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I got my scar when I accidentally tripped on the curb and somehow survived a hit on the head

scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~

scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife

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from me to you — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: this takes place in chapter 268, soo sort of spoilers ahead? also long live gojo satoru; gojo leaves you a letter 🙏

“y/n-sensei, there is a letter for you as well!”

that catches your attention, and you look up at the first years. you tilt your head slightly, and yuuji hands you an envelope.

you gently take it from him, and the first thing you notice is “wifey” written on it then the doodle of satoru with his blindfold on. you feel your throat tighten, and your hands shake slightly.

you let out a small breath then shakily open the letter.

hey, honey!!

it first reads.

I feel like there is still much I didn’t tell you in our last meeting, so here I, your beautiful and handsome husband, am writing them down.

you swallow lightly, and a small smile appears on your face as you imagine satoru saying that, then you continue to the next line.

first, I changed all your computer passwords to variations of “satoruisthebest” at one point. your confusion was so cute!!

you quirk an eyebrow at the admission, but when you rack your brain, you remember that one day when you couldn’t log into your computer.

what you vividly remember was satoru being sat beside you the whole time, and now that you think about it. he was smiling so widely the entire time, letting out small chuckles every now and then. oh, that sneaky man.

“satoru, I am telling you it’s broken!”

“sweetheart, we spent over 2000$ on that. if it broke, then we could easily sue the company,” he chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“2 year guaranteed top performance my ass!”

you smile at the memory. it was pretty satoru of him to do that. your eyes then move to continue reading.

second, there are times when I would tell megumi that you would be coming with me, then he would turn and leave me when he found out I was tricking him.

your eyes glance up at said boy who is sat across of you. he made it out alive, despite everything. he suffered so much, but he made it.

it makes you relieved, and you can imagine satoru being bloody proud of him and saying something along the lines of ‘you handed sukuna’s ass to him, very cool!’

no matter how much megumi had frowned and grimaced at satoru’s presence or antics. it rooted itself as something—safe and familiar.

you can’t count on your hands the times when you and satoru would visit the siblings, and nobody really said it, but these meetings did all of you a favor, a chance to kind of wind down. maybe act like death might actually not be looming tomorrow.

it feels like just yesterday when megumi would cling to you when he got really sad or nervous, after so much time spent getting comfortable with each other.

he grew up well, you think, eyes gliding to next.

third, I hid your uniform every two to three weeks, so you have to stay with me.

at that, your eyes widen a bit. satoru’s schedule was pretty packed, but he somehow managed to squeeze time for quality time between you two.

it tugged on your heartstrings, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it, not a single space on his face left without a kiss. however, finding out that he went out of his way to make you rest and stay.

satoru’s care really showed in his actions, and you feel like this is the biggest proof of it.

“satoru, have you seen my uniform?”

“nope! maybe, it is a sign to stay home today? you’ve been working so hard, wifey!”

you cupped his face, pulled him down to your height, and kisses his cheek, “you’ve been working harder, ‘toru. let me take off some of the load at least.”

“we could both stay!”

“you’re kidding, right?”

“I already told yaga; I miss you!”

you try to stop the reminiscing further and try to compose yourself before reading the rest.

fourth, I’m the one who kept adjusting the thermostat. I just wanted an excuse to cuddle.

a fond yet melancholy smile appears on your face. you kinda figured that one out. satoru’s favorite pastime was cuddling, so it’s no surprise that he would go out of his way to create the need for it even further.

add to that, once you went to get some green tea and saw him from the corner of your eye teleport to the thermostat, click something, then teleport back to bed.

you figured that the room being chilly that night was not an exception in the middle of july.

“babeeee, it’s so cold! let’s cuddle!”

“maybe the problem is with the thermostat?”

“I checked! I think cuddling is the best solution.”

you giggle as you recall the moment, one of many similar. your heart feels a bit lighter as you go through the letter. something satoru managed to always do even in person.

he would plaster sticky notes, get you trinkets, and even pull pranks on other just to see you smile. feeling more encouraged, you keep on reading the letter.

then you feel your chest constrict so tightly that you might just throw up.

fifth, I am really gonna fucking miss you.

you read the line over again, and you purse your lip in hopes of silencing any noise that may come out as you feel the lump in your throat return, even worse than before. your breathing starts getting more difficult.

your grip on the letter tightens, and you find yourself thinking back to the good times. memories of late nights spent in each other’s arms, thinking about everything and nothing at once.

hushed whispers of confessions and quiet giggles as you reminisced on your highschool days. tight hugs when recalling the sad moments and the departure of a certain someone.

“you know, y/n, I think we might just be made for each other,” he said one night. you hummed and looked him in the eyes.

“three am thoughts?”

“three am admissions,” he grins slightly, “I am made for you, and you’re made for me.”

you remember him pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, while you teased, “and what would you need little old me for, so much that I got made?”

he feigns thinking then closes his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder, “grounding me.”

I love you. I really do, but you should know that already, right?

your eyes drift down to the corner of the paper, and that is when you feel your tears start free-falling. there is drawn a chibi satoru besides a chibi you and between them is a heart.

the chibi satoru is giving yours a big smooch, while she laughs. you never thought that the day your jealousy burns would be because of drawings, and drawings of you and your own husband, nonetheless.

“but wow, gojo-sensei is shit at writing letters,” you hear nobara remark.

megumi responds with a small chuckle, “I am fine with mine.”

“what about you, y/n-sensei?—”

the trio becomes silent as you let out a sob. a watery smile makes its way up your face as you kiss the letter gently and murmur, “so shitty.”

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I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THAT FACE

NOTHING BEHIND THISE EYES

spending your weekend with...

© zhongrin | 2024 ✼  [✘] no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. [✓] rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, jing yuan, blade

✼ tags ┈ fluff, established relationship, more fluff, your honor they’re all so whipped it’s cringe /silly

✼ a/n ┈ she lives!!! and oop, off she goes back into hermit mode after posting-

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

... the husband of all husbands, zhongli ー your feet walking along the familiar path of nature's trails and having picnics between the green-yellow grass of liyue’s vast fields. pretend you don't see a familiar shade of seafoam-tinged feathers flying past into the dense leaves of the trees adjacent to the one you take refuge under. maybe one of these days, the yaksha will finally accept your invitation to have a family dinner in your abode.

delving into the harbor's market, buying groceries and getting sidetracked by knickknacks. too many times, you've let the mora in your pouches pass across the merchant's for yet another antique teapot or an accessory you can never seem to have enough of. perhaps a dragon's hoarding nature is contagious to its partner? either way, you never fail to finish up at night with tea served in delicate glazed earthenware, brewed by your husband's expert hands. and if those same hands decide to spoil you further as you both cuddle in your nest-bed, even better, no?

... your al haitham, who, on rare occasions, would have a junior akademiya scholar approach him while you were out, in hope to acquaint themselves with the former acting grand sage. he's always quick to shut them down, the bluntness of his words deterring the situation to progress further. you think you see him smirk when the poor lad scurries away, but as he returns towards your side, his hand finds home around yours and all is forgotten.

a café isn't exactly a place he would choose to frequent on a crowded weekend. but the coffee's good, and you seem content as you chatter across the table. while it's scientifically impossible and irrational, there's just something in your voice that seems to create a vacuum bubble that allows him to focus on your endearing rambles. he listens, and he thinks he should record you talking, just so he can play them in his soundproofing headphones whenever.

... the one and only duke in fontaine, wriothesley, who follows you around like a loyal guard dog. it's probably thanks to you that he's not growing shrooms on his fur jacket from all the time he spent down in the damp fortress underwater. you take him shopping, persuade him to try out coffee, sample some foods that isn’t wolsey’s cooking… and if you so happen to bump into your friends, you're both usually always more than happy to adjust your schedule ー a sudden tabletop game session with clorinde and forcing persuading neuvillette to perform dereliction of his duties for a moment to relax are a few examples.

but above all, his favorite has to be bringing some snacks to sit down under a tree with you, watching fontainian poodles frolic around the dog park. maybe one day you'll have a puppy of your own, but for now, your beloved is ‘content with just you’, he says with a cheeky grin.

... your dozing general-arbiter whose brain seems to only want sleep and cuddles whenever the week starts to wind down. waking up to jing yuan who’s akin to a very sleepy big cat draped over your body using you as a pillow is how you would always start your weekend, and it's only at these peaceful moments that the man turns into a heavy sleeper. had he been a real lion, you think he might be purring up a storm as he snoozes, pillowed shamelessly against your chest.

your lover prefers a slow, lazy day with you whenever he has the rare time to take himself out of his duties, and naturally his free weekends are included in this. maybe start with a morning cuddle (in bed), a nap (in bed), both of you cooking lunch (in the kitchen), another nap (maybe on the recliner sofa because why not), a leisure night walk around aurum alley, and a night cuddle (yes. again. in bed)? hmm. yes, that sounds perfect.

... blade, who doesn't exactly have 'weekends', per se. chances are, he doesn't even know what day today is. plus, there's no guarantee that you were with him if he's away on a mission, anyway. but when you were around? you have his full (nonverbal) permission to drag him wherever and to do whatever you want.

you want to travel to the nearest planet for a bottle of soulglad when everyone else is asleep? pick a ship, he'll steer. you want to have a spa day and pamper yourselves senseless, braid his hair while you both have an overpriced face masks on? a useless act for him, especially considering his circumstances, but he'll massage your head if you give him enough puppy eyes. you just want to rot in bed and contemplate your existence? as long as you let him lay his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat, he’s good. either this man does not realize how much you have him wrapped around your finger, or he just does not care. it’s probably the latter.

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me crashing out rn

I MISS ITOSHI SAE SO MUCH GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBH I WILL LOSE MY MIND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

good morning to timeskip sero’s mustache ONLY.

Oh my god shoyo panicking is so adorable😭🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

MY WIFE !! — A. MIYA

SAKUSA VER. || USHIJIMA VER.

IWAIZUMI VER. || AKAASHI VER.

cw; fem reader, swearing, cute cute fluff, pet names ewww, not proofread

wc; 476

in which he calls you his wife.

you're still half asleep when atsumu climbs into bed, kicking the blanket away to nestle into your side. shit. you'd been planning to watch his latest interview live, but apparently you'd failed to stay awake until then. he slides one hand under your loose shirt — his shirt, come to think of it — to hold your waist, and the other comes up to cradle your face. "missed ya, sweets."

"hey," you murmur, letting him angle your head and sponge kisses all over your face. your phone buzzes, but you ignore it in favour of your boyfriend and his addictive attention.

he kisses you again, this time with a smile. "hey, angel."

"sorry, didn't get to watch the interview." one of your hands tangles into his hair as he presses his lips to yours, brief and gentle, before pulling back.

"good, don't then."

you open your eyes. "baby, what?"

"nothing, nothing. just... don't."

your phone vibrates again insistently, and then it clicks. "'tsumu, what'd you do?"

you're reaching over to your phone before he can stop you, unlocking it only to be greeted by at least four hundred notifications from friends, family, and even some people you don't know.

Y/N, YOU'RE MARRIED? [your best friend]

WHYD TSUMU CALL YOU HIS WIFE ON LIVE TV [osamu]

DID I MISS A WEDDING I DIDN'T RIGHT [hinata]

you turn to him. "and what do you have to say about all this?"

despite your calm demeanour, your heart is trying to claw its way out of your chest, and your plans are sweating more than they ever have before. you look down at atsumu, who now has his arms around your middle and his head on your chest. he pouts at you, best puppy eyes equipped. "lemme explain! it was a mistake, cus i was so excited to propose t'ya that i forgot we weren't married! so—"

a strangled little gasp escapes from your throat. the two of you have talked about this before, but you didn't expect that he'd even think of asking this fast. yes, yes, yes, your heart sings. that's when you notice the scandalised expression on atsumu's face as he bolts upright.

"shit, you weren't supposed to hear that," he says. "i'm sorry, i really—"

you cut him off with a kiss, noticing the way he relaxes visibly as it progresses, and when you finally pull away, he blinks at you with a dopey grin — all of the tension from before has disappeared.

"atsumu."

"yeah?"

"i don't care how or when you propose to me, i'll always say yes."

"shit, babe," he sniffles. "don't say that!"

"i'm not joking," you tell him gently. it's a hint, a yes if he wants to take it. "really."

"then will you?"

"will i what?"

"you know."

"oh my god, ask me properly the second time, at least!"

so he does.

a multi part fic series!! taglist is open. updates will be slow!! uhhh comment who u wanna see in the series and i might juuuust yk!! i hate atsumu he plagues my brain ew

tags!! @smiithys

hii! would love to see suna rating the pet names u call him if possible! lovelovelove ur work 🤍

SUNA RINTAROU ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

NOTE. Hehe, thank youu ! Also requested by @heartkaji

SEUMYO © 2024, PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.

“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?” osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.

atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. “what the hell, ‘samu?”

“that’s not an answer.” osamu continues to press.

“we’re not!” atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. “i don’t like them like that. they don’t like me like that. we’re just friends.”

the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumu’s mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.

osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.

friends aren’t touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each other’s hand like it’s nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when you’re bored, you’ll take atsumu’s hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if he’ll react.

osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brother’s lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and it’s not like he’s complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.

and you can’t forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way you’ll cup atsumu’s face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.

you’re the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesn’t miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.

osamu doesn’t think that someone who “doesn’t like you” would be thinking about you every time they shop. “(y/n) likes this snack”. “(y/n) would love this shirt”. “oh hey, (y/n) showed me this”. “‘samu, should i buy this for (y/n)?”.

osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesn’t know how you guys haven’t realized it yet. and he can’t keep playing along because atsumu’s katsu looks really good right now.

“right…” osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. “i sure hope they’re gonna have fun on that date they have today.”

his brother’s chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumu’s open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.

“they didn’t tell you?” osamu raises an eyebrow.

“no?!” atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.

“yeah, i think they’re gonna leave soon.” osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does ‘tsumu really need to know that?

the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.

“he can thank me later.”

atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.

sunday loves it when you cradle his head close to your chest; the warmth that surrounds him, as well as the sound of your heartbeat, give him a sense of comfort.

he also loves it when you litter his face with kisses; the way your lips touch every surface of his skin, the way giggles accompany every kiss you plant, as well as the way you get 'cuteness agression' and eventually start squishing his cheeks give him the slice of life he's been craving.

it makes him wonder if he truly deserves your love.

he gets a kiss and a sulky you whenever he questions himself.

anyways, did i also mention he loves it when you touch his wings? yeah, he really does. he gets all shy and flustered every time he allows you to touch them. (he loves it though).

sunday also loves it when you wake him up. there's just something so domestic about it that makes him want to marry you right then and there.

are there more things sunday loves about you? hmmm well,

he loves how youre the center of his universe. everywhere he goes, everything he sees, and everything he hears remind him of you.

he also loves how youre in every dream he's been into. whether it'd be venturing the land of penacony or even the most random dreams like that one time where he dreamt of aventurine and the trailblazer break dancing, you were always there, alive and well.

(sunday would never admit it out loud, but he really enjoyed the display of foolery from the two)

everytime you smile at him, the world seems to light up.

everytime you stay up with him while he does his neverending paperwork, makes him question if he truly deserves your love.

he gets more kisses but a much sulkier you after that

everytime you remind him that you chose him, it makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the whole entire world.

every word, every action, everything you do for him is accompanied by your assurance and warmth.

yet, as he kneels down in front of a sea of flowers, your portrait in the middle of it, he wonders if he really did deserve you.

he waits for your kiss this time.

i really really like when this happens

this is so adorable actually

in the low-light of the morning, jean sketches you, messy-haired, soft breathed, and shut eyed.

he folds them and keeps them in his wallet, so when he goes to classes or work and misses you, he stares at the photos, thumb slightly brushing over your sleeping face.

when you catch a glance at them, gushing over his skills, he blushes but always scoffs.

“they’ll never live up to your beauty.”

I need to be put down immediately

IF A CREEP WANTS YOUR NUMBER

A series of fake numbers to leave behind.

1-888-447-5594 - Easter egg number for finishing God of War, contains a dramatic speech. Personal favorite.

605-475-6968 - Rejection hotline, politely explains that whoever gave you this number turned ya down, buddy

888-276-6760 - The 24-hour Klu Klux Klanline where you can get a FREE INFORMATION BOOKLET!!!!1!

866-740-4531 - Only responds with “I am Groot”

206-569-5829 - Seattle radio station “Loser Line”. If they leave a weird voicemail, it could get broadcast over the airwaves.

Stay safe, people.

〈 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐎 〉 blue lock edition

mio’s thoughts: here we have shades of pink + oliver aiku + i just realized that i didn’t make one for kaiser or ness… *sighs and shakes head* another day

— free to use w/ credit

; itoshi sae

; shidou ryusei

; oliver aiku / v1 + v2

; sendou shuto

is the character you want not here? check these out (part one, part two, part three, part four)

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guys….. isagi yoichi is brat

i only see them

〈 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐎 〉 blue lock edition

mio’s thoughts: is it just me or do you think barou is bf material? at this point it’s a YOU problem if you don’t think so

— free to use w/ credit

; baro shoei (barou shouei ??)

; nagi seishiro

; mikage reo

; itoshi rin

is the character you want not here? check these out (part one, part two, part three, part four)

© 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐎 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 — all rights reserved. only posted on tumblr with this username. reblogs are appreciated!

LUMI LUMI LUMI LUMI LUUUUUMI

Would you please be so kind as to luminate my life with a one bed trope fic with isagi, my queen? 🧎🏻‍♀️

MAKE IT AS NSFW AS YOU WANT 😈

I can take him. (not in a fight though ;))

MIRA MIRA MIRA MIRA MIIIIIRAAAAA

your wish is my command ;)

pro!isagi x f!reader, one bed trope, reader is isagi’s first relationship, isagi and reader are 21+, nsfw under the cut, slight breeding kink if you squint hard enough

divider credits to @rookthornesartistry & thank you @strawchocoberry for proof-reading <3

isagi's nerves were shot. between the important match he had tomorrow and the idiotic hotel staff not being able to do their jobs, he was at a loss for words.

the two of you arrived at the hotel not long ago, baggage in tow, with reservations for the most exquisite five-star hotel isagi could book. this is supposed to be the perfect little trip for the two of you but of course, something had to go wrong.

that something being that despite having booked a room with two beds, you and isagi find yourselves in a deluxe suite, filled with luxurious amenities and only one bed. 

yes, isagi is your boyfriend and yes, he loves you, but you two have only been dating for three months. he thinks it's far too early to be making such bold moves, especially when he knows he struggles to control himself around you.

you on the other hand, oblivious to his current predicament, are having the time of your life. all the fancy little souvenirs from the hotel and expensive champagne leave you in absolute awe. you wonder how the hell you would ever make it up to your loving boyfriend for showering you in such luxury.

you currently find yourself sprawled on the king-sized bed that comes with your suite, engulfing your figure in the silk sheets and plush pillows as you take in the fresh smell of clean bedsheets.

as he glances at you, comfortable on the bed with that little smile that always makes his heart skip, he almost feels a sense of guilt. feeling bad for putting you in such an awkward situation, he decides he should somehow make it up to you.

"baby, um… i didn’t mean for the room to be like this…" he says, scratching the back of his head, the tips of his ears burning.

staring at him in confusion, you tilt your head to the side, waiting for an explanation.

“well… i initially reserved two beds for us. i didn’t want to force you into anything you felt uncomfortable with.” he confesses, looking at the ground, the window– anything but you.

realisation hits and you finally understand what isagi was referring to. you look up at him, letting out a loud giggle with a playful glint in your eyes. "i don’t see a problem."

he gulps, his mind a jumble of thoughts. sure, you are his girlfriend, but sleeping next to you? it’s a whole new level of intimacy. "n-no, of course not. i mean, it's fine, right? we're adults."

you bite your lip to keep from laughing more at how flustered he was. "definitely adults," you tease, patting the empty space beside you.

isagi shuffles over, sitting on the edge of the bed like it might bite him. "i just... don't want to make you uncomfortable," he mumbles, his eyes darting everywhere but at you.

"yoichi," you call softly, reaching out to touch his hand, "i'm not uncomfortable, silly. why else would i come with you on this trip?."

easing isagi’s mind, the conversation slowly drifts away as the two of you bask in each other's presence. after ordering dinner, unpacking and showering you both prepare to call it a night.

isagi lies beside you in bed. the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room. he can feel the warmth of your body next to his, your arm lightly brushing against his as you both settle under the covers. his heart is racing faster than it ever has before, with every tiny touch or brush against you setting his entire body ablaze.

“you know, you’re so cute when you’re nervous,” you tease lightly, turning on your side to face him. your playful tone easing the tension in the air, and he feels a small smile tug at his lips.

“i’m not nervous,” he lies, his voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing. he can feel heat creeping up his neck, and the way your eyes sparkle with amusement isn’t helping his case.

reaching out to lightly trace your finger down his muscular arm you giggle. “really? because you’re blushing, yoichi.” your touch sends a shiver down his spine and he swallows hard. he’s really trying his best to focus on anything but how close you are and how his blood is rushing to everywhere it shouldn't be.

his nervousness finally giving way to something else, he turns to face you and meet your gaze. “it’s just… this is different. i’ve never really… you know, shared a bed with someone like this before.”

“well, there’s a first time for everything,” you murmur, your voice dropping to a more sultry tone. “besides, it’s just sleeping, right? or…” you let the question hang in the air, your eyes locking onto his.

the implication makes his breath hitch and heart thud. there’s something in your eyes, something that makes his pulse quicken and his resolve falter. the playfulness in your gaze has shifted to something deeper, something that made his previous nerves fade into the background.

he swallows, feeling a surge of confidence he didn’t know he had in him. “or… we could make the most of this.” his voice low and steady as he leans in closer to you, whispering such a lewd line, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

your breath catches as his lips hover just above yours, his eyes flicking down to your mouth before meeting your gaze again. “yoichi…” you whisper, the anticipation thick in the air between you.

and that’s all it took. no further encouragement needed as isagi closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that is soft at first, almost hesitant, but quickly deepens as the tension that has been building all night finally snaps. his hand slides down to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss grows more urgent, more desperate.

when you finally break apart, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting against each other's as you try to catch your breath. isagi’s hand lingers on your hip, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin.

"maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all," he murmurs, a playful smile on his lips.

you grin while your fingers brush through his hair. “told you so,” you whisper back, before pulling him in for another kiss, one that told him that this night was far from over.

his breath quickens at the feeling of your body pressed up against his, pulling you onto his lap so that you are lying on top of him. he can feel the heat radiating between you leaving his usually overthinking mind now blissfully blank.

pulling you closer, you’re now the only thing on his mind. the need to feel you, to be with you, overtaking any previous hesitations he held onto.

your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging slightly, as he groans into the kiss, his hips pressing against yours. "shit, you... don’t want you seeing me like this," he mumbles against your lips, his thoughts a mix of shame and desire.

"seeing what?" you breath, your hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the taut muscles of his back.

"how much i... want you," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper, his face buried in the crook of your neck, trying to hide the blush that spread across his cheeks.

you smile, guiding his hand to your thigh, letting him feel the warmth of your skin, the softness that made his heart race. "i think it's pretty clear how much you want me, yoichi," you tease, hinting towards the growing pain in his sweatpants.

he groaned again, a mix of frustration and yearning. "you're my girlfriend... this should be normal, right? but it feels... different. more intense."

"because it is," you murmur, shifting so you were straddling him, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palms. "i feel the same way."

he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, his hands gripping your hips, grounding himself in your presence. "i, just... let me make you feel good. please, baby?," he’s basically begging, his voice needy for your presence.

you didn’t need to confirm your lust for him yet you still let out the slightest whisper. "i’m yours," as you lean down to kiss him again, giving him all the confirmation he needs, your bodies pressing closer, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable.

isagi's hands roam your back, slipping under your shirt, exploring every inch of your skin, as if trying to memorise the way you felt. "i don't... i don't want to hold back anymore," he confesses, his voice strained with the effort of controlling himself.

"then don't," you encourage, your lips brushing against his ear, your breath hot and teasing.

that was all the permission he needed. with a low growl, isagi flips you onto your back, his lips crashing against yours with a fervour that surprised even him. his hands are everywhere, pulling at your clothes, desperate to feel more of you, to lose himself in the sensation of your skin against his.

you moan into his mouth, your hands equally frantic, pulling at his shirt, his pants, anything that keet you from feeling all of him. "yoichi," you gasp, arching into his touch, needing more, needing everything he has to give.

"is this... is this okay?" he asks, his voice laced with both uncertainty and desire, his hands pausing before they reached your tits to look at you, making sure that you’re ok with his movements.

"yes," you breath, your hands cupping his face, pulling him down for another kiss, your body arching against his seeking friction, the connection that was so close, yet still just out of reach.

isagi lets out a shaky breath, his control slipping as he loses himself in the feeling of you beneath him. cupping and playing with your plush tits, he made you elicit soft moans. the way you respond to his touch, everything driving him to the edge of reason. he couldn't think anymore, nor did he particularly want to, only wanted to feel you and pleasure you, to finally give in to the desire that had been building for so long.

not wanting to waste anymore time, isagi relieves you of your pyjamas as you help undress him. once you were both in nothing but you underwear, isagi positions you against the headboard, slotting himself in between your open legs, leaving your bare body open for his display.

one hand grasps onto your thigh while the other hand makes its way to your chest. he cups your, now bare, chest, letting his thumb tease your nipple in a circular motion. relishing in your sweet noises and cute expressions, he leans closer to take a mouthful of your tit. his mouth is hot and damp against the flesh, sucking and nibbling on it, making the most lewd sounds for your ears only.

moving the hand that was groping your thigh up to your other tit, he plays with both of them using his fingers and tongue with the sole purpose of pleasing you, drawing out needy whines.

while deeply enjoying the pleasure brought to you by your sweet boyfriend, you want-, no, need more. a soft moan escapes your lips and you take the moment to babble incoherent words of “needing more”.

obliging to your wishes, he kisses his way up to your collarbone and neck. he leans in to nibble on your tender flesh, sucking and kissing the surface of your skin, leaving purple marks in his remains. 

“tell me what you want.” he murmurs into your ear, voice barely above a whisper.

“you yoichi, want you…” you barely manage out as you paled his aching cock through his boxers.

something inside of him snaps in that moment as he pulls you down to lie underneath him. letting his body tower over yours.

at this point isagi is fueled purely by desperate, awestruck hunger as removes his boxers and aligns his cock with your folds. “can i?” his voice needy as he barely manages to hiss the words out. 

you couldn’t take it anymore as you give him an almost too eager nod, trying to grind yourself into him. and when he finally, finally enters you, he reaches for your lips to muffle the loud screams that leave your mouth. as he finally bottoms out inside you, you’re both left whining, panting messes, breathing into each other's mouths.

your tight pussy greedily sucks him in as you take him inch for inch. adjusting to the size was not easy, but something you had to manage to make this last. all the pent up pleasure that’s been building up can finally have its release.

he starts moving inside of you, albeit slowly, every move and sensation is sending shivers down your spine and heat to your core. isagi thrusts deeper into you, bodies slapping together, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes in your suite. your eyes roll back into your head, the pleasure overwhelming as you cling to isagi for dear life, nails digging into his back leaving marks that certainly won’t be gone by morning.

isagi’s pace begins to pick up, the rhythmic slaps of bodies getting louder. his breath coming in pants he lets out a soft whisper, “fuck-, feel good princess?” wanting your reassurance. as cockdrunk as you are, you manage to let out a quick nod babbling praises into the air between you two. “mhm, isagi! feels good- you feel too good. ahh~ too much!”

isagi only quickens his pace from your words, feeling himself twitch inside of you, his thrusts only become more erratic, the animalistic need to fill you up taking over. as your walls clench around isagi, he feels his orgasm building, he knows he won't last much longer with you like this underneath him.

each thrust sends a shock wave of pleasure through you, your body rocking to meet his. the scent of sex fills the room, the air thick with the heady fragrance. isagi's breaths come ragged, his need growing unbearable. he can't resist the urge to whisper into your ear, "you're so tight, so perfect for me."

isagi leans down, kissing your neck, his tongue trailing down your skin. the sensation sends a jolt through your body, “princess- where should i-” you interrupted him before he was even able to finish his sentence. “inside yoichi, please.” his hips buck as his hot cum fills you, spilling out from between your legs.

but it’s not over yet, no. you haven’t came yet, despite the slight embarrassment he doesn’t let that stop him. hands gliding down to your abdomen where he puts his thumb on your clit, only adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

you cling onto isagi for dear life as the wave of your own orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing. the hotel room now filled with nothing but the scent of sex, the air thick with the aftermath of your passion. catching your breaths, isagi collapses next to you, your bodies slick with sweat. despite you a panting mess and catching your breath, you look over to see your boyfriend who looks nothing short of perfect, not even looking one bit tired. a smile spreads on your face as you lightheartedly joke between deep breaths, “you don’t look tired at all, almost like you could go for another round.”

he turns over to look at you, locking eyes with you before smirking. “actually princess, that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea…”

it’s safe to say that despite the lack of sleep, isagi has never played better, leading his team to an easy victory and giving him a new pre-game ritual

don’t worry, sleep is for the weak ;)

an:

oh my god. i finally get to upload this and i'm so happy! i spent so long writing this and sacrificed way to many braincells learning how to write a full fucking fic (2.6k words wtf).

+ posting this got delayed for so long cause i wanted mira to be online when she received her req, hope you enjoyed it bbg <3

bonus:

every nanami headcannons post i see is like “nanami is a provider, nanami is a breadwinner...”

ARE YOU KIDDING. NANAMI NEEDS A WOMAN WHO MAKES BAG SO HE CAN QUIT HIS JOB AND BE A HOUSEHUSBAND.

this man HATES work and you’re telling me that he wants to be the sole provider? PLEASE be real for a second. nanami was built for domesticity. he needs a girl who can buy a cute little house by the sea where all he has to worry about is reading his books and loving his woman.

like this man will make sure you come home every night to a clean house and a warm dinner and then eat ur pussy like a champ. his girl takes care of him so he’s gonna take care of her and he’s gonna take care of her good.

service dom to end all service doms. you want dick after a long day of work? he’s gonna make you see stars and then take care of you like a princess. you want to be slapped around? sure. he’ll tie you up and use you, but best believe your cumming at least 4 times. you want it soft and gentle? that’s what you’ll get. anything for his hard working baby.

and once you're nice and worn out and sleeping comfortably in bed, he's going to the kitchen to make ur lunch for tomorrow. complete with a little note on the napkin reminding you how much he loves you.

nanami deserves a life as a malewife. keep that man barefoot and in the kitchen.

this is the correct opinion and i will not be arguing my point any further at this time. thank you for listening.

TANTALIZING — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. bully!reader x virgin!choso !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : tantalizing : tormenting or teasing with the sight or promise of something unobtainable. aka playing with choso has always been your forte, but what happens when you discover he has a few tricks up his sleeve?

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. degradation, edging, use of sex toys, begging, choso is a perv & a lil scummy (ooc?), use of the term “slut”, slight praise (use of good boy), cum eating, minimal prep, unprotected sex, borderline hate sex, creampie — WC : 2.4k

“you’re such a disgusting little perv. you knew i was coming over and you just couldn’t resist, could you?” you ask, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. choso almost whimpers at the touch and you couldn’t help but smirk. “you want me to help you out or something? is that what this is?”

the two of you had agreed to meet up today to work on the group project for your class. you figured it would be best to join up with the quiet nerd in your class, but you weren’t expecting to walk in on him with his back flush against his headboard, head tossed back as he was using a fleshlight against his surprisingly pretty cock.

“n-no! i thought i would have more time — aah!” he chokes out, jerking into your hand as you run a finger along his oozing tip, slowly smearing his pre-cum around it. “i just — mmf — lost track of time.”

“you’re lucky you’re so cute.” you start to move your hand more, palms pressed against his hot skin. it was just enough for it to feel good, but not enough to send him over the edge. “aw, you’re blushing. don’t tell me…”

“what?” he gasps, trying to gain more friction.

“are you a virgin, choso?” you stop moving your hand, eyes trailing over to where his discarded fleshlight was laying on the bed.

the room was silent for a moment, choso’s heavy breathing filling the space. he felt the weight of your hand disappear, replaced by a sickeningly sweet release crackling under the surface, trapped under your mercy. he knew you wouldn’t continue unless he spoke up.

“yes.” he says hesitantly, watching your eyes light up in delight.

“i knew it.” you smiled, smugness taking over your features. your lips meet, a breathy moan escaping him as your tongue slips into his mouth.

it quickly turns into a messy kiss, saliva pooling in his mouth as his tongue swirls with yours. but he couldn’t help but feel so needy for you, your eager hands roaming all over his body as he claims your mouth. you pull apart all too soon, disappointment invading his senses as your warm touch leaves him. but it quickly melts away, watching you in wonder as you start to undress before his very eyes.

you start with your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side. he reached out to help but you swat his hand away. instead, you give him a show as you shimmy out of your pants, leaving your bottom bare. with quick, practiced fingers, you take off your lacy bra, the cold air brushing against your nipples.

“no touching.” you purr, crawling on the bed towards choso. his mouth goes dry, words escaping him as he takes in how beautiful you are. he wants to disobey, to reach out and touch you but he doesn’t want to break this illusion. the last thing he wants you to do is leave him in this state, a fire burning so vigorously in his gut that only you can douse.

you sit in his lap, his body jolting as your exposed cunt kisses his cock. he can feel your essence start to coat him as you start to move your hips, not yet giving into what he truly desires.

“you’re so mean to me.” he whines out, writhing below you. all you do in response is glide your cunt against his twitching cock. at this point, it was absolutely drenched in your slick, making it easy to rock against him — but never letting him in. “please baby.”

“not yet.” you smile not so sweetly. honestly, what else could he really expect from you? the one that’s been torturing him for as long as he can remember. catching him off guard while you walk down the hallways, showing off your short, cute little skirts. close enough to see but never close enough to touch. “good boys know how to wait.”

“but-” he whines, pleading with you. you almost want to give in, but another idea slips into your mind and takes hold.

“tell me, when you were using your fleshlight, were you thinking of me?” you ask, your voice lacing with an innocence he should know better than to trust.

“y-yes! always you-”he ruts up into you, trying to gain some friction. you let him get away with it for now.

“let me see.” the sweetness in your voice evaporated, leaving a simple command in its place.

“what?” he looked at you, confusion swimming in his eyes. the look on your face told him that you weren’t joking. he watches in inquisitive horror as your other hand picks up his toy.

“i said,” you ease off his lap a little bit, ignoring the way he reaches for you. “let. me. see.”

“alright,” he swallows thickly, nodding along as he takes the toy from your hand and lines it up to his cock. he’s about to start using it before your hand meets his. he looks up at you, watching your eyes darken with twisted hunger. it makes his cock twitch, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“so needy, aren’t you?” you slide the fleshlight agonizing slowly over his angry, inflamed cock. he hisses as you take your time, holding his gaze to see if he’ll challenge you. and of course he won’t. “such a cute little virgin.”

feeling you so close to him, your breath fanning across his face has his hips rutting up into the toy. you tsk softly, displeased that he went at his own pace. but you showed him mercy anyway, starting to pump the fleshlight over him.

“shit-“ he moaned, tossing his head back against the headboard. his chest heaved, warmth swirling in his gut. he needed more but instead he just dug his fingers into the sheets and let you take the reins.

“feel good?” you ask sweetly and all he can do is nod enthusiastically as you pick up the pace. “use your words.”

“feels so good,” he gasps, finally looking back at you through half lidded eyes. “please, please, please fuck me.”

“not yet.” you move faster, getting closer to him so you can kiss his neck. the feeling of your soft lips trailing over his skin sends his mind reeling, a dusty haze settling over everything as he loses himself to pleasure. “need you to come for me first, you know you want to. you’ve been doing so well, holding back for me. just a little more and i’ll give you what you need.”

the room is filled with the squelch of his cock driving in and out of the toy. its filthy, the way he pants, sweat gathering under his fringe. he should be embarrassed but instead his hips stutter as he lets out a choked whine.

“gonna cum-“ he can’t help as he thrusts into the toy, yearning hungrily for his high. and luckily, you let him. there was a moment you thought about pulling the toy off of him, leaving him to come untouched, but maybe that was best saved for another time.

his features just looked so pretty, face scrunching up in otherworldly pleasure, his neck and chest flushed with the prettiest shade of pink.

with a strangled moan of your name, he cums in the fleshlight, holding your hand down further onto it so he shove himself as deep as possible.

“good boy,” you praise, taking the toy off of him. you study it for a second, swiping your fingers to collect some of the milky substance before holding it up to his face expectantly. he raises an eyebrow at you. “what? you can’t expect someone else to ever swallow your shit if you don’t try it yourself. go on now.”

his eyes narrow at you as he leans forward, taking your fingers in his mouth as he swallows his own cum. it earns him a hum of approval from you. after all of the humiliation he’s suffered so far under your touch, it makes it almost worth it.

tossing the fleshlight to the side, you straddle his lap again, rubbing your soaked folds over his semi hard cock. it didn’t take long for him to harden again. he grips your hips with an iron hold, desperately trying to rut up against you.

“you ready, choso?” you purr in his ear, lining up his cock to your entrance, wiggling your hips a little so he can feel how wet you are for him.

“please.” he breathes. choso’s head spun as you swallowed up his cock, watching it slowly disappear.

he whimpers as he slowly sinks into you, toes already curling from the way your tight cunt envelops his cock. all he could see was your smug smile before his pretty eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“so tight, fuck, so soft-“ he all but whines into your shoulder as he bottoms out.

“better than your little fleshlight?” you smirk, teasingly rocking your hips back and forth.

choso didn’t know what happened, but something in him finally snapped when you mocked him this time. he moves around, pushing you onto your back before plunging back into you. he lets out a hiss, hips stuttering as he takes in your shock expression.

“you know, you talk a lot of shit for someone in your position.” he doesn’t move, trying to keep himself together. the last thing he needed to do was blow his load already.

“in my position?” you breathe out, trying to keep the edge to your voice. but it’s melting away, he can feel the way your cunt clenches around him, pulsing with interest as he starts to take control.

he’s had enough of your constant little quips at him, always making comments under your breath whenever he walked into the classroom, sitting in his seat that was directly in front of yours. he put up with so much from you, and it was time for a little payback.

“yeah, sprawled out under me like the slut you are.” he starts to move his hips. “it was almost too easy. all i had to do was act a little pathetic around you and you fell right into my hands.”

“you-“ you gasp as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. it was almost amusing seeing you struggle to find the words to bite back at him. “you are pathetic though.”

“and what does that say about you then, huh?” he lets out a harsh scoff, thrusting quicker and chasing his high. “makes you seem more pathetic in my eyes.”

“‘m not!” you whine, gripping onto the sheets as he drives you into the mattress.

“compelling argument.” he pulls out, savoring the sweet whimper you let out at the loss. he quickly flips you over, sliding back into you as he pulls you up so you’re on all fours.

“y-you-” you start, words escaping you as you try to hold onto the headboard for balance. everything you wanted to say vanished on the tip of your tongue, the way he was fucking you was too good, taking all of your thoughts with you. it all happened so fast you didn’t have time to think about how precise his moves were, how he knew exactly where to thrust to hit that gooey spot deep within you.

“what was that?” he lets out a breathless laugh at how well you squeeze his cock. he pushes your head down onto the mattress, your cheek pressing against the dark sheets. the power you were giving him was addictive, something he never knew he wanted. “cant hear you.”

“since when the hell do you talk so much.” you bark at him. he had always been quiet in class, reserved. the perfect target for you to pick on. never in a million years did you imagine this.

“i guess you just bring it out of me.” his fingers tighten against your hips, using it as leverage to fuck you harder into the bed. his hair curls around his neck, fallen out from the buns he previously had it in.

“lucky me.” you spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every thrust he delivers. watching you turn into a bumbling mess pushed choso closer to the edge, but he needed you to finish first.

he almost doesn’t bother helping you reach yours, but with the way your sweet cries of his name filled his ears, it had him second guessing himself. he wanted to feel your cunt flutter around his cock like the good little slut you are.

“yeah lucky you.” he pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest as he continues to fuck you. “wanna know what the best part is about all of this?”

“what?” you practically whine out at the new position, trying your best to match his pace.

“i lied.” he taunts in your ear, nipping at it. he feels your pace stutter at his confession before picking back up. “i wasn’t a virgin.”

almost to prove his point, he reaches around and effortlessly finds your clit, his fingers deftly playing with the nub. you cry out, cunt squeezing against his cock as you finish around him, calling out his name.

he’s not far behind you, pushing you back down onto the bed and grabbing a hold of your hips, plowing into you for his release. with the way you were still milking him, he gives into the feeling, moaning out as he pushes himself all the way in you and fucking his cum deeper into you with shallow thrusts.

he topples over you, trying to catch his breath as he can hear you doing the same. everything in his mind is a haze right now until he feels you shift.

you squirm out from under him and immediately start picking up your clothes, accidentally knocking the used fleshlight onto the ground. in a haste, you start dressing as choso watches.

“what? don’t wanna stay and cuddle?” he gives you a pleased little smirk, watching as your thighs still shake.

“this isn’t over.” you snap at him. he almost admires how stubborn you are, how competitive you can be. your little game of cat and mouse had officially started, and he was excited to see what was next.

“that a promise?” he tilts his head a little, bangs falling in his face, sticking to his forehead.

“it’s a threat.” you finish dressing, crossing your arms with a slight pout. but he knew you’d be back.

“sure it is. we still have to finish our project so,” he pauses, getting up and walking in front of you, wiping away a bead of sweat that trickled down your face. “same time tomorrow?”

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this is so adorable

Imagine Michael Kaiser who came home with the house looking rather cold and empty.

Imagine Kaiser who just came home after a long season, snow dust all over his shoulder as he relaxed as soon as he steps home only to find the lights turned off, making the evening dark like it already is. In an instant, he turned stiff as his cold palms started to sweat.

Imagine the way he just stood there, bag hanging heavily on his shoulder as he stood there unmoving. Then his eyes lay upon the snow slowly falling outside. He could feel his heart picking up its phase. The way his vision starts to reflect on the window pane and instead of finding his reflect in the mirror, his old, younger, dirty little rat self was the one he saw.

Imagine the way he starts to recall none of his painful childhood but rather the less and less time he get to spend with you. Ever since the season started he was gone most of the time and just recently, he played overseas before coming back and playing within the league once again. He did not fail to notice how you seemed to be hiding something from him nowadays. The way you woukd excuse yourself in the calls earlier than usual.

Imagine the way he starts to panic upon the suddenly realisation that you may have left. Left because he was too busy on everything but you. That you grew tired of him. Well he knew how nasty he could be, how rude and annoyingly aggressive he could be. But you would not leave him right? He could change, he will change, he could be better- woof!

Imagine the way he pause once again. The breath that he did not even notice he was holding finally escape. Did he just hallucinate a dog? "No buddy, be quiet. Der vati would be here in a few moments okay? Hold it in till then." Okay maybe he was not hallucinating. Or maybe he was, maybe you left and he was just fooling himself you didn't. Woof!

Imagine the way he hesitated, the way his hands slowly reach out to touch the switch lights and finally give light into the house. He did not missed the way he heard a gasp coming from the kitchen but even still, that did not make him feel any better, more than ever, it made him nervous. What if his fears come true? What if you are not in there? What if you truly left? What was he supposed to do then?

Imagine upon entering the kitchen area, the first thing he noticed was the presence of people in there and upon looking at the kitchen island. His blue eyes met with a pair of (eye color) ones. There you were, a piece of crisy bread crust rusk in hand as you take a bite only to choke upon making an eye contact with him. With no time to waste, Kaiser hurry up to help up, and as soon as your throat clear up, you burst into laughter.

"Heilige scheiße baby, when I was hoping to surprise you, this was not part of the plan." Kaiser hates surprises. "Nevertheless, happy birthday baby. Take you being born, you're the best gift I could ever have" Michael Kaiser hates surprises, it makes him vulnerable, the way he doesn't know how to react. "I tried my best but this is the best recipe I could make with your favourite food, crispy bread crust rusk." Kaiser hates surprises, makes him look back in the days were he often thought of one only to be hurt and disappointed. "Also." You whistle, then a hurry small steps echoed in the kitchen. "Here." You picked up a familiar dog. The dog the two of you often saw whenever you went out a walk. "I know I could have adopted a new puppy in the shelter but on my way into the shelter I come across him and was like, why no take this one in- baby, are you okay?"

Imagine the way you took a step forward towards him, setting down the dog as he watches you reach out a hand to touch him. Only when you wiped away his tears did he knew he has tears rolling down his cheeks. "Baby- scheiße- sorry, I suck at surprise. I knew it was a bad idea. I'm sorry-" You were cut off when he grab a hold of your hand and gently caresses it.

Imagine, Michael Kaiser hates surprises. It make him feel like a fool know he does not know what to react. At the same time, he realised he was no longer the child who have nothing, have nothing but a stolen ball. "Meine liebe." He do not know the face he was making but he felt bad for making you cry too. Gently, he let go of your hand and gold you on your cheeks before leaning down to have your forehead pressed upon each other. "Danke, Ich liebe dich." Woof! Maybe surprises wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

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