contentĀ ā suggestive, minors don't interact, lots of kissing and making out, not proofread, lots of hickeys n biting too, fluff, toji is insatiable, also some hair pulling bc why not, yet again pushing my mean girl lover gojo agenda, i've been listening to the song for 6 hours i'm losin it, lowkey idk how i feel about the layout pls tell me its pretty <//3 hope you guys like it <3
jujutsu kaisen m.list ā” each part is about 600-750 words long
cruelly enough, you didnāt care much about the words coming out of your husbandās mouth. you could barely register what he was saying, couldnāt really make out what he seemed so agitated about. something about tiring deadlines and an exasperating boss.Ā
really, since the moment heād walked into your shared home, all you could do was eye him like he was about to be your last meal. exhaustion etched onto his unfairly handsome features, softening the moment youād wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his frown away.Ā
as you laid on your stomach on your bed, you watched him push his sleeves up, the muscles of his forearms shifting beneath his skin. your teeth caught onto your bottom lip, feet kicking almost excitedly at the show. his fingers wrapped around his tie, pulling at it and discarding it, his other hand undoing the top buttons of his shirt.
kento crossed his arms over his chest, a stern expression plastered on his face. yet his glasses did a poor job at hiding the tenderness in his gaze. āare you even listening?ā he asked you, a little smile playing on his lips.Ā
you hummed, rolling and falling off the bed. ānot really,ā you chuckled, standing straight on your feet instantly.Ā
when you were close enough, nanamiās hands found their place on your waist, fitting perfectly right on the curve of it. his thumbs traced warm circles through the loose fabric of the shirt youād stolen from him, drawing shivers all over your skin.Ā
it didnāt matter how long the both of you have been together, really. something within you told you that heād always have the exact same effect on you.Ā
āyou talk too much,ā you teased.Ā
your husband huffed out a laugh, nuzzling into your neck and leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. you hummed in content, letting your hands caress their way up his chest, pressing just enough to feel all the years of fighting and training carved into him. a small hiss escaped his lips when your nails grazed the back of his neck and lightly scratched his undercut.Ā
āwhat shall i do to make it up to my lovely wife?ā he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Ā
there was something so soft melting in his honeyed gaze at the sight of your gleeful face. something so loving in the way he smiled at the sound of your giggles.Ā
nanami didnāt give you the time to answer. his arms wrapped around your form, lips molding with yours, swallowing the sigh you let out. you practically melted into his strong embrace, his grip on you tightening and pulling you impossibly closer into him. a hand cradled the back of your head, carefully angling you so he could kiss you even deeper.Ā
your fingers gripped at his shoulders, parting your lips the instant his tongue traced the seam of them. when you could taste the slightest hint of nicotine on him, you made a mental note to scold him about it later.Ā
but that could wait.Ā
all you could really care about at the moment was his hand gripping at your hips and his demanding mouth pushing into yours again and again. you could barely breathe, mind spinning and growing dizzier with every gulp of air he stole from you.Ā
nanamiās always been so careful in the way he handled you. in a way that was almost overwhelming. he kissed you so tortuously slow, adoration dripping from his touches and the way pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into you.Ā
he murmured a quiet apology against your mouth when you glared at him, pressing a tender kiss to your reddened lips. he leaned a bit lower, lips reverent as they kissed down your chin and throat, shuffling the both you closer to your shared bed until the back of your knees hit the mattress.
his knees hit the floor as you sat on the bed, looking up at you with a hunger you were eager to satiate. calloused hands gripped the plushness of your thighs and kento exhaled a shaky breath against your skin as your hands carded through the golden strands of his hair.
for the remainder of the night, you could hear nothing but the sound of your name.
your boyfriend looked like he was about to pass out.Ā
his blindfold slid down his neck, falling messily onto the leather of the couch, revealing eyes so dazed and glazed over you could have thought he was drunk. his pupils were blown so wide you would barely see the bright blue beneath them, lips parted to let out hot puffs of air.Ā
idly, your fingers traced the redness of his face, wiping the traces of makeup you have left on his mouth. straddling his lap, you pushed yourself onto your knees to get a better look at him, snorting at the dopey smile he was giving you.Ā
āyālook stupid,ā you commented, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.Ā
satoru sighed as your lips traced the sharpness of his jawline, hands flexing over your hips. āyour fault,ā he muttered, offering his neck to you.Ā
you didnāt bother telling him that you barely did anything so far. it wasnāt unfamiliar to see him lose the last threads of sanity his job left him with the moment your hands made contact with his skin. and it seemed like your lips only accelerated the process, you thought, amused at the way he hissed through his teeth when you meanly bit into his jaw.Ā
āthatās for coming home late,ā you stated simply.
but gojo never had it in him to retaliate, laughing breathlessly at your words. dissatisfied with his reaction, you pressed a kiss to the skin beneath his jaw. a few others down the column of his throat, your tongue darting out, licking a trail down to his collarbones. gojo threw his head back against the couch as your lips wrapped around the paleness of his skin, leaving bruises and love bites behind.Ā
his fingers gripped your waist almost painfully and he made a strained noise when you bit onto the little red and purple patches.Ā
āyou sound so pretty, toru,ā you hummed.
your hands rested on his broad shoulders, massaging the sore muscles there. when your boyfriend met your eyes, you could almost see hearts floating in those irises of his. and he just looked so enamored it had you giggling. your cupped his face, leaning down to kiss his parted mouth.
satoruās eyes fluttered shut, an arm wrapping around your waist and forcing you to sit on his lap properly. his other hand cradled your jaw, every single one of his needy noises dying on your lips. he was messy, in a way, tongue desperately pushing against your own, licking into your mouth and smudging whatever makeup you had left.Ā
there was almost a quiet desperation in the way he kissed you, holding onto you so tight and so close, like you might vanish if he eased his grip.Ā
your chest was pressed flush against his and you found yourself momentarily wondering if the loud, erratic heartbeats hammering your torso were his or your own.Ā
brushing those thoughts aside, you gripped onto the messy strands of his hair, eliciting a groan from him. amused by his reaction, you smiled against his mouth, teeth nipping at his bottom lip teasingly. playful, you pulled on it, leaning your head back and meeting the needy look in his eyes.Ā
āstop that,ā your adoring boyfriend whined. āyou keep biting me.āĀ
you giggled, setting his poor lip free. āyour fault,ā you echoed his words from earlier. āyouāre too cute not to.āĀ
gojo was anything but happy to hear those words from you. and you pretended not to notice the shift in his attitude, the insistence of his gaze and his alarming lack of cheerfulness when you cooed and poked at his face.
ādonāt be so mean,ā he whispered, so inaudible you barely caught it.Ā
your world suddenly spun upside down, finding yourself stuck between the couch and your boyfriend. your eyes were as wide as saucers, slowly registering just how terrifyingly imposing gojo was when he wasnāt so pliant. the coldness of his gaze made you swallow harshly, the realization that this was going to be an exhaustingly long night hitting you like a truck.Ā
you never allowed your thoughts to linger too long on the nature of your relationship.Ā
the longer youād think about it, the more itād make you spiral. and if anything, youād rather have higurumaās hungry lips and greedy hands do that for you instead. while you never pictured your endless job as his secretary to transition into something straight out of a romance novel, you werenāt one to complain.Ā
heavy gazes from across rooms quickly turned into heated hands traveling all over the other and hushed calls of his names with nothing but the wooden door of his office hiding your secrets.Ā
and so, you now found yourself watching him finish up some work regarding a hit-and-run case. your legs swung from where you sat on his lap, leaning your head onto his shoulder. he wasnāt bothered by your presence, nor did he seem to be by the absentminded way you traced the slope of his nose.Ā
high and crooked. your finger eased the tension between his brows, sliding back down to trail over his nose again.Ā
you couldnāt help but think itād make a better seat than his lap.Ā
it has been quite a few hours since youād been here and you wondered if hiromi wasnāt losing the feeling in his legs with you sitting on them. not that you really cared. you were bored out of your mind, and he hasnāt said anything since he started working on that stupid case of his.Ā
with a sigh, you rested your hand on his shoulder, propping yourself up properly. he didnāt react much as you undid the top buttons of his shirt, nor when your nails grazed the exposed skin beneath it.Ā
his attention only started shifting to you when he felt the press of your lips against his neck. hiromi didnāt react instantly, setting his pen down and leaning back into his seat the slightest bit. you pretended not to notice, taking in the mark your lipstick left on his skin.Ā
you mouthed at his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, smudging your makeup all over him, some of it getting onto the pristine fabric of his collar. you pushed yourself up, throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him properly. like second nature, his hands found your waist, squeezing your middle through your clothes.Ā
āyouāre distracting me,ā he murmured.Ā
yet when you leaned in to bite down on his collarbone, he only tilted his head back, granting you even more access to him. you hummed against his skin, sucking a bruise into it, smugness curling in your chest when his hips twitched below you.Ā
āthatās too bad,ā you mused, moving onto a different spot.Ā
you could feel his chest rumble with a groan beneath your hands the harder you bit onto his skin, could hear his breathing stutter with every mark you left in your wake. his neck was littered in hickeys and lipstick and you didnāt spare his jaw either.Ā
āi canāt go out like this,ā he told you, feeling your teeth nip at every bit of skin you could find.Ā
you didnāt care about his words, lips dragging down the column of his neck.Ā
hiromi had practically melted into his seat, eyes half-lidded as he watched you brand him. his chest heaved, his entire being set ablaze with every touch of yours, his mind reeling as he thought about ways to return the favor to you later.Ā
he could already picture himself playing you like an instrument, could already hear your voice singing his name out in quiet pleas and breathless whines.Ā
you twisted his loosened tie in your hand, pulling on it forcefully.Ā
higuruma snapped back to reality immediately, a smirk curling his lips up at the displeased look on your face.Ā
āwhatās on your mind?ā you asked him, raising a brow at him.Ā
his hands traveled up your waist and cupped your face, bringing you closer to him.Ā
ājust you,ā he muttered against your mouth. hiromi swallowed whatever comment you were about to make about his cheesiness. his tongue caressed your bottom lip, humming at the taste of your lipgloss before letting it glide against yours.Ā
his lips moved so lazily against yours it was almost tortuous. kissing you like he had all the time in the world, hands gripping and groping at whatever he could find. his fingers felt up the plushness of your thighs, teased the curve of your waist, played with the waistband of your skirt.Ā
ācausing me so much trouble,ā he mumbled between kisses.Ā
your hand let go of his tie, nestling in his hair and pulling meanly at the dark strands. āyou started this,ā you reminded him, leaning away for a breather.Ā
hiromi only smiled at your words, fingers trailing up, tracing the mess on your lips. he smudged the makeup on his fingertip, pushing it past the seam of your lips. a small hum of approval broke the silence, his eyes zeroing on the way you let his fingers rest on your tongue. how you closed your mouth around them, smearing saliva and the little remnants of lipstick on them.Ā
it didnāt take too long for him to push his paperwork aside and lay you down on his desk instead.Ā
waking up to an empty bed was customary at this point in your relationship.
despite not looking like the type, your hunk of a boyfriend was pretty much an early bird. more times than not, heād leave the comfort of your sheets and your loving embrace to take on whatever job shiu threw at him. sometimes, like this one, itād take days for him to come back, shortly after youāve awakened.Ā Ā
your ears caught the sound of your shared apartment door opening the moment you set down your toothbrush. yawning, you exited the bathroom and made your way to the entrance.Ā
at the sight of him, you stopped in your tracks, blinking sleepily and dumbly at the debauchery of the man that he was. you couldnāt find any other way to describe him, really, eyeing the muscles of his arms that were so, so close to tearing his poor compression shirt. sweat dripped off of his forehead from the unbearable heat and whatever torture shiu had put him through, bangs sticking to his skin.Ā
toji caught your gaze sliding down the broadness of his shoulders to his narrow waist, amusement playing on his scarred lips. when he approached you in a few strides, you surrendered to your fate.Ā
as if you havenāt mourned his touch for the past three days. as if you didnāt feel relief wash over you when you didnāt spot any injury on him.Ā
your feet hovered over the floor as his arms wrapped around you, caging you against his chest. āmissed you,ā he mumbled, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek.Ā
āi didnāt,ā you retorted, pushing his head away from you.Ā
but toji didnāt care about your little lies, inhaling your scent like it was the oxygen his lungs had been begging for since heād left. he huffed out a laugh at the weak way you slapped his shoulder, protesting against the way he bit onto your bare shoulder.Ā
no complaints had the time to leave your mouth, quickly shut by his lips pressing against yours.Ā
you stumbled back from the sheer desperation of this man, the small, surprised noise you made swallowed instantly by him. despite your best efforts at appearing displeased by his greediness, you found yourself melting into him so embarrassingly fast. your arms slithered around his neck, holding him closer and earning yourself a hum of approval from him.Ā
tojiās lips were chapped, you noted, and so, so intense it had your mind spinning. it didnāt matter how long youāve been with him, you could never keep up with his and the way he pushed and pushed and pushed. until the small of your back hit the kitchen counter and he had you trapped between the furniture and his ridiculously large figure.Ā
your knees gave out beneath you before you could catch yourself.Ā
āstay still,ā toji muttered into your mouth, ignoring the way you glared at him.Ā
his hands gripped your thighs, sitting you on the surface and parting your legs so he could stand between them. shivers ran up your spine as he gripped the plush skin, nearly jolting from your seat as his other hand squeezed your waist, his chest pressing against yours.Ā
like he couldnāt allow an inch of empty space to exist between the both of you.Ā
mortification nestled in the apples of your cheeks at the sounds you made. but you were unable to contain them when his tongue slid against yours, pushing past the barrier of your lips and licking hungrily into your mouth. he was acting like a starving man. and the dizziness of your mind wouldnāt allow you to decide whether you hated it or not.
it felt like you were being eaten alive.Ā
your heart felt too heavy, on the verge of exploding, insides churning and twisting with a hunger none of you could appease.Ā
your eyes shot open when his lips wrapped around your tongue and sucked on it, a pathetic whine escaping you before you could stop it.Ā
it felt too good and too much at once and you momentarily wondered if his heavenly restriction enhanced the performance of his lungs. regardless, your hand hit his shoulder repeatedly, pushing weakly on it. tapping out.Ā
āyouāre an animal,ā you complained, slapping his arm even after heād pulled away.Ā
toji snorted at your words, nuzzling into your neck. āyāmake me act like one,ā he simply stated.Ā
when his teeth bit into your skin, you could only roll your eyes.Ā
charactersĀ āĀ xiao, al haitham, scaramouche, varka, kaedehara kazuha, kyryll chudomirovich flins x f!reader
contentĀ āĀ fluff, modern au, xiao's one was written like 2 or 3 years ago, not proofread, everyone is stupid here, projecting my girlfailureness onto reader, mention of blood in varka's part, a slight hint of angst if you squint enough. the prompts aren't mine!! i got them from different posts here years ago but i can't find them anymore. if you recognize any, please let me know so i can properly credit them !! hope you guys enjoy <3
genshin m.list ā” each part is about 800-950 words long
until this day, you still had barely any clue on how you found yourself in a fake relationship with the famous drummer of the 6REEZE band.Ā
a famous rockstar and a worldwide known actress.Ā
the simple idea was ridiculous, you thought. your worlds had nearly nothing to do with each other.Ā
his was a whirlwind of ear-deafening concerts, endless band practices and makeup so dark it made the amber shades of his eyes seem a little too hypnotizing for your heart to handle. on the other hand, yours was a soft and gentle lifestyle that included playing in heartwarming rom-coms and comforting yet soul shattering movies that left the deepest impressions in the viewersā hearts.Ā
the shock that nearly broke the internet on a global scale at the news of your relationship was nothing compared to the way you had nearly screamed while jumping out of your seat when your manager informed you of the next step in your career.Ā
a break you had taken in the middle of your peak had awakened baseless rumors and provoked a decrease in your fame. and the solution was to date one of the most loved celebrities in liyue. and you still havenāt decided whether you hated your manager or not, yet.Ā
not that you had the time.Ā
between interviews, trying to get to know each other as fast as possible with xiao and luring the paparazzis into your supposedly āprivateā dates to keep appearances, you couldnāt help but catch a tiny teeny amount of feelings for the rockstar.Ā
xiao was a bit too good at his role.Ā
the arms around your waist, the hand at the small of your back and the occasional kisses youād receive on your cheek or forehead to please your fans ā sometimes enraging some. it all felt like a bunch of arrows being shot one at a time in your direction, piercing your chest open and urging you to hand your heart over to your fake boyfriend.Ā
and this whole act was definitely getting to you.Ā
after attending one of his concerts in the vip section, cheering for him and sending each other smiles, flying kisses and other cheesy displays of affection to one another to keep your fans entertained, you found yourself visiting him backstage.Ā
the members of his band didnāt know that your relationship was a play. so, seeing you arrive, it was only natural for heizou to prompt everyone else to exit the makeup room, leaving you and xiao alone.Ā
āyou did amazing,ā you told him with a soft smile, sitting beside him on the couch.Ā
you handed him the cold bottle of water in your hands. stupidly enough, your heart clearly didnāt seem to manage getting used to the little touches or affectionate gestures. it hammered against your chest when his fingers brushed yours. nearly leaped out of your ribcage at the grateful smile he gave you, the sharp edges of his face softening and the paleness of his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.Ā
you sat there in silence, enjoying each otherās company.Ā
unconsciously, your head ended up resting on his shoulder. but none of you dared to make a move, scared that the slightest twitch would have the other pull away.Ā
even after you had realized what you were doing. you didnāt budge. his head rested on top of yours and your heart did a little somersault in its cage, jumping all the way to your throat and resting on the tip of your tongue.Ā
so close to make you spill all the unspoken feelings you couldnāt contain within yourself to him.Ā
āi have to go back on stage,ā xiao whispered gently.Ā
you masked your disappointment, lifting your head from his shoulder and watching him as he stood up.Ā
your eyes raked over his back, admiring how the deep v-cut of his shirt revealed a large portion of the skin beneath.Ā
smooth. pale. slender and toned. and you couldnāt look away when you noticed the way his muscles moved as he arranged his hair and in-ears. how could you, really.Ā
when xiao turned back towards you, he handed you back the bottle of water, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. his lips slowly wandered all the way down your lips, leaving a trail of shivers and heat behind them. your brain didnāt process what was happening fast enough. at least, not before xiao had stormed out of the makeup room, realization befalling him.Ā
you sat on the couch. speechless. unmoving. paralyzed in your seat as reality dawned on you.Ā
did the play you were entertaining your audience with get to him to the point he kissed you out of habit?Ā
but he never kissed your lips before!Ā
did xiao hold some sort of affection for you that went beyond the limits set by the contract?Ā
you shook your head frantically, not allowing yourself to go any further with that dumb, delusional, silly reasoning of yours.Ā
and while you tried to compose yourself before going back to the concert, xiao was leaning against the other side of the door, a hand pressed to his mouth while his face glowed a bright red.Ā
āwhat the hell,ā xiao mumbled to himself, crouching on the floor.Ā
haitham was a rational man. he knew it. you knew it. and so did the entirety of sumeru.Ā
heās never acted on impulse a day in his life, never made any decision that would ever impact his career in a negative way. he kept a respectful distance between him and his co-stars, easily evaded intrusive questions regarding his romantic life and just did everything possible to avoid scandals.Ā
it was never enough, seemingly.Ā
heād like to blame it all on kaveh, but really, it was mostly your fault.Ā
after another tiring, early shoot, he caught his friend chatting away with an unfamiliar person. and although he didnāt really care about socializing, he could hardly escape the both of you when you signaled him to approach. so, with a sigh, he made his way towards and you both introduced yourselves.Ā
āi got coffee,ā you told the two men, watching them perk up.Ā
it only took your manager tapping on your shoulder for you to startle and spill the scalding hot liquid all over haithamās shirt. after much insistence, and seeing how apologetic you looked, he handed you over the dirty clothing while you promised to bring it back in a pristine condition.
you never imagined such a small incident would impact your modelling career on a large scale.Ā
truth be told, you were a bit to blame for the lack of precaution you took, despite being so painfully aware of paparazzis following the both of you. sure, you visited him in the middle of the night to hand him back his clothes. and sure, you may have overstayed your welcome, slipping inside his apartment after heād offered you a glass of water. and maybe you shouldnāt have stayed there for a few more hours, not noticing the time slip by as you both chatted away.Ā
you surprisingly got along pretty well, despite the terrible first impression he had of you.Ā
the next day, you were the talk of the nation. several tabloids and social media posts showing pictures of you going into his residence, scandalous captions discussing how you hadnāt come out for several hours.Ā
so, of course, the only way to appease the morbid curiosity of both your fans was to confirm the dating rumors.Ā
at least, according to your managers. they didnāt give you much of a choice, posting announcements and leaving you both staring at each other blankly.
it was a simple arrangement. fake date for a few months and break up because your schedules go too busy.Ā
haitham knew it couldnāt be too hard. his whole career revolved around acting, he could easily fool everyone that you two were madly in love with each other without it affecting his personal life.
and haitham was a rational man. he knew that.Ā
he had absolutely no valid reason as to why he was glaring from the other side of the room, nose scrunching in disgust as your coworkerās hand slid down your arm and wrapped around your waist. you followed the photographerās instructions, the both of you executing pose and after pose under his loud praise and encouragement.Ā
as the perfect boyfriend he was (fake, of course), haitham had come to visit you with a well deserved ice cold drink. the thought of having to reign himself in and avoid making the cup explode in his hand never crossed his mind while he was in line at the coffee shop earlier.Ā
he was the perfect picture of control, leaning against a wall while his eyes never left you, a few staffĀ members gawking at him. thankfully for him, none of them seemed to notice the murderous intentions behind his eyes and the way he glared at the man leaning way too close to your face.Ā
the very sight made him want to puke his guts on the floor.Ā
and while nothing slipped through his permanently stoic facade, you had no trouble reading through him. you pecked his cheek as you grabbed the drink he brought you, a small huff of laughter escaping you as he just wouldnāt relax his face.Ā
gently, you traced the slope of his nose, caressing the little wrinkles forming between his furrowed brows. āyou look upset,ā you remarked calmly.
haitham scoffed. āhe looked stupid next to you.āĀ
his words made you snort. so much emotions for someone claiming that this was purely contractual. in the months youād pretended to be a loving couple, heād always kept a distance between the both of you in private. yet the walls heād built around himself were beginning to crack and crumble.Ā
not that you didnāt like it. it was simply amusing to watch him try and fail to rationalize the current situation.Ā
āoh, iām sure youād make a better fit,ā you giggled, leaning on the wall beside him.Ā
you pretended to not notice his insistent gaze above you, ignored the little sparks of hope burning away in your mind. when your coworker waved at you from the other side of the room, haitham placed himself in front of you before you could smile back.Ā
your eyebrows shot up, a playful smile pulling at your lips. āare you jealous, or something?āĀ
you noted the way he frowned again, confusion morphing his face, his mouth opening and closing a few times. haitham sighed, resigned.
āas if.ā
his curt response made you laugh aloud, drawing attention from the busy staff around you. none of them stopped him when he gripped your wrist and dragged you away, your laughter muffled by the door he closed behind him and his lips crashing against yours.Ā
scaramouche stared at his manager like he grew a second head.
āhell no.āĀ
āhell yes,ā heizou insisted.Ā
there was no way his star actor would refuse such an offer. yet no arguments seemed to make him budge, looking at the red-head with nothing but disgust plastered on his face. the fact that he already convinced him to play in a romance was a miracle to begin with. but heizou really needed a second one right now, if scaramouche would just be merciful enough.Ā
while he was known on a global scale, no thanks to his incredible talent and his motherās connections, you had only gotten into the acting scene a few years ago.Ā
and a dating scandal between two leads of a romance movie was bound to not only attract a bigger audience, but also get you under the limelight.Ā
unfortunately for scaramouche, it was working before anyone made it official. stupid tabloids about how lovely and oddly attentive he seemed to be with you behind the scenes were already emerging. clips of him wrapping his jacket around your shoulders during late shoots circulated quickly on the internet. the way he peered at you in concern when you sneezed far too many times in a row having people questioning his relationship to you.
and those dumb edits with even dumber songs. can a man not worry about his coworker anymore?Ā
āyou never worry about coworkers,ā heizou deadpanned at his complaint.Ā
and so, scaramouche surrendered to his fate.
the announcement dropped like a bomb above everyoneās heads, your socials exploding with a sudden overflow in followers, comments and intrusive questions filling up your private messages. although you trusted your managerās plans, you never imagined itād work in such a short time. part of you was afraid that your fake relationship would only attract negative attention and an overwhelming amount of scaramoucheās ā sort of obsessive ā fans banging at your door with pitchforks and murderous intents.Ā
instead, they thought it was hilarious.Ā
and maybe you agreed a little. you had to suppress a laugh at the almost robotic way in which he approached you, extending his arm for you to take to walk down the red carpet. the premiere was taking place today and it was only customary for the lead actors to be present today.Ā
you could already picture thousands of comments mentioning how stiff scaramouche looked beside you, standing before hundreds of flashing lights. his hand was hovering over your waist, his spine so straight and his smile so forced. it was a bit ridiculous, given the fact that you two kissed at least a dozen times before your director was satisfied with the result.Ā
it seemed like scaramoucheās professionalism didnāt follow him outside the set.Ā
you turned sideways, peering at him. āyou look awkward, yāknow,ā you muttered through a smile.
his head whipped towards you and you could see him fighting back the urge to frown.Ā
āyeah, itās because this is awkward," he retorted, his lips quirking downwards.Ā
you couldnāt help but huff out a laugh. he was oddly endearing for someone so known for being bossy and rude. your hands went up to his collar, carefully adjusting the slightly crooked fabric. you didnāt think he could get any stiffer than this and yet. as your fingers brushed the skin of his neck, you noted how heād gone completely still, the apples of his cheeks turning redder by the second.Ā
scaramouche could barely look at you, the slight contact of your skin against his making embarrassment crawl down his spine, so painfully aware of the public setting you were in. and the photographs immortalizing the, possibly, most mortifying moment of his acting career. he couldnāt bring himself to look at you, eyes fixated on the large crowd of paparazzis in front of him.Ā
you hummed, guiding his hand to rest properly on the curve of your waist. his throat bobbed, nerves eating at him. your laughter reaching his ears sounded like a death sentence to him.Ā
āyouāre not a very good actor,ā you giggled.Ā
that seemed to offend him more than anything else today. more than heizou, who was standing behind the crowd of paparazzis, capturing the moment on his phone like a proud mother, ever did.Ā
scaramouche turned towards you, a pout pulling at his lips. āi have four oscars,ā he protested, almost petulant.Ā
the sight made you bring a hand up to your mouth, hardly stifling your giggles. scaramouche frowned, his face turning into an even darker shade of red. you didnāt have the brain cells to even wonder how he even managed that, unable to contain your laughter any longer.Ā
his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, pulling you along with him and away from the blinding flashes. and you followed straight behind, grinning and waving at the paparazzis.
you never expected your peaceful days of modelling and travelling around the globe to be so rudely disrupted by a man, of all things. then again, you should have seen that coming.Ā
no amount of softening your speech and keeping your feelings inside was going to save your doomed relationship. and although itās been months since your messy breakup happened, dozens of headlines still followed you around, claiming and lying about your mental state.Ā
āhe tried to ruin my career!ā you whined to no one in particular, throwing your phone across the room. āwhy would i miss him!?āĀ
and maybe you were paranoid but you were almost sure he was the very reason behind why paparazzis and interviewers still bothered to ask you about him. with him being the rich heir of the most influential company in mondstat, it wouldnāt be surprising for you to discover his bribing.Ā
while you didnāt have the power to turn the tables on him, you sure did have enough pettiness in youĀ to hit where it hurts.Ā
and yeah, sure, getting with your exās favorite athlete might be a bad look. and maybe dating his favorite boxer made it seem like you were the bitter one. but it wasnāt like you had the time to care, really, far too busy entertaining the media and your fans with more lies than you could count.Ā
you didnāt know why varka even agreed to fake a relationship with you, and you didnāt care to know. all that mattered was your private messages blowing up with your exās rage.Ā
strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a sturdy chest. ālooks like it worked,ā varka said behind you.Ā
the corners of your lips curled up as you turned to look at him, avoiding the blinding flashes capturing this tender moment.Ā
ātold you it would,ā you chuckled.Ā
with his match starting soon, and feeling the attention on the both of you, you turned to face him fully, arms wrapping around his neck. you didnāt let your eyes linger too long on his, ignoring the little somersaults your heart did at his insistent gaze and the lack of his usual cheerfulness. your fingers raked through his unruly hair, fixing up golden strands that refused to stay in place.Ā
it was a temporary arrangement. there was no need for you to search for a deeper meaning behind the longing swimming in his bright pools. or the quiet desperation in the way his lips pressed against yours.Ā
and there was certainly no reason for you to feel your heart sink at the sight of his bloodied face and the fire burning in the blue of his eyes. despite trying to remind yourself that he was an exceptional boxer, nothing could stop the tears gathering at your waterline when he was crowned, yet again, victor, bruises and cuts all over his proud expression.
you couldnāt bring yourself to talk to him as he drove you home. varka didnāt say a word either, teeth pulling at his split lip. he didnāt think youād care this much about the injuries heād sustain in his matches when you first presented him with the setup. and he always tried his best to not overwhelm you with feelings that went beyond the limits set by the contract.Ā
yet varka, in the past few months, has discovered that he never had the strength to refuse you anything. so he didnāt protest when you pulled him into your apartment and sat him down on the edge of your bathtub. nor when you pressed a little too harshly on his cuts and when you didnāt bother being gentle while applying ointment to his bruises. he didnāt have it in him to crack a joke when you threw towels at him and practically slammed the door behind you.Ā
heād also realized that it took so little for you to melt into his large hands. so when you walked past him, his fingers gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a warm embrace.Ā
āiām sorry,ā he muttered, lips pressing against your forehead.Ā
stubborn, you didnāt ease your frown, burying your face into the crook of his neck. you burrowed yourself in his lap, his arms wrapping around your form, rocking the both of you forward.Ā
āshut up.ā
a small smile played on his lips, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. despite the harshness of your words, you refused to let go of him, any attempt of his at moving rendered useless when you dug your nails into his forearms. with a laugh, varka guessed that it wouldnāt hurt to spend the night on your couch, with you clinging to him.Ā
when the first rays of the sun pulled you out of your slumber, none of you addressed what had occurred.Ā
it was necessary, you tried reasoning with yourself.Ā
obviously, it wouldnāt make sense that two renowned actors, who were dating nonetheless, would appear so stiff while kissing on camera. it would be ridiculous, wouldnāt it?Ā
maybe not as ridiculous as your current predicament. as if sensing some hesitation from your side, kazuha tilted your chin so youād look at him.Ā
āwe donāt have to,ā he told you, his tone far too sweet for you to handle.Ā
he wasnāt completely wrong. the arrangement your managers had put you in was fairly recent. if anything, it would only endear the crew to see the both of you shy away from such displays of affection.Ā
youād barely registered the reason why yoimiya was so adamant on making you fake a relationship with kazuha. the only thing youād processed was his name and the fact that he was going to pretend to be your boyfriend for a few months.Ā
the very actor youād set your eyes on since the beginning of your career ā and even before then. the same one youād admired for years and years. the one you were filming a show with, playing as each otherās love interests while the wide public was hit with the news of your supposed relationship.Ā
you hardly believed the situation you somehow ended up in until today. you wondered if he had to go through the same mental gymnastics you did before showing up at your doorstep. you couldnāt help but hope that maybe, just maybe, him revealing the reason behind his presence as wanting to practice your lines together was but an excuse.Ā
after all, you were under no obligation to play pretend behind closed doors. yet his attempt at easing your nerves only alarmed you.Ā
āno, itās fine!ā you blurted out.Ā
when kazuha chuckled at your eagerness, you slapped a hand over your mouth, deflating like a balloon. you felt a bit stupid, so easily baring your feelings to him unprompted. sure, it wasnāt a direct confession. but kazuha wasnāt dumb enough to miss the meaning behind enthusiasm. you hid behind your hands, the AC not helping the state of your burning cheeks.Ā
you felt the mattress dip beside you, gentle fingers wrapping around your wrist and prying your hands off of your face. ādonāt hide,ā kazuha whispered.Ā
he was so insistent on your eyes meeting his, peering and searching for your gaze until you relented. the softness of his smile felt like a dozen arrows were shot straight through your heart. just as gentle, his fingers trailed up your arm, leaving sparks in their wake, tracing the column of your neck, cupping your jaw.Ā
kazuha inched closer to you until you felt his leg press against yours. āiāll kiss you now, okay?ā
your eyes were screwed shut, your entire being nearly vibrating with nerves and anticipation, fists clenching on your lap. maybe it was a good idea to practice before your shoot tomorrow, given your predicament.Ā
kazuha didnāt close the distance immediately, a fond smile drawn on his features at the sight of you. you looked just so nervous that a little, cruel part of him wanted to toy with your current state. his hand rested on one of your fists, thumb caressing soothing circles on your skin until you allowed his fingers to interlink with yours.Ā
a beat passed. a quiet moment in which your ears couldnāt perceive anything beside the erratic beating of your heart.Ā
hot puffs of air fanned over your lips. before you could stop yourself, you flinched away from the sensation, wide eyed. a moment passed by as you simmered in your own mortification before you muttered a quiet apology, looking down at your lap. you couldnāt help but feel a bit irritated at yourself.Ā
āitās okayā, kazuha chuckled, his knuckle caressing the burning skin of your face. ārelax for me, yeah?āĀ
you didnāt bother complaining about how his presence was anything but relaxing. it felt like every hair on your body was standing straight just from the proximity. any and every contact of his skin against yours lit a fire within the pit of your stomach, flames growing and licking at the little frustration you felt.Ā
when kazuha leaned in again, he didnāt linger too long on the cute look on your face.Ā
his lips were as sweet as he was, you thought, sitting straight and unmoving for a few seconds. when he moved them against yours, you felt like putty in his hands, pliant and so quick to follow the pace he set. your fingers gripped at the fabric of his shirt, nails digging into his shoulders when his tongue traced your bottom lip.Ā
your mouth parted instantly, the small noise of surprise you made quickly swallowed by kazuha. his hand slipped to your nape, angling your head in a way that let him lick into your mouth. you pulled away for a second, your mind spiraling at the suddenness of his actions.Ā
ādonāt do that,ā kazuha tutted playfully.Ā
you felt your mouth dry up when your eyes met his half-lidded ones, the ruby shade of them barely visible through his dilated pupils. you wouldnāt be too shocked if they suddenly turned into hearts.Ā
and he was so mean, pushing his lips against yours and swallowing your protests and shy mutters, claiming that you could do so much better for him. you didnāt have it in you to deny him or disprove his words, growing dizzier and dizzier with every lungful of air he stole from you.Ā
so light-headed that youād forgotten the reason behind his hunger.Ā
you collapsed onto your hotel bed. every muscle of your body was screeching in pain, sore and exhausted with all the running and fighting youād done today. the steaming, hot shower youād taken did nothing to soothe the ache, nor did any of the stretches you quickly looked up.Ā
with a sigh, you surrendered to your fate, burying yourself in the covers of your bed.Ā
your loving manager, nefer, had deemed that youāve done enough romance shows and movies for a lifetime. and of course, what better way to change the trajectory of your acting career than by having you play in an apocalyptic show. really, she could have had you participate in a survival reality show and you wouldnāt have noticed the difference.Ā
the only thing that helped you pull through was flins playing a role alongside you. despite the contractual nature of your relationship, there was no helping your traitorous heart and its inability to not fall even deeper for him. the arrangement was set purely to draw attention to the show. yet, with every day that passed and with its end nearing, you couldnāt help but hope that, perhaps, flins wouldnāt want this to be over.
you rolled around in your bed, trying and failing to ignore the restless state of your mind.Ā
but there was no logical explanation behind his endless flirtations and tender attentions. you hoped that there was a meaning behind the hands around your waist when no one was present to witness them. that you didnāt imagine the small flickers of affection in the depths of his hypnotizing eyes. there had to be a reason as to why he was so adamant on kissing your knuckles as a greeting, right?Ā
the sky roared, making you sit straight on the mattress.Ā
you could nearly feel the building shake with the intensity of the thunder, raindrops close to breaking the windows.Ā
just your luck.Ā
for a split moment, you stared into the darkness of your room, refusing to look at the bright flashes of light slipping through the glass. you contemplated staying up and falling asleep until the storm passed. maybe watch a show to take your mind off of it until your exhaustion would get the best of you.Ā
another deep, rolling rumble made you scramble towards your bedside table, turning on the dim light.Ā
you felt a bit stupid, getting so spooked by something so normal. but you were so wide awake at the moment, arms crushing your poor stuffed bunny. and you were so hyperaware of every little noise, all the alarms in your brain going haywire when you heard a rattle from your door.Ā
you stared at the wooden surface for a long moment, hoping that whoever was behind it would just leave you alone. better yet, that you simply imagined the sound.Ā
all those thoughts flew out of your mind when a familiar voice called out your name. āitās just me,ā flins added, raising his hand to knock again.Ā
before he could do so, you opened the door, looking at him through a small crack. your lips jutted out into a pout as flins smiled down at you, taking in the messy state of your hair and the plushie glued to your chest.Ā
āthought youād be scared,ā he told you.Ā
something in your chest melted into a pathetic puddle at his words. of course he would think so. despite all his teasing and playfulness, flins was so terribly attentive it made you want to pull out your hair. instead, you opened the door wider, letting him slip inside. you noticed how heād braided his hair and the near translucent paleness of his skin. his eye bags looked even more pronounced, you thought, guilt twisting your guts.Ā
he probably sacrificed his well-deserved rest just to check on you.
āi couldnāt sleep either.ā
you blinked at him, any remorse youād felt evaporating instantly. āyouāre not good at lying,ā you deadpanned, locking the door behind you.Ā
flins only laughed at your words. he took a seat on the edge of your bed, eyes crinkling, small sparks of joy animating his gaze. you looked away, feeling your heart take on a faster pace. yet when his hand urged you closer, you followed through almost immediately, wishing that he wouldnāt feel the erratic pace of your heart as his thumb caressed the skin above your pulse.Ā
ādo you want me to stay?ā flins asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Ā
his lips traced the inside of your wrist, awaiting an answer you couldnāt provide. when you only gave him a nod, he nipped at the sensitive skin, eliciting a hiss from you. āhm?ā he pressed.Ā
your eyebrows furrowed, frustration painting your features.Ā
āi do,ā you muttered, looking down at the way you shifted on your feet.Ā
a small huff of laughter tumbled out of flinsās lips. you never looked sweeter to him, he thought, pulling on your wrist and into his embrace. you burrowed yourself into his chest, the both of you buried into the covers. you were deaf to the distant rumbles, ear pressed against his wildly beating heart, eyes widening in disbelief.Ā
you didnāt dare say anything that would disturb the peacefulness of this moment. when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, you tried your best to succumb to the fatigue you felt earlier.Ā
and so, the both of you laid there sleeplessly, praying youād find a way to extend the contract. at least, until either of you found the courage to put a word on your feelings. or three.Ā
MY GENSHIN WORKS ON MY TABLET??? i started playin on my laptop when nod krai came out bc my tablet couldnt handle it but now it does??? i reinstalled it rq bc someone on tiktok talked about some age verification thingie n got their account deleted bc of it (it was from last year n it happened only in the US) so i was scared n wanted to check but turns out i can play again o em gee š„¹š„¹
contentĀ ā suggestive, minors don't interact, lots of kissing and making out, not proofread, lots of hickeys n biting too, fluff, toji is insatiable, also some hair pulling bc why not, yet again pushing my mean girl lover gojo agenda, i've been listening to the song for 6 hours i'm losin it, lowkey idk how i feel about the layout pls tell me its pretty <//3 hope you guys like it <3
jujutsu kaisen m.list ā” each part is about 600-750 words long
cruelly enough, you didnāt care much about the words coming out of your husbandās mouth. you could barely register what he was saying, couldnāt really make out what he seemed so agitated about. something about tiring deadlines and an exasperating boss.Ā
really, since the moment heād walked into your shared home, all you could do was eye him like he was about to be your last meal. exhaustion etched onto his unfairly handsome features, softening the moment youād wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his frown away.Ā
as you laid on your stomach on your bed, you watched him push his sleeves up, the muscles of his forearms shifting beneath his skin. your teeth caught onto your bottom lip, feet kicking almost excitedly at the show. his fingers wrapped around his tie, pulling at it and discarding it, his other hand undoing the top buttons of his shirt.
kento crossed his arms over his chest, a stern expression plastered on his face. yet his glasses did a poor job at hiding the tenderness in his gaze. āare you even listening?ā he asked you, a little smile playing on his lips.Ā
you hummed, rolling and falling off the bed. ānot really,ā you chuckled, standing straight on your feet instantly.Ā
when you were close enough, nanamiās hands found their place on your waist, fitting perfectly right on the curve of it. his thumbs traced warm circles through the loose fabric of the shirt youād stolen from him, drawing shivers all over your skin.Ā
it didnāt matter how long the both of you have been together, really. something within you told you that heād always have the exact same effect on you.Ā
āyou talk too much,ā you teased.Ā
your husband huffed out a laugh, nuzzling into your neck and leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. you hummed in content, letting your hands caress their way up his chest, pressing just enough to feel all the years of fighting and training carved into him. a small hiss escaped his lips when your nails grazed the back of his neck and lightly scratched his undercut.Ā
āwhat shall i do to make it up to my lovely wife?ā he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Ā
there was something so soft melting in his honeyed gaze at the sight of your gleeful face. something so loving in the way he smiled at the sound of your giggles.Ā
nanami didnāt give you the time to answer. his arms wrapped around your form, lips molding with yours, swallowing the sigh you let out. you practically melted into his strong embrace, his grip on you tightening and pulling you impossibly closer into him. a hand cradled the back of your head, carefully angling you so he could kiss you even deeper.Ā
your fingers gripped at his shoulders, parting your lips the instant his tongue traced the seam of them. when you could taste the slightest hint of nicotine on him, you made a mental note to scold him about it later.Ā
but that could wait.Ā
all you could really care about at the moment was his hand gripping at your hips and his demanding mouth pushing into yours again and again. you could barely breathe, mind spinning and growing dizzier with every gulp of air he stole from you.Ā
nanamiās always been so careful in the way he handled you. in a way that was almost overwhelming. he kissed you so tortuously slow, adoration dripping from his touches and the way pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into you.Ā
he murmured a quiet apology against your mouth when you glared at him, pressing a tender kiss to your reddened lips. he leaned a bit lower, lips reverent as they kissed down your chin and throat, shuffling the both you closer to your shared bed until the back of your knees hit the mattress.
his knees hit the floor as you sat on the bed, looking up at you with a hunger you were eager to satiate. calloused hands gripped the plushness of your thighs and kento exhaled a shaky breath against your skin as your hands carded through the golden strands of his hair.
for the remainder of the night, you could hear nothing but the sound of your name.
your boyfriend looked like he was about to pass out.Ā
his blindfold slid down his neck, falling messily onto the leather of the couch, revealing eyes so dazed and glazed over you could have thought he was drunk. his pupils were blown so wide you would barely see the bright blue beneath them, lips parted to let out hot puffs of air.Ā
idly, your fingers traced the redness of his face, wiping the traces of makeup you have left on his mouth. straddling his lap, you pushed yourself onto your knees to get a better look at him, snorting at the dopey smile he was giving you.Ā
āyālook stupid,ā you commented, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.Ā
satoru sighed as your lips traced the sharpness of his jawline, hands flexing over your hips. āyour fault,ā he muttered, offering his neck to you.Ā
you didnāt bother telling him that you barely did anything so far. it wasnāt unfamiliar to see him lose the last threads of sanity his job left him with the moment your hands made contact with his skin. and it seemed like your lips only accelerated the process, you thought, amused at the way he hissed through his teeth when you meanly bit into his jaw.Ā
āthatās for coming home late,ā you stated simply.
but gojo never had it in him to retaliate, laughing breathlessly at your words. dissatisfied with his reaction, you pressed a kiss to the skin beneath his jaw. a few others down the column of his throat, your tongue darting out, licking a trail down to his collarbones. gojo threw his head back against the couch as your lips wrapped around the paleness of his skin, leaving bruises and love bites behind.Ā
his fingers gripped your waist almost painfully and he made a strained noise when you bit onto the little red and purple patches.Ā
āyou sound so pretty, toru,ā you hummed.
your hands rested on his broad shoulders, massaging the sore muscles there. when your boyfriend met your eyes, you could almost see hearts floating in those irises of his. and he just looked so enamored it had you giggling. your cupped his face, leaning down to kiss his parted mouth.
satoruās eyes fluttered shut, an arm wrapping around your waist and forcing you to sit on his lap properly. his other hand cradled your jaw, every single one of his needy noises dying on your lips. he was messy, in a way, tongue desperately pushing against your own, licking into your mouth and smudging whatever makeup you had left.Ā
there was almost a quiet desperation in the way he kissed you, holding onto you so tight and so close, like you might vanish if he eased his grip.Ā
your chest was pressed flush against his and you found yourself momentarily wondering if the loud, erratic heartbeats hammering your torso were his or your own.Ā
brushing those thoughts aside, you gripped onto the messy strands of his hair, eliciting a groan from him. amused by his reaction, you smiled against his mouth, teeth nipping at his bottom lip teasingly. playful, you pulled on it, leaning your head back and meeting the needy look in his eyes.Ā
āstop that,ā your adoring boyfriend whined. āyou keep biting me.āĀ
you giggled, setting his poor lip free. āyour fault,ā you echoed his words from earlier. āyouāre too cute not to.āĀ
gojo was anything but happy to hear those words from you. and you pretended not to notice the shift in his attitude, the insistence of his gaze and his alarming lack of cheerfulness when you cooed and poked at his face.
ādonāt be so mean,ā he whispered, so inaudible you barely caught it.Ā
your world suddenly spun upside down, finding yourself stuck between the couch and your boyfriend. your eyes were as wide as saucers, slowly registering just how terrifyingly imposing gojo was when he wasnāt so pliant. the coldness of his gaze made you swallow harshly, the realization that this was going to be an exhaustingly long night hitting you like a truck.Ā
you never allowed your thoughts to linger too long on the nature of your relationship.Ā
the longer youād think about it, the more itād make you spiral. and if anything, youād rather have higurumaās hungry lips and greedy hands do that for you instead. while you never pictured your endless job as his secretary to transition into something straight out of a romance novel, you werenāt one to complain.Ā
heavy gazes from across rooms quickly turned into heated hands traveling all over the other and hushed calls of his names with nothing but the wooden door of his office hiding your secrets.Ā
and so, you now found yourself watching him finish up some work regarding a hit-and-run case. your legs swung from where you sat on his lap, leaning your head onto his shoulder. he wasnāt bothered by your presence, nor did he seem to be by the absentminded way you traced the slope of his nose.Ā
high and crooked. your finger eased the tension between his brows, sliding back down to trail over his nose again.Ā
you couldnāt help but think itād make a better seat than his lap.Ā
it has been quite a few hours since youād been here and you wondered if hiromi wasnāt losing the feeling in his legs with you sitting on them. not that you really cared. you were bored out of your mind, and he hasnāt said anything since he started working on that stupid case of his.Ā
with a sigh, you rested your hand on his shoulder, propping yourself up properly. he didnāt react much as you undid the top buttons of his shirt, nor when your nails grazed the exposed skin beneath it.Ā
his attention only started shifting to you when he felt the press of your lips against his neck. hiromi didnāt react instantly, setting his pen down and leaning back into his seat the slightest bit. you pretended not to notice, taking in the mark your lipstick left on his skin.Ā
you mouthed at his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, smudging your makeup all over him, some of it getting onto the pristine fabric of his collar. you pushed yourself up, throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him properly. like second nature, his hands found your waist, squeezing your middle through your clothes.Ā
āyouāre distracting me,ā he murmured.Ā
yet when you leaned in to bite down on his collarbone, he only tilted his head back, granting you even more access to him. you hummed against his skin, sucking a bruise into it, smugness curling in your chest when his hips twitched below you.Ā
āthatās too bad,ā you mused, moving onto a different spot.Ā
you could feel his chest rumble with a groan beneath your hands the harder you bit onto his skin, could hear his breathing stutter with every mark you left in your wake. his neck was littered in hickeys and lipstick and you didnāt spare his jaw either.Ā
āi canāt go out like this,ā he told you, feeling your teeth nip at every bit of skin you could find.Ā
you didnāt care about his words, lips dragging down the column of his neck.Ā
hiromi had practically melted into his seat, eyes half-lidded as he watched you brand him. his chest heaved, his entire being set ablaze with every touch of yours, his mind reeling as he thought about ways to return the favor to you later.Ā
he could already picture himself playing you like an instrument, could already hear your voice singing his name out in quiet pleas and breathless whines.Ā
you twisted his loosened tie in your hand, pulling on it forcefully.Ā
higuruma snapped back to reality immediately, a smirk curling his lips up at the displeased look on your face.Ā
āwhatās on your mind?ā you asked him, raising a brow at him.Ā
his hands traveled up your waist and cupped your face, bringing you closer to him.Ā
ājust you,ā he muttered against your mouth. hiromi swallowed whatever comment you were about to make about his cheesiness. his tongue caressed your bottom lip, humming at the taste of your lipgloss before letting it glide against yours.Ā
his lips moved so lazily against yours it was almost tortuous. kissing you like he had all the time in the world, hands gripping and groping at whatever he could find. his fingers felt up the plushness of your thighs, teased the curve of your waist, played with the waistband of your skirt.Ā
ācausing me so much trouble,ā he mumbled between kisses.Ā
your hand let go of his tie, nestling in his hair and pulling meanly at the dark strands. āyou started this,ā you reminded him, leaning away for a breather.Ā
hiromi only smiled at your words, fingers trailing up, tracing the mess on your lips. he smudged the makeup on his fingertip, pushing it past the seam of your lips. a small hum of approval broke the silence, his eyes zeroing on the way you let his fingers rest on your tongue. how you closed your mouth around them, smearing saliva and the little remnants of lipstick on them.Ā
it didnāt take too long for him to push his paperwork aside and lay you down on his desk instead.Ā
waking up to an empty bed was customary at this point in your relationship.
despite not looking like the type, your hunk of a boyfriend was pretty much an early bird. more times than not, heād leave the comfort of your sheets and your loving embrace to take on whatever job shiu threw at him. sometimes, like this one, itād take days for him to come back, shortly after youāve awakened.Ā Ā
your ears caught the sound of your shared apartment door opening the moment you set down your toothbrush. yawning, you exited the bathroom and made your way to the entrance.Ā
at the sight of him, you stopped in your tracks, blinking sleepily and dumbly at the debauchery of the man that he was. you couldnāt find any other way to describe him, really, eyeing the muscles of his arms that were so, so close to tearing his poor compression shirt. sweat dripped off of his forehead from the unbearable heat and whatever torture shiu had put him through, bangs sticking to his skin.Ā
toji caught your gaze sliding down the broadness of his shoulders to his narrow waist, amusement playing on his scarred lips. when he approached you in a few strides, you surrendered to your fate.Ā
as if you havenāt mourned his touch for the past three days. as if you didnāt feel relief wash over you when you didnāt spot any injury on him.Ā
your feet hovered over the floor as his arms wrapped around you, caging you against his chest. āmissed you,ā he mumbled, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek.Ā
āi didnāt,ā you retorted, pushing his head away from you.Ā
but toji didnāt care about your little lies, inhaling your scent like it was the oxygen his lungs had been begging for since heād left. he huffed out a laugh at the weak way you slapped his shoulder, protesting against the way he bit onto your bare shoulder.Ā
no complaints had the time to leave your mouth, quickly shut by his lips pressing against yours.Ā
you stumbled back from the sheer desperation of this man, the small, surprised noise you made swallowed instantly by him. despite your best efforts at appearing displeased by his greediness, you found yourself melting into him so embarrassingly fast. your arms slithered around his neck, holding him closer and earning yourself a hum of approval from him.Ā
tojiās lips were chapped, you noted, and so, so intense it had your mind spinning. it didnāt matter how long youāve been with him, you could never keep up with his and the way he pushed and pushed and pushed. until the small of your back hit the kitchen counter and he had you trapped between the furniture and his ridiculously large figure.Ā
your knees gave out beneath you before you could catch yourself.Ā
āstay still,ā toji muttered into your mouth, ignoring the way you glared at him.Ā
his hands gripped your thighs, sitting you on the surface and parting your legs so he could stand between them. shivers ran up your spine as he gripped the plush skin, nearly jolting from your seat as his other hand squeezed your waist, his chest pressing against yours.Ā
like he couldnāt allow an inch of empty space to exist between the both of you.Ā
mortification nestled in the apples of your cheeks at the sounds you made. but you were unable to contain them when his tongue slid against yours, pushing past the barrier of your lips and licking hungrily into your mouth. he was acting like a starving man. and the dizziness of your mind wouldnāt allow you to decide whether you hated it or not.
it felt like you were being eaten alive.Ā
your heart felt too heavy, on the verge of exploding, insides churning and twisting with a hunger none of you could appease.Ā
your eyes shot open when his lips wrapped around your tongue and sucked on it, a pathetic whine escaping you before you could stop it.Ā
it felt too good and too much at once and you momentarily wondered if his heavenly restriction enhanced the performance of his lungs. regardless, your hand hit his shoulder repeatedly, pushing weakly on it. tapping out.Ā
āyouāre an animal,ā you complained, slapping his arm even after heād pulled away.Ā
toji snorted at your words, nuzzling into your neck. āyāmake me act like one,ā he simply stated.Ā
when his teeth bit into your skin, you could only roll your eyes.Ā
charactersĀ āĀ xiao, al haitham, scaramouche, varka, kaedehara kazuha, kyryll chudomirovich flins x f!reader
contentĀ āĀ fluff, modern au, xiao's one was written like 2 or 3 years ago, not proofread, everyone is stupid here, projecting my girlfailureness onto reader, mention of blood in varka's part, a slight hint of angst if you squint enough. the prompts aren't mine!! i got them from different posts here years ago but i can't find them anymore. if you recognize any, please let me know so i can properly credit them !! hope you guys enjoy <3
genshin m.list ā” each part is about 800-950 words long
until this day, you still had barely any clue on how you found yourself in a fake relationship with the famous drummer of the 6REEZE band.Ā
a famous rockstar and a worldwide known actress.Ā
the simple idea was ridiculous, you thought. your worlds had nearly nothing to do with each other.Ā
his was a whirlwind of ear-deafening concerts, endless band practices and makeup so dark it made the amber shades of his eyes seem a little too hypnotizing for your heart to handle. on the other hand, yours was a soft and gentle lifestyle that included playing in heartwarming rom-coms and comforting yet soul shattering movies that left the deepest impressions in the viewersā hearts.Ā
the shock that nearly broke the internet on a global scale at the news of your relationship was nothing compared to the way you had nearly screamed while jumping out of your seat when your manager informed you of the next step in your career.Ā
a break you had taken in the middle of your peak had awakened baseless rumors and provoked a decrease in your fame. and the solution was to date one of the most loved celebrities in liyue. and you still havenāt decided whether you hated your manager or not, yet.Ā
not that you had the time.Ā
between interviews, trying to get to know each other as fast as possible with xiao and luring the paparazzis into your supposedly āprivateā dates to keep appearances, you couldnāt help but catch a tiny teeny amount of feelings for the rockstar.Ā
xiao was a bit too good at his role.Ā
the arms around your waist, the hand at the small of your back and the occasional kisses youād receive on your cheek or forehead to please your fans ā sometimes enraging some. it all felt like a bunch of arrows being shot one at a time in your direction, piercing your chest open and urging you to hand your heart over to your fake boyfriend.Ā
and this whole act was definitely getting to you.Ā
after attending one of his concerts in the vip section, cheering for him and sending each other smiles, flying kisses and other cheesy displays of affection to one another to keep your fans entertained, you found yourself visiting him backstage.Ā
the members of his band didnāt know that your relationship was a play. so, seeing you arrive, it was only natural for heizou to prompt everyone else to exit the makeup room, leaving you and xiao alone.Ā
āyou did amazing,ā you told him with a soft smile, sitting beside him on the couch.Ā
you handed him the cold bottle of water in your hands. stupidly enough, your heart clearly didnāt seem to manage getting used to the little touches or affectionate gestures. it hammered against your chest when his fingers brushed yours. nearly leaped out of your ribcage at the grateful smile he gave you, the sharp edges of his face softening and the paleness of his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.Ā
you sat there in silence, enjoying each otherās company.Ā
unconsciously, your head ended up resting on his shoulder. but none of you dared to make a move, scared that the slightest twitch would have the other pull away.Ā
even after you had realized what you were doing. you didnāt budge. his head rested on top of yours and your heart did a little somersault in its cage, jumping all the way to your throat and resting on the tip of your tongue.Ā
so close to make you spill all the unspoken feelings you couldnāt contain within yourself to him.Ā
āi have to go back on stage,ā xiao whispered gently.Ā
you masked your disappointment, lifting your head from his shoulder and watching him as he stood up.Ā
your eyes raked over his back, admiring how the deep v-cut of his shirt revealed a large portion of the skin beneath.Ā
smooth. pale. slender and toned. and you couldnāt look away when you noticed the way his muscles moved as he arranged his hair and in-ears. how could you, really.Ā
when xiao turned back towards you, he handed you back the bottle of water, leaning down to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. his lips slowly wandered all the way down your lips, leaving a trail of shivers and heat behind them. your brain didnāt process what was happening fast enough. at least, not before xiao had stormed out of the makeup room, realization befalling him.Ā
you sat on the couch. speechless. unmoving. paralyzed in your seat as reality dawned on you.Ā
did the play you were entertaining your audience with get to him to the point he kissed you out of habit?Ā
but he never kissed your lips before!Ā
did xiao hold some sort of affection for you that went beyond the limits set by the contract?Ā
you shook your head frantically, not allowing yourself to go any further with that dumb, delusional, silly reasoning of yours.Ā
and while you tried to compose yourself before going back to the concert, xiao was leaning against the other side of the door, a hand pressed to his mouth while his face glowed a bright red.Ā
āwhat the hell,ā xiao mumbled to himself, crouching on the floor.Ā
haitham was a rational man. he knew it. you knew it. and so did the entirety of sumeru.Ā
heās never acted on impulse a day in his life, never made any decision that would ever impact his career in a negative way. he kept a respectful distance between him and his co-stars, easily evaded intrusive questions regarding his romantic life and just did everything possible to avoid scandals.Ā
it was never enough, seemingly.Ā
heād like to blame it all on kaveh, but really, it was mostly your fault.Ā
after another tiring, early shoot, he caught his friend chatting away with an unfamiliar person. and although he didnāt really care about socializing, he could hardly escape the both of you when you signaled him to approach. so, with a sigh, he made his way towards and you both introduced yourselves.Ā
āi got coffee,ā you told the two men, watching them perk up.Ā
it only took your manager tapping on your shoulder for you to startle and spill the scalding hot liquid all over haithamās shirt. after much insistence, and seeing how apologetic you looked, he handed you over the dirty clothing while you promised to bring it back in a pristine condition.
you never imagined such a small incident would impact your modelling career on a large scale.Ā
truth be told, you were a bit to blame for the lack of precaution you took, despite being so painfully aware of paparazzis following the both of you. sure, you visited him in the middle of the night to hand him back his clothes. and sure, you may have overstayed your welcome, slipping inside his apartment after heād offered you a glass of water. and maybe you shouldnāt have stayed there for a few more hours, not noticing the time slip by as you both chatted away.Ā
you surprisingly got along pretty well, despite the terrible first impression he had of you.Ā
the next day, you were the talk of the nation. several tabloids and social media posts showing pictures of you going into his residence, scandalous captions discussing how you hadnāt come out for several hours.Ā
so, of course, the only way to appease the morbid curiosity of both your fans was to confirm the dating rumors.Ā
at least, according to your managers. they didnāt give you much of a choice, posting announcements and leaving you both staring at each other blankly.
it was a simple arrangement. fake date for a few months and break up because your schedules go too busy.Ā
haitham knew it couldnāt be too hard. his whole career revolved around acting, he could easily fool everyone that you two were madly in love with each other without it affecting his personal life.
and haitham was a rational man. he knew that.Ā
he had absolutely no valid reason as to why he was glaring from the other side of the room, nose scrunching in disgust as your coworkerās hand slid down your arm and wrapped around your waist. you followed the photographerās instructions, the both of you executing pose and after pose under his loud praise and encouragement.Ā
as the perfect boyfriend he was (fake, of course), haitham had come to visit you with a well deserved ice cold drink. the thought of having to reign himself in and avoid making the cup explode in his hand never crossed his mind while he was in line at the coffee shop earlier.Ā
he was the perfect picture of control, leaning against a wall while his eyes never left you, a few staffĀ members gawking at him. thankfully for him, none of them seemed to notice the murderous intentions behind his eyes and the way he glared at the man leaning way too close to your face.Ā
the very sight made him want to puke his guts on the floor.Ā
and while nothing slipped through his permanently stoic facade, you had no trouble reading through him. you pecked his cheek as you grabbed the drink he brought you, a small huff of laughter escaping you as he just wouldnāt relax his face.Ā
gently, you traced the slope of his nose, caressing the little wrinkles forming between his furrowed brows. āyou look upset,ā you remarked calmly.
haitham scoffed. āhe looked stupid next to you.āĀ
his words made you snort. so much emotions for someone claiming that this was purely contractual. in the months youād pretended to be a loving couple, heād always kept a distance between the both of you in private. yet the walls heād built around himself were beginning to crack and crumble.Ā
not that you didnāt like it. it was simply amusing to watch him try and fail to rationalize the current situation.Ā
āoh, iām sure youād make a better fit,ā you giggled, leaning on the wall beside him.Ā
you pretended to not notice his insistent gaze above you, ignored the little sparks of hope burning away in your mind. when your coworker waved at you from the other side of the room, haitham placed himself in front of you before you could smile back.Ā
your eyebrows shot up, a playful smile pulling at your lips. āare you jealous, or something?āĀ
you noted the way he frowned again, confusion morphing his face, his mouth opening and closing a few times. haitham sighed, resigned.
āas if.ā
his curt response made you laugh aloud, drawing attention from the busy staff around you. none of them stopped him when he gripped your wrist and dragged you away, your laughter muffled by the door he closed behind him and his lips crashing against yours.Ā
scaramouche stared at his manager like he grew a second head.
āhell no.āĀ
āhell yes,ā heizou insisted.Ā
there was no way his star actor would refuse such an offer. yet no arguments seemed to make him budge, looking at the red-head with nothing but disgust plastered on his face. the fact that he already convinced him to play in a romance was a miracle to begin with. but heizou really needed a second one right now, if scaramouche would just be merciful enough.Ā
while he was known on a global scale, no thanks to his incredible talent and his motherās connections, you had only gotten into the acting scene a few years ago.Ā
and a dating scandal between two leads of a romance movie was bound to not only attract a bigger audience, but also get you under the limelight.Ā
unfortunately for scaramouche, it was working before anyone made it official. stupid tabloids about how lovely and oddly attentive he seemed to be with you behind the scenes were already emerging. clips of him wrapping his jacket around your shoulders during late shoots circulated quickly on the internet. the way he peered at you in concern when you sneezed far too many times in a row having people questioning his relationship to you.
and those dumb edits with even dumber songs. can a man not worry about his coworker anymore?Ā
āyou never worry about coworkers,ā heizou deadpanned at his complaint.Ā
and so, scaramouche surrendered to his fate.
the announcement dropped like a bomb above everyoneās heads, your socials exploding with a sudden overflow in followers, comments and intrusive questions filling up your private messages. although you trusted your managerās plans, you never imagined itād work in such a short time. part of you was afraid that your fake relationship would only attract negative attention and an overwhelming amount of scaramoucheās ā sort of obsessive ā fans banging at your door with pitchforks and murderous intents.Ā
instead, they thought it was hilarious.Ā
and maybe you agreed a little. you had to suppress a laugh at the almost robotic way in which he approached you, extending his arm for you to take to walk down the red carpet. the premiere was taking place today and it was only customary for the lead actors to be present today.Ā
you could already picture thousands of comments mentioning how stiff scaramouche looked beside you, standing before hundreds of flashing lights. his hand was hovering over your waist, his spine so straight and his smile so forced. it was a bit ridiculous, given the fact that you two kissed at least a dozen times before your director was satisfied with the result.Ā
it seemed like scaramoucheās professionalism didnāt follow him outside the set.Ā
you turned sideways, peering at him. āyou look awkward, yāknow,ā you muttered through a smile.
his head whipped towards you and you could see him fighting back the urge to frown.Ā
āyeah, itās because this is awkward," he retorted, his lips quirking downwards.Ā
you couldnāt help but huff out a laugh. he was oddly endearing for someone so known for being bossy and rude. your hands went up to his collar, carefully adjusting the slightly crooked fabric. you didnāt think he could get any stiffer than this and yet. as your fingers brushed the skin of his neck, you noted how heād gone completely still, the apples of his cheeks turning redder by the second.Ā
scaramouche could barely look at you, the slight contact of your skin against his making embarrassment crawl down his spine, so painfully aware of the public setting you were in. and the photographs immortalizing the, possibly, most mortifying moment of his acting career. he couldnāt bring himself to look at you, eyes fixated on the large crowd of paparazzis in front of him.Ā
you hummed, guiding his hand to rest properly on the curve of your waist. his throat bobbed, nerves eating at him. your laughter reaching his ears sounded like a death sentence to him.Ā
āyouāre not a very good actor,ā you giggled.Ā
that seemed to offend him more than anything else today. more than heizou, who was standing behind the crowd of paparazzis, capturing the moment on his phone like a proud mother, ever did.Ā
scaramouche turned towards you, a pout pulling at his lips. āi have four oscars,ā he protested, almost petulant.Ā
the sight made you bring a hand up to your mouth, hardly stifling your giggles. scaramouche frowned, his face turning into an even darker shade of red. you didnāt have the brain cells to even wonder how he even managed that, unable to contain your laughter any longer.Ā
his hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist, pulling you along with him and away from the blinding flashes. and you followed straight behind, grinning and waving at the paparazzis.
you never expected your peaceful days of modelling and travelling around the globe to be so rudely disrupted by a man, of all things. then again, you should have seen that coming.Ā
no amount of softening your speech and keeping your feelings inside was going to save your doomed relationship. and although itās been months since your messy breakup happened, dozens of headlines still followed you around, claiming and lying about your mental state.Ā
āhe tried to ruin my career!ā you whined to no one in particular, throwing your phone across the room. āwhy would i miss him!?āĀ
and maybe you were paranoid but you were almost sure he was the very reason behind why paparazzis and interviewers still bothered to ask you about him. with him being the rich heir of the most influential company in mondstat, it wouldnāt be surprising for you to discover his bribing.Ā
while you didnāt have the power to turn the tables on him, you sure did have enough pettiness in youĀ to hit where it hurts.Ā
and yeah, sure, getting with your exās favorite athlete might be a bad look. and maybe dating his favorite boxer made it seem like you were the bitter one. but it wasnāt like you had the time to care, really, far too busy entertaining the media and your fans with more lies than you could count.Ā
you didnāt know why varka even agreed to fake a relationship with you, and you didnāt care to know. all that mattered was your private messages blowing up with your exās rage.Ā
strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a sturdy chest. ālooks like it worked,ā varka said behind you.Ā
the corners of your lips curled up as you turned to look at him, avoiding the blinding flashes capturing this tender moment.Ā
ātold you it would,ā you chuckled.Ā
with his match starting soon, and feeling the attention on the both of you, you turned to face him fully, arms wrapping around his neck. you didnāt let your eyes linger too long on his, ignoring the little somersaults your heart did at his insistent gaze and the lack of his usual cheerfulness. your fingers raked through his unruly hair, fixing up golden strands that refused to stay in place.Ā
it was a temporary arrangement. there was no need for you to search for a deeper meaning behind the longing swimming in his bright pools. or the quiet desperation in the way his lips pressed against yours.Ā
and there was certainly no reason for you to feel your heart sink at the sight of his bloodied face and the fire burning in the blue of his eyes. despite trying to remind yourself that he was an exceptional boxer, nothing could stop the tears gathering at your waterline when he was crowned, yet again, victor, bruises and cuts all over his proud expression.
you couldnāt bring yourself to talk to him as he drove you home. varka didnāt say a word either, teeth pulling at his split lip. he didnāt think youād care this much about the injuries heād sustain in his matches when you first presented him with the setup. and he always tried his best to not overwhelm you with feelings that went beyond the limits set by the contract.Ā
yet varka, in the past few months, has discovered that he never had the strength to refuse you anything. so he didnāt protest when you pulled him into your apartment and sat him down on the edge of your bathtub. nor when you pressed a little too harshly on his cuts and when you didnāt bother being gentle while applying ointment to his bruises. he didnāt have it in him to crack a joke when you threw towels at him and practically slammed the door behind you.Ā
heād also realized that it took so little for you to melt into his large hands. so when you walked past him, his fingers gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a warm embrace.Ā
āiām sorry,ā he muttered, lips pressing against your forehead.Ā
stubborn, you didnāt ease your frown, burying your face into the crook of his neck. you burrowed yourself in his lap, his arms wrapping around your form, rocking the both of you forward.Ā
āshut up.ā
a small smile played on his lips, his cheek pressing against the top of your head. despite the harshness of your words, you refused to let go of him, any attempt of his at moving rendered useless when you dug your nails into his forearms. with a laugh, varka guessed that it wouldnāt hurt to spend the night on your couch, with you clinging to him.Ā
when the first rays of the sun pulled you out of your slumber, none of you addressed what had occurred.Ā
it was necessary, you tried reasoning with yourself.Ā
obviously, it wouldnāt make sense that two renowned actors, who were dating nonetheless, would appear so stiff while kissing on camera. it would be ridiculous, wouldnāt it?Ā
maybe not as ridiculous as your current predicament. as if sensing some hesitation from your side, kazuha tilted your chin so youād look at him.Ā
āwe donāt have to,ā he told you, his tone far too sweet for you to handle.Ā
he wasnāt completely wrong. the arrangement your managers had put you in was fairly recent. if anything, it would only endear the crew to see the both of you shy away from such displays of affection.Ā
youād barely registered the reason why yoimiya was so adamant on making you fake a relationship with kazuha. the only thing youād processed was his name and the fact that he was going to pretend to be your boyfriend for a few months.Ā
the very actor youād set your eyes on since the beginning of your career ā and even before then. the same one youād admired for years and years. the one you were filming a show with, playing as each otherās love interests while the wide public was hit with the news of your supposed relationship.Ā
you hardly believed the situation you somehow ended up in until today. you wondered if he had to go through the same mental gymnastics you did before showing up at your doorstep. you couldnāt help but hope that maybe, just maybe, him revealing the reason behind his presence as wanting to practice your lines together was but an excuse.Ā
after all, you were under no obligation to play pretend behind closed doors. yet his attempt at easing your nerves only alarmed you.Ā
āno, itās fine!ā you blurted out.Ā
when kazuha chuckled at your eagerness, you slapped a hand over your mouth, deflating like a balloon. you felt a bit stupid, so easily baring your feelings to him unprompted. sure, it wasnāt a direct confession. but kazuha wasnāt dumb enough to miss the meaning behind enthusiasm. you hid behind your hands, the AC not helping the state of your burning cheeks.Ā
you felt the mattress dip beside you, gentle fingers wrapping around your wrist and prying your hands off of your face. ādonāt hide,ā kazuha whispered.Ā
he was so insistent on your eyes meeting his, peering and searching for your gaze until you relented. the softness of his smile felt like a dozen arrows were shot straight through your heart. just as gentle, his fingers trailed up your arm, leaving sparks in their wake, tracing the column of your neck, cupping your jaw.Ā
kazuha inched closer to you until you felt his leg press against yours. āiāll kiss you now, okay?ā
your eyes were screwed shut, your entire being nearly vibrating with nerves and anticipation, fists clenching on your lap. maybe it was a good idea to practice before your shoot tomorrow, given your predicament.Ā
kazuha didnāt close the distance immediately, a fond smile drawn on his features at the sight of you. you looked just so nervous that a little, cruel part of him wanted to toy with your current state. his hand rested on one of your fists, thumb caressing soothing circles on your skin until you allowed his fingers to interlink with yours.Ā
a beat passed. a quiet moment in which your ears couldnāt perceive anything beside the erratic beating of your heart.Ā
hot puffs of air fanned over your lips. before you could stop yourself, you flinched away from the sensation, wide eyed. a moment passed by as you simmered in your own mortification before you muttered a quiet apology, looking down at your lap. you couldnāt help but feel a bit irritated at yourself.Ā
āitās okayā, kazuha chuckled, his knuckle caressing the burning skin of your face. ārelax for me, yeah?āĀ
you didnāt bother complaining about how his presence was anything but relaxing. it felt like every hair on your body was standing straight just from the proximity. any and every contact of his skin against yours lit a fire within the pit of your stomach, flames growing and licking at the little frustration you felt.Ā
when kazuha leaned in again, he didnāt linger too long on the cute look on your face.Ā
his lips were as sweet as he was, you thought, sitting straight and unmoving for a few seconds. when he moved them against yours, you felt like putty in his hands, pliant and so quick to follow the pace he set. your fingers gripped at the fabric of his shirt, nails digging into his shoulders when his tongue traced your bottom lip.Ā
your mouth parted instantly, the small noise of surprise you made quickly swallowed by kazuha. his hand slipped to your nape, angling your head in a way that let him lick into your mouth. you pulled away for a second, your mind spiraling at the suddenness of his actions.Ā
ādonāt do that,ā kazuha tutted playfully.Ā
you felt your mouth dry up when your eyes met his half-lidded ones, the ruby shade of them barely visible through his dilated pupils. you wouldnāt be too shocked if they suddenly turned into hearts.Ā
and he was so mean, pushing his lips against yours and swallowing your protests and shy mutters, claiming that you could do so much better for him. you didnāt have it in you to deny him or disprove his words, growing dizzier and dizzier with every lungful of air he stole from you.Ā
so light-headed that youād forgotten the reason behind his hunger.Ā
you collapsed onto your hotel bed. every muscle of your body was screeching in pain, sore and exhausted with all the running and fighting youād done today. the steaming, hot shower youād taken did nothing to soothe the ache, nor did any of the stretches you quickly looked up.Ā
with a sigh, you surrendered to your fate, burying yourself in the covers of your bed.Ā
your loving manager, nefer, had deemed that youāve done enough romance shows and movies for a lifetime. and of course, what better way to change the trajectory of your acting career than by having you play in an apocalyptic show. really, she could have had you participate in a survival reality show and you wouldnāt have noticed the difference.Ā
the only thing that helped you pull through was flins playing a role alongside you. despite the contractual nature of your relationship, there was no helping your traitorous heart and its inability to not fall even deeper for him. the arrangement was set purely to draw attention to the show. yet, with every day that passed and with its end nearing, you couldnāt help but hope that, perhaps, flins wouldnāt want this to be over.
you rolled around in your bed, trying and failing to ignore the restless state of your mind.Ā
but there was no logical explanation behind his endless flirtations and tender attentions. you hoped that there was a meaning behind the hands around your waist when no one was present to witness them. that you didnāt imagine the small flickers of affection in the depths of his hypnotizing eyes. there had to be a reason as to why he was so adamant on kissing your knuckles as a greeting, right?Ā
the sky roared, making you sit straight on the mattress.Ā
you could nearly feel the building shake with the intensity of the thunder, raindrops close to breaking the windows.Ā
just your luck.Ā
for a split moment, you stared into the darkness of your room, refusing to look at the bright flashes of light slipping through the glass. you contemplated staying up and falling asleep until the storm passed. maybe watch a show to take your mind off of it until your exhaustion would get the best of you.Ā
another deep, rolling rumble made you scramble towards your bedside table, turning on the dim light.Ā
you felt a bit stupid, getting so spooked by something so normal. but you were so wide awake at the moment, arms crushing your poor stuffed bunny. and you were so hyperaware of every little noise, all the alarms in your brain going haywire when you heard a rattle from your door.Ā
you stared at the wooden surface for a long moment, hoping that whoever was behind it would just leave you alone. better yet, that you simply imagined the sound.Ā
all those thoughts flew out of your mind when a familiar voice called out your name. āitās just me,ā flins added, raising his hand to knock again.Ā
before he could do so, you opened the door, looking at him through a small crack. your lips jutted out into a pout as flins smiled down at you, taking in the messy state of your hair and the plushie glued to your chest.Ā
āthought youād be scared,ā he told you.Ā
something in your chest melted into a pathetic puddle at his words. of course he would think so. despite all his teasing and playfulness, flins was so terribly attentive it made you want to pull out your hair. instead, you opened the door wider, letting him slip inside. you noticed how heād braided his hair and the near translucent paleness of his skin. his eye bags looked even more pronounced, you thought, guilt twisting your guts.Ā
he probably sacrificed his well-deserved rest just to check on you.
āi couldnāt sleep either.ā
you blinked at him, any remorse youād felt evaporating instantly. āyouāre not good at lying,ā you deadpanned, locking the door behind you.Ā
flins only laughed at your words. he took a seat on the edge of your bed, eyes crinkling, small sparks of joy animating his gaze. you looked away, feeling your heart take on a faster pace. yet when his hand urged you closer, you followed through almost immediately, wishing that he wouldnāt feel the erratic pace of your heart as his thumb caressed the skin above your pulse.Ā
ādo you want me to stay?ā flins asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Ā
his lips traced the inside of your wrist, awaiting an answer you couldnāt provide. when you only gave him a nod, he nipped at the sensitive skin, eliciting a hiss from you. āhm?ā he pressed.Ā
your eyebrows furrowed, frustration painting your features.Ā
āi do,ā you muttered, looking down at the way you shifted on your feet.Ā
a small huff of laughter tumbled out of flinsās lips. you never looked sweeter to him, he thought, pulling on your wrist and into his embrace. you burrowed yourself into his chest, the both of you buried into the covers. you were deaf to the distant rumbles, ear pressed against his wildly beating heart, eyes widening in disbelief.Ā
you didnāt dare say anything that would disturb the peacefulness of this moment. when he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, you tried your best to succumb to the fatigue you felt earlier.Ā
and so, the both of you laid there sleeplessly, praying youād find a way to extend the contract. at least, until either of you found the courage to put a word on your feelings. or three.Ā
FUSHIGUROĀ MEGUMIĀ ā he takes care of your hair for you <3
contentĀ ā fluff, x f!reader, he's very shojo coded to me, not proofread, reader has long, curly hair, very cutesie, domestic-ish
jujutsu kaisen m.list ā word count : 550 words
you could barely remember the amount of times youād chosen to neglect your hair in favor of not accidentally breaking your neck. it was just too much for you, really, hanging down your head to wash it, scrub it, rinse it, style it.Ā
āwhy donāt you just cut it?ā yuji had asked you one day.Ā
the look of utter horror youād answered with was enough for him to never bring the topic of scissors around you again.
megumi has always adored your hair. heād often catch himself twirling a strand idly when you stood beside him, fingers gently raking through the soft curls, adjusting your accessories and ties when you asked him to.Ā
and on the days you didnāt have the energy to take care of yourself, heād always make sure you still felt your best. and so, after todayās practice, he instructed you to lay down on his bed and hang your head off the edge. while it was a bit of an uncomfortable position, it was less painful than the ones youād find yourself in when doing your curls by yourself.Ā
sitting on the bedroom floor, your boyfriend picked up your leave-in, gently carding his fingers through the wet strands, making sure to not accidentally pull on your hair and hurt you.Ā
he didnāt mind the droplets hitting the floor and his lap, or the way you teased him about learning so much about curls just for you.Ā
āof course i did,ā he said, sweetness wrapping around his quiet words. āi want to be able to take care of you.āĀ
warmth nestled into the apples of your cheeks and you grinned at him like a lovesick idiot. which you might be, you mused.Ā
āaw, megs, stop it,ā you cooed, giggling when he snorted at your antics.Ā
he squeezed some gel into his hands, mentally noting that you needed a new bottle, before spreading it through your curls. he scrunched his hands upwards, listening to you talk his ear off about this dating show you were watching with nobara. as your voice died down, he didnāt really notice, too engrossed with making sure every strand of your hair was perfectly curled and bouncy.Ā
although staring at him from this position was starting to give you a headache, you couldnāt help but feel your heart melt. he appeared to be so focused, carefully diffusing the top of your head and assuring it was fully dry before moving on to your lengths. his eyebrows furrowed a bit in concentration, long lashes fluttering when a stray hair hit his face.Ā
sweet notes of coconut filled his nostrils as he applied oil to your hair, a little smile on his lips, proud of his work.Ā
you didnāt really care about checking the result at the moment, eyes softening at the sight of him. and megumi forgot about helping you up when he was faced with your lips jutting out.Ā
you giggled at the confused look on his face. ācome get your reward,ā you simply said.Ā
a huff of amusement spilled past his lips, his laughter melting into your mouth as he leaned in. āyouāre stupid,ā he muttered against you.Ā
yet when he watched you practically vibrate with joy, checking his work in the mirror, there was no mistaking the tenderness in his gaze.
yearner!xiao who stands outside your door during storms without knocking. lantern light spills faintly through the cracks while rain darkens the edges of his cloak, and still he lingers there in silence, listening for the quiet sound of your footsteps inside. by the time you open the door, he already looks guilty for wanting to be near you at all.
yearner!xiao who memorizes the smallest things because wanting more feels too dangerous. the way you tuck your hands into your sleeves when cold. the soft crease between your brows while reading. āyou looked tired today,ā he says one evening beneath pale autumn light, voice low enough that it almost disappears into the wind.
yearner!xiao who sits beside you on rooftops long after midnight, both of you watching distant lanterns drift over liyue harbor. he rarely touches you first, but sometimes his shoulder presses lightly against yours when sleepiness lowers his guard. those moments leave him quieter than usual afterward, as though affection itself unsettles him.
yearner!xiao who kisses you once and spends weeks pretending it did not alter him completely. still, his gaze keeps dropping to your mouth whenever conversation fades between you. the air grows heavy with summer rain and unsaid things while he grips his tea cup too tightly, jaw tense with restraint.
yearner!xiao who almost leaves every time he stays the night. dawn always finds him sitting awake near the window watching grey morning clouds roll over the mountains, your breathing soft behind him beneath tangled blankets. when your sleepy hand catches the edge of his sleeve, he closes his eyes briefly like someone losing a battle he never truly wanted to win.
yearner!xiao who loves with terrifying patience. no confessions forced from trembling lips, no dramatic promises beneath moonlight. only quiet devotion lingering in every small choice to remain beside you despite the fear carved deep into him, like winter frost refusing to melt even beneath the first warmth of spring.
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KAMOĀ CHOSOĀ ā five times he tried getting your number and the one time you took pity on him .į.į
#Ā attemptĀ nĀ°1Ā ā 1.3k words, fluff, choso regrets his entire life after fumblin' the prettiest girl he's ever seen
choso wondered if his involuntary, long-lived celibacy had made him so easy. Ā
his life has always been uneventful. not that heād complain about it, he didnāt mind the boring routine of managing the brand new hot topic store he worked at. he liked picking up his sweet younger brother from classes. he even enjoyed cooking them dinner every single night of the week.Ā
repetitive, sure, but enjoyable nonetheless.Ā
that was until his path crossed yours.Ā
choso wasnāt one to believe in fate. wasnāt one to even care about such grand concepts.Ā
yet there was no other way to explain how you even found your way to his shop.Ā
when choso saw you for the first time, his immediate thought was about how you didnāt fit in, eyes quickly taking the bell-bottom pair of jeans you were wearing. the adorable graffitti, pink tee you were sporting. the countless golden accessories glinting under the loud neon lights.Ā
you didnāt belong here.
āit was destiny,ā he had suddenly declared at the dinner table that evening, earning himself a sigh from his beloved sibling.Ā
see, chosoās love life was nonexistent ā at least, according to yuji.Ā
he didnāt really mind it, to be fair. didnāt remember the last time he had a crush on anyone. didnāt even bother with messy dating apps. and while yuji was getting worried about his grown brother not having any āgameā, as he so lovingly claimed, choso wasnāt as concerned.Ā
well, that was until he had decided that heād prove him wrong by bringing your phone number home.Ā
the first time heād tried to get ahold of that precious series of digits was the most embarrassing day of his career as a retail worker.Ā
that day was as mundane as the other days.Ā
choso was sitting behind the counter, his entire upper body slumped over as his eyes tiredly scanned over the different resumes he had sitting in the storeās official email box. a cup of black coffee sat next to his laptop, probably running cold at this point.Ā
it had been barely ten minutes since the store had opened, the lack of customers only adding to his boredom. a few of his employees were restocking the shelves at the back of the store while the speakers played tragic, self-loathing, whatsaheart lyrics.Ā
he was just so engrossed in the oh-so passionate cover letters begging for a spot on his team that he didnāt notice the two women walking into the store, nor did he catch onto the way one of them was tugging on the sleeve of the other while looking at him like he was about to be her late breakfast.Ā
until his ears perked at a loud exclamation, catching his attention as he wondered how anyone found this much energy at 11 in the morning.Ā
such an early time to be so excited over anything, really.Ā
safe to say his uneventful life was thrown upside down the moment his eyes caught the very sight of you.Ā
he didnāt even notice the tall woman following you around the store, too drawn to your brightness, to your smile, to the energy you just radiated. you were practically glowing in this gloomy store, the sun rays slithering through the cracks of the windows just to caress your sweet features. a gentle breeze slipped in as another customer made their way inside, carrying a few strands of your hair in such a cinematic way andā
āhello?āĀ
God, even her voice is perfect.Ā
curiously, you tilted your head to the side at the man behind the register, wondering why he wasnāt responding to your greeting. you laid the heart chain belt on the counter, along with a few hair clips and a black skirt you had picked out, nails tapping on the surface as you debated whether to call him out or not.Ā
hot topic was not your regular stop when youād drag yuki down the bustling streets of harajuku. it wasnāt even there to begin with until you had spotted it earlier while leaving the laforet shopping center with more bags than your wallet could afford, eyes immediately catching onto the unfamiliar sign.Ā
and so, it was only natural for you to hand over your bags to your empty handed best friend with the sweetest smile on your face before skipping to the new store, wondering if the emo aesthetic would ever fit in your closet.
and sure, yeah, the belts were cute, and so were the tens of accessories you were gonna regret buying later.Ā
but nothing came close to the manager who was currently staring at you ā or past you, given how he wasnāt responding.Ā
he was even prettier up close, you noted, registering the sickly pale skin, the unusual, black stripe inked onto his face, the eyeliner framing dark brown eyes and the countless piercings on his face. you could barely count them, taking in the studs an inch away from his eyebrow slit, the rings on his bottom lip, the spikes poking out of his nose bridge and the various silver jewelry dangling from his ears.Ā
ebony bangs fell over his pretty face, his hair tied into two, spiky pigtails that oddly suited him. silver chains hung over his black tee, adorned with a loud, white, gothic band print.Ā
you caught the nametag hanging on the right side of his chest, and wondered how rude itād be to call him by his name.
oh, well.Ā
ākamo-san?ā you said, more like a question, hoping you didnāt mess up your reading of the kanji.Ā
āy-yes!?āĀ
choso wanted nothing else but for the ground to open, swallow him, and close up.Ā
but maybe the embarrassment was worth it, he thought, watching a smile paint your features, followed by bubbly laughter.Ā
he never imagined heād be granted the chance to live long enough to cross paths with an angel.Ā
remembering where he was, he stood up from his chair to cater to the accessories and clothes youād brought to the cash register.Ā
your lashes fluttered, your neck craning the slightest bit as you noted his height, the studded belt hanging on his hips, holding up the pair of black jeans he was wearing. dragging your eyes down, you took in the several black and silver accessories on his wrists and fingers, the black polish on his nails, the veins on his forearms, the ink crawling up the lean muscles of them.Ā
almost on auto-pilot, he picked your items, scanning them, a bit too slow for someone whoās been in the retail industry for so long. but you were staring at him way too intently, he felt that if he sped up his pace, heād mess up in some way.Ā
and besides, the longer he took, the longer youād stay here.Ā
āyouāre pretty cute, yāknow.ā
choso nearly dropped the bag he was about to set down on the counter, whipping his head up from the screen he was tapping on to look at you.Ā
a small chuckle spilled past your lips as you watched the porcelain expanse of his skin turn pink at the cheeks.Ā
choso didnāt trust himself to flirt back, opting towards naming the price of your little shopping spree instead.Ā
his voice was low you thought, noticing the slight tremor in his words, the breathiness of his tone, close to a whisper.Ā
real cute.Ā
he didnāt dare look up, grabbing your freshly printed receipt and a pen, jotting down his phone number on it.Ā
he might not be the bravest of the bunch, but he could be smart about how heād secure a date.Ā
he sure was unprofessional, though.Ā
before he could even dream of giving it to you, your hand had already taken ahold of the bagās handles and his heart. wishing him a great day, you skipped out of his store and out of his miserable life, taking with you the little hope he had allowed himself to feel.Ā
