Aaand that's another series done! (≧▽≦) If you have any ideas for a new one, maybe drop it in the comments? Looking for inspiration (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
a/n: hi hi, sweets! 🫶🏻 this was actually one of the very first smut fics I wrote for this blog, lmao. my ovulation brain decided it was a good idea, so I just went with it 😋 also, I can't help but picture Leo barging in ... ✨️ or maybe hearing everything and secretly filming it? 👀 oh, the possibilities, the possibilities 🤭 | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader, friends with mutual attraction, p in v, praise, backshots lmao, semi-public setting (food truck)
A thin line of drool drips from the edge of your mouth onto the counter of Sho’s food truck. But it isn’t because of his delicious chicken over rice or some other tasty meal the white-haired man regularly prepares …
“Sh-sho! Hnngh …!”
He has you bent over the counter, skirt pooling obscenely at your waist. Your leg hooked meanly over the marbled surface, he pounds into you so deeply the air gets knocked out of your chest. Lewd noises echo through the room. If you weren’t so wrecked already, you would be concerned anyone could hear.
Guttural moans escape Sho’s throat. “Shit, if I’d known you’d let me do this, I’d have fucked you earlier. Dreamt of this pussy from the first moment I saw you, pretty girl.”
You whine, face burning, clinging desperately onto the counter like a lifeline. If Sho weren’t holding you, you would slip to the ground completely boneless.
You never thought he could be like this. Yes, he was in Vagastrom, but from the first day you visited Highway To Home, he was always polite. Friendly even. Offered you free meals, smiles and winks. So you didn’t think any of it and started frequenting his food truck more often until it became a daily routine. You thought you two were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Until the day he promised to show you how to cook Massaman curry after classes. While stirring the sauce, clumsy as you were, you got your skirt dirty, which led to Sho helping you clean it with a cloth. A little accident. A few seconds until the problem would have been solved, and you would continue cooking like nothing happened. Except—something did happen.
Practically kneeling before you and wiping the cloth over your skirt, Sho suddenly paused. Mid-motion, he became aware of your long legs, the way the hem of your skirt highlighted your thighs. The faint, sweet scent of your perfume enveloped him, his pulse quickening. An all-too-familiar warmth spread through his groin, the bulge straining against his pants. Shit.
He looked up at you, a glint in those deep blue eyes that made you gulp and let heat pool between your legs. “Huh? What’s up?” Your voice trembled as the shift of mood in the cramped space sank in. He was so close.
Sho straightened up, clearing his throat. A faint blush crept on his cheeks, his gaze darting away. “I know I sound fucking stupid right now, but …” He hesitated and scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. You couldn’t remember seeing the usual teasing man so insecure before.
The second he looked at you again, your breath hitched. A sliver of desire lingered in his eyes, causing them to darken. Another beat. “I need to … I need you.”
“What?” Before your brain had been able to catch up, he already pressed his lips on yours, hurried and demanding. His hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heart skipped a beat, mind spinning at his obvious need, your senses dulled by his scent—an alluring mix of fresh soap and tangy spices.
When he parted your lips with his tongue, a small sigh escaped you. You cradled his face and opened your mouth for him, hot tongues dancing with each other.
“‘m sorry …” He panted between kisses, chest heaving. “I should have … asked you beforehand.”
“N-no, it’s alright … I want it.” With a racing heart and flushed cheeks, your hands raked over his chest and pulled off his apron.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about him like that—in secret, fleeting half-asleep thoughts at night. Of course you had. Sho was handsome, probably even more than he realized.
“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly, studying your face like even in this heated moment, he wanted to make sure he didn’t misunderstand you. When you nodded, his beautiful face split into a cocky grin. “Fuck. Must be my lucky day, huh?” In one swift move, he brushed the kitchen utensils to the side and flipped you around, his hard length pressing into your ass.
And that’s how you got here now, eyes watering, shameful moans escaping you, while the oh-so-friendly cook stuffs you like he’s afraid he won’t get a second chance.
“Shiiit … ‘m not gonna last long, babe.” He spreads your ass cheeks embarrassingly wide, watching his fat cock plunge effortlessly into your tight hole. “Didn’t expect you to be so—haaah—fucking wet. Feels even better than I imagined.”
You can only whimper in response, the knot in your stomach tightening. He grips your waist harder now, pistoning into you, drawing out whine after whine. You rock your hips back against him, eyelids fluttering every time his heavy balls slap against your clit.
“Want me to—mhmmm—fill you up, pretty girl?” Sho’s broken grunts sound like sandpaper over wood, setting your body alight.
“Yes, please!”
He chuckles and groans at the same time. “God … gonna fill you up so good, babe.”
And then, with one last deliberate thrust, his cock twitches inside you, coating your needy cunt in hot stripes.
Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally clench around him, gripping him like a vice. “Hnngh … ah …! Sho …” You cum so hard your vision blurs, tongue lolling out without thinking.
Sho hisses, overstimulated by you squeezing him after he’d already found release. But he doesn’t pull out, determined to feel you, to prolong the blissful satisfaction. You’re both panting and sweating, hearts racing in unison.
After you calm down, he kisses your neck and slips out, dragging along your sensitive walls and eliciting a small cry from you. With a heavy gulp, you try to steady yourself on your feet. While you straighten your crumpled skirt, Sho pulls up his pants and adjusts his headband.
Red-faced, you both take in the mess you left behind: your drool and slick on the counter, kitchen utensils littered across the floor, the burnt sauce in the pot. Looks like you have more than just your skirt to clean now ...
I'm alive! Barely, finals are killing me. I haven't had the time to draw for myself for a while. You can clearly see I stopped this piece half way, sorry, I started the fist half before the finals, and the second one just today😔 (they did not end yet help). I am very tired right now and drawing my fav ship being miseble won't help, but maybe I finish it someday! Desculpa qualquer coisa kkkkkkkkkkkkk
Anyway, inagine if the mc is like dead, ghouls(Vagastrom and Sinostra or idk) mourn her and then postman-cats(?) gave them mcs letter where she confess them🎻(maybe ghouls will write their feelings and etc in chat🧐
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𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
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𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑽𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔
Wow okay thank you for hurting my feelings I appreciate that 🥹 but honestly it's been a while since I wrote any angst so we're doing it! Let me know if I should do this for rest of ghouls too.
I wrote it like ghouls using the chat with mc to talk about their feelings.
Sorry if there's still any typos I didn't catch it's way too hot and my phone kept messing with me 😮💨
a/n: hi sweets! 🫶🏻 here's some group chat chaos bc I can’t resist a good accidental hard launch 🤭🩷 hope you enjoy!! | credits for the photos I used from Pinterest: Tsokeaa and YCSMINQ | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader, crack, accidental hard launch
I think the archer likes you... but what does that include?
This starter pack includes: WickChat messages, a short drabble, WickHive posts, a sneak peek at your date, and a playlist!
For the life of him, Kaito could not sit still at the library. He just kept fidgetting, his hands reaching for his phone, re-reading the messages he’d received over and over again. Every time he tore his eyes away from the screen, he convinced himself that he was making it up all over again.
Was I really asked out on a date?
It didn’t feel like it was really happening. What it felt like was panic - his heart racing in his chest, his eyes darting around Darkwick’s library looking for you. This was something out of his wildest dreams, the ones that felt so improbable that he’d wake up laughing at himself.
Each time he checked, though, it was real. He was really asked out on a date by his number one crush.
Nerves had brought him to the library early, but now that he was there, he wished that he hadn’t shown up half an hour before you did. It only put him on edge, as if he were expecting you to come in at any second, his heart jumping every time he saw movement at the entrance in the corner of his eyes.
He drew in a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Calm down Kaito, you’ve got this,” he spoke softly to himself, deciding a pep-talk was long overdue. “I mean, you were the one who was asked out, so it’s not like you can get rejected! The worst part is over! You just have to make sure you don’t make a fool out of yourself!”
That was much easier said than done, though. As he spoke, though, he felt himself starting to calm down. It helped that having his eyes closed combatted his urge to keep his eyes on the door or check his phone for the tenth time in a minute. “It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be smooth as...” he trailed off, searching for a word.
“Silk?” a familiar voice piped in, offering him a word during his hesitation.
“Yes! Silk! That’s exactly it!” Kaito grabbed onto the word before processing who it was that interjected. His eyes snapped open the moment he realized it, his gaze locking onto yours. Reflexively, he lurched back, his chair nearly tipping backward in the process. “I - I didn’t see you come in!”
Your hands reached out as his chair tipped, grabbing the back and pushing him forward to study him. “Of course you didn’t see me come in, your eyes were closed,” you teased him. “And be careful! I don’t want my study partner to send himself to the infirmary before we even get started!”
Study partner... not your date? Kaito thought, offering a light laugh and smile as he processed the statement. “Sorry, you just surprised me,” he excused, one hand going to the back of his neck to rub it nervously. “Should we get started, then? What did you have to work on?” Did I assume too much? The text said date, but... maybe that wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.
Despite his attempt to mask his disappointment, the shade of sadness lacing his tone was apparent. “Just a few things for Enigmaology... I’ve been having a hard time with the exams,” you responded, eyes narrowing on his expression. “Is something wrong?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing!” Kaito waved away the concern with a swatting hand. “I’m fine!” Of course the ‘date’ part wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.
He’s such a liar, you thought. “Next time... let’s see if we can get an R&R permit approved,” you suggested, suspecting you knew the reason behind his sudden melancholy. “We can go to a café and we’ll have a proper study date instead of improvising on campus. Okay?”
As if a flip had been switched, Kaito perked up again, sitting up in his chair. “You - you want to go on a real date?” Kaito asked, voice hopeful.
There was a shine in his eyes that was hard not to smile at. There was something undeniably cute about the archer when he grinned - he became as bright as sunshine whenever he was happy. The joy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but meet his hopeful tone with a smile of your own. “Of course. We’ll consider this practice for the real thing, okay?”
With renewed hope, Kaito nodded, his mind already racing to next time. “There’s this café I’ve heard some students talking about that’s not too far from campus, so we could go there if you really wanted to. It shouldn’t be too hard to get an R&R permit. I mean, it’s not like I have any missions coming up that I know of-”
“Woah, slow down,” you cut him off, clearing a place next to him and slamming down the full weight of your study materials, causing the table to shake. “Don’t get distracted. I really do need someone to study with me. If you get distracted, I will too, and we’ll have to do more studying than dating at that café.”
“Right! Sorry,” Kaito apologized, letting out a nervous laugh. “I was getting ahead of myself there, wasn’t I? I’ll bring it down a notch. That was probably embarrassing to watch.”
You hummed, considering the statement. “Just a little,” you teased him, leaning over to lightly bump his shoulder against yours. “But that’s okay. I like that about you.”
“I like that about you.” Kaito replayed the words in his mind. This had felt like a guessing game from the beginning - and he couldn’t decide if his prediction that this was a date was just wishful thinking.
Hearing you say that, though, gave the archer more hope than he’d ever allowed himself to have before.
The Archer sent you a playlist! Click here to listen~!
a/n: hi sweeties! wanted to do a quick little scenario, and what would be better for that than a throuple smau? 😋 oh, to be Haru's bunny ... 🐰🫦 | let me know if there's a throuple you want to read about next! | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader in mind but can be read as gn!reader, mentions of Rui's stigma, fluff, suggestive
And if we reverse it, instead of the MC being jealous, now the ghouls are the jealous ones, I'd like a fanfic where the ghouls are the jealous ones. If you can, specifically the ghouls of Dionysia
This one was interesting because I only see one of them as the jealous type, so I gave it a little twist and made them jealous of each other!! I did have a separate scenario for Mio so he’s just present in the first one and gets his own. It was really fun to write but took me a long time to think up, hope you like <3
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Dionysia Ghouls Getting Jealous Over You
Elias thought he had a way with Shion, but you really had a way with him. There was no need for subtle manipulation. All you needed was to let him touch you. Any contact would do. Grabbing your arm, a hand on your waist, touching your face. He brought PDA to a whole new level, clinging to you in a way that was both childlike and possessive. Elias wished he could shed his pride and do the same.
Too often he walked in a room to see you and Shion making some form of physical contact. You even had to eat with one hand at times when Shion wouldn’t let go of the other, watching you eat with a fascination bordering on unsettling.
More than bordering, it was unsettling.
But you knew paying attention to him all the time would just make him act out more.
Being the sly and sensual man of mystery was satisfying for a time, that coyness did spark interest almost as often as it aroused suspicion, which he found amusing. But there was a point where it was overused, and without any payoff the interest would fade, like it was now. And what did that get him?
Sidelined. Overshadowed. Replaced.
Elias felt your closeness slipping away like sand. When he did have you to himself for a time, Shion would invariably come looking for you, lured by the sound of your voice. The idea of you giving anyone else attention was unbearable. Shion would attach himself to your side and stare down the other person until they got uncomfortable and left.
Elias wasn’t so easily repelled.
You and Elias sat on the couch, chatting and looking at magazines together. Then shadowy Shion slipped into the room. He came from the hall, silent as a whisper. When he stood in the doorway, he started his usual threatening stride. Slow, noisy steps. The clipping of his soles dropping deliberately, heel to toe. Heel to toe. Elias had noticed him when he stood in the door, but only looked up when he stood over the two of you.
“Oh, hello, Shion. Care to join us?”
Shion flicked a card to his hand. The jester, which he swore he would use to kill Elias for a reason just like this one. His golden eyes bored into the spot where Elias and your knees touched.
“Why are you so close to her?” His question was chilling, all the warning he would get to put some distance between him and you before Shion did something about it.
“We were just looking at some magazines. No need to get testy.” Elias was too innocent, too sickly sweet about it. He knew all too well what effect this had on Shion and he was toying with him over it. “Would you like to look at one?” He gestured to the pile of magazines on the table.
Shion narrowed his eyes and nuzzled into your side as an answer. He still held the card, which now hovered by your shoulder since he wrapped his arm around you. His other hand was wedged between your knees, gripping yours, walling off the point of contact between you and Elias.
“What kind would you like, Shion?” You smoothed his tie, since every touch you initiated usually drew his attention and lulled him into a more approachable mood. This time, he preened at your touch but did not lessen his threats toward Elias.
“I don’t like them. They’re boring.”
“How about this one? Home decor.” You placed the magazine in your laps, one side on your leg and the other on Shion’s. That made him lower his gaze as you flipped it open and started flipping through interior designs. He sped past the living rooms and gave pause to the bathrooms, eyeing the tubs in particular. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he ripped out a page and threw it on the floor.
You decided to flip to the bedrooms, where he was once again mesmerized. His hold on you tightened and his breathing became slow and deep as he got lost in thought.
Elias shifted, setting his aside. He slipped his arm around the back of the couch and leaned in, close to touching you.
“What kind of interior design interests you, Shion?” His ankle was propped on his knee, the bottom of his shoe close to your knee, where Shion’s hand was no longer protecting.
“Ones that don’t involve you,” Shion answered.
“Not nice!” You scolded Shion with a tap on the nose. He jerked back and blinked, deciding if your move was ultimately harmless or annoying and worth punishing you for. Elias piped back in before he could decide.
“Aren’t I a member of this family?” Elias asked, far too sweetly again.
“You’re the creepy uncle that doesn’t keep his hands to himself.” Shion pulled you away from Elias, leaving you flush against his side and relying on him to keep you from toppling over. You shifted your hips to regain some balance, but that would have been impossible without either being in Shion’s lap or slipping away from his hold, which was impossible with his strength.
“Oh heavens, I’m the creepy one?” Elias moved even closer. His mouth was close enough to your ear for you to feel his breath when he spoke. “I’m terribly sorry if I unsettled you, dear heart.” He then looked to Shion, daring him to react. Shion mirrored his action.
“Say goodbye to Uncle Elias. We’ll never have to deal with him again.”
Despite the heat of being pinned between them, a shiver danced up your spine. You looked from one man to the other as they remained locked in their challenge. Elias inched closer to you, placing a light kiss on your cheek. Shion growled and swiped the place he kissed with his thumb, then placed one on your cheek on his side.
Elias turned your chin so he could kiss your lips, still keeping an eye open to glint devilishly at Shion. Another growl came from your left as Shion shoved Elias’ face away and kissed you deeper, harder. Licking away and nipping your lip until you tasted copper, all to bear his mark for the next few days. Elias returned for your earlobe, catching it between his teeth as Shion’s fumbling hand tried once again to push him away.
Being caught between them felt like being trapped by twin swarms, making it hard to breathe and cool down. The warring sensations of soft lips, hot breaths and possessive teeth left you dizzy.
“Um…” A knock came at the open door to draw everyone’s attention. Jo and Mio stood in the doorway, awkwardly wide-eyed as they took in the scene. Elias cleared his throat and greeted them, still partially wrapped around you. Shion turned slowly, a smear of blood on his lip that he licked away when he looked at Jo, then Mio.
“Everyone out,” Shion said. “I’m going to claim my wife right here on this couch.”
“Not on my couch.” Jo looked a little extra green in the eyes, focusing too hard on your swollen lips and Elias’ hungry smile. “Are you alright, cutie? You can get behind my desk if they’re bothering you.”
“Um.” You looked to your left and right, weighing your options and your safety. “I’m okay, thanks!”
“Are you sure?” Jo’s smile didn’t reach his eyes and was less reassuring than he meant it. There was a hard edge to it that you only saw when he was scolding Shion, which you understood he had every right to do considering what he caught the three of you doing in his office.
Embarrassed, you bowed your head. Jo crossed to his desk while Mio cautiously neared the three of you on the couch.
“Getting rough again, Shion?” Mio guided his spider clockwork anomaly to perch in front of him, bowing to a position ready to spring.
“Get that thing away from me. I’ll crush it,” Shion warned.
You used the distraction to slip away from Shion and Elias and crossed to Jo, who had just sat at his desk and was organizing files.
“Sorry about all that. I didn’t-“
“It’s okay,” he said, mustering a more genuine smile than his last attempt. “I just wanted to make sure they’re not being too forward.”
You couldn’t honestly say they weren’t. Your heart was still beating fast, heat still pooled in your belly at the two sets of roaming lips and hands fighting over you. You glanced at the trio, fighting a smile as Mio and Elias watched, entertained as Shion flicked cards into the table, trying to hit the clockwork anomaly that was too fast for Shion. Shion got increasingly more irritated, but more focused with each card that missed its mark.
“Did they save any for me?” Jo whispered. He laced his fingers with yours and held it under his desk like a secret.
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Mio spent the evening making repairs around the chapel perimeter. He enjoyed seeing you mill around inside when he passed by a window more than he should admit. To avoid being a creep, he only took quick glances before focusing on his work again.
As he knelt outside the kitchen window replacing worn planks, he heard the knock from the front door. A faint male voice after you answered. Two sets of footsteps heading inside before the door shut.
He didn’t mean to look inside. He was just standing up to stretch his back, but curiosity pulled his gaze toward the kitchen door when you returned to the room with Sho close behind.
Sho seemed perfectly at ease, toting a delivery bag and setting it on your dining table. Why didn’t he just leave it at the door, or hand it to you and go? Was he going to make a move?
Mio cursed himself for his mental spiral, unsure where it came from. How his excitement at being near you, seeing you go about your day, was soured by Sho’s arrival.
Mio watched, shifting to tuck himself beside the windowsill so he wasn’t noticed. He watched as Sho pulled out two takeout boxes and discarded his apron across the back of a chair before taking a seat next to you. Close enough to touch you.
By then, the churning in Mio’s gut allowed him to tear himself away. He crouched and returned to his task, a deep frown stitched to his face. The window did little to muffle your conversation.
“Why are you setting those aside? Just eat them,” Sho said.
“But they’re bitter!”
Mio peeked in again before he could help himself. Sho’s arm was draped across the back of your chair. He reached over and grabbed a grilled bell pepper from your plate with his chopsticks and tried it.
“It’s not that bad. Just mix it with some meat and it’ll balance out.” He replaced the borrowed vegetable with one from his plate.
Mio returned to his task, setting the new plank against the hole and hammering it in place harder than necessary. Each strike felt good. Too good. If Sho wasn’t just a cook Mio’d ask for a hand keeping it in position. Maybe the hammer would slip and hit Sho’s thumb. By accident, of course.
The window opened when he positioned another nail and took the first strike.
He missed and hit himself in the fingers.
Okay, karma.
“Mio!” You were leaning out of the window, propping your elbows on the kitchen counter to peek over the side. “I didn’t know you were still here. Are you hungry? I ordered some food from Sho’s truck.”
“Don’t you push all your vegetables onto his plate either!” Sho called from inside. His words were slurred and thick, like he was talking through a mouthful of rice. “There’s plenty to split, if you need, Mio.”
“I’m good,” Mio said, more curt than he intended. He had been getting hungry, but his stomach shriveled to a toxic pebble at seeing you and Sho so close together. When you searched his face for a reason to insist on feeding him after the hours of work, he added, “Jo just texted me about dinner. I’ll wrap up here shortly and eat with the boys.”
“Mmm. Okay. As long as you don’t forget to feed yourself again.” Satisfied, you gave him a playful wink that made his heart flutter, then sink when you returned to Sho’s side, leaving the window open.
He tried to tune out your conversation with little success. His only escape was finishing his task, which he did as quickly as possible. When he went to the front door to let you know he was done for the day, it opened without warning.
Sho was startled when he found himself face to face with Mio, one hand poised to knock. You were right behind him, so Mio directed his attention to you, ignoring Sho entirely.
“I’m done for the day. Same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah, that works! Thanks for all your hard work.” You beamed at him, waving your goodbyes to both before shutting the door.
“Heading my way?” Sho asked.
“Seems so.” Mio and Sho fell into step with one another. A tense silence settled between them like fog. “You two a thing?”
“What’s it to you?” Sho gave Mio a smug grin.
“Is that a yes?”
“If that’s what does it for you.” Sho’s eyes were on the street, having lost interest in putting Mio on the spot.
“It’s a simple question,” Mio snapped. He had a long day, he was tired, and there was no denying it. He was jealous.
“It’s none of your business,” Sho shot back, the mischief returning. Mio never had a problem with the guy before, but now he was showing colors of a similar hue to his best friend. Not that Mio could say much about keeping questionable company.
“Just try not to go punching any walls when she’s done with you. I don’t need more work.”
That gave Sho pause. He whirled on Mio, the two of them faced off in the middle of the street.
“For fuck’s sake, if you’re going to mope about it so much, fine! We’re not hooking up. Happy?” Sho waved his arms outward in a wide shrug.
“You know what? Yeah, I am.” Mio smirked. Did he believe Sho? Not entirely, but denying their relationship, assuming there was one, meant Mio had plausible deniability to stop making excuses and ask her out. He didn’t want to be helpless against that ugly feeling that plagued him all evening again.
Mio patted Sho on the shoulder, a little too hard to be friendly, and took a turn down a side street. It was a longer route back to Dionysia, but he wouldn’t have to pretend to be cool with Sho while his blood was still overheating.
Mio heard a muttered curse and a chuckle as Sho continued the direction they’d been walking.
I wanted to do something to see ghouls interact with each other more so here it is, the Captains trying to figure out where their favorite Honor Student went (≧▽≦)
a/n: hello sweets!! to celebrate the quick recovery of my account, I decided to FINALLY post the fancy gift smau 🥳 it's based on this request and omg thank you SO much for waiting that long honey bun, I hope I did it some justice 🥹 | also, big thanks to the glorious @subakagami for reading over Kaito's chat, mwah mwah, much love to you 🩷 | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: gn!reader in Leo's and Yuri's (early relationship), fem!reader in Ritsu's and Kaito's (established relationship), crack/fluff
a/n: a quick scene I came up with when I opened the game today, hehe. I'm so utterly in love with this man, I'm going to cry 🥹 <3 | inspired by his voice line: Oh, it's you. Must've dozed off. Better get back to work. | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
recommended song: 🎵 JVKE – her
⋆.𐙚 ̊ content note: fem!reader in mind but can be read as gn!reader I think?, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, established relationship
The second you enter Vagastrom's garage, the smell of oil, rust and sweat wafts through the air. Although the sun has already set, you still hear the occasional faint clinking of metallic parts somewhere in the backyard. To your surprise, the room is empty, with Sho and Leo nowhere to be found. Well, almost empty.
You notice a certain big figure sprawled out on one of the worn-down couches, black hair falling over his face. Your heart makes a little jump, a bubbly feeling emerging in your chest. This is the man you were looking for. He must have dozed off after a long day of work and classes.
Cautiously, so as not to disturb him, you get a few steps closer, silently taking Alan in. His chest heaves in a slow, steady rhythm, and his face—your breath hitches in your throat. His face is so relaxed. Devoid of any worry, any pain, any guilt. Your heart hurts, fully aware this is a state Alan would never allow himself when he's awake, always shouldering the problems of others and the consequences of his past.
With a tug in your heart, you kneel in front of him, admiring the usually strained features of his face now completely smoothed out and soft. Carefully, you brush a strand of hair out of his face, your fingertips tracing the scar on his eyebrow. You bite back a chuckle when Alan wiggles his nose and groans quietly in response, still asleep. God, if only he knew how cute he is. How dear he is to you. How much you wish him nothing but happiness.
You get up again, only to pounce on him. "GOOD MORNING, SLEEPYHEAD!"
He startles awake with an alarmed huff, a flicker of panic crossing his face, while you erupt in boisterous laughter. Even in this moment, his body answers unconsciously to yours, hands flying to your waist to steady you. And that's so him, isn't it? Always prioritizing you and your safety, even when he's barely awake and you just rattled him out of sleep.
When Alan fully recognizes you, the expression in those stormy grey eyes grows immediately soft. As if he's looking at something precious that could disappear if he turns his gaze away. And to him, you are exactly that. Precious and someone he never deserved to begin with.
"Hey. Careful, dear. Told you to stop waking me up like that." His voice is even deeper than usual, like gravel scraping over glass. But there's no heat behind his words. There never is. He would rather drive a knife into his chest than be angry with you.
You grin at him, your smile bathing the room like morning sunlight spilling through the curtains, and his heart stutters for a second. How did he, out of everyone, get so lucky?
"Sorry. Couldn't resist when you were lying there all defenseless." You lean forward, feet playfully kicking in the air, and brush your nose against his. A touch so light, so innocent and sweet, it feels undeserving to him, no matter how often you greet him like this.
He clears his throat. "You're bold."
You pull back a little and stick your tongue out. "And you love me."
His gaze grows even softer, one hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I do. I'll always love you." Alan isn't the vocal type, romantic sweet talking foreign to him like a language he never had the chance to learn. That's why his words sink deep in your chest, taking your breath away.
Your cheerful grin turns into a genuine smile, your stomach fluttering. "I know." Your voice is only a whisper, but there's no doubt in it. No question. Because when Alan Mido dedicates himself to someone, he’s never going to turn his back on them.
"I love you too." You answer, pecking his lips and resting your head on his chest. You hear the thumping of his heart, a little faster at first, maybe because he had been startled awake or maybe because of the words you just exchanged. Then it settles again into the steady rhythm you're familiar with. The sound of your home.
With Alan stroking the back of your head in unhurried movements, your eyes flutter shut, a sense of security and content tiredness washing all over you. And soon enough, you're both falling back asleep, enveloped in warmth and peace.
