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𖤝 Watching priest!suguru jerk off

𖤝 Roommate!satoru eating you out at a party

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ʚɞ Patching up boxer!sukuna

“You are such a dumbass.” You glared at him, the overhead fluorescent light flickering above. The one light that the boxing club still didn’t have enough money to fix. Sukuna sat across from you, unwrapping the bloodied gauze he was wearing during his fight prior. Even though he had won and gained a little bit of cash, he was now dealing with you.

You were pissed, and rightfully so. There was a lot of word of mouth about a fight tonight. You checked in with Sukuna, to whom he very clearly stated he was not going to be there.

You weren’t stupid.

You went down to the club. Seeing the quick flashes of pink hair and bold tattoos. His wrapped fists connected harshly into another guy's jaw. Taking him down as the crowd cheered or booed, the so-called referee crowning him the winner. The crowd dispersed fast, not wanting to linger just in case the police ever came rolling through. You had enough decency to wait until he got his payout before storming over to his side.

You now poured antiseptic on a cotton ball, sitting on the edge of the ring with him. Taking his hand in yours, gently dabbing over the cuts on his knuckles. Sukuna tensed, letting out a small grunt. “Do you always have to be so damn nagging?” his voice came out rough, exhaustion and annoyance mixed into something familiar.

Your thumb pressed down on the cotton ball, earning a small curse from his lips. “You don’t want me nagging? Then stop doing illegal shit.” Your tone of voice edged on blunt, brows furrowing, causing the crease in between. Once you finished with one hand, you moved on to the other, being just slightly gentler. “God, you piss me off.”

You could practically feel the way his lips tugged into a deeper frown. He didn’t pull his hand away just yet, letting you do the thing you got so good at. Instead, he watched, deciding if he wanted to start shit with you or let it go.

A sigh flew out from your lips. You reach over, grabbing the fresh roll of gauze next to you, easily re-wrapping his raw skin. Making it tight enough to suffocate the lingering burn of the antiseptic. “I’m going to end up wasting my medical degree on you,” an absent-minded murmur. A random thought that just came to mind.

His hand slipped out of yours, leaving you confused. His thumb pushed your chin up while his other fingers sprawled out on your neck. He leaned in, whispering roughly into your ear, “You should be fucking honoured,” tilting his head slowly.

You followed his pursuit, tilting yours even closer. Teeth pulling the inside of your cheek between them, “Fuck you.” rolling your eyes.

He shoved your face away, sliding off the edge of the ring. “Yeah, fuck you too, pretty girl.” He says, walking off as he finishes wrapping his hand.

a/n - Higuruma fic next...? I have been highkey obsessed with him.

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ʚɞ Going to home-girl!shoko after a bad date

It was girls' night. Every Saturday night, you went over to Shoko’s apartment to de-stress after the week. It was also the day her roommates were usually gone, leaving just the two of you.

The day prior, you had just gone on the most boring, horrible date of your life. He took you out for drinks at some shitty dive bar where he apparently knew the owner and could get free drinks — he didn’t. He had also ‘left’ his wallet back at his dorm, making you pay for both him and yourself.

“Come on, why didn’t you just leave?” Shoko rolled her eyes, leaning back into the side of the couch. skincare eye patches under her eyes, her bangs clipped back with small black pins. She tilted her head into her hand, fingers threading through long brown hair.

You groaned in response, holding a pillow closer to your chest. “I don’t know!” you fired back, your glossy lips tugged into a small frown, “I thought I was going to at least get laid.” The confession fell from your lips in a half-disgusted, annoyed murmur.

Shoko sat up quickly, strands of hair falling in front of her face. “You didn't get laid?” She questioned in disbelief.

You shook your head, adjusting your fluffy headband, “By the time we left, he was going on and on about how ‘girls like me are too much maintenance.’” You held your fingers up to do air quotes, dropping your voice to sound like an obnoxious frat dude.

Shoko looked at you, silence filling the room for about five whole seconds. You both broke down in laughter. You hide your face in the fabric of the pillow you were holding, while Shoko leaned forward. Her forehead pressed against your bare leg, clutching her stomach. You nudge her, “Shut up! It’s not funny.” You attempt to defend yourself, moving closer towards her.

“You should have left,” she managed after she caught her breath, light-hearted remnants still hanging in the air. Everything settled into a strange, warm feeling. Her face is somehow right in front of yours now, her hand landing on your knee like it was support. “If you wanted to get laid, you might as well have just come to me.” She jokes.

Of course, it’s a joke. You always joked about just dating each other. Not wanting to deal with guys who couldn’t even tell when a girl was faking her moans. But… the way she looked at you, the way her hand crept up your thigh.

You swallowed hard, “yeah, I probably should’ve.” The whisper sounded pathetically similar to utter desperation. You tilted your head, eyes flicking down to the plush of her lips.

She leaned in more, “I say we try it.”

Your eyes widened, “Try… what?”

“Hooking up.” She stated, leaning in so your lips brush, giving you time to back out. To tell her this was stupid. Instead, you fully captured her lips, cupping the side of her face. Her own hands went to your shoulders, adjusting herself so she was straddling your legs. She pulled back to whisper against your mouth.

“I’ll show you, you're not too high maintenance.”

a/n — my first wlw fic!! I love, love, love being queer!

@k4rinaviiz please do not repost, translate or copy my work. all my work is originally mine.

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ʚɞ Meeting Jason Todd for the first time...?

The loud click of a gun. The grey of the metal reflected the faint light leaking into the alleyway. “Give me the fucking purse.” The voice was muffled by the cheap-looking balaclava over his face. He was just slightly taller than me, with an average build and no confidence whatsoever.

You stood there, almost completely backed up to the grimy brick wall. Wearing clothes that were slightly too nice for this side of Gotham. Garnering the type of attention you should have considered before coming down here. Your head was reeling with three options: fight, flight, or freeze. Currently, your body is automatically engaging in the last option.

The masked man took another step forward, lifting the gun higher. “I said give me the damn—” his words were cut off with a harsh grunt. His eyes rolled back. His limbs went limp. His body hit the cold concrete with a thud, mud splashing onto his clothes.

“You alright, Pretty lady?”

The voice was deep, a harsh hit of reality. With this utterly unforgettable undertone of a sarcastic drawl. He stood there with his gun in hand, the blunt end facing where the back of the mugger's head just was. Red Hood stood there with an intimidating look, a red mask and a brown jacket over his suit. A suit that seemed to show off each hard ridge of his abs.

“Yeah, yeah, all good.” You nodded quickly, taking a few awkward steps to the side, around the body on the floor.

He slid his gun into the waistband, his arms crossing over his broad chest. “You shouldn't wear clothes like that around here.” He said bluntly before turning to just… walk away. His hand came up to the side of his helmet, murmuring something you couldn't quite make out before leaving the alley.

It had been a week since that interaction.

You were in attendance for one of Gotham's many charities. Wearing a nice dress and an empty glass of champagne between your fingers. You needed a refill with the sheer number of people you had to converse with. Walking over to the bar, heels clicking against the glossy floor. A man in a suit was already standing there, ordering his drink.

The other bartender looked over to you. “What can I get you, miss?” You settled the empty champagne flute on the bar top.

“Just a refill,” you say simply, reaching into your clutch to pull out your card. A larger hand hovered on top of yours, making you pause.

“I’ll pay for it.” The man said to the bartender, sliding his card back over. Finally, turning his head to meet your surprised gaze. “Can’t have a pretty lady paying for herself.”

Pretty lady.

The raspy, that attractive, slightly sarcastic drawl. The sound pulled you back into the alleyway, reminding you of the vigilante who had saved you before just walking off. The one you couldn't seem to get out of your head. “Oh, thank you.” You nodded slowly, your eyes wandering over him, like you were performing some sort of examination on him.

His lips tugged into a grin, a stupidly hot grin, like he knew what you didn’t.

“Jason Todd, pleasure to meet you.”

His hand moves to shake yours.

You took it, feeling his finger wrap around your hand. Giving it a firm shake that radiated heat over your skin.

“Uh huh… nice to meet you too.”

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ʚɞ Watching priest!suguru jerk off mdni (vampire!reader)

Pitch black. Pitch black hair, pitch black clothes, and dark eyes. Geto Suguru, the well-known and well-loved priest. He always wore that gentle smile that seemed to resonate with all the people who stumbled into his church. Whether it’s a happy family coming in for Sunday service or drunkards coming in crying after a rough night.

What they didn’t see was that when the doors closed, the priest left with his thoughts, carrying with him every confession he had taken throughout the day. The smile dissipates and makes way for that exhausted, annoyed scowl.

That’s what got you.

A vampire with pure and morbid curiosity. watching from afar. The distance was forced upon you, a creature known for being unholy, having to keep out of one of the holiest places. The whole place was, in simple words, dossed in divine protection. So, the distance and busy schedule that Suguru had distracted you from the fact that he had noticed. He was aware of the shadow lurking near him.

It was late, around an hour after the last confession had left. Suguru sat down with an exhausted sigh, running a harsh hand down the side of his face. He set his rosary down next to him. Listening to the sound of faintly rushing rain. Then the following sound of shadowy footsteps.

You crept up to the glass window, watching as the priest tugged the hair tie out of his hair. His long black hair dropped from his bun, messily falling down his shoulder.

Fuck. You were turned on by just the sight. Tired and ragged. What caught your attention was his hands moving lower. Hands you had fantasized about, thick fingers, veins running along the back of them. They gently opened his cassock, revealing the plain black slacks he had on underneath. Okay, maybe he was just getting comfortable; it had been a long day.

Then his hands moved up, reaching the buckle of his belt.

Shit.

He tugged the leather from his belt loops.

Shit.

His pants slide down to his mid-thighs.

Holy shit.

There it was, a thick outline pressing into the fabric of his boxers. he stroked over his boner, letting out a disgruntled groan. You knew you should leave. You should look away. You had enough of a right mind to know that this was bordering on wrong. You shouldn’t be watching this priest desperately trying to please himself.

Then he pulled his boxers down to where his pants were. Hard, thick, and leaking member springing out and hitting his stomach. You felt heat grow between your legs, a slick feeling following. You watched as drips of pre-cum dribbled down his glossy pink tip. His thumb rubbed small circles over the slit, his groaning only growing. He wrapped a tight hand around his dick, giving three short but firm tugs.

He bent over slightly, his back arching. You watch as he spat into his hand, getting himself wet and messy. While your own hand dipped under your waistband, gently pressing on your clit, feeling your underwear clinging to your sloppy folds.

Suguru kept going, grunting as he started to jerk himself off faster, his hips stuttering desperately. His head tilted back, strays of black hair falling back. He looked beautiful as his groans and grunts turned into what you could only describe as pornographic moans. You touched yourself to the sound, whimpering as the feeling combined with your personal show.

Suguru thrust his hips up into his hand. filling his hand with hot release. He was panting. Catching his breath. Then he slowly looked up, his eyes meeting yours through the fancy glass window. Your eyes widened, hand pausing in your pants. Suguru’s lips tugged into a faint smirk. He gave a small nod before getting up to clean himself up.

You just stood there, stunned. He knew you were there. He knew the whole time. He had let you watch. You had never been more desperate to head in and have what you wanted, but you couldn't. So instead, you waited, waited for him to soon leave the religious sanctuary. Waiting to finally have your hands on him.

a/n — heyyy... I am back! I don't have a lot of ideas so I probably won't post consistently. BUT just know I am alive!!

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ʚɞ Roommate!satoru eating you out at a party mdni (f.oral)

Drinks were being passed around by the time you both got there. The music was actually good for once, stimulating enough to not bore you, but not overly so. The booze made you feel fuzzy but still in control of your own actions. You knew a few faces, making small talk that wasn’t obsolete and pointless. Everything was going great. Better than you could have even imagined.

Well, right up until your roommate, Satoru Gojo, attempted to crowd surf with his beverage in hand. He was barely up there for a second before he came crashing down, people moving out of the way so as not to get hit. His weight hit your front, cold liquid landing on your chest. You both stumbled back, his arm going around to catch you by the waist.

The idiot stood there with wide eyes. You stood there wide-eyed, your hands raised in defense. You could feel your pulse practically popping out of your skin, your eyes on the verge of twitching. “How. Bad. Is. It?” The words come out in a gritted, repressed kind of anger. Before he could even open his mouth, you looked down, seeing the growing red stain on your top, and the smell was already giving you a headache.

A groan left the back of your throat as you shoved past people. Satoru, of course, was quick to follow. You walked to the front of the bathroom line, and the poor girl who was just about to enter. As soon as her eyes fell on you, she stepped aside. You pushed the door shut with what you considered a ‘called for’ amount of strength, only for it to be caught by somebody's foot.

Satoru pushed through, shutting the door behind him with a soft ‘click’. “I am so sorry, I didn't mean to. I mean, you just happened to be in front of me.” he flicked on the sink, waiting for the water to warm up a bit. “Don’t freak out, your Roomie Toru has got this, I can get this out no problem.”

He pulled you closer, taking his damp finger to start rubbing the stain out. Going on and on about how your top was going to look brand new. In reality, the stain was starting to spread, and you were almost sure you would just end up throwing it out.

“Dude, it’s fine, just leave it.” You say quickly, only to be met with his whining.

His head lifted up, his eyes meeting yours, “I’m sorry, please don’t make me sleep outside.” He paused, adding in a lower tone, “I can make it up to you, I swear.”

“Unless it's buying me a new—” a gasp got caught in your throat as he gently pressed you against the bathroom door. His lips find the side of your neck, kissing the same spot repeatedly, slowly. When he stopped to talk, his lips brushed your skin.

“I can make you forget why you're even mad,” he murmured, “Please, lemme show you what this mouth can do.” He was practically pleading, his hand drifting down to your waistband, giving it a light tug. Goosebumps covered your skin like wildfire. Your breathing turned into softer, shorter huffs. The music muffled from inside the bathroom.

“You're serious?” you questioned.

“As a heart attack.” He looked to you with his corny little grin. He waited for you to nod your head, dipping to his knees. Looking to you once again before he even considered taking your pants off. The fabric bunches down at your ankles. He held onto your thighs, kissing up the inner skin. His tongue glides up on the part right before your crotch.

A curse slipped from your lips, so he did it again. A finger comes up to trace the edge of your panties. “I wanna take them off,” he whispered against your skin. You were really starting to hate him.

“Yeah, sure, take them off.” The words came out quickly, almost as quickly as your panties did, more fabric ending up at your ankles. His thumb pressed against your clit, drawing faint little circles that made you squirm. He dragged it down, gliding it through the wetness building.

“Didn’t know my Roomie could have such a pretty pussy.” he whispered, kissing the words to your clit like it was a fucking prayer. Your head fell back against the door, and heat prickled against every part of your flesh. Teeth pulling your lower lip into your mouth, only to open in a hitched moan when he started to suck. His hands gently spread apart your thighs to give himself more room.

The small room filled with the sounds of wet kissing, sucking, and both of your moans. He had been eating you out like he was somehow gaining sexual pleasure from this whole thing. His tongue eagerly slipped inside, blue eyes looking up to you as he pushed it in, then out. repeating it slower, then faster, until you were gripping locks of his hair desperately.

“shit, slow down… Satoru,” you whined, shaking your head as your legs started to shake. Yet, you held him in place. Feeling that queasy feeling build up in your lower stomach. He moved up, dragging his lips along sensitive nerves, a single finger replacing where his tongue once was, hooking into your upper wall. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knew how to bring you what you desired, the feeling of complete and overwhelming pleasure.

You came apart on his finger, using your hand to cover your mouth. Standing there in utter awe at this whole situation. Of course, Satoru just had to make it worse, pulling his finger out and bringing it to his lips. Licking off the glisten on it, “Hm, I think it's kinda sweet.”

a/n — clearly I don't know how to go on hiatus. I had time after a final and just really liked the idea so I thought I'd post it. Pretty happy with how this turned out !! If ya'll have any requests or recs on what you want me to write I would love to hear them.

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ʚɞ Jerking off your knight!sukuna mdni

It was a frosty mid-evening. Yet another day of doing absolutely nothing. Snow dusting over the garden, flowers and plants starting to wilt. You were under the meticulously made gazebo. The metal of the chair felt cold through the heavy fabric of your dress. An involuntary shudder runs up your neck to your shoulders, gripping your fur shawl tighter. You looked out towards the frozen-over lake, the faint sun hit it, making it glisten.

A book sat discarded on the circular table sitting in the middle of the space. It had been sitting there long enough to get the cold flush; it ran along your cheekbones. Especially prominent on the tip of your nose and your fingers. The sound of heavy, clunky armour filled the chilled silence. A huge smile spread across your face, and you turned to face your approaching knight. “Well, hello there, Ryomen.” You watched him stand at the bottom of the stairs.

“Princess,” he grunted, nodding his head. His eyes flicker down your frame. “Why must you sit out here, freezing your ass off like an idiot?”

You turned to face him directly, crossing one leg over the other. Your fingers are running over the fur of your sleeves. “It's quite peaceful. Relaxing almost.” You shrugged. gesturing with your head to the empty seat on the opposing side. “Care to join?” Your voice came out like a pleasant offering, but the way you looked at him. The way your body leaned just a fraction forward. Well, it barely gives him the room to decline.

He pulled out the chair with one hand, dropping into it with a heavy thud. Leaning back with his arms crossed. “You are going to catch an illness out here, women.” He said, clearly annoyed at how you just choose to freeze out there.

You gasped, turning as you pointed to your winter gown and shawl. “I am very clearly dressed in the correct attire.” A huff of a laugh left your lips, turning into visible air, and I look very, very dear. You sent him a little wink, only to be met with yet another grunt… clearly his signature.

“You are a dumbass,” he said plainly.

You leaned back, copying his pose. Silence fell over both of you, and instead of trying to pick up the conversation, you decided to get his attention differently. Hitting his foot with your black booted heel. His brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything. You kept eye contact with him, dragging your foot up the inside of his leg.

“Stop messing around,” he said roughly, moving his leg away. You leaned in closer, putting your forearms on the table. You moved your foot right up to his inner thigh, barely an inch away from his crotch. Sukuna sucked in a breath. He looked ten times angrier. You could tell he wanted to say something, probably harsh, but he knew he shouldn’t.

You pressed the front of your foot to his crotch. Watching him grit his teeth, he was clenching the edge of the table enough to make his arms flex. Muscle straining against fabric and steel.

Your foot dragged along the length of his cock, forcing a groan out of him. You could tell he was forcing himself not to get up. Not to stop whatever you were doing, but to point out how inappropriate and unethical this was. Yet, he didn't. You could feel the outline growing harder when you applied more pressure. You could basically make out the rough estimate of his side by now.

“Well, I certainly did not expect your… ‘sword’ to be so thick.” You say, tilting with that same shit-eating grin. “May I see it?”

He tipped his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shouldn’t indulge your idiocy. Your attempts to get under his skin. But god, he could not stop fantasizing about what your hands would feel like wrapped around him. “Then come over here.” He demanded, no longer giving you the option of backing out.

You got up from your seat, so did he. Your hands ran over the fabric of your dress as you watched, waiting for him to do something, anything. He lets out a rasp of a laugh, shaking his head, “If you want it, fucking get it.” Sukuna gestures to the bulge in his pants. Looking at you like he believes nothing is going to happen.

You get closer, your head almost to his chest. You move your gasp down to the amour covered his zipper. Sliding your hands under to carefully undo his pants, pull them down along with his undergarments. His cock sprang free. You tensed, forcing your breath to slow as you looked back up to him. “It's… adequate.”

“Adequate? You're fucking with me,” he grumbled. grasping your hands, moving them towards the base of his length.

“Good lord, what are you doing?” you say quickly, making him stop. He gave you a look. Giving you time to backout. To change your mind about indulging in such vulgar acts with your Knight. You gave a small nod, watching his hand guide yours to wrap around his cock.

Both of you said nothing.

Your fingers flexed, tightening, before relaxing once more. He moved your hand up, letting out a low groan as your skin reached his tip. Slowly, he moved your hand in a rhythm, using your hand to get himself off. Until you got that hang of it, taking over for him. Watching his expression the whole time, watching every held back noise, every time he accidentally bucks his hips.

“Fuck princess…” Sukuna finally voiced, this only gave you confidence to pick up speed. His tip was dripping clear fluid, making everything wet and messy. The sounds that hit your ears were completely obscene.

“Stop, Stop.” He grabbed your hand, pulling it away. Forcing himself to catch his breath.

You shook your head, “What? What did I do?” You looked down, his cock still as hard, flushed and glossy.

He pulled his pants back up, shaking his head. “You are not going to make me finish on this stupid gazebo.” He said harshly, pushing past you. You rushed after him, lifting your skirt so you wouldn't trip.

“This shit is not happening again,” he said, picking up his pace, trying his absolute hardest to get away.

“Why not!?” You called out in frustration.

He didn't even look at you. “If I get some of you now, then I’ll want all of you later. Fucked-out beneath me like a own you.” he paused, as he followed him into the castle. “Trust me, princess, you wouldn't be able to handle that.”

a/n — This is my first time writing stuff like this... please do not mind it being absolute shit. Genuinely just written for one of my dear friends.

also i will be back in February after all my exams are over with. so see you thenn!!

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ʚɞ Does he melt into my kisses?

Ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna & Toji (based off this trend)

A cute couples trend about seeing if your boyfriend melts into your kiss has been circling around TikTok… so why not try it out on your boyfriend?

Satoru Gojo

➥ After forcing Satoru off his phone, you pulled him up. Making him stand right in front of you. “ok, now raise your hands like this,” you say, lifting your arms up above your head.

He laughed, a half smirk spreading across his lips. “Alright,” he nodded, slowly lifting his longer arms up above his head just like yours. You lifted yourself up on your tiptoes, stepping closer.

Slowly, you let your lips find his. Within a mere second, he was already kissing. Capturing your bottom lip between his. The warmth and love poured into you, giving you those stupid butterflies that flutter in the bottom of your stomach. Both your arms drape around his neck, pulling him in even closer.

You could feel him relax into your touch, His arm lowering towards your back, then lower to the hem of your shirt. He swiftly pulled it up, enough to expose your bare back.

“Satoru!” you yelped, pulling back quickly. Fixing your shirt with a huff.

“Hey! Not my fault, my absolutely, sexy piece of chocolate for a girlfriend wanted to get all up on me,” he fired back instantly, reaching back out to place his hands on your waist. He pulled you in close once again. His lips gently brush against your. “Let's finish what you started, sweets.”

Suguru Geto

➥ You had to be awfully convincing to get Suguru to agree. promising him that it would be for his while before he even considered it. Finally, he got up with a sigh, “whatever you want, angel…” he murmured. allowing you to take his arms and lifting them up for him, keeping them raised above his head.

You gently cupped his face, his eyes glued to you, watching them as you tilted your head. Then pressing your lips to his.

His hands immediately dropped. His lips immediately follow yours in that desperate sorta of want. His hands drift down your ass, cupping the back of your thighs as he pulls you up. You let her legs part, wrapped them around his torso.

Your lips never left his as he slowly led you towards the bed. His arms went up to your waist as he dropped both of you onto the mattress. He lifted his head up to let out a shaky huff. “Don’t tease angel…”

You shook your head, a stupidly sweet smile on your lips. “I’m not teasing.”

He immediately found your lips again.

Nanami Kento

➥ Nanami was quick to agree. Even if he was in the middle of cooking, he gave you his attention without question. He turned to face you, listening as you told him to raise his arms. Raising them to the side.

You giggled, shaking your head as you stepped closer to raise his arms up higher. “Keep them above your head like this,” you say before taking the smallest step back. Putting your arms around his neck. Starting by giving him a slow, soft, and quick kiss. When you pulled away, his lips followed yours. You kiss him again, but slower, your fingers tangling into his blonde hair.

His hands slowly dropped. One of them lowers to your head, gently smoothing down your hair. The other one drops to your lower back, gently pulling you in closer. He deepened the kiss, but it was still so soft. Following your lead, allowing you to set the slow tone.

When you both pulled away, he still kept you close. A very slow smile grew on his lips. “What was that about, honey?”

You shrugged, tilting your head slightly. “Just wanted to try something,” you say simply, leaning in to press your lips against his right cheek.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, dropping to your shoulder. His tone turned almost… shy “well then… I enjoyed it…”

Choso Kamo

➥ Choso was confused at the start. You would barely give him any hint as to what this was. Just said you saw something you wanted to try. He stood up, rolling his shoulders before lifting them up as instructed.

You placed your hands on the sides of his torso. pushing yourself higher so you could reach his lips. He leaned in, allowing your lips to meet in the middle. The kisses are firm and quick. He groaned softly before tracing your bottom lip with his tongue. Seeking more of whatever this whole thing was.

But he never lowered his arms, leaving them straight up above his head as he tried to make out with you.

You pulled back, giving him a look of pure annoyance and disbelief. Only leaving him confused tenfold. “Are you kidding me?” you say, shaking your head quickly, “Do you hate me?”

“What? No baby, I don’t hate you.” He said, quickly dropping his arms to wrap around you. Pressing a quick flurry of kisses on your lips. He still wasn’t sure why you were upset, but he was quick to try to make it up to you. Yet, you pushed him away.

“No, no, I get it, you hate me, no need to pretend,” you say dramatically, turning your back on him. He definitely had to spend the next week trying to make it up to you for not ‘melting into your kiss’.

Ryomen Sukuna

➥ It took you a whole ass four days to get him to agree. Even if he was now standing in front of you, that did not stop him from complaining. “You better not be doing anything stupid, I swear I am not in the mood, women.” This only made you groan.

“Will you just listen?” You shook your head, crossing your arms as he very reluctantly raised his arms. Watching as you made your slow way forward. His eyes didn’t even close when you leaned in to kiss him… the kiss also didn’t last a mere second before his hand was in your hair.

He grabbed a handful, tugging you back. Not hard enough to hurt you, but to make sure you couldn’t move back in. “What the fuck are you doing?” He muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You whined, “You are such a dick,” before adding slightly softer, “Would you just stay still?” You leaned back in when his grip loosened. He was quick to turn the kiss hot and fast. Taking over all of your senses. Pushing you back until you stumbled into the wall.

He pushed you against the flat surface. His hands are already reaching towards your waistband. He pulled away just slightly. “Remember that you wanted this.”

Toji Fushiguro

➥ You had to pay him ten dollars to get him to agree. Then he (somewhat) happily complied. Allowing you to lift his muscular arms up. The corner of his lip was tilting into a half-amused smirk.

You put your arms behind your back. Rocking up on your feet to reach him. He tilted his head down, meeting you with a firm, slightly prolonged kiss. His hands slowly moved down to grab your shoulders. You gasped in shock as he spun you around, “What the fuck—”

He pushed your head down, forcing you to bend over as he pushed  his crotch into your ass. Thrusting against you with a deep laugh. You pushed him away, your hair messed up as you gave him an unamused look. “I’m so fucking done with you,” you rolled your eyes, which only made him laugh more.

“You know you love it, doll.” he moved closer, dipping his head, “come on… have a little fun.”

a/n — I acc hate this trend because of how many off these I have watched... being single is both a blessing and a curse.

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ʚɞ Crying and yearning from boyfriend!Jason Todd

It was late. like past midnight late.

You and Jason have been dating for a few months now. It started off casually, but the more time you spent together, the more comfortable you became.

Then the lies started…

His job? According to him, it was something to do with financing, but you never got to know more about that. A whole room in his apartment, you weren’t allowed to go in. Even if you got too close, he would freak out and push you away. The times he would tense when you would touch him (he shrugged it off as some childhood experience).

Constantly being out late. Like right this instant. He has missed a date you had planned, one that you reminded him of a million times in the passing week. He didn't even text or call. Naturally, this made you worry, so you went to his apartment, opening it with the spare key he gave you for emergencies.

You paced around his living room, chewing on your nails. Anxiety pulsing through you to the point it made you nauseous. Your mind could only lead you to two explanations. He was cheating on you… Or he was dead in a ditch somewhere. Neither was good.

You frantically called his cell for around the tenth time, only to be met with his voicemail. “Hey Jason… I’m really starting to freak out. Please call me back.” Your voice wavered  with your plea. The grip on your phone tightened enough to turn your knuckles pale.

That’s when the window slid open. Your boyfriend tumbled into the room. A red helmet dropped to the floor. He looked exhausted… oh yeah, and there was blood on his clothes.

“Holy shit,” you muttered, rushing over to his side, helping him not collapse.

He looked up, his eyes widened. Fear and panic combined as he stared at you. “What are you doing here?” his tone was unnecessarily harsh. He pushed past you, kicking the helmet further away as he dropped to the couch. He pulled off his brown jacket, and underneath looked like some fucking hero costume.

“I have been trying to get a hold of you for the past four hours.” Your voice turned hoarse, disbelief taking over. “Where the fuck have you been?” you questioned, stepping closer as you looked down at him.

He leaned back into the leather of the couch, a hand running down his face with an exhausted sigh. “I can’t talk about this right now,” he said firmly, raising a hand before you could respond. “Just head home, okay?”

You had been frantic for an upward of four hours, scared to death about, well, his death. Now he was asking you to just drop it and head home. Usually, you would reluctantly just agree and head out, but now you were being shoved over the edge. It was secret after secret with him, lie after lie that you would most likely never get the answers to.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” A humorless laugh leaves between your lips. You shook your head, pressing your palms to your eyes. “Yeah, ok fine. Just don’t expect me to come back, because this is insane.” You grab your bag from the table and head straight for the front door.

Before you can get it open, you feel his hand wrap tight around your wrist. The words hit you before you even turn, “Don’t go…” It was whispered and weak. He tugged you in hard, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… please don't leave…” his voice wavers.

You’re just trapped in his grasp, wide-eyed and utterly confused. Just a minute ago, he seemed frustrated and looked like he couldn't care less. Now he was holding you and begging you to stay. And wait… what was that wet feeling on your neck? Oh, oh shit. Was he crying?!

He gripped you tighter, but still resisting enough not to hurt you. He let out a soft hiccup against your skin, choking out broken pleas and apologies between shaky cries. His hand moving up to cup your face, he pulled back to look at you. His eyes were red and glossy, and his lips pulled into a tight-lipped frown.

“Please, baby, don’t leave me.”

a/n — I am finally back!! I swear my professors are trying too kill me... but I am trying my absolute best too write. I’m also such a huge DC fan but this is for first time writing for it so I’m kinda nervous…

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ʚɞ Stolen kisses before a game with lovesick!rin

It was always difficult to get time alone with Rin nowadays. Practice or games took up most of his time, and when he did have time, it was spent working out or catching up on rest. You, of course, were busy with your own life and school work. The time you guys got together was few and far between… and it was never for long.

Rin’s team had an important match today. He was, to say the least, nervous. Mostly just him getting in his own head, an internal need to be with someone. someone who could calm him down. So he sent you a quick text, asking you to stop by the locker room right before the game.

You showed up immediately, leaning on the wall, waiting just outside for him. wearing one of the spare jerseys he had given you. He came out wearing his uniform and gear, a neutral expression written over his face. “You look good,” he nodded, taking a step closer, but there was still a small distance between the two of you. You tilted your head. The way he acted and moved, you could tell there was underlying nervousness. “Did something happen…? You seem on edge.” You questioned softly, closing the distance by taking your own step forward.

He ran a hand through the side of his hair, his eyes stayed on you as they always did. “Was just missing you.” he shrugged it off, taking another step forward to bring his hand around your waist. He tugged you closer, tilting his head to the side, “Maybe a… good luck kiss?” he suggested.

You smiled, pushing forward to set a quick peck on his lips. His eyes shut at the feeling of your lips on his. He barely opened them back up, chasing your lips when you pulled away faster than he wanted you to. “Feelings the luck yet?” you asked with an amused little grin. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze running over your face as he shrugged, “Might need a little more,” he whispered.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back in for another kiss. this time, one that you let linger, and one that he did not want to pull away from. When he did, reluctantly, pull away, he let his head fall to your shoulder. His hands encircle your waist a bit tighter. “You look really good in my clothes…” he murmured.

Your fingers drew little circles on the back of his neck. “You're going to do great, I'll even cheer extra loud for you.” He pulled away when he heard his coach calling, taking a small step back and letting his hands fall to his side. “I believe you,” he nodded, turning to leave. feeling much better to head out onto that field.

a/n — Two posts in two days, what a miracle!

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ʚɞ Arranged marriage when your knight!sukuna is in love with you.

It was midday, and the sun was shining brightly today. The air was still cold, and a small frost started over the plants in the royal garden. It had been a mere few hours since the announcement.

The public now knew you were to be betrothed to the southern region's heir to the throne. Ryomen Sukuna was your personal, royal knight, and even he wasn’t in the loop until just a few hours ago. The whole thing was kept extremely close to the vest and was arranged rather quickly.

You weren’t exactly thrilled; you didn’t even know the guy, never even spoken to him. So now you walked around the garden trying to get into a clear headspace… which was fairly hard with your royal knight hounding you.

“You can not seriously be allowing this to happen?” he said roughly, his body adorned with armour that glistened in the light. His sword slotted into the side of his belt.

You lifted the skirt of your gown to continue your walk along the cobblestone more easily. Sukuna followed after you, his fist clenching at his side. “Are you really such a brainless woman that you marry the first man your father chooses for you?” his hands wrapped around your wrist, pulling you around to face him.

You were getting increasingly pissed off, his crimson eyes boring into yours. He didn’t understand the situation you were in. The fact that you had much less say in this situation than most people thought you did. “I have an obligation to my people, you know this,” you say, letting a scoff of disbelief pass your lips.

Your hands are smoothing down the pale blue fabric of your dress. You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip, “I do not have the privilege of marrying who I want, or doing what I please.”

His hand slides up your arm; his grip is tight. You would hate to admit it out loud, but you had memorized his touch. It was firm, relentless almost, but never was it painful. He leaned in closer, his voice lowering as he spoke right into your ear.

“Fuck obligations and fuck that asshole prince,” he sounded angry, he always sounded angry, but this time more than ever. His fingers slip in the length of your hair, cupping the nape of your neck.

“You are insane, you know that…?” You murmured, your eyes flickering up to catch his gaze before glancing away towards the flowers. “You are asking me for the impossible,” you say firmly, shaking your head again. He pulled you in closer, forcing you to face him.

The cold steel of his armour pressed against the exposed skin that showed above the collar of your dress. “Then I will make it easier for you,” he whispered, dipping his head to press his lips against the exposed skin of your neck.

The sensation made you gasp, your skin heated up rapidly, causing you to squirm. His lips trailed up, running across the edge of your jaw. His fingers gripping your hair firmly, tilting your head back. His face moved to be right in front of yours, “I have imagined this and so, so much more,” he breathed out, a smirk playing on his lips.

His hands moved to the back of your dress, tugging at the bow. You nodded slowly, “My bed chambers are always available...”

a/n — thank you all sooo much for 100 followers!! Writing is one of my biggest passions and I’m glad that so many people enjoy reading my stuff.

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ʚɞ Sneaking into a vampiric summit with vampire!satoru (bit more spicy than usaual) wc; 1k

This was one of the biggest annual vampire gatherings. Almost every vampire clan was in the same estate, doing the same thing at the same time. Now, here you were dressed up in dark silk and diamonds, with a dagger strapped to your thigh. For such an important gathering, it was remarkably easy to sneak in through the back, sprayed down with a scent blocker to conceal the smell of human blood from everyone.

One goal. Naoya Zenin.

Sure, the hate for the blood sucking kind was why you were so determined, but also the fact that this guy was the worst of the worst. Preying on weaker, helpless women and still having the audacity to complain about their “taste”.

You just need to get him alone, just out in the hall would work. A quick kill before absolutely booking it out of this damn place. You grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray. Your eyes scanned over the room, taking note of all the guests. Noting who was and was not in attendance. When you settle on the familiar white haired vampire. Funnily enough, he was already staring at you with a look of confusion. Satoru Gojo.

Then the look slowly morphed into disbelief. He came over with long, quick strides, lowering his head and clearing his throat to whisper, “Sweetheart, what the hell are you doing here…!” He grabbed your wrist. Pulling you to the side where there were fewer ears.

“Perfect, I need someone to dance with.” Your tone was blunt, your eyes still scanning over for the target. Satoru stood there, his hair a bit neater than normal. He wore a very nice black velvet and red suit, looking ever the vampire prince he was. “Have you lost your mind? You snuck in here for a dance?” he sounded exasperated, his grip on you tightening. “You understand no one here would hesitate for that pretty neck, right?”

You scoffed, pulling your hand away from him, which he allowed. “No, I’m here for a job. Do you know Naoya Zenin?” you asked, walking away to get closer to the dance floor, which was just the center of the room. There was a decent number of people already dancing. “Well then? Do you?”

He let out a huff, nodding his head slowly. “Everyone knows him, he's a Zenin for gods' sake… an insufferable one at that.” Then his brows furrowed, the pieces clicked, and he was not happy. “Oh hell no, you are not getting anywhere near him, I promise you, you won't get away with his assassination,” he said sternly. This made you roll your eyes, your arms crossing tight over your chest.

“I didn't ask what you thought?” You groaned, and a few eyes started to point your way. “Hurry up and ask me to dance.” You say, tuning to look into his gaze.

“Why do I have to?”

“Because you're the man.”

“Yeah, well, you're the one who wants to dance.”

“Hurry up before someone catches on.”

Satoru sighed, gently reaching for your hand to kiss over your knuckles, “May I have this dance?”. You tilted your head, giving him a shit eating grin. “Say please.” You could almost see the vein in his forehead popping out, his teeth clenched as he forced a smile, his sharp fangs poking against his lips. “May I please have this dance?” Finally, you nodded.

Satoru held you close, his hands gently holding your waist. You hand on his chest, but your attention was elsewhere. “Is he here?” you asked, whispering as another couple passed you. The Vamp nodded his head, gently swaying both of you. “Naoya would never miss a summit party,” he scoffed. You continue to look around, also trying to ignore the fact that his hands had shifted down your hips. His thumb stroked back and forth over the silky fabric.

“I can’t believe you're actually going through with this.” He muttered, shaking his hand, subconsciously pulling you even closer. Now your chest pressed against his.

You replied back sternly, “It’s a job.”

“A job from a stupid corp that doesn’t care about you, I mean, come on,” he says, letting out a harsh scoff. “How many suicide missions have they sent you on now?” It was a bit strange to hear him shift from that cocky, arrogant prince to one filled with concern. “Why do you even care?” Disbelief filled your tone. This question made him tense. You guys weren’t enemies; if anything, he was the only vampire whom you considered a half-decent being.

But a Vampire caring for a Hunter, now that was new.

“Because I do, because unlike half the people at this fucking party you're honest… and—” he paused, gaze softening “And I like you for that… That and how feisty you are” he grinned. You definitely didn’t expect this, “Right…” I nodded. The close proximity was quick to become charged with tension, “good to know.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. He knew you well enough to know he wasn’t going to get you to reciprocate immediately… but maybe one day. He let out a sigh, dipping his head closer to your ear. “Have I told you how fucking hot you look tonight?” his one hand runs up to the upper part of your back. You open your mouth, most likely about to brush the comment off, but he beats you to it. “Hear me out, I will gladly help you get rid of Naoya.” It was clear that he hated the bastard just as much as everyone else.

“Just let me get us out of here, take you home, and pound you into my fucking mattress. Just don’t go through with this plan.”

You didn’t want to agree. It was so obviously a bad idea.

“You’ll track him down for me?” you questioned

he nodded

“You won't give him insider information?”

“Promise.”

“You have a safe way out of here?”

“Limo parked out back.”

You paused, considering it one more, before agreeing, “Alright, fine.”

He let out a breath of relief, “Oh, thank fuck.”

a/n — so I am finally back... school is kicking my ass and making me miserable but wtv ig. This is my longest fic yet so I really hope it is loved by all!! (I will try to post weekly again, fingers crossed)

Hope you enjoyed!!

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ʚɞ getting lost in a corn maze with roommate!satoru

Satoru was known for his dumb ideas; unfortunately, being his roommate meant you got to hear them more than you’d like. So when he came into your room, jacked up on energy drinks and ignoring the essay he should've been doing, it was hard to turn him away. He wanted to go to a corn maze at night with only his hopes and dreams.

Which, in hindsight, was not a good idea — not horrible but not good. Yet, Satoru Gojo will always find a way to make you regret even being born.

You entered an hour ago… now your flashlight was half dead, and you were internally panicking. “Toru, where the hell are we?” You turned back and forth, shining light on the tall stalks of corn. The white hair was walking ahead of you, scratching the back of his head. “You know, I’m not completely sure,” he admitted, shoving his hands in his pockets.

The wind picked up, the sound of scratching and rustling made a shiver run up your spine — the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. “I refuse to die because you decided to be a dumbass,” you stated, crossing your arms tight as you looked around frantically.

A groan passed your lips — you checked your phone and once again there was no signal. “Nah, I definitely remember the way… It’s like two lefts, or rights?” he looked between the diverging paths, circled around twice, and then stood there confused. “Yeah, no, we’re lost.”

You would have been cursing him to hell and back if you weren’t (almost physically) jumping out of your own skin. A loud groaning croak echoes through the maze. Your nails digging into the pale skin of his arm, your side pressed up to his. Satoru was, of course, quick to complain, “Ow, ow, ow! ok, you know the arm is attached to the man, right!”

You counter with your own whining of course, “I hate you! I hate you so much!” moving to bury your face in his chest — your eyes clenched with fear.

The asshole actually had to hold back a laugh, patting the top of your head with surprising gentleness. “Ok, I swear the great Gojo will get us out of this,” all while a grin sat prettily on his face. You peeked up from the fabric of his shirt with a face full of skepticism, grumbling, “I wish nothing but suffering on you for the rest of your life.”

It took the two of you another hour before you got out, but you did make it home in one piece. Satoru had to do all the chores for a month as punishment. What you didn't know is that it was so worth it, he would do all the chores for two months if it meant having you that close all over again.

a/n - I'm not sure if roommate satoru will turn into friends with benefits or full on relationship but I am leaning towards slowburn into full relationship.

Hope you enjoyed!!

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ʚɞ colouring friend!sukuna’s tattoos

Sukuna had always been into tattoos. He got his first ones on his wrists, two thick lines on each hand, while he was only in his junior year. Now he's got more than double the amount on his biceps, shoulders, back, etc. All of them were thick and black; he refused to get anything with colour or even a different type of design.

“Do you ever get bored with your tattoos?” you questioned him once, your fingers tracing the lines as you both sat on the couch. He only gave a blunt no before turning back to his phone. This did not stop you from commenting on them — this led to the colouring idea.

You had seen different videos of girls drawing or colouring in their boyfriends' tattoos, and while Sukuna was not your boyfriend, he had a great amount of utterly depressing tattoos that could use your creative taste.

Sukuna sat at the small island in your apartment — markers and pens scattered across the glossy surface. A cap in between your teeth and a purple marker between your fingers. You mumbled “Would you stop moving…” drawing the outline of roses between the tattoos on his bicep.

You could feel him glaring at you, a permanent scowl on his face. “I am not a schoolgirl.” Sukuna gritted out, “I don’t want roses on my fucking arm.” You simply continued your line work — poking his side when he tried to move away,

It wasn't long before you got his right arm cluttered with purple and blue. Butterflies on his forearm and flowers going up his bicep. “Isn't it perfect!?” Your fingers were tight around his wrist, pulling his arm up to show the swirl of lines, thick and thin. You waited eagerly for a positive reaction but he just stared at you.

He stood from his seat, easily towering over you. You lifted a brow, taking a small step back in confusion. While turning, he pulled off his band shirt — revealing the tattoos and muscles. You simply stood there in confusion as to why this man was stripping for no reason. “Do I have to spell it out for you, woman?” he grunted, turning to grab a handful of markers, shoving them towards you. “You know what, draw or don’t, I don't care.”

He was telling you to continue. He spent the last hour throwing out complaints and small insults only to literally shove the materials in your hands. How could you refuse?

a/n - I am unfortunately sick so that is why there was no posts last weekend but I think I finally have enough energy to start writing again!!

Hope you enjoyed!!

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ʚɞ baking with friends-with-benefits!suguru x reader (cw - suggestive)

It was way too late to try to figure out how to make cinnamon rolls. But after seeing a bunch of videos on autumn-themed deserts and snacks, you couldn’t help it anymore. You sure as hell weren’t going to do it by yourself. So you called up your dear friend Suguru to come and be your little helper.

The two of you stood at your kitchen counter, a random recipe pulled up on his phone, and a pile of ingredients to the side. “So, making the dough first sounds right,” you huffed, brushing your hair behind your ears before starting anything. You wore a plain little apron over your clothes, grabbing a hold of the dry ingredients that the online recipe calls for. “Here, open this,” you say, shoving the bag of flour towards him

He was leaning against the counter, wearing a loose black shirt and some everyday sweatpants. Watching you, only here to help with the very minimal things. He shifted closer, moving the flour back to you. “I think you got it, angel,” flashing you a lazy smile that only made you roll your eyes.

“Fine… I can do it myself anyway,” you grunted while trying to pull open the flour. He struggled to find a good grip, as he simply watched with amusement. When you finally found a way to get it open, you pull it just a little too hard. The powder flying right into your face, scattering on the surrounding table, your apron, and even Suguru’s shirt. You stood there, eyes shut and brows raised. He shook his head, dusting his shirt before muttering, “How do you mess up before even starting?”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you say back harshly.

After twenty minutes of cleaning up and changing, you were back at it. Your hair is now up, and a new apron adorns your body. A very much done-with-this Suguru had lost the shirt, simply pulling on an apron. Which was definitely a few sizes too small for him.

You had placed the pieces of dessert into the pan, putting enough space between them so they wouldn’t turn into one huge cinnamon blob in the oven. You very carefully handed the pan off to him, “see, not so bad,” you clasp your hands together as you watch him open the oven. His back muscles flexed as he bent over to push the dessert into the oven.

You diverted your eyes, clearing your dry throat as you continued on with the icing. combining everything sweet into a smooth, even consistency. You could feel Suguru creeping up behind you, his hands slipping into position on your hips. “lemme try some,” he said right next to your ear. You sighed but agreed, swiping a small amount onto your index finger, bringing it towards his mouth.

His lips pressed to your finger, his tongue gently licking the taste off. “Is it good?” you questioned as you turned to the side, looking at him at a better angle. He hummed, his hands staying dormant on your hips. You decided to try for yourself, swiping more to gauge a taste. Your eyes widened, shaking your head quickly, “god, that is good, like really, really—” your words cut off as he brushed his thumb against the corner of your lips

“You had a little something,” he says while leaning in closer, the remissness of the icing on his thumb. You tilted your head, your lips tugging up slightly. “Is it still there?”

“Mhm… just a little.”

His lips pressed firmly against your lips, sucking on your top lip softly. Warmth and the taste of sugar taking over your senses. The cinnamon rolls were long forgotten, turning out a little burnt, but neither of you minded. You just had your priorities straight.

a/n - id slap his ass as if I had flour on my hand… October post 3.

Hope you enjoyed!!

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ʚɞ watching horror movies with best friend!nagi x reader

It was your idea to watch a horror movie. It was your idea to watch a marathon of all the Conjuring movies. Yet, here you were holding the edge of your fuzzy blanket up to your eyes. You tensed once again when yet another jump scare came on, catching you off guard. A grumble slipped past your lips, and your brows furrowed when you looked over to Nagi.

He was sprawled out on the other side of the couch, his phone in his hands and his attention between both his game and the movie. “Ugh, are you even watching?” you complained, trying to distract yourself from the movie. He looked up at you, his gray eyes staring back at you in confusion, “nothing interesting is happening…” his forever monotone voice reaching your ears.

You scoffed, your face scrunching as the sound of terror came from the television. Your hands are clenching onto the blanket. “How are you not scared?” you blurted out quickly, your eyes glued to him rather than the movie. Nagi shifted, sitting up and just slightly lowering his phone. Your gaze wandered to where his hoodie had ridden up, exposing a sliver of his abdomen.

“I can hold you.” his suggestion pulled you away from your wandering thoughts. Your eyes widened. “Hold me?” you questioned. You and Nagi were close; you had been best friends for a while. You never failed to show emotion, and also never stopped talking. He, on the other hand, barely spoke and showed most of his emotions towards his video games. Close or not, you never really indulged in physical touch.

So it surprised you when he simply reached towards you, grabbing your sleeve and pulling you down to lie on top of him. It was awkward, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, and your cheek pressed to his chest. Then things slowly just melted into place, your arms around his midsection, your face hiding in his chest whenever a particularly scary part came on. This time, he wasn’t on his phone; now his attention was between the movie and you.

His hand drifted to your neck and into your hair. Holding you close as he started to drift off, he tilted his head towards your ear. “You're warm,” he whispered, his breath fanning down your neck. His voice was low and raspy; butterflies erupted in your stomach.

For once during this entire movie, you weren't scared. Now you could only focus on him, and the way you were actually able to drift away in his hold. By the time the movie ended, you two were fast asleep, tangled in each other.

peacefully asleep after a not-so-peaceful movie experience.

a/n - post 2 for flufftober!! I tried my best to make him a mix of nonchalant and caring.

hope you enjoyed!!

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ʚɞ apple orchard with lovesick!rin itoshi x girlfriend!reader

The trees rustled in the wind, the sun casting a golden tint over the orchard. You had dragged Rin out of his house at six-thirty am. While Rin was no rookie to early wake-up times due to soccer, he was far from being a morning person.

“I want baskets full of apples, I want them to last me weeks,” you mused with a rare type of joy and energy that no one else would be able to come up with at this time. The wooden basket was held tight in your hand, an identical one held loosely in your boyfriend's. He dragged his feet through the dense piles of leaves and a few fallen apples.

It was clear he would much rather be anywhere else right now, but he would do anything for you. Any crazy, and utterly unreasonable idea you had, he begrudgingly agreed to. I mean, he loved you for god’s sake (and you were scary when determined.) “Did we have to come here this early? I’m almost certain this thing is open during the day,” he murmured. His finger hooked onto the belt loop on the back of your jeans, bringing you in closer before you could wander off.

“Yeah, but the earlier you come, the fewer people there are.” You shrugged your shoulders, grabbing his wrist to pull him towards the line of cinematic-looking apple trees. You walked over to a bright red one, plucking it gently from its branch, and proudly showing it to Rin. “Isn’t it just the most perfect thing ever?” Your words are laced with giddy joy.

He hummed, lifting up his basket for you to put it in.

He followed you around, allowing you to freely pick out apples you deemed “Pretty,” holding both the baskets. He only picked out a few when you complained about how he wasn't putting in enough work. Now you stood at a much taller tree, glaring up at a specifically perfect Fuji apple. You lifted up to the very tips of your shoes, stretching out your arm as far as possible, but you still couldn’t reach. Even while jumping, your finger just grazed the bottom of it.

“You're not going to reach that,” Rin said from somewhere behind you. You didn’t bother to look, still attempting to get the glorious fruit. Rin moved to the side of you, crouching down so his shoulders were at your knee level. “What are you doing?” you laughed, only for him to mutter a small, “get on...”

You happily obliged, and he placed the baskets to the side, allowing you to sit up on his shoulders. He securely held your legs, his hands gripping your knees as he stood up. One of your hands went on the top of his head, fingers threading in his dark hair. The other reaches out to easily get a hold of the apple you so desperately wanted.

When he put you down, you placed it gently into your basket, turning back to face Rin. “Well, aren’t you my knight in shining armor?” you teased, stepping back towards him with your basket in hand.

“Yeah, yeah…” he whispered softly.

a/n - first October/Flufftober post!!

hope you enjoyed!!

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