Aventurine, Phainon and Jiaoqiu with a reader that prefers to sleep on the floor during summer, dressed in nothing but their underwear. And if the characters try to cuddle reader, the reader whines and nibbles their hand as a warning. Reader does love them, but when the nights are hot as hell, they dont want anyone touching their hot, sweaty and gross body, not even their beloved bf
Love in the Heatwave
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Jiaoqiu x Reader, Phainon x Reader, Summer Heat, Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship, Domestic Moments, No Touching (Reader’s Choice), Light Angst, Teasing, Mutual Love, Playful Biting, Heatwave Shenanigans, Floor Sleeping, Implied Intimacy, Romantic Comedy.
Warnings: Mentions of heat discomfort and sweating, Physical affection refusal (Lighthearted), Minor body contact avoidance, Reader bites character’s hand as a warning (playful, not harmful), Lightly suggestive banter.
The fan hums weakly from the corner, barely pushing the summer night air around. The floor is the only bearable place to sleep, cool against your bare skin. Your underwear sticks just a little from the heat, and you’re sprawled out in a careful, non-contact zone.
The door clicks open.
You don’t need to look to know it’s Aventurine. You can feel his grin in the dark.
“Oh, darling…” His voice drips with mock tragedy. “Sleeping on the floor like a lost playing card tossed from the table. Where’s the glamour? The romance?”
You groan. “The romance died the second it hit ninety degrees inside.”
He crouches beside you, coat gone, shirt unbuttoned halfway, clearly thinking his usual charm is going to work. “You know, there’s an old gambling superstition—if you sleep alone during summer, luck skips right over you.”
“I’ll risk it.”
“Mmm, but what if I’m your lucky charm?” His hand brushes your shoulder.
You don’t even think about it—you grab his wrist, lift it, and bite him. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make your point.
“Ow—! You animal.” He’s laughing, but you hear the genuine surprise. “Are you… warning me?”
“Yes. It’s gross-hot. I’m sweaty. You’re probably sweaty. I don’t want anyone on me.”
He leans back on his heels, looking down at you with that too-knowing expression. “So you’ll bite me, but you won’t kiss me? Tragic.”
“Aventurine, if you keep trying, I’ll move into the fridge.”
He hums, as though weighing his odds, then sighs in exaggerated defeat. “Fine, fine. I’ll play the long game.” He tosses a light silk scarf onto you like it’s a blanket. “But don’t think this means I’ve folded. I’ll win the next round.”
And as he walks away, you hear him mutter just loud enough, “Even if I have to bring an air conditioner into this apartment…”
The summer heat wraps around you like a second skin. You’ve abandoned the bed entirely, stretched on the cool floorboards, breathing in slow, shallow pulls. The stillness is almost bearable—until the door slides open.
“[Name]?” Phainon’s voice is warm and low, the way he always talks when he’s not sure if you’re awake. “You’re… not in bed.”
“It’s too hot,” you mumble. “Floor’s cooler.”
You hear the soft sound of his boots coming off, then the heavier thump of his sword resting against the wall. “You could’ve told me. I would’ve brought a fan from the marketplace.”
“Mhm,” you say, eyes shut, already knowing where this is going.
There’s a pause. Then the faintest creak of the floor as he kneels beside you. “It feels wrong, sleeping without you near.”
You groan and roll halfway over. “Phainon. No. Don’t.”
“I can just—”
“No.”
“But—”
You reach out, catch his hand, and nibble it. It’s not even a full bite, just a lazy graze of teeth, but it’s enough to make him freeze.
“…Was that… supposed to be a warning?” he asks, amusement tugging at his words.
“Yes. I love you, but if you touch me right now, I’ll melt into a sweaty puddle, and then you’ll have no partner. Just… soup.”
He chuckles, sitting back. “You really think a little heat would stop me if you were in danger?”
“This isn’t danger. This is me asking you nicely not to cuddle.”
Another quiet laugh. “Understood. The hero withdraws… for now.” He shifts away, but not before draping his cape over your arm—a small weight, a familiar scent. “You’re still mine, even if I can’t hold you tonight.”
And when you finally drift toward sleep, you can still hear him, leaning against the wall nearby, humming a tune meant only for you.
The summer night presses down like a heavy blanket. The tatami mat beneath you is cool enough to keep you sane, so long as no one disturbs you. You’re just drifting when you hear the door slide open, and the faint, careful steps you know by heart.
“...You’re not in bed,” Jiaoqiu says softly. There’s no accusation in his tone, just quiet curiosity.
“It’s cooler down here,” you reply. “Beds trap the heat.”
There’s a short hum, the sound he makes when he’s filing away information. “I thought I might… join you.”
You groan into your arm. “Jiaoqiu, it’s too hot for that.”
His footsteps stop just beside you. “I can keep to one side. I don’t need to touch—”
The moment you feel his hand brushing the mat near you, you catch it and give him a gentle nibble. Just enough for him to still.
“…Are you biting me?” His voice tilts with surprise and faint amusement.
“Yes. That’s a warning. Too hot. No touching.”
He chuckles, low and warm. “I wasn’t aware that affection had temperature restrictions.”
“It does. And tonight, it’s at maximum restriction.”
There’s a pause, and then you hear the soft rustle of his robes as he sits down a short distance away. “Very well. I’ll be near, but I won’t intrude.”
True to his word, he doesn’t touch you. Instead, he takes out his feather fan and begins lazily fanning in your direction. The breeze is faint, but it’s enough to keep you from feeling suffocated.
“You really don’t have to—”
“I do,” he interrupts gently. “Because I love you. And because it’s the only way to be close without breaking your… very vivid warning system.”
You laugh, half-asleep. “You’re too good to me.”
“Only in summer,” he says, the faintest tease in his voice. “Come winter, I’ll make certain you regret banning my embrace.”
I ssaw that ur requests are open fr a bit and that u opened zzz requests so imma shoot my shot (hehe)
Harumasa, Seth and maybe Hugo (I don't know much about him but I'm biased cuz he's voiced by Jun fukuyama so sue me XD) or wise (tho I'm not sure about wise since he doesn't have fangs) giving playful love bites whenever they're happy.
Them with their s/o having a good time just staying indoors either playing video games, cuddling, or doing anything fun (maybe an arcade date where they play games together like the mini games in zzz, or an at home candle lit dinner idk XP) and when they feel extremely happy nuzzling up to them, they just give a bite~
And if they hurt, they will do that thing that cats do, where they lick or kiss the area they hurt... Only to chomp elsewhere X3c
~🍮
Affection, but with Teeth
Tags: Harumasa x Reader, Seth x Reader, Hugo x Reader, Fluff, Playful Biting, Domestic Romance, Teasing & Banter, Light Angst (implied backstories), Affectionate Men, Cat-Like Behavior, Established Relationship, Humor.
Warnings: Mild biting (playful, not harmful), Light suggestive teasing (mostly Hugo), Mentions of food/eating (if relevant for food-sensitive readers), Minor swearing (?), Might be ooc.
A/N: Thank you for making another ZZZ request! 🤭🙏 I tried my best... though I probably wrote them very ooc. I've seen that seth has the same va as Alhaitham and hugo's kr va is Dan heng I think, I'm not sure... 🧍♀️
Harumasa wasn’t the type to go out of his way for extravagant dates. He preferred efficiency, and to him, the best kind of date was one that required minimal effort but maximum enjoyment. So when you suggested a cozy day indoors, playing games and just lounging around, he had no objections.
You sat on the couch, controller in hand, as the two of you played through one of the many arcade-style games from Random Play. Harumasa, half-laying across your lap with his own controller lazily balanced on his stomach, let out a small yawn. "If I win this round, you have to go make coffee for me," he murmured, eyes half-lidded yet still calculating his next move.
"Oh, is that so?" You smirked. "And if I win?"
"You get bragging rights."
"That’s a terrible deal."
Before you could argue further, he launched a sneak attack in the game, completely wiping your character out. Harumasa gave a satisfied hum, stretching lazily as he turned to look at you with a smug grin. "Looks like you’re making coffee—"
Chomp.
You yelped when you felt sharp teeth gently press against your shoulder. He didn’t bite too hard, just enough to make you flinch, and before you could react, he lazily licked the same spot in a mock attempt to soothe it.
"You—!"
But just as you were about to scold him, he struck again—this time on your wrist, grinning against your skin. "Mmm. You taste like victory."
"You menace."
"Hm? I’m just expressing my joy in the most efficient way." His voice was laced with amusement, and he gave one last, playful nibble before settling back into your lap like nothing happened. "Now, about that coffee…"
Going to the arcade with Seth was always a fun experience—he was passionate, competitive, and absolutely terrible at keeping a low profile. He wasn’t the best at stealth games, but give him a fighting or racing game, and he would pour his entire soul into it.
"Alright, final round!" Seth declared, gripping the arcade controls with unshakable determination. "If I win, I get the last slice of pizza when we get home!"
"Deal," you agreed, smirking.
The match was intense, pixelated characters clashing in a battle of reflexes and skill. You held your own, but Seth had sheer enthusiasm on his side, and in a dramatic final move, he won.
"YES!" He practically jumped in place, tail flicking behind him in excitement. "Did you see that?! I actually pulled it off!"
You chuckled, watching him vibrate with happiness—then yelped as he suddenly leaned in and gave a quick, playful chomp to your shoulder.
"Seth!"
He blinked at you, ears twitching, before quickly pressing a kiss to the same spot. "Sorry! I didn’t mean to bite that hard!"
"...So you admit that was on purpose?"
"Uhhh," he hesitated, then suddenly chomp—this time on your wrist.
"Seth!"
He laughed, pulling back slightly but keeping his hands on yours. "I dunno, I just got so happy! You don’t get mad when cats do it!"
"Yeah, but you’re not a cat, Seth."
"Debatable," he grinned.
You sighed, rubbing your wrist with mock exasperation before ruffling his hair. He purred—actually purred—and leaned into your touch. "Fine, you win. Enjoy your last slice of pizza."
"Hell yeah!"
(But the moment he looked away, you took a sneaky bite of his pizza anyway. He totally deserved it.)
Spending a quiet evening with Hugo was always a refined yet subtly mischievous experience. He had a way of making even the simplest moments feel elegant, yet you knew better than to let your guard down entirely.
Tonight, he had surprised you with a beautifully set dinner—candlelight flickering against fine wine glasses, soft classical music playing in the background. It was almost too perfect, and you gave him a knowing look. "Are you trying to impress me?"
"Would it be so wrong if I was?" Hugo smirked, sipping his wine with effortless grace. "Besides, I rather enjoy treating you to things like this."
Dinner went smoothly, filled with pleasant conversation and the occasional flirtation. But it was when you made an offhand comment about how charming he looked under candlelight that he tilted his head with a playful gleam in his sharp eyes.
"Oh? Flattery, my dear?"
"It’s not flattery if it’s true," you teased.
He chuckled, leaning closer across the table. "Then allow me to show my appreciation."
Before you could react, he gently took your wrist, bringing it to his lips. And then—
Chomp.
It wasn’t painful, just a teasing press of his fangs against your skin, but the suddenness of it made you yelp. "Hugo!"
He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the spot he bit, only to immediately sink his teeth into another spot higher up your arm.
You shot him a glare. "You’re doing that on purpose."
"Of course I am," he admitted shamelessly, smirking. "It’s rather endearing how you react."
"You’re lucky you’re charming."
"That is the general consensus," he mused. "Now, would you like dessert? I promise not to bite."
"Liar."
He simply chuckled, reaching for your hand once more.
