(gn reader / hurt/slight comfort / 1.3k words) while playing the subway game, arisu catches a glimpse of his missing lover (or i rewrote that one arisu and usagi scene) very slight s3 spoilers ahead!!
sunset. rays of golden light stretch across the land. hues of pink and orange decorate the cloudless sky. skyscrapers stand tall along the horizon, light glinting off their glass windows. a cool, gentle breeze blows through the air. it rustles the tips of overgrown grass in a nearby field they wander past. you would love this view.
ARISU RYOHEI unconsciously reaches for his front pocket. he had made a habit of keeping the device in the front of his jeans since he had gotten pitpocketed during a morning subway rush. you had laughed when he got home that night, promising that you would file a police report the next morning. arisu never did get his phone back but it didn’t matter when you bought him a new one a week later, wrapped in a little gift box and presented with a bright smile.
but his phone isn’t in his pocket. it’s resting on ann’s side table, face down, left in a haste somewhere in the real world. arisu’s steps falter only for a moment but that doesn’t prevent the concerned glance nobu sends his way. a pang of sadness makes his heart hurt. dread settles into his stomach. he feels sick. arisu stares at the ground sadly. one step at a time, he promises. just one more step and then i’ll find you.
arisu stops in his tracks when he sees it: a small, white sign, sitting in the middle of a nearby subway entrance. the lights in the station are off. the stairs lead downwards into darkness. written on the sign, in thick, black lettering, reads three simple words: GAME ARENA AHEAD.
“we’re here,” rei remarks from behind him. she crosses her arms over her chest, shifting her weight between her feet. arisu stares straight ahead, eyes trained on the sign.
arisu purses his lips. he swallows his fear, clenching his trembling hands into fists. fear has no place in the borderlands - especially not when he has people relying on him. instead, he pushes his anxiety down and takes a step closer. “let’s go in.”
the arena is simple enough. the subway station is identical to all the others in tokyo, save for the lack of people. if arisu closes his eyes for long enough, he gets lost in time.
it had been just after your first date. what was supposed to be a quiet dinner had accidentally become an hours-long outing. you had chatted in the restaurant until the wait staff began giving you looks and the migrated to the city streets, talking the night away beneath the moonlight. arisu held your hand for the first time that night. your skin felt warm in his as he interlinked your fingers.
the station was quiet that night. it was the early hours of the morning. night shift workers were just now returning. stars still twinkled brightly in the night sky. clubs began turning the music down as drunken crowds filtered out into the night, waiting to be picked up by awaiting taxis.
but arisu was on a subway, holding your hand. he bit his lip to hide his smile to little avail. you hid your own behind your hand, trying to avoid eye contact with the businessman judging you in the corner and the nurse resting against the window. that was the night arisu knew: he never wanted to let you go.
but that day felt like lifetimes ago. years had passed since that moment. now, arisu stood in that same, empty subway with a pit in his stomach and the promise of death awaiting.
the subway arrives quietly. it comes to a slow stop on its wheels; the machinery sighing beneath its own weight. behind him, arisu shares a nervous glance with shion. she simply shrugs her shoulders, looking towards the opened doors.
“do we go on?” natsu asks. she glances around the group for confirmation that doesn’t come. “i mean, the doors are open.”
tetsu is the one who moves first. with a deep sigh, he warners forwards, taking a step onto the subway. “no sense in staying here,” he says. silently, arisu follows. he steps over the gap, following tetsu into the car. the others filter in as well, grabbing onto the handrails or leaning against the walls.
the game was simple enough. move between subway cars. wear a gas mask. decide between life or death. arisu bites his tongue. lets others speak. pushes his thoughts of you away just long enough to focus on the game. there has to be a way to win, after all. the creators don’t leave anything simply to chance.
it had started easy. put the mask on, insert the canister, hold your breath. arisu keeps his eyes trained on the caged canary, letting the little yellow bird confirm their decisions. it was easier than watching the newfound friends he had made. makino squeezes her eyes shut each time, clinging to the cool metal railing. rei pretends to be unaffected, but he can see how her hands tremble slightly. nobu stands perfectly still, eyes closed, but breathing steadily, as if he’s accepted his fate.
the doors fly open with a crash as the gas clears. arisu blinks. the bird lays on the bottom of the cage - dead. two more cars. one canister left. arisu waits for a few moments, then removes his mask. the others follow suit, hesitantly taking in small breaths of the air. then-
“arisu!” it’s you. your voice almost sounds foreign after days of missing you. the sound is so quiet he almost misses it. the wind beating against the subway’s doors echoes throughout the tunnel, loud enough that it drowns out almost every other noise but you persist. you yell louder now. desperate. “arisu!”
arisu’s eyes widen. his heart leaps into his throat. his breath catches as he gasps, stumbling towards the gap in the door. he barely remembers to grab onto the railing, clumsily holding it with one hand.
the wind sounds louder than ever when he leans out of the doors, desperate to be closer to you. you’re wearing the clothes you had left in that morning, though now they’re more tattered and dirty. you scramble towards the doors, mimicking his own actions. you reach your hand out, reaching towards him.
arisu blinks his tears away. he thinks of tempting fate - jumping across the gap despite everything that tells him he won’t make it there - but quickly abandons the idea. there’s no sense in being dead. especially not here.
your fingertips just barely brush against his own. after so long, your touch feels electric. and then, just as soon as it was there, it’s ripped away once again.
it happens in a flash. “watch out!” nobu’s voice rings in arisu’s ears. there’s a pair of arms around his middle, tugging him backwards. arisu only catches a flash of the pillar the subway blows past. the tracks split around it, sending your subway turning to the side whilst arisu’s continues barrelling forwards.
“no!” arisu scrambles back to his feet, but it’s too late. your subway is gone, replaced now by a flashes of the wall as it rushes past. he takes a shaky breath, leaning his head against the side of the subway doors. “no,” he whispers.
hesitantly, nobu rests his hand against arisu’s shoulder. he offers a few comforting pats. arisu appreciates the gesture despite how awkward and stilted the movement is. “it’s okay, arisu,” nobu says. “we’ll find them again.”
“he’s right,” makino is by his side now, kneeling down on her knees. she holds her hands out as she coaxes arisu back to his feet in that comforting way only she can. her hands feel warm despite the cold air. “we won’t stop looking, i promise. but we need to go, now.”
arisu’s chest tightens. he grits his teeth, standing up on shaky legs despite himself. he can’t give up now. not when he’s this close. “okay,” he nods. “let’s go.”
notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! so happy s3 is finally here, kento yamazaki how i love you so, getting back into my aib phase prepare to be sick of me, title from NCT U - faded in my last song
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I really like how Ryuji’s disability is treated in AIB because from my view it’s just treated as a part of his character and not his entire character, AND it isn’t ever exploited as a disadvantage against him. Like in the game with the lasers, his wheelchair actually gives him an advantage because he’s lower to the ground and can more easily duck to avoid the lasers. And he’s also never helpless and is fully capable of fending for himself, like how his training of his upper body strength allows him to jump across to the other train in the train game. I thought that was really smart! And as for his character and personality, his disability has nothing to do with how the show constructs it. Him being disabled doesn’t influence or change the fact that he’s shady and obsessed with death and has been Usagi to achieve his own goals. It’d be the same even if he didn’t have a wheelchair.
OH MY FLIPIN GOSH i luv your chishiya headconanos so much. i Hope ur working on more of them. but like u should do arisu headconanos (pls pls pls i beg). um can u do like the headconanon like where like voyerism type(w arisu). but like extend that into like a fic. also u so funny i was laughing so much when you said"(cough...arisu..cough)"(srry im not gonna write the whole thing im way to lazy..) anyways also u should tell us what other dramas u have watched for like more fics and hcs. THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR TIME HAVE A GREAT DAY LOVE❤️
-🎵anon
ofcc, thank you so much! thinking abt making a post just to list all the media i’m willing to create works for.
cw: filth NSFW! arisu’s lowk a little pervert! (cuck?) virgin switch arisu! in-toxicated sex! dom-subish dynamic! male/female masturbation! dubious content! dacryphilia! oral! lil breeding! lowk mommy kink! chishiya cameo! lol voyerism (alludes of threesome) w chishiya! switch afab reader! takes place in the borderlands (bc i will only do this trope unless specified for an au)!
a/n: its 2:23 am and im OVULATING. erm was surprised to realize the chishiya headcanons had accumulated a generous amount of likes for a first ever post. i’m sorry babes but I have NOT even started s3 yet, i know, sue my ass. so this is primarily based on the loser s1 & s2 arisu is. stated once again, english is not my first language—deepest apologies to the native speakers who will notice how poor my grammatical structures are. litr dk how to write headcanons so this is going to be in an odd format. very OOC!!! but we ball.
arisu ryohei truly believes that the most favorable day in his entire existence is when he had first met you. try to implement or argue about the importance of other events—he doesn’t care, if you’re not part of it, it’s irrelevant.
he’s a loser, a pathetic man who couldn’t fathom existing without you.
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ʚɞ arisu ryohei awkwardly smiled at you from across the pool, waiting faithfully for a response. and maybe you were the asshole for not waving back at him, but honestly you had every single right to. this man has been chasing you like a contagious plague since you’ve entered the beach. he thinks he’s being inconspicuous, but being 5’10 offers obvious disadvantages to stalking, you caught onto him fairly fast.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei would take any opportunity to be with you. coincidentally, if you informed anyone that you’re planning to play one of the games tonight, suddenly he’s in the same exact game as you, with a multitude of days still left on his visa. you assume he’s been listening to your conversations, or that word gets around fast—either way, it’s beyond weird. you’d also heard, through the usual stream of gossip, that this lovelorn, gawky boy was incredibly intelligent, and that he’d somehow been selected to sit in on meetings with executives. how shocking. and, according to the same hearsay, he apparently had some kind of ridiculous obsession with you. how shocking again. your not even sure how such an atrocious rumor started, but everyone at the beach knows, and it’s unbelievably embarrassing for both of you.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei admires you from afar, watching—staring—so intensely. he’s determined to protect you, but from a distance. and yet he knows he can’t approach you just yet; he’d probably scare you off. so he relies on being a casual wallflower, doing whatever he can to keep you safe in this treacherous, heated environment. though, of course, he eventually had to step in during one situation…
arisu witnesses an official being much too physical with you. it’s disgusting, it irks him immensely that anyone has the audacity to touch—let alone talk to his girl. you’re slightly plastered, vulnerable to any malicious intent. he reluctantly stands up for you, approaching the guy and informing that, you—his dearest ‘girlfriend’, had way too much to drink tonight. ryohei advices the official to leave, as he was going to take you back to your hotel room soon. the other man refuses, saying that he’d prefer to walk you back. arisu wasn’t born yesterday, he sees the charming facade and can infer the malevolent purposes seeping through the fissures.
arisu pulls you from where you were perched, bonding his hand to your waist. you’re giggling, finding the whole dilemma hilarious in your hazed mind, “arisu…where are we going?”. he finds your drunken state oddly endearing, but he’s determined to make sure you don’t say anything you’ll regret later, “i’m taking you back to your room.”
“but i wanna go back to yours, arisu”.
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nsfw!
ʚɞ the only sounds that were omitted from his room were the lewd arrange of fervent moaning and obscene gushing. this was his most wildest dream, unraveling infront of his wide eyes as he was in your guts.
ʚɞ being recently celibate had made you reach your breaking point. and having this man completely whipped for you was just so tempting, you couldn’t resist him. he had those pleading eyes that spoke silently, begging you to fuck him.
ʚɞ prior, you implored him to stay with you, asking if he would let you rest on his bed. arisu absurdly declined, as he could infer he wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully with your body lying next to his.
your suggestion flustered him, sensing the innuendo behind your enticing honeyed words, “i-i don’t know.”
you laughed, feeling amused from teasing this absolute virgin, “c’monnn i know you want to. i’m so lonely at night arisu”, you pouted, “i need you”.
he knows that you’re not alone at night, he hears you. occasionally he puts his ear to your door just to listen to your pretty little whimpers as you get pounded by another desperate man. or when you’re actually desolate after dark, and you’re flustered in your sheets and need any type of relief, he listens to it like his most favorable music. it’s like his personal favorite song—he could replay it forever.
ʚɞ eventually and willingly he ends up giving in, letting himself go underneath your touch. his heart hammers underneath his chest as you let yourself trail your hand down his sternum to his stomach. you dip your fingers under his swimming trunks—tantalizing—teasing him.
he’s whining, he’s whining because he’s sexually frustrated and just wants your pretty hands wrapped around his thick cock.
“it hurts, ngh h-hurts so f’cking bad”, now he’s whimpering because his dick is just so painfully hard pressing against it’s own cloth confinements.
ʚɞ you ride him untill he breaks, which unfortunately doesn’t take too long, he’s humbly inexperienced. arisu has his fingernails sharp into your plush hips as you keep relentlessly bouncing, ass rippling against his pelvis.
“you…d-don’t have to do this”, he’s exceedingly embarrassed, petrified at the thought of you doing this out of pity. his chest tightens, stomach knotting with a sick mix of dread and humiliation, and excitement.
“‘mhm…i want to though, you feel sooo good baby”, the bed was creaking from your movements, slamming down onto his cock repeatedly. you maintain a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moments of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with your tongue lolling past your lips, "you’re into that?" you huff softly before glancing back at him, "y-you want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"
“y-yes! s-slow down! f-fuck i’m gonna”, he grabs onto your loins and starts repeatedly thrusting up into you, “g-gonna cum in you...” he adjusted his dominant hand from your hip to your neck, squeezing it gently.
you nodded repeatedly, “pleasee arisu, fill me up”
he throws his head back, shutting his eyes tight as he climaxes, painting your insides. he’s gasping, the air climbing through his narrow lungs as he claws for his next relinquished breath. euphoria claims his nerves, as you clench around him tightly, milking every last drop. you collapse onto him, digging your face into his neck to leave gentle open mouth kisses upon his flushed skin.
he’s so pussy-drunk. mouth open still gasping in immense astonishment of how his first time was so tremendously perfect. he mumbles his affectionate confession, “i- i love you, so much.”
“oh?”
ʚɞ arisu ryohei received his greatest desire for one night, but that wasn’t enough to satiate his lasting hunger for you. he still needs you, he craves you.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei masturbates constantly to the thought of you, it consumes most of his precious time. such a fucking gooner.
schlk, schlk ,schlk. the wet provocative plaps being audible from the hallway outside his room. "so close.. need—fuck—more." arisu picks up his pace, his fist working faster up and down his cock, pre dripping out with every sudden movement. as soon as he's right there, he stops. edging himself they way he’d imagine you would. his legs quake at the sudden loss of stimulation. he’s fighting with his sheets, holding it like a lifeline. "need you s'bad, baby..need y-you here.." he flutters his eyelids shut as he prepares to continue, fist pumping slow as he starts up again then moving faster, increasing his speed. "please—fuck! i'll be such a good boy f'you.." his jaw slacks ever so slightly as he moans out for you, calling out your name which feels like a prayer against his tongue. he reaches his climax, cum spilling out of his twitching achy cock as it leaks onto his chiseled stomach and veiny hands. he huffs breathlessly, sweat dripping down his collarbone.
the roles have turned, and now you’re the one listening to his desperate, futile whines from behind the door. your empathy betrays you; pity swells until you can’t ignore it any longer. you cut through his cries, pushing the door open and slipping inside before shutting it behind you.
“holy shit—um hi! sorry I was uhm…”, he’s flustered; so fucking embarrassed that you have to see him like this. he quickly covers his erection with the thin sheets that he’d pull from the mattress in despair, clutching the comforter.
you only laugh at his shame, getting off on that idiotic discombobulated look on his face.
he’s perplexed, but there’s a sense of curious excitement pumping in his blood. you remain silent, untying your bikini skillfully from behind, and letting it fall to the floor. the air is cold; frigid—arousing goosebumps the both of you can feel. his eyes remain inseparable from your bare skin, admiring your body as he gulps, thick adam’s apple being swallowed repeatedly in his throat.
“i think you um-dropped something.”
“whoops.”
you lower yourself on the bed, crawling to where he lay, as he quickly sat up—pushing his back against the bedframe; attempting to make as much distance as possible. your eyes trace down onto the growing bulge under the white sheets—how cute.
“why’d you stop touching yourself?”
arisu’s slightly irritated by your provoking comment. what’s the objective of asking him these inquires if you’re not going to help him?
he whines, “i wasn’t!”
your tone is condescending, dripping with lust, “there’s no denying it, c’mon.”
he’s retaliating back, frustrated and still so aroused under the thin sheets. “yeah…fine i was. okay?”
“nothing to be ashamed about”, you trail your hand to his face caressing his cheek , “you want me to help you?”
he inclined bashfully, "please."
"that's not how you ask properly, is it?"
his face flushed a bright fuchsia. heat burned his cheeks as he avoided your gaze, mumbling words he instantly regretted—but still wanted so badly. “please touch me m-mommy, please make me feel good.”
you gently kissed his pouty wet lips, “my good boy.”
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ʚɞ arisu ryohei is so infatuated with you, every single sense of even your imperfections bring pleasure into his life. even your smallest gestures made his heart race. like that, even while you’re doing relatively innocent things, his perverted mind won’t stop turning your little actions filthy.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei, who’s biggest unattainable dream is to be inside of you for eternity, who constantly desires a better universe where its only you and him in existence.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei, who peculiarly has an extremely high sex-drive for such an inexperienced man. he’s conceals it astoundingly, but it crumbles the moment you start teasing him. he can’t even maintain the facade in public, when you often gently touch his crotch to purposefully elicit a reaction—he’s feralllll. if he could take you exposed to everyone in public, he would.
ʚɞ which carries myself to my next statement; arisu is so discreetly possessive. he’s very much insecure because he’s wholeheartedly convinced you are completely out of his league. he’d clawed his way into your attention, inch by inch, so the idea of someone else drifting near you sends a sharp, possessive panic through him. he can’t help it—he watches everyone like a threat. his jealousy isn’t quiet—it claws at him, insistent and irrational. when you talk to anyone, even casually, he seethes—not at you, but at the person daring to speak to you. his jaw tightens until it aches as he stands off to the side, watching every move to make sure nothing goes wrong. he trusts you… but no one else. after what feels like an eternity, he corners you, demanding reassurance like a child, insisting that the conversation was nothing more than harmless friendship. it honestly feels like a clever excuse so you can kiss his forehead and pet his hair, repeating that your only his and not to overthink about it. arisu also utilizes it as a way to prove no man could ever get you off like how he does. it’s relatively true, only his body felt like it was tailored perfectly to yours. every inch, every single mark, every vein.
ʚɞ every inch of arisu is so exceptionally sensitive, and i truly mean every inch. when your hand gently caresses his dick and it twitches, ugh a perfect sight for sore eyes. he can’t last too long for that exact reason, but his stamina is immaculate for you. he’ll keep going and won’t stop until you’re satisfied and stuffed full with his thick cum, even when he’s overstimulated with tears cascading from his eyes. you’ll wipe his tears as he inquires if you’re proud of him for trying so hard to please your insatiable lust for him. he’s so pretty when he cries.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei’s fav position: mating press. he’s manhandling and folding you in half, taking initiative. he pushes your plush thighs so they’re practically touching your shoulders. you just look so breedable bent like that, your leaking precious hole on display for him and only him. the angle makes him hit deeper everytime, his thick tip bullying your abused cervix.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei is determined to know how to properly give oral. unfortunately his inexperience is an obstacle and a clear disadvantage, first time he requested to to go down on you—you laughed at him. so he requests advice from another experienced person who is so willing to teach him how to eat pussy.
when you originally took arisu’s surreal offer, nothing could have prepared you for the aftermath. you’re trembling, twitchy and overstimulated, your thighs ferociously shake around arisu’s ears. you should feel embarrassed, ashamed at the most. the two of them watching you like this—handling you like this— chishiya has one hand splayed on your belly, the other one fisted in arisu’s hair. he had his face delved between your thighs as he ate you out like a starved man.
chishiya’s smirking, getting off to this picture perfect scene, “mmm, arisu—she’s really enjoying herself right now”, he stares down at your writhing body, voice slow, smooth, condescendingly mocking you, “he’s making you feel good, isn’t he?”
your nodding without a second thought, so fucked out already. the brunette forcefully grips onto your thighs, adjusting them above his shoulders as he devours you. you’re scooting up on the bed away from it, the ecstasy being too overbearing. chishiya grabs you holding you in place, “c’mon don’t runaway from it now, take it baby.”
you’re whining, stomach twisting repeatedly into a large unforgiving knot. the blond tilted your chin down, forcing you to watch arisu tongue-fuck you. “suck her clit, she’s sensitive now”.
arisu submitted to his decree, and it felt like your soul was being ommitted from your body, “cumming—im ngh…cumming!” but before the either of you could possibly retaliate, chishiya pulls arisu off of you. ryohei’s lips are coated with your hot slick, soaked. his large brown iris peers up on you, a longing hungry look his in eyes.
chishiya sneers as a lewd idea floods his mind, “kiss her, arisu.” he listened to chishiya’s command immediately, subconscious without a second thought, making out with you. you can taste yourself in his warm mouth. and as he finally disconnects the kiss to catch a labored shaky breath, a solid string of saliva gets detached between your lips. it was prevalent that arisu had already came eating you, but he’s hard once again. you feel it pressing against your inner thigh.
he maneuvers your limp spent body on your hands and knees. arisu wraps a large calloused palm around your neck—as he carefully applies pressure to your tender flesh. he’s applying kisses to your shoulder blade, soothing your frayed nerves. as his other hand latches onto your hip; fingernails leaving soft red indents. his bulbous tip bumps your swollen clit repeatedly, before he enters with a solid thrust. you let out a wanton high-pitched cry, pussy failing to stretch to his abnormally large cock.
chishiya coos, witnessing the large prominent belly bulge. the blonde presses down on it, letting out a silent laugh as you start squirming. arisu’s dick drags upon your gummy walls brutally, hitting that spongy spot that made your eyes roll back repeatedly. ryohei is breathing into your ear, whispering serene praises to ensure you come back to earth.
you’re loud; almost screaming—and chishiya is fedup and nearly jaded from it. he inserts two of his long slender fingers into your mouth, in awe of the way you immediately suckle on them, muffling your sobs. the sensation of arisu gently choking you and chishiya’s fingers down your throat, you’re light headed from both the strangulation and asphyxiation. arisu groans hearing your attempts to take in all the sensations, kissing your earlobe, “doing such a good job for us.” it was fairly ironic that the most overprotective guy you personally know is so willing to share you, but you interpret it as him being mentored, all in good intention that you feel pleasure.
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ʚɞ arisu ryohei has a very weak pullout game let’s be honest. frequently will only cum deep in your womb, because he’s fascinated and so incredibly turned on by watching your sore pussy leak his seed upon his base where the sticky white ring forms. (his other biggest unattainable dream is possibly putting a baby in you one day, when living conditions hopefully return better.) although, if you request him to pullout his ideal spot is on your bare tits.
ʚɞ regarding that, arisu ryohei is a manwhore for titjobs. the concept of fucking your perfect breasts was so foreign yet equally alluring to him. doesn’t even matter the size, he just deems that your chest is beautiful. when laying down he utilizes it as a personal pillow, doubling down as a keen way to listen to your heart beat’s rhythm. also adores biting them and leaving purple marks upon the supple flesh. it’s by far his most favored part of your body, and maybe your thighs.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei is entirely duteous to you, loyalty like a dog. he lingers at your side, ready to follow without any hesitation. he’s so obedient to you and only you, request him for anything and he’s already bestowed it upon you and more, eager unhidden. he’s somewhat a pushover, but he’s assured you’re not taking advantage of his kindness. with you, his boundaries blur; you barely get two words out before he’s nodding, already committed to whatever you ask. he’s agreeing to any mission even if it consists of the extremes on the spectrum, if you want to try something new in bed, he’s already mentally preparing for the absurdity.
ʚɞ arisu ryohei is forever grateful that the borderlands bestowed you upon him, fulfilling his biggest dream. he’s praying and thanking the universe for your existence, and that your his.
a/n: i’m so sorry this took over a week to write i’ve been busy. i litr had to write this while getting my hair and nails done, deepest apologies for my stylist who prob read this w me. but i love torturing myself so i still wanna write more. interactions with this post are appreciated.
