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I looked and looked and looked for who to credit this art for. Maybe I'm blind. Maybe I need to do alternative searches for art to use on my posts. Anyhow, I found both of these on Pinterest. If you or someone you know is the creator, please message me and I'll add the artist.
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A/N = Lovely Rengoku. This man can fit into any situation and make it work ... well, maybe not ALL. But you know what I mean. This ~one-a-fucking-gain~ didn't pan out how I planned it. I was originally going to write a whole thing but it pretty much just ended itself. It worked out well, though, despite being kinda short.
C/W = I don't think there are any. Talk of nudity, a small group of nude people posing for artistic purposes. Other than that it's just a fluffy piece. Flirting between Rengoku and y/n (F!reader). Enjoy!
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Sign Here X_____________
"Hey, this is beginning art, right?" You asked the man looking over the class syllabus on the wall. He looked to be close to your age, maybe a little younger. He was goddamn beautiful, too. Tall. Not an ounce of body fat in the wrong place. Muscular. Cool hair; blonde with red tips.
He looked at you. For a good 10 seconds before he said anything. Scanning over your face, stopping at your eyes and your lips. You found yourself feeling some way. Not uncomfortable, but like you were under a microscope. Being inspected.
"Yes, this is my class, beginning art."
You narrowed your eyes. "'Your class?' Oh, you mean you're in this class, too? Cool. Well, my name is y/n. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks."
"Heh, no, this is MY class. As in, I'm the instructor. I'm the everything ... actually." He said calmly and smiled at you as he put his hair back in a tight bun and you watched him walk to the oversized desk in the corner of the room.
"Hello, welcome to ...?" He rolled his hands out like as he was encouraging the classroom to interact.
"Arrrrtttt for beginnnnerssss!" Everyone participated. Even you. How could you not. This man could convince a perfectly healthy person to drink a vile of poison.
"Good job, kids," he laughed. Clearly noting the older people in the class. "In this course, we're going to learn how to draw animate and inanimate objects. Always be prepared because I will surprise you from time to time."
You looked around the class to see everyone was completely enthralled with this young man. The person to your left was a woman, maybe in her 40's. She looked nice. You leaned over and said, "I can't wait to see what kind of surprises he's talking about," and giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled back at your comment.
"Y/n, care to tell me what's so funny back there? I'm not here as a comedian. I'm here as an art teacher. So if comedy is more up your ... alley? Perhaps you would like to go to the room a few doors down and share your humor with everyone that isn't here to learn how to draw?"
You shut up real quick. "S-sorry ... uhhh, I-I don't know your name." You tilted your right ear toward him, waiting for his response.
"I was actually just getting to that before you flexed your humorous." He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You don't think he blinked the entire time, either.
"My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. Yes. It's a mouthful. Yes, you have to call me by my full name or I will kick you out of this class."
Your body sunk as he laughed. "No, not really. You can call me Kyo. I'll write it on the board in such a way it'll be simple enough to pronounce." He grabbed the chalk and began to say out loud what he was writing. "Kee-yoh. Kyo. Simple enough, yes?" He looked at you. Again. What the hell was up with him. "See, y/n, I can be funny, too."
You nodded, feeling your cheeks pink up. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of you as your face transitioned back to its original color.
"Now, what exactly is going to be a surprise in this class, you're probably wondering. I presume you all read the waiver etc. that was included in your packet? I know I got most of them back all signed. If you didn't sign one, stay after and talk to me."
Shit, you thought, I never got anything like that.
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Class was only 45 minutes tonight as it was just a basic introduction about what would be covered and when.
"Y/n, may I have a moment of your time?" He sounded so relaxed when he talked. You thought about asking him what his secret was. "Did you mail in your signed waiver? I sent it out with the syllabus about 3 weeks ago?"
You started to twist your bottom lip around with your teeth. "I ... I don't - ah, I mean I didn't ever get that. None of it, Kyo."
He was taken aback by your use of his name so casually. So effortlessly.
"Hm. Look over your information here and tell me if it's correct." He handed you a planner and had you find your name.
You pointed at it.
"Here's my name, phone # and addre-" You stopped and looked at him. "This is my old address. Where did you get this from?"
You'd moved 5 months ago to a little house. But you thought you'd changed everything over before you'd even moved out.
"I got it from here, from the school."
"Ohhh, oh no. I forgot to notify the school." You got a worried look on your face. "Does that mean I'm going to be kicked out of this class?" You didn't even try to disguise your concern.
"Nooo! No, nothing like that, y/n. But I will need you to fill one out, just to cover everything."
"Cover? Cover what? You doing blood sacrifices in here or something?" You laughed.
He didn't. "Among other things, yes."
You waited for him to tell you he was kidding.
A full minute must've gone by before he gave you a half-smile, the left side of his mouth turning upward.
"There will be no sacrifices of any kind in my class, little lamb. Do not worry." He chuckled, rather darkly for someone who was trying to be reassuring.
Little lamb. You're pretty sure you had a "little" orgasm when he called you that.
"Just initial on these and sign at the bottom?" You pointed at the paper.
He put his hand next to where you were pointing, almost resting it right on top of yours.
"Mmmm ... mm-hm. Did you read what it said, y/n?"
You shook your head, quickly at first but then you slowed to an almost complete still.
"It's just about ... about art, and ... other stuff. R-right?" You swallowed hard, it hurt.
"It's basically a declaration that you're ok with nudity in any capacity. You're ok with multiple bodies being nude and draped or sitting on one another. "Basically ..." he continued, "that you're not going to file a sexual harassment claim against myself or the school because you're uncomfortable. It states very obviously that there will be profound nudity in this course. If you're NOT ok with that, then you're free to change your mind, of course. You'll get a full refund, no questions asked."
He watched your face closely for any kind of a reaction.
"Who - who will be the nude model?" You asked, trying to use your big girl voice.
"Anyone who is willing to pose. Sometimes it's someone from class. Sometimes it's someone from a newspaper ad that needs some rainy day money." He paused, "And sometimes," he leaned back in his chair, "sometimes, it'll be me." A cocky look washed over his face. He knew what you were thinking. He was counting on it.
You almost lost your balance when he said that.
"Y-you pose?"
He nodded, looking a little proud of himself for having given you such a reaction.
"I - I think I'll stay in the class then."
"Fantastic. Sign ... right ... here."
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amaya-writes · 2 years
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What Type Of Partner Would The Fruit Basket Zodiacs Be Pt 1
Day One of The Underrated And The Unwritten
Notes: eek i'm so excited to write for this fandom! Tbh i was kind of very slightly sad about everyone ending up with someone at the end because that meant it was awkward to ship characters or write about them with someone else but eh.
Warnings: this is both sfw and nsfw content! so like how would they be as a partner overall. mdni
Characters involved: Yuki Soma, Kyo Soma, Hatsuharu Soma, Momiji Soma
Gender-neutral reader, you/yours
Yuki Soma
Yuki is a very gentle lover and partner.
He's pretty conscious about his real personality can come off as cold or aloof which is why he'd probably force himself to be a little outgoing near the start to get to know you.
You'd have to start off as friends first and it would take a little getting used to but once he understands his emotions for you Yuki's quick to accept them and confess.
A relationship with Yuki can be full of excitement. He wants to try new things and discover different situations with you.
Yuki can easily associate happiness with someone who makes him feel comfortable which is why he tends to be around you when he's sad because he thinks your mere presence makes things better.
When it comes to being more intimate Yuki can take very long to get comfortable that way. He's so used to associating physical touch with violence that it really takes time for him to get used to your physical affection.
Definitely would be a bottom at the start, but once he gets used to it Yuki can be quite the switch.
He isn't into BDSM at all because of his traumatic childhood but if there's certain things you're into that you'd want to try you can always ask and have a talk.
He loves cuddling in bed for aftercare and will probably let you fall asleep in his arms (and then clean you up while you're sleeping because he's just that cute).
Communication is key when it comes to being with a guy like Yuki, whether that be in the bedroom or outside it, which is why you need to learn to be vocal about your emotions and thoughts because he can be a little oblivious at times.
He's honestly just a softy who needs love.
Kyo Soma
Tsundere. Need I say more?
Getting a confession out of Kyo Soma is possibly the most impossible thing ever. Like seriously, you need to be committed for a longgg time before he makes a move and even then you'll probably have to force a confession out of him.
He's the kind of partner who would act all annoyed whenever you're affectionate but then also do things like holding your hand when the street's too crowded or texting you to make sure you got home safe (but he completely denies that's why he sent you a text).
He also gives off old dad energy please he'll have the most awful dad jokes and hold his phone like a forty-year-old father.
Very protective. Will literally yowl at people who even look at you threateningly. And no I don't mean that 'manly' little growl thing men do in books, I mean literally yowling like a cat who wasn't fed.
This ranges from sneers to eyerolls plus scoffs to actual yowls. He will not be afraid to throw hands if he sees the other person is making you uncomfortable.
Kyo is honestly so cute when it comes to being intimate. He gets all flustered and you'll probably have to take the lead the first time. However, he might switch it up and take control halfway.
Really just depends on how comfortable and into it he is. Will hesitate a lot and ask you questions constantly.
Also the king of aftercare like literally doesn't let you do anything the rest of the day.
Kyo can be hard to keep up with as a partner because of his tendency to reject his emotions, but if you're someone who likes teasing their partner then he's basically perfect for you.
Just give him time to you, but don't be surprised if he's unwilling to leave once he has experienced your affection.
Hatsuharu Soma
Softie.
Haru is the type of partner who's obsessed with you but doesn't show it that much. It's not that he's trying to hide it but just that he's not very open affectionately.
He's fine with PDA and likes showing you off and making it clear that you're his but he can also be a little...slow when it comes to catching on.
This means that if you're ever jealous then he'll take a while to notice and then blatantly point it out. If you're angry/upset with him he won't understand it and will force you to talk to him because he refuses to read between the lines.
But he's such a sweetheart. He's always so comforting and will constantly check up on you, sending you messages or randomly showing up at your house because he missed you or wanted to make sure you were okay.
Dates with him are usually spontaneous and not overall grand but the kind that are simple yet romantic.
He's also very sweet when you're intimate.
Switch but not in the way you think.
While his normal side can be quite the pleasure dom/soft dom, when Haru goes dark things can get a bit...BDSM like. However, him going dark that way is very rare and will probably only happen if you make him very jealous/worried.
Momiji Soma
He is such an obsessive partner.
Momiji wants to know everything about you. He wants to learn every little quirk and secret, every small trait. Your favourite flower, food you dislike, drama going on in your life, Momiji is there for it all.
He's just so completely infatuated with you he can't help but feel a need to know everything.
It's not the kind of thing where he asks you questions at rapid fire trying to learn everything, but more that he's just always wanting to get to know more about you.
Momiji has always had to love people from a distance so he gets a little excited at the prospect of being able to love you without restrictions, without having to pretend he doesn't know you or doesn't care.
He's quick to confess and even quicker to get into the hang of things, constantly hugging you and dropping kisses on your hand, face, lips, neck, anywhere you would allow.
Momiji is fully and completely obsessed with you, and he loves it. He loves you.
He will rear it in if you feel like he's getting overwhelming but Momiji cannot not love you.
When it comes to being intimate, Momiji might be a little overwhelmed at first, like too excited, and you'd have to help ground him and focus on the actual act rather than going crazy because your top's off.
He can be so soft and gentle, almost as if he's afraid to break you, but once he gets the hang of it Momiji's open to exploring new things.
He isn't one for BDSM (like at all, honestly he's more opposed to it than Yuki) and prefers more of the lovemaking type of intimacy.
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luxiwems · 2 years
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the train <3
hello! welcome to my first fic ever for nijiEN! this is based of a prompt, “kyo & ren meet for the first time when kyo falls asleep on ren during a train ride.” i really hope you guys enjoy! ⭐️
pair : ren zotto x kyo kaneko !
cw : none !! enjoy fluff !
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it’s always the unexpected meetings you have that leave such a meaningful impression. this is something that ren truly always believed.
though he wasn’t too particular about taking the train this time of night, he knew he didn’t exactly have a choice. he was meant to be meeting up with uki. a long time friend who lived a bit of a distance from him. for uki, he would travel at any time of night. it didn’t matter. if uki needed ren, ren would be there.
much to his suprise, upon boarding the train ren was immediately shocked to find it so full. who the hell needed a train four cities over at 3 am? it kinda baffled him. luckily for ren he found a spot near the very back no one had sat in, mostly because it was blocked off with a no sitting sign which he carelessly discarded and sat down anyways.
most of his ride was good. mostly just him listening to his music, adjusting his hoodie as to not show his horns every five seconds. then it happened. around 5:30 am a boy plopped down next to him. clearly exhausted, loudly catching his breath. at this point in time ren panicked, quickly pretending to be asleep for his own sake.
then he heard the boy speak, “yes aster i’m fine-yes-yes aster i’m on the train and i’m fine you can go to bed!” he whisper yelled before the train went quiet again. if ren was honest, the voice that came from the boy sounded nothing how he looked. this made him smile internally.
around 6 am is when he felt it. a bit of pressure on his arm. pulling his gaze away from the sunrise, ren looked down the his arm to find the source. there it was. the smaller blue haired boy, passed out slump against his arm. with a small smile he looked around. noticing it was just them left he pulled the hoodie off himself and draped it over the other.
and that’s how they stayed until ren had no choice but to wake the boy up. gently tapping him he heard a few noises, a little sleepy groan, and then finally blue eyes were looking back into his. “wha-“ suddenly filled with realization the boy practically flung himself off of ren and completely back into his normal seat, not before throwing rens hoodie back at him of course.
“good morning?” ren laughed, smile wide and bright. “i’m not sure where you’re headed small one but this is the final stop and we need to get off.” he smiled gathering his things like it was nothing. “small one!?” a voice immediately called, “well you didn’t exactly tell me your name before you used me as a bed.” ren was quick to fire back.
silence.
a whole minute of silence before he spoke again.
“kyo. just call me kyo. anything is better than that nickname.” he sighed gathering his own things. after both boys got off the train they faced eachother, one clearly looking more happy than the other.
“so, where are you headed kyo?” ren asked as if he didn’t meet this person less than two minutes ago. “wouldn’t you like to know weather boy.” kyo sighed softly before realizing that may have come off too rude, “my friends..” he sighed again after a moment. “me as well.” ren smiled before extending a hand,
“it was lovely meeting you kyo. my name is ren.”
before kyo could even answer there was a loud voice calling both their names,
“so you’ve met!! how lovely!”
you’ve done it again….uki violeta.
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I MAY HONESTLY EXPAND ON THIS TEEHEE !!
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seneon · 2 months
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rayne having the habit to nuzzles his head on the crook of your neck and place lazy kisses (just like how he does w his bunnies) once he gets home and is tired (gets replenished instantly though)
oh ok.
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DIVINE VISIONARY work is honestly so tiring, having to save and protect the country with your whole live. especially rayne, who did all that while also studying and having prefect duties to complete. every day is a tiring day, having no rest most of the times. so how exactly did he survive being tired all this time?
well, he has you. you, his personal charger. his personal energy replenishment. his personal little ball of happiness that consumes all tiredness the moment he sees you. whether it be in school, in your dorm rooms, or at home. all he wants to do is just be around you and he will forget that he even is tired.
just like any other days during semester break, rayne has a load of work as a divine visionary to complete and when he came home, he cannot resist but lean on you the moment you open the door. which eventually leads to the both of you just laying down on the living room sofa, watching a tv show you were watching the entire day.
rayne has a habit though. he is like a baby, a clingy and big baby. as you watch tv, rayne laid above you and buried his head into the crook of your neck. you can feel his breath against your skin. occasionally, he would talk about how his day played through by his muffled voice as it always plucks your attention away from the screen and onto him. you'd reassure him that you're listening by playing with his pretty hair or even giving his head little massages.
by doing that, it makes the ames sleepy and so very loved. he loves your fingers running through his hair. he loves you. rayne smiles against your neck very often at the little things you do to show him how much you appreciate him. rayne also kisses your neck lazily always, while he is sleepy by your head massages. sometimes he kisses your neck so much that he falls asleep and forgets that it's hard to breathe in the corner or it's uncomfortable.
that's okay though, you'll always slowly and carefully shift him so he has a comfortable space to sleep. at the end, you'll fell asleep with him.
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mxplesyrvp · 6 months
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`•*ੈ💭`‧₊˚— whimsical whites and baby blues | feat. gojo satoru.
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* ˚💭‧₊˚ synopsis — satoru thinks its dangerous for you to love him so much but he still can't help but be a little selfish, which scares him. however, you would stop at nothing to keep loving him either, even if it cost you your life.
⚘ word count + genre — 1.13k || hurt/comfort
⚘ warnings — spoilers + set in gojo's past arc, established relationship, a lot of internal monologue, less dialogue + more feels, mentions of death, very self-indulgent, not beta read. || gn!reader.
⚘ notes! — finally getting into writing after a long time and it's my first time writing for gojo! please be kind <33
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you never knew that stars could taste like fractured dreams until you kissed him.
on most days, his kisses taste like clear blue skies —whimsical and full of wonder— stealing your breath with the secrets they held. but on other days, they were simple and delightful like clouds of cotton candy, each kiss a swirl of sugary sweetness. sometimes they were akin to cups of hot chocolate on a winter's night, comforting you with an embrace. other times, they tasted like stolen pancakes, crisp at the edges and soft in the centre, dipped in honey as they left a trail of golden warmth in their wake.
but now when your lips touched his, the only thing you could taste were stars so broken they had forgotten how to shine. they tasted like lost ambition, burning desperation and the hopelessness of being left alone yet again. it felt like the pleading of a worshipper whose God had left His shrine; like the silence of a lover who had had his heart broken.
when it came to gojo satoru, he liked to think that no force in the world could ever rival his strength. but this time, he had been brought down to his knees, his heart bloodied and blooming into a bruised flower, all because his God—the light of his life—had stepped over the threshold of his paradise.
even with the weight of the world on his shoulders, satoru loved you as much as you did him, despite death clinging to your lips. but no other feeling could ever compare to what he had for his best friend, geto suguru. and he was gone, taking the keys to the doors he had locked so meticulously with those cursed hands of his, for he believed that gojo could never open them up without him.
"i was starting to get used to the thought that you weren't coming back either," he said, misery sitting heavy on his tongue.
"to be very honest," you said, a small smile pulling the corners of your lips,"i was getting used to it too."
it had been over a month since you were stranded in the nasty domain of the curse you were assigned to exorcize— a hellish paradise you would love to live in had it been a real place, had it not been killing you so slow that you barely ever noticed. hours after you saw through your assignment, you knew of all the things that had transpired in the time you were held off. the assassination of the star plasma vessel, the death of toji fushiguro, geto and his new plan of action— after all, bad news had wings and the winds always favoured them to travel faster.
"i don't think I'll ever get used to this weird feeling," he huffs out, his gaze unfocused, shifting towards the window.
and you, just like always, could no longer tell if his eyes were a reflection of the sky or the sky resided within them. blue, blue, blue— so blue that you could almost see the storm brewing within them. you could tell he was lost in that storm, vulnerability teasing the edges of the surface under which he had buried it.
"what feeling?" you asked quite bluntly, bringing him back to reality.
and those beautiful blue eyes found their way into your weary ones. You would never get over how blue they were or how much you would love to drown in them, until you were that very colour and nothing else was left of you. It was a curious thing to keep guessing how much depth those eyes held and once again your mind was splintered between deciding whether they were more akin to the ocean than the skies.
"the feeling of being left behind like this," he said, the pain behind each word so pronounced that even you could feel it. "it's like almost everyone i'm associated with is always driven to the edge. they distance themselves or just....die. i'm afraid that one of these days, i might cause you to leave as well."
this time, you couldn't help but snicker a little. if you were to count the number of times you made memories with gojo, you'd find that most of them were nightmares. but even in those you could find buds of hope; because nightmares were dreams too. dreams were hopeful little things. and they were the heart's favourite delicacies for which it hungered so relentlessly.
it was a given there was no safe place in the world for people like you. people like you who carried angels within your hearts and demons in your blood, who were often brought down by that which you hunted, who carried battles in your fingertips, in every breath and every heartbeat— there was no place safer than this one for you. it was a daunting thing to love someone in a world like that, where every breath you drew could be your last. but brutal was the heart which fed on love and it would stop at nothing to want more of that feeling.
"there's no way I would ever leave on my own," you said, smiling through your teeth, "even death will be a small price to pay. he pales in comparison to what I have with you, satoru."
"and you, kind of need a hug," you added more as an afterthought to lighten the mood a little.
gojo wasted no time to pull you into him, both his hands snaking around your waist and his face buried in the crook of your neck. he smelled like caramel and citrus as usual, his breath soft and frosty hair tickling your skin.
you knew better than most humans that you did not have all the time in the world. if death wanted you, he would find you even if you tried to hide from him. but for now, it was helpless against the sun inside of gojo. the sun within him didn't shine like early morning warm rays but it burned like wildfire. it burned so golden that it was almost white, scorching your heart in the process. and he still believed that he was safe— safe enough to love you and for you to love as well.
he knew very well that the sun inside him could burn the world, but he still looked at you like you were his undoing, he still held you like he wanted you to love him. and to love him was to face the wildfire inside him— to burn with him.
at that moment, you wish you could have a conversation with death. if you could, then you would look it in the eyes and say something you knew would make death's heart stop.
"if you want me, then find me in the ashes."
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kakushino · 6 months
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Cold?
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Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader
Christmas present for dear @kanao-tsuyuri-art inspired by this post.
Tags: fluff Word count: 0,6k
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AN: It may be a early, but I hope this makes you smile and warms you a little in these cold times.
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Kyojuro could be a dense man at times. For all his book-smarts, his ability to pick up on hints fluctuated around level 0, and it always took you pointing out something you wanted him to notice for him to actually take note of it. 
You getting a new outfit was always met with his falcon-like stare, an absent-minded smile and a “Did you get a new haircut?” He always knew something was off, but he never picked up on the right thing.
Which made it all the more surprising he noticed your shivering and correctly guessed the source.
Kyojuro was also getting better at using his ‘inside voice’ though he forgot at times. Like now. “Are you cold, my love?!” 
“Yes, a little.” You disliked the cold but you could hardly pass up the opportunity to go to the Christmas market with your boyfriend. You were both so busy at times it was hard to schedule dates; of course you would brave the Arctic to be with your Kyojuro, even if you hated the temperatures.
His smile diminished - a winter sun compared to his usual summer cheer. He didn’t hesitate, however, and quickly pulled off his right knitted glove, offering it to you. The grateful smile lighting up your beautiful face was his reward. 
Kyojuro always ran a little hotter than you, so he was sure the garment would warm your right hand. He took your left in his right, bringing it closer to his face as he intertwined your fingers. “Worry not! What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t warm you up!” 
His searing hot lips kissed your icy fingertips, making blood rush to your cheeks even more than before - this time not from the cold. “A terrible one to be sure,” you teased lightly, burying your face in your scarf to hide your shy smile.
“Well, at least you know what kind of wish you don’t need then!” Kyojuro puffed up his chest. “I promise to be the best partner you’ve ever had!” His passionate declaration prompted a slew of giggles from you. He was so silly, yet so sweet.
You had already done your shopping, gotten some of the mulled wine, and tasted the amazing food served at your local Christmas market. The last item on Kyojuro’s imaginary itinerary was wishing on the bell.
It wasn’t a custom native to either of your country of origin, but the market offered the option this year. You could make a wish and ring the bell to make it come true before the New Year.
Kyojuro dragged you criss-cross through the entire square to find it. It was a bell hung above a small stool, there was a rope hanging from the middle connected to the clapper to ring it once you made your wish. There was no queue at the moment, though you remembered seeing one when you came to the markets.
“Come on! Time to make a wish, my love!” His grin lit up the square more than the Christmas tree lights as he took all your bags and urged you forward.
With a wide smile at his antics, you stepped on the stool to reach the rope and made your wish, the clanging of the bell sounding somewhat sweet, and you believed, right then and there under your love’s fiery gaze, that your wish would come true.
The moment passed, and it was Kyojuro’s turn.
He might be the one who represented a flame, but it was your smile, your charm, and your love that set his heart ablaze as he walked towards the bell. The small box he kept in his pocket burned through his clothes as he fervently wished:
May my love say ‘yes’.
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strkyoo · 7 months
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i love the way you write lynette! she's so cutie patootie and huggable :)
since the request is still open, can i request freminet x male reader? where reader is reviewing an album photo of freminet and his siblings when they're still young. freminet became all embarrassed by your praises, like "you're so cute in this photo" or anything like that. it can be drabble or oneshot, i don't mind, pls take your time <3
✦ 彡 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
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pairing ; freminet x male!reader — fluff !
in which ; freminet and you accidentally find his old photo album, and the two of you decide to look at it.
warnings ; established relationship, energetic reader?, nicknames (fremi — freminet receiving), many compliments and teasing from reader bc they cherish fremi with all of their soul (relatable), flushy fremi, tooth rotting fluff bc AUGH i love this boy so SO muhc — wc ; 773
a/n ; a freminet x male reader?? HELLO???? dont mind if i do 🙏🙏‼️ though i think this is more leaned to gn side so hope you dont mind :3
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today is indeed a lovely day, where you’re just chilling in freminet’s quiet, penguin-themed room. since the twins are out of the house for their magic performance, the two of you can do anything without being disturbed and teased by the twins.
it was really fun— you played with freminet for hours in his bedroom, from card games like uno to role playing with his penguin plushie, pers. until you saw something strange poked out from his drawer. something like… an album photo?
you walked toward the album photo and took it with a curious grin, walking back to his bed and holding the book tightly in your arms— just in case freminet wanted to take the book from you. but instead of trying to take the book or plead to you, he silently observed the old book in your arms. as if he wanted to see the book containing his childhood photos too!
you flipped the first page, and there was a quite old photo (based on the texture and quality) of freminet in his baby form. hugging his beloved penguin plushie, pers, so tightly. he looked kinda funny too.
“you’re so cute!!” you exclaimed, looking at the baby photo of him and his current self repeatedly. “see how much you’ve changed, fremi!” you added with a genuine smile, pressing your nose against his squishy cheeks, intentionally kissed it too.
“... i looked goofy.” he suddenly added, his voice still monotone, but you can sense a hint of shyness in it. he was being so straightforward... “pfft—! well, baby photos are always goofy and weird, but you looked cuter here!”
freminet couldn’t help but smile as well at your compliment, as he kept observing his baby form while waiting for you to flip to another page.
the next page, there is a photo of freminet reaching the age of five and getting a penguin pajamas as a gift from the twins. gosh, he looked so happy— that big, innocent smile brings a smile to you too!
“ah, i remembered that pajama. ever since lyney and lynette gave it to me on my birthday, i never even want to change my clothes. i insisted on wearing it all the time,” he admitted with a sheepish chuckle, pointing at the penguin pajamas.
you squealed because you were melted by the photo, swinging your legs excitedly. “archons, fremi! why are you so cute?!” you asked with a hint of aggressive affection, making freminet a little surprised. were his old photos that cute? it wasn’t even close to good… he thought.
after a few minutes of trying to calm down, you flipped to the next page, revealing the younger freminet hugging his penguin plushie while sleeping so serenely. and he looked so pretty too…
“i don’t remember this photo.” freminet said quietly, observing his younger sleeping self. “did lyney take it without my knowledge?” he asked again, quietly, as if he was asking himself.
“why are you suddenly whispering?” you suddenly asked, accidentally breaking the silence and cracking a smile. “oh, uh—”
“i just didn’t want to wake him up.” he joked while pointing at his younger self in the picture, making you laugh a little and nudging his shoulder playfully. “are you always like this? lookin’ so pretty when you were asleep?”
“s-stop…” he mumbled, clearly getting overwhelmed by each of your compliments. “don’t ‘s-stop’ me! just admit that you’re not just a pretty crier, but a pretty sleeper too!”
as time goes by, you spend hours looking at the childhood album photo with your boyfriend. you couldn’t stop squealing and showering him with so much affection and kisses, and it made him blush hard for the rest of the day. it’s not your fault that he’s so goddamn adorable.
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another note ; IM BACK!! omg finally WUAUAUUA it took so long to write this smh…. i miss writinf so much.. kinda fell in love with this new theme ngl
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— © strkyoo, 2023.
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syeren · 2 months
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APRIL SHOWERS, MAY BRING FLOWERS.
With spring rolling around, he couldn’t help but peer at the dainty, blushed petals that floated down from the cherry blossom trees. Every step was like he was walking on a cloud— whimsical, inviting— and only the lull of passing cars gave contrast to the twinkling of the bright sunlight.
Is this a date? He thought, continuing down the pathway. Or perhaps he was just overthinking. Maybe this was just all a misunderstanding that his fluttering heart convinced him with. No, no. You couldn’t possibly like him back. While ruminating within his thoughts, his feet come to an abrupt stop.
“You’re here!”
The sound of your voice was like the rays of sun beaming through the cracks of the branches. His eyes tore away from the pavement below and locked onto the bright ones that dazzled upon your face. Perhaps he had been staring for too long, as the silence of the situation dawned on him. Act fast.
“Hey,” he cooly replied, closing the gap between the both of your figures.
A mere chuckle let out from your lips, and you turned around to continue to walk down the flowery path. “I wasn’t late, right?”
“No, no… Or maybe I’m early. So that makes you extra late,” he playfully quipped, nudging you gently on the shoulder. He knew you would roll your eyes at that comment. Oh, you actually did.
“It’s 12:15 on the dot,” you protested, “Our set time is 12:20. So technically, we’re both late by your terms.”
He stifled a laugh and quickly turned his head to the side, finding solace in the presence of you and the blooming blue bells, fluttery cherry blossom petals, and tulips. He would put you in the same category with the flowers, nonetheless.
“Always so pretty during this season,” you commented, following his line of sight to gaze at the tiny flowers that dotted along the path. You reached down to graze the tips of your fingers along one. A quick glance from the flowers onto the soft looking hair of yours— The tempted words spilt from his mouth.
“They’re always pretty every season.”
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AKAASHI, geto, MEGUMI, rei suwa, yamaguchi, choso, gepard (hsr), luka (hsr), xiao, TAMAKI (ohshc), kazehaya, kyo (fruits bskt), and whoever you want <3
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Drunk Dazed Ver Vermillion x F! reader x Doppio Dropscythe
PART TWO
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Warnings: SMUT, alcohol, unprotected sex, breeding kink, threesome mentions from part one, pet-names: princess, baby, etc...
Not proofread!
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Ver woke up with a groggy feeling as if he had been drained mentally and physically. He kept his eyes closed not wanting to let the light seep into his sight just yet. Being hungover really beats my ass every time… he thought to himself. He turned over onto his other side of his body to feel a short body right next to him. His eyes shot open. Who did I fuck? He thought, trying to examine who was next to him. Until he finally noticed. Shit shit shit shit. I fucked my best friends girlfriend shit. Fuck shit. He sat up straight to check if he was naked under the sheets, and sure enough, he was. Fu- his repeated thought was interrupted by the sound of his bathroom door being opened. He looked over to the bathroom only to be met with Doppio Dropscythe’s bright eyes. “Shit, Doppio. I swear I didn’t know! We must have both drank too much and-”
“Ver, calm the hell down,” Doppio interrupted while laughing. 
Ver looked at him with a confused look wondering why he was so chill about him sleeping with his beloved girlfriend.  Doppio walked over to the other side of the bed where you were sleeping and sat down and started to brush your disheveled hair with his fingers. Ver continued to look at him still confused until he became even more confused when he realized Doppio was only in his boxers.
“W-wait. Did we also…” he looked at Doppio with a scared look.
“Of course not Kaichou. What the fuck kind of question is that?” Doppio made a disgusted face.
“Well then do you mind not being so damn cryptic and just tell me what happened?!” Ver whisper yelled. 
Doppio nodded as he started the long (detailed) story of last night. 
Ver rested his face in his palms and shook his head, shocked at what he did yesterday. 
You woke up slowly to Doppio stroking through your strands and you sat up, “Oh, good morning you two,” you said tiredly.
“How are you two not shocked?!” Ver asked.
“We know how to remember things after we have alcohol, Ver,” Doppio replied with a deep chuckle.
  …
You and Doppio walked back to your room hand in hand, “So who was better?” Doppio said, winking at you. 
“Fuck off,” you replied laughing. 
You two arrived in your dorm as you both layed down on your bed, “I’m still so tired,” Doppio said, resting his face in the crook of your neck. 
“Hmmm, yeah? Then how ‘bout I wake you up a little?” 
You took off his pants and boxers for him then sat in his lap, “You’re awfully energetic this fine morning, aren’t ya princess?” he chuckled.
“Mhm,” you said, biting his neck adding more dark bruises to the ones you left yesterday. 
You led his dick toward your hole and sat down on it while your cunt pulsed as you moved up and down squeezing him tight. 
“Ah, fuck baby,” he groaned. 
You bounced on his dick faster as your tits bounced in his face. He took one of your tits in his mouth and he massaged the other one in his hand. 
“Yeah, you’re doing such a good job princess. Go a little faster for me~”
You obeyed his words, getting closer to your climax.
“Fuck Doppi, I’m gonna cum,”
“Go ahead, baby. I’m gonna cum inside of you,”
You both reached climax as your juices squirted all over his lower half and his cum filled up and spurted out of your pussy with the amount he released. 
“Fuck, sorry Doppi! I didn’t mean to make such a mess!” you apologized to him countlessly. 
He took two fingers and brushed it against his muscular thighs and sucked on them with a slight pop at the end, “Ah it’s no biggie. I mean it’s my favorite beverage~”
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a/n: idk if I'll do a part three???? Maybe with Ver only or Ver and Doppi?? who knows? Anyways, thanks for reading! Pls reblog to support!
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Today's Fluff is these two fated souls
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brisquad-unit-4402 · 3 months
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hihi may i request number 37 for kyo for the 100 followers thing!! congrats btw :3
Maybe kyo said something sweet to the reader but feels embarrassed afterwards,?
damn. i rlly didn’t write this until the very last day of his life huh. my condolences on our oshi. but still! send him off strong and happy and be sure to celebrate both the times you've had and the ones he's about to invite after he graduates!
tags: pre-relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader, teasing
#100 followers for 4402 - 37. embarrassed
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Something in Kyo’s gene pool made his height spring up nearly overnight. You’d even be happy for him—
“How’s the weather down there?”
—If he didn’t rub it in your face any chance he got.
It’s karma. You were taller than him just a few weeks ago and watching him react to you poking fun at his height is what kept you going. Now he towers over you (nothing to be ashamed of) and leans down while he speaks (everything to be ashamed of).
You scoff and roll with the punches. “Nice and shady while your beanstalk ass stares directly into the sun.”
“Nah, I’m having the time of my life up here,” Kyo says. You walk side by side with him, and now that today's classes at the Institute are over, it's at your own pace, without any of the rush of the school day. “Is this what it’s like to be the tall one?”
“Something like that. If I knew you would be this obnoxious about growth spurts, I would’ve told the moon to pick someone else.” You poke him. “Should’ve made me even taller than you.”
“You wish, being shorter suits you. It's cute.”
“You saying I’m cute?”
Kyo is quick to retort whenever any of your friends insinuate anything around him, but as his mouth opens, no sound comes out. His lips are slightly parted.
"You are!" You bump up against his arm to bring his guard down. "Aww, I had no idea you thought of me like that. You're not an asshole like you insist, are you?"
"Fuck off. I'm talking about your height, not you."
"Same thing! Besides, didn't you hate being called cute when you were smaller than me?"
"Woah, this isn't about me."
"Exactly." You smirk. "You want me to call you cute too?"
He doesn't say anything to that either, so between your footfalls, you look right up at him and his stupid height, ready to banter right back at whatever he says next.
What isn't expected is how he stares straight ahead, too focused on something that doesn't exist to watch you. The dyed streaks in his hair, usually tucked behind his ear, hang in front of his face instead, as if the pink would suggest the color over his face as a trick of a light.
When was the last time Kyo was speechless like this? You can't recall any of your other friends winning over no matter how they tried pushing his buttons. Perhaps he's the type that can dish it out but can't take it—after all, you're the only one in the Institute that can go toe-to-toe with him and his biting wit.
Curious to test the hypothesis, you bump up to him again. "You aren't denying it."
He tilts his head away, but now there's no mistaking the blush as anything else, just as bright as his hair along his cheek and over the corners of his ears, and a grumble under his breath you can't understand.
"Sorry, can't hear you, speak up please?" You tease, feigning innocence.
Kyo's brows scrunch together as he snaps his head to you, but despite the height and the many conversations you've had with him, he looks smaller than ever. "I said fine. You're cute. Happy now?"
Now it's your turn to forget how to speak, but luckily, you recover faster than he ever did. "Yes, actually."
"Great."
The pathway goes from pavement to dirt, and the crunching gravel under your shoes takes up the space your words can't fill. A tiny feeling of victory spreads through you.
"Are you embarrassed?" You ask.
"No," he says.
Neither of you buy it.
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✧. ┊ event post ✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi
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shuchu · 8 months
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im not even a kyo stan but like 😳 imagining the trope where childhood friends get seperated for a while and when they reuinte again, person a is shocked at how much person b has changed and now person a is confused and flustered around person b 🥺
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ different but familiar ₊˚ෆ
character(s): kyo kaneko
note: gn!reader ; fluff ; not proof read!
a/n: oh gosh i haven't written a proper fic in ages... i apologise if this is sloppy ;w; but hey, my first kyo fic o_o despite being a kyomie for a while now lol oops. i actually really enjoyed writing this, it made me feel all soft and warm on the inside hehe. this kinda ended on a cliffhanger, let me know if you guys want a part two!! thank you anon for the idea!! enjoy lovelies ♡
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you were on your way to the coffee shop nearby to get your coffee before heading to work. you take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as you walk through a carpet of leaves, hearing them crunch beneath your feet. you swing open the door and hear the little jingle of the bell before the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with the fragrant scent of coffee wafts towards your nose. a faint smile graces your features as you walk towards the counter to order.
"hi what can i get for you today?" the cheerful cashier asks.
"i'll have an oat milk cappuccino with 2 shots of espresso as well as a croissant please." you respond, giving the cashier a friendly smile.
"will that be all?"
"yep! thank you!"
just as you were about to pull out your card to pay, you see someone reach forward to tap their card on the machine. you turn to your left to see who it was. a guy with light blue hair smiles at you and says, "my treat."
as you walked over to the collection counter with him, you were trying to figure out why this guy looked so familiar. did you know him?
and then it hit you...your eyes widened as you looked at him
"kyo?"
he turned towards you with a soft chuckle, "took you long enough."
"oh my gosh...i haven't seen you in..." your voice falters as you try to recall the number of years
"thirteen years." he says as he looks at you with a small smile
"oh wow...it's been that long huh? how've you been? i hope mr. and mrs. kaneko have been well."
"oh yeah i've been busy, got a job that literally takes up all of my time. my parents are doing good though, thank you for asking about them."
"so...what brings you back to our quaint little town?"
"well...my mom and dad wanted to meet some old friends and catch up with them. i've been working tirelessly for months without a break so i decided..."
kyo's voice drifts off, melting together with the background ambiance of the coffee shop as you stare shamelessly at him, noticing the changes in his appearance since you last saw him.
oh wow, when did he get his ear pierced? his face changed a lot...it's a lot more defined now. also, he shot up so much what the heck?! i was taller than him when we were kids...that's so unfair, why do guys get so much taller after puberty...wait, was he always this handsome...?
"hey...hey y/n...are you done checking me out?" kyo's voice gets clearer again as you snap out of your thoughts. you feel your cheeks heat up after getting caught staring at him and because of the close proximity between the both of you. he leaned in to get your attention and now both of your faces were just a few inches apart.
you avert your gaze to compose yourself and mumble, "i wasn't checking you out..."
he leans back and chuckles, "uh huh...so tell me what i said then." he teases, a smirk evident on his face.
you stay silent because obviously you didn't hear what he said, he chuckles and flicks your forehead gently, "you haven't changed a bit, always spacing out."
you move your hand to rub the spot he flicked with a pout, "quit it, you're still as annoying as you were back then." you giggle after and he laughs too. it felt nice to joke around with him again. your heart swells with happiness, you've missed him — more than you thought you did.
the barista calls out your name and you go to grab your order.
"i'm assuming you're headed off to work now, where do you work by the way?"
"oh it's just 3 blocks down, that massive office building?"
"oh yeah, i know which one you're talking about. what time do you get off work?"
"6pm."
"oh perfect, i'll see you then. we need to have a proper catchup. dinner's on me too." he says with a boyish grin.
"no that's okay, i can-"
"nuh uh uh, no can do. um...i'm sure you have to start walking, it's almost 9am. you don't wanna be late to work do you?" he says as he places his hands on your shoulders and swivels you around to face the direction of your office.
you click your tongue and start walking, turning your head back to respond to him, "we'll see mr kaneko. i'll have my card ready this time."
"byeee! good luck at work! i'll see you at 6!" he calls out as he waves at you
you wave too and turn back around with a sappy smile on your face, your cheeks flushed. well that's something to motivate me to get through work today
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auraee · 2 years
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- 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪. -
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❁ 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 - I should have been writing something else, I really should have. Just earlier today I was making lunch and my brain was like "Oh my god, what if-" and here we are. This little short story is pretty fluffy and suggestive, so if you're alright with that -
❁𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀!❁
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The moon’s frosty glow shone proudly into our bedroom through the glass balcony doors and windows, rivalling the mellow bedside decorative candlelight that melted beside me, filling the room with its sweet coconut scent. Sighing, I lifted my gaze to outline the contents of the room. My eyes traced the few art portraits and cute photos that hung delicately from the pearly walls. At the bottom of the sepia accented wall was a cute little hazelnut sofa with a cable stitched blanket draped over it from the centre - perfect for cuddling. The heating of the room felt wonderful, that alongside the bath that I took not long ago relaxed my muscles, swelling my pleasure as I nestled snug into my oversized worn tee. My attention was then taken back to the balcony doors, peering through it led to a breathless view of the flickering garden lights, twinkling softly amongst themselves like stars and lighting up the colourful patch of flowers that swayed in the middle. 
Work had been long, excruciatingly long, but fulfilling. Now that I have gotten past my writer's block (the means that  got me rid of it was…well) I practically flew through writing the chapter. My editor almost did a cartwheel when I showed her what I had written, gushing over the detailed emotions and rawness of the intimate scene that I painted. When she asked me how I got it done so suddenly after holding back;
…I couldn’t tell her the truth. 
Nevertheless, I got back into my groove - this time, happily typing away on my laptop. Meanwhile, my boyfriend was singing - pretty well actually, in the shower just a little down the hall. The beats of his playlist slipped under the door and out into the open. It sounded like he was having the time of his life in there - I didn’t even know his voice could get that high. 
Abruptly, the door opened further from its ajar state, steamy fog spewing out as it did. Next came the music, much louder than it was previously and then the man himself, in nothing but a towel. Kyojuro stood in the middle of the hallway, his messy ardent hair bobbing in time with the music causing dripping beads of water that fell down to his pecs, joining the several others racing down the rest of his toned torso to see which droplet could reach his pelvis first. I took note of his facial features - the visible, kissable dimples that creviced his cheeks from smiling so much. The elated twinkle in his eye that he got when he was jamming to his tunes - it was quite the cute spectacle. Kyojuro swayed his hips with the rhythm, a firm grasp on the centre of his towel, his bicep tensed, and with my gaze travelling down I was met with two jutting veins from under his honeyed skin. 
Well… now he’s both cute and sexy.
He paid no mind to the world around him, not even noticing my ogling while he continued to sing along with the song playing. Missing a few words here and there, but he definitely had the spirit. The sight flushed my face with furious heat. Even though I had seen him like this several times before it never ceased to have this heart-thumping effect on me. He makes me so shy it frustrates me. I’m already timid as it is, but he makes it so many times worse! 
With a lot of work, I tore my eyes away from Kyojuro’s godly physique and re-adjust my focus to the document in front of me. “Just one more paragraph…” I mumbled internally. 
I had only gotten another sentence written when my train of thought was interrupted, “Love,” called out Kyojuro, slipping on his slippers and shuffling into the bedroom, “I thought we talked about bringing work to bed.”
There was a soft scolding tinge in his tone as he spoke to me, “How are you going to get sufficient rest if you don’t allow yourself to? It’s not healthy to work all the time, even if the thing that you’re working on is your passion. You need to rest.”
I knew he was right, and we did talk about this, but still! Clasping my hands together, I puckered my lips up into a plump pout to make my plea, “I Know, but there’s this-”
Disregarding my protesting, Kyojuro took a seat between my thigh and the rest of the bed, the walnut wooden frame groaning under his weight. In that same movement he placed his other hand on the bedding just off my other thigh, closing the distance between us, “What did we decide on?”
“...Not to bring work to bed.” I grumbled, shifting slightly on the bed sheets, growing nervous at his sudden proximity.
“That’s right.”
“But if I just complete this paragraph!” 
“You can complete it tomorrow, baby.” Kyojuro insisted, his voice shifting to more concern. He adjusted his towel again before resting it on the back of my laptop. “Save your work. You will have time to do it tomorrow. When you are working.”  
I pulled my gaze away from Kyojuro, to think, nibbling at my lower lip as I did so, “I suppose so…”
Kyojuro then reached for my chin, his thumb tenderly grazed my lower lip, somewhat tugging it free from my teeth, “No, you are going to do it.” he urged, “You are going to rest tonight because you deserve it!”
I sighed, finally caving in. That response promptly dealt me another jovial grin from my goofball partner, “Alright…”
“Great! Now, stand up!” 
A squeal involuntarily left me as Kyojuro took my hands, pulled me from the bed and into his chest,“What? Why?”
“You are going to dance with me! My bathroom playlist is still going, Mariah Carey is on now!”
“...You have a bathroom playlist?”
Kyojuro’s spirited laugh rang to all four corners of the room, twirling my figure under his arm and coaxing me to move in time with his body.
“Yes! I have a set playlist for a myriad of things! Cooking, working out, and so on!”
I, in turn, side-stepped awkwardly, “Ah, Kyo… I don’t know. My body isn’t as, you know, moveable…” I chuckled, “I’d rather watch you!”
Kyojuro shook his head giggling, once again ignoring my protests, “Your body doesn’t have to be anything! I just want feel you move with me, flower!”
Warmth swept my figure again at Kyo’s words, but I shyly agreed to Kyojuro’s delight. 
Fantasy by Mariah was playing, her voice bounced off the walls, giving the ambiance of the dimly lit room a sweet, care-free air. Over time, I gradually let go of my embarrassment, dancing along and laughing at Kyojuro being a cheesy dork. 
“Oh, when you walk by every night! Talkin' sweet and lookin' fine!” Kyojuro sang enthusiastically, simultaneously turning rhythmically to smack himself on the butt, “I get kinda hectic inside! Mmm, baby, I'm so into you! Darlin', if you only knew! All the things that flow through my mind~”
I nearly teared up from laughing at this new spectacle, not to mock him, but in appreciation to get me to go along with him. 
So naturally, I did.
“But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby.” I sang giggling, continuing the duet, “When I close my eyes, you come and take me ~ on and on and on, it's so deep in my daydreams. But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby~”
“There you go,” chimed Kyojuro, continuing to dance, “You look stunning, _______!” 
My lips puckered up into an appreciative smile as I shut my eyes and finally got to the groove of the music. I rocked my hips from side to side, bobbing my head in time while running my fingers down my curves, feeling the soft fabric of my tee rise up my brown skin in the process. Unbeknownst to me, I felt a hand reach lightly tug at my wrist and pull me towards a chiselled abdomen. Under the allure of the coconut scented room, a rough, calloused hand sandwiched the plush of my thigh between its fingers, enticing me to follow the rocking hips of the man humming behind me. Then, following the first arm, the second returned to my waist to hug it tightly. A shuddering warm breath brushed over the exposed portion of my shoulder, lingering there for a moment and in the next a seedling kiss was then planted, followed by various tantalising others. 
I hummed at the affection, bashfully basking in my love’s appreciation of me. I reached up to massage Kyojuro’s humid scalp, with him returning a muffled groan  as he continued his tender assault. The song was teased to end, the remaining seconds of the melody lingered in the air, when suddenly my eyes snapped open.
“K-Kyo?” I stammered, almost voiceless between hot breaths. 
I got a carnal, playful hum in response. 
“I– think your fantasy fell and your reality is poking me…”
“Hm?-- OH!”
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- 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 -
❀ 𝔸𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 ⚘ ꕤ 𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 ⚘ ❁ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟
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”time for bed, pretty pup.”
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”i don’t wanna!”
the pup protested as he was picked up by Soap. He thrashed and squirmed, his ears drooping in sadness.
“it’s getting late, pretty boy.”
the sergeant replied tiredly as he carried his pouty boyfriend, the debriefing with Price and Gaz was tiring enough and his little pup wasn’t helping with his bratty attitude.
“i’m a big boy, i can sleep whenever i like!”
he kept protesting as he whined loudly. He bit Soap’s shoulder, pulled on his mohawk, and other bratty things. the pup was used to sleeping late, so his boyfriend forcing him to sleep at 10pm wasn’t acceptable for the pup.
“if you sleep, ill take you to the candy store tomorrow as soon as it opens.”
Soap said as he put the pup in bed, tucking him in and sitting next to him.
“…”
“you swear?”
the boy said softly as he snuggled up to Soap, burying his face in the soldier’s chest.
“i promise, you know i never break a promise.”
“except when you lied to me and forced me to go to the vet.”
“…”
“…”
“shut up and sleep, you bratty little thing.”
Soap said with a sigh as he cuddled with the pup, turning off the lamp and closing his eyes.
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piichuu · 9 months
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♡ STARGAZING - KYO SOHMA
NOTES: fluff, gn!reader
WORD COUNT: 352
AUGUST DRABBLES
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“what are you doing out here? it’s getting cold,” kyo speaks as he walks out into the garden, finding you laying in the cold grass that surrounds you while you’re looking up towards the sky. “i’m looking at the stars, kyo. come watch them with me.”
he raises an eyebrow at the suggestion but since it’s you who’s requesting it, he can’t help but carefully sit down beside you, looking up towards the sky. “lay down, you’ll break your neck otherwise,” you mention, weakly pushing at his shoulders from the position you’re in and he sighs but eventually agrees and lies down beside you.
“look, those ones look like a heart if you focus,” you point up towards the stars as if there aren’t a billion of them, but kyo tries to follow the direction of your finger and squints his eyes as he tries to see what you mean, and eventually, he notices the stars slowly taking the form of a heart.
when he turns to look at you, he notices how you’re already smiling at him widely as you’re proud of your discovery. he can’t help but chuckle, ruffling your hair which causes you to let out a quiet giggle. “we should still go inside or you’ll catch a cold,” he says as you look back up towards the stars.
“just a little while longer, i’ll be fine.”
kyo lets out a sigh but is silenced as you lay your head on his chest, seeming to cuddle into him. “don’t you think it’s peaceful to look at the stars? you can look at them and try to see different forms, i think it’s very cool. sometimes you might even see planets,” you mumble as kyo reaches one hand down to brush through your hair.
“i suppose i don’t do it often enough to realize how peaceful it is,” he whispers which causes you to look up at him with a soft smile playing at your lips. “let’s do this more often then.” “only if you bring blankets out next time, because now we’re going inside before you get really sick.”
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mxplesyrvp · 10 months
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SAY YOU WON'T LET GO — feat. cyno
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synopsis. When you're so in love with him that it's all you could ever think about without considering that he loves you back a thousandfold.
includes. cyno being the sweetest companion to a lovebird such as yourself <3 || first person pov.
cw. none ! || wc. 600+ || note. writing after what feels like a hundred years all because cyno is living inside my brain and I need to share my thoughts. Very self-indulgent. Enjoy!
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The wind whistled tales of lamentation across the desolate landscapes of Sumeru, dancing with the grains of sand in the air. The heat had established its reign, stealing every living being's breath, leaving them parched enough to see stars in their wake. Amid that deep dejection, appeared a wisp of woven dreams and glittering stardust— an oasis. It was almost as if the winds had sung the wishes of the living to the Gods; and they had granted it.
You had your back pressed to the bark of a young palm tree which formed a part of the vegetation that thrived due to the kindness of the oasis, watching the once general mahamatra having the time of his life while he kept himself afloat on the surface of the crystal clear water.
"Aren't you going to take a dip, cub?" Cyno raised his eyebrows at you, swimming to the edge of the pool.
"Hmm?" You snapped out of your reverie, processing what he asked, "Um, I don't feel like it. Why don't you go on ahead and enjoy?"
He placed both his arms on the sandy surface of the raised edge which kept in the water of the oasis and rested his chin over them. With his cape gone, his mane of silver hair celebrated its freedom framing his face, dripping crystals of water due to its wetness. He tilted his head a little and gave you a small smile, his eyes catching a sort of glimmer that made your breath hitch. Gaze as sharp as thorns yet complete with the gentleness of rose petals, blooming in that exquisite colour of blood; it hit you how weak he made you. You never wished him to realize how much you wanted to make him the air you breathed, the tears you blinked and the home you lived in. You'd never let him know how much you were prepared to lose for him. Not even when you stroked his hair while he slept or in your dreams, you'd never tell him.
A stray tear trickled down the slope of your cheek as you folded in on yourself, realizing how far you'd fallen into this chasm of love. You quickly swiped your thumb over your face, wishing Cyno hadn't seen the drop of tear glistening on your cheek.
"Why do you appear so nervous all of a sudden?" he posed, "Don't tell me you're afraid of the water."
Glad that he hadn't got a whiff of what actually had you so shaken up, you snapped your fingers to cover your embarrassment with a little bit of coolness as you said, "Bingo. I honestly can't swim."
You watched him throw his head back as he chuckled, shoulders dancing to the rhythm of reverberations of his carefree laughter. You didn't mind him laughing at your silly revelation, you loved it when his lips parted like that in mirth, how the corners of his eyes crinkled with his eyes squeezed such as if there was not a care in the world. You loved it when he let his guard down around you like that, as if he wanted you to know in secret how much he trusted you. It made you want to crumble to dust and be part of the sand below you. It was too much, you felt like your heart would burst with this sweetness.
"That's it?" he sighed from all that laughter, "You really think you'd drown when I'm here?"
"I believed it best to not make a fool of myself," I said casually, "But since you insist..."
You rose from your sitting position with closed eyes and threw yourself into the water. The cold hit you hard, jamming your lungs, but you wanted Cyno to know that you trusted him like he did you. Soon enough, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and you were pulled out to the surface.
Gasping for breath, you held onto Cyno with everything you had. When you finally blinked the water out of your eyes, you found his ruby eyes fixated on you, searching for any kind of fear he could help disperse. He held onto you like any man would his heart, tender as a feather yet strong as iron.
He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering against your skin," I'd never let go of you, cub."
Words would never be able to describe the flutter of butterflies breaking free from your heart's cage as you let yourself fall into him further with a nervous kiss you could no longer contain.
With your lips on his and his on yours, both of you had forged the unspoken seal of love.
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