Summary: Korekiyo has been off in the field researching for the past few weeks. You two make it a habit to call frequently, but it's hard not to miss each other more... intimately, as well.
A/N: Hope you enjoy!! I've missed writing my fav v3 lad lol
Word count: ~1.9k
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The sharp, familiar chime of your phone rang out from its place on your bed. You quickly abandoned your night routine, rushing out of the bathroom and towards the ringing. Your cheeks were still speckled with drops of water from the shower, eyelashes clumped together and glimmering in the dim lighting of your room. You were, thankfully, already dressed, though the cold droplets still ran down your neck and soaked into the neck of the fabric.
“Shit, shit–!” you cursed softly as you nearly tripped over a stray shoe, whirling away from the hazard to hastily stumble towards your bed. You hastily wiped the palms of your hands against your bottoms to dry your hands, snatching the phone from your bed. You were sure your face lit up at the familiar picture of Korekiyo on the screen, a swell of excitement forming in your chest.
“Kore?” you called his name hesitantly as the camera connected, still loading.
“Ah, there you are, dear,” his smooth voice flowed through the phone as his camera finally connected, revealing his rumpled morning hair and drooping eyelids from his recent sleep. You grinned at the sight, taking in the rarer sight of him disheveled before his voice sounded again, “Just out of the shower, I presume?”
Just as you processed his words, another cool drop of water slipped from your cheek down your neck. You laughed a bit, running a hand through your hair as you responded, “Oh! Yeah, you caught me mid night routine.”
“Ah, apologies, love; however, if I may, you look… divine right now,” his voice dropped easily into a low purr, his head tilting as his gaze trailed over your features appreciatively.
The compliment sent a rush of heat through your form and you could feel warmth already filling your cheeks. You bit your lip with a chuckle, waving him off with a flustered grin, “Oh my God, stop–”
“And miss seeing you so flustered? Never, dear,” he retorted easily. You could almost hear the smug look on his face as he watched you, trailing a hand through his hair, “Mm, speaking of…”
You paused, humming curiously as you turned your attention back to the screen. His camera had shifted slightly, the rustling of fabric muffling his microphone. He was wearing a thin pajama shirt, hair still ruffled from his sleep moments ago. You tilted your head as you heard his smooth chuckle over the receiver.
“You see, dear, I have a bit of a… problem,” he purred, eyelids drooping invitingly as the camera tilted down slightly. You barely saw the tip of the tent in his pants before he moved the camera back up to his face with a fake gasp, eyes widened in mock embarrassment. “Oh my! I sincerely apologize, my love… your beauty entrances me, love. It’s difficult to… control myself,” his voice trailed into a lower tone, inspecting your expression as he spoke.
Your jaw dropped open as you processed what you’d just seen, eyes widening as heat inflamed your cheeks. “Wh– K-Kore–” you sputtered, covering your face with your hands as he chuckled.
“Forgive me, dearest, truly… I simply can’t help myself when you answer looking as delectable as you do,” he sighed innocently, head tilted, “...Especially after the dream that plagued me last night.”
You paused, fingers slipping down your cheeks to peek at the screen, “...Dream?”
The brief crinkle of his eyes showed satisfaction at you taking the bait, and he sighed innocently once more before resting his cheek on his palm. “Oh, yes. The most wonderful dream, Y/N,” he murmured, “Are you intrigued?”
You bit your lip beneath your palms, feeling your chest tighten at the glint in his eyes. A familiar heat had already started to throb in your core, making you shift slightly to ease the persistent beat. Your words caught in your throat, torn between sputtering in a flustered manner and actually answering his question. Apparently you’d taken too long, for he cleared his throat gently to grab your attention once more.
When your gaze flicked back to him, his expression (or what you could see of it) was considerably softer, eyebrows pulling up to brighten his expression, “Have I overstepped? I apologize–”
“No!” you cut him off, watching as his eyebrows twitched up in surprise before you continued, “Um– I–... tell me.” You averted your gaze briefly, chewing on the inside of your lip.
His expression changed immediately, mask stretching with the grin hidden behind the fabric as he chuckled, “Very well, then. Mm… where to start?” He tapped his chin with his finger in mock thought, “Ah, yes… Well, my love, I believe it began when I walked into your room and you were beautifully wrapped in the deepest red silk, wound carefully around your wrists, your ankles, your gorgeous breasts...”
You swallowed hard, heart racing as his melodic voice slowly painted a picture for you. He trailed off once he saw your expression, eyes crinkling in amusement as you encouraged him onward, “...And then?”
“And then,” he continued, lowering the camera ever-so-slightly to allow you a glimpse at the straining tent in his pants once more, “I began to unwrap you, of course. How could I not, with the obvious care you put into my present? Though, quite unfortunately, love, the dream ended there… Such a shame, hm?” He sighed dramatically, though you saw the twitch of his smirk beneath his mask, “I was left yearning for you with no reprieve.”
“I could help you with that,” you offered in a sudden boost of confidence, swallowing hard as you let your hands drop to your lap, “If you– if you want?” You continued after a moment, wincing at the slight quiver in your voice, heart pounding in your ears.
“Oh, love,” he cooed, expression lighting up, “You truly are too sweet to me. Yes, I would adore your help.”
You paused briefly, considering your next move before shifting the camera back, letting him see your full criss-crossed form, settled comfortably on the bed. You took a deep breath, calming your racing heart before carefully unfolding your legs, placing the bottoms of your feet flat on the bed as you leaned back onto your palms.
Though embarrassment flooded your body from the exposing pose (even if you were already dressed, albeit in pajamas), any nerves left in your body left the second you heard Korekiyo sigh softly, shifting his own camera back to reveal his arousal for you.
You watched as he carefully rubbed his bulge over his pants, his eyes raking appreciatively over your body before he murmured, “There you are. Breathtaking, as always.”
You wasted no time in slipping your own hand down your torso, fingers wiggling under the hem of your pajama bottoms. He watched with keen interest, palm momentarily pausing as you let out a shaky breath. The pads of your fingers found your clit easily, working it slowly and gently, imagining Korekiyo’s nimble fingers.
“J-just how you would,” you breathed, eyes fluttering as your hips bucked into your hand, moving teasingly slow. You heard a low moan from Korekiyo, and when you opened your eyes his hand had snaked beneath his bottoms. You saw his fist move beneath the fabric, slow and languid, though the way his breath was hitching told you he was much more excited than he let on.
“Just like me, hm?” he repeated breathlessly, “Speed up for me then, won’t you?”
A moan escaped your lips as you acquiesced, now starting to rub circles over your sensitive nub. You watched his head tip back at the noise, a low sigh mixed with a groan emitting from the speaker as his hips twitched. “Mm, there it is, keep going, love,” he nearly whispered, panting lightly, “Oh, you haven’t the slightest idea how much I missed you.”
“Tell me,” you encouraged him breathily, allowing your hips to grind against your fingers when his gaze met yours, “T-tell me, please.”
“I’ve missed your moans, your pleas,” he continued, the movement hidden under his bottoms hastening, “The-...” he cut himself off with a soft gasp as, you assumed, his thumb rubbed over the head of his cock, “The way you squirm underneath me, how debauched you look after I make you cum on my fingers… Oh, love, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look when you cum?”
A choked whimper forced its way out of your lips, hips bucking as another wave of heat flushed through your body. “Kore–” you began, but he cut you off with a soft, breathy chuckle.
“You look divine,” he continued, the skin just above his mask beginning to flush as he grew closer to his own orgasm, “Watching your mind blank the moment you tip over that edge, your body writhing, how your walls tighten around my cock so deliciously–”
You felt yourself growing closer to the edge, thighs trembling as your fingers rubbed fervently over your swollen clit. Your eyes were trained on the way his fist worked under his pants; the way his eyes fluttered with each stroke let you know he was just as close as you were.
“I’m… close,” he moaned softly, eyes locking with yours, “You are too, aren’t you?”
You felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen at his words, biting your lip harshly as you whined, quickening your pace on your clit. “That’s it, relax, love. You’re so close,” he encouraged you, leaning forward to see you more clearly as he pumped himself fervently.
You came with a cry of his name, back snapped into an arch as pleasure flooded through your body, wave after wave drowning you in a haze. You watched Korekiyo’s eyes roll back, his form stiffening visibly before a low moan escaped him. His hips bucked into his hand, stilling momentarily before pumping once more as he came alongside you.
You shuddered as you came down from your high, hips still weakly grinding against your fingers in an attempt to prolong the ebbing pleasure. You watched Korekiyo’s body slacken on the screen, relaxing back into his bed with a heavy sigh. Chests heaving, it was silent for a few moments as you both recovered from the daze.
“...I miss you,” you murmured after a moment, slipping your hand out of your bottoms with a weak smile sent his way.
His expression softened immediately, an adoring sigh leaving his masked lips as he shifted closer to the screen, “And I, you. In two weeks we’ll be reunited, my love, I promise.” You hummed in response, murmuring a soft “yeah” before he spoke again, “I love you, dear.”
A smile stretched across your face immediately and you chewed on the inside of your cheek, “I love you too, Kore.”
“I assume you’d like me to stay on call while you fall asleep?” he asked breathlessly, sliding his hand out of his pants and shifting to grab a tissue. You nodded, sitting up and rolling off the bed with a low groan, legs sore from tensing.
“If you don’t mind?” you asked sheepishly, rummaging in your drawer for a new pair of underwear.
“I never do,” he promised, tossing the tissue off screen, “I’m going to shower, love. I’ll keep you on so you can hear the water running, hm?” Fabric ruffled past the microphone as he grabbed his phone, taking it with him to the bathroom.
Climbing back into your cozy bed, you snuggled beneath your blanket, placing your phone beside you on the pillow. Your eyes began to drift shut as you listened to him hum to himself, the familiar sound of the shower starting soothing you into a comfortable sleep.
Hey it's Treat again! Totally fine, I'm sorry I didn't see it.
Could I get Mikan and Hajime taking care of an s/o that got sick due to stress then? (seperately, and I checked this time!)
Thank you. <3
Its totally fine! Sometimes people miss it and that's okay
I added Shuichi cus he was in your last request and he isn't here so yeah, hope thats okay
Enjoy your hcs !! ♡♡
Mikan, Hajime, and Shuichi taking care of their sick s/o due to stress
【Mikan Tsumiki】
• Mikan overall is really just a worry wart when it comes to you. She's always about the 'what if' and stuff like that
• Also she's also always on your back about saying how you should rest or giving suggestions to things if you happen to look a little too pale or are more sleepier than usual
• She doesn't mind taking care of you and will even try to help release all this stress that ended up making you sick (since stress lowers your immune system which causes you to get sick easier)
• Expect a semi-lecture about how you really gotta take things more slowly and ways to relieve stress, like meditating, taking a deep breath, etc.
• Mikan really just wants the best for you. She understood stress as she is always helping everyone daily whether they are hurt or need any sort of medical advice
• Also she secretly hopes she isn't the cause of your stress. She knows she probably isn't but the thought of it being so worries her.
• At least in the end you get some kisses and snuggles with her so yay
【Hajime Hinata】
• Hajime isn't really the best at helping someone when they're sick minus telling a few basic things, so he'd end up getting Mikan to help take care of you
• He did notice that you've been stressed lately, though not knowing the actual cause of said stress, he didn't bring it up only because he felt like it wasn't exactly his place to say something
• Mikan gave him a small list of things that could help relieve stress and gave you some medicine for your sickness before she left (all Hajime did was just stand next to you while Mikan did her work lol)
• Hajime has the tendency to play with your hair or your fingers while he's nervous (usually at least sometimes its just for fun) so once he does either of those things you gotta calm him down before reassuring that its alright
• He also ended up going on a tangent about the first things that came to his mind and you'd listen to it all till you fell asleep
• Expect to way up with him holding you in his arms because he was worried, and that he will help you relieve your stress so you getting sick like this doesn't happen again
【Shuichi Saihara】
• Shuichi is probably one of the people who understands about how it is to be so stressed you end up getting sick. I bet it happened to him multiple times
• He is often stressed out because of his like of work, and people often rely on his talent to help them with their problems or to confirm an answer surely no one wants to hear. This often ends up with him neglecting his well-being for the sake of others
• When you are sick because of if, Shuichi is just going back n forth to make sure you are getting the care and rest you need. He'd give you a healthy snacks that you can hopefully stomach down or maybe warm milk or tea
• He makes sure there is no disturbance once you fall asleep so you get a good rest and takes care of your work so you'll be a little more stress-free
• Basically he kinda just mothers you, but he truly does mean well about it. Shuichi knows stress all too well
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↳ ੈ‧₊˚ These three are all just worry warts for their s/o
also man do I love posting late because that's the only time I'm able to write
These were fun to write !! Feel free to request again ^^
Can you write something possibly with a fem reader and gonta where she keeps catching him staring at her tits or butt and eventually confronts him ??? If not I'm totally cool w it!! Also pls stay safe!!! Corona scary!!! -🌸
Now this is what I’m talking about fam. You. You get me. -Mod Cordyceps
Gonta did his best to be a gentleman with you. He pulled your chair out for you when you went to sit down. He opened the car door for you whenever the two of you went somewhere. He always offered his arm for you to link with when you walked. His heart swelled with pride and affection when you giggled and thanked him for his chivalry.
“Gonta want to be gentleman for his lady!” he said proudly, blushing from your praise.
However, your acknowledgement of his efforts made the guilt run that much deeper when he found himself looking at you in...ungentlemanly ways.
Last week, he had been holding a bug which had flown out of his hands suddenly and landed on the floor. Ever loving of him and his hobby, you bent down and scooped the beetle gently into your hands. He had hoped you hadn’t heard him stutter, as the tiny shorts you’d been wearing on the hot day left little to his imagination, which was already more primal than he was willing to acknowledge. You just looked so soft and plump and Stop it Gonta. He shook his head in defiance of his instincts, quickly thanking you and putting the beetle back in its terrarium.
You had heard him stutter. You had noticed the blush in his face when you gave the beetle back. You had noticed the growing bulge in his pants when you handed him the beetle back. You giggled when he turned around to replace the beetle. He heard you, biting his cheek anxiously.
Or last night, he had taken you to dinner at a nice restaurant. You had taken a chance and worn something more low-cut than you normally did, especially around Gonta. You saw his red eyes flick back and forth, meeting anywhere but your gaze. You had leaned up on the table, pressing your breasts together.
“Do you like what you see, Gonta?” you smirked at him.
“G-Gonta think you look very pretty! You always look pretty!”
So he’s not gonna admit it. You smiled and had your meal in peace without further prodding.
Gonta had taken you back to your apartment, and you convinced him to walk you upstairs and stay for a while. You had both sat down on your couch, and you put on one of the bug documentaries he loved so much, before curling up into his arm. He blushed and squeezed your side.
You were watching the documentary, more or less. Gonta had already seen this one, and his gaze kept drifting downward where your breasts were pressed together against his chest. He gulped and tried to focus on the tv once more, but not before you caught him staring and raised an eyebrow at him. He jerked his head away almost comically. Oh no, Gonta gentleman, Gonta gentleman...
“Gonta, honey,” you said, pausing the show. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
“N-no, Gonta just...” he stuttered, trying to think of a plausible excuse. You sighed and slid into his lap, straddling him while he squirmed.
“Gentlemen don’t keep secrets, Gonta,” you purred at him, running your fingers over his chest. “Especially not from their ladies.”
His face went crimson and he shut his eyes.
“Gonta is sorry! Gonta...been looking at you...in ungentlemanly ways. Gonta loves you so, so much, but he can’t help but notice how...” He trailed off, opening his eyes slightly to meet your gaze. “Tempting...you are...” He put his hand on his face in embarrassment.
“Gonta, baby, I’m not upset!” you said, gently tugging his hand off his face. “I just, well...you don’t have to undress me with your eyes,” His breath hitched and his red eyes blew wide, but you could tell from the growing, solid length between your legs that he wasn’t disliking this. “You have these nice, strong hands you could use instead,” you whispered, placing his hand on your waist, and slowly trailing it up your ribs. He gasped and shivered when his hands brushed the underside of your breast, his eyelids fluttering.
“Gonta...ngh...” he didn’t seem to be able to make a sentence. “Are you sure...?” His resolve was weakening; you could feel his fingers twitching against your skin through your shirt, wanting more, wanting to grope and grab you and kiss you-
You didn’t answer, but instead leaned back to peel your shirt up over your shoulders and toss it behind you, before pulling his hand back up and placing it full on your breast. Gonta couldn’t take his eyes off the exposed skin and his hand gave a gentle, tentative squeeze. His eyelids dropped low over his crimson eyes as he gazed at you, pupils growing wide with lust, in conjunction with the aching in his pants which had grown much too tight underneath you.
You leaned forward and kissed him hard, pressing your chest against his as he groaned into your mouth, taking the initiative to shove his tongue between your lips. You knew you’d broken some kind of barrier; he’d never been this forward with you, which was saying something for him.
“Gonta...” he murmured between kisses, kneading the skin on your hip with one hand, squeezing one breast with the other. “Wants you.”
You took his large hands in yours and placed them behind you on your back, against your bra strap. “If you want me Gonta, then take me.” You breathed into his ear, kissing his neck.
His hands fumbled for a moment, and you felt him take a deep breath beneath you before you heard the clasp come undone.
boooo !! lazy days are the worst >:(( get up and so something lazies - mod kokichi
[ R A N T A R O ]
- lazy days ? ah, you mean the best days ever
- alright, maybe they’re not as exciting as adventuring a new town in a country you didn’t even know how to pronounce the name of
- but these days were best in terms of relaxation
- most of your lazy days were in hotels
- since he’s a little rich, he had no problem spending a bit of extra cash to get the finer hotels
- you were given the pleasure of life to lounge around in tulle boudoir robes while roaming the hallways like a ghost
- and rantaro, well, he was probably reading quietly on the bed
- you arrived back at the suite after going for “ some food “ ( aka you went to walk around and feel like a god/dess )
- & he was still reading the same book he was when you left, so you figured it was cuddling time
- and that’s usually how lazy days go by
- there are days where rantaro just wants to curl up in a bed and read a book
- so that’s what he will do
- of course, he doesn’t ignore you. if you want his attention, you have it
- those lazy days are usually spent with you two enjoying the silence of each other, instead of the excitement of exploring somewhere new
[ M O N D O ]
- it’s not often that you get some time to be with him on your own
- most of the time he’s out with the gang doing god knows what
- sometimes you accompany him, sometimes you don’t
- other times, neither of you go out & you can stay huddled together in the bed all day
- and those days where you don’t do anything are your favorites
- he never really was the kind of guy to shy back away from any show of affection, although his version of affection may be a bit more brash than other’s ideas
- pretty much the entire day is nothing more than having him play with your hair as you snuggle on the bed, watching whatever was on tv
- conversation was light, but for the most part, you didn’t mind
- you’d ask him what he wanted for dinner, he’d answer, and then you’d both decide take out would be the best decision
- he’d ask you about what you do while he’s gone, you’d tell him, and he’d give a small “ huh, alright. “
- simple things, and you thought it was perfect
- sometimes he might get a little angry during those times if someone tries to interrupt you two, but usually a quick “ mondo, chill “ will get him to calm down
- he doesn’t like his lazy days interrupted
[ I Z U R U ]
- he gets bored easily
- but for some reason he was also blessed with a low energy level
- so really lazy days are kinda perfect for him ??
- he enjoys being able to do what he wants at his pace
- that being said, no day is really a truly “ lazy “ day
- he’s always got something to do
- but some days are less fast paced than others
- on those days, he’d go about his day in a lackadaisical manner
- on days where he truly has nothing to do, he’ll still have house chores & he just can’t bring himself not to do them
- he’ll enlist your help to clean up the house with him, even if you only help a little
- you’d be sweeping while he finishes the dishes
- you’d finish first and decide that your pessimist boyfriend needs Some Lovin’
- so you would sit the broom down and sneak up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist
- s / o : “ i love you izuru. “
- izuru : “ i enjoy your presence as much as you enjoy mine, s / o. “
- s / o : “ say it. “
- izuru : “ i,,, i love you too,, “
- wow, embarrassing
[ M I K A N ]
- a day with her beloved where all you can do is focus on her ?
- sounds ! perfect !
- she’s really bad at pda so don’t expect to snuggle with the poor babie unless you ask her
- so most of the time during a lazy day, she’ll be really into paying attention to you
- she’ll follow you around the house like a love sick puppy, begging for your attention during the entire day
- when it’s her turn to talk, it seems she only ever has two topics
- you & how amazing she finds you, or medical things like tips and such
- if you let her rant about you, she’ll go on until she she’s a satisfactory blush on your face, or if you don’t reply in the right time & then she’ll think you’re mad at her & then she needs reassurance
- but if you ask for medical tips, she’ll talk for hours
- and that’s where the lazy days truly start
- because once she’s occupied, you’re free to doze off & she won’t get mad at you
- once she sees that you’re asleep on the couch, she’ll slowly scooch closer to you & wrap her arms around your head, now laying on your lap & smothering you
- she’ll find some excuse later when you wake up
Listen Kaito is best boy and would be the best boyfriend. Hands down.
Thanks for requesting!
- Mod Makoto
Kaito Momota with a Virgin S/O (Semi-SFW)
Listen very carefully to me: Kaito Momota is very much a virgin himself.
He likes to act like a casa nova so people won’t give him a hard time, but he is inexperienced and honestly nervous about things like that.
He made out with a girl once in 7th grade behind a dumpster. It was awful. The garbage wasn’t even the worst thing about it.
So when talk about that starts getting brought up in the relationship, he panics. Would his S/O think they were some sort of loser?
“Sex? Pssh, yeah. Had tons of it. Good stuff.”
/has definitely not had tons of it
Suddenly, it seems that cuddle sessions, more often than naught, end in a make-out sessions. And those make-out sessions end with his S/O pulling away and going home flustered.
What was he doing wrong? Was he a bad kisser?
After happening consistently for almost a week, he decides to confront them about it. To which he gets a meek reply:
“Well, I... I’m a virgin. Sorry if that’s bad...”
It takes him a few minutes to process, his cheeks lit up in a dusty pink flush, before smiling softly at his S/O. He takes their hands and give them a gentle squeeze.
“Hey, no sweat... Me too. We can... figure this out together, you know?”
The next few make-out sessions start getting steamier and steamier, the two of them taking their time to explore each other’s bodies: what feels good, what gets them going.
The time finally comes that they have their first time together, and both of them are surprised at how smooth everything went. Well... for the most part. They were fumbly and still a little nervous, but it was true love-making filled with giggles, kisses, and all the passion in the universe.
As far as the Ultimate Astronaut was concerned, it was perfect.
Mondays are always so tough... But I’m cheering for you all! Have some more ambiguous Kokichi and reader writings. I’ll probably only get back to requests around the weekend, or if I’m lucky, Wednesday. As for my ndrv3 choose your own adventure blog, I hope to update this weekend, but I haven’t got an asks thus far so it’ll be a choose my own adventure instead, haha.
You watched the shimmering purple liquid trickle from the bottle and into the clear, crystal glass effortlessly–it belonged in the glass, sure as the sun had its place in the sky. It was almost translucent, and to an extent, you could see through the mystic fluid. A tart scent wafted toward your nose, reminiscent of grapes, however artificial and crafted the scent was.
White fingertips grasped the stem of the glass and swirled the liquid inside it elegantly as if it were fine wine and the owner of such dainty hands were about to taste it with the utmost care. Then, the glass was held out toward you.
“Care for a sip?” he asked, eyes as purple but far from as translucent as the drink watching you carefully. One misstep, and you thought you might be thrown out of the king’s lair.
You were curious, so curious. What did the drink taste like? You smelled sweetness and sourness living in harmony in that cup.
“No, thank you,” you refused politely. “I appreciate the thought, however.”
Alas, you didn’t think you’d live to see the light of another day if you dared taste his ambrosia. You’d leave the tasting for the day you were on your deathbed or some equivalent.
He shrugged nonchalantly.
“Suit yourself,” he replied, and he tipped the cup’s contents into his mouth, throwing his head back and the contours of his neck moving in a hypnotic way as he swallowed delicately, quickly.
You watch as his pink tongue darts out in between his pale lips, capturing the leftover residue of grape, and you longed to capture the taste of the drink with his lips.
“Something the matter?” he asks, feeling your gaze resting upon him.
You shake your head.
“Of course not.” How could you possibly tell him of your secret, hidden yearnings? Of your desire to touch those holy, untainted lips, even more than you desired a taste of the forbidden drink? You could never.
“I wouldn’t dare waste your time with such trivial matters,” you state, letting your eyes fall back and look at the floor instead, which was tiled in black and white–like a chessboard, and gleamed both brightly and darkly.
He puts the cup down on the table beside him with a small clinking sound, and this time, it’s you who feels the touch of his gaze upon you–your face, your body, your downcast eyes.
“Suit yourself,” he says again, his voice subdued and quiet–however ridiculous it was to ever possibly call someone of his nature subdued or quiet. “Suit yourself,” he repeats, and the sound that leaves those bloodless lips of his is so low, so soft that you thought you hadn’t heard anything at all.
Another moment in silence passes by, and you strain your ears, listening for any further words or instructions. But there were none, and only many more infinite moments passed, muffled, restrained.
It was all your relationship would amount to with him, under the social constraints and your cautious repression of your true inclinations.
How would things have been if only you had possessed the courage–or maybe audacity–to speak your truth to him, rather than hiding behind yet another curtain of fear and peaceful, safe responses?
Can you write headcanons for Himedere!Rantaro x reader (A himedere is a person who demands to be treated like royalty by their loved ones.)
Sure thing, Anon~ Also, I’m sorry I haven’t wrote anything for a while. My d//pression had peaked and I just… couldn’t bring myself to. Again, I’m sorry. I’ll try to write more. I’m sorry.
Also, I made it quite angsty on accident. Sorry for that..
-Mod Kaede
Himedere!Rantaro with his S/O HC’s
As a Himedere, Rantaro can get a bit antsy at times of where you go when you’re on dates.
He expects high-class stuff, luxury, 5 stars, etc.
This has proven to be hard for you, since you can’t always afford to go to expensive and high-class places.
Sometimes, he demands you to do the chores, clean up the place, and more.
It’s… quite a strain, really.
Inevitably, you’ll get tired and possibly sick of his attitude, and refuse to do what he wants.
At that time, though, he would notice how you’re tired, and stop asking you to do stuff for once.
He’d let you rest, too, of course.
But sometimes, because of his behavior, fights would happen between the two of you.
But, you’re patient with him.
Overall, it’s not a very healthy relationship, but you try your best.
