𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

kissing the karasuno boys for a dare

a/n: i have no clue how i came up with this idea, i was just bored one night and started writing, now here we are! let me know if i should do this with other schools!

pairings: daichi, suga, asahi, tanaka, nishinoya, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama & hinata x gn!reader

warnings: none!

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sawamura daichi

kinda confused so he stops you before it goes oh for too long

blushing a bit, like it’s mostly his ears that are red

figured it’s a dare or some sort, because he doesn’t think you’d just kiss him like that

literally just stares at your lips from then on

kiyoko teases him about how he always just stares at your lips and he just tries to keep his composure, usually fails just a bit

koushi sugawara

pulls away because this isn’t how he wanted his first kiss with you to be like

wont let you run away so you have to explain

when you tell him it’s a dare he says it isn’t good to play with a man’s feelings

somehow you were the one left more flustered when you KISSED him

definitely tells off whoever dared you to kiss someone and tells them to never have you do something like that again

azumane asahi

DIES

explodes into a blushing mess, like cheeks are all rosy and the back of his neck is burning up

tries to collect himself and asks why you did that

he apologizes that he was the one picked for the dare

you say something about his scuff tickling you, but you liking it, and he just dies again

takes him a while to not blush whenever your around, he now kinda has a hard time maintaining eye contact with you for a while

ryunosuke tanaka

also dies,but happily, pulls himself together and kinda kisses you back

asks if he can kiss you again even though he feels like he’s gonna pass out from how light headed you made him

doesn’t stop teasing you about how you kissed him so passionately

but he seriously wants to kiss you again, probably keeps asking because he wasn’t able to “return the favor”

also dreams about the kiss you gave him, he’s down horrendous

yuu nishinoya

immediately goes with it and kisses back, no way he’d missing the opportunity to kiss you

asks you to punch him because he thinks it’s a dream

will not stop thinking about how your lips felt on his

probably fell in love with you because of it and asks every time you see him for you to kiss him again

one day you do to just shut him up from asking, but it makes him ask even more

tadashi yamaguchi

turns as bright as a strawberry, his freckles seriously make him look like a strawberry-

covers his face because he’s too embarrassed and literally has to walk away to collect himself

later he tries to talk to you about what happened but gets flustered because he immediately thought back to you kissing him

tsukki doesn’t let it go that he always blushes around you

later, like a while while later, he tells you that he’s glad that you were his first kiss, because it’s with someone he trusts and likes

kei tsukishima

initially gets kinda angry because you kissed him so suddenly

literally tells you to “get better at kissing” so you kiss him again, to prove him wrong

he literally shuts up, stares you down after you pull away, and grumbles about how stupid you are while walking away

whole team is literally laughing because they’ve never seen tsukishima at a loss for words before

if you ever bring it up he just glares at you and retaliates with offhanded comments like “yeah but your breath was stinky” or “your lips felt like sandpaper, ever heard of chapstick?”

tobio kageyama

so so so confused

doesn’t understand what just happened?? why did you do something so intimate with him?? was this some form of a confession people now do?

he takes your hands and says, “i accept your confession y/n”

and now your confused and laughing your ass off as you explain that it was a dare

he was kinda bummed because boy likes you, after practice he kisses you and says that he doesn’t want you to he dared to kiss anyone else but him

shoyou hinata

also doesn’t know what’s happening but just goes with it and is able to kinda kiss back

he cheeks get nice and rosy, his foot definitely pops a bit

he will ask if he kissed back good enough

doesn’t even question why you kissed him he’s just happy that you did

next practice he definitely just goes up and randomly kissed you and you freak out because it was supposed to be a one time thing

pretending he's not your s/o. [2]

A/n: here's part two to the original request + think of this as a early birthday present from me to you!! you can find part one here, enjoy! some of these took a different turn plot-wise, i hope that's alright <3

Summary: reader pretends that their lover is their friend, co-worker, etc.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Childe, Chongyun, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, i feel like i'm missing someone-, gn reader for all!

Word count: 2.7k

Accepts (he's very calm, rational, and understands)

Albedo: he understands why, and he's fine with it. especially if your relationship is something no one knows about, it'll be easier calling him your lab partner and friend. you both probably don't often go on missions together due to the busy schedules you both have, BUT when you're together, you probably often don't refer to each other in a very lovey-dovey way. at least in public; you two are very discreet! so, calling albedo something other than the endearing pet names you have reserved for behind closed doors is wayyy easier than you originally thought. and he's a very understanding boyfriend, so he definitely wouldn't throw a fit about this at all!

Chongyun: popsicle boy more than understands. he almost accepts a little too easily... he's not hurt by this, because your reasoning is rational and makes sense. he just wants you safe, so if he has to be your friend on a mission that's fine. everything is alright with him unless you start claiming you don't know who he is. then, and only then, is he bothered. if you bring this up in conversation, he may try to offer other ways to approach this, because he's like 0.001 bothered, but other than that everything is fine! just don't go around saying you don't know him because that's a huge shot in the chest that soft boy over here is not prepared for.

Diluc: this man understands completely! when you approached him about a mission jean was planning to send you on, he was a little worried, especially after he learned how far you'd be traveling... but when you asked him to accompany you on the long journey, he was relieved. the only minor issue is that he couldn't go as your boyfriend, due to issues of either one of you being targeted. he would go as your friend, the very well-known wine tycoon. he's not as bothered as many may think. why would he be? this is just a simple mission! no one would hit on you while he's at your side, he didn't need to be known far and wide as your boyfriend for men and women to stay away. he knows you can 100% handle yourself, so momentarily being referred to as your friend is alright.

Kaeya: telling kaeya you were going to stop calling him your boyfriend and all the nicknames attached in public was a blow to his heart, but guess what, if you have a reasonable enough explanation he totally understands. you tell him it has to do with a certain someone from your past intruding once again, and they're very dangerous, so he gets it and doesn't prod any fruther. he'll agree and not make a big fuss about it, only after he's done making a complete fuss about it. despite agreeing to accept, he teasingly asks you why you haven't been calling him this or that in public, and it takes a slap to the back of his head for him to 'remember' why you're only calling him captain or friend. this man is as smooth as butter so he'd never let it slip you're dating in a million years! but, that doesn't mean he doesn't pretend to let the secret slip, just to see your reaction. he walks the fine line of accepting but almost spilling the beans because he likes to tease you. don't worry though, after he's had his fun with you, just know he'll actually stop and leave it alone. but behind closed doors, the teasing doesn't necessarily stop ;)

Kazuha: he is definitely someone who agrees to this immediately, a little fast you joked. but he understands. you're from inazuma as well so you more than understand why your relationship needs to be kept on the down-low. especially since someone very close to you and kazuha perished, leaving you both as targets. even before your friends' murder, your relationship was a secret. so now that you're both outside of inazuma, you're definitely a little scared to share your true relationship with kazuha to outsiders. due to kazuha's involvement with the crux and finding people he trusts, he's much more comfortable sharing your relationship with the pirates. you, on the other hand, having spent much of your time in mondstadt after your friends' death, are a bit more... worried. if you admitted your involvement with kazuha, what would happen to him? would he be slain down? at least for a little while longer, you want to remain as friends on the outside, to the people who know you in mondstadt and the crux members who don’t know of your relationship. and kazuha's not against it either, as long as you come to terms that everything is alright on your own, he's more than fine keeping everything a secret!

Zhongli: telling him you would like to call him less friendly and endearing nicknames while in public, wasn't as much as a blow to his heart as you thought it would be. because he understands, and he's probably done it more than a few times as well, to keep you protected of course; he wouldn't just tell anyone you're his significant other, and vice versa. but this week you were meeting with some pretty dangerous people, alongside ningguang and yanfei to discuss legal action when it comes to a few individuals accused of money laundering; obtaining mora through illegal actions. during this time, zhongli offered to help in any way he could, and removing romantic gestures was rather easy. no one asked about your relationship because of how inconspicuous you two were being. but don't get me wrong, when this all blows away, he's less than a liyuen nobleman to you, assisting this case.

Accepts (he may accept, but that doesn't mean he isn't bothered)

Aether: poor boy! he's so hurt. what do you mean you don't want to call him your boyfriend??? sure, being called just a friend is fine because he is that too, but he's also your boyfriend so :( but after some thorough explaining done by beidou, he starts to understand why you both can't waltz into inazuma, while you complete your own individual task, and openly share your relationship status. he's THE knight, the one many know of now and are possibly after. it's safer for you to play under the guise of friends, more preferably traveling companions while in inazuma, especially since he's heard baal is a very very tough cookie. if she's anything like kazuha has shared with him, it's best you don't refer to aether as your boyfriend, especially if you cross her. she'd easily been the root of all of kazuha's pain, loss, and suffering. he didn't want that for either of you... so, for now, you're strictly traveling as companions or friends.

Razor: he can come to terms with this because he'll follow just about any order you give him. he trusts you wholeheartedly, and it's your word above all! but, in the back of his mind, there are times he wonders why? why does he have to be your friend again? it just doesn't make sense! lisa has to explain a few times, and each time he comes to terms with it again, but there are still those moments when he questions it. do you not want to be his significant other? would you rather be with someone else? but don't worry! he'll get over those fears as long as you reassure him that this is just a front while on this mission. reassure him that although to the public your title is friends, you're much more than that. and after, he'll totally be at ease.

Xiao: when your life was being threatened due to your title of an adepti, he knew it was important for you to go into hiding, effectively immediately. and for your safety, he accepts this instantly, without questions asked. but when zhongli tells him it's better for you two to not see or speak to one another, he is a little bothered. especially when you told him he might as well forget you were together, at least for the time being; it was a little harsh but you wanted to get your point across!! like razor, there's this insecure feeling bubbling within him. he wonders if he's strong enough, worthy enough, to be your lover. it doesn't matter how many times you reassure him that once this all blows over, you two can be together again and express your love to one another publicly or not. until then, he'd wait. waiting was going to be the easy part, he's waited for you to finally be his for thousands of years; what's another thousand, is his thought process. but when some of the younger liyuen's, such as xingqiu and hutao come to him and wonder where his graceful lover is, he can't help but feel momentarily defeated as he tells them you two were never together, just fellow adepti, co-workers, if you will. overtime, he'll come to terms with it, but for now, it does bother him a bit more than he'd admit.

Accepts (he accidentally/not so accidentally lets it slip)

Childe: you're not affiliated with the fatui, so any other group is practically a rival to them. you can't tell your affiliated group who he is to you and vice versa. but he so badly wants to share the secret... childe, like kaeya, walks the thin line of keeping the secret but wanting to prioritize his teasing and corny jokes instead. he'd much rather joke and tease about the nature of your true relationship than ever keep it a secret, and that's pretty much known. only very few of the fatui know of his secret, one being scaramouche after prying the information out of childe one day, and the other being signora who accidentally listened in on your conversation one day… despite how often he fought with scaramouche, and la signora's annoyance to be affiliated with the both of them, they still were his closest friends! so of course, he'd feel comfortable enough around them to joke, and in the process, let it slip that he was dating you. ahhh, it takes so much bribing of scaramouche to not snitch and rat him out to the tsaritsa, and a lot of pleading with la signora to leave you alone; she was more concerned with meeting you, to see if you were truly worthy of dating childe, and far too busy judging you. how they found out? well, he'd accidentally let the joke carry on for too long and shared a bit too much information. unlike kaeya, childe is less than smooth and doesn't know how to keep this specific secret for the LIFE of him, so it's very hard, and practically eating him alive. he's a good keeper of secrets, only in the beginning though. give or take a few months the secret will be out to the entirety of the fatui.

Bennett: ahh, benny... he's so clumsy, he's BOUND to let it accidentally slip during a mission. he understands you want to only call him your friend for the sake of the mission, and that doesn't mean he's not bothered by it, but it works! momentarily... when you're both fighting a large group of treasure hoarders, one of them taunts what his purpose is if he's so clumsy and can't even do one thing right, and benny takes that PERSONALLY. he KNOWS he's not supposed to let it slip, but at this moment, he can't help but scream, "I'm their boyfriend, that's who! and i'm a pretty awesome one if i do say so myself." and suddenly, everything between hammers to swords drops and the world falls silent for a minute. you immediately scold bennett when you return home, claiming although his gesture was... sweet. it was definitely dangerous to reveal. jean had strictly said personal relationships should be kept on the down-low, no matter strength or rank of those involved. and he feels so bad because once again he goofed up. he's so upset about it and doesn't let it go the whole journey home. just reassure him that it wasn't the biggest deal in your opinion, because in the end, you both kicked ass together.

Xingqiu: this boy strikes me as someone who is a blabbermouth, and i know for sure he'd either accidentally or not so accidentally let it slip that you're really together when you're not supposed to be. your parents would NEVER accept your relationship. one, because you're their child duh, they're your stereotypical overprotective parents, and two, xingqiu is well... xingqiu. in their book (heh), he'd never be a good match for you, especially if you come from a stoic lineage. he's too much of a goofball for them to handle or be taken seriously. but when they were finally free and caught you and xingqiu together one evening running around liyue harbor, they were more than shocked to see their child with a boy?! your more overprotective parent was seething with anger, you had never seen them so bothered until now. but don't worry (or so you thought), xingqiu always managed to talk himself out of sticky situations, and this time had to be no different! you've told your boyfriend a thousand and one times, that if he ever by chance ran into your parents, never EVER tell them you're dating. he was simply a friend in your little group of friends. WRONG. because it seems like the script you spent hours teaching him had been washed down the drain. he's too carefree, and he forgot completely who he was supposed to say he was smh. instead of introducing himself as your friend, he told your seething parents exactly who he was.

DON'T!!! (his pride is obliterated and feelings are extremely hurt)

Scaramouche: unless the mission is incredibly important and life-threatening on both ends, then you should have nor want no reason to call him a friend or just a co-worker. after all these years, after finally coming to terms and accepting how he feels about you, YOU'RE the one who wants to backtrack and turn the clocks? why? are you insane? let's just say scaramouche's pride is shattered. how DARE you tell him you decided your official title would be friends until everything with the traveler blew over. how dare you!!! he feels anger, humiliation, and rejection, and guess what? he loathes it all. he doesn't really care if you're both in danger, because he knows he's more than capable of keeping you both safe, and vice versa. he's with you for a reason. he loves you of course, but he also knows you can handle your own. he will flat out tell someone who he is to you, meanwhile mosey around what you are to him because he's embarrassed to admit his feelings bye. his response to you calling him just a friend is, "we're not just friends, you idiot. stop telling people that!" he'll either be really blunt or like i said, mosey around the matter as much as he can. all i'm going to say is, if you don't want to be lashed out at, DO NOT call him a friend or anything in that vein.

Venti: tsk tsk. as much of a strong front he puts up when it comes to this, this bard, in particular, is a clingy little bastard, and he just can't accept this at the end of the day. why? because, well why would he want to have you refer to him as a friend, or even worse, a stranger? i feel like he would despise flat-out rejection, and if you're trying to call him a friend or stranger due to a mission, well then, that's the biggest form of rejection in his book! venti shows how bothered he is by this as he complains and whines, and is nearly bowing at your feet to not go through with this. "please, y/n! don't break my little heart." yes, he's practically begging. never would you have thought an archon to be bowing at your feet... a literal GOD pleading for you not to break his heart. and as much as it breaks your own heart, you have to go through with this! a mission is a mission, and if this can keep venti safe, you're all for it. although, if your life is in danger then, of course, he'll allow it! but he's going to want to mosey around the fact for a while, and ignore that you're actually calling him a friend... but if you're just trying to protect him, he'll laugh it off, and say he can protect himself. he jokes that he'd much rather face death than ever hear you call him a friend or stranger, AHH.

7.19.21, rayofsunas

you are the sun (and all that i bask in)

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3

diluc—☆

there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening

it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)

good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his

he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you

his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.

diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.

but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.

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kaeya—☆

kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses

morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze

there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs

just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun

dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.

gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.

with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.

he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.

finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.

but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.

albedo—☆

waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming

he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds

but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey

albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.

albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.

"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.

he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.

childe/tartaglia—☆

should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later

but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil

try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen

because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it

even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right

childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.

but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.

it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.

he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.

but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.

his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).

you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.

zhongli—☆

zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life

one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon

there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage

you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.

the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.

now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.

yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.

xiao—☆

sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater

so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep

and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer

with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater

"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly

your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.

"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."

years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.

crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.

xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.

kaedehara kazuha—☆

kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he

the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it

but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire

guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.

the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.

a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.

your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.

kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.

scaramouche—☆

it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep

it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems

but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own

even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck

"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.

"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.

yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."

silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.

"is that why you hold my hand?"

you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.

"no, i hold it because i love you."

he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.

dainsleif—☆

he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count

the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time

but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold

until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun

he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.

your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.

you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work

but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon

thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.

"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.

you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.

arataki itto—☆

itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice

this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep

you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights

but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face

you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.

plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.

before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.

but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.

gorou—☆

he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection

but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears

part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything

he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.

gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.

if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.

date published: february 7th, 2022

Sleeping with the Villains

Request: My request idea that popped in my head was I haven’t seen a story of shigaraki’s or dabi’s impression of them sleeping nude/naked with their S/O. I was wondering what their thoughts would be? I wouldn’t mind it if it was both sfw and nsfw:)🤸‍♀️

It can either be headcanoan or a fic. you can choose which one suits best for you to compose. 💕 💕 💕

Word Count: 1.5K each

A/N: I went for a more sfw vibe(‾◡◝)

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Dabi:

His skin is rough, calloused and burned, and even if he is clean, the scent of ash overtakes that of milk and honey. Dabi is scarred, his body in deep purple patches that are pieced together with staples and on a good day, he can ignore the the pain, can push past it and focus on how soft your hand is compared to his, he can focus on you, rather than the way that that his clothes catches over his skin and pulls on the grooves and the burns. On the harder days, he has to push himself out of bed before you can wake. He has to bite down on the pain that screams for him to collapse, and he’ll swallow pain medication and drink the pain away before you can wake. He is a man ready to explode at any given minute, and he will refuse to do that in front of you.

He wears a loose fitting shirt and sweats that makes it unbearably hot and when he walks into the bedroom that he shares with you, you’re undressed. He grins at you and even if his skin does ache, he can’t deny you, and he can’t deny himself. If you want him now, he’ll give himself to you in a painful and horrible way to keep you by his side.

“I didn’t realize we were going to fuck tonight,” he says, a thin smile on his lips as he sits beside you on the bed. “You should have told me, I would've dolled myself up.” He teases, but he’s serious. He wants to be made pretty for you, to have you look at him and ignore the scars that decorate his face and his body. When you roll your eyes and shake your head, your hand curved over his untarnished skin, he deflates.

“It’s not that,” you tell him with a laugh. You mov to sit fully on the bed, your legs crossed and he’s unable to keep his eyes off of you.

He raises his brows, and his eyes are focused on the swell of your stomach, soft and full, and he hates that he wants to touch you. To simply let his body drape over you and keep you under him. “It’s not?” He asks, his throat already beginning to close and when he catches your eyes, he flashes a smile- awkward and tense. “Then what is it?”

Your hand moves slowly away from him, and even though he is warm, the fire inside of him unending and all consuming, he is cold without you. He watches as your hand falls to cup over your calves. “I just want to sleep naked with you.” He must have given you a bewildered look because when you laugh, you go to hold his hands. “You heard me,” you lilt, something so sweet on your tongue that it makes him ache.

“Why?” He’s done it before with you. Sticky skin against sticky skin, your chest rising and falling, his body shaking in the afterglow of sex as you kiss his chest. But it was always that, always after sex when you both slept naked together. Why now? Why without clothing? And even when he’s dressed, he feels so bare.

“Dabi,” you call his name and it’s like sin that slips past your lips. Your hand rises slowly to cup the side of his face and he hates how you can read him like an open book. He hates how vulnerable he’s become when he’s around you. “I just want to sleep with you. Nothing more and nothing less, honey.”

Honey. What a sweet thing to call him. A nickname that is given and told with love and admiration, and he knows who he is. Thirty people is how many he’s killed. His skin is purple and falling apart on him. He is ash and smoke, and at any second, he will fall apart. No matter where you touch, he is scarred; your touch is something so delicate and painful against his neck that he leans into it, desperate for the pain, but desperate for the touch that you are so willing to give him.

“Me too?” He asks, his clothing pulling taut against his scars and when you nod, a soft, inaudible plea on your lips, he can’t deny you. He can’t rid himself of his clothes quick enough, and yet, he takes them off softly as if he were taking off a bandaid.

Your hands replace his and when you lean over him, your chest is in his face and if it were any other time, if he were less broken than he is now, he’s sure he would have joked and teased. He’s sure that he would have used sex to distract you from seeing him. You’ve seen him before and yet, it is never enough. It’s never his skin, it’s never him, it’s a ghost of who he should be- coy and charming. Yet, here he is, having you helping him remove his clothing because if he were to do it, he'd never be bare in front of you. He’d rather burn once more than to ever have you truly see how he appears.

He is a man of many faults and when you kiss his lips, his scarred and rough bottom lip pressed against yours, he pushes you down to the bed and hovers above you. Your hands hold him tenderly, keeping him together, and you smile at him. There are tears in your eyes and he wonders if he’d match you in another lifetime. The fear. The adoration. The way that despite being above you, he’s unable to breathe properly. He can’t stand it. It’s all so horrific in a way he never thought could be real. He lays on the bed, his body vulnerable to you and your ridicule and when he looks at you, he gives you sad eyes, expecting for your face to twist once you realize who you’ve allowed to touch you.

The air is cold, and his staples are warm, and he is bare. Fear has taken over, and it’s chosen to stay, to his his eyes follow as you look at him, and when you raise your hand, letting it hover over his scarred skin, he can feel it and it’s excruciatingly painful and something that he has craved for far too long.

“Honey,” you call him, your hand curving over the crown of his head and running past his hair. You say it so dolefully that he has to shake his head and even then, your smile is one that lacks it’s usual shine.

“It’s nothing,” your name is a whisper against his lips and it’s a sin for him to say something like that. “Just-” he pauses, he doesn’t want you to stop touching him, but he also doesn’t want you to look at him. He swallows and wraps his hand around your wrist. “Do you mind just laying beside me?”

It’s pitiful. Pathetic and everything bad that he’s ever been told. He can’t stand you looking at him when he can’t feel. When he isn’t supposed to feel a thing. And yet, your lips press against his and he can taste the mint on your tongue, and he lets out a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly as you rest carefully beside him.

“Dabi,” you call him and it sends a shiver down his spine when the thin blanket is placed over the both of you. He hums in response, unable to trust his voice at the very moment. “For what it’s worth,” your breath is cool against his shoulder, “I think you’re beautiful.” He can’t help the ugly and snarky laugh that slips past his throat in some cruel joke. You ignore the mean sound and continue, your hand soft on his body. “I wouldn’t dream of ever leaving you. I think I’m too attached to ever believe that I could find someone else. You’re the best that I’ll ever come across, and I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’ll never grow tired of you.”

When you’re asleep, your name having left his lips in a mantra, he lets out a shaky breath. His face burns and he’s glad that he can’t cry. He’s glad he rid himself of that emotion. He’d never forgive himself if he cried because of you. He’d never forgive himself for being so attached to you. He holds you close and the ceiling is blurry. You’re warm in the ways that remind him of something once lost and found. You are something that he will never forget and will never forgive himself for invading your life. Sleeping bare with you was much more than nude, it was vulnerability to let you touch him and see him as him. He turns his head and kisses your forehead. “I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’m sorry.” His voice is weak and he can’t breathe, but he’s by your side and when he wakes up, he wants you to still be there.

Shigaraki Tomura:

His reflection is whole- the mirror before him clean and free of anything that would distort him. With an exposed chest, his shirt is on the sink counter, and he stands in front of the mirror shirtless, observing his body as if he had never seen it before. Tomura raises a careful hand, letting it ghost over his stomach where scars of all shapes and sizes are etched upon his body. The scars are soft, stretched skin that feels almost false under his own, the edges ragged and tickling against the tips of his fingers. He’s never had the luxury of taking a moment to stop and watch his own body, to trace over the imperfections and feel them. It’s so foreign that it makes his anxious, worry bubbling in his stomach that when you call his name, he pulls his hand away from himself, taking a step away from the mirror, recoiling as if his reflection would reach out and trap him there.

He’s never been one to be ashamed of himself, to let the words of others affect him. Time and time again, he’s been told of how awful he looks, reminded of how he’d look better if just a few things were changed about him, and in the end, he’s never cared about any of those comments. He never put his worth on his physical appearance, and that was fine for him. Still, when he sees himself he can find his own flaws, the remarks that people make, and when he sees you, he can’t find any of those. The shirt is grabbed, held tightly in his hands that he has to lift a finger, because old habits die hard.

The door closes behind him and he sees you sitting on the bed, the blanket pulled up towards the chest, gripped in your fists as you hold it close, giving him a tentative smile. Your shoulders are bare, your collarbones exposed, and with his own torso exposed, he clears his head and turns towards the door, almost hoping for an interruption but so scared that someone other than you would see him like this- scars and all.

“You’re not wearing anything,” he presumes, turning back to you, a soft shade of pink blooming on his chest and slowly creeping upwards. “I uh-” he clears his throat even if there is nothing there- “should I do the same?”

You laugh and it’s so sweet, so light and airy, that it reminds him of the first time he shared cotton candy with you. It’s a memory that he pushes away when you drop the blanket and even if he’s seen you in much more passionate ways, he still averts his eyes.

“Only if you want,” you tell him and it makes something inside of him switch, to follow the implication of a command and shed his clothing.

His shirt falls into a puddle of fabric and he steps over it, his steps quick as he goes to the bed that he shares with you. The edge of the bed presses against his thighs and he can’t seem to rid himself of his sweats quick enough, sliding them off until they pool around his ankles. He’s breathless, looking down at himself, his hands hooked over the waistband of his briefs and when he blinks, your hands are over his.

“Usually sex is a lot more fun than this,” he jokes, lifting his head and giving you a ghost of smile that quickly disappears.

“It is,” your voice airy. “But-” your knuckles are now pressed his hips and you lower them slightly, your hands cool against his warm skin- “it’s not about sex tonight.” His boxers join the pool of fabric that is around his ankles and he quickly removes his socks, climbing into bed as you back away to make space for him.

“No?” He whispers, leaning towards you, his hands on either side of your thighs as you sit on your legs. “What a shame,” he says, leaning his head onto your chest, his ear pressed against your beating heart. Your hands curve over the top of his head and he pushes himself further into you when you click your tongue.

It’s quiet for a moment and he can’t bring himself to ruin the silence, to move away from you, even if his arms are starting to tire from holding himself up. Your hand is over him, parting through his silver hair and his ears burn with every touch.

“Tomura?” He hums in response, pushing himself further into you. He doesn’t want for the moment to be ruined. He wants to stay here, uncomfortable and sore, and safe and held. He wants to be in your arms. “How about we lie down, okay?” Your hand leaves the crown of his head and when you pull away, he’s left chasing after you, trying to follow your warmth and reclaim it.

The blanket is pulled, held open for you and him, and in it, is warmth. In it, is you that looks at him so tenderly, the corners of your eyes crinkled and the little fat in your cheeks pushing upwards as you smile at him. He’s clumsy and quick, and he doesn’t care if he seems desperate to get under the covers with you, but it’s all that he wants. He just wants to be beside you.

His hand aches, and his arms are sore, and he’s beside you, his face against your chest as he holds you close to him. It truly is just lying beside you, it’s nothing more, simply being bare in front of you with the distraction of sex to occupy you or him, and it’s horrific. Your hand starts from his neck, past scars trembling under your touch that leads him to hold his breath, taking in one last breath that fills his lungs with the sweet aroma of your body wash and cream. Your hand lowers, tracing over the scars that are wrapped around his arms, coiled and pressed and whispers your name. It stops you for a moment, but when he says nothing else, devoid of breath, his lungs burning and throat tight, your hand continues to press and massage over the scars, each gentle nudge bringing forward the reminder of who he is and when his hands clamps around your arms, free of the mangled scars that are his, he lets out a mix of a whine and cry. He doesn’t know what it is that you are doing, but it hurts and he’s so desperate for the comfort that he fails to register as your hand glides down and flutters over his side, where a scar is large against him, wrapping around his side and fading once it reaches towards his stomach. It’s an odd sensation, different from his. Yours feels as if it really is a ghost that is pressing against him, something so light and foreign that it’s as if you had never touched him before.

“Does it ever hurt?” You ask, and he can feel the press of your thigh against his.

“Yes,” he breathes, unable to lie to you. What is it about you that ruins him, that makes him so weak and willing to tell you whatever it is that you want to hear. He’d bow before you, plead at the mercy of you for just a simple smile.

“Am I hurting you?” You ask and when you press down, the small shift of weight making his gasp out, he hisses out his answer.

“Yes,” he confesses. Your hand starts to lift away from him and he holds it down, his own scarred hand holds yours. “Please, don’t stop,” he asks of you and when he pulls away his eyes burn and yours look so sad and he can’t have that. He can’t have you look at him, and he can’t bear to see you so sad.

Tomura presses his lips against yours, the kiss wet and shaky and it’s more of him needing you than it is of him just wanting to kiss you. He pulls you close, his nails dragging against your soft skin and there’s this aching part of him that doesn’t want to let up for breath, he’d be happy to die there with you, his lips on yours, and yours on his. His heart echoes in his ears and beats against his ribcage like a bird with too big of wings trapped in a cage. Your hands curve around his neck, and it’s different. It isn’t a gnawing sense of pain and itch, it’s not muddled clarity that makes his stomach twist; it is simply you and your touch that keeps him grounded. He’s gasping and when he finally pulls away, gasping for breath and looking at you through half lidded eyes, he sees you smiling back at him, your chest rising and dipping and he is still with you.

“I’m still here,” you say as if you could have heard his worries. Your hand cups his chest and moves to tangle into his hair. “Whatever you want of me, I’ll give it to you.” It’s something that he will hold you to and when you press your lips against his in a fleeting kiss, he’s left wanting more.

Kisses in the Morning

Kamisato Ayato x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Ayato wants to kiss reader but they do it before him

What's in the web: Fluff, established relationship

A/n: I'm starting my Ayato grind. Reblogs are appreciated!

The brightness of the sun peeked through the slits of the curtain, painting the walls in a warm color. Shifting inside the blankets, Ayato begrudgingly opened his eyes, unprepared for the day. It pained him to wake up every day. Yet, that is how he had to live his life. That is when he looked over to you.

The blanket adorned your figure perfectly as you shifted ever so slightly, a light blush on your cheeks and a peaceful look on your face.

To be honest, he wanted to stay like this, asleep and forever with you. Slight tightness in his chest as he felt scared if he ever lost you. The thought of you leaving killed him. All those good memories he had with you, all those bumps in your relationship, and all those stressful times with you. It all left a smile on his face and a giddy feeling in his chest.

He was in love with you. As he lay there in silence, a thought poked at his brain. What if he woke you up with a kiss?

He smirked, picturing the embarrassed face you'll make for him. He's always adored the blushing mess you were after his teasing, yet he couldn't do it. Even after leaning into you -leaving centimeters of space- he grew embarrassed.

He wasn't one to do such cliche and overly-romantic things so, of course, this would embarrass him. At least, this is what he thinks is cliche. He leans in once more, only to hesitate. A million thoughts ran through his head. What if you woke up and saw him? What if you rejected the kiss? What if you didn't wake up?

Suddenly, watching as your eyes opened and stared at him. A sigh left your lips, almost a disappointed one.

"Well, if you won't do it, I will."

Soft lips captured him as you leaned into him. A light blush was present on his face as you pulled away from him. His face filled with shock as you got up from the futon.

"I'll go help Thoma with breakfast; prepare yourself as you have a meeting in an hour." You started as you walked out of your shared room, leaving the man in a shocked yet drunken state. He sat up and stared at the door as a small smile grew onto his lips.

"You're too much, (Y/n)."

Connie x Reader Sunkissed (Modern AU)

summary: you get a text from your boyfriend late at night, asking if you want to go on a drive with him. of course, you'd say yes, no matter how late it was.

(a/n: connie calling you by Spanish nicknames is all that has been on my mind lately so its gonna be used a lot in this fic lmaoo also this is so so so self-indulgent skgjdfh)

Get ready

What why??

We're going for a drive hermosa. I'm gonna be at yours in less than 10 minutes

With a soft smile, you shook your head at your phone before doing as he said - getting out of bed to put a jacket on and grabbing your phone as you waited for a text or call from Connie, letting you know that he was outside.

There was a little vibration from your phone and knowing that it was him, you quietly crept out of your house, watching how Connie had come out of the car to open the door for you with a cheerful smile. He was dressed in one of his oversized hoodies and some jeans, a thin chain around his wrist that you noticed as he held onto the handle of the car door.

When you approached him, he pecked your lips, murmuring a greeting against your lips. Then, you seated yourself in the passenger side, turning the heating on low a setting since it wasn't too cold as it was the middle of the night, mid-summer.

Connie sat in the driver's seat, eyes drifting over your figure before smiling once again. He turned his head to face the front, starting the car and going down the road at a steady speed, slowly picking up the pace.

"What are you smiling about?"

"You look cute."

"But I'm just wearing pyjamas," you pointed out, feeling warmth encroach your cheeks.

"I know, and you still are cute and pretty... Especially when you blush like that."

"... Shut up," it was a mutter as you cast your eyes away from him, hating the way he could so easily make your heart do a little leap. His words and the way he smiles while he speaks; the gentle glimmer in his golden eyes when he looks at you and the way they soften as soon as they land on you. Then, the breathy laugh he lets out when he witnesses your reaction, feeling smug for being able to fluster you so easily.

"Hey, you weren't about to sleep, right?"

"Nah, I wasn't, don't worry. I was up because I couldn't sleep. Why were you awake, though? It's literally three in the morning."

"Couldn't sleep either. I was thinking to call you, but I didn't want to wake you up, so I decided to text... Sometimes, I feel like we're connected in a way."

"Shut up."

Connie snapped his head in your direction, an almost offended expression draped over his face. "Why are you telling me to shut up?"

"Because you're being cute."

He snorted, finding your hand that rested on your lap and entangled his digits with yours before bringing your connected hands to the gear stick. "If you're telling me to shut up for being cute, then how come you don't always tell me to shut up?"

"You idiot," you laughed, glancing at your hands before directing your gaze to the side to see your boyfriend's visage bathing in the moonlight. "Then, I wouldn't have anyone to annoy me."

"Wow, so I annoy you? I am never annoying." It was evident that his tone was sarcastic.

"Mhm, and you never say dumb shit either, huh?"

"Hey! I didn't pick you up for you to bully me."

"You know I'm joking, baby. I love when you annoy me and tell me everything you have to say," you beamed tenderly at him, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before he faced the road again.

"And I love when you bully me because I know it means you love me."

"How do you know it means that I love you?" you teased, and he slightly frowned.

"Hush. Let us have a cute moment."

With a soft apology, the smile that stained your lips grew in size and you felt Connie's thumb brush against your hand before he changed gear, keeping his hand on top of yours.

"... Where are we going, by the way?"

"To get some food. Then, find a nice view to watch the sunrise."

"Very romantic. Who gave you the idea?"

"(Y/N)," he spoke with a hint of a whiney tone laced in his voice and a pout started to form on his lips, "don't act like I'm not romantic."

"I'm just kidding, you big baby, no need to call me by my name."

"What, does that make you upset, (Y/N)?"

"It does. Stop."

Laughing softly, Connie brushes his thumb against your hand again and you could feel the tenderness in his actions. "Don't worry, mi corazón, you know I don't like calling you by your name."

"Is it because you think my name is ugly?" you asked in a feigned serious tone that the male knew was a joke, causing him to let out a puff of air from his nose.

"No, it's beautiful, I love it. But I know how much you love my nicknames for you."

"I do love them, they make me feel special."

"Because you are... I love you so much, y'know. I want to marry you one day," he told you in a gentle voice, and you could feel the warmth of his hand on yours grow a little warmer. After his last sentence was spoken, you choked on your own spit and gaped in his direction, waiting for him to expand on his declaration. He only laughed again when he saw your expression. "Why're you so shocked? Some people already think that you're my spouse.

"Huh? Like who?"

"My colleagues at work. I tell them about my 'spouse' sometimes."

When met with silence, the twenty-year-old turned towards you once he pulled up in a McDonald's drive-through and he almost panicked when he saw you trying to fight the tears that threatened to flee from your eyes.

"Oh, mi amor, I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry," he cooed, leaning over to gingerly hold your face in both of his hands, brushing away a couple of stray tears with his thumbs.

"No, no, it's okay. I'm fine," you whispered with a small sniffle, attempting to smile which was difficult with a quivering lip.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry. Your words just caught me off guard." You were finally able to form a smile, your eyes glinting with so much passion and adoration for the male in front of you as he mirrored your gaze. It was so obvious to see the amount of love he harboured for you just by a simple glance.

"You okay?"

"Mhm," you hummed in confirmation, leaning closer to him to give him a peck on the lips.

"... Uhh, hello?" a muffled and slightly static voice spoke up, causing both of you to look outside Connie's window. When you both realised that you had forgotten about how you were in a McDonald's drive-through, laughter erupted in the car before you attempted to contain it.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat before speaking, a hint of a smile still remaining on his lips, "Hi, sorry about that."

"It's alright. Can I take your order?"

Once Connie told the worker both of your orders, he proceeded to drive forward to pay before waiting for your order. There was a comfortable silence in the car as you waited - your mind lingered on Connie's previous confession, while his mind raced through so many different things. Most of the things included you.

It was a short while prior to you guys getting your food and Connie thanked the worker as he took the food, passing you your order. He left the McDonald's drive-through and proceeded to whatever location he had in mind for you to watch the sunrise.

"Why don't you park somewhere so you can eat?" you asked him, fishing his food out of the bag and opening the packaging.

"Because I have my lovely (Y/N) that will feed me and is already doing just that before I said it," he answered with a soft grin, causing you to snort and playfully roll your eyes as you brought two chips to his mouth. "Thanks, babe."

Humming a 'you're welcome', you took a sip of your drink before offering it to your boyfriend. It was approximately thirty minutes of driving before you arrived at Connie's apartment.

"C'mon, let's go up to the roof."

You responded with a nod, unbuckling your belt and grabbing your drink that was yet to be finished as you got out of the car and gently closed the door. The click of the car locking sounded and you soon felt warm digits intertwine with yours.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, you two then took some stairs to get to the roof and when Connie opened the metal door, the cool breeze of dawn grazed your skin. It was still a little dark outside, but it was unmistakable that there would be glimpses of light fingering through the few clouds soon.

"Hey," your boyfriend softly spoke to get your attention as you gazed at the scene before you - everything was so peaceful and mysteriously beautiful at night. When you twisted in his direction, you smiled at him and silently questioned him with your expression. "Come sit with me."

You strode towards him, noticing how he laid his jacket on the ground for you to sit on. He sat with his legs outstretched, leaning back on one arm while he patted the space beside him with the other. Once seated, he snaked an arm around you and drew you closer to him, enabling you to lean your head on his shoulder. As his hand lightly clutched your waist, you brought a hand to his and fiddled with his fingers.

"Con?" you said in a hushed voice, almost like you were afraid to break the serenity that you both settled in. He only hummed in response to let you know that he was listening. "You know earlier... when you said you want to marry me. Were you being serious?"

"Of course, mi corazon. Do I ever lie to you?"

"No, but--"

"No 'but's. I want to marry you and that's the truth that no one can change my mind about... I've loved you for what feels like forever and I know for certain that marrying you wouldn't be a mistake."

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Don't make me cry again."

With a gentle chuckle, Connie kissed the top of your head and let his cheek rest upon your head. It was quiet again as you both let your gazes descend onto the hues of fuchsia and burnt tangerine that began to disperse and mingle with the deep cerulean sky.

"... I can never get tired of sunrises and sunsets," you whispered, lifting your head off of Connie's shoulder and glancing at him to see the tint of the sunrise illuminating his face. It made him appear surreal. And you couldn't decipher whether it was the sunrise that made his cheeks slightly pink or if he truly was blushing when he realised you were staring. With a teasing grin, you kissed his rosy cheek. "You're so pretty, Connie."

He almost stumbled over his words as he let out an awkward cough, which was rare for him to do. "You're even more beautiful."

Widening your grin, you inclined your head so that your lips could meet his in a tender kiss. You felt him pull you even closer to him if that was possible as he gingerly caressed your hips. Your fingers travelled to the back of his head and gripped his little buzz cut, slightly tugging on a few hairs which caused him to hum into your mouth. His teeth grazed your lower lip as he parted from you and relaxed his forehead against yours, giving your nose a light peck.

When you unlidded your eyes, you noticed how Connie's were shut and you smiled, simply gazing at his sunkissed face. Then, he opened his eyes, the sun focusing on the gold treasure that blossomed in his irises.

"You really are so pretty."

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[ TO LOVE ] SCARAMOUCHE.

to love is to betray—at least that’s how scaramouche has always seen it.

and then he meets you.

“this is my bath,” you tease him lightly, and even despite the shooing motion of your hand, even despite the soft glare sent your way, you still make room for him to settle between your legs.

“well, it’s also mine now too,” he huffs.

he leans his back against your chest, let’s his body melt in against yours, let’s the soft trace of your hands fill the empty cracks with something he’s lacked for long time.

scaramouche is almost certain you realize he’s in love with you before he comes close to knowing himself. and it’s funny—even though you fall first, he falls harder.

maybe it’s just the world being cruel once again, just as it always has been with him. it’s cruel, downright evil, really, that something about you makes him forget so easily who he is, who he’s supposed to be. love has always written itself as betrayal—but you make it seem so promising, luring out the softest parts of him, the naive ones that hope and hope…just to crumble in the end, like always.

but then you wash his hair, lathering shampoo into your hands and working through his hair softly, slowly, delicately like he’s fragile.

“admit it. you just like it when i wash your hair, huh?” and you’re still teasing, still using that slightly amused tone when you speak to him. he should be insulted, he thinks, but there’s a smile on his face.

for a moment, he notes that he’s lucky his back is facing you and the smile stretched across his lips is hidden—otherwise you’d have the satisfaction of knowing you’re right. because he does love when you wash his hair, he loves the closeness and the safety and the feeling of being wanted. of being cherished. of being something to someone without having to earn it first.

but he can’t bring himself to admit it, so instead, he scoffs, leaning more weight onto you as he quirks a brow.

“well, why wash it myself if you’re around?”

it’s his way of giving himself the upper hand—his way of convincing himself that love is not the reason why he so desperately chases the tenderness of your fingers against his scalp. no, instead, he convinces himself that mortals such as you were made to serve him like this. to treat him like he’s holy and divine, like he’s the god you’re meant to worship as you kiss his shoulder with a giggle.

“that’s true,” you hum, “why would you do it when i can take care of you?”

but you’re different—and it scares him a little. you don’t worship him like he’s a deity, like he’s all mighty and the answer to your prayers. instead, you simply love him, like it’s a choice, like it’s something you want.

you cover his eyes as you rinse out the suds. love. you cup his cheek and admire him. love. you lean down and press a kiss to the tip of his nose, teasingly grazing over his lips before pulling away. love.

everything about you is completely in love—but to love is to betray, and he knows the inevitable will be soon to come.

so he denies the urge to pull you back in, ignores the almost painful need to feel your lips press against his, turns away every part of him that screams to let i love you spill from his lips.

because every time he loves, every time he so graciously gives every piece of himself—like the heart he doesn’t have, even offering the parts that don’t exist and giving them up anyway—love always tastes like a bitter sip of betrayal.

i love you, he wants to say. but he knows as soon as the words slip, so will you from his fingers. just like the last time—just like the first.

“you don’t need to take care of me,” he grunts, “i’m fine on my own.”

“on your own,” you hum in thought, as if you’re carefully taking in his words. “isn’t that lonely?” you ask softly. by now, your hand has resigned to rubbing slow circles into his chest, pulling him in closer, almost as if proving a point.

i’m right here. you’re not alone.

“no,” he says stubbornly, “i’m above needing—”

“cause sometimes i’m lonely,” you admit, cutting him off. there’s no shame in your voice, not even a trace of hurt or sadness or even hatred. instead, you smile, pressing another kiss to his shoulder, and then the crook of his neck as you murmur, “but i guess not so much when i’m with you.”

“me?”

“yeah,” you nod, resting your chin on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his, “you. cause i love you, you know?”

and once again, scaramouche realizes he’s in love. he’s been so painfully in love for so long—and he thinks you’ve known it for even longer.

and to love is to betray, he thinks—but you’re still here, still holding him tight in your arms as you smile into his skin. so he finds a little hope, a little relief, as he closes his eyes and listens to your heartbeat against his back.

after a moment, with a tight grip on your thigh and wobbly lips, he quietly whispers, “i think i love you too.”

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[23:11] - SAKUSA

Sakusa doesn’t think he’s ever seen such beauty before, in all the years of him being alive, not once. He bashfully takes a peek at you, cheeks heating up and eyes glittering in awe. The way your hijab has been so elegantly and perfectly wrapped around your head, the colour suiting your skin tone perfectly.  Sakusa bites back a giggle as he revels in the way he can look at you once, twice and even thrice more. Savouring every glance he can, before you catch on to him. 

He debates on moving closer to you, pressing his thigh against yours, pulling your mendhi covered palm into his to hold onto forever, however long forever may last. He wants to hold your face ever so gently in his hands, the whole world in his palms, impossibly close to his own. He wants to feel your soft breath mingle with his.

He never thought he’d want to be this close to anyone, but Sakusa was getting restless at the thought of finally being able to hug you, to kiss your cheek, of you hugging back. He never thought he’d want to be touched by anyone so bad, but he figures you’re the exception. 

Finally, you turn to look at him, with a smile, finding him already staring at you with a blush on his face.

‘Like what you see omi?’ you giggle, turning into a laugh when you see his blush intensify at your words and being caught. Sakusa looks down in slight shame and fiddles with his fingers. You decide not to push him any further, opting to reach out for his hand instead.

You gently hold his fingers between yours and Sakusa looks up, feeling the sparks jolt through him, his eyes locking with yours. Another smile graces Sakusa’s face. He’s never smiled this much in a day, he thinks to himself. And here you are being the cause of every single one. 

Sakusa grips onto your fingers tighter and pulls your hand firmly into his, lifting it up to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You feel a warmth spreading from where his lips touched to the rest of your body, and now, it’s your turn, for your face to heat up and look away. For the a millionth time that day, Sakusa beamed, from ear to ear.  

He couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

[a/n: for all my beautiful hijabis out there. just know that you’re all valid and that you’re all beautiful and that i see you! i’ve got so much respect for you all and keep doing what you do. you’re all amazing and gorgeous and don’t let any man, woman or person make you feel otherwise.]

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Selenophile

-> a person who loves the moon

Bakugou x fem! reader, fluff, domestic, angsty,

The night was calm, the birds were asleep, the sun went to bed as the moon took over watching down on everyone. Here you and your boyfrind Katsuki sit underneath the stars as you take in the moment. Currently, you were both in a little feild watching the stars on a mid-week date to clear your minds from the busy hero world.

"Do you think it's lonely up there?" You ask quietly to Katsuki as you catch him out of his daydream, he looks down at you with a queryful look as he waits for you to continue. When he realises you too are immersed in the tranquility that that stars above hold, he asnwers

"In the sky?" He asks making himself sound so stupid, you laugh a little at his cute answer,

"Yes, the stars look so close yet so far apart" you ponder as you lay down on the soft grass. Katsuki follows your movements as he brings you close against him for warmth.

"The moon keeps them company surley" Katsuki takes part in your little brainstorm, he loves when you explore your childlike curiosity when it's just you and him, nobody to shame you for "silly questions"

"Hopefully, do you think the moon feels left out when people on wish on stars to fulfill their dreams?" Katsuki didn't expect you to have put so much thought into your little question, but he still finds it so cute how curious you can become with the simplist of things.

"Well, What's the moon good for? It only gives us light" katsuki wasn't sure what answer you were looking for, but by the way your eyebrows scrunched up and let out a tiny huff, he knew it was the wrong answer.

"We could wish for something" you say cuddling up to Katsuki since he naturally is warm. Katsuki lets out a little laugh at your cute antics, nonetheless he indulges into your childish antics.

"Waddya' wanna wish for?" He asks waiting for you to think of something.

You look up at the full moon, thinking of something to wish for, may it come true or not you will never know until it happends, so you want it to make it count.

"Happiness" you say calmly

"Happiness?" Katsuki asks back to you to make sure thats what you really want to wish for.

"Yes, everyone deserves happiness in their life" you say smiling into another hug against Katsuki's warm side, Katsuki give you a squeeze back.

"Sure thing, how do we wish to the moon?" He asks as he leans his head ontop of his arm resting underneath.

"We can close our eyes and wish in our heads" you say as Katsuki closes his eyes as he follows your instructions. As Katsuki closes his eyes tighly and wishes for happiness in his life, he wished for you to have happiness in your life. You deserve it more than anything.

***

"Daddy! Daddy! Look the moon is out! Can we say goodnight?" Katsuki's son says as he sees the moon shining brightly from his bedroom window. He always tried his luck at bedtime trying to push bedtime back by just a few minutes. But, Katsuki knew his son too well and he knew how much saying goodnight to the moon meant to him.

"Alright, alright, watcha' wanna tell mommy then hmm? Katsuki asks as he leans down to the young boys height as he thinks hard about what he wants to tell to mommy.

Whenever Hoshi, your son, seen the moon he was reminded of you. He had so many things in his everyday life to remind him of you, but this was something special to him. Since he was little, Hoshi was told to tell all his worries to you , the moon, because you'll have it sorted out so he won't have to worry anymore.

"So? Any idea's little man? Your bedtime was 5 minutes ago" Katsuki says reminding the young blond that he is staying up past his bedtime, which was rare with Katsuki.

"Do you think mommy gets lonely up there all by herself?" Hoshi asks worriedly at his dad, Katsuki knows how much Hoshi misses you, as does he, but for now he needs to put his emotions aside and asure his worried child.

"No, she has all the stars around her to chat to, don't worry bud" Katsuki assures Hoshi as he gives him a little hug and a squeeze.

"I want to wish something to mommy" Hoshi says, he wants to tell you everything about his day in private, instead he opted for a small wish to help him sleep better tonight, something that has been on this young boys mind for a while.

"Okay kid, what is it, tell mommy" Katsuki says in a gentle voice as he awaits Hoshi to tell you his wish.

"I want mommy to be happy" hoshi says with a big smile mirroring yours you once use to shine at Katsuki.

"Mommy is already happy, Hoshi, she has us" Katsuki says as he holds Hoshi a little tighter then before, he knows how hard your death was for him, so he wants him to know he's always there for him if he needs comfort.

"Is that why she's smiling at us?" Hoshi asks, by smiling he means shining, but to him and Katsuki, thats you smiling down on them.

"Of course bud, the biggest smile, she's happy"

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twirls hair. imagine flirting w strict driving instructor diluc, who has had enough with your reckless driving. absolutely sick of you inviting him to peek down your low cut shirt and “accidentally” touching his thigh as you reach for the joystick. just a fake ditzy giggle n oops! it’s so firm i mistook it as the gear shift ~

the way you’re not taking road safety seriously at all and pouting as if you should’ve passed the test without a hitch makes diluc frustrated, even more so when you plead for him to “bend the rules a little” and “not be so uptight.”

it’s really funny to you of course because when he’s releasing his frustration on your throat by fucking it, making tears spring up from your doe eyes, you know he’ll give you the pass and his number. diluc’s a gentleman so surely he’ll regret pounding your throat sore, after all you were too cute slurping with your hair tucked behind your ear, blinking up as if you ask with your gaze, am i doing good?

diluc definitely has a thing for praise hungry brats. (not projecting !!! nope. ps. i passed the exam w 100%, watch me hit you on the roads <3)