#white x reader

[inviberu]

everlasting vows

Faced by the question and decision of swearing their devotion and love to you, what do they do? A promise that will bind them to you for eternity... Are they willing to go to such lengths for you?

Characters: Everyone (with the exception of riquet and mitile)

Note: I tried making everyone cute to the best of my abilities but some kind of just... slipped. Happy June Bride!

— Oz!

Oz pauses for a moment. He doesn't know what to say. He almost doesn't want to say anything in the moment after letting the thought sink into his mind. He was the most powerful wizard in the world—he already has enough weaknesses as it is with his injury and his love for Arthur but he already knew that you were one of them the moment he realised how helpless he was when it came to you. Asking him to promise you his unwavering loyalty and love was akin to making yourself a target for all his enemies to pounce on just to get a hold over him. He doesn't doubt his feelings for you. He knows that he'll be able to love you till the end of time and beyond but he wanted to make sure: are you certain? You kiss his doubts away gently and that's all he needed.

"Very well. If that is what you wish… I am yours for all eternity."

— Arthur!

He doesn't hesitate. Arthur treated you like his whole world; you were the most important thing to him and having him promise you such a thing brought him immense joy that it almost brings him to tears as he grasps your hands lovingly under the moonlight. He ran his thumb across the back of your palm gently and looked at you with a gaze so soft you could hardly believe that someone could love you this much. There was no one else present in this moment but you in his eyes as he lifted your hand and pressed his lips to your fingers.

"You don't need to ask. My heart has always been ready to love you forevermore."

— Cain!

He's surprised but his expression quickly broke into a huge smile. Sometimes, Cain acted as if he was human, forgetting that his words—his promises—held so much weight behind them. You thought this was one of those instances but Cain merely shook his head and gave you his reassurance. Human, wizard, unicorn, or whatever entity he might be—it doesn't matter to him. In every universe he's in with you, with every version of himself that might exist out there, he'll always take your hand and vow to you. Like a knight swearing that he's hopelessly devoted to you for life.

"I'll protect you. I promise this—I will never leave your side."

— Snow!

He didn't think you were serious the first time you asked him. He was sure you were doing it in the spur of the moment and got carried away by shallow desires that brought sadness to him when all he felt was pure unaltered love and desire to be by your side. He loved you, yes, but if you were asking him with even just a little smidge of doubt—he'll turn you away. He wanted you to be certain. Snow always liked living in certainty; for things to remain constant once he's committed. He doesn't bode well with change and if there's just a small part of you that doubted him, he gets scared. He doesn't want things with you to end terribly. He already experienced far too much grief and pain that change brought to him.

"I'll wait for you. Be it a hundred years or another thousand—I want to see that your feelings for me will not change. But know that I hold you closer to my heart than anyone else… That is the reason why I want to be certain. I do not wish for an unhappy ending for both of us."

— White!

He's overjoyed but it was difficult to miss the hint of bitterness in his expression and tone when he replies to you. He wants to—so badly; so desperately to the point that he felt his heart ache despite being dead. He's driven by his emotions but the weight of reality is heavy on his shoulders and he couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He is not the same man he once was. He felt like he's merely a shadow of himself. A fragment of himself that he can't even tell if it's truly him or not. He wants to—He can. But, are you prepared to accept him for everything he is as he stands? Even if this form of his is fleeting? If you are, then he'll take your hand and never let you go.

"If you're willing to have me for all that I am… I will respond to your feelings with much more fervour. Truly, I love you. I promise you nothing but my heart to be yours."

— Mithra!

Promises; Mithra knew not to make them. He thinks it's troublesome—an unnecessary risk and a waste of time. However, when you asked him, he couldn't help but wonder if this was the equivalent of what marriage was to Tiletta when she was alive. A promise to love someone forevermore… His feelings are not one to waver. His feelings aren't fickle. They were stubborn just as he is and he couldn't help but think to himself that maybe promising himself to you wasn't as bad as it sounds. However, he wanted to make sure that you'd do the same for him. He doesn't want to love so passionately and be responded to by a lukewarm romance. He'd take it if he was desperate but he wants—Northern wizards when they want are terrifying.

"Your unwavering devotion and love. I want it. It's only fair if you promise me that too."

— Owen!

He wanted to dodge the question and disappear into mist but his body couldn't move and he couldn't bring himself to bark out another insult or a snarky comment to mock you. It was a futile question but you asked him anyway, you knew that he would always turn away and try to deny himself of his feelings to protect himself from such a vulnerability. But seeing him hesitate this much made your breath hitch because that proved that there was a part of him that was considering it—that there was a part of him that wanted to swear his love to you, even if it's small. He thought for another minute and that's when it hit him. Why not bind you to himself instead? He wouldn't feel as vulnerable and your desire to be together for eternity will be fulfilled.

"What made you think I'd let myself be chained to you? Let's put it like this… Why don't I put a chain around your neck and bind you to me instead? Come on, promise me."

— Bradley!

He sputtered out incoherent noises for a moment and tried to make sure his ears weren't betraying him. The thought never occurred to him and thinking about it now was something he never thought he would do. Promising his eternal love for someone was heavy—far too heavy for someone like him who liked the feeling of being free. Though it wasn't like he wasn't considering it. He loved you. Dearly. Passionately. Desperately. But a promise can be lethal to a wizard and he's reckless—what if he messes up? What if they take you to have something to hold over his head? What if he puts you in danger? What if he loses his magic and both of you end up getting killed? He doesn't know. He doesn't wanna know. He gives you a ring wordlessly as he slips it into your finger. He'll do this much.

"This ain't what yer probably expectin' but… Take it. I don't want ya to feel like I'm just half-assin' my feelings for ya."

— Faust!

Faust freezes and for a moment he allows himself to hope; to dream of a future with you by his side. He stopped himself and brought himself back to reality and looked at you with a difficult expression. He wanted to but a part of him was afraid—coming to terms with his feelings for you was already difficult as it is but admitting that he wants to believe in something he feels like is out of his reach is something that makes him take a step back. His love was pure but uncertainty was something that stayed in his heart from years before.

"Please… Don't ask me such a difficult question next time. I cannot give you the answer I want to say."

— Nero!

It takes him a moment to process everything but once he did, he covered his face with his hands to try and cover the huge smile that took over his face. He was beyond happy—someone wanted to spend the rest of their life with him? The words may not be exact but he took them as words akin to a marriage proposal and all of a sudden he's left fantasising about what could be. A future with you… It doesn't sound so bad (he's ecstatic). He manages to face you with a calmer expression and gives you a smile.

"If you'll have me, I'd be glad to stay by your side. I'll stay for as long as you want me to—Actually, no, scratch that. You'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life."

— Heathcliff!

His first reaction was his embarrassment telling him to run away but the sincere look in your eyes made him stay in place as he looked at you with an expression just as sincere as yours. He didn't want to respond to your feelings and questions half-heartedly—he didn't want to hurt you. Though how could he ever hurt you when his heart was already set on loving you for the rest of his life? It was difficult for him to say his answer but with the way he took your hand and placed it on his chest, just over where his heart was, you already knew his answer without another word from his lips.

"Of course… I can no longer see myself not being by your side. I love you—that's a promise."

— Shino!

It didn't occur to him that it was a question you have to ask him. In his mind, it was already set to default. He didn't think that there was any need to ask. When he fell in love with you and when you accepted his heart, he already knew that he was bound to you for life. His love and devotion is yours for all time; his blade will have another purpose—to protect you. He just looked at you blankly and raised an eyebrow. All of a sudden the serious atmosphere between the two of you broke when he tilted his head.

"I thought that was already a given, though? No? Well, I'll say it for you if you want me to. My love, loyalty, and devotion… It's all yours forever."

— Shylock!

Shylock was no stranger to indulging selfish requests from all people but there was always a clear line he wouldn't cross unless it was for certain people. He yearned with all of his heart—desperately and passionately. Asking him such a question was akin to asking him to walk straight into his doom. He knew that promising himself to you for all eternity will bring him immense happiness; he'll get addicted. It was as if he was tasting the finest wine he's ever had for the first time. How will he bear to let you go if those unspoken promises finally come to fruition? He'll never let you go. Not even after death.

"Fufu… After hearing such a passionate declaration of love for me, how could I bring myself to refuse you? Prepare yourself—I won't hold back any longer."

— Murr!

His expression didn't change in the slightest. Or perhaps it did, a very miniscule one that escaped your eye. Murr was a mystery no one could solve; he was a constant unpredictable variable. Every word he said to you, every touch he left on your skin, and every kiss he gave you—they were all mysteries. Even his answer to your question was a mystery. Not because he gave you a confusing response as usual but because he was silent. He didn't say anything and just continued smiling at you. For a split moment, you don't know if his eyes were downcast or it was just your eyes playing tricks on you.

"Really, really? You want me? Haha! Maybe that's a love that isn't so fruitless~!"

— Rustica!

Devoted; Rustica was a man full of undying love and devotion. He searched for his missing brides for years without any qualms. There might be a few hiccups here and there but it was undeniable that when Rustica loves, he loves wholeheartedly. Loving you was like a melody he couldn't get enough of—everything he does seems to remind him of you and he thinks to himself: so this is what it feels like to be in love with you.

"I can already hear the bells ringing for both of us. It's a precious melody meant for us… Love suits us well, doesn't it?"

— Chloe!

Chloe wasn't fully aware of the heavy weight of a promise is to a wizard. But his love is pure and he loved innocently, all he knew is how he wanted to be with you and nothing else. And that was enough reason for him to respond to you with a smile on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. He knew this is what he wanted—with a wave of his hand, he'll create the perfect attire for the both of you for your ceremony. Oh? Was he being too hasty?

"Oh! I already know what we'd wear. You'd like a traditional white theme, right—Ah, wait! I never properly responded to you… Yes, a million times, yes! I love you!"

— Figaro!

He thought it was funny that you asked him, an elusive character, such a question. Tying him down to you with a promise of eternal love and unwavering devotion? He was hoping that your positions were switched where he's the one asking you that instead. He found himself unable to answer you as he ran a finger through his hair and let out a deep sigh. He avoided looking into your gaze but when his eyes finally wandered and saw yours, he felt a little bit of his resolve break—he felt like he was going crazy. Maybe he is going crazy. A smile crept up his face.

"Do you want me that much? It feels nice to be wanted… by you. Haha, I don't know anymore. Maybe I will. Take responsibility for me, okay?"

— Lennox!

He doesn't speak much but his actions said more than his words ever could. He knelt down on one knee as he took your hand and placed a kiss on your fingers. You know exactly what he meant and no trace of doubt was evident in your expression as your absolute trust and faith was placed on him. In turn, you raised his hand closer to your lips as well and kissed the back of his palm. You wanted him to know that you'd do the same for him.

"I love you, forever and always. You have my promise."

— Rutile!

He thinks of this moment as something that came out of a fairytale or a storybook he used to read to children. There was a time when he wondered if he'll ever have this kind of moment and he felt wonderful knowing it's you he was with when it happened. He let himself smile and broke into a fit of joyful laughter and giggles. The words you wanted to hear left his lips like honey you couldn't get enough of—one more time, you want to hear his answer once more.

"Nothing would make me happier… I treasure you, I really do. I'd make a thousand promises if it meant making you happy."

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[mikey180]

When it's that time of the month

Type-fluff

Just so you know I kind of think that they wouldn't have the same menstrual cycle that we do. I don't know what they would have, but I just think it would be different.

Tries their very best to understand what's happening, but that doesn't work out very well. They will get you pads/tampons but they will be the wrong size or the wrong brand. So don't be surprised if you ask for pads and they bring back liners instead (poor thing will think they actually got you the right thing). If they find out it wasn't what you wanted they will feel horrible. Offers to get you food instead.

Bam, Hatz, Quant, Hockney, Doom

Asks for very specific details, might even take a picture of what you have left to make sure they get the right thing. Cuddles. Acts like they don't care about what you're going through

Anak, Yasratcha, Yama, Eduan

Goes to the store for everything you need and doesn't mess anything up. they are incredibly embarrassed while they get it though. They'll cook for you and give you as many cuddles and massages though.

Lero ro, karaka, Rak, Rachel

What's there to be embarrassed about? It's normal for you right? okay then. They'll wash the bloody sheets and (try) cook for you.

Hansung Yu, Elaine, Hoe/Ho, Angel, Hwaryun, Yuri, Khun, Endorsi, Evankhell, Arie Hon

Not embarrassed about you or your needs one bit. Will show no shame in getting your products, even if the store is packed.

Hansung Yu, Hwaryun, Eduan, Yuri, Khun, Evankhell, Maschenny

#ratchel #25th bam #bamm #bam #tog khun #khun x reader #bam x reader #hatz x reader #anak x reader #endorsi x reader #lero ro x reader #quant x reader #hansung yu x reader #evankhell x reader #white x reader #yasratcha x reader #Rak x reader #eduan x reader #karaka x reader #yuri x reader #Elaine x reader #Hockney x reader #angel x reader #hwaryun x reader #hoe x reader #ho x reader #yama x reader #doom x reader #khun aguero agnis #khun aguero agnis x reader

[step-on-me-khun]

Hello hello..this is my second time requesting I enjoy & love your writings sm!!

I see how often you state that White becomes Clingy or more Forceful when Jealous!! So how about a NSFW scenario of jealous white + 84. “Mine. Only mine.” from 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵

Feel free to leave it if you're uncomfortable with it

Hello and thank you

oh boy white - he's something else. been really down with writers block, hope this is okay

words: 1863 warnings: smut - minors do not interact taglist: @unexceptional-h @rizonacigaravenue @aoi-turtle @minefujikochan

What things would White always give you because of his actions or moods: a headache or fear? Both probably with a good reason. You never had to be jealous of others conversing with him. He was good at hinting at his interest and why. You weren't protective of White. There wasn't any need for that.

Overprotective White wasn't rare. The height difference and attitude of White made you feel more nervous than protected. Not like anyone would dare chat you up again once White got closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. If White's evil glare didn't frighten them, his cold and harsh words would.

God forbid you ever smile when talking to someone else. It didn't have to be a guy. If White saw the two of you acting flirty, it became a problem. White did have trouble telling you he loved you, and sometimes it didn't feel like he did. But sometimes, he did small things to make it obvious, and his overprotectiveness was not something small.

You belonged to White. There was no way White would ever let you be this flirty with someone.

Certain times when White's pride and obsessiveness reached a boiling point, and he would happily threaten anyone. The smug arrogance in him when White bluntly told them you were his and what he would do to them if they ever came near you. It would build in intensity with each person, but he never became uncontrollable.

No one would ever challenge White for you, and you wouldn't let that happen, regardless. Half of the people who harassed you were creeps, people who only saw you for your body or saw you and thought you were weak and alone.

White saw you with someone. The conversation looked as if it was friendly. It pissed him off. You seemed so attentive so often it was displeasing how easily you got on with others. In White's mind, they were an obvious threat. You belonged to White. It was going to stay that way. No one was going to pull you away from him.

His hand clasps around your wrist. The sheer aura of White had caught you off guard. As your anxiety rose, so did your heartbeat. What was White going to do to get rid of his feelings? He had substantial stress on his shoulders.

"W-What did I do wrong?" You ask, more scared than anxious by now.

White remained quiet, his focus on walking you somewhere. He was never this quiet, but when he was, he was unpredictable. Not like White was ever predictable, to begin with. Well, maybe sometimes he was.

"White," you loudly say, hoping to snap him out of it, "answer me."

As soon as you spoke, White forced you into his room. You knew how this was going to go. Did the situation make you feel scared? Not really. The first time he got slightly jealous, it shook you up a bit, but that was because he's imposing and threatening, even in his eyes.

Your heartbeat rises as White pulls you into a room, swiftly trapping you against him and the door. How small and pathetic you must've looked, and all you could do was imagine what White would be thinking. But with the look in his eyes and smirk on his face. Maybe you didn't want to think about that anymore. Keeping you like this, making you beg and beg to stop or continue, was all White wanted. Plus, he wanted the world to know that you were his and that, even if you left, you couldn't escape from him.

"I don't like you when you're like this," you complain meekly. "What do you plan on doing?"

"Have you no trust in me?" White teases.

You stare at his face, giving him an annoyed look. That question didn't require an answer. You only trusted him when your life was in danger and couldn't truly grasp if, at this moment, you were.

"Do you want me to answer that?" You ask.

White slams his hands down on the door beside your head, a little too close.

"I'd appreciate it if you did."

"I don't feel safe enough to answer."

Not like it mattered or not if you answered, White was going to do what he wanted, and you wouldn't be able to do much about it. He would only stop if you screamed at him, and then he would act surprised.

"Not like it matters at all," White says, moving his hands away from your head, roughly gripping your waist, and turning you around. He pulled you away from the door and forced you face down on your bed. It was quick and made you lose all thoughts you had.

You knew it wasn't wise to act like that around others, to act all flirtatious and outgoing, but meeting new people did no damage.

It was easy to question yourself when White treated you like this. You could accept your fate right now or struggle to get out while you could. But you wanted to wait it out and see what White would do. Being loud enough would get his attention if you weren't happy.

"Strip," White commands, "before I become impatient,"

You could hear the familiar rustle of clothing as it came off. There was no need to turn around to confirm it. You could tell White was getting undressed before you took your top off.

Acting quickly, you removed everything, staying in the same position White put you in.

"That's my good girl," White praises before striking your ass with his hand. He moves behind you, one hand snaking around your waist and up to cup your jaw roughly. "I'm going to keep reminding you who you belong to," White whispers before plunging his cock inside you.

As your soft walls engulf White's length, you grip tightly onto the bedsheet. It was a sudden movement, and he warned you, but you could never tell with White - he was unpredictable.

White would never give in to you. He would rather wait for you to give in to him. But even if White rarely had patience, it would wear thin quickly.

He kept you still, keeping you as close to him as possible.

White smirks against your shoulder, amused by every one of your reactions.

There was no 'easy' way to please White, so you did what he wanted, sometimes taking your time and paying for it later.

How White moved inside you was painfully slow. It annoyed you more than it satisfied you.

"Don't expect me ever to be soft with you," White starts, snapping his hips roughly into you, thrusting his dick further inside you.

Fingers grip tightly onto the bedsheet as you squeeze your eyes shut.

His hand falls away from your face and instead finds your hair, wrapping his fingers into a few strands before pushing your face into the bed.

Gasps and moans leave your lips as you try to turn your head a little.

"I'll make everyone know who you belong to," White groans, his remaining hand on the small of your back, "mine. Only mine." White had to make a point and only made it when you're like this.

No one could fuck you as White could. No one would ever be as rough with you, and no one could match White's strength.

White loved the feeling of you around him, but he adored it when you begged and moaned out his name. Having you unable to do a thing against him, being in this position, made White elated.

Would you obey anyone else while in this position, even reluctantly? Maybe, but you being with someone else wasn't an option. The thought of it made White's blood boil.

"W-White," you whimper, your lidded eyes trying to glance up at him.

His thoughts made him a little more feral. You didn't complain, but it was a little overwhelming.

White could control how rough he was with you and held back because of his strength. Whenever you test his patience, you see how harsh he can be with you, and it can be more than a little terrifying.

As his thrusts return to their still rough pace, White's hand releases your hair, and both of them move to your hips, keeping you still as he fucks you.

He held your neck down when you were on your back, preventing you from focusing on his eyes. Sex with White sometimes challenged. Also, it could be physically demanding. Getting out of bed the next day would be torturous. The number of bruises and sores was high. The smug, satisfied look White would give you as you attempted to get out of bed annoyed you.

You reach your hands out to the headboard, wanting to cling to something other than skin, something grounded and still. But the bed wasn't still at all. With every move White made, the bed creaked. Surely someone knew what you were doing, and it embarrassed you. Only the embarrassment you felt would dissipate as White continued.

The pure euphoria surging through your body stopped all thought processes. You were a moaning, whining mess. But as your climax grew, your breathing became shakier.

"F-fu, White," you quietly cry, your mind overwhelmed with the feelings inside you.

"You don't need to be quiet, be as loud as you want to," Whine suggests, his hands gripping your hips as he moves in and out of you. Your soft walls squeeze his length.

You grip the sheet tightly as a wave of bliss rushes over you, vision going blank. Many times were you familiar with this feeling, and every time it made you think. Anyone could make you come like this. Why did it have to be White?

It was White's possessiveness and overprotectiveness. You would challenge both and send him over the edge. The pleasure you both gave each other soon overwhelmed the fear you felt. White wouldn't hurt you, not intentionally, at least. Or that's what you wanted to believe. He wasn't vocal about affection for you, but you noticed the small things.

White's hand reaches your hair, pulling your head up sharply. All so you wouldn't hide your face and noise.

As you release, a long, soft moan escapes your lips. White's hand frees your hair. After a few hard thrusts, White comes inside you, waiting for you to catch your breath before pulling out.

"I'm guessing you enjoy tormenting me," White says, breaking the silence.

You lay on your stomach and roll over, "why do you think that?"

"Don't play dumb. I've seen how you converse with strangers and how playful you are with them."

"There's nothing wrong with me being friendly," you smile awkwardly.

White's large hands pull you down the bed by your ankles. "Then try to be less friendly," White suggests, his face right before you.

"I don't think I can be as intimidating as you,"

"Then I can provide a demonstration of how intimidating I can be to the next person who dares to steal you away from me,"

"I-uh-okay then,"

That threat would never be an empty one.

#tower of god #arie white #tower of god white #white x reader #arie white x reader #arie white x reader smut

[iiratix]

I wonder if I can get a scenario where white/hoaqin proposes to marry his lover ?

Our Own Happily Ever After

Where the vicious slayer planned something romantic for him and his beloved significant other

"Hoaqin…"

White sighed for the umpteenth time today, realizing the possible outcome of today's schedule. Not when he was completely covered in blood, pure white robes splattered with a crimson liquid, which spread a metallic taste in the air. In front of him, stood a regular who looked extremely displeased, it was clear from how they frowned upon seeing him.

"I can explain—"

"Can you now?"

White stared at them, somehow feeling suffocated by the cold treatment he had received from his own partner.  His hand reached out to their face, trying to caress their cheek. But, they dodge to the side, not planning to have some blood on their skin. 

"Hah… You're unbelievable." They shook their heads, causing White's shoulders to droop, sulking. Y/n look up ahead, toward the taller form of a slayer. They wouldn't mind in what conditions he comes home to, but can he at the very least avoid any killing in one day?

The enemies that keep on piling up, seeking out their revenge. Singing the hymns of hatred and desire to put an end to his heartless path. Plus, they couldn't blame White for the kind of destiny he had lived, given the past he had to go through. His own father's abandonment led to his current condition.

"Go clean up, I'll wait for you in the bedroom." White heads perk up, looking at them with a pair of brightened eyes. "And I might give you a few cuddles while at it."

Y/n hate to admit, but there are times when White, himself could be immature. They didn't dislike it, rather they liked it a lot. How White seems to be at ease by their presence alone, acting like how he truly desires. It feels as if they have created a worthy advancement that no one could ever make. 

Y/n watched how White disappeared away from a corner, hurrying to clean up to receive the fulfilling promise they had made. That alone, curled up a smile by the edge of their lips. How loveable, how precious and how adorable it was. Everything about him, there never was a single thing that she ever hated. Even when his personality overwhelms all of his senses and immorality. 

Call them lovestruck or so on, nothing will change Y/n mind and how they view White as if he's the one who painted the galaxy and hung the star. He became their one and only beloved childhood friend. The one who lifted their spirits up when everything went downhill. Their problems become his problems, sharing the same burden so they won't ever stray off the path of eternal sleep. 

Y/n shake their mind off, disregarding the reminiscent of the past. Turning around entirely to head off toward their shared bedrooms. It has been quite some time, ever since the two shared a moment of solitude, basking in each other's warmth and thinking of nothing more but being in each other's embrace. Well, it could've been a daily thing if it weren't for White being such a nuisance and waging a war. 

That is what makes him who he is either way. They're even more than surprised by the fact alone, they could still tell the difference between White and Hoaqin appearance. The two are the same kind of person, but the other one pretty much mixed up with other people coming from his family.

Frankly speaking, it did bother them. As long as they could see small fragments of Hoaqin inside of him, they didn't need the feel of detachment. Everything will proceed the way the two desire, their life, their relationship and many more. It was such a selfish and egoistic ideal, but at the end of time, Y/n alone is still a human. 

An arm wraps itself around their waist, pulling them back into their senses, as Y/n felt herself falling into a sturdy chest. Muscular arms, protectively held her close. The familiar warmth that envelops all of her senses and mind, clearing up her cloudy mind and put an everlasting peace with his presence alone. White gives fleeting and soft kisses by Y/n shoulder, resulting in them to sigh in content.

"Have you washed up? That was quite quick." Y/n feels the end of White pony, tickling their shoulder, letting him lay his forehead against there. "If it is for you, I'm willing to finish everything in a second." Y/n do not know what to feel of it, whether they must be flattered or not, they could only crack up a smile. 

"You didn't wash up properly then."

"I did." White feigns a scowl, peppering kisses around their shoulder blade, one hand slowly reaches out to caress their forearm, thumbs brushing against their skin delicately. 

It didn't take long for his hand to meet with theirs, intertwining together, filing in the empty gap of each other's hands. His other hand stops more securely on their abdomen, bringing them closer to him. White kept on pressing slow kisses from left to right, never once did he stop as if Y/n is the only one thing that could ever fulfill his greed. 

"I love you…" White presses a kiss on their shoulder. 

"And I love you." He confessed again, pressing a soft kiss right beside their neck. 

"And I love you always." This time, he gave a kiss by the back of their ear, hot breath fanning the ear, to the point their skin flushed up in a vermilion red. 

White continues to pepper the small kisses across their skin, all soft and loving, sometimes stopping to trail his nose lightly across their neck and chuckle when he can feel their skin heating up.

"And…" Y/n was in daze, completely drunk off the feeling of White love itself. What caught their attention is when they feel something around their palm. The palm where the two intertwined their hands together. 

"Loving you only and no one else." There lies a ring, a quartz, a pure one. And it reminds them of White eyes, the one that always looks at Y/n in such adoration and love. 

Realization comes into their mind, Y/n smile tenderly, tears welling up at the corner of their eyes. White keeps on playing with the ring, before sliding it into their finger. 

"I want you only, forever and ever."

#tower of god #kami no tou #tower of god x reader #hoaqin #white #white x reader #gender neutral #𝙸𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚡™

[white-poppie]

thinking about men who would do pushups with you lying beneath them, so everytime they push down on their arms, their lips brush against yours ♡

"hi," he says out breathlessly, his thin silver chain dangling close to your face.

"hi." you reply out with a small giggle, lying still as if you are about to get mummified.

He lets out a soft breathy sound, "hah..." pushing himself up, your eyes moving to muscles taughtening in his arms.

You’re sort of trapped, with his hands caging parallel to the sides of your face, his legs trapping yours till you almost feel bad how he is controlling his arms from by mistake collapsing upon you.

“You’re making this so difficult for me, pretty.” He says, but doesn’t ask you to move, he’s enjoying this way too much, and he can’t lie, this angle always makes you look gorgeous.

“You’re not complaining.” You hum out, poking his cheek.

“M’not.” He replies, pecking on your lips as he lowers himself down and goes back up.

up. down. *kiss* up. down. *kiss* up. down.

“So spoiled...” He whispers out under his breath before lowering himself down completely, his thighs folded as he leans over you, cradling your head in his arms— your lips collide messily.

“Thinking of another workout now.”

Gojo, Toji, Hanma, Draken, Kakucho, Rindou, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Kuroo, Atsumu , Kageyama, Oikawa, Kaiser, Sae, Rin, Chigiri, Aiku

im sickkkkkk 😣

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[kyluff]

— ↺ Clingy Teenager

✎ gojo x reader !

✦ summary ➠ teenager gojo just might be the clingiest boyfriend that there ever was on this planet.

✦ warnings ➠ none

✦ note ➠ thank you for 80+ followers ❕and for all the comments, likes and reposts 🤍

teenage!gojo is aware of the rule that states no male and female mingling in dorms past 8:00pm, but that doesn’t stop him from sneaking into you room at night. He would slide up next to you and slither his arms around your torso.

teenage!gojo would drop everything if it meant he’d be able to hang out with you. He was hanging out with Geto and immediately left when he saw the picture you posted, it was of your laptop playing a movie and your cat sitting beside it. You were all alone, so that meant he had to go see you.

teenage!gojo would always remember to buy you your favourite snacks and bring them back to you.

teenage!gojo is the type to always be touching you somehow in public and private settings. Whether that be holding your hand, wrapping his arm around your hip, stuffing his face in your neck, etc.

teenage!gojo would beg for kisses anywhere anytime. He was about to fight someone but insisted that he needed a good luck kiss.

teenage!gojo would spend every penny he had on you, not that he’d run out of money anytime soon or ever really. He’ll buy you anything you ask for; new shoes, a night at the movies, jewelry, etc.

teenage!gojo can’t go even a day without seeing you, he’d be a wrecked. His mission took multiple days and Geto had to deal with the effects of it. Gojo would lay around all day, mumbling about you the whole time and how much he missed you.

teenage!gojo literally can’t survive without his girlfriend.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #anime #anime x reader #fanfiction #black and white

[murdrdocs]

coriolanus snow who pretends he hates pleasuring you. fem! reader

he pretends when he fucks you, and you're moaning all prettily and squeezing around his cock, the euphoria he feels is of pure nature only. he tells himself it's solely because he's still a young man, not long ago was he a teenage boy, and there's no greater joy to him than getting his dick wet. he wants to believe that he's just addicted to your cunt based off of primal desires, the sheer obsession of the pleasurably mind numbing feeling of driving his dick in and out in a rhythmic dance.

yet, how can he pretend he doesn't enjoy it when he's willingly pleasing you in ways that give him absolutely no physical gratification, besides the occasional desperate grind of his cock into the mattress. there is no self deception whenever he's just as obsessed, maybe even more, with getting you off on his tongue as he is with getting you off on his dick.

and at times, he begrudgingly reminds himself that he wasn't always like this. he reminds himself of his old refusals and denials. he once lacked any desire to position his face between a woman's legs, which would almost completely cover the feature he was most proud of. he believed it would be a waste, an act he would only deliver in hopes that the service would be returned upon him thereafter. after a few occurrences, he found himself caring less and less about getting his own dick sucked and more about discovering how many times he can lead you to the highest form of pleasure by work of only his mouth.

it became something he was proud of, something that boosted his ego, something he could boast about to you as he threw in his favorite term of endearment ("my girl"). and it all started when you pointed out the size of coriolanus' nose and lips, almost slyly hinting at what he could accomplish with his features.

#save me white boy with big nose and big lips! #coryosworld! #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow #celeste writes thg

[laiiaaa]

thinking about Carmen taking care of his girl sm he won’t put up with her spending any of her hard-earned money :(

After shutting your door for you, Carmen walks around the front of the car into the drivers seat, shuffling with the seatbelt as he turns the key in the ignition.

You hum to yourself in the meantime and find your lipstick in your bag—your new lipstick, a little more luxe this time, just the right shade to compliment your skin, a treat for yourself after finishing up a project at work. Just a little gift you deserved. You flip down the sun visor and open the mirror, making a pretty o with your lips to carefully apply it, stifling a smile when you feel Carmen watching.

“Where’s that from, baby?” he asks, a hand smoothing up your back.

“Hm?”

“The—the, uh—” he points to his own mouth while staring at your lips— “Lipstick, you call it?”

“Oh,” you smile. “Yeah, it’s new.” You hug his bicep, an affectionate squeeze before cradling the side of his face and toying with the tuft of hair by his ear. “You like it?”

He hums, “‘F course, ‘s pretty.”

But his smile falters, and it has you pouting.

“What?”

“Nothin’…” He shrugs. “Just don’t remember buyin’ it. You used my card, right?”

You shake your head. “No, I bought it myself. It wasn’t expensive, Carm, I promise.” Half true, at the very least.

“Yeah?” He let’s go of you only briefly to lift his hips and pull his wallet from his pocket, fishing out the wad of cash that’s accumulated there. “How much was it, baby? I’ll pay you back.”

“Carm, I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m doin’ it anyway.” He counts out one, two, three twenties—

“Carmen, put that away—”

He looks up at you, raises his brows, dishes out a fourth and a fifth. “What?” He doesn’t even flinch when he folds the bills in two and leans over the console to slip them in your purse, sneaking a kiss to your cheek as he does so, just because he knows it’ll distract you. A hand on the wheel now—a veiny, tattooed hand, enough to make you drool—with the other holding your jaw, he kisses you again, the corner of your mouth to keep your lipstick in tact. “Use my card next time, you hear me? Doesn’t matter what it’s for.”

You frown. “But I feel bad . . . I make my own money, y’know.”

“You’re not supposed to spend your money, baby, you’re supposed to spend mine.” Again, he kisses you, guiding you where he wants you with his thumb and index gently holding your chin so you can’t look away. “I got you, baby. Lemme take care ‘f you.”

And, well, when he puts it like that . . . it’s not so hard to oblige.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear #the bear fx #the bear hulu

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

hi! i'd like to ask for a whiskey with carmen berzatto with prompt m. Keeping the relationship a secret

thank you <3

Lovesick.

warnings - not quite smut, but a little smooching. cursing.

ah sweet carmen. thank you for this request <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

"Behind!"

Carmy's fingertips graze across your back as he walks past you, featherlight and barely there.

It sets your nerves on fire.

You carry on slicing the tomatoes, mentally willing yourself to calm down. You seem to turn into a teenager when Carmy's around, all giggly and jumpy.

"Time for you to take a break," a warm voice mutters in your ear.

"I've got like an hour before I need a break, Carm."

"I said, time for you to take a break."

He presses a gentle kiss to your ear, chuckling when he sees you shiver. To anyone else, it looks like he's just giving you direction.

"I'll meet you in the office in five," you whisper. He's satisfied with your answer, slinking off to wait for you.

You barely make it to two minutes before you're walking across the kitchen, gliding through the door and closing it behind you.

Two rough hands find your hips, pushing you up against the wall. Carmy smashes his lips to yours, using your startled gasp as opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging and pulling recklessly. Your leg hitches up around his thigh, desperate to get closer to him.

"You're all I can think about," Carmy whispers against your mouth. "Can't focus on a fuckin' thing when you're in the room."

You whine, tugging him back to kiss you again. You know this is risky. But you just can't help yourself.

"Come over tonight," you murmur. "Want you to fuck me to sleep."

He throws his head back and groans, gorgeous neck exposed and waiting to be bitten. You lean in and lick the expanse of it, tasting the salt on his skin.

Carmy brings a warm hand up to rest against your throat, smirking when you whine. He presses kisses to the spot under your ear, your neck, your collarbones. Just as he's trying to unbutton your shirt, the door swings open, scaring the life out of you both.

You shriek as Carmy jumps, light filling the tiny room.

"Well well well," Richie drawls, grin etched across his face. "What do we have here?"

"Is Carmy there? I need to ask him about-"

Sydney stops dead in her tracks, the corners of her lips curling.

"Does anyone else wanna come and fuckin' look?" Carmy groans, snapping at the two people stood in the doorway.

You hide your face in his chest, willing them to leave you alone. Or for the ground to swallow you up. Either works.

"Alright, alright. Let's leave these lovesick kids alone."

You never thought you'd see the day that Richie was your saving grace.

The minute the door swings closed, you can't help but break out into a fit of giggles. Carmy joins you, both of you crying tears of laughter.

Lovesick. He's probably right.

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[xblackreader]

#sydcarmy #carmy x syd #carmen x sydney #carmen berzatto #carmy x sydney #carmy berzatto #syd x carmy #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #sydney adamu #ayo edebiri #jeremy allen white #the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear tv

[mikey180]

hello~ I hope this is the right way to send a request.. can I have a fluff headcanons for slayer White with f!reader ? thank you and have a nice day

Of course. You can really request anyway you want- in the comments, the asks, or message me directly. I really don't mind so it's what ever you favor

• first off- cuddles. This man is touch starved and will not admit it. You have to kinda ease him in any sort of affection though or he might get a bit overloaded with it

• he wants to be your pillar. He wants to be this sturdy thing that you can lean on whenever you need it, but this will lead to him locking his emotions away and not telling you about them. Trust me, when you're sad he's sad and you can tell. it will be him hugging you while you're crying, he'll be pressing his finger tips into your back without noticing it

• it takes time to overcome that, but when you do he is still not very good great at communicating. Unless... He's jealous then you're in for a ride

• he likes to show off to you and will specifically learn new sword techniques for that single purpose

• wants you to play with his hair, but will act as if he doesn't like it. Still keeps the style though because he does actually like it, but will use the excuse that he thought it would hurt you feelings if he took it down

• will train you. He wants you to be strong, because what if there's a day when he's not there. He's rough on you though. You usually end up tearing up a little and that's when he says that's enough for the day

• acts like he doesn't feel bad for making you cry, but will give you as much attention as you want for the rest of the day without complaint. Might even slip a few complements in there-

|> you sit there on the couch in-between White's legs wiping away the remaining tears as he used his fingers to comb through your tangled hair. "You did a good job to day y/n."

"you think so?" You turned to look at him. His mouth parts and his eyes widen as he sees your red face. Leaning forward he brushes away the tears that you missed. "Of course." You get up and face him before sitting back where you were and leaning your head on his chest. You feel one of his hands press on your back while the other on entangles itself in your freshly combed hair. "I love you, so much." He breaths, placing a kiss to your crown before resting his head there.

• he probably wants to give you more attention, but doesn't want to go over your limits. Infact he's scared to even see what those are and he refuses to test them.

• you will probably have to start most things except for kisses, he likes those and will give them without asking after the first time you let him

No, I don't usually check for spelling mistakes so if you find one feel free to tell me. Thank you for requesting and have a nice night

#tower of god x reader #tower of god #fanfiction #white #white x reader #headcanon

[luvayo]

it’s them!

#ayo edebiri #sydney adamu #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #snoopy #snoopy and woodstock #carmy berzatto x reader #sydney adamu x reader #the bear

[hs-is-loml]

Don't Make Me Say It Again. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Summary: blurb! xavier is close to snapping when you don't realize what he has been hinting.

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff

a/n: okay, another one before i go torture myself in actually reading my textbook that i haven't picked up in weeks.

masterlist

“Shouldn’t you be with your sister?” Xavier questioned as you tied on your apron.

“No, she wanted to work at pilgrim world for some odd reason. I would rather die than dress up as a colonist,” you informed the boy.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Hey, Y/N! Need a hand?” Tyler called out from behind the counter as you and Xavier cleaned the tables.

“Already got one,” you replied back pointing to Thing wiping the table.

“I thought I told you and your sister that he was bad news,” Xavier whispered to you as he reached over to grab a mug on your side of the table.

“Twice actually, but I couldn’t care less about him. Wait. Enlighten me,” you turned to face him.

That was when you noticed how close you two actually were. Though you were standing around a foot away from each other, it was concerning how he seemed to step closer to talk.

“It happened last Outreach Day. I was working on a mural for the town then he and his friends come up and start attacking me. They destroyed the mural and left me with bruised ribs. People like him don’t like people like us,” he explained.

“Hm.”

“It’s not like you would care anyways, right?” Xavier scoffed walking off to the next table.

“It seems like he’s changed, quiter softer now, which is disappointing,” you admitted as you followed Xavier. “Why do you care so much if I talk to him though?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I kid?” you blanked.

“Open your eyes, Y/N! I have been here on your side this entire time, and you still don’t get it?” Xavier snapped banging the table with the tub full of plates and mugs taking a step closer to you. “Sometimes it’s unbelievable how little empathy you have for others.”

“Xavier,” you breathed out taking a step back.

“I like you, Y/n. What do I have to do for you to see that?” he followed in taking a step closer.

“You know I don’t actually like Tyler, right? You might be an imbecile and infuriating but-” you hinted.

“Really know how to make a guy blush,” he let out a small laugh.

“It’s the attributes I like about you though,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” he mocked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” you deadpanned looking down on the floor avoiding his gaze.

“No, I don’t think I heard you the first time,” he joked he lifted your chin with his hand. “What did you say?”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“You gonna let me kiss you?”

“Depends,” you answered.

He moved his hand from your chin to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. You found yourself kissing him back wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel him smile into the kiss. You didn’t kow how long you to stayed there for until you heard a cough behind you.

“Seems like you’ve had fun working,” Wednesday said unimpressed as she pulled you away from Xavier. In which he just laughed as you tried to get your arm out of Wednesday’s grip.

"Wednesday, why do you always have to grab the same arm," you whined as she dragged you out.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier x you #xavier thorpe x you #xavier x reader #netflix #percy hynes white #thing addams

[iiratix]

Can I request something like romantic/fluff oneshot about white from tower of God cuddling with reader? Thank you

Safe Place

Where White is a hopeless one when it comes to a certain regular

"White."

"Hmh?"

"You're going to kill me for tower's sake." Despite the complaint, White merely tightens his grip around their waist, leaving the regular to exhale in lamentation.

Albeit odd, there was no doubt that the one that demands a cuddle at this very point, is the malicious slayer. With his long white hair that reached by his feet, an iconic pair of endless, hollow white eyes, staring aimlessly towards the future that was clogged up by the mist of insularity. Only times could tell how lonesome he was feeling, until a brave, courageous regular came face to face with him. A familiar sight of childhood, a familiar face he could not forget.

"Hoaqin, loosen your grip, you're killing me for sure." Again, another wave of complaint escaped through their lips. White huffed a bit by this, hesitantly loosened up. A wistful sigh escapes from their lips, glancing towards the slayer that currently have his head against the crook of their neck.

"Ironically, I can't believe I stumbled upon you in this pitiful form, Hoaqin."

"You're such a child." They uttered out, reaching towards his white locks, playing a strand of them in between their fingers. A hum vibrated from White throat, snuggling close to the one place he feels warm.

He has no remorse, a slayer such as him would not feel the slightest tremor of guilt as he bathed in the blood of others. Instead, he found an unnerving joy from underneath. A writhing, fleeting feeling of something, a proof of his entire existence. There's not a single place where he couldn't heard of his name; whispered out in a tremendous terror and fright by other regulars. He feels delighted, even giddy at the thought he's well known. He could care less whether they know him out of pure and sickening twisted fear, as long as they acknowledge his existence, he's more than satisfied.

However, at times like this, he can't help but wonder. Can someone such as him, who has been tainted by the blood of others, be in an embrace of someone who's much more innocent?

Well, he's not saying, they are entirely one. They might commit some chaos from one place to another, however, it never goes to such an extent as creating an entire battlefield due to their manipulative mind. Instead, they're much more pacifist than he is.

"Y/n..." The way he uttered out their name was filled with adoration. There's no snide tone, no vicious tone, just adoration and gentleness.

The said regular hummed in response, threading through his hair, as they have been there for quite some time. Hell, they have been there for a few hours. Legs tangled together, body pressed close to another, in a comforting manner, with the peaceful silence that befallen against the two of them.

"I adore you." He confessed, lashes fluttering open to raise his head up, facing the direction of an amused regular.

A pair of e/c eyes that stared ahead at his eyes that have a close resemblance to an agate white stone. They leaned down to give a kiss on his forehead. "I know." Was all they said to his confession, some would've say their answers are way too curt. However for White, it is enough to fill in the uncertainty.

He enjoyed every single moment, the way their lips pressed against his skin gave a shiver by his spine. He was unused to such displays. Ever since they were a child, whereas they're nothing but a pair of childhood friends, their words of affirmation are what fuelled him to keep on going. Now, can many blame him for being emotionally attached? More than he sought to himself?

"Hoaqin." The mentioned male once again hummed, absorbed by the warmth and attention that he rarely received from his own family. "Stop whatever you are doing." He furrowed his brows the moment he heard that, snuggling close, lips pressing against their collarbone.

"I cannot do so." White commented, giving another kiss by their shoulder blade. "You can." But, Y/n isn't the type to back away from this as well. They reached out to give a light scratch by his scalp, carefully grazing their nails against it. If White were a cat, by now, he would be purring automatically.

"It's hard."

"I know."

White feels drowsy, every action that they did to him brings him to a peaceful place. His heart swelled in warmth, underneath his skin coarse an adrenaline, pumping through his blood cells. He leaned his head close, feeling Y/n put their hand on top of his.

"Even if I stop, many would still hunt me down... You'll be in potential danger." Y/n snorted, it was baseless thought, but it's enough to prove how much he wishes for their own safety.

"Ever since I stumbled on a path with you, I've been in potential danger, can you specify what kind of other danger that I will hypothetically find myself in?" White fell silent. The gear inside of his mind starts to work in each possibility.

If that were the case, they might use Y/n as some sort of a hostage. No, he can't let that happen, honestly. One thing for certain, if they all dared to lay a finger or harm them in the slightest, he would not hesitate to bring calamities upon the tower. If given the chance to, he will bring this entire place down to hell with him, if it means it was for the safety of them.

"That won't happen." White retorted, childishly, cradled by Y/n who's messing around with his hair. "I say hypothetically." White irked hearing that, huffing a bit before giving a warning bite. In return, they yelped in surprise and smacked him by the head, glaring.

"I'm the great Slayer, White. Those hypothetical talks won't happen if it comes to real life." They rolled their eyes, finding him arrogant and somewhat prideful even during this moment.

"Don't worry your pretty head about this matter. As long as I am here, I'll keep you safe and sound." Y/n don't need to be telled twice about this. The grip that often holds them in the same position and place, a grip that is filled with certain power and strength, the kind of grip that tries to hold onto them. As if they're the last thread of his sanity.

"Until then, you just need to focus to stay by my side."

Those kinds of words that sound with a hidden desperation of longing. Seeking for every possibility and ounce of quality time that could be made between each other. It's hard for him to keep on track in whatever he was doing, while worrying over their safety. Heaven knows how much he adores them, how much he is willing to keep them happy and safe.

Because every rank he could've achieved won't ever be compared to the affection they have poured out on his pitiful moments. Where he lost his way and path. And there they were, waiting, smiling, shining far more bright than any light he could've seen. By then, he swore he won't let anything taint and harm that light of his.

#tower of god #kami no tou #tog #tower of god x reader #white #white x reader #gender neutral #𝙸𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚡™

[neylia18]

Slayer White

Fluff:

Angst:

Nsfw: //Reunion//

Art Credits:

Twitter 1: @R_E_S_K_A 2: @shanny_shank 3. @dl_ryu0512

#tower of god #requests #fanfics #oneshot #anime #reader insert #tog #tower of god White #Slayer White #Slayer White x Reader #white x reader

[white-poppie]

Tsukishima Kei believes subtle actions speak louder than words ⎯ especially in relationships.

To anyone Kei would seem aloof and cold, but you know that he cares from his little gestures. The way he gently squeezes your hand to reassure you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, that little relieved smile that makes way on his face when you drop by during his practice sometimes. Him mindlessly massaging your calves ⎯ your legs sprawled over his as he lets you watch whatever sappy romance you want watch when you whine about your day being so bad.

Tsukishima who freezes when you move closer on the couch and peck his cheek during the movie. His surprise slowly dissolves on his face, making way for a soft smirk as he turns his head and looks at you.

"Was that necessary?" he asks, his words almost accusatory, but his tone and expression is relaxed.

"Nope, but I'm trying to get you used to affection." you say softly.

He snorts at your words, “So, you’re planning to slowly brainwash me to become the ideal boyfriend? Or what?"

"I am trying to brainwash you into being utterly in love with me, the ideal girlfriend." you chuckle, rotating your pointer finger in front of his face. "Wish Woosh, Hocus Pocus. Tsukishima Kei will love me forever."

Although he tries keeps up his serious expression, but it turns more into a smile as a wide grin spreads across his face at your silly action.

"You actually want me to say it? That I love you?" He asks, "Is that what the game is?" he rolls his eyes and shakes his head in amusement.

"Maybe?" you whisper out softly and look at him with those hopeful eyes of yours that make him melt.

Tsukishima is silent, just looking at you calmly in a way that makes your heart raise with excitement and trepidation togther.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" you ask softly and he sighs, shaking his head, his eyes softening.

"Of course not, its just...I am not used to it?" He says and you listen to him intently, nodding, urging him to continue. "I just...I don't know, it makes me feel so vulnerable saying it." He utters.

"I just feel like what the point of saying it, when I already express it through other ways, you know?" he says, running his fingers through your hair, calmly. Thats how he loves you.

"I know. you murmur, "I just like hearing you say it." You hum with a pause, looking at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to, its just that it makes it feel so much real when I hear it..."

Tsukishima smiles, lightly. Thats what he loves about you. You have these ways of making him feel utterly speechless and you do this so effortlessly.

"Okay." he says, his ears getting a tiny bit red. You want to point it out, but you bite your tongue to not ruin the moment.

"I love you." he says, his hand resting over your head and a you can't help the bright smile that makes its way on your face. Hearing it out of his mouth almost makes you flustered. You can't help but giggle and bury your face in his chest.

"I love you too."

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