evermore

18 ... she/they ... multi

[anemonee-s]

To never being lonely again.

[lucidsei]

rafayel moans so pretty !

every time you and rafayel had sex, you’ve always had this thought at the back of your mind — that rafayel had insanely pretty moans. you tried holding back for so long, but in the end, you gave into your desires and decided that you’d do anything to hear him again — that sweet, honey-like voice of his as you ruin him.

“haah—feels s’good, baby.” he moaned, fingers tangled in your hair as you went down on him, bobbing up and down on his pretty cock. you hummed a response, sending vibrations down his length as your tongue swirled around his tip. “s—shit—jus’ like that..” he sighed, breathing heavy and uneven.

you wanted to hear those pretty whines of his, so you decided to move slower, at a teasing pace to get a reaction out of him. your tongue worked slowly around his tip while your hands stroked his shaft unhurriedly. “fuck.. stop teasin’ baby..” he whined, his other hand fisting in your hair too. you didn’t listen — unyielding as you continued tormenting him with your pace.

“ahh—so slow—can’t take it anymore—“ he shoved your head deeper, biting his lip as he took matters into his own hands. you gagged when his tip met the back of your throat, aggressively being pushed down his length. you quickly took back control, placing both hands on each side of his thighs as you started moving on your own. loud and wet slurping noises filled the room, but that’s when it started getting overstimulating for him — his hips bucking into your face as his head throbbed violently inside your mouth. “‘m close—gonna cum—!“

you moved faster — went deeper — having him hit the back of your throat every time. and even when you felt that warm liquid shoot down your throat, you didn’t stop. you kept going — swallowing every bit of him. and now, his pretty whines drowned out every sound in the room. “stop—baby—i jus’ came—!” you kept him at the back of your throat for a moment before moving again. and when you did, his moans turned into breaths — gasping for air as his hips relentlessly jerked towards you.

and when he harshly tugged your head off, you glanced at him with glassy eyes before your face was glazed with his cum. “shit—sorry, baby..” he panted, reaching out to wipe it off your face. but before he could, you licked the corner of your mouth, tasting him with a smile that told him that you weren’t done yet.

you guessed that he couldn’t control it, because you let out a victorious chuckle when he was suddenly hard again.

© lucidsei

[bronzealchemy]

I don’t feel so good

with: zayne, caleb, sylus, rafayel, xavier

content: hurt/comfort, fluff

[junplusone]

in flight | yoon jeonghan

your work as a professor of ornithology follows you home in the form of your husband and his ever-curious questions, but you don’t really mind it.

PAIRING. yoon jeonghan x f!reader

GENRE. fluff. professor!reader, very very whipped jeonghan, married au

WARNINGS. suggestive, implied sex, making out w interspersed bird facts

WORDS. 1.28k

NOTES. i love birds and i miss jeonghan. jay this is your fault for sending that picture in the gc i had to write this so i didn’t lose my ever loving shit. welcome to the most self indulgent fic i’ve written so far!!!

TAGS. @ppyopulii @callisrecords

The door is creaky as you push it open, and shuts behind you with a heavy clack. It’s silent throughout the apartment as you shrug your coat off and let your bag drop to the couch, but a quiet shuffling of fabric tells you that you’re not alone.

“Hey, honey.”

Jeonghan pads toward you with a freshly washed face, clad in his (and your) favorite hoodie. He must have gotten home not too long ago. Still late, but you suppose those are the demands of corporate life. Yours aren’t much better.

“Hi,” you say, tiredly.

He smiles warmly, allowing you to melt into his embrace. “Long day?”

“The longest.” You take in a deep breath. The scent of his face wash, his thumb brushing against your shoulder — they all hit you at once, and you welcome them. “I love my job, I really do, but…”

Jeonghan waits for you to finish your thought, patient as always. When you don’t, he merely nods and guides you to the sofa.

“It’s okay,” he assures you. “Sometimes things can become a challenge for a while. Even things you know that you love.”

You peer up at him, head resting on his shoulder. “Am I a challenge?”

“No, honey,” he chuckles, before pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “You make it the easiest thing in the world, to love you.”

“Even when I get all difficult and testy because I can’t sketch a warbler’s wing from memory?”

Jeonghan smiles. “Even then.”

You hum softly at this answer, tucking yourself even closer into your husband’s side. He shifts so you can make yourself more comfortable — you should go wash up and change, but you can’t bring yourself to get up just yet.

“What did you do today?”

“Hm?”

“If you talk about it, it might help you feel a bit better,” he reasons.

And he’s right. He only suggests this because he knows you, because you’ve been married seven years and he files away every single thing he’s ever learned about the kind of person you are.

“I taught a class,” you begin softly. “Intro to Ornithology. Just one lecture today, but it felt like it went on forever and ever.”

“Were the kids paying attention?”

“Thankfully.”

He laughs softly. “Do you still check that professor rating website?”

You snort at that. “I’m way past that now. If they hate me, they hate me. I just want them to learn things wholeheartedly and keep the lessons with them, you know.”

Jeonghan kisses the side of your forehead this time. His silent affection makes you feel like all the problems you’ve got in the world are far, far away.

“They’re lucky to have you,” he says truthfully. “Not many educators are so passionate about what they do.”

“I hope they think as highly of me as you do, then.”

You reach up to finally press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. Light, tender, warm. He smiles into it, his palm fanning over your thigh.

“Teach me something you taught them today,” he murmurs, a slightly playful edge to his voice. “Enlighten me, my love.”

You straighten then, facing him. Under the dim lights of your apartment you nearly forget what you were about to say, mind going blank as you take a moment to appreciate your husband’s gorgeous features. The gentlest eyes, the softest voice, the mischievous sparkle that is so uniquely his — a sight for sore eyes.

“We talked about flight and feathers yesterday,” you recount, shifting in your spot. “Different patterns in different species.”

“Mhm.”

“Did you know double-crested cormorants can dive up to thirty feet underwater? Their feathers don’t have the same oils as ducks and gulls. They’re not even waterfowl, actually. They’re more related to gannets and herons and the like.”

You’re straddling him now, knees on either side of his legs and your lips mere inches from his. Jeonghan is staring up at you all starry-eyed and enamored.

“You are so sexy when you talk biology,” he breathes.

This draws a sharp laugh out of your throat, just as your fingers curl into the collar of his hoodie and you pull him impossibly close. His large hands come up to rest on your hips, steadying you as he nips gently at your bottom lip.

“Go on,” he urges when you finally part for air.

His mouth trails down to your jaw, your neck, and finally your exposed collarbone, where he places a reverent kiss that makes your mind go blank.

“Yeah. Um—” A soft whine leaves your throat as Jeonghan’s teeth graze your pulse point, but his firm grasp on your waist is a reminder to stay focused. “There’s protein, in— in feathers. Keratin. The stuff in our hair. And nails.”

He smiles against your neck. “A little distracted, aren’t you, honey?”

“Jeonghan,” you sigh, keening under his gentle touch, “Jeonghan, you… What are you doing?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Must there be a reason for me to dote on my intelligent, beautiful wife?”

You’re done for. You’re helpless, under the weight of his adoring gaze, and all you can do is pull him closer for another searing kiss, letting the tension crackle and settle all around you.

Jeonghan’s fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, before he smooths them against your bare skin underneath the fabric. The warmth of his touch is a welcome burn. It sets your skin alight, makes you want more, more, more.

Suddenly, you pull away. Jeonghan’s lips are parted in confusion — he looks an adorable mess, hair a bit tousled from where you’d run your hands through it and cheeks tinged pink.

“Crows,” you say breathlessly.

“What?”

“Crows see in ultraviolet,” you repeat, keeping your palm where it’s pressed against his chest. You can feel the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat through the fabric. “Like, a bunch of shades of blue and purple instead of black.”

Jeonghan stares at you for two seconds before laughing softly, eyes shining.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, trailing his fingers up the sides of your waist. “Just thinking about how dearly I adore my wife.”

You melt into his touch, giving him a flustered smile. “Even when she’s spewing bird facts while she’s in your lap?”

“Well, I did ask her to,” he points out, amused, “but yes. Especially then.”

It’s magnetic, what you and Jeonghan have. You crave the taste of coffee that lingers on his tongue, the hint of citrus from the chapstick he uses religiously. He seems to feel the same, savoring the little sounds he’s pulling from your throat as he rubs circles into your skin.

“You are unbelievable,” are the words that leave your mouth when he pulls away to pepper your jaw with the lightest of kisses.

“I love you too,” he says fondly, watching you with all the stars in his eyes. Then that familiar twinkle reappears, and you know he’s up to something again. “How about you tell me more about crows in the comfort of our bedroom, hm?”

“Unbelievable,” you repeat, in mock offense.

“Yours,” he says simply. Truthfully.

You’re shaking your head, but he’s already scooping you up in his arms, and you can’t help but laugh as you wind your arms around his neck. He stops several times along the way to kiss your cheek, your nose — anywhere he can reach, as long as he’s close to you.

Blindly, you fumble for the doorknob to swing it open, and Jeonghan kicks the door shut roughly once you’re through.

The roguish smile on his face is a promise that you’re in for a long night.

thank you for reading in flight !! love u all xx back to masterlist

[thirteensome]

▪︎ HIS BATTERY LIFE ▪︎

Starring: [low battery] Yoon Jeonghan × [Charger] female reader [y/n]

Side characters: Starfish, Rock, Penguins and Otters

Summary: Jeonghan is blessed with low battery life, good thing he has you.

WC: 1.1k

"Commeee hereeeee..." Jeonghan whined, dragging out the words as he squirmed deeper into the sheets, wearing the most tragic pout known to humankind.

You sighed, flicked the stove off, and stomped toward the bedroom. "Jeonghan, you need to eat something if you want energy."

He kicked his feet like a petulant child. "You are my energy. Get on the bed."

"If you wanna rest, you can rest alone," you shot back. "At least let me cook for the night, okay? I’m not doing takeout for the third night in a row."

"I don’t care," he grinned, patting the empty space beside him. "We’ll make it four nights. Get on the bed."

You crossed your arms. “Jeonghan, no. I’m not getting on that bed. I’m cooking, end of discussion.”

He sat up, hair a fluffy mess, eyes squinting at you like you’d just committed treason. “What’s the point of cooking if you’re not here to taste-test with me? The chef must dine with the king.”

“You’re not a king,” you deadpanned.

“Then I’m the patient,” he countered dramatically, collapsing back down. “And you’re my emotional support… whatever. You can’t leave a patient alone. It’s illegal.”

“That’s not how anything works,” you muttered.

He peeked over the blanket like a cat. “If you don’t get on this bed in the next ten seconds, I’ll… I’ll eat raw pasta. And you’ll have to live with that guilt.”

You rolled your eyes. “Eat the pasta. Choke on it. I’ll call the ambulance.”

He gasped like you’d stabbed him. “Wow. My own soulmate wants me dead. Unreal. Get on the bed before you destroy my faith in humanity.”

You shook your head, but the corners of your lips betrayed you with a small smile. “You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s why you love me,” he said, patting the spot beside him again.

You shook your head, still standing your ground. “Not happening, Jeonghan. I’m finishing dinner.”

He groaned dramatically, then went still. “Okay… fine.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Fine?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head. “If you don’t want to be with me, that’s okay. I’ll just… suffer here. Alone. Cold. Starving. Maybe… pass away.”

You snorted. “You are so dramatic.”

He didn’t respond. No whines. No kicks. Just… silence.

“…Jeonghan?”

Nothing.

Suspicion prickled at you, so you stepped closer to check if he was pulling another act. The second you were within reach—his arm shot out from under the blanket, snatching your wrist.

“Yah—!”

With one swift tug, he dragged you right onto the bed, the blankets swallowing you whole.

“Gotcha,” he grinned, wrapping himself around you like a smug octopus.

“Jeonghan! I told you—”

“Shhh.” He rested his head on your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. “See? Much better. Dinner can wait. I can’t.”

“You’re impossible,”

“And you’re trapped,” he whispered, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

“Jeonghan—” you started, but it was useless.

He snuggled closer… and then even closer. Every few seconds, his arm tightened around your waist like you might escape if he loosened it.

He buried his face against your chest, letting out a satisfied hum. “Mmm… this is it. My charging station.”

“Charging station—?!” you scoffed.

He tilted his head just enough to look up at you, grinning like a menace. “Yep. I run on you.” Then, without shame, he rubbed his face against you like a cat marking territory. “So warm… so soft… yep, never leaving.”

“Jeonghan, I can’t breathe—”

“Yes, you can,” he said matter-of-factly, already tucking his head back down. His voice came out muffled. “Pat my butt.”

Your brain short-circuited. “Excuse me??

“Yes.” His voice was firm, but the way he nuzzled against you made it more ridiculous than intimidating. “Pat. My. Butt.”

“Why would I—”

“Because it’s comforting!” he whined, wriggling like a restless cat. “You have nice hands. I deserve this.”

“You’re insane.”

“Pleaseeee…” He tilted his head back to give you a full view of his ridiculous pout. “Do you want me to starve and be emotionally neglected in the same night? Because that’s what’s happening right now.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine—”

Before you could finish, he grinned and wiggled his hips in victory. “Atta girl. Don’t hold back.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

You gave him one light, hesitant pat just to shut him up.

“Hmm,” he hummed contently, eyes already half-closed. “See? Therapeutic… for both of us.”

You rolled your eyes but kept going, partly because you knew he wouldn’t stop whining otherwise.

A few seconds of silence passed before he mumbled, voice low and sleepy, “You know… sea otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift apart.”

You blinked down at him. “Why… are you telling me this?”

“So you don’t drift away from me,” he murmured like it was obvious, wiggling just enough to get more comfortable.

You sighed but your hand kept moving.

Another pause. “Did you know… if you cut a starfish in half… it can grow back?” His words slurred slightly, like he was fighting sleep.

“Jeonghan…”

“I could be a starfish,” he continued seriously. “If I lost half of me, I’d just grow it back. It sounds fun"

You choked on a laugh. “You’re insane.”

He ignored you, clearly drifting. “Mmm… oh, and shrimp… shrimp can see more colors than humans. Like… colors that don’t even have names.”

By now you were shaking your head with a smile you didn’t want him to see.

“And… and penguins propose with pebbles,” he whispered, his voice almost gone. “I’d give you… a rock. But… you’d probably throw it at me.”

You laughed softly. “You know me so well.”

“Mhm…” he hummed, already half-asleep, still wearing the smuggest little smile.

You looked down at him, ready to roll your eyes again… but stopped.

His face was so relaxed, lips curved in the faintest smile, eyelashes brushing against his cheeks. For someone so annoyingly dramatic two minutes ago, he looked completely at peace now—like your presence was the only thing holding him together.

Something in your chest softened.

Without thinking, your free hand slid into his hair, fingertips tracing his scalp in slow, tender strokes while your other hand kept patting his buttocks in a steady rhythm.

He let out a quiet, content hum. “Mmm… that’s nice.”

You leaned down, brushing your lips over his forehead. He didn’t open his eyes, just smiled wider.

Then you pressed a kiss to his temple… the bridge of his nose… and finally his closed eyelids, lingering there for a second longer.

“Mm,” he sighed, the sound melting into a lazy chuckle. “You’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve it,” you murmured, almost surprising yourself with how gentle your voice came out.

His smile grew, slow and warm, like the sun creeping over a horizon. “Told you… you love me.”

You kissed his forehead again, softer this time, and felt him nuzzle deeper into you, his smile never fading as he let himself get lost in your care.

Yupp you are definitely his charger.

___________________________________________

#Tired jeonghan is my weekness

#Jeonghan I miss you

#Jeonghan I hope you are getting your naps

[xinganhao]

LINGER ─── starring: joshua & jeonghan.

it looks like your brother, joshua, is trying to set you up with his best friend: yoon jeonghan. (commissioned!!!)

ᯓ★ YOU KNOW I’M SUCH A FOOL FOR YOU… DO YOU HAVE TO LET IT LINGER?

joshua isn’t subtle. 

he thinks he is. thinks he’s sly when he leans against the kitchen counter like that, as if this is all casual, no ulterior motives, no grand plan. 

his “hey, what are you doing later?” comes out just a little too rehearsed, like he’s been practicing it in the mirror.

“why?” you ask, pouring yourself a glass of water. the morning sun catches the rim, makes it sparkle like you’re in a toothpaste commercial. you take a slow sip just to make him wait for your answer.

“no reason,” he says, too fast. “well. jeonghan’s dropping by. we’re gonna play that new board game i told you about. you should join.”

you blink at him, resting your glass on the counter. “you invited jeonghan over without telling me?”

“‘cause you like him,” joshua says, with the smugness of someone who thinks they’ve just uncovered a great mystery. “he’s funny. good at games. you’ll get along.” 

there’s a laugh bubbling in your chest that you have to swallow down. “hm,” you say instead, leaning on the counter across from him, mirroring his posture. “and this is totally not you trying to set me up with your best friend?”

he scoffs, looking anywhere but your face, like he’s afraid you might see right through him. “don’t be ridiculous.”

“right.” you nod slowly. “ridiculous.”

joshua shrugs, pretending to be absorbed in his phone. “so you’re in?”

“i guess,” you say, as if you weren’t already planning to see jeonghan tonight anyway. the corner of your mouth threatens to curl upward, but you hide it by sipping your water again.

later, when jeonghan shows up, the front door creaks open and he steps in with a smile meant just for you. warm hand on your shoulder, the tiniest squeeze, before he moves on to greet joshua. 

as joshua rambles about the board game rules, jeonghan meets your gaze across the room. the smirk that tugs at his lips is for you alone.

you don’t have the heart to tell your brother he’s just a little late to the party. 

--

joshua’s been at it all morning.

he’s pacing between the couch and the kitchen, dropping not-so-subtle hints about how “you should really help jeonghan with that thing later.” no context. no explanation. only that loaded sentence and a look that screams i’m doing you a favor. 

every time he passes by, he glances at jeonghan as if they’re co-conspirators. in reality, joshua’s the only one convinced this is all his idea.

jeonghan plays along, because why not? it’s harmless. and it’s amusing to see how hard your brother is working for something that’s already long in motion. besides, it’s the perfect excuse to spend time with you.

when you finally wander into the living room, hair still a little mussed from sleep, hoodie sleeves covering half your hands, joshua perks up like a golden retriever who has heard a squirrel. 

“perfect timing,” he says, a little too triumphant. “jeonghan needs your help with—” he falters, clearly realizing he has no idea what to insert there. “—uh, that thing.”

“right,” jeonghan says easily, “that thing.” 

his gaze flickers to you, catching the sleepy curve of your smile as you settle into the seat beside him, close enough that your knee brushes the cushion near his thigh.

joshua hovers for a moment, shifting his weight like he’s waiting for something magical to happen, he then disappears into the kitchen, probably patting himself on the back for his matchmaking genius.

jeonghan doesn’t waste the opportunity. his knee nudges yours—lightly enough to pass as accidental, but lingering long enough to send a quiet pulse of awareness up his leg. his hand drapes casually over the back of the couch, fingertips grazing your shoulder in a way that makes his pulse skip. he catches the brief glance you shoot him, the twitch of your lips, the silent acknowledgment that you know exactly what he’s doing.

jeonghan likes this game. the pretense. 

the stolen inches of space. the warmth of your thigh against his. the way he can make you shiver from a single touch and still pretend it’s nothing. 

he’s enamored—has been for a while—and there’s a thrill in knowing he can indulge in small, quiet touches right under your brother’s nose.

joshua calls something from the kitchen, breaking the moment. jeonghan answers without looking away from you, his voice perfectly even.

he’s not in a hurry to end this charade. not when he’s winning, and not when every round feels like this.

--

joshua picks the restaurant on purpose. 

somewhere casual, good food, big enough that you can sit three to a table without feeling cramped. but not so big that he can’t watch the two of you from where he sits across. he thinks he’s subtle, blending into the background with his straw in hand, though the small, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips probably says otherwise.

he pokes at the ice in his drink, pretending to read the menu while you and jeonghan fall into your usual rhythm. banter that’s half-bickering, half-flirting, threaded with the kind of ease you can’t fake.

“you’re holding the menu upside down,” you point out.

“maybe i can read upside down,” jeonghan counters without missing a beat. “can you?”

“maybe i don’t need to,” you shoot back, raising an eyebrow.

“sounds like someone doesn’t know how,” he teases, and you roll your eyes in a way that makes him cackle.

joshua hides a grin behind his straw. 

to anyone else, it probably looks like harmless teasing. to him, it looks like progress. the way your eyes spark when jeonghan says something ridiculous, the way jeonghan’s smile softens when you push back. it’s exactly what he’s been hoping to see.

he waits until the food arrives before standing. “i’m gonna hit the restroom,” he says casually, and neither of you look up for more than a second. perfect. 

he steps away from the table, weaving through other diners. instead of heading toward the bathrooms, he makes a detour toward the front windows. he pauses to check his phone, pretends to read a dessert menu, and linger near the display case. he takes his time.

this is part of the plan. give you two space. let the conversation breathe without him sitting there like a referee. let the little moments happen when no one else is watching.

because that’s the real reason behind all of this. the careful invitations, the little nudges, the conveniently timed errands. joshua likes seeing his two favorite people happy. 

separately, sure, but especially together. you bring out a gentler side in jeonghan; jeonghan makes you laugh in a way few people can. and if it takes a little gentle orchestration to make sure you both realize that, well… joshua’s happy to keep playing the long game.

when he finally wanders back to the table, you’re leaning in, fingers brushing jeonghan’s as you slide him a dipping sauce. you’re laughing at something he’s just said, shoulders relaxed, faces a little too close.

“what’d i miss?” joshua asks, sliding back into his seat with an air of nonchalance.

“nothing important,” jeonghan says with a smile that’s far too knowing.

“just proving i’m better at reading menus,” you add.

joshua chuckles, picking up his fork. he takes a sip of water, still smiling to himself as the conversation between you two picks back up.

yeah, joshua thinks. sooo worth it.

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[athenasilver7]

Could I request ohshc x reader headcannons (separately) where reader is being bullied and goes to them?

OHSHC (separately) x GN Reader

💙 Hikaru 💙

When you come to him crying about being bullied, he just about snaps.

When you tell him it’s been happening for months? He almost loses his damn mind.

“What do you mean ‘months’?! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?!?” He grips at your shoulders a little to hard.

Yeah, he flips out. Not his best moment, nor is it the best reaction to be having right now.

He feels so fucking bad when your crying increases, no thanks to him, obviously.

Hikaru takes a deep breath and calms down. He starts soothing you, holding you in his arm and rubbing your back, mutter a few apologies to you.

When you finally relax and are able to tell him all the details, well… let’s just say he makes a few calls.

Unfortunately, your bully stays at Ouran. So naturally Hikaru takes things into his own hands.

He starts pulling restless pranks on your bully until they get fed up and transfer.

🤍 Tamaki 🤍

Tamaki eventually catches you crying to yourself one day in the gardens. He’s obviously worried and rushes over to you and asked what’s wrong.

All you can manage to sob out is, “I-I’m getting b-bullied…”

……

………….

He holds you tightly in a protective embrace, stroking your hair to soothe you as you cry against his chest.

He’s… quiet. Very quiet.

Tamaki waits patiently until you’re able to collect yourself. He caresses you cheek with a frown.

“My dear… Who is it? Who’s doing this to you?” His tone is low and his voice wavers as he talks.

You tell him who’s been bullying you.

He spends a few days conversing with your bully, trying to talk them in to changing their habits.

If you bully changes their ways, good. Tamaki won’t care for them, obviously, but he’s at least glad they’ve become a better person. And Tamaki will be practically glued to your side so this doesn’t happen again.

If your bully doesn’t change their ways, Tamaki will jump though hoops of several shenanigans to get them to stop and keep them away from you. If all that fails, he’ll reluctantly get his father to kick them out of the school. Ouran is no place for bullying, after all.

❤️ Haruhi ❤️

Well… that’s just not acceptable.

Haruhi, calmly, goes up to your bully and confronts them on their behaviour.

She’s unaware, but as she’s confronting them she’s roasting the hell out of them.

“I don’t know, bullying just seems like your lacking a hobby or something.” Her deadpan voice just makes the whole thing that much better.

Your bully scoffs and doesn’t let up as they continue to bully you the upcoming days.

Haruhi eventually snaps when she witnesses your bully trying to shove you into the fountain.

“Hey! Knock it off! Seriously, how childish do you have to be? Listen, clearly you have something going on in your personal life, and I’m sorry, but that’s no excuse to be taking it out on someone else. And if there isn’t anything personal going on in you life, then just screw off or else I’m telling the chairman!”

Your bully is baffled at Fujioka’s anger and backs off pretty quickly after that. Your bully even starts avoiding you in the hallways, keeping their distance. Haruhi just glares aggressively at them every time she sees them.

💗 Honey 💗

Tired from the constant bullying, you eventually spill your guts to him, bawling as you do so.

Honey is taken aback, but still obviously very concerned. And mad. Not mad at you, heavens no. Mad at your bully.

Granted, he maintains a calm composure on the outside to calm you.

He calms you by patting your head and whispering compliments to you, assuring you that the insults your bully throws at you aren’t true at all.

He offers you desserts and milk. You don’t want deserts? That’s fine, what do you want? You’re nuts if you think he won’t get you a crate of your comfort food.

The next day at school, all Honey has to do is walk up your bully, and your bully is immediately shaking.

Dude… Honey is practically a human weapon. Who wouldn’t be shitting bricks?

The glare on Honey’s face is not helping in the slightest.

Your bully is quick to run away, and transfers out of Ouran immediately.

🧡 Kaoru 🧡

Oh, sweetness… come here.

Lanky arms and legs wrap around you sloth-style.

He doesn’t know why you’re crying. He doesn’t need to know. He just knows that right now you need comfort, and he’s more than willing to give it to you.

I presses gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks. “Shh, shh, shh… You’re okay. You can tell me anything.” He whispers.

And tell him you do.

He’s frozen for a moment.

He collects himself and goes back to comforting you, telling you how brave and strong you are, and that you should come to him sooner when you’re in trouble.

The next day, much like what Hikaru would do, Kaoru restlessly pranks your bully until they transfer out of Ouran.

Kaoru may be sweet and nice, but he’ll be damned if someone he loves is hurt and he doesn’t do anything about it.

🖤 Mori 🖤

You’re reluctant to tell him for a very long time. Mori is just so calm and tough, a-and… and you’re not. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him or relying on him, so… you bite your tongue and deal with it.

Mori, ever the observant one, is quick to notice your change in behaviour the past few weeks.

“Y/N.”

You startle as Mori’s deep voice breaks through the silence.

“…Yeah?” You slowly turn to face him, acting casual.

“What’s wrong.”

You don’t know how, but he managed to phrase that like it wasn’t even a question, he’s telling you to tell him what’s wrong.

You avert your gaze awkwardly and eventually spill the beans.

Mori listens intently, and when you’re done he hums and nods. He gestures you over to him and wraps a protective arm around you, rubbing your back and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

The next day at school Mori, calmly, punches the wall next your bully and glares down at them. “…Y/N.” He says.

Your bully looks up at Mori with wide eyes, visibly shaking. “Y-Y/N?” Your bully asks, confused.

Mori nods, leaning down face to face with your bully. “Leave them alone.” He demands lowly.

Your bully scrambles a nod and hastily dashes down the hall. Your bully sure as hell never bothers you again after that.

💜 Kyoya 💜

Now, he’s quick to notice.

Although, he feels like an idiot for not noticing the first few days it started happening. But as the days went on, your facade slowly fell, and he quickly pieced everything together from there.

“…Y/N, is there anything you would like to tell me?” He asks casually, scribbling something down in his notebook, his tone implying that you will tell him something.

“…No.” You mutter.

Kyoya sigh and pushes up his glasses. “Are you certain?” He asks again, a twinge annoyed.

You fidget with your sleeves for a bit before telling him everything about the bullying.

That’s all he needed to hear. He wanted to know just how bad the bullying is from your end.

At that, your bully just ‘mysteriously’ disappears after that day.

You squint at Kyoya suspiciously after a month of your bully not being at school.

“…Did you kill them?” I ask Kyoya with wide, accusing eyes.

He huffs in frustration and places down his pen. “No. They just decided to transfer.”

“…Because you threatened them.” You accuse.

Kyoya merely sighs.

OHSHC Masterlist

[yumenoberu]

She’s a Teaser

Kyoya Ootori x fem!reader

summary: It’s a regular Saturday afternoon in the Ootori estate. Y/n and Kyoya, the notorious Ouran Host Club’s very own managers, silently work on the club preparations. Worn out and fatigued after hours of endless calculations and composing, someone gets distracted by a curious scene from the corner of their eye…

word count: 700 words

warnings: none!!

published: 10/18/24

author’s note: my first published fic!! who cares if it’s assessment week its not like all my projects are due and i'm back tracking my tasks— hey! duty calls when ur mind decides to plague u with fluffy OHSHC brain rot yk!! and now, my doves, please enjoy ✨🥳

‘Sitting on the foot of his couch while crunching down an endless flow of numbers and letters till the sunset. Neither of us ever spoke a word, being simply content with the comfortable silence. This was our average weekend. ’

Such was the silent arrangement Y/n and Kyoya developed over time.

The click and clacking of computer buttons overrun the comfortable silence that rang through Kyoya’s living space. The two second-years alternate between buttons on their respective keyboards, typing up an almost rhythmic stream of characters for their shared digital accounting space. Although, for one of the teens in the room, Y/n couldn’t gauge what exactly she was writing—her mind was elsewhere.

The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the monochrome walls of the Ootori estate with contrasting radiant, warm hues. They’ve been working on a proposal for the next upcoming, unequivocally extravagant, Host Club event. Accounting for the lovable, yet ever-impulsive Host King’s whims always proved to be a task of considerable difficulty.

But nothing is impossible, no? Not for the Host Club! Why, their Shadow King irresistible charm is to blame!

Y/n’s grown quite accustomed to arranging for every outlandish fantasy the eternally flamboyant, capricious Ouran Host Club’s President desired to make a reality. But man could she never get used to how exhausting the process could be.

‘We’re gonna be here for another few hours aren’t we…’

She sighs out loud, rubbing a hand on her strained eyes as she looks up from the screen, straightening her back and stretching her arms up, but not without subconsciously stealing a glance at her ‘coworker’.

Kyoya was, as she anticipated, glued to his usual spot on the couch, posture impressively as straight as a knife even after hours of sitting in the same position, and was, similarly, typing away on his computer with tired eyes with an uncharacteristic brow arched, outwardly showing his irritation at whatever was on his screen.

‘The work’s starting to take a toll on him too huh,’ She almost chuckles to herself. There was something about the sight that was so amusing to her. Perhaps witnessing his usually unwavering prim and proper facade, peel off ever so slightly was, for the lack of a better word, endearing, to her.

‘What a look.’ She thought, a playful smirk inching its way up her lips. Opening her mouth to give a teasing remark on his state, she bites her tongue, rethinking her actions.

‘But then, it always seems like more trouble than it’s worth, annoying him.’

Her puckish gaze lingered even as she relaxed the rest of her body after her little stretch. She didn’t realize she was starting to stare—being much too preoccupied by the sudden train of thoughts that cascaded across her mind at the peculiar scene.

‘Nevertheless, he always seems like he’s in a bad mood around me, wonder what his deal is…’

‘Always so condescending and cynical, not a cute look Ootori, not a cute look.’ She teased. Though inwardly, of course, she wasn’t planning on dying just yet.

She internally contemplates for a while longer, exhaling aloud through her nose, exhausted from her own ramblings. Her work, completely abandoned.

‘He’d be annoyed if he sees I’m not working… Can’t the man relax for a bit, why's he always such a grouch. That's the Shadow King for you.’ At the notion, she unintentionally let her face contort into a playful scowl.

Her inner monologue continued on, her mind jumping through hoops of arbitrary thoughts, making all sorts of faces at her disses toward the boy.

To her knowledge, he was too focused on whatever he was doing to notice she was staring at him; however, ever so clueless to the reality of things, little did Y/n know that Kyoya had noticed since the beginning.

But he didn’t mind, not in the slightest. In fact, he finds it quite amusing, cute even. Because as he recalled, just moments before, while she still wasn’t looking at him, he was doing the same thing.

He almost smiles at the thought, nevertheless as stubborn as his nature is, he suppresses it.

Then, they simultaneously fondly think to themselves,

‘What goes on in that head of yours?’

masterlist

[omicchii]

WISHBOUND LOG [ENTRY 001]ㅤA GENTLEMAN NEVER BEGS!

entanglement: morinozuka takashi x male reader

surface-level reading: the restraints don’t hold him—never have—but he stays still anyway and for once he lets you have all of him. you take it slowly because you both know it won’t last.

contents of the charm: reader is in control until he isn’t, established relationship, handcuffing, power play, dom/sub dynamics, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, copious amount of precum, overstimulation, implied marathon sex, belly bulge, creampie, anal penetration (reader receiving), handjob, anal masturbation, size kink, light degradation, praise, 4.6k words. character has been aged up!

scribbled in the margin: yo this was supposed to be for my neyveez account but it literally got BANNED. i cried for like an hour HELP ME. to whoever sent a request to that account for this fic, here it is. anyways all hail my glorious king mori

you weren’t doing anything. not even a little bit sexy. just laying on the couch with your legs in his lap, scrolling your phone like your brain was halfway offline.

his hand was wrapped around your ankle, lazy and warm, thumb moving slow and absent like it was muscle memory—like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. the tv was on but quiet, nothing interesting. neither of you were talking. nothing was happening.

but something had been building.

you’d been watching the way he sat there—legs spread wide, shirt a little damp from the post-gym shower, one hand slung over the back of the couch, the other wrapped around you like you were nothing more than an afterthought. big. calm. still. and your brain, nasty thing that it was, said it before you could stop it.

“bet you’d look good cuffed to the bed.”

you didn’t even look up when you said it. just let it sit there, stupid and accidental, heart already skipping in your chest because fuck, why would you say that out loud—

“okay.”

his voice was steady. quiet. not even a second of hesitation.

your phone slipped in your hand. you looked up at him, blinked once, hard, like maybe you hadn’t heard him right.

“huh?”

he met your eyes, no smirk, no blush, no mockery—just calm, still, willing.

“if you want to,” he said. “then it’s okay.”

and just like that, your stomach dropped. cock heavy. throat dry. your entire day rearranged around the fact that he meant it.

not because he couldn’t fight you. not because he had some secret subby streak waiting to be exposed. because he wanted to give it to you. wanted you to take control, to tell him what to do, to let you be the one who made him fall apart.

now he was laid out underneath you, wrists cuffed high above his head, stretched tight across the headboard—arms flexed, shoulders taut, whole body pinned wide and willing under your thighs like something sacred and breakable.

the cuffs clicked shut like a tease. snug, flush to his skin, secured to the bars—but you both knew it didn’t mean shit. he could break out if he wanted. easily. one flex of his wrists and they’d snap like cheap plastic. he could sit up, throw you off, flip you down against the mattress and fuck you until you cried.

but he didn’t.

he chose to stay down, body trembling under you, every inch of him held in place by nothing but his own desire to give you the reins. and it made your head swim.

you were straddling his thighs, both of you naked, heat slick between you. your cock ached against your stomach, flushed and leaking, twitching every time he gasped. but you hadn’t touched it once—not since you climbed on top of him, not since you first wrapped your fingers around the thick base of his cock and watched him jump like it shocked him.

you’d been edging him for almost two fucking hours. and it showed.

his body was drenched. sweat clung to his chest in glistening beads, dripping down the cut lines of his abs, catching at the crests of his hips where your thighs pressed tight around him. his throat was flushed, his face—fuck—his face was ruined, red and raw, lips parted in a soft, helpless pant. eyes barely open, lashes damp.

but his cock was worse.

it looked obscene. flushed a brutal red, thick and swollen, veins bulging under your palm. soaked. twitching constantly, like it couldn’t handle another second untouched. the head gleamed wet, leaking so much precum it ran down in fat trails, coating your fist, slicking your strokes until it sounded filthy—wet and fast and messy as hell.

and he was moaning.

not loud. not dramatic. just soft, ragged sounds torn out of him every time you worked the right rhythm—low in his throat, a little sharp at the end when you twisted your wrist on the upstroke, made your grip tighter at the tip and dragged your thumb right across the slit.

“fuck—hah—”

his hips jerked, stomach clenching.

you grinned. leaned in closer, letting your chest brush his, just enough for him to feel your cock pulse against his skin.

“still with me, babe?” you whispered, fingers gliding down the underside of his shaft, slow and slick and practiced. “feels like you’re starting to lose it.”

he nodded—small, shaky. voice hoarse. “y… yeah.”

you squeezed at the base and gave him a slow stroke, twisting on the way up, just to hear him gasp.

“been so good for me,” you murmured, kissing the sweat off his collarbone. his arms tensed against the cuffs. biceps flexing under the strain. his hands curled into fists, knuckles white. but he still didn’t pull.

“you could, y’know,” you said, lips brushing the edge of his jaw. “snap these. flip me over. take what you want.”

his breath stuttered. you could feel it in your grip.

“…i won’t.”

“why not?”

his voice was wrecked. low. trembling. “i want… you to.”

well, fuck. your cock throbbed where it pressed to his hip. your whole body burned.

you spat in your hand, let it mix with the mess already coating him, and stroked him again—harder, tighter, faster now. your fingers worked his cock like you were built for it. one hand pumping smooth and slick from base to tip, the other sliding down to cup his balls, rolling them slow while your thumb circled the head.

he groaned.

“f-fuck—nghh—”

his thighs twitched. his chest jerked. his voice cracked into something broken and wet and desperate when you dragged your thumb right under the tip and gave the base a squeeze that made his cock spasm in your hand.

you pulled back. stopped.

he whined. full-body shudder, hips twitching like they wanted to thrust into nothing. precum dripped steady from the head of his cock, painting his stomach in wet streaks, dripping into his navel.

you kissed his cheek. licked the sweat from his temple.

“not yet,” you whispered.

he groaned through his teeth. his head dropped back against the pillow, neck arched, jaw so tight it looked like it hurt.

“p-please…”

his voice was so quiet. you looked down at him—this massive, silent, dangerous man—and watched him tremble under you.

his cock twitched again. hard. helpless. leaking like it was crying for you.

“…want to be inside you.”

you froze.

his chest was heaving, sweat slick and shining in the low light, wrists still tight against the cuffs like it was the only thing holding him together. his throat worked around a swallow. breath stuttered again. eyes half-lidded and wet, lips red from biting them open.

your hand was still wrapped around his cock, not moving, flushed head twitching against your palm like it missed the rhythm already.

you raised an eyebrow. tilted your head.

“oh?” you said, slow and breathless. “is my hand not good enough for you?”

his brows pulled in. his abs twitched. his hips gave the smallest buck before he caught himself.

“it is,” he rasped. “just—fuck—i need…”

you squeezed the base just enough to make him groan. he was so fucking hot like this. trembling under you, not from fear or restraint but pure, restrained need. cock flushed, pulsing, leaking mess across his stomach, jaw tight with the weight of it.

“you need what?” you asked, starting to stroke again, slower this time, deliberate. you kept the pace light—nothing enough to push him close. just enough to tease. to draw every soft little breath from him.

his head dropped back against the pillows, arms flexing with tension he wouldn’t use.

“need to fuck you.”

his voice was hoarse. lower than normal. broken up from moaning too long without relief.

“need to feel you. i—”

he shuddered.

“i want to cum,” he said, honest, strained, every word dragged out like it hurt. “but not like this.”

you stilled. grinned down at him, cock aching untouched against your stomach.

he was unraveling. his thighs had started trembling again. his cock twitched in your grip like it knew what you were thinking.

and then you let go. his whole body jerked—hips jolting, breath catching, eyes wide and raw as your hand left him, fingers glistening with the mix of spit and slick that soaked your palm.

you leaned back on your thighs. his eyes followed you. heavy-lidded. desperate.

and then he saw where your hand was going.

he watched—silent—as you reached behind yourself, your hand still soaked from stroking him, slick with spit and the obscene amount of precum he’d been drooling all over your fingers. but there was more than just his mess on your skin—your own cock had been leaking the whole time, untouched, desperate, weeping over his stomach with every grind of your hips. and you hadn’t let yourself feel it. not really.

not until now.

you brought that wet hand to your rim, smeared it in slow, dirty circles, fingers slipping easy from how fucking messy you both were—and the second your middle finger dipped in, your whole body seized.

“fuck—”

your voice cracked.

your cock throbbed hard against his skin, twitching so violently it slapped your lower stomach. you’d been edging yourself without even realizing—so focused on him, on keeping your rhythm perfect, denying him over and over, that your own orgasm had been coiling just as tight in the background.

and now it was boiling up, white-hot, the second you gave yourself any kind of touch.

your breath stuttered. your thighs trembled.

mori was locked in place, cock twitching with every noise you made as you fucked yourself open with your slick fingers, chasing the stretch he hadn’t given you yet.

your moan slipped out quiet, head tilting back slightly, lips parting as you rocked into your own hand, the pressure low and deep as your middle finger sank in all the way to the second knuckle.

“f-fuck—”

mori’s voice was low. choked. his arms pulled once—just once—shoulders flexing under the strain of the cuffs, like his body forgot he wasn’t allowed to touch you. like he could already feel you around him.

your other hand braced against his chest, sweaty and firm, fingers splayed across his collarbone like you were keeping him down. even though he wasn’t going anywhere.

you added your ring finger—slow, wet, curling against that spot you knew wouldn’t hit right until—

“nnghh—ahh—shit—”

you gasped, back arching. stars blotting out your vision. your fingers weren’t long enough. couldn’t get deep the way he did. couldn’t stretch you just the way his cock always did when he bottomed out in one slow, thick thrust.

you whimpered. eyes fluttering shut. cock twitching against his skin as your fingers fucked yourself open, desperate, needy little strokes chasing that spot, that perfect drag, that ache he’d been denying you all night.

“mori—” you whispered, cracking a little, opening your eyes—

—and he was watching.

eyes glassy, lips parted, a quiet, almost broken noise spilling out as you rocked down on your fingers, slick squelching loud in the space between you. you looked right at him. smiled. breathless and wrecked.

“you’d be deeper.”

mori clenched his jaw, his chest stilled for just a second like he was trying not to breathe. then came the sound—small, wrecked, desperate as it slipped from between his teeth. his eyes slammed shut, head pressing back into the pillows like if he couldn’t see it, maybe he could survive it. like the wet, filthy sound of your fingers pumping into your own hole wasn’t driving him out of his fucking mind.

and when you pushed in a third—slick and aching to stretch more—your breath hitched high in your throat, a loud, involuntary whine bursting free as your hips jerked down onto your own hand.

he bit his lip so hard you almost swore he’d draw blood.

“f-fuck,” you gasped. your fingers weren’t big enough. they weren’t long enough. you were fucking yourself open slow, wrist flexing just to hit a little deeper, but it wasn’t the same. it wasn’t him.

he looked again. he couldn’t help it.

eyes dragged open, and he had the best goddamn view in the world. your back arched just right, body bent low over his thighs, fingers working in and out with slick, obscene pressure. his cock twitched hard against his stomach when your moan ghosted over the flushed head, so close he could feel your breath brushing the tip.

his thigh jerked under you, twitching at the stimulation, the frustration, the fucking hunger—and still he didn’t move. didn’t break free. he just watched, jaw clenched, skin burning, throat working around the moan he wouldn’t let out.

you whimpered again—softer this time, more desperate.

your fingers were moving faster now, fucking into you deep and wet, the drag of them making your thighs tremble where they pressed to his.

“nnghh… i can’t—” your voice shook, eyes fluttering shut. “mori, fuck—i want it so bad—”

you couldn’t stop grinding down on your hand. it wasn’t enough. it wasn’t him. but you were soaking your fingers, body clenching with every curl that just barely kissed your prostate, chasing that stretch he always gave you in one perfect, thick thrust.

mori’s fists clenched in the cuffs. his abs jumped, muscles pulling taut as he bit back another sound, and his cock leaked another thick rope of precum over his stomach.

you chuckled, breathless and raw, and let your fingers slide out of your hole with a wet, reluctant schlick. your rim clenched instinctively around nothing, twitching open and fluttering with need. you definitely needed more stretching—god, with how big mori was, you were barely prepped. but fuck it. that was half the point.

you liked the stretch. you liked the burn. you liked the soreness that came after, the ache that made your thighs shake and your hole flutter just remembering how deep he got. you’d take every inch of it raw and aching if it meant he’d look at you the way he was now—like he was starving.

you leaned forward, bent low again, and let your mouth ghost over the mess he’d made. his cock twitched where it lay against his stomach, flushed red, still leaking thick and steady. you ran your tongue right along the underside of the head, lapping up the fresh bead of precum that had gathered there, and moaned softly at the taste—salt, sweat, mori. pure desperation.

his breath caught.

“—hhnnggh—”

it was barely a sound, almost swallowed, but you felt it vibrate through his chest when you sat up. your ass settled against his thighs again, sticky with sweat and slick. you straddled him slow, deliberate, until the flushed rim of your hole hovered just inches above his cock.

he stared.

completely still. completely wrecked. his hands clenched tight in the cuffs, body trembling beneath you like he could barely take the sight of it. your hole—wet, fluttering, stretched red and still gaping slightly from your own fingers—right there above him, so close he could feel the heat.

you held his cock at the base, fingers slick and practiced, and gave it one slow slap against your rim.

“hnn—ahh—!”

his body jerked—thighs twitching under you, stomach spasming as the slap echoed wet and obscene in the quiet space between your skin. you did it again. tilted your hips forward slightly so the head of his cock kissed your rim and slapped it, dragged it, teased it in tiny circles that had your thighs trembling from sheer anticipation.

“nghh—fuck—”

mori groaned through gritted teeth, chest heaving. his eyes were blown wide now, locked where your bodies met. his arms strained against the cuffs—just barely, a twitch of muscle that meant he was one second from losing it.

and then—

you aligned him with your hole.

“ready?” you whispered, barely a sound, even though you were shaking.

his throat worked around a swallow. he nodded once.

you were just about to drop your weight—slow, careful, already bracing for the stretch—when suddenly, everything changed.

his feet planted against the mattress.

and he thrust.

“AH—shit—!”

he drove into you in one brutal, perfect motion—your hole forced wide around his cock, the stretch instant and burning and so deep you could feel it in your stomach. your knees buckled. your whole body collapsed forward with a strangled cry, chest crashing down against his, palms bracing flat on his shoulders.

“ah—ahhh—mori—”

he was buried to the hilt. his cock shoved in deep, the head pressing right against your prostate with no warning, no mercy, just the full weight of his need finally uncoiled after hours of denial. your thighs shook. your spine arched. your mouth opened on a moan you couldn’t even stop as your body clamped around him, milking him immediately.

and he broke.

“nnngh—hah—ahhh—!”

the sound tore out of him raw, desperate, a voice he never used. he was gasping, panting against your throat, head tipped back into the pillows, arms flexed tight in the restraints like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. his hips bucked again—tiny, involuntary—and then you felt it.

“ahh—f-fuck—!”

warmth.

thick, heavy pulses of cum spilling deep into you—heat rushing into your guts in sticky waves, cock twitching harshly with every clench of your walls. he moaned, broken this time, breath stuttering as his orgasm tore through him in a white-hot rush. his body trembled under yours, skin hot and slick with sweat, every muscle pulled taut as the relief finally hit.

“f-fuck… fuck, i—i c-can’t—ahhh—”

his voice cracked on the last syllable, rough and wrecked. he was gone. eyes fluttering shut, chest heaving under your weight, face flushed dark with exertion and the kind of relief that came from being pushed right to the edge and held there for hours.

you gasped as you felt it pour into you. hot. thick. so much.

your hole clenched down hard, trying to keep it in, and that only made him groan louder, hips giving another helpless thrust even as he came. the sheer volume of it made your head spin—you could feel it leaking already, oozing down your thighs where his cock plugged you full.

he was still cumming when he started thrusting again—messy, desperate, thick spurts flooding you deeper with every snap of his hips. he didn’t wait for you to adjust. didn’t ask. just shoved himself back in with a choked moan, the glide filthy from his own cum spilling out around the base, making it slick, wet, obscene.

you cried out—high and raw—as your body jolted from the sudden stretch, your hole fluttering around him like it didn’t know whether to clench or collapse. the pressure was too much. not enough. exactly what you needed. your fingers gripped the sheets on either side of his head, white-knuckled, as you pressed your chest to his, dizzy with the heat and the feel of him still moving inside you.

“h-hah—mori—nghh, oh god—”

your voice broke with each thrust, forced out of you by the rhythm of his hips punching up into your slick hole, dragging through the flood of warmth he’d just finished pumping into you. and he was still hard. harder, maybe. impossibly thick, pulsing with every tight squeeze of your body like it was coaxing another orgasm out of him already.

his face was buried in your throat, breath coming fast and wrecked. his lips brushed your skin, sticky and hot and open like he was trying to ground himself through you.

“too good,” he mumbled—voice wrecked, breathless, like he didn’t even realize he was saying it. “you feel—so good. fuck…”

your cock throbbed where it was crushed between your stomachs, aching and flushed, leaking constantly from how deep he was grinding into your prostate. but neither of you had touched it. it was raw friction and pressure alone, slick smeared between your bodies from how much you were leaking, and you couldn’t even find your rhythm anymore—his thrusts were too much, too fast, too deep, too everything.

he was oversensitive—you could feel it in the way he trembled, the low moans he couldn’t swallow back, the desperate flex of his thighs as he forced his cock to keep fucking into you even though he’d already emptied everything he had. but he didn’t.

he just kept moving. because your body was perfect. because you hadn’t come yet and he needed you to.

“want to feel you cum,” he breathed, voice a rasp of sound lost against your collarbone. his hips snapped up again—hard, deep, the slap of skin on skin wet and furious. “please—please, want to feel it…”

“mori—fuck—fuck, i’m—”

your legs were shaking. your thighs burned. every thrust knocked your cock harder against the mess between you, pressure building sharp and fast, tipping over into pain and pleasure in a single breathless second.

his hips slammed up into you again, thick cock dragging hard against your walls, the blunt head battering your prostate with such precision you almost couldn’t believe he wasn’t using his hands to line the thrust. his body moved under you like it was built for this—solid, braced, measured—and every upward drive was exact, like he could feel the exact moment his cock pressed against that swollen, overstimulated knot inside you and decided to grind into it.

“nnghh—mori, fuck, right—r-right there—ahhhn—!”

your voice broke, high and reedy, and your body shivered, hole twitching in rhythm with the constant, deep drag of his cock through your insides. the stretch never dulled. your rim was puffy, swollen, leaking around the base from how much he’d already spilled inside you—slick squelching with every slam of hips against ass, his thrusts only getting deeper, rougher.

you were barely holding on.

because even with his wrists strapped to the headboard, mori had seized the pace, the rhythm, the entire moment, and was fucking up into you like it was his decision now. like you had forgotten who was under you. like he was reminding you.

his body adjusted under you—shoulders lifting subtly off the mattress, back arched, thighs braced—and then every thrust started landing harder. deeper. your stomach jolted each time, and when you looked down between your bodies—oh, fuck—you could see the outline of him every time he bottomed out. bulging up under your skin just beneath your navel.

his cock was that thick, that hard, driving that deep through your hole and straight up into your guts.

you whimpered, breath catching in your throat as he pounded into you again and again, each thrust making your belly jump with the force of it.

his eyes caught it, too. he looked up at you—steady, unreadable, focused like you were the only thing he could see.

“you’re taking me all the way,” he said, voice low and even, chest heaving under you.

you shook. your arms trembled where they braced against his chest. your cock throbbed painfully between your stomachs, untouched and leaking, and still he hadn’t so much as glanced at it.

because this wasn’t about that.

this was about your hole, the way it swallowed him down again and again, the way your rim dragged along every inch like your body didn’t want to let him go. the way you clenched when he bulged your belly with one perfect thrust and held it, cock twitching deep inside you while you panted against his throat.

“look,” he murmured—voice lower now, a little more breathless, not because he was spent but because he was focused, intense in that quiet way only mori knew how to be.

his eyes dropped to your stomach. you followed. your skin was slick, flushed—and swollen. the shape of him was there. subtle, shifting under your skin each time his cock dragged forward and back.

you choked on a moan. your hands clutched at his chest, digging into his skin, needing something—anything—to anchor yourself as your hole spasmed and squeezed.

“you feel that?” he asked, almost gently.

then his hips snapped up again, harder than before.

your belly pushed out with the force of it, and your jaw dropped open on a soundless cry. your body locked down, chest heaving, cock slapping wet against his abs from the jolt.

you reached for him—maybe to kiss, maybe to stop him, maybe to beg, but he moved first.

he caught your mouth with his—silent, firm, deliberate. not wild. not messy. controlled. his tongue pressed past your lips slow and deep, swallowing the breath you didn’t have, and his hips never missed a beat. every push up sent another ripple through your core, another wet squelch echoing in your ears, another slick clap of your ass to his thighs.

you didn’t even feel it building anymore. you were past that. it was just there—every nerve stretched tight, body fluttering from the inside out, your cock throbbing like it had forgotten how to do anything but ache. mori was still fucking you like a metronome, perfect and steady and deep enough that your guts jumped every time he bottomed out, that sharp bulge dragging up your stomach with each grind.

you couldn’t think. couldn’t breathe.

his mouth was now on your throat, calm and warm, breath steady while your body unraveled above him. every thrust was hitting that spot inside you, your prostate swollen and worked over until even a twitch of your hole made your whole chest lock. your hands curled in the sheets beside his head. you were shaking—shoulders, arms, everything—and he just kept going.

not rushed. not frantic. just precise.

he watched your face, that usual unreadable stillness in his eyes, jaw tight, sweat rolling down his neck, and his hips snapped up one more time—sharp. unforgiving.

your vision whited out.

your body seized like it had shorted. mouth open in a silent, broken cry. your cock jerked once against his stomach—and then it burst.

“ah—ahhh—fuck—!”

you came so hard it hurt, every pulse shooting out of you in thick, white-hot ropes that hit your chest, his abs—one streak landing straight on his chin. it clung there, slick and hot, sliding down the line of his jaw while he looked up at you, cock still buried in your ass, his own hips stuttering under the sudden squeeze of your hole milking him.

you were still cumming. twitching. leaking. you couldn’t stop it—your cock kept jumping, helpless against his skin, cum smearing both your stomachs. your thighs shook, body collapsing against his as you buried your face in the side of his neck, moaning into the sweat-slick skin.

and then he groaned.

low. guttural. from the pit of his chest.

his hips punched up again—once, twice—your hole spasming, clinging so tight around his cock it felt like you were trying to suck him in.

“fuck—” his voice cracked, quiet and rough.

you felt him throb. hard. and then pulse.

his cock jerked inside you as he came again, balls tight, stomach clenching under yours. the second load hit deep, his cock twitching violently as he released, the heat of it pouring into your already stuffed hole, mixing with the first and spilling back out in hot waves with every slow grind.

he didn’t speak. didn’t growl. didn’t lose himself. just exhaled hard through his nose, jaw clenched, breathing heavy as your body locked around him, dragging out his orgasm in tight, painful pulses.

you felt him twitch again. and again.

he let out a noise—not loud, but strained. like he was holding back something he didn’t want to say. his hands still clenched in the cuffs, back arched, breath stuttering as his body jerked with the overstimulation.

“too much?” you whispered against his skin, voice shaking, still panting.

he didn’t answer right away. just shifted under you, hips lifting again with a slow, instinctive thrust—his cock still hard, still buried, still twitching inside your wrecked hole.

“…not yet,” he murmured. and thrust again.

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WISHBOUND LOG [ENTRY 003]ㅤWARMTH IS A DANGEROUS THING!

entanglement: ouran high school host club x bottom male reader

surface-level reading: it’s just closeness at first, nothing meant to last. but the longer you stay tangled together, the easier it is to forget where comfort ends and wanting begins.

contents of the charm: established relationships, dry humping, dom/sub dynamics, handjobs, light degradation, praise, power imbalance, light humiliation, clothed sex, anal penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex, size kink elements, overstimulation, nipple play, threesome, 4k words. characters have been aged up!

scribbled in the margin: decided to post this on this account because its too good to be abandoned + ion have the time to write smth new rn,, that being said honey isnt gonna be here bc hes a child in my eyes and i refuse to write smut for him 💔 hes still my pookie tho! and yes i did steal kaoru’s line and made gojo use it in 002 bc i genuinely had no intentions of posting this again 🥀

SUOH TAMAKI

the sheets were all fucked up. tangled around your ankles, rumpled under your ass, soaked in leftover body heat and just barely holding the shape of the mess you’d made lying there together. tamaki had climbed into bed behind you like he was starving for you—arms around your waist, chest plastered to your back, breathing all uneven and soft like he was trying not to fall apart too fast.

he started talking immediately. of course he did.

“kyoya’s threatening to install biometric sensors in the boardroom now,” he muttered into your hair, one arm draped over your middle. “like i need a computer to tell me when i’m dying of boredom. and they served egg salad for lunch. egg salad. as if i haven’t suffered enough.”

you hummed, maybe. maybe not. either way you weren’t saying much.

his hand was already in your hair, slow and gentle, fingers combing through like he was petting you. like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. you could feel his voice when he spoke again—low, hot against the nape of your neck, buzzing through your skin from where his chest was pressed right to your spine.

“and the speaker—get this—the speaker called me ‘tamasuki.’ twice.” he groaned, overdramatic. “my legacy is in ruins.”

you didn’t say a word. your lips parted, breath soft. eyelids fluttered. his hand kept moving, slow at the roots and trailing down to the ends like he could smooth the whole day out of you. your head sank deeper into the crook of his elbow, using his bicep like a pillow, body relaxed and pliant like you were made for this.

then you let out this tiny little sigh. barely even a sound. breathy, a little high in your throat, just enough to make his fingers hesitate.

tamaki stilled. he looked down at you, eyes wide, brain blanking out completely.

you sighed again, and it hit him like a fucking freight train.

it wasn’t something you were doing on purpose. your breathing had changed—shallower, slower, like his hand in your hair was doing something to you. like it was lighting little fires all over your skin.

“oh…” his voice cracked, soft and stunned.

his fingers twitched, then slid back into your hair. again. slower this time. your lashes fluttered. you let out another soft, breathless sound, and he swore under his breath.

he forgot every word he’d planned to say. forgot his name. forgot yours.

his hand trailed down from your hair to the back of your neck, lingered there just long enough to make you shiver, and then his mouth followed—pressing a kiss just below your hairline, soft and open, his breath hot against your skin.

you twitched. he grinned against your neck, lips dragging lower.

“mm… you like that, ma chérie?”

he didn’t even wait for an answer—just mouthed along the curve of your nape, planting kisses slower now, warmer, wetter. his tongue flicked out just once to taste your skin, and fuck, you shivered again, a shaky little exhale punched out of your throat like you couldn’t hold it in.

tamaki’s cock throbbed.

“mon trésor…” he whispered, nosing into the space just behind your ear. “you’re making the sweetest sounds right now…”

his teeth sank in. not hard—just enough to make you jolt, to make your ass push back into the heat of him behind you, and he gasped.

you felt it then—how hard he was. thick and hot, trapped behind his slacks and pressed right up against your ass through both your layers, grinding slow like he couldn’t help himself.

“nnhh—fuck…”

he didn’t even realize he was doing it. hadn’t noticed how much his hips were moving, how tight his grip had gotten on your waist. all he could feel was you, soft and pliant and making the kind of noises that short-circuited his entire nervous system.

you tilted your head back a little, voice rough from sleep. “you’re grindin’ on me like a bitch in heat, baby.”

tamaki moaned. full body shudder. his hips bucked without thinking. his cock throbbed against your ass like it was trying to claw its way inside.

“i didn’t—i didn’t mean to,” he gasped, voice high and breathless. “i just—hahh, you—your sounds, you’re driving me crazy, i can’t—”

you pushed back into him again, slower this time. on purpose. dragging your ass right over the shape of his cock, letting him feel the pressure, the friction, the heat.

he whimpered.

“you’re not even trying to stop,” you muttered, smirking.

his voice hitched, desperate. “i don’t want to.”

his kisses turned sloppy, wet open-mouthed licks along your neck and down your shoulder, teeth scraping again and again as he rutted against you through the fabric.

“fuck—you feel so good, i missed you so much,” he whispered, voice unraveling completely. “please, mon amour, please let me—let me keep going, i’ll be good, i’ll—fuck—i’ll make you feel so good, too, i promise—”

you rolled your hips one more time, slow and heavy, grinding down onto him, and tamaki sobbed into your neck. “baby,” you muttered, voice thick, low. “if you wanna cum just from humping my ass, i’m not stopping you.”

he groaned. loud. his fingers clenched in your shirt. his cock throbbed, leaking in his boxers, and he moaned your name like a fucking prayer.

“fuck, you’re gonna ruin me…”

OOTORI KYOYA

you didn’t go in there planning to get fucked.

his office light was on, soft and dim through the crack under the door, and you knew better than to bug him when he was working—but it was late. too late. and the house was too quiet without him.

so you padded in without knocking, still barefoot, hoodie sliding down your shoulder a little, and you didn’t even say anything—just walked up behind his chair like you were moving on instinct, hands smoothing over the top of it, and then—

plop. you dropped yourself right onto kyoya’s lap.

he didn’t startle. didn’t flinch. didn’t even pause in whatever he was typing. just one glance up at you, calm as ever behind those thin-rimmed glasses, before he went right back to his keyboard.

“...you’re aware i’m still in the middle of reviewing the quarterly financials,” he murmured, dry, a little pointed.

“mhm,” you said, cheek pressed to the side of his neck, already snuggling in like you belonged there. your legs hung off the side of his lap, knees hooked over the armrest, your ass heavy against his thighs. “i missed you.”

his fingers paused on the keyboard.

“i’ve been in the house the entire evening.”

“not in my arms, you haven’t.”

he let out a low hum—something unreadable, something between indulgent and amused—and tilted his chin just slightly to make room for you as you nuzzled into his jaw.

your intentions were pure. no grinding, no teasing. you just wanted to be close, to melt against him and breathe in that ridiculously expensive cologne he always wore, the one that clung to his collar like a ghost. you exhaled slow. melted deeper into his lap.

kyoya’s hand slid up your thigh.

you barely noticed at first, too relaxed to care. his touch was light, impersonal—something habitual and absent, like he just needed to keep contact while his eyes flicked over stock reports on his screen.

but then his palm pressed down. firm. heavy. fingers flexing just enough to anchor you, to make you feel it. you twitched a little. shifted.

“don’t move.”

his voice was soft but final.

your breath hitched.

“i—wasn’t gonna,” you mumbled, a little dazed, because you’d felt something under you just then. thick. hot. definitely real.

he didn’t say anything about it. didn’t even seem concerned that you’d noticed.

you swallowed. “kyoya... are you hard?”

his fingers dug into your thigh a little more.

“does that bother you?”

you flushed, cheeks warm, eyes flicking down between your bodies like you could see through the layers. “n-no. just surprised. i didn’t—i wasn’t trying to—”

“you rarely try,” he murmured, leaning in close now, voice brushing your ear like silk. “but you do tempt.”

you felt him shift beneath you—just enough to make his cock press up a little firmer against the underside of your ass, not grinding, just there, heavy and present.

“you came in here looking for affection,” he said, like he was talking you through your own thoughts, “but you chose to sit in my lap. straddle my thighs. put your weight right where i feel you best.”

“i just wanted to cuddle,” you whispered, heart thudding.

he finally looked at you. those sharp, unreadable eyes locking straight into yours, so composed it made your breath catch.

“and now?”

you hesitated. tried to squirm a little but his hand kept you still—firm on your thigh, thumb stroking slowly now, teasing. your body betrayed you anyway. you shivered.

“now i... don’t mind where this goes,” you mumbled.

kyoya’s smile barely curved the corners of his mouth. small. predatory. “good.”

his hand slid further between your thighs, palm brushing up the seam of your shorts, slow and precise. he didn’t even look down. didn’t need to.

“you’re already warm here.”

you whimpered, “s-shut up—”

he hummed, pleased, pressing in a little more, his other hand moving to hold your waist steady.

“i won’t be long,” he said smoothly, thumb now dragging firm circles right over where you were twitching. “you can still cuddle after you’ve cum.”

“kyoya—!”

“quiet now. we wouldn’t want me to forget who needed the attention first.”

your breath hitched so sharp it punched out of you. you weren’t ready—fuck, you hadn’t braced for it, the way his fingers slipped right past the waistband of your shorts. he didn’t waste time. didn’t tease like he usually did. no slow drag along the seam, no delicate brushing just to watch you squirm.

he went straight for your cock.

and he was so fucking calm about it, too. like he hadn’t just curled his fingers around you, like he didn’t have you gasping through your teeth, already half-hard and twitching in his palm.

“mm,” he said low against your ear, voice smooth and too goddamn collected. “of course you’re already leaking.”

“nngh—will y-you just sh-shut up—”

“why?”

his thumb pressed into the slit, gathered the slick there, dragged it down in a slow stroke that made your back arch right into his chest.

“you’re the one rutting into my lap, aren’t you?”

his hand started moving. slow. deliberate. every stroke of his palm was tight, warm, so smooth it made your hips buck without permission. but his other hand was already back on your thigh, fingers digging in, holding you still like you were some squirmy little thing too wound up to behave.

you couldn’t even bite back the sound that left you next—wet and high and whimpery, half moan, half sob. your forehead dropped against his shoulder and you gripped at the front of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“a-ahh—kyoya—”

he tsked.

“you’re being noisy.”

“y-you’re stroking my cock—what the fuck—”

“language,” he said, scolding like he wasn’t actively ruining you with every lazy drag of his fist. “you’re so sensitive today.”

he twisted his wrist at the end of the next stroke and your whole body jolted.

“fuckfuck—!”

you were panting now, whining, hips twitching despite the iron grip on your thigh. your cock was already leaking all over his fingers, slick and hot and messy against his palm. and he hadn’t even stopped typing.

fuck. you looked down, barely lifting your face from his shoulder—and sure enough, his other hand was still lazily clicking through spreadsheets, wrist moving like nothing special was happening, like he wasn’t jerking you off while calculating quarterly profits.

“you’re so easy to please,” he said, glancing at the screen.

you almost sobbed. “you’re such an asshole—!”

“but you like it,” he said, leaning in closer, lips ghosting your jaw.

MORINOZUKA TAKASHI

the room was cold as shit. you were curled up under what felt like six layers of blankets, socked toes pressed against mori’s shins and your face tucked into his neck. he was warm. always warm. and huge. wrapped around you like some kind of living weighted blanket, all muscle and heat and slow, sleepy breathing.

he didn’t talk much, but you didn’t need him to. didn’t need words when his arms tightened around you the second you sighed into his throat, when his hand drifted down your back and settled on your hip like it was always meant to be there.

you thought this was just cuddling. you really thought. but somewhere between your body relaxing against him and his breath getting heavier, his hips started moving.

slow. almost nothing. a lazy roll of his waist, just enough to press his crotch tighter against your ass under the covers. you didn’t notice at first, too comfortable.

then his cock brushed right between your cheeks. thick. hard. hot even through his briefs.

you twitched. you lifted your head a little, blinking through the dim room, body still half-asleep.

“...mori?”

he kissed your shoulder. didn’t speak. didn’t need to. his hips rolled again, slower this time, deliberate.

you felt the tip of his cock now—pressing right against your hole through the fabric, dragging along the seam like he was trying to line himself up without even undressing you yet.

your breath stuttered.

“what’re you—i thought we were just—”

your voice came out breathy, caught somewhere between confusion and heat, your body still lazy and pliant from being so wrapped up in him.

he didn’t say anything—just kissed your shoulder, slow and deliberate, big hand trailing down your back, then sliding under the waistband of your shorts with this calm, quiet confidence like he already knew you wouldn’t stop him.

his palm cupped your ass, fingers spreading wide, pulling you in closer until you could feel him—hot and thick and already so hard against you.

you inhaled sharp, lips parting, brain stuttering out on the realization.

“you’re… hard?”

he nodded once, his mouth brushing your jaw again, his breath soft.

you blinked down at the blanket tangled over your hips, heart skipping once. you hadn’t expected this—not now, not with how quiet the night had been.

but you didn’t move. didn’t pull away. you shifted your weight instead—subtle, just enough to help him guide you back into him.

his cock pressed against your ass, thick and warm through the stretch of your shorts, then lower, sliding along your skin.

your breath hitched. he hadn’t even tugged them all the way off—just enough for access, enough to press the slick head of his cock right up against your hole, slow and sure.

you gasped. not from resistance. just from how big he felt. your fingers curled in the sheets, nerves buzzing, but you didn’t say no.

you just whispered, “oh my god…”

just the tip at first. hot and slow and too thick, stretching you open under the blankets like it was nothing. like he’d done this a hundred times before.

his breath hitched against your shoulder.

your fingers clenched in the fabric of the sheet. you whined, soft and broken, mouth falling open as he pushed in deeper—inch by inch, no rush. no teasing. just that deep, full pressure that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

“ahh—fuck—t-too big, baby—”

he didn’t speak. just kissed your neck again, one big arm around your chest now, pinning you to him as he bottomed out. you could feel his heartbeat against your back. feel his cock pulsing deep inside you.

you were so fucking full.

the blankets cocooned both of you in heat, your legs tangled, your body trembling a little from how good it felt to be wrapped around him like this, stuffed and helpless, unable to do anything except take it.

then he started moving. slow at first. slow enough to kill you. his hips rocked up into you from behind, deep and smooth, the kind of thrusts that didn’t feel like fucking at first. just warmth. just weight.

but you were so sensitive.

“hahhh—m-mori—nnhh—oh my god—”

your hands scrambled at the sheets, hips trying to shift forward, but he held you still with one arm tight around your middle and the other splayed wide on your thigh, keeping you open.

“you feel so—fuck—so good, i c-can’t—” you whimpered again, breathy and wet, back arching as he rutted into you slow and deep, cock dragging across every sensitive spot like he knew exactly how to ruin you.

his rhythm never changed. still lazy. still calm. but every thrust made you cry out a little louder, voice all shaky and high-pitched, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth from how dumb you were getting.

“ahh—mhh—mori—deeper—please—”

his mouth brushed your ear. “you’re already shaking,” he murmured, voice so fucking quiet it made your skin prickle.

you were. your thighs were twitching under the blanket, cock leaking against your stomach, so hard and untouched you could barely think.

“i-it’s too much,” you whined, squirming. “y-you’re—nnnghh—you’re so fucking deep—”

his hand moved to your cock. finally. he didn’t stroke you. not at first. just wrapped his fingers around it and held. you moaned like it hurt.

“please,” you whispered, body hot and trembling, “please touch me—i-i’m gonna cum, fuck, mori, i can’t—”

he started stroking then. slow. in sync with the way he fucked you—long, deep thrusts and smooth, perfect strokes, the heat of his body pressed to yours like he was trying to melt you down and absorb you.

you couldn’t even make real sounds anymore. just high-pitched whines, little hiccupped moans every time his cock filled you again, deeper, thicker, heavier with every thrust.

and then you broke.

“f-fuck—fuck—mori—i’m cumming—gonna—fuck—!”

your whole body locked up, thighs clamping down as you came hard in his hand, back arched, toes curling under the blanket.

he didn’t stop. didn’t even pause. he kept fucking you through it, slow and deep, hand still stroking your cock as it twitched and spilled all over your stomach.

“ahh—nnnhh—t-too much, fuck—”

he held you tighter, kissed the top of your head, and kept going until you were shaking in his arms, twitching from overstimulation, voice barely working anymore—just soft, desperate little sounds into the pillow.

HITACHIIN HIKARU & KAORU

you didn’t even realize you’d been trapped until it was too late.

the movie was halfway through, some romcom kaoru picked because he claimed it had “aesthetics,” but your brain wasn’t paying attention anymore. not with the way you were wedged between them on the couch—legs tossed over kaoru’s lap, back leaned against hikaru’s chest, one of his arms slung lazily around your shoulders like it belonged there.

at first it was just warm. safe. normal.

kaoru had his hand resting on your shin, thumb brushing little circles against your ankle every now and then. hikaru was curled behind you, chin resting on your shoulder, breath soft on your neck. you could feel his heartbeat through his chest, slow and steady against your spine.

and then hikaru’s hand dipped under your hoodie. not in a way that was obvious. not groping. just... wandering. you flinched a little, but not because you didn’t like it.

his fingers slid up your stomach—warm and curious, fingertips dragging slow along your skin like he wasn’t even trying to tease. like he was just thinking with his hands, lazy and familiar, stroking soft lines that made your stomach tighten.

“you cold?” he murmured, voice low against your ear.

“mm—no,” you managed.

kaoru smiled. “you sure?”

his hand crept higher on your leg. you swallowed, not answering. and that only seemed to make them bolder.

hikaru’s palm spread out over your stomach, pressing just enough to feel your breath stutter. kaoru’s fingers dragged up the inside of your thigh, still technically outside your pants—but so close.

you tried to shift. squirm a little. maybe get them to stop. except you didn’t actually want them to stop. and they knew that.

“nervous?” kaoru teased, eyes still on the screen like he wasn’t the one rubbing slow circles into your inner thigh.

“you’re squirming,” hikaru murmured, voice all low and smug. “something bothering you?”

you let out a breath that wasn’t quite a sigh, but it wasn’t steady either. “you guys are being assholes.”

“us?” kaoru grinned. “we’re just cuddling. you’re the one getting all twitchy.”

you could feel your cock getting hard. slow at first, that lazy kind of pressure that built with every brush of skin, every ghost of a touch that wasn’t quite enough.

hikaru’s hand slipped lower, fingers skating the waistband of your pants. warm. teasing. his thumb dipped just under the elastic, not even touching your cock yet—just playing at the edge of it.

“you’re warm,” he whispered, his breath hot on your neck now. “you always get like this when we’re close.”

“stop—”

“mm, but you don’t want us to,” kaoru said, and then leaned in—pressed a slow kiss to the side of your knee, just over the fabric, like he was rewarding you for not pulling away.

you whined. quietly. just a little sound in your throat. hikaru’s grip around your shoulders tightened slightly, pulling you closer into his chest. you could feel how hard he was behind you now.

fuck.

kaoru shifted, eyes flicking down to the tent in your pants.

“you’re so easy,” he whispered, reaching down with both hands now. one palmed the curve of your thigh. the other stroked slowly up your calf. “we barely touched you.”

hikaru slid his hand lower. past the waistband. his fingers found your cock through your briefs—already hard, already leaking.

“mmnh—”

you gasped.

your hips jerked.

kaoru’s hand caught your knee and held you still. “where’re you going?” he said sweetly, voice light like he wasn’t watching your eyes glaze over.

“p-please—”

“please what?” hikaru asked, fingers rubbing soft and slow over the head of your cock now, thumb spreading precum in lazy circles. “you gotta be specific. we’re multitasking here.”

“touch me,” you breathed. “touch me more, please—”

they both went quiet for a beat.

then kaoru leaned in and kissed your thigh, soft and slow.

“see?” he murmured. “he’s such a good boy when he asks nicely.”

“always has been,” hikaru said, and wrapped his hand fully around your cock, giving one long, slow stroke that made you moan.

“a-ah—fuck—”

you bucked into it, hips twitching, but kaoru wasn’t letting you get away with anything—his hand slid under your hoodie now, up over your chest, warm and steady.

then his fingers found your nipple.

“kaoru—”

he just hummed, flicking it once with his thumb before gently rolling it between his fingers, watching the way your body jolted, how your thighs clenched around his.

“so sensitive,” he murmured, almost reverent. “look at you. already leaking and i haven’t even touched your cock.”

“you’re really noisy tonight,” hikaru whispered against your ear. “you want everyone to know you’re getting your nipples played with while i jerk you off?”

you whimpered, “n-no—fuck, please don’t stop—”

kaoru pinched a little harder. you gasped, high and sharp, your whole body arching into it.

hikaru jacked you off slow, cruelly slow, his other hand holding your chest steady while kaoru focused entirely on your nipple—twisting, pinching, teasing it until it was raw and sensitive, the kind of pleasure that bordered on too much. your thighs shook.

“hahh—i-i’m gonna—”

“then cum,” kaoru whispered. “wanna feel you twitch.”

“make a mess for us,” hikaru added, picking up the pace, twisting his wrist just right at the top, hand soaked in precum.

you cried out—soft, broken, messy—and came hard in hikaru’s hand, whole body convulsing, hips stuttering forward as kaoru’s fingers rolled your nipple through every wave of pleasure.

you sagged back into hikaru’s chest, breath catching, thighs still twitching as the aftershocks hit. kaoru rubbed soft circles over your chest now, soothing.

“feel good?”

you nodded. breathless.

“thought so,” hikaru murmured, kissing the side of your face.

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💞 — Secret Banter.

RELATIONSHIP: Ootori Kyoya x Reader

SUMMARY: Somehow, discovering a disheveled Kyoya in a commoner mall was only the second strangest thing Haruhi found out that day. Your existence took the number one spot.

A/N: I love secret relationship trope so much... Tell me Kyoya wouldn't keep his relationship under wraps.

This was far from the worst day Kyoya has ever had, but. Well. Today was not making it into the top 10 of best days for sure.

He was dragged to a labyrinth in his sleep and then subsequently abandoned by his friends. In a terrible outfit, no less. Kyoya wasn’t sure if he was relieved to have Haruhi rescue him or if he was mortified that she had to see him in this state.

Haruhi wasn’t sure either. She was in awe watching Kyoya eat a burger— it was like entering an alternate timeline. Compared to the rest of the host club, Kyoya was always more knowledgeable on the lives of commoners, but in a superficial way. He knew statistics and basic facts about regular people like a child knew facts about dinosaurs. Without Haruhi, Kyoya was as disconnected from the real world as everyone else at Ouran.

“… Kyoya?” The pair looked up at the voice calling Kyoya’s name. For a second Haruhi thought someone from the host club finally came back to look for their missing parent, but the person standing in front of them was a stranger to Haruhi. They had a bag of groceries and a confused expression. An utterly normal person.

The strangest part was that Kyoya clearly recognized this person. “(Name)?” His eyes reflected the same confused expression that the bystander had.

“Why… are you dressed like that?”

Now Kyoya was sure that mortification was the strongest emotion he felt today.

“Kyoya-senpai, you know this person?” Haruhi tried to figure out what kind of person would be shopping for groceries at a commoner’s mall but also be acquainted with the shadow prince of the host club. Related to the owner of the mall? No, that was too small scale for the level of high society that Ouran students dealt with. Them being related to the CEO that owns every mall chain across Japan was more likely.

He hesitated to answer, gaze lingering on the person in front of them. Kyoya carefully put down his burger before pushing up his glasses and stating matter-o-factly, “yes. Haruhi, this is my partner, (Name). (Name), this is the Haruhi Fujioka I told you about.”

Haruhi blinked. Partner? She went through her known information about Kyoya, which admittedly wasn’t a lot, but nothing pointed to him having a partner. Especially not a commoner! But the living proof was standing right next to their table and Haruhi was miffed, to say the least. “Partner?! Kyoya-senpai, you have a partner?!”

“Must you sound so shocked?” Kyoya retorted, and there was some earnesty in his otherwise sarcastic remark. It wasn’t like she ever asked him if he had a partner. Everyone just assumed he didn’t.

(Name) bowed following the introduction. “Fujioka-san,” they smiled. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

They really were a normal person. Dressed in plain clothes and unassuming. And polite. Haruhi realized early on at her transfer to Ouran that polite was rarely a word to describe the children of the wealthy and elite. Haruhi stood up to bow in return. “It’s nice to meet you too, (Name)-san. Sorry, I hope my reaction wasn’t rude. I had no idea Kyoya-senpai had a partner. Do you want to sit with us?”

Before (Name) had a chance to respond, Kyoya already grabbed a chair from an empty table and pulled it over. One exchanged glance with Kyoya was all it took to get (Name) to sit down. “Don’t worry about it, Fujioka-san. Kyoya doesn’t really tell people about me.”

“Please clarify that it is a mutual decision to keep our relationship private,” Kyoya sighed.

(Name) laughed. “Sorry, I was teasing.”

“No one knows? Also, you can call me Haruhi. Please don’t feel the need to be formal!” Haruhi was trying to figure out how to phrase questions that wouldn’t immediately get shut down by Kyoya. How did you meet, how long have you been together, how is your partner a commoner?

“Well, Tamaki-san knows. He found out after—“

Again, Kyoya was quick to interrupt. “Please don’t explain that story. It’s embarrassing.”

“I didn’t know you were worried about shame. Could’ve fooled me with that outfit of yours and your peculiar new hangout spot!” (Name) grinned, and Haruhi found herself in awe for the second time that day. She was used to Kyoya always having a witty remark ready for when one of the club members decided to yell at him, but (Name) might be his equal in that regard. Not only could they banter with Kyoya— Kyoya seemed to enjoy it. He had an unbeatable poker face but Haruhi definitely noticed the corners of his lips curling upwards as he looked at (Name). There was a softness in place of his usual cunning.

Haruhi leaned back in her chair, pleasantly entertained by the pair in front of her. “I guess it makes plenty of sense for Kyoya-senpai to have a private relationship. But, doesn’t that mean you don’t have a lot of time to spend with each other?”

“Oh, sure. I wouldn’t call it ideal. But, Kyoya is married to his job, y’know? I couldn’t take that away from him.”

That time, Kyoya pinched (Name)’s cheek in retaliation. “You’re making me sound like a bad partner. Yes, we don’t spend as much time together as the average couple, but we always make time for each other.”

“Have I ever told you that you look uncomfortable when you explain our relationship to other people?” Kyoya pulled on their cheek. “Agh! Let go!”

Kyoya complied with the request, but not before pressing a light kiss to the cheek he just bullied. He was a host, after all. He knew how to treat someone right. His regular customers would probably be furious to know that he was so chaste on physical affection because it was reserved for his dear partner.

(Name) wasn’t wrong about Kyoya being uncomfortable. He knew how to play the role of a host, but having to be honest about something real, in public, was a different ballpark entirely. But the fact that he was in a space where no one knew who he was or what his status was served to be quite freeing. The usual pressure on his shoulders of being an Ootori was alleviated for once, so he locked hands with (Name) over the table.

It was Haruhi’s turn to be cunning since she would never be afforded this opportunity against Kyoya again. “Kyoya-senpai has been so grumpy today,” Haruhi started. “But he relaxed as soon as you arrived, (Name)-san. He’s really fond of you.”

If (Name) wasn’t here, Kyoya would’ve probably found a way to twist Haruhi’s comment into more debt for her to pay off. But (Name)’s eyes lit up, so Kyoya let Haruhi get away with it this time.

“You’re really good at reading him, Haruhi-san! I may be teasing a lot, but he’s really a great guy. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.” (Name) talked about Kyoya like he was the most precious thing on the planet. For (Name), Kyoya wasn’t just the third Ootori son. He wasn’t burdened with the harshest expectations. All he had to do was be good to them and sometimes Kyoya wished he lived in a world where that was the only thing he ever had to be worried about in his life.

But, right then, in a commoner mall Kyoya had no familiarity with, it was like living that alternate life. So Kyoya allowed himself to smile at (Name) and take in the praise.

“Neither could I.”

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bubble bath!

bathing with their s/o headcanons. SFW. NO WARNINGS.

pairings: (seperate) diluc, ayato, xiao, scara, kaveh, mona, itto, pantalone, dottore, & dehya… x gender neutral reader!

a/n: tried to write a few new characters! enjoy!

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GENSHIN MEN WITH A SLEEPY S/O .

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff!! an. please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

so... sleepy... xiao lets you rest your head on his shoulder, rubbing his thumb over your purlicue, his soft breathing gently lulling you to sleep. xiao uses his other hand to rub your back, quiet sighs heard across the room. watching you sleep reminds him of the feeling of leaving a battlefield, weary and exhausted but satisfied.

zhongli

after he watches you fall asleep to the quiet hums of the fan, zhongli gathers you in his arms and lays you on the bed, moving your hair so it doesn't get in the way. he lies down next to you, humming a soft melody, and falls asleep with his hand next to yours.

kaeya

your husband always wonders how he can find you sleeping anywhere. once, with your arms folded beneath your resting head. twice, with your limbs splayed and hanging off the mauve couch in the living room. it's amusing, really, but he's happy that you get the privilege of an untroubled rest.

diluc

he always finds you curled up and asleep in the beige armchair next to the piano – it's routine at this point. your arms folded like a cradle beneath your head, your hair splayed all over your face – it brings a smile to his own. he wonders if he'd ever get to experience a rest like yours.

childe

your boyfriend constantly finds you nestled within the mountain of blankets, next to a sleeping teucer. the both of you are surrounded with his toys – the ones that the number one toy seller in the world brought back for him. childe finds it sweet that you get along with his little brother so well. he shifts the ring around with his thumb in his pocket.

al-haitham

al-haitham usually finds you asleep at the dining table, mountains of paperwork and pencils strewn across the wood table. he can't bear to move you when you look so comfortable and to think that this is your first proper sleep in days– al-haitham would have to do with laying a fleece blanket over your sleeping body instead.

kaveh

kaveh finds it funny that you're such a deep sleeper. he piles things on top of your head to see how much your sleeping frame can take before you shake off the noticeable weight on your head: it doesn't work. he finds more contentment in carrying you back to bed, though. kaveh plants a kiss on your forehead before bringing the covers to rest on your chest.

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#“why don’t you get yourself comfortable? yes, on my lap, babe.”

–when you like sitting on their lap… and them sitting on yours | a request

CHARACTERS. Xiao, Wanderer / Scaramouche, Albedo (and) Pantalone, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe / Tartaglia; gn! Reader

THEMES. fluff. some crack? but mostly fluff and domestic. established relationship || soft xiao i’m telling yall i’m going feral. mention of reader being tipsy on kaeya’s part.

NOTES. this is originally from a request BUT THEN @ineshapanda suddenly had a BRILLIANT idea to add to this request and boom here ya go.

–them sitting on your lap

XIAO, plagued by his karma, is a Xiao that you had known for a long time. Actually, it's a Xiao that you had always been afraid of—not because of the same fears he has, but because of them—because of the fear that he has of hurting you. For with that gear comes his distance—and that is what you dread the most, to be left by him.

“Please… don’t leave.” So when you had him on your lap that one night he had an attack of his karma, and your fears vanished.

You had to lean away from his embrace ever so slightly to look into his eyes. “I won’t,” you say, hugging him tighter than you ever did—or he even let you.

And since then, you’d know that Xiao would be needing your comfort whenever find him close to your lap, or on his way crawling to them, reading to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him—a silent oath of never letting go.

WANDERER would never ever ever admit it (even to himself), but he likes your touch. Everything you do, whatever it is. And of course, it included him being on your lap.

The first time it had happened, you were just teasing him, effectively placing your hand around his waist and pulling him down with you on the bed, giggling all by yourself, and as you had begun to realize that he was silent the entire time, you were about to apologize, thinking that he was probably overly embarrassed and uncomfortable when–

“Oh?” you raise a brow at the frozen man on your lap. And he was… blushing.

“What? What’s wrong, Scara?” the words slipped out of your mouth before his reaction even processed in your mind. And when it did, he was already pushing himself off of your lap with a huff, arms crossed on his chest (too tightly at that), face painted red.

“No! Of course not!” he has this frown that looks almost like a pout–and that was when you knew that he was lying.

ALBEDO would usually be the one who ends up being busy with his work. Though this time, it was the other way around as you find yourself buried in your paperwork, stealing the time with your lover that you promised him.

“I’m really sorry, ‘bedo. I can’t let this go on until tomorrow or the Knights would kill me–at least… Jean would,” you shivered at the thought. You turn to look at Albedo only to feel his presence behind you, and soon on your lap.

“W-wha-?” you instinctively brought your hands on his sides, probably unconsciously thinking he might fall or something, only for him to nonchalantly give you a smile, responding with “No need to worry about me, I am beyond comfortable where I am.”

Ever since that day, you’d find Albedo sitting so casually on your lap as if it was the most normal thing to do.

And you know what? You never found the courage to ask him why. Well, it’s not like he’d give a concise answer other than the fact that he wanted to try it out… and he liked it.

–you sitting on their lap

PANTALONE is a busy, busy man. With this, he often would tell you not to wait on him usually, or that you could visit him in his office anytime you’d like. This day is apparently one of the days.

“This would take a while, darling, why don’t you get yourself comfortable?” he opens his arms and you step forward and climb on his lap without any other word.

He’d wrap an arm around your waist as his other one busies itself with his paperwork. He’d never remove his arm or hand from you, even if he does not talk to you with how much focus he has on his work at the moment. Though each time you would try to wiggle out the stiffness off of you, moving even a single bit, he’d notice and let you do anything you’d like. Except for moving out of his lap.

If you try to, however, he’d coax you into going back. And he’d be successful each time.

KAEYA loves to tease you. And so, you hid this desire of yours for months—heck, you could’ve lasted for more if it weren’t for that one time you had gotten tipsy.

Ah, he definitely has gotten a lot of information about you that you had purposely left out because you were too shy to tell him. And this for one is one of them.

“Whoa, whoa, you two get a room please,” the bard immediately holds his hands up once he reached the table on the far end of the bar, seeing Kaeya with a very tipsy you on his lap. And for anyone who would have seen the scene in front of them (unfortunately, like Venti did), they would’ve thought that the two of you were being… intimate. But really, it was just you cuddling him, giving him a chance to find out that “I had always wanted to do this for a long time,” according to your own words.

Your secret is not so much of a secret right now, but he definitely will make it seem like he does not know about it but would act as he does with how many times he’d pull you over to plop on his lap, urging you to stay there for a little while.

At first, it was all a ruse to “tease” DILUC, in hopes that you’d eventually catch his attention. But then, it will not be long until you find out that you actually… liked it. His warmth, the scent of his strong yet not too overwhelming perfume (that you had sent as a gift not too long ago), and the feeling of his hand on the dimple of your back, always be sure that you wouldn’t fall off of his lap anytime soon.

Most of the time, Diluc would just find you fast asleep on his lap, head leaned on his shoulder or his chest after a long time of doing nothing but watching him fill up and sign papers on his desk. He’d have this smile on his lips before giving you a quick kiss on your forehead and soon carry you gently to a place comfier than where you were.

But honestly, if you were asked, you were already content with where you are at the moment than anywhere else.

CHILDE is a naturally clingy guy. So it was not long until you found yourself sat comfortably on his lap, either when he was working in his office, or when you two were just cuddling, ridding yourselves of the coldness of Snezhanaya.

“You like sitting on my lap, babe, don’t you?” he’d raise a brow at you.

“What do you mean? You’re the one who likes it when I sit on your lap, mister.”

You were about to send him a glare only to feel his hands on your sides, and soon, he will have you laughing your ass off, his fingers trailing along your waist and anywhere else you felt particularly ticklish, saying that he won’t stop tickling you until you admit defeat.

(Trust me, if you successfully overpower him and know where his ticklish parts are, you would win)

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INNOCUOUS ALTRUISM

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ayato, al haitham, diluc, kaeya, heizou, childe, xiao, scaramouche

soft moments with them that ceases time.

"i'm so thankful for you.." a mundane voice whispers, a voice that belonged to the calm and collected yashiro commander, kamisato ayato. his cobalt eyes lingering over your unconscious figure, dozing off to sleep. a tired smile spread over his lips, consideration and love brimmed till his eyes. the only sounds that were heard in the room were the puffs of breath from both of the figures present in the room. his frigid hands reach for yours, placing his larger ones over your smaller ones. he quietly murmurs words of fidelity and reverence, his gentle touch diffusing his adulation for you. the shared taciturnity between the two of you is almost tangible, a peaceful and intimate moment between the two of you. his form moved closer to your resting one, pressing a kiss on the side of your cheek, a kiss after another— and a gentle smile scribbled over his face. his azure hair tickled down his forehead. his soft breaths caressed your face, his eyes gazing into yours— a shared moment of understanding and love. you made him feel like he was complete— who knew true love could be this blissful?

"you pass out so easily.." al haitham mumbled, his voice contained a hint of annoyance. he placed the book on the table with a soft thud, ensuring no noise was produced from his actions—except for the soft snores which came from the figure drowsing on his shoulder. a bengin smile brushed over his features as he softly sighed. "i could never stay mad at you, could i? his expression softened as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before leaning in to brush a gentle kiss against your forehead. even in his exasperation, it was safe to say that his moments of tenderness were never far away. "you know i love you too much," he whispered, his expression conveying with warmth. he pressed a sympathetic kiss to your temple with a placid smile. of course he would only show this type of facade whilst you were asleep or if people weren't present. the cold and abrasive al haitham disappeared at the current moment. right now, all that mattered to him was you and you only.

his calloused hands slid against your velvety skin, soft snores emitted from the unconscious form beside diluc. "you make me feel so special my dear.." his hoarse voice spoke out into the background, fading as time passed. "thank you for being mine.." another verse repeated as he smiled tranquilly. he cradled you in his embrace, entranced by the blissful moment of being with you. he whispered in adulation, "you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." his words were spoken with sincere admiration, his tone gentle and kind. his eyes sparkled with a newfound passion, and his face was filled with a kind of love that could only be described as unconditional. he moulded a simple kiss, making sure you didn't stir. he caressed your face, his touch gentle and calming, and as he pulled away he muttered, “you have been my light in the darkest of times.” his voice was full of emotion, and his embrace still lingered. he gave you a look of endearment through your concealed eyes, one that could only come from a place of true love.

he nestled into the sofa, a soft blanket draped over both of your bodies. kaeya's bleak hands combed through your silky locks, humming at your unconscious state, resting peacefully, a liberal smile scrawled over his ephebic face. he gently brushed your hair away from your face, cradling your head in his hands as he watched you contentedly, his eyes shining with love. "what did i, a fool, do to deserve you, an angel?" he muttered to himself humbly, his eyes sealed, his mind wandering off to the back off his head. his thoughts rummaged about his past and the evil it held. he sighed to himself, a sense of awe and wonder washing over him as he conjecurated about how light shone through the dark tunnels of his life. he pondered why such an ethereal being would provide him with such affection and care. he kissed your head, inhaling the sweet scent you always carried around with you. oh archons, why were you so addicting? his love for you was addicted to you. he was obsessional, obsessed, consumed, captivated— and it was by you. the angel who changed who changed his life.

his fingers laced with yours as he took your chin in his fingers, staring at you with those auburn eyes you so adored. heizou's maroon cottony locks falling against his forehead, his intense gaze sent a wave of emotion through you, and you felt the love coursing through your veins. "your the person of my dreams..." he mumbled teasingly, a sly smirk brought up to his face as he gripped your chin tighter, bringing you closer to his puerile face. "h-heizou what are you doin-" a finger taped over your lips as he soft muttered a 'shhh'. crimson flooded all over your cheeks as he softly chuckled at your flustered state. a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned closer to you. you could feel his breath tickle your skin, his lips close to yours. "let me show you just how grateful i am, for you." he breathed before his sultry lips casted upon yours sensually, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the flush of your cheeks deepen. his eyes sparkled with mischief and his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. his lips teased yours, and you felt your heart beating faster. heizou smiled against your lips, enjoying your flustered state.

childe gently wraps his arms around you as a welcoming gesture, your thighs secured on his. you felt your body flush as he held you closer with his built arms, your hands gripping his shoulders as he lugs you towards his chest. his nose dug deep into your neck, tickling you with every stifle of his breath. "hm? what is it darling?" he asks, a simple smile painted over his youthful face, enjoying every spill of the second he get with you. you brush a finger over his pallid face, a response given to him by your actions. "nothing, i just wanted to spend time with you." you continue, a tiny smiper spread over your face, stroking his rufous hair messily. "i love you," you whisper, your heart beating rapidly against your chest. his golden eyes widening in answer to your statement, a pure love filled smile formed on his face as he held you tighter to his larger form, a kiss pressed to your temple as he glared into your gems of eyes, his eyes softened as held your face in his palms, "i love you more than you could ever imagine" he recited, tunes of love flowing like a breeze from his mouth. childe curved his lips upwards, he moved his face closer to yours until his lips were inches away from yours, his breath ghosting over your face, "i love you more than all the stars in the sky" he said in a low voice, his own heart beating against his chest. his love for you was just like the stars in the sky— uncountable.

xiao's eyes wandered off to your sleeping figure, solace filled and peaceful, unlike him. adepti don't sleep— according to him at least. there he sat, on a chair silently gazing at your form.e the night was quiter than usual. you looked so placid even while you were asleep, something he adored about you, his glaring continued as he took in every detail of your sleeping figure. he wanted to memorize your face, the way your lips were slightly parted, the gentle rise and fall of your chest. he knew those moments would be fleeting, and he wanted to savor them while they lasted. the small rays of the son shone past the fluffy clouds of liyue, reminding him another day had risen and it was time to get on his way, with a gentle thud, he got up, leaning towards your ephebic visage and pressing a soft kiss with his frigid lips. a golden smile spread over his face as his coblat hair covered parts of his eyelids. maybe someday— he thought—time would cease for a moment, so that he could stay in that place forever. but for now, he accepted that he would have to carry on and enjoy the memories he was making. with a sigh, he took one last look and started his journey.

scaramouche stared at you— agitated expressions danced across his face. how dare a mortal even slightly brush up against his shoulder, yet even sleep on it?! certainly not you. your soft locks spread against his shoulders as your face showed no sign of consciousness other than the puffs of breath coming out of your mouth and the soft snores that was emitted from you. his pallid arms held you secure, making sure you wouldn't fall, not even slightly move. scandalized yet simultaneously entranced, scaramouche found himself unable to move as he stared at you, his gaze never wavering. he could barely believe that one so small and delicate would dare to trust him with something so precious. and there you slept— on his shoulder, your head tucked under his chin and your tiny hands curled up against his chest. he could feel the warmth of your body against his cold own and smell the soft scent of your hair. he couldn't push you off— no that would be wrong. a gentle smile scribbled on his face as he let out a tired sigh, alright— just for now. that's how much he loves you &lt;3

[luxxid]

WAYS MY AMITY SHINES FOR YOU

: ̗̀➛ the soft moments they adore with you.

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: ̗̀➛ ayato, albedo, aether, al haitham, cyno, diluc, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, tartaglia, thoma, tighnari, venti, scaramouche, xiao

ayato loves hearing you talk. the melodious tunes of your voice reach his ears like a siren's song, alluring and captivating. as he scribbles his signature on the bottom of numerous pages settled on his desk, he adores having his darling rant about their day, whilst having a smile caricatured on his ephebic face. he finds solace in the gentle lullabies of your words; the way your voice wraps around him like a warm embrace and the way he can feel the intonations of your diction fill the room with a mesmerizing aura, washing away all the fret and concerns inhabited on his mind like a sea wave.

albedo loves explaining on different subjects, whether it be on what he's testing, or if it's about new objectives about the knights. he loves it when his darling is invested on what he's suffused in as well. he undoubtly enjoys the connection with his darling and loves when they are as passionate about his work as he is. he always gets ardent when his darling asks him enquires about the things he's working on, and he loves to see their eyes polish when he explains the concepts. he loves to take his darling's hand and explain some of the things he's working on, and his favourite thing of all is when he sees the cute smile on their face when they finally apprehend the vagary.

aether enjoys it when you spectate him whilst he's training. he absolutely adulates it when you shout praises to him, occasionally giving you a smile or two. aether treasures moments like these; when you give him a pat on the back after a job well done, or when you tell him how proud you are of his accomplishments. he thrives off of these moments, and it's facile to see the nirvana radiating from him. oh how much he adores having you by his side.

al haitham loves reading along with you, recommending you books he had already read, vesting to you to read it. he loves bringing you on little library dates with you to the akademiya, making sure the library was empty, especially for the both of you. he enjoys listening to your thoughts and opinions about the books you read, sharing his insights on the stories, and growing together through the experience. but, one thing about him, he's never concentrated on his book. he's heeded over your soft expressions and watching the way your lips silently move while softly reciting each word. his viridescent eyes are piercing through your gentle form.

cyno loves it when you laugh at his 'jokes'. he's well aware of the fact they aren't funny, but whenever he pulls one out on you, he's always met with the sight of you softly giggling. these dreamy stages between the two of you are some of cyno's most euphoric memories. he loves seeing the way your eyes light up when you laugh and the way your face crinkles with delight. he loves the feeling of connection that comes with sharing these simple flashes, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

diluc loves it when you play with his hair. brushing his hair through his fiery, cottony locks while skimming through the knots. this is the only moment he lets his guard down, and only with you of course. his face lights up with bliss as he releases a contented sigh, giving away the fact that he truly enjoys this moment of placidity with you. nevertheless, diluc loves it when you curl up on the bed next to him, your head resting on his chest as your fingers trace circles in his hair. he loves these tender, intimate moments with you, and he can't help but become lost in your embrace. he sighs with relief, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

heizou loves it when you cook his favourite dishes. he purely enjoys the sight of you being so minded while bustling chopping and cutting. he relishes wrapping his arms around yours while placing his chin ontop of your head, watching you cook and enjoying those soft, intimate moments with him. he loves the moments when you both laugh and giggle while you both prepare food together. he reveres the moments when you both share stories while you cook for him, aromas waft around the abode. heizou cherishes these moments with you more than anything, the joy of being able to share such intimate moments while being able to be next to each other.

itto loves taking you on late night walks around inazuma. he dotes on the quiet and soft moments you both share, whether it be you resting your head on his lap, or him gently playing with your hair as you watch the stars. he cherishes these moments more than anything, as it is a reminder of the love between the two of you. he loves how your small fingers hook with his considerably larger ones, swining them playfully while walking alongside you. with you, he isn't arataki itto, he's simply 'itto'.

it warms kaeya's heart when you snuggle against his frigid frame. you feel his larger form embrace your smaller frame, enveloping you in a bear hug. kaeya loves watching the expressions on your face as you take in the world around you, he also loves when you softly run your hand along his arm, like a gentle caress. he loves when you look up to him with your elfin gems, his heart melting as your gaze lingers on his. these moments of tenderness, between the two of you, are the moments he cherishes the most. he ardors on how vulnerable he can be around you and you only.

kazuha loves sitting by the ocean, alongside you. he undoublty loves adoring your beauty. softly, he brushes his fingers over your hand, tying his fingers with yours. he gazes into your eyes, his heart warming with love. he smiles, and your heart flutters. you can feel the adoration emerging from him, his airy voice washes over you like a calming tide. the sounds of sea waves crashing onto the shores were accompanied by the soft giggles and chuckles belonging to the samurai and his darling. he always knew the your beauty was incomparable to that of the ocean.

tartaglia loves it when you aid him after every mission he encounters. in stoke from him, he always arrives bloodied and wounded from the brutal fights he takes part in. he loves how his darling softly presses the cotton pad onto the side of his slit cheek, the alcohol drowned substance absorbed into his skin. but it didn't hurt, of course it didn't hurt when you were the one aiding him. he loved how caring and considerate you were towards him, always stressing over the slightest cuts and bruises. childe loves the soft facade you have for him, the way your hair brushes against his face as you lean in to press a kiss onto his forehead, the way your eyes light up when he tells you he's safe, the way your hands never shake when you dress his wounds. it's these moments that make him love you more than the battles he fights.

thoma adores teaching his darling various recipes, teaching them every movement and every step on how it takes to make a delicious dish. the moments when he holds his darling's hand while they measure ingredients and mix them, or when they talk while waiting for the dish to cook, are the sweetest moments for him. it makes him stoked to see how his darling's eyes light up when the dish is finished. he takes pride and joy in seeing his darling's excitement at the end of each meal they make together, enhancing the entire experience even more special to him.

tighnari loves gardening with you, he adores the way you accompany and help him, he loves spectating you while you're hustling with shoveling and digging crevices and making sure the plants get adequate water. the earthy scent of the damp soil remained in the air while you tossed seeds all around the garden. gentle moments of laughter filled the air while the two of you worked together. the warmth of the sun, the way the breeze rustled his hair, and the way he felt connected to you in those moments. it was a special kind of bond, one that he cherished and held close to his heart.

venti adores how you patiently listen to his harmonious lyre. the hypnotizing notes his fingers swayed were mesmerizing to listen to. your soft smile and eyes that complimented your whole figure was always so euphoric to him. venti atmost cherishes the moments when you both would sit together in an embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he played the lyre. the gentle feel of your skin against his and your subtle whispers in his ear were the moments that filled him with joy.

xiao adores how you sheltered you make him feel, the way you bring him to your warm chest, providing him with the love he never received, dowsing all the abysmal memories of the past. your heartbeat transports pure peace and solace to him. moments like these are what makes him feel like he fell in love over again.

scaramouche loves how your presence quietens his worries, his tensions, everything. your soft appearance was like an angel came down to earth, especially for him. the way you embrace him to your warm figure, a stark contrast to his cold and frigid self. scaramouche cherishes the soft moments with you, the gentle touches, the sweet whispers, the understanding glances. he loves the sensation of being held in your arms and being comforted by your words. he loves how he can trust you with his worries and burdens and how you can always make him feel safe and loved.

[luxxid]

"why do you love me?"

characters : ayato, albedo, al haitham, kazuha, tartaglia, tighnari, venti, scaramouche, heizou.

warnings: tooth rotting, cotton candy fluff, gn!reader, kissing, teasing, reader being a bit too curious.

☆ ayato who gently smiles, his eyes avert to your orbs, holding intense gaze withing the depths of your pupils. "well darling, your the only one who made me feel a certain way, your the only one who showered me with the riches of love and the true meanings of life." his soft curve still drawn onto his youthful face. his hand reaches out, a gesture of warmth and comfort. he holds your warm hands in his, and you feel the love and passion between the both of you. he leers and speaks once more, "i'm glad i found you." his words linger in the air as if they were a sweet melody, and you can feel the intensity of his emotion seep into the depths of your soul. he looks deeply into your eyes and you can feel the warmth of his love reaching out to you and protecting you in his arms. so this is what true love felt like.

☆ albedo who looked up from his notes, his face showed no trace of doubt on why you were asking this question, but his mind was in question. he set the feather dipped in ink down on a piece of paper. he looked up and met your gaze, a thousand questions in his eyes. he opened his mouth to ask but no sound came out, just a faint exhale. he glanced away, his brow furrowed in thought. "what can i say? your like a white rose in a bundle of red roses." he stated, he was unsure on what to say. he paused, his eyes searching for understanding. "it's like you stand out from others," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. he cleared his throat and shifted back to his notes, a silent understanding between the two of you. his heart was thumping. oh god he loved you so much.

☆ al haitham furrows his eyebrows in response to your question. confusion runs wildly in his green spheres. "your more bearable than kaveh and anyone i've met." he responded calmly before diverting his gaze into the book he held. you were taken aback by his response, not expecting that answer from him. he seemed to sense your surprise and managed a small smile before he looked away again. you found yourself smiling in response as you realized he wasn't as bad as you thought he was. his finger tracing on lines of the pages, ocassionaly shifting his concentrated gaze to you.

☆ kazuha who gently takes your hand in his, his other hand brushing a strand of your hair to the side, "it's simple dear, i love you more than others." he speaks out like the wind, his words loitering in the air, a crimson hue powdered your cheeks, he emitted a gentle chuckle in return to your bashful form. he really loved you. really. a soft kiss was pressed onto the crook of your neck while he squeezed your hand, transporting pure love to you. his voice resonated with sincerity, pouring out love as sincere as it was deep, letting you know that his love was something one of a kind, something that would never be replaced.

☆ ajax feels as if he had stopped breathing. why would you ask him such a question? "i love you because..." he muttered anxiously, unable to end his statement. a warm hand folded against his cold ones, a forced smile returned to his spry face. "i don't know how to explain it love. did i ever tell you that true love can't be explained unless you actually experience it? it's like that." he stammered, his heart racing faster than light. only you could make him feel like this, only you. he felt his heart flutter as the realization of what true love meant sunk in, and he knew that only with you could he truly feel this way.

☆ tighnari stops in his tracks. the forest ranger was surprised by the numerous amount of questions you had up your sleeve. he turns around to meet your hypnotizing orbs. "i don't think now is the time to be asking such foolish questions y/n." he states without concern. yet, something in his guts were pulling him to give you a proper reply. he sighs, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "you taught me how to use a spade correctly, that's one reason maybe. his mind wanders off to collect words to reply your oh-so-curious question. "i love how you keep me entertained during forest ranges, just like how you did now." you blink once, twice, thrice. he slowly turns away, a small smile playing on his lips. you watch as he slowly walks away, each step growing further away from you. you really loved him, so did he.

☆ venti smirks like a madman, his soft giggles were soothing to say the least. "i love it when you lend me mora to buy wine!" he obviated loudly, "venti you still owe me 400 mora from last week-" your words were cut off by the bard himself. "uh-uh we don't talk about that windblume." a large grin present on his face. archons, he was so childish. "but i also love it when you listen to my lyre" you sighed, shaking your head. "venti, you really need to be more responsible." he chuckled, taking a step closer. "but I'm so much more fun when I'm not!" he winked, his smile widening. mhm, he was never meant to change.

☆ scaramouche appears agitated with your question, his purple optics staring daggers into yours. "i only love you because your the only one i can handle-!" he blurted out, his face was covered in a pink palette. "i don't love you because i have to," he added, the intensity of his gaze increasing, "i love you because i want to." his tone softened as he finished his statement, the intensity of his gaze fading away. he meant it, of that you were sure. his expression was sincere, he wasn't just saying what he thought you wanted to hear. a small smile tugged across his lips, of course he wouldn't allow you to know his soft facade that only appears for you.

☆ heizou smirks menacingly, almost as if he was amused by your question. "you've been a bit too influenced by me, hm? he jived, his slender fingers petted a branch of your hair, "well.. i love you because you're the only one who can understand me, even when i don't understand myself. you challenge me, never letting me remain the same and you make me feel stagnate." he spoke like a breeze flowing abundantly. his breath washed over you. "and that's why I love you," he concluded, a determined glint in his eye. "oh and i also love you for this," he added before grabbing your face towards his before moulding his warm lips against yours. oh well, seems like he's got his way.