the finest ambrosia~” he cooed and you couldn’t help but smile at his sweet words, tugging him down to kiss him.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x you #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi imagines #itoshi sae imagines #blue lock x female reader

[haikyooot]

Language of Love

Pairings: Itoshi Sae x gn!reader Tags: angst, hurt no comfort, breakups

a/n: let it be known sae fics are exclusively angst unless otherwise noted. 

There are five languages of love. You are fluent in all five.  

"I love you, Sae." "Why?" "Because it's you, I do."

Why? How can you not? It's all too easy. So deeply enamored are you, by his silken lashes. Each blink makes your heart flutter. Serenaded by the sound of your name rolling off his tongue. Satisfied by the feeling of warmth when you are in his arms. It's only right that he knows just how much you love him.

To begin is the language of affirmations. It's forever endless and bountiful. There are countless words to describe Sae. In more languages than you will ever know. Numerous ways you tell him in plain words how much you adore him. The beauty he embodies. The talent he beholds. If Sae counts the notes you leave to him, he'll even know that the words you write most are no longer your own name.

Governing all desire to be helpful is the language of service. It's in the special lunchboxes that you make while tossing another bandage wrapper into the trash. Crisp collars, freshly pressed not a single crease in sight. Driving to the next pharmacy because the only medication that will work for him is sold out. Thank you. That's what you know he'll do.

Next is a gift, the physical manifestation of your love. Words are merely whisps of noise, but this is the proof—the formation of atoms representing your heart. Yarn crossed and looped in a way that reminds you of your nerves when he's there. Cameras will see your love wrapped around him. It protects him, accompanies him as an extension of you when you can't be right next to him.

And the language of quality time, when every second is an infinite journey of joy. The moments you spend in a car, on a train, or on a plane. The moment before parting when he walks to the locker room and you find your way to the bleachers. The hours into the night on the couch watching game replays. Just having to be there with him, in the same space at the same time.

Finally, touch. The familiarity of skin. The sensation of heat. You caress perfection. You undo tight knots and replace them with soft kisses. Love is between the way you melt into him and how your fingers tangle into dusty-rose tresses.

Love. Is Sae. Is Love.

And that's where the end begins. It's a song in reversal. A hairline crack that's barely noticeable, but it's spreading throughout the vase.  Folded arms hide his hand away. A grumble after turning in bed. The shape of his back is an unreadable book. He seems to float away. So close, but entirely out of reach.

And the day turns to night turns to day turns to night. Time zooms by, passing faster than you can catch your breath. There's no time at all. To see him, you pick up your pace. To catch a glimpse of him, you'll try to wait. You stay up late. You wake up early. A weekend? Just an hour? His schedule never clears. Quality exists elsewhere, but not in time with you.

And emptiness, where there are no gifts. No reminders.  When the special dates come around, nothing special. Not even an afterthought. No proof, it's all just a theory, a hypothesis. Everywhere, there are reminders of him. There are things belonging to you. But the memories of "us" and "we" stop at some time in the distant past.

And weariness moves into your body like a speck of mold now consuming the entire fruit. Because everything you do is unwanted. You cut and chop and discard. Every attempt to serve what remains leaves you with nothing left. Scraps.

Finally, you wake up and realize that affirmation is actually spelled as confirmation. How can the vase not shatter when its base falls apart? Your suspicions receive an answer. The pleads finally come to a stop. He looks at you bewildered and slightly confused.

"I'm leaving, Sae." "Why?” "Because..."

There are five languages of love. But Itoshi Sae doesn't know any.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock angst #sae x reader #sae angst #bllk x reader #emi.freshtea #any guesses which hq character this framework was initially for? #im sooooo conflicted over recycling wips. some will work but others are genuinely custom tailored it has to be THATTT character and only the #m you know what i mean?????

[gojo-mochi]

My Lovlies~ (Aka my moots)!

Stephis✮⋆˙ My fellow curse fucker~ Sabo's Wifey (w/Toji hidden under the bed) Mahito is on the leash somewhere in the house too

My fav fics: TojiTojiToji Kenny and ME This made me a Kizaru fan

Quin✮⋆ Squished between Marco and Kid~ Love all the nicknames they gives to reader~ <3

My fav fics: Monster!Croccy.. Kaku+bondage+that nickname💦 💦  Bickering with Kid hehe

Lo✮⋆ Somewhere out there with Doffy~ Love her Slimeball stuff (I'm gonna make yall love it too)

My fav fics: Slimeball!Zoro Soft!Zoro (the duality) Freeloader!Toji (pls sir ill take you in)

Mama✮⋆ Another Zoro Lover! Also made me simp for Kaku alot...

My fav fics: Zoro&Kaku Costume bash! Kaku+GiraffeTongue.. Jelly!Zoro-ehe

Liv✮⋆ Working as Cora-san's Liv-ing heart (hah get it cuz--)

My fav fics: Needy!Zoro (my goddd) Prof!Nanami (mymanmyman) Young!Shanks

Sae✮⋆ My number 1 from day 1~ (your udders are mine)

My fav arts: Muz-Muzzle Nun!Nagito Fluffy Carnival date!

#softy talks to you​ (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) (•᷄ •᷅ ;) #softy moots (づ ᴗ ᴗ)づ♡ #if you want to be added lmk!

[leverage-ot3]

What are your k drama recommendations??!? I need new ones

omg my time has come thank you anon for giving me the opportunity to ramble about shows

I ended up talking WAY too long so I'm putting everything after the first one under the cut

all of us are dead- show about high schoolers as a zombie apocalypse starts. very funny and relatable, literally they call the police and are like 'have you seen train to busan?' bffrrn. has a lot of social commentary and there are references to the sinking of mc sewol (a cruise that sunk where the captain deserted it and left a large amount of high schoolers to drown). commentary about how adults save themselves first/leave youth to fend for themselves. one of my comfort shows and although they didn't intend for more seasons, it was received so well that they have been renewed! I am also an ot4 truther and sometimes talk about them on my international shows sideblog: @nam-on-jo

sweet home- (disclaimer: I am not caught up and have not yet seen s2 which came out a little while ago) honestly I have no idea how to explain this so I'm gonna copy-paste the blurb: as humans turn into savage monsters, one troubled teenager and his neighbours fight to survive and to hold onto their humanity. basically people turn into monsters for [redacted] reasons and everyone in his large apartment building is stuck inside trying to fend for their lives.

my name- I'm just going to paste the blurbs going forward because it's easier: Following her father's murder, a revenge-driven woman puts her trust in a powerful crime boss -- and enters the force under his direction. bro some of these twists I expected but others caught me off guard. I love the main character and am a little gay for her but I think that's valid because she's a bamf. there was a plot point at the end of the second to last episode that I really didn't like and made me very upset. narratively I get why they did it but it made me sad so I'm still pissy. might get around to writing a fix-it fic one day when motivation strikes because my girl deserves better things.

the guest- a detective, a catholic priest, and a psychic join forces to fight crime caused by supernatural forces. not to say they are my ot3 but they kinda are. (other ppl interpret it is a lesbian and her two bi/gay bffs which I also accept but. ot3 tho). LOVED every twist and turn and how the three of them go from not trusting one another to being family. genuinely one of my favorites from all the kdramas I've watched over the years and I want to rewatch it again soon

happiness (tvn)- The residents of a high-rise apartment fight for their lives against a deadly infectious disease while Sae-bom and Yi-hyun try to find the person because of whom the virus spread. bro I adored this. some characters annoyed me (which means they were written effectively) but it has so much. fake dating/marriage (they wanted a better apartment lmao). annoyances to lovers. mean/rude woman soft for sunshine man. what you will do for the people you love. morals and humanity during a catastrophy. *smacks show* you can fit so much into this. no but seriously, I thought this was a really interesting take on the zombie virus! so some of the time you come off completely asymptomatic and 'normal', so people can get away with acting normal and hiding the disease around other people, so the paranoia and mystery is REALLY amped up. had me guessing a LOT. sae-bom and yi-hyun are both cops/detectives and you find out really early (ep 1/2?) that sae-bom is immune which gives a really interesting dynamic that leaves her (to yi-hyun's exasperation and heightened blood pressure levels) to be kinda reckless in the pursuit of truth and salvation. I'm rambling now because this is making me watch to rewatch but yeah as a zombie/dystopia/apocalypse lover this was a good watch. it's more story-focused than violence-heavy which was a cool and refreshing twist

alice in borderland- okay y'all I am aware people had mixed feelings about s2 but overall I did enjoy the series. 'Obsessed gamer Arisu suddenly finds himself in a strange, emptied-out version of Tokyo in which he and his friends must compete in dangerous games in order to survive.' what can I say, I love a dystopian-esque setting.

the silent sea- imma be real, I only watched it for loml bae doona from sense8. 'During a perilous 24-hour mission on the moon, space explorers try to retrieve samples from an abandoned research facility steeped in classified secrets.' basically earth is in severe crisis mode as they run out of water to drink. water has recently been found on the moon, and although there was a mysterious tragedy that happened previously to researchers looking for water in a base on the moon, they have reached a level of desperation where they have another mission to look for moon water. mystery, paranoia, a couple of good twists ensue. I thought it was pretty good even though I have some mixed feelings about the open ending.

semantic error- yes I am sliding a bl into this list. bitch you thought. of course my bl-loving self would mention this (I forgot about it until I looked up good kdramas to remind myself of stuff I have watched). 'A strict, rule-abiding computer science major must work together with an artist with a polar-opposite personality to his.' confident cool boy meets bitch boy. it's great.

and of course...

leverage con artists- I would be fired from running this blog if I didn't mention the beloved korean spinoff of leverage. 'The series follows the story of Lee Tae-joon, a former insurance investigator who forms a team of thieves and con artists to target the rich and wealthy. The team was also formed to avenge Tae-joon's son's death.' I've posted about it before so I won't go super into it but it's VERY camp, a good time, and the ot3 is alive and well. debatable more overt than their predecessor!

other mentionables:

I tried watching kingdom (again for bae doona) but couldn't really get into it. might try again later because it's critically acclaimed (I think) and has even gotten a spinoff series

my roommate really liked mr queen. I didn't really pay attention when we were in the same room and they were watching it but it's fruity

the island on amazon prime was good! interesting plot but not in my top 10 or anything. worth a watch if you're looking for a kdrama to watch in your spare time. features girlboss businesswoman being thrown into a world of the supernatural because [redacted]. supernatural black horse man keeps her safe while keeping a life-changing secret.

let's fight ghost was a thai show that I saw and loved that was adapted into a kdrama called bring it on ghost, but honestly I couldn't get through it because I liked the thai one better.

train to busan is technically a movie but it's iconic and well-known and I highly suggest watching it if you like zombie/apocalypse movies. disclaimer: kdramas do not have the slow 'walker' zombies. they are fucking fast and the stuff of my nightmares. would probably just jump off a bridge if this actually happened ngl

I did think that extraordinary attorney woo was cute. I never finished it and know that there are VERY valid criticisms about the perpetuation of media portraying people with autism in the stereotypical savant ways. however, I liked how the love interest accepted her for who she was, loved her because of who she was and made efforts to accommodate and learn how to comfort her in ways that would work for her

business proposal was pretty decent if you like lighthearted romance- I didn't finish it but would like to at some point

tale of the nine tailed was another one that my roommate and I started watching but never finished. it was alright! just lost interest

shows on my watchlist:

black knight (netflix)- 'In a dystopian future devastated by air pollution, the survival of humanity depends on a group of deliverymen known as the Black Knights who navigate the wastelands using unconventional means.'

copycat killer-

hellbound (netflix)-

shop for killers (hulu)- 'A nephew who lost his parents and grew up in the hands of an uncle who runs a shopping mall faces a new truth after his uncle's sudden death.'

the legend of the blue sea (viki + hulu)- 'A magistrate's plan to release mermaids into the ocean backfires when they're caught by fishermen.' (legit I just miss mermaid media)

gyeongseong creature (netflix)- 'In the city of Gyeongseong in 1945, a group of young people thinking only of their own survival encounter a monster born of human greed and ask themselves what humanity is.'

dark hole (viki)- 'A mysterious black fog from a petrochemical factory's sinkhole turns people into bizarre figures; people who are not infected try to survive in this middle of pandemonium.'

the cursed (multiple)- 'An enthusiastic social issues reporter, fighting against the evil hidden behind an IT conglomerate, meets a teen-age girl who is possessed by a spirit and has special abilities.'

blood (multiple)- 'Dr Park Ji Sang believes in the sanctity of human life, and struggles to treat terminally ill cancer patients and save lives while at the same time being a vampire.'

the ghost detective (viki)- 'In this horror thriller drama, a detective who catches ghosts tries to solve the case of his younger sibling's death with the help of his assistant.'

possessed (netflix)- 'A smart-mouthed detective and a reclusive psychic medium join together to get rid of the ghost of a murder who was executed 20 years ago.'

connect (hulu)- 'A man is kidnapped and one of his eyes removed by a gang of organ hunters; his eyes was transplanted into body of a serial killer; the unwilling donor now has terrible visions as he witnesses terrifying attacks on the residents of Seoul.'

and now just because so many of these only have het romances, I looked up k-dramas with lgbtq representation... (some of these recommendations were from articles from screenrant, movieweb, this subreddit, herzindagi (bl-focused), allkpop)

schoolgirl detectives (viki)- 'Five teenage girls join together to investigate mysterious incidents that occur at their school, as well as help classmate deal with bullying, depression and other crises.'

be melodramatic (netflix, viki)- 'Three 30-year-old best friends, Jinju, Eun-jung and Hanju each pursue different paths in both career and love. Despite life's difficulties, the three friends can always return home at the end of the day and support each other.'

lily fever (available w/subtitles on youtube)- 'The story revolves around the budding relationship between Kim Kyung Ju and Jang Se Rang who meet when Kyung Ju can't find her passport and has to go to her friend's house to try and find it.'

love alarm (netflix)- 'In a world in which an app alerts people if someone in the vicinity likes them, Kim Jojo experiences young love while coping with personal adversities.'

nevertheless (netflix)- 'The story of a romance between a man who is annoyed with relationships but likes to flirt and a woman who wants to date but does not believe in love.' (wlw side couple romance)

#i worked on this while the other half of the screen was zoom (i was just supervising don't worry) and this post is now WAY too long #so i'm stopping here #jackie talks #about me #mine #asks #answered asks #anon asks #kdrama #kdramas #international shows #my recommendations #other media #read more

[pearlsephoni]

To Paint a (Still) Life

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Gen

Characters: Tomomi Masaoka, Nobuchika Ginoza, Akane Tsunemori

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In a world that grows bleaker with every passing year, Masaoka does what he can to immortalize the little joys.

A/N: This was written for In Time: A Psycho-Pass 10th Anniversary Tribute zine. It was such an honor to be included amongst so many incredible creators in this tribute to an incredible series! Thank you to the mods @/temporarilyunstable and @/shikkokans for organizing everything! The zine site went live on November 12, 2022, and this fic was originally published on AO3 on June 26th, 2023. Further author's notes can be found on AO3.

———

Every good still life must first have a subject.

The flowers on the bedside table were starting to wilt, the edges of their petals turning brown and brittle despite the still-vibrant colors clinging to the rest of the satiny surface. Masaoka let his fingers brush the dry edges, a wry smile curving his lips.

“I’ll have to remember to bring you new ones next time, hm?” he asked.

He received no response, nor did he expect one. These visits usually found him speaking into the air, his words falling on unhearing ears.

But still, he came. There was no fixing their family now, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do…something to ease the damage. And he wasn’t the only one.

“I wonder where Nobuchika found these tulips,” he mused, his fingers wandering back to the red petals. “They’re awfully pretty. I’m glad he still appreciates beauty in the little things.”

A soft sigh came from the wheelchair parked at the large window. The sound drew Masaoka to its side, where he took a look at his wife’s—former wife’s, he corrected himself sullenly—blank features. To his surprise, there was an almost-imperceptible upward curve to the very edges of her lips. The small difference was enough to bring some light to her face, and for a single bittersweet moment, she looked like the vibrant woman he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“You always did love red flowers,” he murmured, unable to resist the urge to brush a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear. “I never would’ve expected him to remember. Our son is more thoughtful than he likes to let on.”

Another soft sigh, and the feeling of her leaning just the slightest bit into his gentle fingers. “He got that from you, Sae.” There was a hitch to his voice, almost imperceptible to his own ears, but the sight of her thumb tracing a small curve along the back of her clasped hands told him she’d heard.

His eyes wandered from her gentle features back to the flowers, the source of her quiet joy. Perhaps he should immortalize them somehow.

———

Draw your chosen objects onto a canvas, taking care to get their shapes accurate.

“Ah, Ginoza.” Masaoka tried and failed to keep his surprise out of his voice. He had more success in biting back the smile that nearly rose to his lips at the sight of Ginoza’s mouth twisting. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“No honor, just news.” Ginoza’s green eyes flickered over his shoulder before snapping back to him. “Well? Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

That was more like it. Masaoka never knew what to do with the brief glimpses he caught of his son’s deep-buried insecurity, and the quiet manners it brought out. This, though, this show of superiority and power that he’d put on ever since he entered the PSB as an Inspector, was something Masaoka was much more familiar with. “Of course. Come in.”

He didn’t wait for Ginoza to step in, simply left the door open behind him as he made his way back to the windows, where he’d set up a new canvas and his sketching pencils in front of a chair. He sat just as he heard the door clicking shut and Ginoza following him. “Well then,” he said as he took his pencil back up, “what is this important news?”

Silence fell where he’d expected a curt answer. He looked over his shoulder, and found Ginoza staring at the photo of Sae’s flowers that Masaoka had taken and was now projecting from his communicator. “…Ginoza?”

“Ah.” Ginoza blinked as though he’d been dragged out of a dream. Masaoka could easily read the way he shoved his glasses back up his nose, knew that it was a way to stall, but he didn’t say anything. He simply turned back to his canvas, and sketched.

“…Our division has been issued a new Inspector,” Ginoza finally announced. “She will be starting in a month, after she has completed her pre-work training.”

“I see.” Masaoka finished sketching out the petals of the second tulip. “And have the other enforcers received this news?”

“That’s none of your concern.” Ginoza’s voice sounded tight, and Masaoka almost felt bad about his gentle teasing. “What matters is that you will all know when she gets here, and you will all treat her with the respect that a superior deserves. I’ll have enough on my hands showing her the ropes as the only other Inspector. I don’t need to worry about your basic manners.”

With his face safely turned to his canvas, Masaoka finally let a small grin pull at his lips. “Understood, Inspector.”

“…Good.” Another beat of silence, then the sound of business shoes clicking back to the door.

“I’m sure she’ll be an excellent Inspector,” Masaoka suddenly spoke up, just before Ginoza reached the door, “especially under your instruction. You don’t have anything to worry about, Nobuchika.”

“I don’t need an Enforcer to tell me how to feel about this,” Ginoza bit out, “I know I’m capable of doing my job.”

That was about the response Masaoka expected to get. What he didn’t expect was the soft, “…I’ll see you Tuesday,” that came right before his door opened and closed.

His small grin broadened into a smile as he sketched out the smaller branches of leaves. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”

———

Paint in the base colors, working from the darkest colors to the palest.

Akane Tsunemori proved to be a little bundle of contradictions. Where Masaoka had expected a no-nonsense Inspector, he saw the walking embodiment of nerves and an eagerness to please. Where he anticipated her to crumble under the pressure of having such a gruesome first case, she instead stuck to her morals and shot down their most intimidating Enforcer. And where he expected her to flee the PSB after a hellish first day, she instead dug her heels in and worked to adapt. And she did so remarkably well. He just wished that didn’t include her stubborn attempts to understand one Shinya Kogami.

It was unnerving how much she reminded him of both Kogami and Ginoza when they first began working as Inspectors. She was determined to make a difference, wanted her work to be for the greater good, and not just the preservation of Sibyl. And just like before, Masaoka could already see the signs of their work hardening Akane’s skin like armor.

But there was something else. She wasn’t becoming tough to the core. Somehow, she still held on to her sense of justice, still wanted to believe in the inherent good of both the people and the system she worked to protect. Her determined optimism was achingly familiar to Masaoka—he remembered seeing it light up his son’s eyes when he was first assigned to the PSB, remembered seeing it flicker behind Kogami’s smile back when he was still an Inspector…remembered feeling it burn hot in his own chest when he was still a detective with a happy wife and a newborn son.

It never lasted long, not in this line of work, and especially not with Sibyl breathing down their necks. He knew it was only a matter of time before it faded from Akane as well. And yet…he still found himself wanting to protect it—protect her—for as long as he possibly could. If that meant discouraging her from lingering too long on her fascination with Kogami, then so be it. He’d seen first-hand the way Kogami’s dangerous mix of charisma, intelligence, and focus could tempt those around him into the same destructive habits.

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you,” he told her, only to earn furrowed brows and a small frown in response. Ah, he realized, she really is cut from the same cloth. It didn’t matter what he said to her—she’d already made up her mind. Her wide eyes and gentle voice couldn’t hide her fierce curiosity and immoveable stubbornness.

Well…if he couldn’t convince her to protect herself, maybe he could find some way to keep her safe himself.

———

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The door shut behind him with a soft click. Just like that, he was alone, isolated in his own home—or, cell…he really couldn’t tell the difference anymore—and left with no distractions from the mess he’d just made.

He’d thought he was so much older and wiser, thought that he had left behind the wide-eyed idyllicism that had drawn him to this god-forsaken career. But here he was, down one pistol and one set of keys to his safe house. He had just sent Kogami on what was essentially a suicide mission, and now he would have to face Tsunemori and Nobuchika and all the others, and watch them figure out what he’d done.

He knew giving Kogami a gun and refuge was a mistake. He knew it. And yet…he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any regret. The fool was always going to pursue Makishima, no matter the personal cost. At least Masaoka could tell himself he’d done what he could to lessen that cost, just a bit.

His eyes burned with exhaustion and his stomach burned with bourbon, but he didn’t move towards his bedroom. He instead found himself wandering into the moonlit living room, flicking on a lamp on his journey to the easel that was still set up by the windows. There was no way he was going to sleep. He might as well get some other work done while he could.

———

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“Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, Ginoza-san.” Akane was growing used to the grief that had settled in her chest like a rock. It felt like her days were a never-ending parade of sorting through the things her loved ones had left behind—Kagari’s vintage tech collection, Kogami’s books, and now, whatever secret interest Masaoka had stashed away.

And yet, for all that she was getting “used to” the process, she still felt her eyes sting when she stepped into Masaoka’s old living quarters and breathed in the familiar scent of bourbon and paints. She could see the effects of being surrounded by his father’s presence weighing on Ginoza, and no amount of wry grins could keep her from noticing his curved-in shoulders.

“No need to use ‘-san’ with me,” he chuckled as he led her further into the salon. “You’re the superior, now.”

“I still learned everything about this job from you.”

“Not just me.”

The quiet words pulled her eyes from wandering around the room back to Ginoza. He was standing by a covered easel near the window, holding up one edge of the fabric to peer at the painting underneath with a small, sad smile. “He never finished.”

“Finished what?”

“This.” It was surprising, seeing how carefully Ginoza unveiled the painting, but not as surprising as what awaited underneath. Akane’s breath caught in her throat—she...she knew that painting. She could distantly remember watching Masaoka lay down the base colors so many months ago.

And the strangest thing was, it looked finished to her. The vase looked almost real from how detailed the reflections were, and the flowers looked like they could bloom straight from the canvas. “It looks done to me.”

“It’s not. The flowers, they…they look too alive. They were starting to go brown at the edges when he started painting them.”

“How do you—?”

“I gave these flowers to my mother. He must have taken a photo of them and painted them to let her enjoy them forever.” Something around his eyes hardened, and his fingers tightened in the fabric he was still holding. “He…he had plans and projects and now—”

His voice broke. The next thing Akane knew, the fabric was fluttering to the ground as Ginoza pressed his hands to his eyes, shoulders drawn up tight around his ears.

Akane had never seen anyone in the PSB cry. In fact, the last person she’d seen cry was Kaori at Yuki’s funeral. So she did what she’d done for Kaori: she stepped up to Ginoza, gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and didn’t let go, not even when she felt him stiffen. “Don’t,” she murmured firmly, “don’t apologize. We have to grieve for him. We have to remember him. We’re the only ones who can, Ginoza-san.”

He was frozen for a moment, his only movements coming from his shaking sobs. Then, like a drifting boat in search of a mooring, his hands fell from his eyes and clutched at the back of her shirt as his forehead came to a rest on her shoulder. “...Thank you, Tsunemori,” he whispered, his voice rough from his tears.

“Of course.”

Ginoza gave himself a few more breaths before he pulled away, granting Akane a look at his reddened eyes. “Um,” he murmured, rubbing at the lingering tear tracks on his cheeks, “would you…be willing to help me take this to my mother? I don’t know how well she remembers him, but…I think he was painting this for her in the first place. She should be the one to have it.”

“Give me the time and place,” Akane agreed with a smile. “I’ll be there.”

#psycho-pass #pearl writes #pearl's stuff #psycho pass #in time psycho pass 10th anniversary tribute #psycho pass zine #tomomi masaoka #character study #nobuchika ginoza #akane tsunemori #fics #fanfics #masaoka tomomi #ginoza nobuchika #tsunemori akane #psycho-pass fics #psycho-pass fanfics #psycho-pass fic #psycho-pass fanfic #psycho pass fics #psycho pass fanfics #psycho pass fic #psycho pass fanfic

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

Toasting

Pairing: Everlark, K+ rating.

Synopsis: One year after the revolution, Katniss thinks about the future. There isn't much she is sure about despite all her healing. But what she is sure she wants has to do with her Boy With The Bread.

A/N- At long last, an obligitory Toasting fic! As stated in a previous post, this is much over due. I love me some AU's but sometimes one has to just do a soft canon one-shot. Am of the headcanon Katniss and Peeta do marry offically, but outside of signing the paperwork the whole thing is small, for themselves and def not a traditonal wedding. The fluff is toothrotting but don't imagine anyone will complain. Hope you all enjoy!

This also reminds me I have another ficlet I gotta crosspost on Ao3 cause I totally forgot. So, that will go up there along with this sometime this weekend XD.

The one-year anniversary of the rebellion somehow comes faster, and so much slower than Katniss expects. It seems like no time has passed, but she also feels different enough that one could assume decades had gone by.

It comes on a day that isn't lost to any of them. Haymitch had not drank the day before, and she was up about an hour after Peeta starts baking prepared to savor the day. Delly and Thom come over, as does Sae, her son, and her granddaughter. Katniss helps Peeta cook at his house, which is theirs in all but official name. They talk excitedly about all the changes, good changes in the last year. What's planned for the next year in the small, rebuilding community around them. More houses, an official school. The finishing of the medicinal medicine plant.

As they eat, Paylor gives a heartfelt speech. Commending the nation on healing, on prospering after the defeat of the Capitol, and vows to help continue the efforts. It moves Katniss more than she expects and judging by the silence as they watch, their small group share similar opinions.

It's enough for the get-together to become a party.

Sae has brought a fiddle with her, and Katniss, Haymitch, and Delly are all encouraged to sing. Katniss laughs at Haymitch actually keeping up with the two of them, and Thom playfully dances with Saes' granddaughter, Hal. They are singing between laughter when Peeta nudges her, and gestures to the area that had apparently become a makeshift dance floor.

Heat rises in her cheeks. "I can't, I-"

"Don't fret, go on and dance Katniss. Me and Haymitch got it, right old man?" Delly teases.

Their dance is slow to start, but soon Katniss grows comfortable in his arms and they take turns pulling one another into different steps and patterns of swaying. It's uncoordinated but enough to make Katniss pleasantly warm from the inside out and a grin forces itself on her face. It wasn't like they didn't share a bed every night, but doing this normal thing together brings her a giddiness she tries to control and fails as they enjoy themselves.

They escape to get a drink from the kitchen while she leans on his shoulder. The thought of how much her sister would love something like this crosses her mind.

Katniss waits and prepares to fracture apart like glass at any thought that crosses her mind about her sister. Prim, who was taken too young and should be here. Should be relishing this freedom, the peace that surrounds them now. While a twist in her stomach does come, the hollowed-out part of her heart where Prim had lived ached, but she remains put together as Peeta opens the fridge and she leans on the counter. Yes her sister deserved this celebration, just as much if not more than any of them.

But just as happy as Prim would be to be here, Katniss was well aware of how angry Prim would be knowing she let missing her take away from it.

Peeta seems to notice her deep in thought and nudges her. "You okay, Kat? You can talk if you need-"

She takes his hand with a shake of her head. No, Prim was somewhere wonderful watching them…she wouldn't ruin anything by being miserable when she could manage it. "Nothing. Just, thinking. Nothing important. Come on. Let's get back so I can give poor Delly a break from trying to match Haymitch's awful-sounding tune."

He takes her hand with a snort, and they grab their glasses to go back into the living room.

__________

The next morning, she wakes to his gentle pecks on her nose and cheek. A typical morning would have her leaving the bed to go hunting before he truly stirs. This morning though she stays under the covers thinking even when he leaves to work at the bakery.

It's different than other days when she might as well have been chained to her bed. Her thoughts are even similarly centered on Prim. But instead of her loss or the grief and pain, her mind turns to what her sister would want for her now. What Prim would encourage her to do, without her? This time she considers her sister watching her from whatever perfect place someone like the youngest Everdeen would go after life, and what she would want to see her doing. Katniss was well aware it was simple, that Prim would want nothing short of her happiness, but putting that sentiment into action was more tricky.

Dr. Aurelius had said something like that. She had made a routine, had stabilized, and could function going through the motions. That eventually meaning would come from that, and she'd find something that she wanted, that she liked and looked forward to during her day and indeed further into life. The future.

Getting out of bed, Katniss lets the thought slide in favor of falling into the morning routine, minus any hunting. Showering, dressing, and going down to the kitchen where the breakfast she was planning to make already sits. A note from Peeta confirming it was made by him in case she was hungry.

A smile graces her lips as she slowly savors it. Then an idea.

There wasn't a lot she could say she wanted, yet. No solid plans for the future she yearned to make happen. Hunting, keeping herself clean, and able to connect to the small group of people surrounding her was was enough to keep her out of the dark placing in her mind most days. But she can say there are things she'd be happy never changing. Something she finds she has the desire to make permanent

The time it takes her to eat the eggs and apple Peeta set out for her is all it takes for her mind to mull over the idea to deciding to make it happen.

Standing, she goes to the counter and pulls a box out of the cupboard. The lettering spelling Mellarks Family Bakery on it and opening it reveals dozens of recipes. Pulling out one of the most basic ones, Katniss reads it and gets to work making the best dough she can manage by herself and splits it into two. By the time Peeta comes home the loaves had sufficiently been allowed to rest, and rise. Katniss gets shy when Peeta asks about them when he comes how greets her, and sees them on the counter.

"I thought, we could share some toast." That is all she gets out. "If you like- just put them in, and we can get a fire going for when it's done."

Peeta is smart enough to know exactly what she is asking. Toast shared by a fire means more in their District, and he recognizes it as easily as she would. Pinning her with blue eyes, his voice is bearly a whisper when he speaks.

"Katniss, are you sure? I will, in a heartbeat, but only if you truly want this."

She nods and kisses him. A deep and long one that leaves no question.

He can't stop grinning as he puts the loaves in the oven and sets a timer. The two of them rustle some small foods to eat with it- some fruits, and a bit of dried jerky of Katniss's making. Some butter for their toast. By the time it's done, the fire is raging while they sit on the ground in front of it, quietly holding one another with matching grins. An occasional kiss being all that disrupts the moment. The stillness changes and they can't be still when the timer goes off and they rush into the kitchen to pull it out.

When they pull them out, they go to dress while the bread cools- deciding the occasion deserved more than dirty work clothes and flour-soiled pajamas. Katniss dawns on a flowy, simple cream dress. Peeta puts on a simple dress number, a black pair of pants, and a white shirt. They try not to laugh or trip over themselves slicing the loaves, and taking their meal to the fire.

Without a word, they take two pieces of bread on pokers and toast them over the fire before buttering them, kissing, and feeding the toast to one another. Katniss had a love for bread, for the buttery taste of toast before but there was not a doubt in her mind this particular piece was the best she'd ever have.

"Peeta." She says, after swallowing her first bite.

"Yes."

"I love you." She rushes out. It still feels dangerous and scary as they fall off her tongue, even if they also feel more true and right than anything.

He takes her hand, kissing her despite their shared crumbs. "I know. I love you, too."

#Everlark #Katniss Everdeen #Peeta Mellark #Toasting #One-Shot #AJ Writes #The Hunger Games

[palimpsessed]

Well. Fancy meeting you here.

This is the part where I confess that, as some of you might have noticed, I did not in fact post a chapter for SAE last week. And also that I kind of accidentally wrote a fic for @erotic-grope-fest. Oops.

I realized that I left out something glaring in my SAE chapter and then was too busy to find a good place to add it in. I’m giving myself an extra week for it and will post next Friday. And it will be much better and I will feel better about it. Sadly, I also haven’t had time to finish writing the chapter currently in progress, but hot damn am I excited for it.

And yes, after doing way too much for EGF last year, I told myself that running the fest was enough of a time commitment and I shouldn’t make anything this year. But then a vision came to me and I very uncharacteristically felt like writing porn. So I did. It’s called Good For Him. First draft is done.

I think the funniest part of all this is that it wasn’t even the smut that made me want to write the fic and it’s literally PWP. Do with that what you will.

Unlike this post, the fic gets right down to business. I should, too. Here’s a non-explicit taste. Simon POV.

His hair is falling from his head like a jet waterfall into a pool of ink.

(He smells like a waterfall.) (I've told him before, but I don't think he believes me.)

...

He lets out these soft little sighs that make me feel like I need to bash my head into something.

...

"Mmm?" He asks, nuzzling his face into the hand I've still got under his cheek. He presses another kiss into my wrist. He keeps his mouth open while he does it, tongues at the vein that's sticking up, throbbing with blood desperate to fling itself into his mouth.

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#six sentence sunday #egf2023 #good for him

[giggly-squiggily]

Out of curiosity, do you have like an all time favorite lee or a ler? Dont have to be from the same anime etc. just someone you really really love writing for or reading about👀

Ooo, that's a fantastic question! Unfortunately I don't think I can give you a proper answer though? Thing is- my all time faves change up a lot depending on what anime/series/game/etc. I'm really into at the moment. I can give you a more or less current faves list though!

Fave Lees As Of Right Now:

Chigiri Hyoma (Blue Lock) ~Granted this one will probably be a fave forever lols~

Dabi (My Hero Academia) ~This man is moreso a ler but I THRIVE for Lee!Dabi kjrjajrkejkarjekjrakj Something about breaking down such cocky bastards is just *chef's kiss* delightful~

Akaza (Demon Slayer) ~TICKLISH STRIPES!~

Grusha (Pokemon: Scarlet and Violet) ~I'm having terrible brainrot over him right now akjerkajrjejr I'm sorry- he is my BOY (brassie is a close second though!)~

Dazai (Bungo Stray Dogs) ~Need I say more? Cause I will if prompted- no joke. I ADORE him as a lee akjekjrjakrjkajkr~

Fave Lers Of Right Now:

Tengen (Demon Slayer) ~Just: YES. Team Ten-Ren is always a blast to write; throw in Mitsuri and you've got yourself one terrible trio of entertainment~

Sagiri (Hell's Paradise) ~Not to be bi on main but ✨Women✨; I just adore writing her as a Ler. She's got the best of both worlds: the strength of an executioner and the secret playful side you get bits and pieces of when she's interacting with others.~

Sidou (Blue Lock) ~I don't write him enough. God my Ryusai heart is hurting, I need to make more fics of him absolutely destroying Sae (and getting kicked in the face ala retalliation) akjekjajkrjejr But no seriously he DRIPS ler vibes~

Geto Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen) ~LISTEN...y'all can't tell me this man isn't a ler. Even when he goes all JJK 0 on us, he reads such ler vibes karjkajkrjke I still love him as a lee but something about Ler!Geto is just EVERYTHING~

Douma (Demon Slayer) ~He's just- so fun to write wrecking people akljerkjarjejjk~

Fave Switches Of Right Now:

Hawks (My Hero Academia) ~Literally BIRB. I love writing Hawks so much; while I usually make him a ler, ticklish wings are just *multiple chef kisses*~

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) ~Season 2 has made him a proper switch in my eyes. Like- he kinda was already but now we get more SatoGuru moments and I'm pleased :) It's just so FUN to write him getting wrecked akjrekarjkeajkr~

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungo Stray Dogs): Another one I don't write nearly enough of but my god it's so fun all around aakjerjkaejkje Especially when Dazai's in the mix!~

Gabimaru and Yui (Hell's Paradise) ~My soft OTP! I could write them all day everyday! It's a perfect 50/50 split on how I like write them- though I really do wanna write more Lee!Yui cause she's beyond cute.~

Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock) ~Literally a tickle monster- I love him getting tickled and I love him doing the tickling! It's a great time all around when I get to write for him ajrjaejrjkejk~

I'm absolutely missing characters in this little list but these are the ones who immediately come to mind! Of course if you'd ask me in a month or so who my faves of each group were they'd probably be different (except Chigiri- he stays lols) but yeah!

Thanks for asking! :3

#squiggily speaks #ask #anon #questions :3 #tickle #tickle talks #fave lees lers and switches #special honor goes to Raihan ala Sword and Shield #by far my favorite ler of all time #if I wasn't so burnt out from writing for the game I'd bring him back #maybe in dabbles? #I could do dabbles lols #but yeee! :D #also quick disclaimer in case of any confusion #Sagiri is 18 by the end of Hell's Paradise! #There's a timeskip at the end of the series #Really the bi comment was about woman in general

[dean-samw67]

Watch You Sleep

Kang Sae-Byeok x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst(I AM SO SORRY)

Words: 716

(Take this Sae-Byeok Fic. I will apologize in advance. If it makes you feel better I cried too.)

You could still remember those days like it was yesterday. 

You could remember waking up, eyes squinting from the sun shining through the thin curtains. But you couldn’t complain. Not when you were opening your eyes to the most beautiful person you ever met. Kang Sae-Byeok. 

The way the light would shine onto her face, accenting her soft features that weren’t covered by her hair. You smile as you brush the hair gently behind her hair, in an attempt to get a better view of your sleeping girlfriend. 

You feel a shiver down your bare back as the wind from the open window blows in. It was warm air but it made you shiver nonetheless. You pull the sheets over the two of you as you scoot in closer to Sae-Byeok, wanting to take in her gentle warmth. Staring at her resting figure for a moment more you settle into her chest, listening to her soft breaths. 

Sae-Byeok, slightly woken from all the movement, looks down at you, her gentle loving girlfriend, through half-opened eyes. Seeing her lover calm and relaxed against her made her heart swell, remembering how this was the girl who taught her how to love. She wraps her arms around you, holding you impossibly closer. 

***

The dark-haired girl stared down at you as you slept heavily. Sae-Byeok smiled to herself as she took you in. Your bare form laid comfortably on your stomach, sheets just resting above your hips. Sae-Byeok runs her soft hands gently across your back, amazed by how beautiful you looked as you slept. 

To her every little thing about you was perfection. Even those imperfections worked together to make you perfect. She couldn’t help but always wonder what brought you into her life. How she got so beyond lucky. 

She loved you and would never deny it. She would do anything to give you everything. 

Sae hooks her hand around your side and pulls you into her as she lays half way on top of your back, laying her chin on your shoulder and resting her head on the pillow beside yours. 

This wakes you enough for you to let out a lazy groan before looking at your beauty of a girlfriend through your half asleep daze. 

Nothing was said. It was simply just two girlfriends taking in each other's presence. Enjoying the comfort that the other gave them. That in itself said so much without any words. The way you both would look into each other's eyes showed just how much you two loved one another. 

Neither of you ever wanted to leave.

***

And now here you sit. Alone in your living room as you read the letter the you found in front of your apartment door. 

Miss Y/N L/N,

I am sorry to be the one to tell you this but Sae-Byeok insisted I inform you. I can not tell you too much to ensure your safety but I am sure you are aware of Sae-Byeok's disappearance. I wish I could bear you better news on her. Sae-Byeok is gone. She has passed away. I am leaving you with a portion of money and the address to the woman who has custody over Sae-Byeok’s brother, Cheol. I am sure you two will still want to be in each other's lives and probably will need each other. I am deeply sorry for your loss.

Sincerely, Seong Gi-hun

You drop the letter as tears drop one by one down your face, staring at the bag of money you were given. Your hand rests over your mouth in an attempt to hush your sobs, trying to wrap your head around this. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. There was a pit in your stomach that made you feel as if you needed to vomit and a hole in your heart that could never be fixed. 

Your head turned over to look at the bed that you shared with Sae in your studio apartment. And your mind brings you back to all the days you two would lay together while having movie nights. All the nights you would stay up and talk to one another. All the mornings you would wake up and watch each other sleep peacefully. 

What once was your favorite dream became your worst nightmare.

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[itoshiexx]

compass points you home (closer to me)

you are now reading... LENA'S 1K MILESTONE EVENT FIC!

↳ itoshi rin + querencia (n.) — a place where one’s strenght is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

synopsis: after spending so much time thinking there was no place for him in the world, itoshi rin finally learned what "home is where your heart is" actually means.

notes: hi guys, i'm back with another fic for the event!! i decided to post the fics separately from their asks bc i feel like it really cuts my range. thus, this one was requested by @yoimyas <3 i really hope you like it, it is honestly one of my favorites out of everything i've written!

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rin sighed for the millionth time in a short span. although his eyes were seeing a nice view from the city and his body was comfortably positioned in the seat of the first class, he still hated the fact that he was on an airplane with six more hours to go. 

of course, he liked traveling with the japan national team for away matches. it was always like a new exciting adventure, even if it was somewhere the team had been before, and rin liked the adrenaline that only football could bring him. 

but that adrenaline only lasted so much — after every match, he would be drained and lonely in his hotel room, which opened space for the hollowness in his chest to grow. and he dreaded it. because whereas he was used to the sensation of feeling empty, the consequences were never easier to bare. rin felt unsafe, and there was nothing that scared him more than this uncertainty.

“what’s up with you?” he heard reo by his side, effectively breaking him from his train of thought. when turning around, his teammate’s eyes were curious. 

in fact, every other teammate nearby was dying to know why itoshi rin seemed so down, inquisitiveness oozing from their bodies. though no one was stupid enough to ask — it wasn’t as if rin would answer, anyway.

…or, at least, that’s what they thought. 

“i… just miss home,” his voice came out slightly scratchy, perhaps due to the air conditioner that always seemed to be colder on airplanes. everybody’s eyes widened, not expecting rin to actually answer. reo was encouraged to ask more with a slap on the shoulder from bachira. 

“you… you miss japan?” the purple haired male asked, confused. 

rin went silent, his mind wandering elsewhere once again. did he miss japan? no, it wasn’t quite that. he was never particularly attached to his hometown, and things didn’t really change when he moved to the blue lock training facility or even to tokyo. truthfully, rin didn’t really care where he was because nowhere felt like home.

it wasn’t always like that, though. kamakura city used to feel like home back when he was a kid, when sae would care for him and it was just the two of them against the world. even if his parents didn’t pay much attention to him, always focusing on sae’s prodigious tendencies, he still felt like he belonged because his big brother was there. when sae left for spain, the hollowness paid visit for the first time, and it never left after that fateful day on the snow when sae broke his heart. 

so, then, nowhere felt like home anymore. rin didn’t feel the warmth and safety a home is supposed to give. was it, though? he didn’t know anymore. perhaps rin never knew what a home was and only noticed after his brother opened his eyes to the cruelness of the world. 

there was no such thing as a place to call home. 

rin smirked a little, and reo thought he might be hallucinating. although the younger itoshi did improve a lot since his teenage days, it was still shocking to see his twenty four self smiling anyhow.

“why do you assume i miss japan?” the dark haired asked, a knowing glint in his eyes that made reo nervous. 

“uh… because it’s… where we live…?” mikage stuttered. 

rin sighed, and then his features became impossibly soft. all of his teammates were paying attention, and their mouths went agape, incredulous of the fondness on his teal eyes.

“i said i miss home, you idiot. japan is not my home.”

“is it france, then? you miss playing for pxg?” bachira butted in, making rin roll his eyes. 

“are you fucking stupid, bob-cut? seriously.” the said boy pouted, but kept paying attention nonetheless. 

rin wasn’t lying. japan wasn’t his home. france was most definitely not it, either. there was no such thing as a place to call home, because home wasn’t a place — it was a person.

home was you. 

you, who always had your arms open to welcome him back, rubbing his back and threading your fingers through the hairs on his nape because you knew how much it relaxed him. you, whose laugh brought him back to life when he was hanging by a thread and filled the emptiness inside him with the purest form of love. you, who was always so understanding, even when you argued, and managed to make him feel safe to talk about his feelings, to be vulnerable, to apologize. 

home was the soft plush of your lips against his, the curve of your waist under his palms, the texture of your skin every time it touched his and sent a spark of recognition through his veins — because rin is sure he has met you before, in every lifetime, and that you were his home in all of them. he thinks it’s the only thing that can explain this longing that he has for you, so deep that it reaches his bones; and, frankly, he doesn’t mind. 

after so much time thinking there wasn’t and there would never be a place rin could call home, a place where he could rest and recharge, a place he could let go of his armor and be his truest self, he is glad that he found it in you. 

every time the void threatens to swallow him whole, rin thinks of your smile, and how he would die and kill to make sure it never left your face. and, like his lifeline in a bottomless ocean, it’s the echoes of your heartbeat that give him strength to go on.

because, in the end, he gets to hold you and say, “i’m home.”

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[tenjiiku]

ok girlie i got u covered: 15 (cus i know u struggled w/ that one oliver fic), 21, 23, 34, 43 (this is v targeted towards sae), 45, and 64. anyways hope that cures ur boredom! take care of urself bby ♡

Omg hahaha thank u for this!! I love rambling on and on u know me so well <3

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

Lol 😭 That damn Oliver fic. It may never see the light of day to be honest. I sort of black out every time I write smut. I don’t even know how to classify it and I do Not want to go back to see what I did. In the moment though I feel like I tend to make it more visual and about the feelings rather than go into the physical aspects of everything. And realism is only important when I want it to be… though I feel like the smut I’ve written thus far isn’t really unusual compared to what is out there…

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I’d love to but I feel like I would be the worst co-author on the planet LOL. I only ever write when I get in the mood so I’d be terrible with meeting deadlines. I could probably try to reach them but my work would probably not be as good as I’d want it to be at that point.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

I am literally an idiot when it comes to writing anything so I feel like a fraud giving other people advice when I feel like I could definitely use some myself 😭.. but.. I don’t know.. I think one thing that has helped me grow as a writer would just be reading more literature. Not even necessarily fiction. I like nonfiction novels, Hooks comes into mind esp when it comes to learning abt the human condition.

At the end of the day, reading from other writers will help you grow your own writing I think. At least that is what has helped me be more creative with the directions I take my projects in.

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Omg five years from now I’ll be 25. I like to think I’d probably still be writing here and there. I’ve been writing stupid fanfiction since I was 12 and even when I’ve gone on a pretty long hiatus I always come back to writing in the end… hm.. idk.. I like to think if not writing fanfiction I will still be writing stories on the train </3

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

I don’t think I feel the latter for any character That much. I also don’t purposely explore the former lololl. Idk. I just like picturing them in love because it’s one of the most gripping emotions we feel… I like to study their character through such a lens. And being in love/pursuing it can be considered a form of punishment if you’re like half the characters I like writing about. So… if anything.. they (Sae) bring(s) it upon themselves (himself)

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Loll I enjoy making them feel a plethora of emotions! I don’t think I have much experience with making people laugh through my writing though. Idk as long as I made you feel something is enough for me :)

64. Something you love to see in smut.

Uwah. I’m not in the proper mindset to answer this question. Since I write self-insert… I would say… I really like it when the character’s feelings are also detailed alongside the reader’s. Not just as a secondary reference. I also enjoy it when soft instances like hand holding, a kiss on the cheek/neck are laced within the pure debauchery lololl… really gets me going.

#inbox #I was answering this then fell asleep in the middle of doing so LOL

[starryyuken]

eliminated — hwang jun-ho x gn!reader

a/n; me doing work and giving the show the content it deserve!! spoilers for squid game, excuse any errors, (credits gif to owner, shout out to @squidgameheadcanons, @philomaay recommend fic 1 & fic 2, @lovesquidgame recommend fic, @justsoth1rsty recommended fic, @saebyeoked recommended fic , @hexx-exe recommended fic for giving squid game content & inevitably inspiration for me to write one), feel free to reblog/like, interact and stay safe!

In which you and Jun-ho are star-crossed but not for long

Your’s/3rd person POV

The guards put you on a stretcher and brought you to a strange location with white walls and too-bright lights blinding your bruised, lack of sleep, eyes.

…Had you passed out? Did you just fell asleep? Were you given that gas from the one on the van?

They were talking amongst each other and clanking of metal on metal made you wince, then the smell of gloves powders made your throat dry. Where were you? What are they doing?

Then footsteps, what it sounded like in groups, left the room.

It was only you and the guard with the circle mask left in the room.

You couldn’t move. You didn’t feel like you could. Everything was felt strange, paralyzed, exhausted.

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”

The guard’s voice sounded different. No…

“Open your eyes if you can hear me. Please.”

Oh, you’re too tired to move. You couldn’t feel anything.

Warm pair of hands held on to yours making your heart slightly race. This feeling. This very familiar feeling. Only one person has ever and can do this to you. Or is your mind making it all up because this may be your final moment of living, you can’t see Gi-hun, Ali, Sae-byeok, or Sang-woo, or…or Jun-ho.

“We don’t have much time…Please, open your eyes. That’s all I’m asking you.”

You squeezed the guard’s hand and grunted. Your eyes fighting the exhaustion, then you focused on the sound of the pleas, the touch of your skin on another’s.

There he was. Your Jun-ho.

He looked healthier from the last time you saw him, and you noticed the cuts he had gotten from his duty was not there anymore. He had taken care of himself like he promised you. He promised you, the day before you disappeared without trace, that he will take better care of himself whenever you’re not around.

“Jun-ho…it’s really you?” You croaked out, throat burning.

Jun-ho gently cups your face and his thumb rubbing your cheek. His eyes wet with tears, yet he didn’t say anything to you.

“You kept your promise, Jun-ho. You kept your promise.”

He carefully leaned down and kissed your lips. His lips were warm, sometimes reminding you of honey and summertime, sweet and soft. Jun-ho pulled away to plant another kiss on your forehead.

“I looked for you everywhere. I thought…I thought In-ho took you away from me.”

You slowly shook me, not wanting to worsened the hard pounding in your head. “You don’t worry about me. You have to get yourself to safety. It’s…It’s not safe here for you, Jun-ho. Before they get you, find a way out and save yourself.”

Jun-ho always noticed the innocence and kindness in you. It’s both a blessing and a curse to have them, he’d seen people like you getting hurt in the end for the advantage of others. People like you would never survive in the real world.

“No, not without you. I will never…I will never leave you behind. I love you too much to think of think of myself. If one of us is getting out of here it’s you and will always be you. Don’t argue with me on that, alright? I will find a way to get you out. I love you, (Y/N).”

He reaches inside his pocket and fished out a diamond ring. The lights reflecting the precious metal, yet your eyes never left his.

“Something to remind you of me. Bring this with you wherever you go, that way I will always be there with you.”

Your heart pounding fast and mind scrambling for thoughts, “Jun-ho, why…”

He wiped his eyes and held your hand in his, inserting the ring on your finger then leaning down kissing your hand then your palm.

“I love you, (Y/N). Remember that I love you.”

…

“Player 400, eliminated.”

Gi-hun shot up from his bed, ears not believing what he had heard.

He then turned to look at Sang-woo, Sae-byeok, and Ali.

“You…you guys heard that, right? They killed…they killed (Y/N)? They were suppose to bring them back here. They were…they were suppose to…”

“Gi-hun,” said Sang-woo. Gi-hun looked at the man, his eyes were bloodshot and dark eye bags, “there’s nothing we can do. They…they must have tried their best to…to save (Y/N). You saw it yourself, didn’t you? Too much blood loss and…”

“Shut your mouth, Sang-woo! What is wrong with you? They killed (Y/N)! They didn’t tried to save or…or…” Gi-hun looked around to see everyone looked equally shocked to hear a player died outside of the game.

He ran to where one of the guards guarding the large metal doors and shook his shoulders.

“Hey, you murderers, what did you do to (Y/N)? Why did you kill a player unable to defend themselves? What kind of people are you?”

“Player 456, player 400 has been eliminated. Get back before actions are taken.”

Gi-hun then felt a gentle tug on his jacket. He turned to see Ali and Sae-byeok with eyes fresh from crying silently.

“Gi-hun, let’s go back. We don’t want that to happen to you, too.” said Ali. Sae-byeok nodded, silently agreeing.

Gi-hun turned to look back at the guard.

He didn’t say anything before walking back to his group with Ali and Sae-byeok.

…

“Jun-ho, you need rest. I will have my most trusted guards to watch over them.”

“In-ho, leave us be. I need to be by their side and no one, not even you, should get in the way. I don’t care if I starve or rot here. All I need is to see (Y/N) to wake up.”

In-ho puts back on his mask and left the room without saying another word.

“I don’t want you to worry. I know it seems like I’m angry at him but I thank him every day for saving you.”

“Jun-ho, but it was you who saved me.”

He went silent. He couldn’t comprehend it all at once.

“Jun-ho,” Your eyes opened to see the black and gold ceiling, then you turned your head to see your Jun-ho. Tears running down his cheek and his lips wobbling, but he held himself from making a single sound.

“Don’t hurt yourself to take care of me. Why didn’t you rest?”

He kissed your hand, “I just couldn’t. How can I, (Y/N). How can I sleep at night when you’re lying in here with guards you barely know and cameras with who knows watching. They could put their hands on you, replace the medicine with poison, put you back into the game. I will never let them get close to you. I won’t let them look at you. They will never be able to do anything. As long as I’m here.”

His finger felt the cold metal of the ring on your ring finger.

“You’re always with me. I won’t be afraid. Not again.”

“Afraid?”

You hummed softly, “Yes. You never left my mind when I got here. When I played the games, talk to the people, sleep at night, all that was ever in my mind was you.”

Gathering the strength left in you, you held his hand and raise them to rest on your chest. Your hand atop of his, you look at him, “If not my mind, my heart reminds me that every beat was meant for you.”

Jun-ho was filled with emotions that he couldn’t feel before and words he had never thought he could think of.

“(Y/N), what are you saying—”

“I love you. And for the ring, it’s a yes.”

He looked back at the ring and gently turning it over to reveal the carved out words on the metal band, Marry me.

He kissed you, gently, his heart bursting with joy and unconditional love for you.

He pulled away, to look at you in the eye, “I can’t lose you, (Y/N).”

“Hold me, Jun-ho. I’m here. I will never leave you. I can never lose you, too.”

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[gamblerslove]

As promised, here’s some more spicy Gi-hun content 🧡 I went for a slight canon rewrite to better suit the tone of the fic. Hope you enjoy!

Warning for smut and minor spoilers for squid game eps 7–9!

Summary: With six games behind you and billions of won in your pockets, you and Gi-hun decided it was time to celebrate.

Seong Gi-hun X f!reader: Victory

As soon as you heard the limousine door slide shut and the engine coming to life, your hands fumbled for Gi-hun in the darkness.

He was just as eager to touch you, and your trembling fingers sought each other through the blindfolds that had recently been placed over your eyes. Once his palm successfully cupped your cheek, neither of you wasted time leaning in for a desperate kiss.

The kiss started out sloppy and uncoordinated, and Gi-hun let out a soft chuckle before you repositioned your lips against his for a better angle. Suddenly, the kiss was lighting your veins on fire; it was fueled by both adrenaline and elation, tinged with the sweet taste of victory.

Because not only had you both survived the horrible games you had played for the last few days.

You had won.

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Only eight of you had managed to successfully cross the glass bridge of the fifth game and were set to compete in the finals. The barracks had looked empty with so few beds but it had also revealed secrets painted on the walls. You had all collectively stared at the familiar shape of the squid game drawn in pure black on stark white, another beloved childhood game twisted into something sinister.

It was obvious what the teams of the final game would be. Deok-su was already rounding up his lackeys, leaving you and Gi-hun together with Sang-woo and Sae-byeok. The threatening looks you received during your fancy dinner made it abundantly clear that you and your friends were not expected to come out on top in this battle. Regardless, Sang-woo insisted he had a plan — because of course he did, even when the odds were stacked against you.

It was a shame that carefully crafted plan flew right out of the window as soon as the game started and Han Mi-nyeo screamed like a woman possessed while launching herself at Sae-byeok.

And just like that, all hell broke loose. For what seemed like an eternity, everything was a blur of dust and blades cutting through the air, accompanied by the sounds of ripping fabric and fists meeting bone. In the middle of it, you could see Sang-woo getting stabbed in the shoulder and Sae-byeok escaping Han Mi-nyeo only to be sucker punched by a man twice her size.

Gi-hun had managed to cross the squid’s neck and get further ahead than any of you. However, he was now facing the consequences of his meager success, getting the living daylights beat out of him by an angry Deok-su.

While you watched the horrifying scene of your lover’s handsome face receiving punch after punch, Han Mi-neyo used your distraction to her advantage, and suddenly she was pulling you by the hair until you screamed and fell backwards. The woman proceeded to press down on your throat while you desperately clawed at her arms to get her to release you. When your vision started going hazy around the edges, you were sure you were going to die there that day.

And then it all stopped when a sharp whistle rang out to notify of the end of the game.

You coughed and sputtered for air as your assailant abruptly let go. Trying to right yourself and get your bearings, you finally looked up and over the battleground to see Gi-hun, battered and bloody and his chest heaving from exertion. His foot was planted firmly on the drawn circle of the squid’s head.

Han Min-yeo had started screaming about cheating and Deok-su had scrambled to his feet with his knife in hand and a murderous intent in his eyes. You only had time to blink before four gunshots rang out and the lifeless bodies of your opponents had hit the ground, silencing their big mouths for good.

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Gi-hun was still a little worse for wear after the ordeal but none of his injuries seemed to bother him. His mouth tasted of copper and he briefly flinched when your nose pressed against his broken one, but his hands and lips were just as eager against you.

"I love you," he whispered between kisses. "I love you so much."

You responded by kissing him even harder, pouring in all of your affection and desire as you licked into his welcoming mouth. Swallowing his surprised moan against your lips, your hands smoothed over his broad shoulders and hurried to slide the suit jacket off them. He instantly realized what you were going for and helped remove the garment — all the while his lips never left yours.

A limousine ride following a week's worth of deadly games might not have been the ideal setting for a tryst in the dark, but neither of you seemed to care. Your head was swimming with emotions that you couldn't quite place, and the only thing you knew was that you needed to touch Gi-hun, now.

You tried to unbutton his shirt but it was proving difficult in the darkness. As you cursed silently under your breath, his large hands fumbled for your face and eventually settled onto your blindfold.

Right as Gi-hun was about to remove the damned thing, the distinct sound of a cocking gun from the driver's direction made you both freeze.

"No peeking," a monotone voice said, distorted by the mask.

Gi-hun's hands slowly lowered from your head. Not about to give up so easily, you pulled them back and placed them on your hips instead.

"I don't need to see you," you said, blindly placing a kiss onto his face that landed on his chin. "I just need to feel you."

You emphasized your words by sliding your hands down his body to tease over the bulge in his slacks.

"S-shit," Gi-hun groaned, squeezing your hips and pulling you closer. "Are you sure?"

You leaned closer until your cheek was resting on Gi-hun's and your lips brushed against his ear.

"Some masked loser wants us to be kinky? Let's give him a show," you said.

A needy groan sounded into your ear before heated lips claimed yours once more.

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As soon as you had realized you had won the game, you broke out in an elated cheer, startling Sang-woo and Sae-byeok nearby. Gi-hun had looked up to meet your eyes, and you ran straight into his arms and caused both of you to topple onto the ground.

After a beat, the others had been beside you, Sang-woo offering praise to his childhood friend while shaking Gi-hun by the shoulder. Sae-byeok was smiling for the first time, a laugh bubbling up in her throat even while she bowed her head to hide the relieved tears spilling free.

Whether it was dumb luck or that dormant strength you knew laid inside of him, Gi-hun had won the game for you. His wide smile was bloody but no less brilliant as you kissed him. Not only had he earned you all billions of cash, he had also finally been able to save his friends’ lives.

There was no fanfare from the mysterious organizers to celebrate your victory, only an appearance from the masked stranger who introduced himself as the Frontman. He offered a monotone congratulations before announcing your prize of over 11 billion won per head. Afterwards, a few guards led your group back inside without further ado, and you followed them through the maze until you arrived at a road with two limousines waiting.

Gi-hun had kept looking at you with such genuine joy on his face that you wouldn't have been able to stop smiling even if you had wanted to. Sang-woo only gave you both a cursory glance before asking Sae-byeok to ride with him in one of the limousines. The girl had seemed skeptical but eventually agreed, and before the door closed behind Sang-woo you had seen him give Gi-hun a knowing smirk that made the man beside you sputter and yell after him.

You'd grabbed Gi-hun’s hand and led him inside the limo with a laugh, barely able to sit still through the ordeal of being blindfolded before jumping your lover’s bones.

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Your heart beat frantically as your mouths and hands explored each other. He was bolder than the last time you did this, unashamed by his wandering hands and the noises he was making.

A surge of arousal shot through you when he grabbed your ass and squeezed, and when you pushed him down to lay on his back, he went willingly. Now effectively pinning Gi-hun against the limo seat, a muffled groan escaped his mouth and into the kiss as you ground your hips down against his hardness.

You pulled away from the kiss and leaned back on your heels, the air filled with the sound of heavy breathing as you caught your breaths. As much as you wished you could see him right now, spread out underneath you and disheveled from arousal, the blindfold actually added an unexpected thrill to the encounter.

Gi-hun let out a sound you could only describe as a whine, a wordless plea as his wandering hands gripped your thighs.

"I've got you, baby," you promised, mindlessly fumbling for the button of his pants.

How could you resist when he was begging for it so beautifully? Your fingers itched to touch him, to wrap around his pretty cock just like last time—

—until his warm hands grasped yours to cut your efforts short.

"Oh—I, uh," you stammered, immediately stopping. "Shit, sorry."

Confusion and shame washed over you; you thought it had been pretty clear where this was going, but apparently you'd misread the situation entirely.

"Ah, no, that's alright," Gi-hun chuckled nervously. "Trust me, I'm not complaining that you want to get your hands on me."

You couldn't see it, but you could vividly imagine the boyish grin on his face. It made you smile in return and your already infatuated heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah?" you asked.

"I swear," he said, and then there was a warmth brushing across your knuckles as he placed a sweet kiss onto your hand. "But I seem to recall promising you a favor, a few days ago."

Blood rushed to your face as you recalled the encounter. A heated makeout and hurried blowjob in the bathroom stall wasn’t exactly the most romantic hook-up you had ever had, but you still recalled it with nothing but fondness.

Especially the part where he had promised to return the favor later.

"Oh,” you said, a grin pulling on your lips. “That favor.”

"That’s the one," Gi-hun said, a teasing edge to his voice. "So? Are you going to let me spoil you this time?"

His fingers toyed with the waistband of your suit pants and heat pooled between your legs just from the innocent gesture. You swallowed and nodded, before realizing he couldn’t see it. Finally, you settled on a breathless "Yes."

Undressing you was a joint effort in the confined space. Soon enough, you were laid on the limo seat and practically naked from the waist down, Gi-hun kneeling between your legs while his hands smoothed along your legs. His hands were warm and rough against your bare skin, callused from a week’s worth of brutal games and needless violence.

He hiked your dress shirt up to kiss your belly, and your hands tangled in his hair and desperately pulled him closer against you.

The last few days didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that Gi-hun was here with you, and that you were both safe.

“You took my breath away when I first saw you in the suit,” Gi-hun suddenly spoke, a low murmur between kisses against your midriff. “But I couldn’t stop myself imagining how you would look out of it.”

“Next time,” you promised. “Next time you can look as much as you want.”

He hummed against your skin and you squirmed under his touch. His fingers were toying with the waistband of your panties and his mouth was so close to where you wanted it.

“Please,” you whispered.

Gi-hun’s hands only trembled slightly as he finally pulled your panties down and trailed his lips lower and over your mound.

You let out a moan as soon as his lips dragged over your folds, desperate for any kind of stimulation. You heard a shaky exhale before your panties were quickly yanked the rest of the way down to free your legs.

His hand nudged your thigh and you immediately spread your legs; modesty thrown out the window as you unabashedly spread yourself for him.

"God, I wish I could see you," Gi-hun said, his voice rough with lust.

His hand brushed gently between your legs, a feather-light touch as he mapped out your most intimate parts. It was both sweet and infuriating, and you bit your lip to suppress an impatient groan.

When his explorations finally came across your hole, he let out an audible gasp.

“You’re so wet,” he said, dragging a finger over your soaked pussy.

“It’s because you’re such a tease,” you managed to grit out, pushing your hips against him to try to get some relief.

“I, uhm… I see,” he stammered. “Let me fix that.”

In an instant, his touch was gone and you almost wanted to scream, but after some shuffling it was replaced by his hot breath ghosting against your sensitive skin. You waited in anticipation, not even daring to breathe, until he placed a warm, sloppy kiss right over your core.

“Fuck, yes,” you groaned, hurrying to grab onto his hair.

Your reaction seemed to spur him on, and the next such kiss was even more filthy, with a wet drag of his tongue along your pussy all the way up to your clit. You let out an obscene moan and he echoed it with one of his own, seemingly enjoying himself just as much as you were.

Gi-hun was clearly determined to repay you from last time and then some, if the enthusiasm with which he went at you was anything to go by. He placed hot kisses on your dripping cunt between licking at your aching clit, and you felt your arousal growing with every little noise of approval he made while he ate you out like a man starved.

His breath was heavy and warm against you, coming in pants through his mouth. His nose was still clogged with blood after the game but he made no move to stop or slow down. One of your legs was flung over the backrest of the seat and the other he held up with surprising strength, keeping you spread out for him. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but as long as his heavenly mouth stayed on you, you couldn’t care less.

“You taste incredible,” he said between heavy breaths. “It’s probably a good thing you can’t see how wrecked I am at just the taste of you.”

You could vividly picture him, hair tousled and his chin glistening with spit and your juices, his beautiful eyes even darker behind the blindfold as his erection tented the slacks obscenely.

You moaned at the image and the noise spurred him back into action, dipping his head back down to continue pleasuring you.

He seemed to be done teasing, focusing on lapping at your clit with a speed and precision that you weren’t expecting. It made your toes curl and you no longer had control over your volume, wordless moans mixing with pleas of his name. Gi-hun was loud, too, like your pleasure was his pleasure as went at you with single-minded determination — similar to when he had licked the dalgona.

The sudden memory made you laugh, and Gi-hun’s mouth raised from between your legs, making a wordless sound of inquiry.

"I just started thinking about the dalgona," you said, another snicker escaping your lips. "Should have known you'd be great at this just from the way you worked that sugar."

He chuckled and rested his head against your thigh, the sound reverberating against your skin.

"Well, I do love eating sweet things," he said. He followed it up by placing a kiss on the inside of your leg, as if to prove a point.

“Charmer,” you grinned, fondly petting his hair. “Anyway, sorry for the interruption. Carry on.”

“With pleasure,” he said.

Picking up right where he left off, Gi-hun’s lovely tongue was back to circling and flicking over your clit with a practiced ease. You thought you noticed him briefly alternating to broad swipes of his tongue — not unlike the incident with the honeycomb — but it only added to your excitement and you could only tug on his hair and moan.

“Fuck, just like that,” you praised.

You were so close, already feeling the pleasure between your legs start to crest as your thighs twitched in his grasp.

“Don’t stop,” you said, pulling him closer against you.

Gi-hun seemed happy to oblige, pressing his mouth down harder while never wavering from the exquisite pace of his tongue.

In the end, it was the long, drawn-out moan Gi-hun let out that did you in. In an instant, the building tension inside you snapped and released, leaving you spasming against his skilled tongue as the pleasure crested in waves. Your moan was filthy and loud as you ground your hips against his face to ride out your orgasm.

It felt like your ears were ringing as you finally came down from your high. You barely made out Gi-hun's murmured "God, you're gorgeous" as he placed loving kisses onto your abdomen.

"Get up here," you tried to order but it came out as a breathless plea.

Nonetheless, he complied, sliding up your body until he was hovering over you and nuzzling his face against your neck.

"Was that okay?" he asked, his voice colored with uncertainty.

You giggled from the absurdity of the question. One minute this man had been confidently eating you out with gusto, and the next he was back to his adorable, floundering self. Had he really not realized that he just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life?

"'Okay' is an understatement," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. "It was incredible. You're incredible."

You pulled him down into a kiss, swallowing his surprised moan and tasting yourself on his lips.

“Is it my turn now?” you asked, a sly grin forming on your face.

“Ahm, I, that’s alright,” Gi-hun stammered. “This was more than enough.”

He shifted to try to hide the very obvious bulge you could feel pressing against you. It made your spent cunt weakly throb in interest; he had been so good for you, and you wanted nothing more than to satisfy him just as he had you.

“Are you sure?” you asked, “accidentally” pressing up against his hardness and causing his breath to hitch. “You don’t want to lay down on this expensive leather seat and let me take care of you?”

“W-well, when you put it like that…” he trailed off, his hips hesitantly pushing down against yours.

You pulled him back into a kiss with a smirk and he was all too happy to reciprocate. Your lips moved sensually against each other as you shuffled closer on the narrow seat, the passion steadily building back up with every passing moment.

Abruptly, the sounds of his quiet moans and the leather seat creaking were accompanied by a strange… hissing, coming from above you. Your brow furrowed in confusion and you both broke away from the liplock.

"What was that?" Gi-hun asked.

"Oh, shit," you cursed, pulling your shirt up over your mouth. “The gas!”

Gi-hun made a noise of realization before his arms gave out from underneath him and his weight crashed heavy against your side. You shifted to make him more comfortable, all the while breathing through the fabric to feebly protect yourself against the substance filling the car.

"I guess this makes us even," Gi-hun slurred happily. “G’night, honey.”

You barely suppressed a laugh at the goofy comment in your pressing situation. Reassured by Gi-hun’s carefree attitude, you gave up your fight against the inevitable effect of the gas in favor of wrapping your arms around him in a loose embrace.

A sloppy press of his lips against your cheek was the last thing you remembered before your consciousness faded and you collapsed onto the seat together with your lover.

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