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suashii · 6 months

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꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐸𝒴𝐸𝒮 — attractive things they do

info ⭑ includes: itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, mikage reo, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu ﾉ suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ all character written 19+

₊˚ପ⊹ RIN guides you by your waist. when you’re playing around and purposely blocking his path, his arms stretch out to take a hold of you before effortlessly reversing your positions with the click of his tongue and an easy, lazy smirk. it’s also one of the few physical actions he’ll display in public, preferring it over holding hands or slinging an arm around your shoulders. he can see you this way, keep you in his sights. when you’re not paying any mind to your surroundings and nearly walk into traffic, he pulls you into him and gives you a squeeze, leaning down to whisper “be careful” against your skin. you jump at his touch and the feel of his breath tickling your ear, cheeks burning with the reminder of where his hands were roaming and exploring the night before.

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU walks around the apartment in sweatpants that hang incredibly low on his hips. your focus shifts from the pot of water you’re waiting to boil to ryusei as he pads into the kitchen after finishing his shower. beads of water drip from his hair onto his bare chest and roll down his tanned skin until they reach his v-line. you don’t realize the water on the stove has come to a boil until shidou clears his throat, jerking his head at the stove. “you’re staring real hard, pretty,” he drawls with a lazy grin. it only takes a few strides for him to close the gap between the two of you. his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place as fuchsia eyes filled with mischief stare down at your figure. “something more you wanna see?”

₊˚ପ⊹ OLIVER intently stares at your lips whenever you’re talking. to be fair, each conversation starts with his eyes on yours but they always happen to drift down to your mouth. he takes in their natural pout and the subtle shine that your chapstick leaves behind on them. eventually, his mind begins to wander. he thinks about how soft they would feel sucking hickeys onto the pulse of his neck and across his collarbone or wrapped around the head of his—"are you even listening?“ you ask with crossed arms, the corners of your lips turnings down in a frown. "of course i am,” he tells you, finally dragging his gaze up to your eyes. “i just hear you better this way, that’s all.”

₊˚ପ⊹ REO puts his hands over yours every time you reach for your wallet to pay. he can feel the way your fingers wriggle beneath his palm, but he ignores the movement, intertwining his fingers with yours while he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier. he’s got more money to his name than he knows what to do with, so it only makes sense for him to spoil you. he might smile and breathe out a laugh when you slap his shoulder and frown, sulking about how you feel bad for spending all his money, but he hears you. if you really feel like paying him back, he can think of a couple of ways you could do so—some that are better suited taking place in the bedroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ KAISER tilts your chin up with his finger whenever you refuse to look at him. it shouldn’t surprise you, seeing him offer fans smiles and hugs, but you can’t help but think about it when the two of you are taking your leave. “are you seriously mad?” he asks from beside you, and it wouldn’t have upset you if he didn’t laugh like it was unreasonable. you scoff and roll your eyes but before you’re able to make it any closer to the door, you’re being tugged back. all too suddenly, kaiser is in front of you, his hooked finger angling your head up and forcing you to meet his azure gaze. “you know i only have eyes for you, right?” he murmurs, like his words are meant for you and you alone. he’ll show you that his statement holds true when you get home.

₊˚ପ⊹ YUKIMIYA uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe away his sweat. on the occasion that you accompany him to a weekend practice or individual workout, you tend to look out for it. after the intense training when he’s cooling down, you watch attentively as he drags the hem of his shirt across his upper lip to collect the beads of perspiration. the motion leaves his abdomen exposed, putting the defined lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair peeking out from his shorts on display. your staring isn’t as discreet as you think it is but yukimiya doesn’t mind it. even after he catches you gawking, he keeps his shirt pulled up so as to not interrupt your view. when finally do look up at him, he’s peering at you over his glasses, tongue running along his lower lip.

hey! it's manon :3 ! thank you for giving this a read! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! much love from me to you ❤︎

#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: blue lock #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #shidou x reader #oliver x reader #reo x reader #kaiser x reader #yukimiya x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #bllk drabbles #bllk smut #blue lock smut

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crystalflygeo · 3 months

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How to Warm Up your Dragon ft Zhongli + fem!reader

cw/tags: ngl this is MOSTLY VERY FLUFFY but it has a veeeery spicy part ehehehehe, praise kink, biting, bit of rough sex, creampie, dirty talk. Reader is technically Fontainian but you can ignore that tbh

notes: Y'ALL THIS HAS BEEN ON MY WIPS SINCE BEFORE FONTAINE IT'S BEEN SOSOSOSOSO LONG I started writing at the start of winter here, now it's summer lmao but hey at least it's winter in the northern hemisphere so... enjoy the snow and dragon man!! Also also... no one guessed what the gift was but Rin was the closest!

Your mother always used to say the way to a man's heart was with food.

you wonder if that applied to archons... er, dragons? adepti?

In any case...

Zhongli has always been a... particular eater. A very refined palate. It's not that he was hard to please, to tell the truth. But he always seemed to have an extra comment, something to add or change to a dish to make it ‘a little more special’.

But you'd quickly find out he had a soft spot for broths and soups, bamboo shoot soup being his particular favorite. Even when it took a lot of hard work and time to prepare, the way he did so was worth it, simply spectacular.

That's why you could almost cry with joy when he happily praised one of your favorite dishes. A fantastic soup d'oignon passed down on your family. Nothing to add, no extras or corrections, he'd enjoy it to its fullest talking about the creamy texture and unique flavor of the cheese so different from those found in Liyue.

So, today you decided to prepare it. Nothing better to warm up on this chilly season, and besides you'd just received a shipment of ingredients from your family.

The rhythm of a knife on a cutting board fills the air, along with a delicious smell. You finish slicing the onions into thin strips and add them to the pot at the stove, humming lightly while stirring. You really hope nothing would keep your dear Zhongli too busy today, so he could be just in time to enjoy this while still fresh and warm.

You turn off the other burner as the beef stock had already warmed up, and start washing some dishes while keeping an eye on the food. It is… rather amusing just how domestic this all feels. Not too long ago you were adventuring over Teyvat, facing off all sorts of crazy dangers, exploring, and never stopping in one place and now… now this feels like home.

And that is without taking into account who your fiancé even is. The former Geo Archon. You shake your head with a light chuckle. It’s still so weird to think of such an imposing figure from legends to be so… him.

You dry your hands and start to pour the broth on the now-golden onions, stirring.

Zhongli is sweet, caring, attentive, wise, with just the right words at the right time. Admittedly a bit airheaded at times, funny when he wants to be. A refined gentleman through and through unlike anyone you’d ever met.

And he loves you.

And you’re engaged.

Warmth rises up to your cheeks along with a small smile as you lower the heat and start grating the cheese.

You heard sounds at the front door and then steps. Oh, early today. Zhongli walks up to you with a smile, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, his hands resting at your waist as he leans in from over your shoulder. “Welcome home, Li.”

“Thank you” He replies in that deep suave voice. “That smells good my love, would you like some help finishing?”

You shake your head a little. “Please, there’s no need, you just got home. Go take a bath and unwind a little, I’ll finish here and we’ll eat.”

Zhongli looks as if he’s about to say something but simply nods. “Hmm, alright then.” He pulls you a little closer in his embrace, as if he’d missed your contact, your scent. Zhongli inhales deeply, tension seeping off of his body and he gives a soft kiss at your shoulder before almost regretfully pulling away. You chuckle a little and stir the pan.

How domestic and loving indeed.

…

Later when the food is ready and served, he returns to the small kitchen dressed in much more casual and comfier robes. Your eyes linger a little on the small expanse of exposed skin at his neck and chest and then stop at the way his long hair is tied up in a bun.

“Not washing your hair today?” You ask casually, taking your seat.

“I… Perhaps I have gotten rather used you doing it. I simply didn’t feel like it.”

You can’t help the short laugh that escapes you, even as you try to cover it a little. “Is this your way of saying you wanted me to bathe with you?”

His golden eyes twinkle. “I would certainly enjoy indulging in that more often.”

Your cheeks flush and you avert your eyes.

He takes a spoonful of soup and hums, closing his eyes to appreciate the flavors. “The finest ingredients cooked with true expertise. Simply divine, my love, thank you.”

“Flatterer.” You say, a little embarrassed but he can see right thought it, your little grin, the little shift in your posture.

“I am simply stating the truth.” He replies and continues eating. You can see his shoulders relax and the small satisfied smile at the warm food, it makes you a little giddy as you start eating as well.

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bundling up during winter was obvious, right?

Putting on layers and layers of clothes. And true, perhaps Liyue didn't get as cold as other nations such as Fontaine, Mondstadt or of course Snezhnaya, but maybe it was exactly for that reason the temperature drop seemed to affect everyone all the more. Besides, the people would take any excuse to show off their fancy coats, scarves and other cold-climate outfits.

Zhongli naturally wore many layers, and he did mention once or twice he wasn't as affected by the cold. Yet, his business partner had gifted him a thick snezhnayan cloak.

The thing was entirely ridiculous, too bulky with a fluffy overtop, the colors dark and cool not matching Zhongli at all.

And yet he'd used it! (Only twice... but still)

You were not jealous, not at all.

You just wanted to... give him something he'd also enjoy and wear around, yes. Something personal, something he’d like and look at and remember you.

But what?

Ugh, it’s not like you were really well versed in sewing. Back at home you’d even had some machinery for that, but here in Liyue… you wracked your brain thinking what could you give him. He had quite a few elegant outfits, fitting him perfectly and enhancing all his attributes, all personally tailored by one of his late Yaksha so they held immense sentimental value as well… how could you compete with that?!

Right, right, it was not a competition. You sigh. Zhongli will probably be happy with anything you give him, but still…

An idea pops into your head and you can’t help but chuckle. Oh, it’s so silly… but maybe…

Simple enough, personal, something he’d use during the cold season only around you. Could work, you decided as you pick up your things to go visit the textile shop.

If nothing else, it could at least get a good chuckle out of Zhongli, right?

And so, for a few days you work on your little project. Turns out sewing was indeed a little harder than expected but you were trying your best. The kind lady who’d sold you some excellent wool had also given you some tips and they proved to be most useful indeed!

Regrettably you didn’t exactly have the right measurements so you more or less eyeballed them. Eh. It’ll be fine…

Zhongli almost came close to finding out too, though you were inconspicuous enough. You’re sure he suspects something.

“It will all be worth it, it will all be worth it…” You mumble to yourself with a frown as you finish trimming one of the stitches. Your fingers hurt.

…

“Li! I have something for you!” You exclaim happily, hands behind your back holding the wrapped-up item you had worked so hard on. An excited glow on your smile and bright eyes.

“Oh? Am I going to finally see what you’ve been guarding to secrecy this past week?” He replies coolly with a knowing smile, amusement dancing on his tone as he places his teacup down.

Nothing escapes him.

“Yes” You present him the gift, your hands then fidget nervously, having nothing else to do now. “I hope you like it! It’s… my first time doing something like this… i-it may not be that good, it’s kind of silly but-”

“Darling please do not fret, I would love anything you give me.”

Your shoulders relax.

Zhongli unwraps the paper and finds a rich dark brown fabric staring back at him, he picks the item and opens it, trying to gauge its shape, thick wool, a little rough around the edges but you did mention it was your first try and he is honored enough you’d make such effort for him.

However…

What is it exactly?

He turns the item around trying not to show too much confusion on his face as to insult you or make you feel bad, it looks like… a severely oversized legwarmer?

“It’s…” You start, feeling a little shy and silly once more. “…for your tail.”

Recognition shines in his eyes and he blinks at the item.

“You- I know you like to let loose a little around the house and let your illuminated beast features show, I love you tail too but I know… the scales get cold easily a-and usually we just bundle up with a blanket but I thought-”

“I love it.”

You stop running your mouth as soon as he utters those words, Zhongli looks at you with a gentle calm and your heart could melt at the sincerity in his expression. “No one had ever made something like this for me.”

He stands and unfurls the item, then, in a flash of gold his dragon tail manifests, majestic as ever and swaying lazily, the tuft of fur at the end flickering with each move. He maneuvers a little to slip the ‘tailwarmer’ on and though it sags a little, much to your relief it at least fits nicely. There is a yellow diamond pattern near the base that you’d started working on but deemed too difficult for a first try. It was a cute little detail though, maybe next time.

“Warm and cozy.” He chuckles and you beam at him, before letting out a squeak as said dragon tail curls around you, pressing your forward against his chest.

“Thank you, my love.” He cups your face and kisses your forehead.

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The air is hot and heavy as soft moans and grunts fill the room.

Well, this was certainly a way to warm up… and get some good cardio.

You pant and squirm on the plush surface of a heavenly mattress as the familiar weight of the ex-archon descends upon you. His arms going from a golden orange hue to a deep charcoal, lines of gold thrumming across his skin, glowing softly in periodic pulses up strong muscular arms. Golden horns rise from soft brown hair curled at the tips, two on each side like a crown, while a powerful scaly tail wraps around your calf holding your leg up, spread.

This is Rex Lapis. Morax. Any other number of names he had. This is the Geo Archon.

“Zhongliii!” You whine, his hands caressing your body, claws teasing along your skin, pinching a nipple, fangs grazing your collarbone and a long serpentine tongue licking a hot stripe across your neck.

The head of his cock teases at your entrance, already rock hard and burning like a brand, your hips canting for more. For him to finally fill you, to feel his thick overwhelming girth stretch you, breed you… you want to be filled so full it overflows, so that it dribbles down your thighs and ass in thick, slick rivulets of his love.

“Patience my love.”

You whimper and jerk at that, about to cry out for him again when he rolls his hips and sinks in your warm hole. Your breath catches in your throat as your head throws back on the soft feather pillows.

He pushes into you inch by inch, carving a space for himself with a soft rumbling groan. His lips seek yours as his hands slide to your hips and press hard enough to bruise. His kiss devouring, all-consuming with need as he bottoms inside you, hips pressed flush.

Gods you feel so full, stretched and filled every inch and then some, and he doesn’t allow you a moment to pause and adjust either. A beast of a man in the best of ways, he withdraws halfway, only to slam forward in a fluid firm thrust.

“Mng-! Ah!”

“Mine. All mine. S-so warm and thigh- nghh…”

His pace starts slow, his voice alone enough to drive you crazy with how deep, carnal, animalistic it is against your neck. Sharp canines teasing the elegant column of your throat as he moves.

“Oh! so good… Li… f-faster… faster ple-ahhn!” Your voice pitches high as you babble, pleasure coiling on your gut.

“As- you desire…” Strained words still sounding like the very embodiment of sex, his voice so sinfully deep, so erotic it washes over you like liquid silk, like molten gold, only heightening the sensations of his quickening pace. In and out, in and out, skin slapping on skin. “You’re… you’re so perfect for me-”

You take him so well, your legs spread wide, your back arched, your insides molded to his length, enveloping him in the most mind-blowing of heats. The bed creaking as Zhongli delivers another powerful thrust, hitting a sweet spot deep within you and making you elicit a sharp keening sob of a moan. Your hands scrambling from the sheets to seek purchase at his back, curled up under his arms to scratch viciously trying to hold onto something, anything as he drives into you thrust after thrust after thrust-

“I’m- I’m gon-ahnn! Z-Zhongli… ooohh!”

Fuck you are close. So, so close…

He nips at the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. “Almost there… little one.” He huffs between strained grunts and you whimper at the pet name. Golden claws sink on the bedsheets, gripping thigh for leverage as he moves faster, frantic, hips like pistons he fucks into you like a wild animal, the bed rocking, shaking with each thrust. “C-close…”

You mewl and moan, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore but just feel the hot burning pleasure, his warm puffs of breath on your skin, your sweating bodies dampening the sheets and you desperately want to feel his warm seed inside you, filled to the brim with his creamy cum.

“Pleasepleaseplease i-in! In-s-ahh!” You come with a sharp cry, vision blurring, muscles clenching, your insides squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

It was enough, the tipping point for the dragon, his thrusts shallowing out until he ruts as deep as he can and shoots his load inside you with a guttural groan. Thick spurts pumping inside you before it pools out around his own cock, leaking from your body until there’s nothing left to give.

Everything is hot… so hot… the air heavy and musky with the scent of sex…

…

Zhongli slumps softly atop your body after what feels like ana eternity, his cock still comfortably nestled within your slick walls, cushioned by fluttering muscles. You lay beneath him, sweaty and shivering, breathless, chest raising and falling rapidly in small gasps as you struggle to catch your breath but oh, how you took his away…

Beautiful, truly… your half-lidded eyes glazed over, barely able to open admits your exhaustion, but still able to whimper soft little moans as he trails fluttering reverent kisses along your neck and collarbone. Soft, chaste, loving and tender touches.

“Ahhn… mmm…” He chuckles softly at the endearing sounds you make as he eases out of you, the subtle friction enough to sent fire to your nerves, followed by a strange emptiness that mellows down to buzzing contentment.

He lies to the side and pulls you close towards his chest, his tail finally letting your now sore leg rest, uncoiling from it to curl around you both, you settle there with a sigh, eyes sliding shut. “So good for me.” Zhongli gently brushes some hair away from your face and places a kiss at the crown of your head, resting his chin there. “Rest now, dear.”

“Mn.”

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You smile as Zhongli places the two steaming teacups on the table before scooting over and welcoming him with the blanket surrounding you. He settles on the couch with you cuddling close and passing the book on your hands to him. Your fingers brush and he sets the book on his lap before taking your hands on his, cradling them close to his face before blowing a warm breath on them. You blush and let out a little airy laugh.

“What is this? Dragon breath to keep me warm?”

He hums against your skin, piercing golden eyes staring up at you. “No, just my love for you.” He kisses your knuckles and fingers.

“You…” You mumble, averting your gaze.

He chuckles and kisses your wrist then before leaning in close and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anywhere he can reach.

“Ngah, wait you affectionate big lizard!” You squirm and he laughs fully now.

“Just seeking my adorable fiancée’s warmth” He nuzzles onto your neck, kissing there too and making you yelp. “Gorgeous.”

“A-Am not!”

“So precious when you get all shy and flustered.” He gets your jaw this time when you move, so close to your lips.

“Stop! You menace…” You pout and this time you cup his face, staring for a moment at his handsome features, your thumb brushing close to one of the red markings under his eyes.

This man. This dragon. This god.

Oh, how you love him. He warms up your heart.

“Here, I’ll warm you up proper…” You whisper softly, pulling him close and tilting your head to slot your lips together.

Just as you warm up his.

#crys writes #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #fem!reader #I am so happy this is done eeeeeeeee <3 #alt title: warm him up with food with clothes with your body and with your love #dcfgscvgabcjah I love him sm

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doobea · 8 months

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scenario that is rotting my brain (just sharing ! don’t feel pressured to write about this):

cat rin and sae (add anyone else you wish!!)) 😃😃 au them having cat ears and tail and reader’s their ‘owner’ ((nsfw or sfw))

for more context,, they hide their cat characteristics in public but when they come home to reader they let loose and reveal their ‘true form’ 🤭🤭 reader could just be a childhood friend who found out about them or someone who ‘picked them up’ and taken care of them and have since lived tgt

synopsis: headcanons of cat!sae + cat!rin (sfw + nsfw) bye what if you found them in a trashcan or a cardboard box out in the rain LMAO

content: bro idk they're grumpy cat boys, fem!reader, explicit under sfw, mdni a/n: anon u have a crazy imagination and im living here for it (i got carried away and now this is so long whoops im sorry)

how you found them

Living day to day as a working college student gets boring fast. You're not the type to have roommates because of your packed schedule of studying, school, part-time job, and more studying right after. With, of course, a couple of "girl meals" sprinkled in throughout the minimal free hours you have. You live in a small studio apartment right off of the main campus and, after your halfway point through the academic year, you started to realize that it's incredibly lonely.

You were heading back late from the library one night in the pouring rain when you heard a series of muffled meows right underneath a parked car outside your apartment. It didn't take much coaxing to convince the pair of scrawny cats to crawl into your bag as you rushed inside from the torrential rainfall. Ok, cool, maybe this was a sign from the above to make you feel less isolated and depressed?

Wrong! They were super cute the first night, snuggled up against each other to keep one another warm but the next morning was an absolute disaster. They hated each other. Cue tons of running around, hissing, biting, and scratching (maybe a few of your potted plants died in the process - rip). You had no idea why they were together in the first place.

It took a solid two weeks before they finally settled down at your place. And it took another two weeks for you to realize that maybe they're not really just cats. With just two quick kisses on their noses, before you went to sleep one night, led to you waking up in bed with two gorgeous men wrapped around your limbs. But wait, they still kept some of their cat characteristics - ears and tails!

cat!sae (sfw)

Sae reverts back into his feline form whenever he feels the urge to explore and have alone time. His favorite spots to lounge around in your apartment consists of the sofa armrests, the top area of the kitchen cabinets that are impossible to reach (he's always so dusty when he jumps off smh), and your clothes.

He's definitely the type to push items off the countertop/table to get your attention. Specifically goes after the ones with food or liquid in them if he's feeling extra needy.

Likes it when you scratch behind his ears and rub his chin - but don't do it for too long! Any wrong angle will cause him to ignore you for the rest of the day (so picky...). He loves/hates it when you pick him up - everything has to be on his schedule!

When you're getting ready to sleep, he claims the space at the end of the bed, almost as if he's guarding you. Probably sleeps curled up in a ball and snores (just a tiny bit).

His humanoid form carried over his cat traits - he wears a hat to hide his folded cat ears and an oversized hoodie in order to shove his tail up his back.

Will straight up ask you to scratch and rub his ears again, not really understanding the difference in circumstances. His favorite position is laying his head on your lap when you're on either the bed or sofa.

Sae loves to tease you physically whenever he has the chance but he's always so expressionless about it. You're cooking in the kitchen? He'll walk by you and let his tail slightly graze against your back. Grabbing something? Suddenly he needs to grab something too and stands behind you to reach for whatever random object his attention shifts to, making sure that his chest leans against your body.

In public, he purposely wears his hat loose so that you have to fix it for him. He thinks it's funny and adorable seeing you panic but it's also just an excuse for him to have you touch him.

cat!rin (sfw)

Whenever Rin is having a bad day he turns back into a cat and hides under your bed or dresser, only coming out when it's time for dinner or when you're about to go to sleep. His favorite spots, when he's not in a mood, are: behind the shower curtains, inside your kitchen cabinets, and underneath the blankets of your bed (he likes dark areas to be emo I guess).

Unlike Sae who pushes things off the surface for your attention, Rin will just come up to you and sit next to you when you're doing tasks. For example, if you're studying for an exam, he'll jump to an empty spot on the table and keep you company until you're done.

Scratch his back and give him head pats! He’ll forever be in your favor and he’ll vocalize it too. He's extremely easy to please when it comes to physical affection but it took you a long time to gain his trust completely.

His favorite place to sleep is next to your head! Definitely the type to sprawl his body across your pillow, purr super loudly, and most likely the type to drool too (hopefully you don't mind!). Bonus: he's always the one to wake you first by making "biscuits" on your stomach.

When he's in his humanoid form, Rin doesn't really go outside that much. If he has to, he's covered from head to toe in a black baseball cap, sunglasses, a face mask, a black jacket, and long trousers.

He stares at you a lot in his cat form, that habit doesn't stop when he's in his humanoid form either. You don't find it weird at all - it's oddly calming and kinda cute that he's always looking after you. Bonus: it took him a while to realize that bringing you dead birds and rats (in both cat/humanoid forms) wasn’t romantic at all.

During a particularly windy day, his hat blew away and a kid saw his ears, you're bad at lying so you tried convincing the kid that Rin was just a very exclusive toy you found online.

He's only physically affectionate with you in his cat form but, outside of that, he shows his affection very awkwardly through small shirt tugs and just tailing you around the apartment.

nsfw feat. both brothers (bye why do i feel embarrassed while writing this)

Everything is a competition to them. Ever since you took them in, they thought about a lot of ways to make it up to you, whether it be helping you with chores around the house or attempting to cook you meals (because let's be real they are unemployed!). It was Sae's brilliant idea to compensate you in the other department.

It starts off almost too innocently. After about three months of living together, your noisy neighbors started asking you about the mysterious men living at your apartment and to which both brothers replied that they were your boyfriends (shocker I know). You assumed that they were just weirdly possessive since you were kinda their only caretaker and still had no idea where they came from.

You made sure that they had enough space to sleep on your sleeper sofa when they decided to stay in their humanoid forms but that night they both decided to crash in your bed (they both couldn't sleep because of "discomfort").

You were quick to pick up on their physical wants and needs. Sae comes off as almost a selfish lover while Rin is rather selfless. Sae likes to focus his attention on your physical traits while Rin makes sure that you're doing mentally and emotionally okay during intimacy.

Both like having their ears pulled, Sae more than Rin, but Rin loves it when you tug on his tail and give him praises (specifically only him). Of course, both also love leaving love bites all over your body and it's an endless amount of licking for down there.

Nights like that usually end up with Sae spooning you and Rin resting peacefully on your chest. The next morning starts off with a breakfast competition of who can cook you the best omelet (spoiler alert it's neither of them).

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harleehazbinfics · 27 days

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I like to think that with the cannibal chef overlord spin off that Chef has a 5 star restaurant and it’s Hell’s Kitchen (love that show) and when she’s not with Alastor or the others she’s kinda like Gordon with her employees (btw the souls she owns) idk I think that would be so funny!

Like Alastor sees her working and yelling at everyone and he just has heart eyes 😍

A moment in Hell's Greatest Kitchen [Cannibal Chef!Reader Spin-off]

a/n: ngl, i loved writing this. thank you for the ask!

Cannibal chef! reader m.list | Author profile

"YOU FUCKING IDIOTS! CAN'T YOU PREPARE A SIMPLE MEAL?"

I flinch at the sound as I almost cut my finger from chopping the vegetables. I peeked out of lashes to see my boss cussing out my co-workers while they cooked sweating profusely from the heat and the insults being thrown at them.

"EVERYONE CLEAN YOUR STATIONS! IT LOOKS LIKE A GODDAMN PIGSTY HERE. I'M RUNNING A RESTAURANT, NOT SOME ESTABLISHMENT WHERE YOU BRAIN DEAD LITTLE PIGGIES CAN SHIT IN."

I immediately threw my peels in the bin and wiped the counter then placing my knives back to their drawer.

This was my boss. Hell's largest Cannibal Overlord, (y/n). Aside being a household name in hell to be wary of, she was also a well-respected chef. I idolized her even before we died. I lived during her era and even got the opportunity to work in her restaurant when we were alive. It was tough to get in and work with her, but it was tougher to stay there. Thankfully, luck was on my side to work with her for 6 years before her death.

She was as mean as she was before, however, I do get jumpy at loud noises. She was tough on us, prioritizing the customer's satisfaction and cleanliness around the

Even after she was outed as a cannibal and was executed I devoted myself to her and followed after her. Which led me here.

"You! Daniel! Pick up the pace! Table's 5 and 10 are done with their appetizers," she yells at me making me flinch and nod.

"Yes, chef!" I replied making her give me a nod of acknowledgement. i blush while doing my duties as I replay her calling my name in my head. 'She remembers me!' I scream giggling in my head.

"Pardon me. I apologize for getting in your way," the tall red deer demon apologizes after bumping into me, I nod dismissing it and stirred the pot I already seasoned.

He gives me a tight-lipped smile and walks forward to a corner to avoid getting in our way. He stares at Chef (y/n) with adoring eyes and a large smile as she pinched a sinner by the ear and twisting it then screaming on it. Which the red hair only gives out a dreamy sigh.

That was Alastor, the Radio Demon. He and my boss had a very special relationship, it's quite intimate from what I've seen. From what I heard, Alastor approached Chef (y/n) and submitted his soul to her, and from then on, they were inseparable. Chef had a soft side when it came to him, she'd latch on to him and lean on him even often baby talking to him. It had us all stunned when she first introduced Alastor to us, her change in demeanor was very telling she liked him a lot.

So, whenever we were in a pinch.

"Uh! Chef! Sir Alastor is here!" another sinner tells her, in an attempt to save our co-worker.

You then turn to the direction they pointed and skipped towards the deer, "Alastor, honey!" she greets before giving him a kiss.

The sinners in the back on their knees thanking the Radio Demon for saving their asses.

"Good morning, madam," he greets holding onto her waist, "A lively morning, isn't it?"

"It's better now with you around," (y/n) coos as she snuggles deeper into his embrace.

And this is how every morning in Hell's Kitchen. Gore, Food and Love.

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softshuji · 10 months

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𝟎𝟐:𝟏𝟗𝐀𝐌 | 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

Title: Baby's Breath

Summary: Rindou wishes words were easier for him, but he loves you, and he's determined to show you, in the only ways he knows. Link to master list here! REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

cw: afab! Reader, mentions of sex, some suggestive content, reader and Rin are married, lots of kissing, petnames (pretty boy, Princess) some light praise, mentions of infidelity (not from rindou or reader), rin is a cute husband.

Rindou has never told you he loves you.

The words are too thick and heavy in his mouth, the red colouring on his cheeks too apparent, especially in the way it curls towards his ears and neck. He wants to, of course he does, but he knows that the words are often thrown around, without merit, that simply telling you he loves you doesn’t prove the fact at all.

So no, Rindou has never told you he loves you and every time he thinks he’s coming close, the metal sheet slams down on his chest and the corrugated wall of his defences rises from his bones. It’s a mechanism perhaps, to shield himself from the things he doesn’t understand, the things he fears. He can never be hurt if he never loves, so why love anyone?

Rindou has never told you he loves you, but he wakes up before the sun has fully climbed the sky to watch the weak and watery sunlight paint your skin. The clouds shift and cloak the room in darkness again and Rindou presses a feather-light kiss to your back, your shoulder, the hollow dip in your chest. His deft fingers tuck the hair behind your ears and you frown in your sleep and roll over, taking him with you as he presses his forehead, his cheek, to the place where he thinks your heart is. He smells the lingering perfume on your skin, hidden underneath layers of sleep and sex and resists pressing a kiss to your flesh again and again, wondering if you can hear that soft and unsteady drum of his heart.

When you wake, he makes coffee, leaving it hot in the pot as he dresses. He watches you fiddle with the jar of honey or jam and gestures towards it, relishing in the way your eyes trail down his biceps and shoulders as he pops the lid.

He holds back the smirk as he usually does. He likes that you think it’s a secret when you stare at him and lick your lips, and he flushes against his will, as he always does at your boldness.

‘Thanks Rinny,’ you say, your lips brushing over the corner of his mouth and Rindou shrugs as if it’s no big deal, his heart clamouring against his ribs. He wonders one day if he’ll get over it, if the novelty of having you as his wife will ever wear off. He’d have thought it would by now, five years into a happy and stable marriage, but he hopes it doesn’t. He hopes, as embarrassing as it is, that the excitement and wonderment of being your husband never leaves, that he’ll get to wake up to that new feeling every day, make love to you like it’s the first time every time, kiss you like he’s 19 again and there are endless springs ahead of you. God Ran would have a field day if he knew that.

Rindou has never told you he loves you but he picks up flowers as he leaves work almost every weekend, scouring the aisles for chocolates and cards and sweets and when the cashier swipes him through she asks if it’s a special occasion. He replies that it is, that the occasion is just that he wants to show his wife he loves her. Even if he can’t say it, he adds it as a mental afterthought. And when he comes home, you run and jump into his arms and he pulls you close, inhaling the scent of you, pressing his face to the curve of your neck.

‘These are for me?’ You hold the bouquet of forget-me-nots and daisies, baby’s breath and carnations, and your heart softens as it always does. ‘Did I miss something? What’s the occasion?’

‘Can’t I just get my wife flowers?’ He says and pulls you by the hips till your chests are touching, lowering his head till his lips meet yours. Every kiss is passionate, tender, soft. His hair curls forward, tickling your cheeks as he bites down on your lips, his tongue gentle and tentative in your mouth, running over your bottom lip as his hands slide around you.

‘I love you,’ you whisper against his mouth, and he kisses you deeper, harder in response, like a dying man given water in the desert. You know he’s smiling from the sudden flex of his jaw in your cupped palms and it’s all the answer you need.

Rindou has never told you he loves you but he leads you to his studio by the hand, plugs the headphones in and watches your face as he presses play. It’s a sacred thing, this moment of yours, where he shares the thing he spends so much time on, the thing that keeps him up late some nights. But it’s very much worth it when you smile for him, your head bobbing in time to the beat, and Rindou blushes from his neck to his ears when you tell him how great it is, how proud he ought to be of himself. He says it’s no big deal, as if you hadn’t noticed the shadows under his eyes getting deeper with every passing hour, hadn’t noticed him chew on the end of a pencil as his brows crease in concentration.

It’s funny actually, considering the person he was before he met you. The kind of man who assumed that all he ever really needed in life was his brother to return home to, as if the silence of a penthouse wasn’t deafening and the tick tock of the wall clock didn’t constantly remind him of just how lonely he felt.

I only need Ran, he’d say to himself over and over, a mantra, a litany, a prayer kept tucked under his pillow at night. He’d shift his hand towards the cold side of his bed, the linen unwrinkled, smooth and untouched, and even as he pressed a cheek against the cotton, something inside him would cave and he’d curl around a pillow and stare at a spot on the carpet, hoping to conjure some warmth for the prickling that settled along his skin, a sensation that no amount of alcohol was ever able to get rid of. He’d wonder, fleetingly, if he deserves such comforts after the things he’d done.

Except now, he curls around you, and his nose buries itself in your hair or the crease at the nape of your neck and the thin chain he wears kisses the dip between your shoulder blades, and he’s so close that you can feel his breath on your chin. And maybe, just maybe, in moments like that, he feels a little less lonely, a little less cold and even though that anxiety of being undeserving still punches a hole in his chest, he knows you’re there, a beacon as bright as the sun.

And you realize, as he murmurs against your skin, how long it’s taken to get to this point. That there was a time in which he’d shrugged it off, the kindness, the tenderness, the soft touches. When he’d flinched as you cupped his face and traced the cut of his cheekbones and lips, and you’d wondered at what manner of horrors he had seen to react to you like that. When he had tried to push you away and you’d refused to move, had still held out your arms for him to come back to when he was ready to accept that he deserved to love and be loved too.

You turn around to face him and he frowns at you, at the cold rush of air that comes from the separation of your limbs tangled with his. You hold his face and press a kiss to his lips, the curve of his chin, his throat, your fingers brushing back the loose hair escaping his ponytail.

‘You’re a pretty boy you know that?’ you say, your voice sluggish and heavy with sleep, your forehead dipping to touch his. ‘The prettiest boy there is.’

His lips part in surprise and you have the visceral urge to kiss him again and again again till your lips are sore and you’re entirely spent. You think his lips might actually be your favourite thing about him.

He tuts under his breath and feigns annoyance, his voice tinged with embarrassment and when he says, ‘go to sleep Princess,’ it is with mirth and a hint of love, a pinch of the multitudes he has for you.

Rindou has never told you he loves you but his hand is on your back when you jolt awake at 3AM, clutching the sheets and gasping for air, your heartbeat so fast it makes you dizzy. When the nightmares are frequent and harsh and it’s hard to shake the terror of being out of control, Rindou is there, his lips close to your ear, a hand rubbing soothing circles against your skin.

‘Shhhhh…,’ he says as you get your bearings, and you hold onto him, your fists tightly clenched with anxiety. His hair is still matted to his forehead, clinging to his shoulders and tufts stand on end from where his cheek has been pressed into the pillow. ‘It’s okay Y/N.’

His voice lulls you, and you focus on his heartbeat under your cheek, the tears free flowing and fast, and he doesn’t mind that you cry on him at all but rather strokes your hair till you sag against him again, your breath evening out as you’re pulled back into sleep, a murmured "that's my girl," that you cling to.

He won’t mention it when you wake, but the gentleness is there all the same. A hand on your lower back, a kiss to your temple, the softness in his actions all the more apparent. You like that he doesn’t bring it up, that he trusts you enough to deal with it in your own way, but is there all the same.

And over time you've noticed the way he softens around you, how on guard he is with others, a snake poised and ready to bite, the tough shell melting away the minute you’re alone, the way he instinctively leans into your touch when you brush an eyelash from his cheek. It’s all so familiar, so comfortable. He doesn’t mind that you’re opinionated and strong, that you talk for hours but rather inclines his head in your direction as he listens, and his eyes pierce into yours with such intensity that your hands will fidget with the hem of your shirt and the hairs on your neck prickle with embarrassment.

In those rare moments when you find yourself saying something he doesn’t agree with, he steps forward and silences you with a kiss and you’re torn between indignation and softening against him, and the latter always wins over and your hands will find purchase on the planes of his stomach as his abs flex underneath you and Rindou knows he’s won again, as he always does.

So even though the three words are heavy and thick in his mouth, and he wants nothing more than to have the courage and ease to say them, he can’t. Or rather doesn’t. He knows the words are often thrown around without merit or credibility, that it’s something anyone might say at any time. He’s seen it before. A man mutters the words against a woman’s neck as her legs clench around his hips, conveniently forgetting he has a wife at home he says the same thing to, and Rindou’s lip curls in disgust as Sanzu leads them through the club. Something inside him feels sick and nauseous and he blocks the sound of them out, focusing instead on the plush carpet underneath his feet and he thinks of you, and wonders if you’re waiting for him to come back home.

So no, Rindou has never told you he loves you, but he does. He really does, and he hopes you know it all the same, that his actions speak for him, enough to say what he’s too afraid to. Maybe one day he might have the courage to do so, he hopes that you wait and believe him till then.

a/n: I think I actually wrote this more than 6 months ago btw, but I was looking through my docs and realized I hadn't posted it yet. I'm proud of it even now, it's just so self indulgent and cute. I hope you all like it (and my love of course, for you!)

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 7 months

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A Family Thing | Yandere Blue Exorcist

Yukio Okumura has had to limit and expand his definition of family many times on his exorcist journey. His brother was the only constant, which he was fine with. That is until his own demonic half awakened. Now alongside his brother, his identity morphed again like his pointed ears. He did think this might happen but he couldn’t help but connect the dots. But you know who made it easier? (Y/n) Pheles.

You came to him and Rin on a cloud of strawberry-scented smoke. Literally. Wiping at your suit and tie you explained how the last demon you had fought had made its final stand in a churning pot of strawberry jam. You told them not to think about it too much.

With a smile that blinded them, you told of how you took a long trip around the world to meet the boys Mephisto was so keen on watching stalking. You gushed over them like the older sibling neither of them had. That is until you officially moved onto campus. Where exactly? That was never known for sure. All they could gather was that you were close enough to appear at a moment's notice to pinch their cheeks, ruffle their hair, and coo at them as they did their casual routine.

He knew it was easy for Rin to lean into you, who openly gave affection to him. Yukio knew he couldn’t react as warmly. Was it his fear? His maturity? He just couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t. He thought you’d grow to love Rin more than him because of this only to be beautifully surprised when you lovingly held him in your arms.

“Hey, I love you both all the same. You’re my ducklings through and through! I’ve decided from this day on!”

Soon he was placed with that familiar ache when you waved goodbye from the window of their dorm on training camps. It was a good ache that affirmed the stringing demand that was creeping up his throat. He couldn’t let you leave them now.

He can pinpoint the exact moment when this feeling first bloomed in his heart. It was so long ago, if he was anyone else he would have written it off as simply being a child, which he did for awhile, but he knew it was something more. It was back in preschool, Rin had returned to the class after a violent outburst at some kid he later claimed was a bully. While the teacher and other students avoided him like the plague there was one who refused to leave. Following Rin from afar, slowly inching her coloring station toward his–he couldn’t tell anyone why this irked him so. He also couldn’t defend his meddling when he crumpled the flowers left in his twin's cubby. He was his brother, who was she to take that from him?

It was an ugly habit of obsession one he realized he shared with his brother, as Rin mused absentmindedly.

“Why…don’t we just keep them to ourselves, yeah? That way…they…won’t leave us.”

I mean it’d be bizarre if it weren’t for the two of them. With Rin’s inclination to have you baby him dividing your attention and his own perfectly timed conversations, it was nothing but a game to smother your ringing phone. Silencing it hours in advance so that any alarms or texts from whoever this 'persistent dude’ was. It was a tireless pursuit that seemed to unite him and Rin more than their shared demon heritage.

It came to a head on a Summers's day watching from afar as you chased Rin with a hose. Yukio was particularly peeved not because he wasn’t on duty for distracting you that day he totally was but because your phone had been ringing off the chain. And whoever this mysterious caller was had caught on, texting you with random excuses about a glitching phone. Every time. He. Deleted. The contact.

“You think you can keep this up?”

The coy question came from a familiar white terrier with a pink polka-dotted bow. Yukio groaned, harshly pushing up his glasses and biting back a snarl of his own.

“Do you know who Denji is?”

The terrier's ears flattened and if it was possible its eye furrowed in anger. After a minute of likened frustration, an idea was spawned. Bringing a metaphorical smile to the dog’s face as he birthed a plan only obsessed freaks would concoct.

“So? Will you help me?”

“Fine. But you can’t keep them to yourself. We won’t let you.”

“Of course not. I could only wish.”

It wasn’t long before there were some changes: a ring on your finger, you carrying that stupid dog around with you, and wearing strangely bright accessories that most certainly weren’t yours. All indicative of the newest addition in your life–a fiance named Mephisto Pheles. The principal and their current guardian: Mephisto Pheles.

Suddenly Yukio and Rin are subjected to chaotic dinners with you and Mephisto. Days that were previously filled with your voice encouraging them were complimented by Mephisto’s ominous laughing and playful insults. But you were there and you were theirs, a promise you firmly upheld whenever you began an uncomfortable talk about your relationship.

And even as you reached over your purple-haired husband to wave goodbye, blowing kisses as the limousine revved up, Yukio notes the sound of unsatisfied obsession. Watching the hands that linger around your waist and the caked-up makeup on your neck. He makes the realization that this too was a case of that feeling bubbling to the surface. The obsessive arm around your shoulders, the out-of-place stickers on your things, and the oddly convenient way Mephisto was always at the door, waiting to escort you home.

It dawns on him how similar they are. Perhaps the string of obsession was a family thing. He didn’t entirely hate that.

“Welcome to the family (Y/n).”

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rintosei · 1 year

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ೃ blue lock boys as cliche scenarios

genre: fluff

pairing: nagi, reo, rin, and bachira x fem!reader (seperated)

note: honestly i think i got a bit carried away while writing this LMAO ; like, reblog, and follow for more!

NAGI SEISHIRO + teaching you the games he play:

we all know how much nagi loves his video games, but i think that he especially loves teaching you to play them. the first time you ever asked him to teach you, he was beyond ecstatic. he loves it when you sit in front of him, so he could wrap his arms around your shoulders while his hand stays on top of yours, helping you move your avatar.

he finds it cute when you fail on a level, because you would get all pouty and nagi can't help but kiss you.

"okay, this is how you dodge- no, it's this button. yes, there we go. you're getting the hang of it." nagi says with a small smile on his face, expressing his happiness pretty clearly.

"i honestly don't know how you are able to play this almost everyday. i can't even get past on level without giving up halfway." you stated, putting the phone down to rest your fingers.

"hm," nagi hummed, giving you a small squeeze on your shoulder. "i guess i just got into the habit of playing video games before reo asked me to play soccer. ever since that and blue lock, i rarely had any time to play so now that i'm on a holiday, i will play as much as i want to." he says that with such determination it made you laugh.

he gave you a confused look, tilting his head.

you quickly regained composure. "the determination you have is impressive. i can see why reo likes you."

he furrows his eyebrows. "hey, you're the one who's dating me."

you avoided his statement by picking up your phone again, shoving it in his hands. "here. you can play this level for me if you love this game so much then."

"huh? but i'm supposed to be teaching you, not playing it for you. this is a pain," nagi complains, looking down to see what level you're on after beating the previous one and he groans. "ugh, and this one is the one that took me days to beat, come on."

you could only laugh once more, seeing him pout while he plays the game.

MIKAGE REO + buying whatever you're eyeing in a store:

reo loves taking you out on shopping dates, and even if you did try to object, he just would not take no as an answer. he especially loves to buy you literally anything you eye in a store, whether it was expensive or cheap, he would get it immediately.

this one time, you were eyeing a cute necklace you saw in a jewelry store while you and reo were on your way to a restaurant, and as someone who's quick to notice things, reo notices the way you were eyeing the necklace with a bright look on your eyes.

but, as soon as you saw the price, your mood instantly soured, mumbling about how expensive it was. you quickly smiled again when you see reo looking at you. "what is it, reo?"

he doesn't say anything and just drags you into the jewelry store, you being unable to say anything to him. one of the staff walks up to him. "hi, and welcome to our store! what can i do to help you today?"

reo points at the necklace. "we'll take that."

you choked on your spit. "wha- reo, you don't have to, come on!" your eyes moved from reo to the staff. "sorry, we don't-"

reo doesn't budge even when you pulled his hand. "we're getting that. how much?"

the staff laughs awkwardly, looking at you who could only look to your side, suddenly feeling interested in the potted plant that was next to the entrance. you felt like you were about to pass out when you heard the price once again and when reo bought it.

he hands you the bag with a small smile as you both walked out of the store, thanking the staff for helping.

"reo... you didn't have to buy this, you know? i was already happy with just seeing it." you said, peering inside the bag.

"i know," reo answers, squeezing your hand before stopping you, taking the necklace out of the box. he turns you around and places the necklace around your neck. "but when i saw the necklace, i knew that it would look really pretty on you."

your cheeks turned red, giving reo a push. "w-what are you talking about? don't say things like that so casually..." you mumbled, fumbling around with the pendant on the necklace.

reo smiles. "well, let's go, shall we? i'm starving."

ITOSHI RIN + teaching you how to play soccer:

i feel like rin would really love to teach you soccer. he just feels like playing soccer with you would give you the joy he once felt when he was playing with sae.

"do you want to play soccer with me?" rin asks, surprising you.

"huh? me?" you pointed at yourself, looking around (which was a stupid thing to do. you're at home, of course he's talking to you).

"yeah, who else would i be talking to?" rin states, making you laugh in embarrassment.

"um, but why? i suck at soccer, you know that right?" you questioned, and he shrugged in response.

"it's okay, i'll teach you." he murmurs, and your eyes brightened. you've always wanted to play soccer with rin, but was afraid because of your... bad skills in soccer. you've always thought that asking rin to teach you soccer was too burdensome for him, but here he was, offering to teach you.

"REALLY?" you exclaimed, almost jumping up and down. "hold on, okay? let me go change to my sport outfit!"

so this is why you and rin were currently on a small field where he used to practice soccer as a kid. honestly, you thought you would be tired after an hour, but you were feeling pretty fired up.

he taught you how to dribble, pass, ball control, and receiving, and you honestly think you're doing well already.

you were currently practicing on defending the goal, meaning not letting rin get past you. honestly, this was harder than you thought. you know how good rin is — you've seen how he plays — and yet you found it harder when you're the one to have to face him.

"ready?" rin asks, eyes trained on you like an eagle.

you shudder at the intensity of his stare. "yeah, i am."

he kicks the ball, not letting you breathe for even just a second.

"okay, i've seen him play, i can do it. just block the-" before you could even finish thinking, rin has already gotten past you, kicking the ball straight into the goal.

"why were you spacing out? you have to focus." rin grumbles, grabbing the ball.

you pout. "hey, you're supposed to go easy on a first-timer! and not to mention your girlfriend as well."

rin actually scoffs at that, and that made you annoyed for some reason. you got up and ran at him, stealing the ball from his hand. he lets out a sound of shock while you stick your tongue at him.

"catch me if you can!"

you may not play soccer, but you sure can run damn fast.

BACHIRA MEGURU + painting with him:

besides soccer, he's grown to love painting because of his mother. he especially loves it when you join him during one of his painting sessions. he finds this as an escape from reality, and having you there with him just makes it ten times better.

whatever he paints depends on his mood. it could be the clouds, flowers, trees, or even you.

well, mostly you, but you didn't know that.

when you found out about his passion for painting, you couldn't help but be excited.

you knocked on the door. "bachi, what are you painting this time? can i see?" you peeked your head in, and you see him sitting on a stool, his back facing yours. he didn't reply, making you call out to him once more. "bachi?"

he lets out a gasp, dropping the paintbrush he was holding. he quickly stood up, covering the canvas with his body. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, stepping closer to him.

"y-y/n! what's wrong?" bachira asks, giving you a sheepish smile.

"nothing's wrong... why're you covering the painting, hm?" you teased, trying to peer over his shoulder. "what did you paint?"

bachira's face turned red. "n-nothing! it's nothing special, i swear! it's not finished either, so i'd rather you see the finished product instead of the work in progress, m'kay?" he turns you around, pushing you out of the room. "i-i'll call you when it's done!"

before bachira was able to close the door, you saw a glimpse of the painting, and your heart fluttered.

it was a painting of you during one of your picnic dates with him, with you facing at the pretty sakura trees that were in bloom. bachira must have taken a picture of you without you knowing. you didn't say anything about it, because if you did, bachira would just deny and shut the door in embarrassment. so, you prompted to wait until he was willing to show you that painting, and until then, you'll just pretend you didn't see the painting.

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soubi122 · 11 months

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Heya hope ur doing great so here's another one of mind dumps

So rindou x a very laid back reader who's very chill and cool with everything and has a bit a hobby for figure skating ( the figure skating is optional)

So he was invited to a friend's house to hang and smoke weed/and drink so he went to the basement and saw you with the weed pot (idk what's it called:']) and decided to join in and u guys were having small talk and rin felt very comfortable with you and had he's arm wrapped around your waist and playing ur hair (y'all got teased a bit but didn't mind it all) late reader helps rindou get to his but was clingy ( horny (⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞) so reader being chill about took him home with and yk what happens ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ (btw sorry for the bad grammar)

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Hello my love! I'm so sorry this took a really long time to write. It is finally here, I hope you like it! ❤️

Highs

Rindou Haitani, smut, drug use, alcohol use, unprotected sex, slightly rough. ALL ADULTS, MINORS DO NOT READ!

"So, remind me again…who is going to be there?" Rindou asks a friend who was taking him to a party. As much of a partygoer he was - he still remained cautious. "You know, just chicks and some guys." The friend replies with a carefree tone. His goal was to score a chick and Rindou was the bait. It beats bringing Ran's womanizing ass to the party and having him steal all the women for himself.

Heading into the house, Rindou noticed that there were a bunch of people he was familiar with - the same people that hit up Roppongi on weekends. Good, so I don't have to watch my back. He thinks to himself. Being taken to a Yakuza hideout once by accident was enough for him to be careful about where he's going, compliments of Kakucho of course. The music was loud, the drinks were everywhere but he had yet to find anyone that could hold his attention. He thought it was going to be a small party, this was quite the crowd.

Some time passed and he was getting rather annoyed that his friend would ditch him every 5 seconds to chase a piece of ass. After being turned down by half of the party girls, they decided to head to the basement to take a break. Usually the chill folks are down there and would have some aromatherapy to help relieve some stress. "Man, those girls are fucking stuck up." His friend complained as he was walking down the stairs. Rindou could only chuckle at his friend's defeated attitude. The scent of Mary Jane hit them square in the face the moment they were headed down. A small group of people were just chilling on a sofa and floor, completely unbothered by the loud noise upstairs and vibrations of the music.

Rindou recognized one or two people but the others were complete strangers to him. The strangers began to almost chant "Toke! Toke! Toke!" over and over again when someone was taking a hit of the bong. Rindou's eyes looked over to the person whose head was tilted down and he could hear the bubbling of the water and the sound of someone inhaling. Everyone paused when the bubbling stopped and everything in the room almost went dead silent. When you lifted your head and exhaled through your nose, everyone cheered and yelled. That was the longest Rindou has ever seen someone hold it before.

"Did you see that shit? That was a good fucking hit." His friend says and introduces himself and Rindou to everyone. Your eyes met his and you smiled while waving your hand at him. The hazy look in your eyes and that cute smile on your face made some warmth creep up his face. They were welcomed into the circle, "Take a seat anywhere you like." You say and reach for the red plastic cup that had beer in it. "You've been babysitting that beer (Y/N)." One of the guys says and throws you a cocky grin. So that's her name. Rindou thinks to himself and plants himself right next to you. Taking it as a 'drink up' hint, you chugged your beer, impressing both guys that just walked in. “So, what brings you two to this lonely little circle of ours?” You say with a hint of playfulness on your tongue. The man sitting next to you was absolutely handsome - you could tell he works out by how the lines of his muscles show through his shirt.

When his friend took a seat across the floor, you passed the bong to him and the moment his eyes met your face - he paused. The awkward pause made you clear your throat. “Umm, so are you taking a hit or…?” You ask. “Aren’t you that chick that’s constantly on the ice?” He asked and piqued Rindou’s interest. Ah yes, your little hobby painted you as a goody two shoes but in reality you were nothing like that. “You are! Rindou, this is the chick who’s always in the rink at night.” You had no intention of going pro for figure skating but still practiced to get some exercise in. “Ah, the figure skater, right?” Rindou asked and proceeded to take the bong out of your hands. He was so close, you feel the warmth radiating off of him. Those beautiful lavender orbs were scanning every inch of your face behind his frames.

“Oh - what’s this? You have an admirer (Y/N).” One of your friends said out loud. There was no mistaking it - Rindou was showing his interest in you. The little comment made some pink dust your features. He proceeded to take a hit and keep eye contact with you while he did so. Looks like he was trying to hold it in just as long as you did, and of course - he did. The ambience was super relaxed by the time the bong made its way around the entire circle. Throughout the night, the conversations and jokes allowed Rindou to feel comfortable and rather bold around you.

“Aren’t figure skaters supposed to be good girls?” He asks and starts lightly toying with the ends of your hair. His finger wrapped itself around the strands and your heart skipped a beat. The first touch gave him an idea of your comfort levels, does he proceed? Your sultry laugh made him want to dive deeper into the rabbit hole with you. “And who says I’m a good girl?” You ask and look at him, both your eyes are glossy and hazy. “Get a room you two. You’re practically fucking each other with your eyes.” Someone says. Both you and Rindou cracked up, it was true - the things you both were thinking about were communicated in looks rather than words. Now that it was out in the open, he slithered his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The butterflies in your belly were starting to run a little rampant the more he touched you. Rindou kept toying with your hair or lightly brushing your hair back to get your attention back on him when you would talk to someone else.

Several hours of lightly teasing each other and messing around with friends, the sounds of footsteps slowly started to dwindle down, it sounded like the party was coming to an end. Little by little, the circle began to get smaller. People were heading home as it was already 3:00 am. It gave him a little more resolve to continue running his hands alongside your waist and making subtle moves that sent chills down your spine. His large palm began to gently squeeze your thigh, almost as if signaling something to you. You bite your lip and turn to face him. He was not expecting you to tease him in return. “Too bad the night's over.” You say and reach over to take one last hit of the bong before heading out. Inhaling, you closed your eyes and leaned back into the couch - wanting to take your time before exhaling in bliss. Right as you were beginning to exhale, Rindou leaned in, parting his lips and inhaled the smoke that slowly came out of your mouth. He cupped your cheek and connected his lips to yours, giving you a shotgun kiss. Rindou was feeling more than just the effects of weed. He was feeling a tight sensation around his cock.

“Can I take you home (Y/N)?” He asked and nibbled on your lower lip. You could tell he was needy. The entire time he was stuck on you and couldn't keep his hands off you. “Will you make it?” You snicker and run your hand through his hair making him hum. "Everyone is almost gone…we can just stay here." He whispers in your ear and gives a kitten lick to the shell of your ear. "Please…" Rindou's eager tone almost made you feel bad about teasing him. Is this how he is when he's high? Horny and needy? Not wanting to get caught or kicked out, you decided to feed the monster but in your territory.

Leading him to your place, you kept doing little things like hold his hand or press your chest against his arm so that he could feel your tits. He was already falling apart for you. When you arrived at your door, he couldn't keep his hands off of you. Stepping in, you immediately led him to your room. Next thing you knew, you were both on the bed, rolling around on the mattress.

While fighting to be on top, clothes started to fly off bit by bit. Seeing the tattoos that adorned his body, you couldn't help but submit to him, he was gorgeous and toned. You were almost entranced by the fact that his tattoos extended from his collarbone to his arms and down to his legs. "Do I have your complete attention now?" Rindou asks and pouts. "You've had my attention since the moment you sat next to me." You admit and reach down south to stroke him. The way his lips parted and let a moan escape his throat - you wanted to see him completely break. The unholy amount of precum was dripping on your lower belly. He was going to fill you up and have you dripping for days.

Not wanting to waste another second, you guided him between your folds and let his tip slide in. The sweetest whimper dripped from his lips and you couldn't help wanting to hear more. "…oh fuck… you feel so good." He barely manages to say before you rip another whimper from him as you take him in even further into your core. Being pussy drunk was no joke, once a man tastes a bit of heaven - he will never want to come back down to earth. Pulling him inch by inch, you felt his cock twitch and throb, making you pant. His length alone was enough to have you clawing at his back. Slowly reeling his hips back, you could feel the difference - your walls were spasming around him and trying to suck him back in.

Rindou was gentle and passionate, kissing your lips each time his tip hit your cervix. His menacing demeanor only applied outside in a world full of strangers. Between the sheets, he was sweet and almost innocent. His lavender orbs were glossy and filled with desire, if you would have let him take you at the party - you were sure everyone would have heard his moans. You met his hips, slowly grinding with him. The more friction on your clit, the more your hips picked up the pace. “...(Y/N), can I go faster?” What a gentleman, asking you for permission to destroy your insides. You nodded unaware of what his next move was going to be. He shifted his position to get on his knees and lifted your hips to get a deeper angle. Leaning in he took your hands and pinned them above your head, there was almost a glow in his eyes when you looked at him.

In one motion he thrust so deep that you felt a numbing sensation in your spine, making you scream. “Mnh…too deep!” You whimper and try to free your hands. Rindou crashed his lips into yours to silence you. It only took one hand to pin your wrists, the other gripped your hips to keep you in place. His thrusts were hard and fast, it was making your eyes tear up. "Ngh, f-fuck…you feel so damn good." Rindou said once he broke the kiss. You could have sworn you felt your eyes roll back into your skull. The way his length kept hitting the right spot had your tongue almost lolling out. "Look at you…drunk off my cock already. Yeah?" He went from sweet to devilish the moment you gave in.

"Hah, you're fucking clenching so tight." Rindou pants as he continues to wreck your insides. The way his hand gripped your hip, he left indents in your skin - almost bruising it. It was painful but it didn't stop you from feeling the immense pleasure that he was giving you. His kisses were making you melt, his tongue was dominating yours and you felt the drool dripping down the corners of your mouth. Breaking the kiss you moan out loud, "Rin-aah! I'm - oh god!" The amount of pressure he was putting on your hips had you almost crying. Everything started to get stuporous, the combination of alcohol, weed and sex had you knocking on the white pearly gates.

Rindou felt how your velvet walls pulsed and clenched repeatedly around his cock. It was feeding his appetite but he had yet to get to the main course. Slowly he released your wrists and cupped your cheek. That sincere and tender gaze gave you but a moment of peace. Rindou pulled out sitting up on his knees - he was towering over you and you couldn't help but feel anticipation. What else can this man do to get you to scream? "Roll over, beautiful…" He says with a smirk on his face. Just as he ordered, you got on your stomach and looked over your shoulder. It felt like his figure dwarfed your own. His broad shoulders that had defined muscles had you in a daze.

Rindou snatched your hips and lifted them so that you were now on your knees. His right hand gently ran down your spine - he was giving you goosebumps. In one thrust he buried himself inside you, you screamed into the pillow and clenched the sheets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…your so wet." He moans and keeps a steady pace. Your thighs were trembling as he kept going deeper and deeper. He was bruising your cervix. “Oh god! Rindou, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned and the coil that was tightly wound began to snap. Your incoherent babbles and whines only made Rindou go faster. The satin ring that adorned the base of his cock had him on cloud 9. He too felt his coil snap, it made him double over and lean into your shoulder. Nipping at your shoulder as he emptied himself in your womb, he wanted to keep you full and keep you for more than just one night.

When you both regained your breaths, you both turned on your sides and he wrapped his arms around you - he was still buried inside you. “Can I stay the night?” He asks and buries his face into your neck. There was no response, only soft snores and slight clenching. For a moment he got worried but when he sat up on his elbows he noticed the smile on your face. Rindou Haitani has a habit of not only knocking his opponents out but of also knocking his partners out too.

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queenofallimagines · 12 days

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Meet cute~

Isagi x fem Reader

A/N: Morning to all the baddies✌🏿Nothing gets you in the mood to write than starting something brand new and not working on WIPs😘 based off a rly cute TikTok I saw I think isagi would be one of the ones to meet his S/O in a super cute way

CW: black reader but not rly focused on, bad grammar it’s like 4:45 am sorry,foreigner reader, was gunna sneak in like artist reader or something but the way it’s so ambiguous is cute, Bachira the pot stirrer, he also knows Spanish a little,U-20 captain isagi?? polyglot reader, She’s afro latino, Isagi falling in love at first sight. Let me know if I missed anything!

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

"Did you see the way shidou kicked rin?” Bachira could barely breathe as memories of today’s practice filled his mind— he looked over at isagi, who was shaking his head in faux disappointment, trying to hide a smile.

“Course i did, poor rin.” Isagi chuckled, running a hand through his hair. the striker was about to add onto his sentence but the feeling of someone bumping into him distracted him. he peered over his shoulder, a small smile on his face when he saw who it was. “mm… you good?”

Looking up at him with apologetic eyes she anxiously rushes out her words.

“Ah, im Sorry!”

“It's fine, it was an accident, it happens." Isagi smiled softly, and that smile would remain on his face even as he noticed her hair. his eyes lingered on it for a moment too long, taking in the way it was pushed out of her face, the colour of it.

“Nice hair."

“Huh?” He watches as she brings a hand up to her hair reflexively fidgeting with it. “oh uh thanks. I like yours too….”

“You do? thank you, it's nothing special." He smiled still staring down at her hair. he realized he was staring and cleared his throat. After a brief moment, he spoke. Trying to clear the awkwardness.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, where are you from?" He fumbles out awkwardly internally wincing at how nervous he sounded. But he was curious as to the way she spoke. her accent sounded familiar to him, almost foreign.

“I guess but it really suits you! Shapes your face really well. And, I mean… if you’re asking where I was before Japan I’m from America.”

“Oh you think so?" Isagi's cheeks had begun to turn red, he could feel the blood rushing to his face as he smiled sheepishly Rubbing the back of his neck.

‘America? He was right, he thought. She spoke differently.’

“Ahh, you're an American, yeah? Is that why you speak funny?" He teased playfully, smiling down at her. Watching her wince a little at his words and he immediately felt embarrassment wash over him. Saying she talked weird wasn’t really polite was it? He watches as she chuckles nervously at him.

“ah, kinda? America has a lot of different accents depending on region so I’m not sure which one takes precedence when I speak Japanese. Nodding his head in relief she didn't deny it, so isagi decided to continue with his questioning.

“Okay, but what region are you from? Are you from the South?" Tilting his head slightly, his eyebrow cocked, curiousity sparking in his eyes.He tries to hide his smile as he watches her face morph into shock. Her eyes were really pretty from where he was standing…

“That easy to tell huh?”

“Yeah." Isagi snickers, he continued. "The way you speak….it's different— a lot more laidback, but not like the Tokyo-y, or Osaka accents. The American accent isn't quite heavy, but not super light either. There's no way it’s something like Texas, Florida, or California, but I'd guess somewhere in the South, closer to the South-east. Am I right?" Looking at her expectantly he can’t help but get lost in her eyes.

“….. Spot on again. I moved from Texas but I was born and raised in the east coast so sometimes I’m New York sometimes I sound more like Houston or New Orleans. Depends on the words I’m saying and how fast I’m talking.” He was actually surprised that he'd managed to guess correctly not one, but twice! With the way the corners of his lips crept upwards, he didn't realize how much he liked talking to her. As the conversation continued, he found himself smiling.

“Wow, so you're just all over the place huh, like a rainbow?" His heart fluttered hearing her giggle reach his ears. It sounded so melodious.

“yep!” Humming in thought he shoots her a smirk. “It'd be interesting to hear how you speak, like if you were super angry or something." The black haired boy teased, not realizing the flirtatious implication it could have.

“I’ve been told I talk faster and with more force so probably New York. And then I speak Spanish too so definitely that.” At the mention of her being able to speak a third language, Isagi's eyes widened. He leaned closer his curiosity growing.

“You can speak Spanish?"

“Mhm. My family is Latin American so Spanish fluency runs through my family.”

Isagi's eyes twinkled with an undeniable sparkle of curiosity. he was definitely intrigued. He’s only heard some of the players on opposing teams he’d play curse at him in Spanish but never actual full on sentences. his lips curved upwards slightly. "Can you speak it right now? If you don't mind." He watches as her eyes far around for a second before letting his again. He felt a little bad for putting her on the spot like that but not bad enough to take it back.

“Oh uh sure. Uhh” She hums for a second before clearing her throat.

“Hola, isagi y bachira. Encantado de conoceros. Los dos sois muy guapos.”

(Hi, isagi and bachira. Nice to meet you both. You are both very handsome)

Isagi's eyes widened with amazement, a look of pure joy on his face. he clapped his hands together. “That's amazing! You speak it so well!" His face flushed at the compliment.

“You know what, I have a question for you." His grin grew into a bigger, brighter smile. Her way of speaking had a certain musical quality to it. He watched her closely all the while, his eyes taking her in, and listening to the way she spoke. She'd said something about them being handsome he thinks? He looked at Bachira who'd been witnessing the conversation the entire while, he noticed his friend's eyebrows raise slightly, and a small smile come onto his lips.

‘Did she just call us handsome?’ Bachira mouthed to him. He knows Bachira definitely isn’t fluent playing in Spain and spending time around Lavinho he must’ve picked up on some. He understands it better than he does English anyway. Feeling his heart racing he looks at her without missing a beat.

"Can I try something?" His gaze didn't waver from the way her lips curved at the sides, her smile being a mere testament of her good features.Quirking an eyebrow at him she looks at him confused for a second before cautiously replying.

“Okay?”

“Say my name." Isagi said, his words laced with a soft breath. Taking half a step closer he watched her lips closely, taking in how each syllable looked as it left her lips. He heard her breath hitch as those beautiful eyes widen looking up at him.

“Yo- I mean Isagi Yoichi.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at the way she said his name. he'd told her to do so, he'd expected it, but the way she'd said his name had his heart beating out of his chest..

"Say Bachira." She chuckles smiling at him confused but obliging him anyway.

“Bachira.” Isagi's gaze remained fixated as he watched her lips form each syllable. He was enjoying this and his brain hadn't quite caught up with the fact that he was enjoying this.

“Say your own name." She smiles at him before speaking her own name. He can’t help the shiver that runs up his spine. The way the words flowed out of her mouth like honey, her tongue curling around every vowel. He would do anything to hear her talk forever if he could. The way her accent was almost hypnotic to his ears. It seemed even her name had no special effect on him.

“I have to tell you, your accent is so cute." He tilted his head slightly as he continued.

"One more thing." The stunned look on her face had him biting back a smile. That deer in headlights look was absolutely precious. It wasn’t until then did he notice the difference between them. The way she looked up at him made something inside him go absolutely wild.

“Oh. Uh thanks.”

“How about you say... isagi yoichi is an absolute cutie?" He teased playfully. He knew when saw her flustered face he had to tease her just a bit more. Like if he’s gunna try and shoot his shot he’s going to put himself at an advantage. Grinning, he was having so much fun, he forgot Bachira was watching the two of them carefully now. His eyes darting back and fourth between the two.

“Yoichi Isagi es precioso.”

The athlete felt his heart stop. He wasn't actually expecting her to do it! And so quickly without any hesitation. He was stunned into silence. His jaw had dropped and his cheeks were blazing bright. Bachira hadn't missed or misread what had just happened. He laughed quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

‘Damn.. Did that really just happen? Talk about matching energy.’

She laughing seeing his flushed face. He looked like he was trying to find words but forgot how to speak at all.

“Uh,you ok?” Isagi who was was still blushing, lifted the corners of his mouth tilted upwards in embarrassment and joy. Bachira was just barely holding back a laugh. When he found his voice he finally managed to speak after a moment.

“Y-yes. I'm very okay." Isagi's voice was still laced with embarrassment, but he continued anyway. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice still laced with embarrassment, but there was genuine curiosity behind it now. He tries to steady his heart as he looks at her expectantly. He watches as she looks at him surprised stuttering out her words.

“W- I- no?? Like I don’t. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Isagi nodded, his mind reeling. This day was wild already, she was flirting with him, he was flirting with her– it was really something else. He couldn't deny that the idea of her not being taken was something that gave him the confidence to continue.

"You don't?" He asked again, this time a little slower just to hear her say it. His eyebrows rose, his cheeks were hot with embarrassment, his mind began to race. Deep blue eyes remained on her, he couldn't help staring. He didn't need any other confirmation other than this. he smiled softly, trying to hide just how happy her answer made him.

“Oh, So that means there's no one who'd come and beat me up if I asked you out?" He asked her jokingly, but his voice still remained soft.

“o-oh uh no that wouldn’t happen….” Smiling wider as he caught onto the fact that she'd blushed. She was too adorable, the way her eyes were looking at everything but him. Her hands nervously pulling at her shirt. That, and her soft, smooth voice was sending him into a state of bliss.. And he was starting to get carried away. His grin grew.

“Wellll... Can I ask you something then?"

“Y-yeah?” Shyly looking up at him he noticed the tips of her ears looking red.

“Would you like to go out with me?" He had put all his cards out on the table now and was waiting in anticipation as he asked her. He could hardly believe that he'd gotten to the point of asking her this. His heart was beating out of his chest and there was something happening in his stomach. It wasn't pleasant... The nerves were eating away at him.

“Mhm….i would.” Isagi felt his breath catch in his throat as she agreed. His cheeks were heated, his palms were sweaty, his fingers were trembling. He couldn't breathe. Everything about this felt surreal, there had to be a catch. But, no. It was really happening, he really just asked her out on a date and she agreed.

“Really?" He watches intently as she rocks on the heels of her feet looking away from him. “Mhm.”

His heart was still beating out of his chest. His whole body felt tingly as his cheeks grew hotter. Her answer had taken him by surprise, it'd been a lot easier than he thought it'd be to ask her. His eyes were drawn towards her lips, they were so cute and looked so soft…

Just before he could say anything though, Bachira coughed.

"Isagi?"

Jolting she glances over at him flushing in embarrassment forgetting he was there. She’d completely put all her focus on the boy flirting with her. Bachira looked more like an amused observer, his lips curled up into a small smile. Isagi was flustered to have been caught staring, he snapped out of his thoughts to glance over at him. He felt his face grow even more hot.

“W-what?"

He felt a wave of embarrassment slack him in the face as his friend’s laughter rang out. he'd been enjoying watching what was going on behind the scenes. Bachira's teasing was usually directed towards Isagi, who was easy to tease. So, seeing him be the one getting teased for once and being affected this much by was entertaining.

"You're all red, man.." Bachira teased, the corners of his lips remained curled upwards.He whips his head around to hear the girl snickering at him, hand over her mouth.

“Shut up." Isagi tried his best to sound annoyed, but his voice came out sounding flustered. He was very flustered, he was still red like a tomato. His mind couldn't seem to come up with anything else.. The only thing his body was focused on was her. Her pretty face, her soft voice, her sweet smile, her laugh…. Flinching he felt her grab his hand and he froze.

“Here.”

His heart skipped a beat as she grabbed his hand and held it firmly. He couldn't help, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. Was she really holding his hand? Her touch was so soft... her grip was gentle, yet firm.. He found himself trying not to close his eyes in that brief moment. She steps closer to him turning to hold her hand in front of him. He was hoping she couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest as her back pressed up against his chest. He feels frozen where he stands as she writes her name and number across his wrist.

“How about you can decide after you win your next game yeah? I’ll be watching so don’t disappoint me.”

His eyes remained on her as she wrote her number down on his wrist, their thumbs grazing together and sliding together for a brief moment. The feel of her grip on his wrist had Isagi's body tingling and his mind racing. He was taken aback by her gesture, but his mind was only focused on one thing right now. She wanted to watch him? She'd be there... watching him? Isagi couldn't help, he grinned, his pulse was rising. Once she finished she moved away from him letting his wrist fall. Capping the pen she held she tapped the end on his nose smiling at him.

“Don’t disappoint me now pretty.” Isagi was startled by her words. For the first time in his life, he was called pretty. His cheeks went red and that one word alone caused his entire world to stop moving around him, he felt so warm.

“I don't plan on it. You'll see, I'll be impressive." He said, his tone was much more confident than he'd meant to sound. She rolled her eyes at him letting a huff leave her lips.

“I’ll definitely hold you to that Mr egoist.”

“Oh?" Smirking he was aware that she was teasing him.He chuckled as it was his turn. “You have no idea..I'm gonna do my damn best to go all out in the game and win." He was already confident. His ego was growing, but he didn't mind that. He had every right to be confident with the skills that he had. His cocky smile remained on his lips.

“I expect to see you there?" He watches as she swallows hard looking up at him. She felt her face heat up at the look of determination in his eyes.

“y-yeah definitely. I’ll keep my eyes on you the whole time….”

Now isagi could feel the adrenaline running through veins. This was all so new to him, the way she was acting so flirty, the way her eyes were on him and her cheeks were flushed just by his look.. The way she was talking right now was making his whole world spin again. Smiling he was enjoying the feel of all those butterflies. He let go of her hand finally and he looked away for a second.

“Okay, then. I guess I'll see you there." He finally said as he turned to leave. Clutching his jacket in hopes to stop his heard from beating so loudly in his ears. He was on cloud 9 and he couldn’t even process this moment being real.

“Yeah… bye yoichi. See you there.” Isagi waved at her, turning to exit. He felt her eyes still lingering on him as he went. His mind was filled with so many thoughts right now. He couldn't believe that he'd done that, he couldn't believe that it had happened... But, it did happen. He had got a date. He had a date with the prettiest girl he'd ever met. That didn't seem real, and he couldn't be happier about it. As he left the gym, Bachira was waiting for him with a smug look on his face.

“You got a date?" Bachira asked, watching him as he approached. Isagi's cheeks were glowing bright red, his grin was infectious. "Shut-up." Isagi snapped back, clearly feeling flustered still. His hands were trembling ever so slightly and he was aware that it was all over his facial expressiosn. He attempted to hide his emotions but to no avail, he was just too excited for his own good.

“Awwwww Come on, you can't lie! I can see it all over you, your face is bright red and your lips got this dumb grin on em. You're down bad when you're flustered, and the way she was looking at you? Yeah, you got a date." Bachira said excitedly as he watched his friend trying his best to hide his emotions.

“Shut. up." He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. Isagi didn't want to acknowledge that his friend was right, but he had a point. He was right. Isagi could still feel her hand on his wrist. He felt like he could still feel her breath on his skin. His cheeks were red, his hands were shaking. All because this damn date.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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Hihi… can you please write Ran, Rindou, and Kakucho with a bimbo girlfriend?? (Separately)🤞🏾 You can write Kisaki but for him the bimbo is his sister(not incest btw) ! All fluff please. I love your work it’s so well written!

Thanks for the compliments and love! Here you go, lovebug! Couldn't figure out Tetta for this one because all i see is him being endlessly annoyed with his sister and attempting to disown her somehow...

Some Things Don't Change: Ran Haitani /Rindou Haitani/Kakucho Hitto x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.1k

tw: fluff, College AU!

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Rindou Haitani (College AU)

Rindou's never really understood you. You're pretty - definitely his type. If he had the vision of his ideal Barbie doll and it came to life... you'd be the spitting image of what he was looking for. But for some reason, you're a little... well...

"Rin!"

The textbook in Rindou's hand drops to the pavement at the sound of your high-pitched voice echoing around the college square. "Hey, Rin, wait up!" And here you come, your glossy lips and platform shoes making their way across the campus.

"Hey, babe," he murmurs, stooping to pick up the fallen textbook. "What's up?"

"I was just coming to see what's up with you," you reply, looking down at the trigonometry book with a frown. "Trig class?" You blow a raspberry, and he chuckles.

"Yeah." Rindou dusts the tome off and tucks it under his arm. "You heading back to the sorority house for the afternoon or..."

"I'm going wherever you're going!" Rindou knows what he's doing when he gets you back to the Iota Kappa house, trapping you between the boys and his desire to nap.

"Izana!" Your voice carries inside the house, too. But Izana spots his favorite Iota Kappa girlfriend, and the conversation quickly begins, drifting into the kitchen.

"Rin," Ran announces, and for a second, Rindou thinks that everyone will continue to call his name until he drops dead. Ran comes down the stairs, his eyemask askew and hair slightly unkempt. "Your girlfriend is loud."

"Sorry. I should've warned you." You reappear a few minutes later, throwing your arms around Rindou and kissing his cheek repeatedly.

"Rin, we should watch a movie tonight. Izana said we could also have some of his brownies if we wanted."

"Those are pot brownies," Ran replies unbidden, rolling his eyes.

"We'll pass on those," Rindou sputters, ushering you into the den to watch a movie without bothering to address the fact that Izana would offer you a pot brownie when he knows--

"I already ate some." Rindou sighs softly, turning to you and patting your cheek gently.

"Okay, no worries." Rindou tries to stay calm, flicking on the TV and allowing you to pick the movie. You settle for Fool's Gold, and Rindou keeps an eye on you while you settle into him, tucking his arm around you. There goes his Trig homework. And a nap.

Ran Haitani

Ran knows he's late for dinner.

He drags himself up the stairs of the apartment complex and tries to make sense of how he lost the fight tonight, but it's all forgotten when he opens the door and sees you slumped over the table, your face planted firmly on the glass surface.

"Y/n?" Ran's fingers shut the door with the same careful grip he'd used on his brother an hour before, then he shakes you awake, stooping low to see your face as your lashes flutter in the dim light.

"Mmmm... Ran?" Your sleepy gaze captures his heart, but you're still dressed in your apron and day clothes - an obvious sign that you've fallen asleep while waiting for him to return. "I thought you'd never come home..."

"I'll always come home," Ran reassures you, kissing your forehead and looping his hands around your shoulders. "Come on, it's time for bed."

"But I made dinner." Ran glances at the stovetop and grimaces at the sight of the once-frozen lasagna sitting meekly in a pan.

"I'll make sure to eat some. I'm going to get you tucked in first."

"Okay..." Ran attempts to avoid the stench of the obviously not homemade dish by turning his head. Thoughts of how the lasagna will "magically disappear" float into his mind as he walks with you into the bedroom. You aren't the best cook, but you tried. And the effort is all that matters. Cereal it is.

"Maybe tomorrow we can have a nice breakfast..." Ran nods as you go on about all the things you'll make, all the pretty things you'll wear, all of the things...

"I'll take you out to eat," he chimes in, taking your apron and folding it over the dressing table chair. "And you can wear that new pair of shoes I got for you."

"Right," you muse, climbing into bed after putting on one of Ran's old t-shirts. "That new pair of shoes..." As you fall asleep again, Ran goes about the room, undressing and washing his face in the bathroom sink. Only when he's cuddled up to you does he realize you didn't even ask if the fight went okay. But tonight, he's grateful for the oversight. It'll save him some embarrassment in the morning.

Kakucho Hitto

"Kakucho, how do you spell..."

Kakucho lifts his head from his video game. "S-c-r-a-b-b-l-e."

"Thanks, honey bear," you reply, waving your pen before putting it back on the paper. "I'm almost done with the poster for game night."

"Oh, yeah?" Kakucho pauses his game, stands up, and looks over your shoulder at the pink paper covered in glitter, stickers, and - of course - your loopy handwriting taking up the rest of the space. Kakucho knows this won't attract a lot of guys to the game night he proposed two nights ago. But you look up at him, smiling wide and so proud of yourself...

"Do you think they'll like it?"

"I think they'll love it," Kakucho lies, but only to save your pride. Your face brightens, and you turn back to the paper, scribbling a little more on it.

When Kakucho takes it to Tenjiku's headquarters, he's one-fifths ashamed, but three-fifths worried it'll get laughed at and taken down instantly. It would do his heart a huge disservice, but he had to try for you.

It doesn't take long for the hardened men to catch wind of the frilly pink paper at the entrance of the building. And it takes a little while for the comments to come flooding in.

"Kakucho, did you make that?"

"Kakucho, your handwriting is so beautiful!"

"Kakucho, you're so gifted with the glitter!" Amidst the guffaws of his compatriots, Kakucho stands firm, places his hands in his pockets, and announces,

"Y/n made it for us." The laughs quiet down immediately. There's a long pause before someone's thumb raises above the crowd.

"She did a wonderful job, Kakucho."

The comments pour in again.

"Y/n did this? Wow, I would love to go to game night!"

"Is there anything we should bring?"

"Y/n must be a graphic designer! This is pure art!"

That night, many members of Tenjiku show up for games, food, and "all-around fun," as noted by your poster. Kakucho's never seen a bunch of iron-hard men turn into soft-shelled beings, but your smile and hostess skills make them melt. They even help you get things off shelves and remind you how to use the game controller when you want to play Mario Kart.

"Do you think it's going well?" you ask Kakucho as the night is winding down.

"I think it's going great. All thanks to you." Kakucho kisses your lips and then returns to his friends for an intense game of S-C-R-A-B-B-L-E.

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class-1b-bull · 19 days

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Ayo you're back!! Awesome!! Could I perhaps ask for how each of them are when they're chronically sleep deprived? Like "I've lived off of caffeine for the past two weeks and I am currently communing with the microwave via love bites" kind of sleep deprived (and maybe what the others do to get them to fucking bed)?

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he already casually drinks energy drinks so no one really noticed he was as tired as he was until they tried talking to him. Bro can not understand a word being said to him at any given moment. Not to mention he sounds like the dyslexic scene from the ghost stories dub. Rin or someone probably throws him onto his bed only for him to almost instantly pass out lmao.

Sen - everyone knew he was lacking sleep when the saw him poor an energy drink into black coffee and say sorry to a wall for walking into it. He eventually falls asleep on the common areas couch and his classmates just leave him there undisturbed. (Monoma did draw on his face with a sharpie thought)

Kamakiri - it takes so long for people to find out hes lacking sleep. Him cussing at objects and drinking 12 black coffees in five minutes or less is considered normal for some reason. They only realize hes desperately needs rest when he doesn't immediately try to fight tetsu when he asks to train his quirk. He probably just ends up falling asleep on his own since he dosent let his classmates in his room anyways.

Kuroiro - bro is always sleep deprived so nothings new. He goes on average 2-3 days without sleep. So him walking into class with a bag full of energy drinks and a large black coffee extra espresso in hand no ones really surprised.

Kendo - shes pretty good at keeping a good sleep schedule but because of that kendo losing only a few hours of sleep can really mess with her head. So a full all nighter has her seeing stars and stuff. Everyone can instantly tell shes exhausted and all it takes is for someone to ask her to go take a nap and she does just that no problem.

Kodai - when shes sleep deprived she actually becomes more talkative but shes yawning in the middle of every sentence and constantly losing her train of thought (not to mention she poured an entire pot of coffee onto the floor before realizing she missed her cup completely.) Komori or kendo probably takes her to bed lmao

Komori - shes a very loving person so when shes sleep deprived its probably because she struggles sleeping without someone near her. Shes probably used to sleepovers with the other girls (mostly pony and setsuna) so once the girls see komori bite into a piece of tree bark she found on the ground they decided to hold a small sleepover to help her out.

Shiozaki - its really hard for her to become tired much less sleep deprived since she can absorb a little energy from the sun with her vine hair (at least thats what the wiki said) but since shes used to the sun giving her a little boost she quickly becomes tired during long periods of clouds and rain with little sunlight. She starts to doze off while standing and kendo has had to carry her to her room more than once during this.

Shishida - once he starts getting tired he takes less care of his hair(fur?) And it quickly starts getting tangled and matted. He unintentionally starts sounding like an old man thats fought both world wars. Idk its just his tired tone of voice lmao. He probably doesn't drink energy drinks so when hes sleep deprived there isnt a moment where there isnt a black coffee in his hand. He probably ends up falling asleep sitting up in a chair.

Shoda - if hes lacking too much sleep and the coffee and energy drinks arnt helping anymore he will simply fall asleep at his desk for a few minutes at a time or in the common area. If hes that sleep deprived he will catch up on sleep through little naps throughout the day instead of just going to bed normally. (Which arguably makes his sleep deprivation worse)

Pony - when shes sleep deprived she dosent bother with brushing her hair in the mornings or things like that so as she gets less and less sleep she looks more and more like a zombie. She probably is a lot like komori and needs one of the girls to help her sleep a bit.

Tsubaraba - hes always sleep deprived. It gives charachter. He'll go for days without sleep and not even notice until one of his classmates point out how hes taking to his own shadow. Rin and awase got him to go to bed. (It took welding him down but if it works it works)

Tetsutetsu - not getting proper sleep isnt manly in his opinion, so he tries his best to take good care of his sleep schedule. So on the rare times where he is lacking sleep hes not sure what to do. He ends up falling asleep in class and staying asleep until schools over pretty much. Other than being really tired and barely being able to form a coherent sentence hes not as bad sleep deprived as ya think.

Tokage - she will say absolutely anything and everything she thinks of when shes tired and she will be immediately forget what she said. Its not anything mean or remotely understandable for that matter, but she will say it. She seems the type to get more tired from things like coffee and energy drinks so those dont help. The only way she gets any sleep is either from the girls sleepover or by actually collapsing

Manga - pulling 4 all nighters in a row just to draw was not his smartest moment. Doing that during exam season was an even dumber move. He pulled up to class without a pencil or book of any kind but he had a black coffee with triple espresso. He dosent like coffee but he forgot until he was already half way done with his coffee and the bitter taste hit him like a truck. After that he slept for like 2 and a half days straight.

Honenuki - he can go 4 or 5 days without sleep but in those final few hours on the last day he loses all grip on sanity lmaoo. He'll be fine and then suddenly he'll be drinking 12 energy drinks in one sitting and forgetting his own name. Hes pretty good at getting himself to sleep at that point tho.

Bondo - no one can tell hes sleep deprived until he falls asleep standing up. He starts moving all sluggish like and is constantly yawning but other than that not much of a difference despite how tired he is. He probably ends up falling asleep in the common area.

Monoma - he loses an hour of sleep and he'll look like he hasn't slept in months. So even one all nighter causes him to get the biggest eye bags youve ever seen. He can only stay awake thanks to the multiple energy drinks he has. He finally gets some sleep after kendo knocked him out.

Reiko - she usually stays up later than the rest of the class so shes used to having a bit less sleep than some of her classmates but the second she starts walking into walls because she can barely keep her eyes open she knows its time for bed. When she gets like this she can sleep for almost a full day and a half and still be tired when she wakes up. Becoming sleep deprived is how she knows its bed time.

Rin - the only reason he would ever lose sleep is if he stayed up all night studying or some nerdy thing like that lmao. Day of the test he walks in with the biggest eye bags and 12 energy drinks in his bag only to pass out the second it starts and not wake up all day. He refuses to pull all nighters after his final grade dropped 20% from that.

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thesparklingwriter · 1 year

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a moment to ourselves

“I never said I would be the only wearing the face mask, did I?”

tags: pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, reader works a lot and zhongli wants his wife back, this does not follow the slight plot that was emerging so no amber, sorry :(

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everybody say thank you rin for this chapter :)

You’ve been quite busy with work the past few weeks, so you often go to bed late and wake up late to an empty bed. Zhongli resists the urge to wake you up every morning before he leaves, but he knows you need your sleep, so he never does. But today is a little bit of an emergency.

“Love, may I ask you a favour?” He asks softly, running a hand through your hair. He feels horrible for waking you up, but he’s also feels horrible because he’s barely spoken to his wife properly in weeks.

You stretch as you wake, confusion in your eyes. “Did I oversleep?” You yawn, and Zhongli laughs, lowering his head to kiss you lightly.

“No, you’ve about an hour.” He says. “I wanted to ask you for a favour.”

“I’m listening,” you smile. Ordinarily, you’d be upset that your sleep has been affected, but all in all, you’ve missed your husband. So you don’t complain. Zhongli is pretty much dressed for work, his long silken hair falling over his shoulder as he sits next to you and begins to talk, his voice husky.

“We have an important customer coming into the parlour today, and he very much values traditional Liyuean customs. I thought it might be suitable to ask you to do my hair.” He clears his throat as he awaits your verdict.

“That’s very sweet.” you smile.

Zhongli clears his throat again, surprised by your compliment. “Attention to detail is simply very important at the parlour. I’ll take you out to dinner to reimburse you for your time.”

“Li, my love, not everything has to be give and take, you know.” You chuckle. “I’ll do it for you, free of charge.”

Although you’ve told Zhongli this thousands of times, he still seems slightly unconvinced by your words. “Alright,” he sighs. “I’ll go and get the brush.” He disappears into the bathroom, for longer than is strictly necessary for a man who is simply collecting a brush.

“Are you drowning in the cabinets or something?” You call, chuckling to yourself.

“You’re quite the jokester,” Zhongli calls back. “Hu Tao gave me some face masks last week. I’ve been intending to give them to you, but we seem to have been a little out of sync lately.”

You chuckle to yourself. The distance has been palpable—although neither of you are mad at each other, the fact remains: you’re asleep when Zhongli is awake and when you’re awake, Zhongli is asleep or also working.

“I don’t know if I have time…” you sigh. You want to stay here, you really want to, but you can’t be late. Not again.

“You have time. I took the liberty of rescheduling some of your duties this morning.”

“Zhongli!” You groan incredulously. He usually doesn’t intrude into your life like this—he just asks you to do things and hopes you’ll pull through with it. He has been asking you to ease up on the work for a while now. Maybe you pushed him a little too far.

“I will not apologise. You deserve a break.” He hands you the pot, and you can’t even be mad at him. The face mask smells really good, and it’s cold to the touch. It’s just what you you need right now. You want to be mad at him for taking liberties, but you know you need the break.

“Alright. You win. I’ll put the face mask on and I’ll do your hair, and then I’ll go to work. Deal?”

Zhongli hums, as if he’s weighing up the pros and cons of this deal in his head before he agrees. But him saying no to you was never really an option. You shovel your hand into the face mask and smother it on his nose, making him blink in surprise. “I never said I would be the only wearing the face mask, did I?” you tease.

Zhongli retaliates by doing the same, but he manages to get most of it on your mouth.You drag your hand across your mouth to try and get it off, but you only smear it further, causing him to chuckle heartily at you.

“You're such a cheat.” you complain, but Zhongli pays you no mind, reaching out to wipe your lips with his thumb, which, unsurprisingly, doesn’t work. You open your mind to complain once again, but you’re silenced by Zhongli pressing his lips against yours. He kisses you gently, as if he has all the time in the world, and for the first time this week, you feel like time has stopped for you.

“I’ve missed you,” he says softly. “I really have. Would it be cruel of me to ask you to work less?”

You pretend to contemplate as you layer some more of the mask onto his face. “Not if you ask nicely, I suppose.”

“Was that not asking nicely?” Zhongli grins playfully.

“I think you can do better.” You laugh, standing up to go and wash your hands so you can do his hair. Zhongli pulls you back to him by your hand, settling you on his lap. “What’s this about now?”

“I’m not letting you go until you agree to lower your hours. You’re over working yourself, it’s not healthy.” Zhongli litters your hair with kisses as he tries to reason with you. Little does he know you’ve been convinced since the moment he opened his mouth.

“You’re getting the mask in my hair,” you groan. “I’ll sort it out, okay? As long it makes you stop whining.”

“I am not whining.”

a/n i really just wanted someone to tell me to work less so i made Zhongli say it lol

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kazumiku · 2 months

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Sides of a coin

13 Hangout

→ 12 Cookies, m.list, 14 Plan

(823 words) Written part below ⇂

Okay, so maybe skipping class wasn’t the smartest solution from the bunch. But it’s not like you’re good with immediate confrontation either. How could you meet the man after that incident? As silly as it is, it shook something in you and prodded at uncharted territory you swore you’d never pursue.

Thinking had got cut short when someone knocked at your door, and you lazily stand to open it.

“Tinamad nakong maglakad,” Scaramouche stepped in without a care, tossing his shoes elsewhere as he went straight to plop on your couch.

“Putangina, may tsinelas dito! Suotin mo, tanga,” tossing it towards his feet, he whines before begrudgingly putting it on.

“You order me around like a mother.”

“Pakyu ka rin.”

Kaveh arrived a few minutes after, with a tired Xiao getting dragged along while grasping on a bag of snacks for dear life. It was endearing, even if the teal boy didn’t want to be there so early since he wasn’t supposed to be out till the afternoon for his own classes. The botanist was the last to make himself at home with practiced ease, bringing over a small potted plant as a gift, as always.

It wasn’t common for any you to not attend university, so your friends had made a rule about hanging out if any of you decided to do so—everyone drops whatever they’re doing for it, important or not. ‘To make up for lost times’ is the reasoning for the pact to have been made, even though the five of you were practically glued to the hip, so it's rather an excuse to hang out. But it works either way.

“Nagugutom na’ko,” Tighnari complains as he sat on the floor of your living room next to Kaveh after placing the plant on your coffee table. “I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. Ano dala mo, Xiao?”

“... Chips,” Xiao sighs, placing the bag full of snacks on the table, next to the plant. “Si Kaveh kasi, he was rushing me. I just tossed in whatever edible thing I could find in my pantry.”

The offended expression that dawned on the blond’s face was priceless, it made everyone crack into laughter, subtle or not. And Scaramouche was certainly not. He was wheezing like a hyena.

“Tinatawanan mo dyan, Kuni,” Kaveh hissed, offering the ravenette the middle finger, which was gladly reciprocated.

“Wala. Ayoko sa bading.”

That made you roll your eyes in clear amusement, more than entertained to watch Kaveh and Scaramouche bicker. But what’s more entertaining if not joining in? “Sabi sa bading rin.”

“Di ako bading!” denied Scaramouche, which got him doubtful looks from everyone in the room.

“Kagabi you were calling me, crying that you miss your boyfriend kasi nag ‘break’ na naman kayo,” Xiao speaks up, exposing Scaramouche without a care, earning him a harmless glare.

Tighnari chuckles and decides to pipe in, much to the ravenette’s dismay, “Didn’t you ask me what flower language is and which flowers you can use in a bouquet to apologize to him? Simp much.”

“Oh, so this is a personal attack now? Fuck all of you.”

Your day would feel this fulfilled if it weren’t for your friends, even if it’s still morning, then it’s a morning well-spent. You almost had forgotten about the incident with Heizou, though that is a worry you’ll spend time wasting on later—bros before hoes, they say! Not that Heizou is your hoe... at least you think he isn’t.

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“Tas sinusungitan pa’ko ni Hayi kasi gusto pa niya umiyak ako! Anong kink ba yan ante, ganda ko raw umiyak ih,” Kaveh was ranting his ass off once your group changed places, happily chatting within the comfort of your room as he tossed and turned on the bed.

“What are you, a worm? Stay still,” Xiao groans, having been hit on the shoulder by the blond for the nth time by now. “Kati kati amputa. Dun ka nga kay Nari, inaabuso mo na ako.”

Tighnari raised his hands in the air, shaking his head profusely as he sat on the opposite edge of your bed with a stack of notebooks beside him, a textbook open in front of his crossed legs and a pen in hand. “Wag, masira ung pagnonotes ko, gago.”

You and Scaramouche were snickering in the sidelines, cuddling like children while a horror movie goes on in the screen of your laptop. The sound was horrifyingly gruesome Tighnari had to put on earmuffs while studying, while Xiao couldn’t hear shit when Kaveh was practically yapping right beside his ear like a mosquito.

Moments like these you couldn’t help but cherish, even though each one of you were doing something different, basking within each other’s presence is more than enough. In the end, the others joined with watching the movie in a group huddle, with occasional shrieks from either Kaveh or Scaramouche, which were scarier than the graphic movie scenes.

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a.notes; the friend groups r actually made by random, just whoever entered my mind first, so now i kinda wanna play out their dynamic and im pretty satisfied with how it turned out

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trans-mephisto · 4 months

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In the spirits of christmas eve, What do you think would your fav aoex characters want for christmas (and what would they realistically get as a gift from their friends &/ family ?)

This is a fun one!!

Let's see

Mephisto - He'd want merch for anime and games. However, the stuff he'd want would be hard to obtain (hence not having it) so nobody would get him it. Nobody would probably get him gifts either, if I'm being realistic (rip mephisto). Rin might feel a little bad and give him dinner leftovers though. Amaimon would throw a rock at his head. He'd just end up buying his own gifts

Shura - I feel like she'd be practical and just want clothes. Bras, underwear, socks. Arthur would get her cute socks and Lightning would get her the tackiest clothes he can find. Mephisto would probably give her a gift but not label it from him, but she'd figure out pretty quickly it's from him with the pink and polka dots everywhere. He'd probably give her flowers and jewelry she'd never wear and just collects dusts on her dresser

Arthur - I don't see him as super materialistic. I think he'd just want to spend time with his friends and would spend time with Shura and Lightning drinking and chatting for the holiday :] (Shura gets him some new ties anyways, she says the one he normally wears is ugly. He's drunk and nearly cries at the sentiment)

Lightning - He would probably want money. And a Lego set. Arthur gives him cash but gripes about how he never paid him back last month when he lent him money. He doesn't get the Lego set because nobody knows if he was serious or joking (he was half serious)

Amaimon - He doesn't understand the concept and asks for abstract things, like being powerful and feared or respected. Of course, not being able to buy this, Mephisto just gets him some video games (the more violent, the better. Probably shooters and hack n slash type games). He also tells him his ideas are stupid and he should be more practical, hence the rock being thrown at his head

Shiemi - she says she just wants to spend time with her friends. But everyone gets her stuff. Suguro gets her garden supplies, Renzo gives her some CDs of his brother's music, Koneko gets her socks and hair clips, Izumo gets her shoujo manga, Yukio gets her a potted plant. Rin can't afford much so he makes dinner, but he gives her an origami crane made from a gum wrapper last minute and she loves it

That's all I have energy for right now, I'd speculate on all the characters but my brain is goop. Thank you so much for the ask, I love getting em!!!

#ask #aoex #blue exorcist #ao no exorcist #christmas #oh boy now to tag all the characters #mephisto pheles #shura kirigakure #arthur auguste angel #lewin light #amaimon #shiemi moriyama

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choicesmc · 2 months

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Title: Somehow, I Never Got The Rose-Tinted Glasses MC: Rin Day Book: The Freshman Word Count: 2005 Summary: A collection of drabbles of Rin from various ages as she realizes romance may not be in her cards. Taglist: @choicespride @choicesficwriterscreations

AGE 6

‘Do you want to get together, my love?’ The young woman sighed, pulling her boyfriend into another kiss, ‘These days have been the brightest I’ve ever lived. I can’t imagine a life without you!’ ‘Nor I without you!’

Renee watched the small tv in her grandmother’s house. The sound of pots clattering as Grandma threw together something to eat made her little stomach growl. It almost made her want to test her luck and go into the kitchen.

She knew better than that, of course. Grandma hated the sight of her, curly haired hazel-eyed. She’d just ignore her, like she usually did. Or send her out the house, which was always worse.

Grandma had the tv on another one of her romance movies. The type where each ended with wedding vows. It was disinteresting but she didn’t want to risk changing the channel to Tom and Jerry or some other cartoon. Her grandma wouldn’t like it.

For now, Renee simply suffered through another dumb scene. It didn’t sit right with her. They’d only just met each other. Why would they be kissing and swearing love? It made her look away.

“Ew,” she said aloud, turning away from the scene, “You shouldn’t kiss people you don’t know.”

The clanging in the kitchen stopped for a moment. An old, soft voice Renee had come to associate with her grandma rang out, “Repeat yourself Renee. What did you say?”

Renee’s throat almost closed up. Grandma rarely called for her and when she did, it wasn’t for something good. Standing up and stammering, Renee kept her head down, careful not to look up, “I said you shouldn’t kiss people you don’t know, ma. I’m sorry.”.

She fiddled with her hands, carefully placing them in front of her, trying not to flinch as Grandma’s cackling laugh filled the air. Renee didn’t get it. What was funny?

“Come here, Renee.”

Slowly, she moved her legs towards her grandma. Heart hammering with each step. Her grandma had her hands raised and Renee flinched away.

“Nothing that sensible could’ve been something my daughter taught you,” Grandma said, handing Renee a carefully wrapped chocolate, “God must have saved most of my daughter’s sense for you.”

Renee knew food when she saw it. She didn’t understand what her grandma was rewarding her for, but either way she quickly took the chocolate remembering to thank Grandma before scampering out of sight.

AGE 11

He wore simple clothes, plain and white, like all the other kids did. But he wasn’t like all the other boys in the commune. No, not at all. He had long black hair that the leader tied into braids and had deep brown eyes that made the other girls turn red when he looked their way.

“Isn’t he pretty?” Jaime asked, eyes glued to his every movement, “I think I have a crush on him!”

“Me too, especially when he gets all considerate!” Another, Danielle, chimed. Renee shrugged, he looked like any other boy.

“Shh,” she whispered, “We’re supposed to be focusing on communicating with the stars!”

“What’s he like?” Jaime whispered, ignoring Renee’s warning, “the leader always likes pairing you up with him!”

“That’s only because I can’t read,” Renee bragged, “My mom never let me get brainwashed by the teachers and their 5G cell towers.”

“Is he just as charming up close?” Danielle asked, then leaned closer continuing, “Has he ever… tried to kiss you?”

She backed away quickly, blush spreading across her face like she’d said something undeniably scandalous. Renee just looked at her carefully replying, “He’s nice.”

Jaime looked at her, mischief sparkling behind a broad smile, “Someone’s jealous, huh? You like him don’t you! And you don’t like that we like him too!”

“What?” Renee exclaimed, “It’s not like that! He’s nice, that’s all!”

“Sure, sure,” Jamie teased, “That’s why you won’t be completely honest! You’re hoping we’ll fall out of love with him~”

“We won’t blame you,” Danielle added, “Hayden’s really cute.”

Renee stared at the two girls, unsure what they meant. Hayden was fine, really. And he was nice whenever the two of them were together. What else did they want to hear? She tried to imagine kissing him. Really hard. Like putting their lips together.

It didn’t work. It didn’t feel right.

“You got me!” She grinned instead, “I don’t want to compete with you guys!”

AGE 14

“Who’s the boy that’s been running laps around ya?” Christine looked up from her nails, tracking Winter’s reaction as she swept across the room. A purple handkerchief kept her short hair back and out of her face as she kept sweeping across.

Pausing, she shrugged, tossing out a used condom, “Harley. He’s from the over-side. Been begging to spend some time with me, that’s all.”

Humming, Christine painted another long nail red, lifting her hand to the light to check its shine, “Good, you’re too young to mess around in my business.”

“It ain’t like that,” Winter muttered, red coating her ears, “Said he wanted something honest. I told him I didn’t know him enough for that.”

“You like him? He looked pretty from afar.”

Winter leaned against her broom, conjuring up Harley in her mind. He was muscular and had a big smile that always showed off his dimples. His hair kinked and curled tight against his scalp, it’d always felt rough under her hand.

“I guess you could call him pretty,” Winter finally decided, “What’s liking him gotta do with anything? I ain’t gotta like him to call him pretty.”

Christine raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were considering keepin’ him? You gotta want him, at least, to partner up with him.”

“You’d know more about that than I do.” Winter said, turning her attention back to sweeping, “He’s pretty. That’s just that.”

AGE 16/17

Amelia leaned over Rin, checking the worksheet for mistakes. When she didn’t find any, she smiled, tousling Rin’s hair, “Atta girl! That’s another perfect score!”

Rin held up the paper, a pride overflowing as she could read her own writing. Sure, it looked like shit –she’d only just started learning how to write and read. But it was her own! And she’d made it without missing parts of the sentence and with all the words spelled correctly!

“Couldn’t have done it without ya!” Rin preened under the praise, “You’re great at teaching!”

“You’ve been studying much more. Ain’t it cuz a that Harley boy?” Amelia teased, “It’s been a couple years and he’s been stuck to you like glue all through. Thought it was about time you wrote him little love letters.”

“It’s not like that,” Rin sighed, placing her paper back down. Harley was… complicated. He was nice. She liked touching him. He liked that too. But when he slid close to her and held her hands and tried to wax poetry about her eyes, or hair, or voice, Rin wasn’t convinced. “I dunno how many times I’ve gotta tell ya that we aren’t like that!”

Amelia sucked on the bottom of her lip, worry clouding her features, “I thought I saw y’all snogging at the theater.”

Rin blushed. She hadn’t known Amelia was there! She thought they were being discreet! Avoiding looking over, Rin cleared her throat, “You did.”

“Was he forcin’ you, then?” Amelia asked, placing a hand on Rin’s shoulder, “lf he was, sweetheart, I’ll make sure he regretted every minute of it. I’ll make sure you know how to deal with him.”

“Thank ya but no,” Rin said, “I don’t like him like that. I don’t like liking ‘im like that.”

Amelia scrutinized Rin for a little longer. “Well…” she finally said, “know you can tell us anything. We won’t think less of you for any of it.”

Rin shrugged. She knew that. Still, this felt like a touch too personal. Like a problem for herself alone. “Sure. I know.”

AGE 17

Date: 04/13/20XX

Raven gave me this journal to practice writing and keep my thoughts in so… here i am. I had a talk with all of dem. All together. About Harley. It was -wired- wierd.

I just wanted them to stop teasing me about him. It got on my nerves everytime they thought we were keepin each other. I didn’t like him like that. They new that. I kept trying to tell them but they kept insisting that I had to like him to keep him around.

I told them striaght: Love like that don’t exist. I no its a… hyperbolee? (its a thing Amelia taught me, when you exaggerate a real thing).

Or at least I thought it was one of those things. But Raven just gave me a wierd look and sat down beside me. Just one of ‘em real slow looks like something was fitting into place.

She told me that that sort of love do exist in more than books. That she still felt it whenever Cat or Amelia dressed up particularly pretty or just sometimes she felt a swell for no reason when she looked at them.

I told her to stop pulling my leg. I’m aint a fool. That was wierd.

She asked me I’d ever felt like that. I told her no and I didn’t want that either. Sounded sick.

After that, she didn’t say anything. But I kind of knew it wasn’t right. I didn’t no what i was saying but i no how it sounded. If love was stomach aches and blushing crushes, then I ain’t had it.

Never.

AGE 17

Date: 05/16/20XX

Christine got me something good: take-out from the fancy over-side store. It was still fresh and steaming, I new she got if for me. She’nt even take a couple bites here and there. She sat me down and asked if I new why we’re talking.

I told her a didn’t. Truth? I figured. When ma mamas were giving me sex ed, it was mostly Christine. When they wanted to ask me things, it was Christine. Christine kept pace with me, they said, so she was always sent in for the tough talks.

She told me I might be ‘aromantic’ –that I didn’t feel romantic love. I told her she was bein’ silly. I wanted a relationship! I did! Just we’d trust each other more and would’ve been friends for a sweet time first! And we could hold hands and give each other kisses. You didn’t have to be sweethearts and dearies for that.

She asked me a couple questions after that. Stuff like: do you want someone to call you their ‘girlfriend’? If someone kissed you specifically because they loved you like butterfly-sort, how’d that make you feel?

I couldn’t answer well. Just trippin’ up and thinking ‘that ain’t right, it don’t mean anything. Just a kiss.’

Then she asked about Harley. If what Harley and I were doing was partnerin’. I got mad and told her it wasn’t like that. We just liked touching each other and hanging out. Like I’d been tellin’ them.

Christine pointed out that I hadn’t cared when Harley wanted to love on me. And I still don’t care. I really don’t.

I’ve kissed him lots and lots now. But when I try to think of kissin’ him like I’m his girlfriend… It don’t sit right with me. I’ve been thinking about it. Alot. I tried to see if maybe I was experience all the stuff that Raven did and I just hadn’t noticed. I tried thinking if he was a girl, would it be different?

I don’t think so. It just feels wrong. I think I like kissin’ him right up until I think he wants me to be his girlfriend and then I don’t like kissing him.

I don’t want to be anyone’s girl. I don’t want something like that.

Maybe Christine’s a little right. To be clear, I ain’t sure about any of this. It’ll take a while but its definitely something worth thinkin’ on…

#oc/mc #fanfic #rin #it's rin's world #rin x harley #<- not really a focus but want to touch all my bases

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