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dazai and nikolais d1 glazer

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welcome to my blog! ๋ ࣭ ⭑i write both sfw and nsfw leaning into darker themes .𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ʚଓ་༘࿐

about me: trilingual (en/es/fr) she/her/they,

born, raised, and still in la ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) and yes i am hispanic/latina 𖹭

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when it comes to requests: send them in, be freaky with it, i literally dont care or judge ˙ ͜ʟ˙

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how to turn my activity status off, cause I cant let yall know when I'm on and reading x readers in public or at night 😂😂

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where chuuya (for some reason) lets you tie him up, pretending to be completely at your mercy until he decides its been fun playing your "little game"

sorry for the delay!! someone hopped over my house gate and broke-in yesterday at 3 am, so I went outside to settle things (ㆆ_ㆆ)

im more mad i broke a nail off of my fresh set doing so, smh.

Chuuya stared at you with widened eyes at your... eccentric, and new idea. "You want to do what?!" He genuinely had no other words to say to you.

His entire mind had already gone blank the second you mentioned him and tying him up like your little personal present. "Oh cmon, pretty please?"

"Fuck no, I am not doing that." He jolted back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

He didn't even bother looking at your gaze and instead kept trying to focus on something else while you ranted to him on the side... But the idea lingered

There's no fucking way I got talked into this, echoed inside of Chuuyas head.

Earlier he kept looking down, kneeled down with his shoulders loosened. It wasn't until the tip of your heels brought his face back up to look at your gaze. Though, he'd be lying if he said this wasnt hot, just not what he expected out of you.

Dark ties blinded his hands together. He relentlessly thrashed against the restraints, foolishly trying to deceive you into thinking he had no way of truly setting free.

"Baby, can you? Please?" He looked down at the ropes that dugged into his skin— batting his eyelashes, fluttering them the same way you did at times. Was he mocking you?

"Uh uh, remember," You crawled over to him, pulling him closer by the collar, stopping right at his face.

Looking at him from above with a gentle hand holding his face. "—you agreed to this."

Your other hand lowered down his abdomen, palming over the growing tent behind his dress pants.

He whined, letting a small helpless yelp escape from his mouth against your shoulder. In between small gasps, you continued to sit on top of his lap, spreading apart more to tease him

“Aw~ dont be like that Chuu," You giggled seeing his messy hair, and flushed face. You just couldn't resist yourself at the sight in front of you. "—You know I love it when you're like this."

Slowly you pressed yourself right against his chest, face inches away from eachother. Placing your hands on his shoulders to hold yourself up as your straddled against him. "Ngh—"

His back arched slightly, panting heavily until it was cut off but a sudden kiss.

Running your tongue to lick the sensitive skin on his neck— arms hugging around him as you adjusted yourself. Gripping onto him, forcing his body forward so you could feel the growing heat.

Without hesitation, your fingers flawlessly pulled the zipper down. Letting his entire length free, though he let out a muffled groan as you guided him. “Mhphm-” He couldn't move his hands to touch you, but God, he could feel everything you were doing to him...

Feeling yourself line up over his length, you sank yourself deep onto him, beginning to grind against him right there against the beds backboard.

Your hands ran all over his body, finding a way to keep his close as you leaned in and captured him in another deep kiss to quiet down his pathetic little whines.

“Ngh-Doll—” A loud whimper rolled off his tongue, his entire body shivering under yours...

Just as a way to feed into your ego— letting you think you really had total control over him. Hah, as if...

Since his arms were "bonded", he moved his hips up to meet yours. Trying to ride his high on you. You noticed and purposefully slowed down, grabbing a handful of his hair and forced his head to look up at you.

You looked at him for a couple of seconds, smiling to yourself as you finally decided to pull onto the ties even more.

But just as your hands were trying to find the small knot, the grin on your face softened, slowly into widened eyes as you glanced at Chuuya— he finally looked up to meet yours and there you saw it: a smug look plastered across his face...

He had been holding the loose threads inside his palm for most, if not almost the entirety of the time...

Before you could even question how, Chuuyas bare hands shot forward.

Gripping your waists with his raw strength, completely surprising you as he spun you around— grabbing you up and shoving your back flat against the bedframe.

He pinned your wrists against the back with one hand, smirking down at you. “My, my... look who got a little too ahead of themselves. " He chuckled, now that you were the one trapped underneath him. Without a second thought, he rushed in.

You felt his full length slipping in and out of you in continuous motions, aching from how fast he suddenly changed the pace but the coil in the stomach only grew.

The pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“Chuu!—” You whimpered out loud, as he bit the soft flesh around your neck while he thrusted in. Dark, half lidded eyes completely taking over the loving, soft boyfriend you knew.

He stopped for a bit, keeping himself buried in you. Leaning down he pressed his lips right against your ear, feeling the heat of his breath against the shell of your ear while you were shaking beneath him. “—be a good girl and yell out my name… got it?”

You nodded your head frantically in response, unable to speak without completely losing your breath.

He went back to his skin slapping against yours, roughly grabbing your head with his other hand whilst the other kept you put in place. “Keep- G-going—Chuu-ya!" Pushing yourself further onto him with every hard thrust he gave. Screaming his name in between breathless moans that echoed in the dark room. “Please, I-I need to—“ You were cut off when you felt his wamrth leaking inside.

Giving in a final press until you felt the knot in your stomach finally giveout and release the growing tension inside. Thighs trembling, and your legs shaking.

He stood over you, finally easing on the grip he had on your binded hands. Though, he kept himself buried inside your messy, aching c ore.

While you were still catching your breath, you glanced up, only to he faced with a smug look on Chuuyas face— who kept staring at your now frail, naked body.

Unbothered, but also worn out. “You lied to me, you said- you said!!— You told me that—" You yelled at him, stumbling over your own words. Not entirely mad at the outcome but a bit disappointed he didn't let you take over completely... sigh (me next!!)

His hand came up to brush away the wet, sweaty strands of hair that clung to your face.

Keeping his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbed small circles while a sly grin formed on his face. "Shh, shhh—" He shushed you down. "Baby, don't play dumb, you knew what was going to happen." He said with witty smirk as he tried to contain in his small laughter.

Maybe next time he'll let you...

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oh my godh why is my tumblr glitching so bad

and Im shadowbanned for using the word c*nt 😒 the chuuya fic is up, if u cant see it then it means im shadowbanned

if it dosent show its my most recent on my page

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The Day I Took In Dazai - chapter 1

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WAITTTT WHAT WA THAT

what was what? 🤔

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melancholic dazai

i always liked those manga panel fanarts of dazai, and have wanted my own (¬ ₃ ͡¬)

its 4 20 am ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

if it wasn't obvious already, im more productive at night

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stoner!dazai who may look like hes on another planet— seeming zoned out, but is actually highly observant even while relaxed.

the moment you try to slide off his lap, he’ll firmly readjust you, spreading you back down with a tightened grip to hold you in place.

he won’t say nothing for an hour, but he for sure will pull you back onto the couch with him— his large hands possessively roaming under your shirt, tracing lines along your ribs and stomach, wrapping his long legs around you and resting his chin on top of your head.

leaning into your shoulder, hugging you closely as if you were his personal teddy bear. "youre so warm." he whispers, slumping his entire bodyweight on you so that youre unable to leave from his grasp.

stoner!dazai who loves the rushing feeling of sharing a smoke through a kiss. he'll take a long inhale, dragging out the smoke, then tilt your chin up with two fingers and press his lips against yours.

his tongue licking the roof of your mouth as he's exhaling the warm smoke into your lungs— the lack of oxygen leaving you with a dizzy head. whirling from the sensation, being able to taste the herbal essence on your lips.

stoner!dazai who is agonizingly slow in bed. he's already high off his fucking mind and his perception of time is already warped insane, but watching how you squirm and whimper while you're spread out beneath him causes him to stretch out every touch.

light kitten licks up your neck, biting at your ears, and soft mumbles and groan that escape from his mouth. "—Fuck, you're that fucking desperate? cmon show me baby?" He says with a cocky smile, taking his time to break you completely. while he watches your face unravel under him, completely unbothered by the amount of time that has passed, as long as he's buried inside you

stoner!dazai who does the same annoying pose youve repeatdly asked him not to do. it dosent matter what you say, or how sneaky you are, you try to take a candid photo of him and there it is— you deadpan at the pic, glancing it at longingly. that damn su!cidal maniac...

he looks smug in each one pic too, knowing he's ruined your photos to post.

by the time you have some time to glance at the pictures you took of him, you notice he's sticking that same, slight middle finger up in each, and every single one of them... asshole

stoner!dazai who has the most seductively low, and husky voice while teasing you. he'll hold the roll out of your reach, extending his arm, causing you to straddle his lap while his other arm caresses the back of your waist, moving you along his hardening length.

but its a trick! instead, he traps the back of your neck and presses his lips all over your shoulder blades, peppering small kisses that trail up to your jawline.

with the same deep, dangerous voice that vibrates against your entire spine, he'll shamelessly whisper the dirtiest things right against your skin— smiling at the way your breath hitches.

stoner!dazai who is the most unhinged maniac even if hes in a faded state.

dont let his softened puppy eyes and flushed cheeks fool you. although he dosent like pain, something in him sparks whenever you loosely hold onto his shoulders while he thrusts deep inside you. clawing at his back, leaving small scratches along the bare parts.

watching the small vein on his forehead pulsing at the physical feeling of being incredibly hyper-erratic underneath the laid-back facade he had going on.

extremely obsessive over the way your feel around him, not hesitating to mark up your entire body, either with his teeth or leave small marks from the inclining heat of the falling embers directly onto your skin— he holds onto your waist with a lazy but demanding grasp, curving your body into a dangerous arch as he kept you positioned perfectly onto him. "mhm," he groans into you "—yeah just like that, youre doing so well." knowing all so well the exact words to say in order to drive you crazy.

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fuckboy!dazai who has a reputation of being a womanizer, and always being "detached" from reality. a heartless, scheming man...or so they say

but when it comes to you, he's on his knees, arms wrapped around your lower torser, hands on your ass. hugging your legs in close to him as you stand in front of him, slightly surprised at his behavior. was this his charm? is this how he pulled women? you think to yourself...

he's a whimpering mess, worshipping your body, pressing kisses on your stomach, trailing further down, as you let him continue

fuckboy!dazai who has no filter when it comes to his words. with a lazy drag of his tongue, he continues to tease you while you melt in his touch. "fuck, you smell so good"

leaning over your shoulder, his breath hot and rigid against your ear. his hands snaking around your waist, feeling him grow behind you, shamelessly whispering what exactly he plans to do with you later. not bothering to move an inch away, no matter how hard you playfully try to shove him away.

fuckboy!dazai who doesn't just leave faint hickeys. instead he prefers to bite down hard on the softest parts of your skin. grazing over your collarbones, inner thighs, and neck with his sharp canine teeth. sinking them in as you squirm under him. leaving deep, dark blooming bruises for the morning to come.

fuckboy!dazai who doesn't want anyone elses image inside that pretty little head of yours. he wants you to think about him everytime you look at yourself in the mirror

"—got that?" he says finishing, nudging at your head with his pointer finger after friendly reminding you that you're his, and only his.

fuckboy!dazai who is fucking feral. he'll show up at your place, excited to see you later at night. after you let him in, he'll lean against the door frame, trying to act normal. but something in him snaps when you give him a sly smirk, suggesting you were out that night.

he peeps that little amused face of yours, he doesn't let the situation go so easily

the second you make it to your room, his impatient fingers pull and tear your clothes apart. teasing you by rotting his hips forwards towards your clothed heat as he traps you underneath him— continuing until your fucking desperate for him, not stopping until you glance straight at him and beg what it is exactly, what you want.

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there's one more left, this is a trio.

(fratboy!dazai, fuckboy!dazai, and one left 👀)

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taking off gaurd pics of gojo

"cherry" asked for gojo 🫩 (i don't like him)

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for the sake of keeping it strictly dazai x reader, the hand is wearing gloves <3

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"fratboy!gojo this, fratboy!sukuna that" what about fratboy!dazai x reader??? this dude is literally a womanizer

fratboy!dazai who is known to be deceptive and cunning, as said by many, previous rumors. and it doesn't change the second he gets you behind the locked door in his room.

the second you're alone with him, he'll push you back against the same door before you can even take your jacket off. immediately, he buries his face in the crook of your neck with a low and needy groan, hands unable to lift away— sliding under your shirt to hold you closer as he tongue fucks your mouth.

fratboy!dazai who uses his tall height and heavy size to entirely pin you down during late-night study sessions. having attachment issues, he can't withstand when you don't give him attention for more than an hour. he'll crawl right on top of your lap, eyeing you from below while you continue working.

until he decides to trap your body beneath him once your nearly done, holding your chin up to meet his gaze— "you've been ignoring me since evening— look at me," he says, catching your face in his demanding grip forcing you to look at his pout.

fratboy!dazai who is extremely possessive and handsy when he's had a few drinks in. in a crowded party, he'll either stand right behind you at all times— completely flushed, pressing his fromt against your back, or keep a watchful eye on you from afar.

oftentimes, while talking to his friends, he'll casually slip his bandaged hand under your waistband. tracing the outline of your skin, freaking out hoping nobody sees, while he remains smug...

fratboy!dazai who loves the thrill and adrenaline that rushes through his body while he makes out with you in places where you two could easily get caught. murmuring dirty words into your ear, his voice dripping like honey while you try to keep quiet.

he smirks at the sight in front of him, feeling how fast your heart races as he remains leaned in— hands digging at your hips to prevent you from moving

fratboy!dazai who while having a reputation of a demon or manic, is actually vulnerable and gentle at heart. but many don't know that, only you do ;)

he tucks your head under his chin, holding you close to his body— long arms wrapped completely all over you until you both fall asleep under the pillowy, soft-like covers.

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sometimes i check my saved tags, excited to read a new character x reader fic, only to realize the most recent post is still my own 💔

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Cherry-tinted lips

➤ taglist & content warning : suggestive, rewritten, kissing, mentions of alcohol, small drabble, oneshot, infatuated chuuya x reader

The mafias bar foyer glowed with a soft light against the bleek ambience outside.

Swirls of cigar smoke twirling up towards to the high ceilings, dancing along with soft tunes of the saxophonist— while the rooms buzzed with such restrained energy only one small city could allow.

Different stories mingling desperately at separate tables— settlements being made over clinking glasses and quiet, hostile laughter.

Yet, amisdt the chic cacophony atmosphere, Chuuya could only search for one thing, and one thing only.

He watched from his table, glass of red wine in hand, his imperturbable posture hiding the tense grip he had on the glass for the storm within.

Though, as a highly respected executive, he knew of the advantages he had as well— very few had dared to cross him.

But tonight, he had a personal objective; to keep an eye on you.

Yet, you didn't think of him as such. He possessed an unapproachable stillness within that defined his intense character amongst others around him...

But while he was deep into thought— intimidating the others with his ice cold gaze as he zoned out, your figure finally, once again, had caught the corner of his eye.

Watching how the light played across your outfit, illuminating you so perfectly, highlighting every curve and inch.

He readjusted himself in his seat, one hand stretched over his mouth while he whispered to himself- "Fuck, I'm a lucky man." All while his shoulders loosened

A slight, almost imperceptible smile betrayed the intensity of his admiration.

After the music had shifted to a gentler jazzy rock, he stood up from his seat and reached out his hand without saying a word— though, the expression on his face was enough to say. "What? Something wrong?" You playfully blurted out, a sly grin spreading further on your face.

Regardless, you placed your hand in with his, and onto the crowded floor he swept you in closer to him with an inescapable gravity. His piercing gaze never leaving yours.

He leaned in close, pressing his cheek against yours, "Your kidding, right? Can't you see the way everyone's keeps looking?"

You let out a small chuckle over his shoulder as you wrapped your arms over his neck. "Don't tell me you jealous are you?"

"Not exactly..." He said, rolling his eyes playfully "—But, we could get out of here..." He winked, with a growing mischievous smile.

But before you could even respond, his grip became demanding, pulling you away from the crowd— unable to stop following in his footsteps.

Guiding you through the dimly lit corridors of the place, away from wandering eyes towards the back end of the bar— somewhere where he knew was isolated, more private.

"Chuu- What if we get caught- mphm" You flipped your head over, hoping no one caught you two sneaking off. But his lips crashed onto yours immediately after. Not with the usual rushing fury he always seemed to have inside of him, but instead with a presskng hunger that took your breath away.

He inclined his head further, tilting it to the side to deepen the kiss. Following the same pattern again, and again.

His hands traveling up your hips, grazing over as he swallowed into your soft moans as he pushed his tongue in deeper.

Lingering into the sudden, intense moment drawing out every breath and feeling until your lips— stained by the deep, enriched color from the wine, turned a faint, bruised blue.

Chest racing from the fiery light that chased each other's hearts.

A small reminder from Chuuya, of who you belonged to exactly.

"Chuu!-" You blurted out, wiping your lips with the back of your hand once he had pulled back. Cheeks flushed, trembling as he held you in his possession.

His face came close to yours again, lips grazing the shell of your ear as you felt his hot breath rapidly against.

"How about we leave and go back to my place? What do you say?" His voice low, filled with a husky desire.

Half lidded eyes staring right into your soul, awaiting for your response— already knowing the answer to his question.

Who could really resist such a gentleman who was passionate about his wife?

listen to lana del rey's "freak" and you'll hear what lines inspired the original that i wrote like months ago 👍

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lèvres teintées cerise .ೃ࿔*:♥︎

♡ Tags / Warnings :: suggestive, nsfw (?), deep kissing, mentions of alcohol, C'EST ÉCRITE EN FRANÇAIS, cliffhanger ending (?), i dont like speaking to my french relatives so if its worded or grammatically poor thats my fault, i sorry. ((

Information ♡: jealousy or infatuation? which one is it? either way, as the saying goes: le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point

translated ver. coming soon on ao3 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wc: 505

Le foyer du bar de la mafia, avec ses lumières tamisées et la fumée légère des cigares, bourdonnait d'une énergie contenue.

Les notes suaves d'un saxophoniste remplissaient l'air, se mêlant au cliquetis des verres et aux rires discrets.

Mais au milieu de cette cacophonie chic, les yeux de Chuya ne cherchaient qu'une seule chose.

Il se regardait depuis sa table, un verre de vin rouge à la main, sa posture imperturbable dissimulant une tempête.

Il était un cadre respecté - seuls ceux qui étaient assez courageux envisageraient (?) même de le croiser.

Quoi qu'il en soit, il était là pour une chose. Pour garder un œil sur vous

Pour tous les autres, il était une sculpture de glace, inapprochable.

Mais ton entrée, la façon dont la lumière jouait sur ta robe, soulignant chaque courbe - avait brisé sa façade.

'Je suis un homme chanceux'...

Un léger sourire en coin, presque imperceptible, trahissait l'intensité de son admiration.

Quand la musique est passée à un rock doux teinté de jazz, il s'est levé, sa main tendue sans un mot.

“Quoi ? Déjà jaloux?" dis-tu avec un sourire enjoué sur ton visage

Tu as posé la tienne dans la sienne, et sur la piste de danse bondée, corps se sont rapprochés avec une gravité inéluctable.

Ses yeux ne quittent jamais les tiens, et la tension entre vos hanches était (?) un langage à part entière.

Il se pencha de près, murmurant doucement mais assez clairement "Tu ne vois pas la façon dont tout le monde regarde ? ils veulent tous que tu chérie... Sortons d'ici"

Puis, au milieu d'un tour, avec une discrétion déconcertante, il t'a tirée hors de la piste.

Sa prise sur ton bras était douce mais impérieuse, et guidée à travers les couloirs faiblement éclairés, loin des regards curieux, vers l'arrière du bar.

Son emprise ne faiblissait jamais, vous conduisant dans l'une des toilettes privées qui étaient cachées vers l'arrière — un contraste brutal avec le parfum de son vin et de son propre corps.

“Chuu- Et si on se faisait attraper? Nous - Mphm” Ses lèvres se sont écrasées sur les tiennes, pas avec fureur, mais avec une faim pressante qui t'a coupé le souffle.

Le baiser s'est approfondi, encore et encore, prolongeant chaque sensation jusqu'à ce que tes propres lèvres, et les siennes, prennent une teinte bleue subtile due à l'intensité, au vin, et au manque d'air.

Ce n'était pas de l'amour ; c'était une possession mutuelle, un abandon total dans l'obscurité.

Chuuya voulait juste vous rappeler à qui vous appartenez, surtout avec tous ces yeux errants

Chaque gémissement doux, chaque gémissement bas gémi, les deux étant avalés l'un dans l'autre… “Chuu!-”

Le souffle court, les joues rougies et les lèvres encore vibrantes, il s'est penché pour te surprendre à l'oreille, sa voix rauque de désir et de satisfaction.

“On se barre d'ici ? Mon appartement est bien plus confortable pour ça, et il y a une meilleure collection de vin."

Les yeux à moitié lidés, attendant une réponse à laquelle il connaissait déjà la réponse

Qui pourrait résister à un tel gentleman ?

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i forgot about this one until someone hearted it.

Give me a few minutes, I will try to acurrately translate this one to English 🙏

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petty playfights જ⁀➴ ♡

taglist & content warning: none, sfw, fluff, had to reupload, slightly ooc!fyodor x reader, small oneshot of living w/ him, i love fyodor too <3

fyodor is one of polished curation, hes a man whose penchant for neatness draws in quiet respect.

one morning while he was sitting out in the barren garden, watching the snow fall, you had asked him why he was so precise in quite literally everything he had ever done.

his response was vague.

though, after some silence, his gaze continued to lower to the floor beneath him, softly speaking against the cold air. "—but perfect is boring."

"yeah, right." playfully rolling your eyes at his words before heading back inside.

his peculiarities include small talk with lighthearted humor—oftentimes getting carried away, and deepening further down into philosophical rants.

you love listening to him, but God can he get pretentious at times. as you slide the chair away, lifting yourself up, you give him a small pat on his ushanka.

an even harder one following afterwards, ruffling his hair that pushes the hat further down and covers his face.

hes startled, but dosent say anything. only a small gasp escaping— one he preffered didnt come out.

when days get a bit boring, you find him reading his favorite literature book. sitting quietly amidst the chirping birds.

you bring him a small cup of tea out of 'generousity.' you knew he had a preference towards sweeter tasting things, such as marmelade on bread on the side.

but as he takes a slow sip, his face scrunched slightly. trying to hide the absolute terror on his taste buds all while thanking you for the tea!

"—No-no its amazing..." he smiles sweetly, his ethereal look never vanishing. though in his mind he's already finding a way to get back at you...

...he remains composed, hiding behind a tall tree.

you're strolling through the garden in the blooming morning, when suddenly, a cold breeze swept you down— almost falling to your knees if you hadn't balanced yourself.

you turn around, seeing small bits of snow on the edge of your shoulder.

youre confused for a moment, though the confusion leaves once you hear the small chuckle of the familiar laugh in the background... damn it!

though in the end, you loved everything about him; delicate hair strands falling, one by one atop of eachother everytime he laid his head down.

late nights, where his gaze is framed by porcelain, nearly flawless skin; delicate enough to reveal the fine threads of overlapping veins on the gentle curve of his closed eyes.

your finger traces over his skin, noticing the natural dark tint he had on the corner of his eyes. you continued to brush through his dark brows, following down to the tip of his strong, prominent nose.

at this point, you were toying with him— while he had to continously close his eyes everytime your soft touches outlined his face.

"—why do you keep on touching me?" He spoke out, closing the book with his finger nudged in between the pages to not lose the chapter he was on. fluttering his eyes open

expressive beauty of his dark vieled eyes that possessed a captivating allure with each glance. all dreams caught in the shadows sweeps of his dark nightly lashes.

"why not"

yall know that one scene in beauty and the beast? yeah that's what inspired the outcome of this

and that "go ahead and touch me" fyodor scene with sigma 🫪