✿❀○ KUSURIYA NO HITORIGOTO E29 ❃ MAOMAO ○❀✿

TEASING THE NERD

— Nerd! Gojo Satoru x Popular! Fem! reader

[+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+]

Summary: You’re the popular girl in school, Gojo is the nerd and you two got paired up for a presentation.

Word count: 2.9k

Content Tags: TW: slight of bullying, Nerdjo being whipped for (Y/N), teasing, slight degradation, begging, P in V, unprotected sex, library sex, slight exhibitionism (if you squint), blowjob, cum swallowing

Mwahgo's notes: is anybody still into the Nerdjo agenda???

Carrying his books in one arm and his phone on the other hand, Satoru walked to his next class—Biology while checking his study schedule, seeing if he has anytime for some extra study session later or will he be able to hangout with his friends. Suguru, who his friend in the school’s band has been pestering him to hangout with him and Ieiri since Satoru has been so busy with midterms, he’s burying himself in books—as what Suguru said. After that, Satoru has been making an effort to make time for himself, he knows to himself he can’t just bury himself in studying or else he’d go crazy but he tries to get back to his studies after going out all day.

He walked in the classroom and noticed he was the first one there—not even the professor was there. He shrugged it off, he preferred to be early anyways so he has extra time to study before class starts. He took out his pencil case and his notebook and a few sticky notes as he opened his biology book and study the chapter their professor asked them to.

After scribbling down a few notes, students started to pile in the room along with his best friend, Suguru. The black haired guitarist noticed Satoru and went to sit next to him at the front, “You could’ve picked a seat in the back,” Suguru complained.

Satoru sweatdropped, “I-I mean you can always just sit at the back, I’m fine being up here,” He insisted.

Suguru dismissed his suggestion with the wave of his hand, “Nah it’s fine, you know I like accompanying your fun facts ass,” He smirked playfully.

The white haired nerd rolled his eyes as he continues studying while Suguru bore himself with his phone. More students pile in, including the popular—and asshole dudes with their obnoxious laughter and their stupid ideas of throwing toilet paper on the principal’s car. One of them spots Satoru and grinned mischievously as he flipped Satoru’s pencil case and the contents inside spilled out and clattered on the floor. Satoru gasped in surprise as the dude and his buddies started laughing loudly—causing heads to turn them.

Satoru leaned down to pick up his pens and Suguru went in to help him, “.. Fucking dicks,” Satoru grumbled.

Suguru sighed, “Don’t take it personally, they got nothing better to do in life than make other miserable,”

His friend only frowned as he puts the contents back in the pencil case as him and Suguru stood up from the floor. The popular guys’ laughter was still heard in the classroom and started mocking Satoru, which made Suguru almost pop a vein, “Don’t worry, Satoru, he’s just being like that because his girlfriend saw how small his dick is,” Suguru called out.

The guy who flipped Satoru’s pencil case paused his walking before turning to Suguru, “The fuck did you say, you punk ass?” He threatened.

Satoru tried to pull back Suguru from getting his face punch, “Oh, now you’re deaf? Let me repeat it for you then,” He smirked, menacingly.

The guy stomped towards Suguru and grabbed his collar as the students gasped, waiting a fight to break out in the classroom, but thankfully the professor entered the room and called all of the students to go back to their seats—subtly breaking the fight. Satoru sighed, almost having a heart attack for Suguru’s stupid antics that’s gonna get him killed one day. As the professor entered, behind them was you as you walked confidently inside the classroom. Your confidence caught Satoru’s attention as his blue eyes followed your pretty figure, your hair flowed smooth and your skin shines effortlessly as you went at the back of the classroom. Satoru’s cheeks blushed, being able to admire how pretty you were today—his pounding in his chest as he took more glances at the back before the professor starts the class.

“Alright class, before I dismiss you all, I will be assigning a paired activity,” The professor announced as some students started groaning.

The teacher instructed the students to create a presentation about astrobiology and each paired students with be given different topics about astrobiology. As they finished explaining the assignment, they go and started pairing students up, “Satoru and (Y/N),”

His eyes widened in shock, unsure if the professor called the right name. He couldn’t believe it that he’s gonna be working with his crush and more importantly, you’re the most popular girl in school, everyone would die for his spot just so they could be in your presence. He glanced at the back and you were already looking at him, smiling as you gave him a small wave. Flustered, he turned his gaze to the front as Suguru smirked playfully at him.

The bell rang and the students packed their bags and left the classroom. Satoru was busy packing his bag when you suddenly approached him, “Hi! You’re Satoru, right?” You asked.

His cheeks blushed at your sudden presence, “U-Uhm..! Y-Yeah,” He stammered pathetically.

You giggled at his nervous antics, “Yeah, I just wanna tell you that I’m not gonna be available to work on the presentation today,” Satoru frowned, “I’m gonna go out with my girls today and I’m gonna be gone for the whole day, Can we do it tomorrow instead?” You pouted.

Satoru wanted to say no, since he wanted to start brainstorming for the presentation and also wanted to, finally, hangout with his crush but in the end, he doesn’t control her life, “.. I mean, yeah sure. The presentation doesn’t have an urgent deadline,” He assured.

You jumped happily at his answer, “Thank you, Satoru!” You squealed as you exited the classroom. Satoru smiled that he was able to make you smile, even though he didn’t like the results, as long as you’re happy he’s fine with being behind his school works. A sigh escaped Suguru’s lips as his white haired friend turned to him in confusion.

He was met with a disappointed face of Suguru, “What’s wrong?” Satoru asked.

“You’re TOO whipped for her,” He answered, flatly.

At home, Satoru sat on his desk, reading the assigned chapter for his English class when he got a notification on his phone. He stopped reading for a moment before picking up his phone and saw a message from you. His eyes widened in surprise as he scrambled his fingers to generate a decent text to you, his breathing shakes in anxiety, hoping he doesn’t sound creepy or weird.

(Y/N): Hi satoru!!

Satoru: Uhm hi?? Satoru: How did you get my number?

(Y/N): Oh i got from your friend (Y/N): I think his name is sagoru??

Satoru almost laughed at your guess on Suguru’s name. He abandoned his readings as he laid down on his bed, phone still in his hand.

Satoru: His name is Suguru. Anyways, what do you wanna talk about?

(Y/N): OH YEAH SUGURU (Y/N): I wanna ask if you’re up to do the presentation tomorrow

His breath hitched, you finally have the time for him to not only study with him, but also being able to hangout with you, his crush. He’s already planning ahead in his mind—what outfit should he wear or what perfume should he put. Are you into casual wears or should he wear a full suit and tie? The ping of his phone snapped him out of his daydream as he looked at the message.

(Y/N): So are you up tomorrow, after class? ;)

Ohh, that winking face at the end, it almost gave him a heart attack.

Satoru: Yeah sure, I’ll be there! :))

You ended the conversation with the location and time before bidding goodbye. Satoru said his goodbye before absolute silence, he was hoping the conversation could last longer than that but he knows that you two aren’t good friends. He sighed in bliss as he stares at the ceiling, excited for tomorrow morning to go and work on your presentation.

The next morning came and Satoru couldn’t be more excited to go to school, even Suguru was thrown off how bright his best friend looks today. Satoru waited patiently for the school day to end so that he can finally have your time with him. Every class, he had his leg bouncing, his hand was restless, he was basically buzzing with excitement to go to the study room in the library after classes to sit next to you, smell your perfume, and be blessed with your presence. The final bell rang and Satoru immediately stood up, bag on his shoulder while scaring Suguru in the process as he sprints out of class and made his way to the library.

He enters the library, quietly closing the door behind him as he walked inside—finding a good study room. A room at the end, where people will barely notice them and absolute silence, just the two of them inside without disturbance. He made sure to tell Suguru and Ieiri to not text nor call him during this time because he wanted to focus all of his attention to you only. As he enters the study room, he placed his bag down and sat on the chairs before pulling out his phone and texting you that he arrived in the library and just waiting. As he puts his phone back in his pocket, he opens his bag and pulled out his laptop and some notebooks to prepare for the presentation.

A few minutes later, you entered the study room and Satoru blushed, “Hi Satoru! I’m so sorry I’m late, the girls had to ask me out to buy coffee,” You said as you sat down the chair next to him.

His blush darkened with the close proximity of your presence as he gulped, he wanted to scold you for bringing drinks inside the library he didn’t want to be a killjoy, especially when he’s trying to impress you. As you started working on the presentation, Satoru was pointing something in his laptop when you leaned closer to the screen. He blushed profusely as his eyes glanced down at the obvious cleavage inside your shirt.

He heard you sigh and shifted on your seat, “Satoru, are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, crossing your arms.

He started sweating nervously, avoiding your intense gaze, “Y-Yeah, everything’s fine,” He blushed.

You raised your eyebrows, not believing the obvious lie he said as you observed his behavior. You noticed that his eyes couldn’t stop from glancing downwards as his cheeks blushed profusely. You realized that he’s been looking at your cleavage and a mischievous idea popped in your head as you smirked playfully.

“Ohh, so you like what you’re seeing, Satoru?” You teased.

He yelped in surprise, he knew that he was caught on his little antics as your hand trailed to the tent between his legs, “You got hard by just staring at my tits, you little pervert,” You teased.

He tried to babble out a reason but your hands already worked the button of his pants and pulling his pants down with his boxers, revealing his hard cock, its tip red from frustration. Your mouth fell agape at his size and girth—you didn’t expect a quiet nerd like him would keep something this big in his pants. Satoru shivered from the cold exposure, making his cock more aroused as you kneeled down the floor, in between his legs.

Your lips wrapped around his cock as Satoru whimpered pathetically, “(Y/N), I-I'm not sure if we should do thi—AH!” He moaned as you sucking him off.

Your head bobbed, taking his cock from the core to his tip, making his legs shake from the pleasure. His back arched, pushing his cock further down your throat, “Oh my god, (Y/N), your mouth is so… soft and w-warm,” He stuttered.

Your eyes glanced up to him as you continue to suck his cock and his face contorted from pure pleasure—his eyes shut closed, eyebrows furrowed as sweat rolled down his forehead. His cheeks blushed heavily as his mouth gaped and small moans escaped his lips. You wrapped your hand his shaft and proceeded to stroke his cock up and down, making him more stimulated with pleasure. Satoru concealed his whimpers with hand as you continue to suck him off before he felt a tight coil in his stomach.

His hips bucked and his legs started to shake, “O-Oh, (Y/N), I-I'm gonna c-cum!” He groaned.

With a hum around his cock, Satoru slapped his hand over his mouth to cover his moans as he released his semen inside your mouth, his hips twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. He panted heavily, slowly coming down his high as you swallow all of his hot cum before standing up from the floor and resting on his lap, “O-Oh god.. Uhm, wow uh..” He stammered.

You giggled, “Did you enjoy that, Satoru?”

He looked up to you with his big, blue eyes, “Y-Yeah… It felt so, so good..” He panted.

“Mhm, I knew you would enjoy that,” You grabbed his hand and trailed it between your legs. Satoru gasped when he felt your bare and wet pussy, “Especially that you’ve been dreaming to be with me,” You smirked.

He gasped in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that you were fully aware of his attraction to you. On the other hand, you knew since bumped into him in the hallways—well, your ex boyfriend intentionally bumped into him, making him drop his books. You, being the angel that you are, kneeled down and helped him with picking up with his books before your ex dragged you away. That was the day Satoru fell in love with you and you were attracted to him. The way he looked at you with his blue eyes reminds you like a puppy and you just love how he blushes when he sees you.

“Of course, I know, Satoru. You’ve been crushing on me for a while,” You said as your hips grinded on his fingers, “Just admit it, Satoru… You want me so bad, don’t you? You want my pussy wrapped around your poor cock, just waiting to get fucked?” You teased.

Satoru nodded frantically, “Yes! Yes please, let me fuck your pussy!” He pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.

You giggled in his enthusiasm as you pulled your skirt up, showing him your glistening pussy. He gasped in awe, your pussy was pretty in pink as it leaked with arousal. You hover your pussy on the tip of his cock before slowly sitting down on it, his thick size made you gasped. Satoru threw his head back at the tightness of your pussy as your hips finally sat down on his lap, your pussy fully wrapped around his cock as you both moaned in pleasure. Satoru tried to buck his hips up but you stopped him, “Please wait… Fuck, your cock is so big,” You whimpered, trying to adjust to his size.

You both sat there for a while before you started moving your hips up and down—catching Satoru off guard as he moaned at the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock in, “Fuck, (Y/N), your pussy is so.. tight and—ohh warm,” His eyes rolled back as he whimpered.

You let out a breathless giggle as you fuck yourself on his thick cock, your wetness squelching in the small, quiet room. His hands went and grabbed your ass as he bucked his hips up to your pussy, making you squeal. Satoru started thrusting his hips, his cock pistons inside your pussy as your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure.

“F-Fuck, I-I love your pussy, so fucking… good, fuck!” Satoru babbled as his thrusts turned intense.

The sound of skins slapping in the study room echoed, you feared that the people outside might understand the events happening inside as Satoru’s pace quickens, fucking you frantically, “Fuck fuck! I’m gonna cum, (Y/N)!” He moaned loudly.

“Cum inside! Please, I-I want you t-to cum inside!” You cried as Satoru groaned loudly, spilling his cum inside you.

Your body shook from the powerful orgasm as you felt his cum filling you up. Satoru slumped back on the chair, panting heavily as he comes down from his high, “Oh fuck, (Y/N).. That was..” He trailed off.

You let out a breathless laugh, “Did you.. have fun?” You asked, tiredly.

He just nodded, too tired to form a sentence, “Thank your for that…” He said.

You smiled as you leaned close to plant a kiss on his cheek, “You’re welcome, baby,” You giggled

His eyes widened at the nickname, “’Baby’? Does that mean…” He said, unsurely.

You nodded, “Of course, this isn’t just a one time sex, Satoru. I like you for a while too,” You confessed as his cheeks blushed. He buried his face on your chest out of embarrassment as you laughed at his reaction before kissing the top of his head. Satoru couldn’t be more happier to be with the girl of his dreams.

﹒♡ MY GIRL ft. jock!katsuki bakugo + cheerleader!reader

cw: making out, mentions of hickeys and jealousy.

jock!bakugo and you are the couple everyone either wants to be or is lowkey jealous of. He’s the star athlete—football, basketball, track, doesn’t matter, he dominates. And you? The head cheerleader, flipping and kicking in a skirt that he thinks is way too short but loves at the same time.

He acts like he doesn’t care about school spirit, but let someone talk crazy about your cheer squad, and he’s ready to square up.

jock!bakugo isn’t the type to outright tell you not to wear something, but his hands are always on your waist, tugging down your skirt or pulling your top up when he thinks it’s too revealing.

If a guy even breathes in your direction, he’s throwing an arm over your shoulder, yanking you close. “She’s taken, dumbass.”

You once got asked to be the flyer for a stunt with some of the male cheerleaders, and Katsuki was NOT having it. “You got plenty of girls to throw you in the air, why the fuck does it gotta be some dude?”

jock!bakugo who loves marking you up. The hickeys? Oh, they’re not just for fun. They’re warnings. Little bruises on your collarbone, right above your uniform’s neckline, just enough for people to notice. He’s not subtle, and he doesn’t care.

jock!bakugo has something about game nights that makes him extra needy. Maybe it’s the adrenaline, the way you scream his name from the stands, or the way your skirt swishes when you cheer. Either way, he’s dragging you into a storage closet under the bleachers every chance he gets.

“Five minutes, babe,” he growls, pushing you up against the shelves, lips already on your neck.

Five minutes turns into ten, into fifteen. His hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your thighs, fingers ghosting under your uniform. Your lip gloss is smeared all over his mouth, and his jersey is bunched up from where you’ve been gripping it.

“You’re lucky I got a game to play, or I’d be doin’ a lot more than just kissin’ ya.” His voice is low, rough, and he gives your thigh a squeeze before pulling back, looking way too smug about how breathless he’s left you.

jock!bakugo who’s not huge on PDA, but he has his moments. An arm slung over your shoulder in the halls, a hand gripping your hip when you’re talking to someone he doesn’t trust, a quick kiss before he jogs onto the field.

jock!bakugo after a big win? Oh, he’s dramatic as hell. Scoops you up right off the ground, plants a deep kiss on you in front of the entire school. “That was for good luck,” he smirks, wiping your lipstick off his mouth.

If he catches some dude getting a little too friendly? He’s stepping in, pulling you into his lap, leaning in just enough to kiss your jaw as he stares the guy down. “The fuck you need, extra?”

jock!bakugo might be an athlete, but he’s got that protective mentality when it comes to you.

“I don’t fight over girls, but I will fight for mine,” he says, cracking his knuckles after some guy tried getting a little too close to you at a party.

He’s got connections—he’s not afraid to remind people of that. Some upperclassman tried to make a move on you once, and let’s just say… dude transferred schools real quick.

He doesn’t do threats; he does promises. “Keep talkin’ and see what happens.”

jock!bakugo after a game, he’s exhausted but still makes time for you. Showers, throws on some sweats, and pulls you into bed like you’re his damn teddy bear.

“Y’cold? C’mere, dumbass,” he mumbles, pulling you tighter against him, his face buried in your neck.

If he’s feeling cocky, he’ll start pressing kisses down your shoulder, hands slipping under your shirt. “You gonna give me a lil’ reward for winnin’, babe?” His voice is rough, teasing, and he’s already leaving marks where only he can see them.

You’re his biggest supporter, his loudest cheerleader, and he makes sure you know he appreciates it.

“Wouldn’t be half as good without you screamin’ my name from the stands,” he mutters one night, hand on your thigh, thumb tracing circles.

And when you compete in cheer competitions? He’s in the front row, arms crossed, acting all nonchalant. But when you hit your routine perfectly? That little smirk of pride on his face says it all.

“You did good, babe. Knew you would.” And then he’s tilting your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips like he couldn’t help himself.

At the end of the day, jock!bakugo is all yours, and he makes damn sure everyone knows it.

SAKURASZN © 2025 !

Request!! Can you prettyy please do a Ranpo x masochist reader? It can be to whatever degree you interpret it as: romatic & sexual, or a platonic pass-time to cut up a monotonous day. Go crazy w it. Physical or emotional, I'll eat up anything you put out. Feel free to ignore my dumbass, luv you! 𓆟

Yandere!Ranpo x Masochist!Reader

Another day at the Armed Detective Agency, the sun filtering through the wide office windows, the sound of papers shuffling, the occasional clatter of Fukuzawa’s tea set. Everything was normal.

At least, on the surface.

You were a new recruit—diligent, polite, attentive—the kind of employee everyone liked. You followed orders without complaint, kept your workspace tidy, and never seemed to cause trouble. Nothing about you was particularly suspicious.

But Ranpo noticed things.

The first incident.

It was entirely his fault, of course. He’d been slacking off (as usual), leaning lazily in his chair while balancing a cup of hot tea on his knee. Someone called his name, he turned too fast—

Ah, shit.

The cup tipped, spilling a few hot drops over your fingers before you managed to pull away.

"Ah—!"

Ranpo blinked down at the mess, lazily dragging his gaze back to you. You didn’t flinch. You just… turned your head slightly to the side, as if inconvenienced, as if this wasn’t worth reacting to at all. You wiped your hand on a napkin, casual as ever.

"Ahh, sorry, sorry~! Guess I got too excited" Ranpo said, dragging out his words in a sing-song tone.

"It’s okay" you replied easily, already moving on.

Ranpo squinted at you.

"Huh. That didn’t hurt?"

"Not really." You smiled

Hmmm.

The next time, he did it on purpose.

It was lunch time, the office mostly empty as everyone scattered to grab food. You were focused on your work, fingers gliding over the keyboard, too absorbed to notice Ranpo creeping up behind you.

"Boo!"

You didn’t jump.

You barely reacted at all. Your shoulders stiffened for half a second before you forced yourself to relax. But Ranpo saw it—the tension in your fingers, the way your breath hitched before settling into something controlled.

Not fear. Not normal startlement.

No—you were suppressing something.

Ranpo leaned on your desk, grinning. "Wow, you’re no fun. Didn’t even scream."

You smiled, but your grip on your pen tightened.

"You startled me a little."

"Liar~," Ranpo hummed, tilting his head. "That wasn’t ‘a little startled,’ that was a ‘I’m used to sudden things happening but I have to act normal’ kind of reaction."

Your fingers twitched. He saw that too.

The crowded hallway.

Yosano brushed past you while walking by, nothing more than a casual nudge of shoulders. You jerked ever so slightly, fingers curling, tension visible for half a second before you forced it down again.

Ranpo, watching from across the room, narrowed his eyes.

It wasn’t normal. The way you reacted to sudden movement, casual touches, heat, pain—it wasn’t the reaction of someone simply uncomfortable.

It was someone who wasn’t used to things being this light.

Ranpo popped a candy into his mouth, still watching you closely.

"Ne, ne~" he called lazily, "You sure are sensitive, huh?"

You glanced at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Dunno," he hummed, tapping his chin. "People brush past you, and you act like you’re bracing for something. But it’s subtle. Most people wouldn’t notice."

Ranpo grinned. "You don’t like pain, do you? You like it a little too much."

Your breath caught. Gotcha.

And from that moment on, Ranpo was hooked.

This was going to be so much fun.

It was too easy to pretend.

You kept your head down, listened well, followed orders. Everything about you was perfectly normal—on the surface. No reason for anyone to look too closely. No reason for anyone to suspect that beneath all that obedience was something much, much uglier.

Unfortunately, Ranpo wasn’t just anyone.

He didn’t act right away.

So instead, he watched. Quietly.

Every time you flinched—he noticed. Every time you suppressed a reaction—he noticed. Every time you acted a little too unaffected by something painful—he noticed.

And most importantly? He noticed the way you always made sure other people were around.

Because when people were watching, nothing could happen to you.

It was instinctual, the way you hovered just close enough to the others, safety in numbers, an unspoken barrier. But Ranpo was smarter than you. He was smarter than everyone.

And the moment he realized you were avoiding being alone with him?

That’s when he decided it was time to change the rules.

"You should stay late today."

He said it so casually. A lazy request, stretched out in a bored drawl, as if it were nothing important.

"You don’t mind, right? Just a little longer~? I could use the extra help with this case."

It was nonsense. Ranpo never needed help. And everyone in the ADA knew it.

You hesitated. But what could you say? No? That would be suspicious.

So you smiled, pretended it was fine. "Sure."

And with that, the office emptied out.

One by one, the others left. Atsushi, Yosano, Kunikida—all of them disappearing through the doors, their voices fading into the night. The agency lights dimmed, the usual buzz of conversation died, and soon...

It was just you and him.

Ranpo didn’t immediately pounce on his curiosity.

At first, he actually pretended to work—lounging back in his chair, half-heartedly flipping through files, occasionally tossing you some meaningless task just to keep you still.

Then, when he was sure the moment was right, he spoke.

"So… you don’t feel pain, huh?"

You froze.

It was so, so small. A brief pause in your breathing, a millisecond of tension in your fingers—but Ranpo saw it.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ohhh, don’t play dumb~." He propped his chin on one hand, watching you squirm. "I noticed, you know. You’re real good at hiding it, but I’m better at noticing things."

"I really don’t know what you mean."

Ranpo sighed dramatically, stretching his arms over his head. "Well, if you won’t admit it… should I prove it?"

Before you could react, he suddenly reached forward—

And flicked you hard on the forehead.

It wasn’t much. A childish, meaningless flick—something Atsushi would have yelped at, something Kunikida would have scolded him for. But you?

You didn’t move. Didn’t swat his hand away. Didn’t blink. Didn’t react at all.

"See? That’s what I’m talking about."

He leaned forward, too close now, too knowing. His elbows rested on his knees, posture casual, but his eyes—those sharp, all-seeing eyes—were locked entirely on you.

"That didn’t hurt, did it?"

"Don’t even try to deny~."

The office felt smaller than before. The empty desks, the dim lighting, the utter silence surrounding you both. Your heartbeat, the shift of your breath, the scrape of Ranpo’s chair as he leaned just a little closer—

It was suffocating.

"You’re really good at faking normal," he mused, tapping his chin.

His smile stretched, playful and lazy, but something dangerous lurked beneath it.

"But see, I’m kinda a genius? So stuff like that doesn’t really work on me."

He reached for his candy jar, popping one into his mouth as if this were just another conversation. As if he weren’t pinning you in place with nothing but words.

"So let’s play a game, okay?" he said cheerfully, unwrapping another candy—a deliberate pause, a build-up, forcing you to wait. "You tell me what’s up with you, and I won’t have to figure it out myself."

The candy clicked against his teeth. His smile didn’t fade.

"I mean, I’ll figure it out either way~."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Ranpo hummed. "Liar."

Another flick—this time, to your wrist. A harmless little tap, one that shouldn’t even be worth reacting to. But the expectation behind it? The way Ranpo was watching, waiting, calculating?

It made something twist inside your stomach.

"It’s weird, y'know?" he continued. "Most people have all sorts of little tells when they feel pain. They wince, they pull away, they rub at the sore spot, even just instinctively."

He tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit.

"But you? Nothing."

"Ohhhh~." His tone lifted into something mockingly amused. "Wait. That’s not it, is it?"

Your fingers curled—Ranpo saw.

"You don’t ignore pain, you like it."

"What I don’t get," he mused, tapping a finger against his temple, "is why you try so hard to pretend otherwise."

He moved. A slow shift, resting his chin in his palm, his elbow propped against the armrest—lazy, relaxed, but watching you like a cat with a cornered mouse.

"What’s the point?"

You swallowed.

"I don’t—"

"Nuh-uh." He cut you off, "No more lying~."

Then, Ranpo sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine. If you won’t say it, I’ll just have to test it myself."

And before you could process what he meant—

His fingers suddenly tightened around your wrist.

A simple touch, his thumb pressed lightly against your pulse, fingers wrapped loosely around your wrist.

But the implication was what made something cold coil down your spine.

Because Ranpo didn’t touch people.

Not unless he was stealing snacks or draping himself over Fukuzawa like a spoiled housecat. But this?

This was deliberate.

Ranpo hummed. "Ah, see? I can feel your pulse picking up~."

"That means you’re nervous," he went on, "But not scared. Which means—"

He squeezed.

Ranpo studied you for another long, agonizing moment before suddenly—letting go.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms with a yawn. "Welp~! That’s all I needed to know."

Ranpo smiled.

"You’re really bad at hiding things, y'know? But that’s okay!" His tone was cheerful. "I don’t mind playing with you a little."

Ranpo reached for another candy, lazily unwrapping it with one hand. He didn’t look at you, but you could feel the weight of his attention.

"Just so you know~," he drawled, popping the sweet into his mouth. "I’m not letting this go."

"And the fun part? You can’t stop me."

That much was clear.

Ranpo knew your secret.

----

Wherever you went, cases followed.

Murders, disappearances, odd incidents—the kind of things that required his presence, much to his displeasure.

Ranpo had noticed the pattern early on.

It wasn’t just coincidence. It wasn’t just bad luck.

You were like a grim reaper in disguise.

And for the first time in a while—Ranpo wasn’t bored.

"You attract the fun kind of trouble."

"Tsk, tsk~." Ranpo clicked his tongue, rocking back on his heels. "You really know how to keep me busy, huh?"

Another crime scene. Another case that wasn’t even worth his full brain power.

Blood soaked the alley floor. The body was still warm. And yet, Ranpo barely spared it a glance, instead letting his sharp green eyes drift to you.

You were used to this.

"You know, I almost feel bad," Ranpo continued, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Wherever you go, someone dies. How tragic~."

You sighed. "I don’t cause it."

"Mmm, debatable."

Ranpo grinned, but there was something sharper behind it.

"You're always at the scene. Always nearby. Even when it doesn’t make sense for you to be."

A slow step forward.

"Almost like you enjoy it."

He got bored so easily. That was the problem.

Most cases weren’t worth his time. Most people were predictable.

But you? You were different.

Ranpo licked his lips, thoughtful. "Ne, ne~. Do you think the killers know?"

"Know what?"

"That they should be more scared of you than me."

There it was. That little, tiny slip of hesitation.

Ranpo grinned.

"Don’t worry, I won’t tell."

For the first time in ages, solving cases wasn’t boring.

Because you were there. Because you reacted in all the wrong ways.

Because you weren’t normal, and Ranpo loved breaking things open just to see what spilled out.

"I think I’ll stick close to you~" he hummed, nudging your shoulder as the sirens wailed behind you both.

"After all—" he turned, smiling like a child with a new toy.

"—I wouldn’t wanna miss the show."

It was getting ridiculous at this point.

The Agency had been busier than ever since you joined.

Accidents. Murders. High-profile cases that should’ve been one-in-a-million coincidences—yet somehow, wherever you went, another incident cropped up.

Fukuzawa hadn’t said anything outright, but you knew he’d noticed. Kunikida was constantly scribbling in his notebook, muttering about “statistical anomalies.” Even Dazai had joked about how you were the unluckiest (or maybe luckiest) person they’d ever hired.

And Ranpo?

Ranpo just grinned like he already knew the answer.

"Maybe you’re cursed."

You had shrugged. "Maybe."

Ranpo hummed, popping a piece of candy into his mouth. "If you are, I kinda like it."

And that had been the end of that.

"Tch—! Atsushi, focus!"

You barely ducked in time as the enemy’s blade sliced through the air.

This case was supposed to be hard. A brutal serial killer—one with connections to the Port Mafia, one who had managed to evade capture far longer than expected.

Which was why Atsushi had been sent with you.

"I got him!" Atsushi growled, dodging a strike before slamming his claws into the enemy’s ribs—only for the bastard to twist away at the last second.

A few feet behind you, Ranpo yawned loudly. "Ahhh~. You guys are taking too long."

"Then help—!" Atsushi snapped, but Ranpo waved him off.

"Nah, I already solved it."

"…What?"

Ranpo grinned. "Yup! Figured it out ages ago. He’s got an old knife wound in his left side, see? From a previous fight. That’s why he keeps avoiding right-handed attacks—his muscles are weaker there."

Atsushi stared.

"Then—then why didn’t you say anything sooner?!"

"Because you were having fun~," Ranpo said simply, stretching his arms over his head. "And it’s not like I was ever in danger."

The second Ranpo spoke those words—the moment he revealed that he was the one who had figured everything out—The killer moved.

He must’ve known the Agency would catch him eventually. He must’ve known this was the end.

So if he couldn’t escape…

He would at least take one of you with him.

And he knew exactly who to target.

Ranpo—the brains of the Agency.

The knife swung for him.

And you—because you were you—reacted immediately.

Atsushi shouted. Ranpo’s eyes widened.

But neither of them moved fast enough.

Because you were already there.

You stepped into the blade.

Pain blossomed.

A sharp, beautiful thing.

The knife sank deep, slicing across your side, the force of the attack knocking the breath from your lungs. Blood soaked through your clothes, warm and spreading, but the moment the blade left your skin—

Your lips curled into a smile. That was amazing.

"Oi—!!"

Ranpo’s voice was sharper than you’d ever heard it.

He caught you just as your knees buckled. His usual lazy demeanor had vanished—replaced by something much, much darker.

"What the hell was that?" he hissed.

You swallowed, heart pounding. "Keeping you alive."

"That wasn’t your job."

"Well, it is now."

Ranpo’s expression shifted.

Something visibly snapped behind his green eyes.

Atsushi roared—his tiger form tearing into the culprit, rage and panic fueling his attack. The sound of metal hitting the floor, the sickening crunch of bones breaking—none of it mattered.

"You shouldn’t be able to smile like that."

His fingers dug into your wrist.

"You’re bleeding."

The moment you collapsed into him. The moment he realized you had taken a wound that was meant for him.

The game had shifted.

Ranpo wasn’t bored anymore.

"I don’t like that." His voice was light, but his grip on you was too firm. "I don’t like that at all."

And then—Ranpo smiled.

A slow, terrifyingly amused thing.

"Guess I’ll just have to keep a better eye on you, huh?"

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The first thing you noticed was the lack of pain.

You should’ve felt sore, at the very least. That knife wound had dug deep, and yet— When you shifted, there was nothing. No sting, no ache—just the softness of a futon and the unmistakable presence of another person.

Ranpo.

Sitting cross-legged beside you, sucking lazily on a lollipop.

He was watching.

"Ohhh~." His voice was mockingly sweet. "Look who’s awake~."

You sat up slowly, glancing around. Yosano’s doing. You had been expecting that.

"Completely healed" he said, stretching. "Ain’t that nice? If it were anyone else, they’d probably still be out cold for another day or two. But since it’s you~"—he wiggled his fingers—"poof! Good as new."

You stared.

Then, cautiously, side-eyed him.

Ranpo giggled.

"What? You don’t trust me?" He pulled his lollipop from his mouth with a dramatic pout. "That hurts, y'know~."

You didn’t respond.

Ranpo hummed, twirling the candy between his fingers before suddenly holding it out to you.

"Here. Wanna taste?"

You glanced between him and the half-melted candy.

Slowly, narrowing your eyes.

Ranpo’s lips twitched.

"Haaah~. So rude." He rolled his eyes, stuffing the lollipop back into his own mouth before reaching into his pocket.

Crinkle.

A fresh one.

He unwrapped it for you, flashing you a mockingly indulgent smile as he held it up—

And just as your fingers brushed against it—

Ranpo leaned in.

And licked it.

Smirking as he pressed it right against your lips.

"Here~" he purred. "Open up."

"C’mon," he teased, voice dripping with amusement. "You’re not gonna waste it, are you?"

You could still see the way his tongue had just been on it.

The heat of his breath, the lazy grin, the unmistakable enjoyment dancing in his green eyes—

This was a game.

And he was waiting to see if you’d play along.

You didn’t play along.

Ranpo pouted dramatically.

"Maaaan" he sighed, tilting his head. "You’re no fun."

The lollipop hovered at your lips. Sticky. Sweet. Still carrying the warmth of his mouth.

You stared.

It was a battle of patience now.

Ranpo watched, waiting for you to crack.

You waited for him to get bored.

"Fine, be that way~."

You almost sighed in relief

Until his teeth sunk into your finger.

Not hard. But enough. Sharp canines pressing down—just the right amount of pressure— Your lips parted, a sharp inhale slipping through before you could stop it.

And in that moment of weakness—

Ranpo took his win.

With an obnoxiously pleased hum, he pushed the lollipop past your lips.

"See?" he cooed, leaning back with a mockingly triumphant smile. "That wasn’t so hard, now was it?"

You glared at him over the candy.

Ranpo just giggled.

He had won.

This time.

saw one tiktok of someone just looking at his partner and crying it was so gojo coded

you're minding your own business on the couch, playing a game on your phone with blankets covering you up. you're comfortable and minding your own business until you hear a small sniffle.

you think nothing of it leaving it to your imagination until you hear another sniffle followed by another and it becomes a pattern until you can't ignore it any longer.

you look up, tearing your eyes away from your phone to see your boyfriend satoru staring at you with tears in his eyes. you sit up suddenly because it was so unexpected and abrupt to find your boyfriend crying.

'toru..what's wrong?'

his face crumples, more tears falling on his cheek. you panic, dropping your phone to make your way over to him.

'baby what's wrong?'

toru hiccups as you attempt to wipe his overflowing tears. he stammers, struggling to get out the words but you wait patiently for him to speak.

'you-you're-you're just too cute!' he sobs, falling on your shoulder. 'what if something happens to you and i'm not there?'

'toru what?'

'you're just so cute playing on your phone, I just want to protect you forever and keep you bundled up in the blankets forever.'

it takes all of your might to stifle your laugh and put in effort to console your poor boyfriend. 'toru i'm right here and nothing will happen to me.'

'you don't know that' he muffles into your shoulder.

'well...you can be there to protect me with your six eyes and what not, right?' you reassure, rubbing his back.

he hums a little taking a shaky breath before speaking, 'yeah. I can do that'

NERDJO who first notices you when you add to his ideas and explanation on electromagnetism and it’s applications on actuators

NERDJO that has a tight knit friend group but wants to talk to you but feels too shy

NERDJO in which he got laughed at by his friends at night because he was so flustered after ranting to you about Digimon after you asked him if he had any special interests

NERDJO who is always so quick and witty to answer questions or make snarky remarks in class but turns into a mess trying to talk to you outside of school

NERDJO that gets set up by Shoko and Geto by inviting you to Gojo’s dorm only to not be there, leaving the both of you alone under the guise they both had errands to run

NERDJO learns that day your interest in Pokémon so you both sit and rant to each other about your favorite characters before realizing you need to study

NERDJO becomes giddy when you end up sleeping over because of how late it was

NERDJO who’s friends tell him that he sees you more than just a friend from physics class

NERDJO that begins writing nerdy jokes about physics in your notebook column as a way to show his interest in you

NERDJO who you find very endearing and dorky, especially the little notes and doodles he leaves in your notebook

NERDJO who you notice rambles a lot about quantum physics and Digimon all while pointing at his computer screen and squinting

NERDJO who you have now learned to harbor feelings for and vice versa

I LOVE NERDJOKDJFSKH i love consuming every media made of him, edits, fanart, fanfics YOU NAME IT. need nerdjo in my system and I think Ik exactly what im going to be writing soon!!

ANYONE BUT YOU

synopsis: there are certain things that katsuki wouldn't allow for anyone but you.

warning(s): underage (highschool) drinking, switched between first and second pov in the third segment sorry, not well-proofread

a/n: wrote this for unofficialbf!katsuki again like duh!

"FUCKING DUNCE FACE! HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING STUPID?!" bakugo screamed, smoke literally flowing from his head as he hit kaminari's head repeatedly with a ruler.

"hey, man, if you keep doing that, it'll make him even stupider!" kirishima protested on kaminari's behalf, who already looked like he was seeing the light from above.

"like i care! he needs to learn a lesson! or anything, for that matter! we were taught this shit back in middle school!" bakugo hissed, crossing his arms and collapsing back on his seat.

"wait, but bakugo, i also kind of need some help with that.." mina said, trailing off when bakugo sent her a withering death glare. "actually, maybe i'll go ask yaomomo."

he huffed. "how are people this fucking stupid? like seriously, it's not that fucking hard."

"..katsuki? i need help with this question." you said, showing him your paper.

"tch. we learned this in middle school, you know." he said gruffly, giving your forehead a very gentle flick.

"i know, but i forgot. will you help? please?" you pleaded.

he sighed. "fine, c'mere. so for this step.."

as he taught you the material in a (GASP) normal tone of voice, kirishima and kaminari whispered off to the side.

"seriously?! that's the same question i didn't get." kaminari whined.

"i know! he's always so nice to her! it's crazy!"

"if he was half as nice to us as he is to her, i'd have at least a C!"

"i know, right? man, i want that special treatment, too!"

-

"..you fucking idiots."

tsu had called bakugo and deku to mina's room where they were having a girl's night. mina had managed to sneak some vodka in, so they were all having fun getting drunk and talking. however, by the end of the night, you, mina, and ochaco were wasted. luckily, mina would be ok, seeing as she was already in her room, but tsu had decided to ship off you and ochaco to katsuki and deku, as she was drunk herself and didn't feel like she could take proper care of the both of you.

"all of you are already fucking idiots. alcohol kills off your brain cells! you tryna get even dumber or something, huh?!" katsuki grumbled.

"kacchan! it's fine, really. come on, uraraka, let's go." deku scolded before helping ochaco out the door and back to her room.

"don't.. hic! be a buzzkill, bakugo. girls just wanna have fun!" mina slurred. katsuki could feel his eyebrows furrowing more and more as his irritation grew. he swore he was one more drunken idiot statement away from walking away right then and there.

sure enough, though, another drunken idiot statement quickly followed.

"katsuki! you're here! ..when did you get here?" you asked, clearly not in your right mind.

katsuki ran a hand through his hair. "i've been here, idiot. for the past 5 fuckin' minutes."

you scrambled off of mina's bed where you were sitting and made your way to him, albeit with many more steps needed to get there from all of the stumbling you were doing. you jumped onto him as best you could, and he easily caught you. despite his grumbles, there was an undeniable softness in his eyes.

"missed you, kats.." you mumbled, nuzzling in to his neck. he tensed a bit under your touch, but still adjusted you so you could cling onto him more comfortably.

"yeah, yeah. let's go." he muttered, quickly turning and leaving, trying to keep from snapping as you giggled and waved goodbye, wriggling in his grasp.

as he walked down the hall with you securely in his arms, katsuki listened to all your drunk rambling with never-before-seen patience.

"'nd then ochaco finally admitted to liking midoriya! i mean, we all knew, but it was so crazy that she finally admitted it!"

"did you know that kirishima's natural hair is black? mina told us! 'pparently there was some incident with a villain that totally changed him, so he dyed his hair red! isn't that crazy?! what if one day he can't dye it anymore because his hair is so damaged? his name is red riot!"

"if two people who have mind-reading quirks read each other's minds at the same time, whose mind would they be reading?"

amazingly, katsuki didn't snap at you at all amidst your rambles. he listened to your drunk babbling with incredible silence, simply dutifully carrying you down to your dorm.

at some point, the rambles stopped, and katsuki heard you.. sniffling? were you crying? he immediately stopped and lowered you in his arms to see your face, and sure enough, there were fat tears rolling down your puffed-up cheeks.

"y/n, what? you cryin'? why?" he asked gently, though panic evident in his voice. ever since childhood, one of his least favorite things was when you cried.

"kats," you sniffled, "'m i annoying? d'you not liking being with me?"

katsuki's eyes widened. he knew you were just extra emotional from the alcohol, but he still never wanted you to think that.

"hey, look at me." he said softly. "i'd never spend time with ya if i didn't wanna, so never think that."

your face brightened comedically fast, and you were quick to squeeze him tight, giggling. "awee, you're so cute! 'nd sweet!"

katsuki rolled his eyes, but his eyes softened at the sound of your giggles. he'd never admit it, but it was his favorite sound in the world.

"come on, loser. let's get you to bed."

-

"TOUCH ME AND FUCKING DIE!" were words that had been roared by katsuki to just about everyone that had ever come within a four-meter radius of the boy. whether it was an arm slung over his shoulder in celebration, a high five, a pat on the back, or even someone trying to help him up or tend to his wounds, katsuki was very clear that the only reason someone should ever, ever, ever come into contact with him was to get blasted by his explosions and die at his hands.

so, the reactions of the red and yellow-haired (ba ba ba BA ba i'm lovin' it) boys at the sight in front of them was pretty justified.

"no way," kirishima whispered, a hand over both his and denki's mouths. "this cannot be real."

before them, they saw a peacefully asleep y/n on top of bakugo. on top. of bakugo. the bakugo. the "i don't care that my life is in danger and i need treatment! don't fuckin' touch me!" bakugo.

and that bakugo was.. playing with her hair? and rubbing a hand up and down her back? underneath her shirt? and upon closer inspection, wait.. is she wearing his shirt?!

the two watched silently as you began to stir awake, eyes fluttering open. you were greeted by katsuki's looking down at you, a certain fondness in his eyes. you mumbled a hi with a sleepy smile, to which he grinned (like a real, genuine smile not a demonic feral chihuahua smirk) at and ruffled your hair gently.

"mornin', dumbass. you sleep well?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

"mhm!" you beamed before returning your head to its rightful place on katsuki's chest. you nuzzled into him happily, mumbling a sleepy "so warm.."

his cheeks tinted pink and he scoffed, but he still wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. he gave your head a quick, gentle peck and pulled out his phone to scroll for a bit, his grip never once loosening as he massaged your scalp and nape.

you melted at his touch, an blissful expression on your face. "such a sweetie pie!" you giggled sleepily.

he rolled his eyes and gave your neck a quick scribble, his eyes dilating at the sound of your increased laughter. "i gotta stop spoilin' ya.." he grumbled, though there wasn't even a hint of maliciousness in his voice, his lips quirked up slightly.

you giggled again. "love you, kats!"

"..love you too, loser."

(kirishima and kaminari, who were still watching on the side could do nothing but sit there in stunned silence. they contemplated if maybe you'd done something amazing to curry his favor that they, too, could do, but they both arrived at the same conclusion: no matter what favors they could do or feats they could accomplish, there are simply certain things that the explosive boy would die before allowing for anyone but you.)

masterlist

Thoughts of knight! Megumi are hitting me hard.

From the age of ten, knight! Megumi grows up glued to your side. As the princess, your Father insisted upon someone guarding you at all times. He’s not a real knight as a child, but he’s training to become one! Megumi takes it seriously, mimicking everything Gojo, his mentor, does. He wouldn’t if it meant protecting anyone besides you.

Knight! Megumi is your best friend. It’s a secret of course, that you share inside jokes with him. That you whisper silly commentary about the stuck up citizens at the yearly ball thrown in your honor to him as he stands guard. Megumi has to hide his laughter with a cough or slam the metal face plate shut so he’s not caught slacking.

Knight! Megumi chases off all the sketchy suitors who wish for your hand in marriage. He knows you hate not being in charge of your own destiny, so if he can delay the inevitable even by a second, he will.

Knight! Megumi is the first boy you fall in love with. The only boy you fall in love with. He’s strong and loyal and pretty, and he scares away all the icky men. He’d strike down anyone for you if you’d only ask.

Knight! Megumi can’t say no when you plead with him to sneak into your bedroom in the dead of night. He’s wrapped around your finger, even more so when your pussy’s wrapped around his cock. When he shoves your knees to your chest he covers your mouth with his hand, or slips two fingers past your lips, presses on your tongue, and whispers “hush, princess.” The other guards can’t be allowed to catch on that Megumi’s fucking the princess, right? Surely the King would have his head.

Knight! Megumi knows that climbing into your bed every night contradicts just about every rule he’d been taught. He gives no fucks. He’ll never let another man lay hands on his princess. Megumi looks the King in the eyes and lies straight to his face, swearing on his life to protect your “virtue.” As if he hadn’t had his face in between your legs an hour ago.

Gojo’d be proud he’s sticking the middle finger to the man.

master list

࿐ Nerdjo who subconsciously draws little sketches of you through out his notes and assignments. Frowning at his little creations along his paper when turning it in. (“Ah- uhm wait I forgot to erase something.”)

He never erases the pretty ones.

Nerdjo who calls out your friends as they’re talking behind your back. (“If she’s dumb she’d still be hanging out with you.”)

Nerdjo who sighs when you stick your hand in his snack bag, giggling when you expect him to scold you.

He pushes the bag closer to you.

Nerdjo moping as he finally washes the fabric you’ve left your scent on.

Nerdjo whose eyes widen when you correct an answer on his paper, unsure how to respond to the flush reaching his cheeks as he pushes his glasses up.

Nerdjo who leans over during free period, watching you use social apps he’s never heard of. (“what’s..a tumblr?”)

He was even more intrigued when you hid your phone screen but he brushed it off.

Nerdjo who’s heart flutters as he hears you slip a DnD reference to your friends, silently giggling at the joke your friends raised eyebrows to.

Nerdjo who’s unfazed as ever as you hand him your phone to show him the pigtails and kawaii hairclips you’ve ruined his ghostly hair with.

“Hate em.”

(He wore them the rest of the day.)

Nerdjo who chokes up when his neighbor, Megumi shows up asking who’s the girl taking up their Pokémon trading time. (“since when did girls like you?”)

Nerdjo letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, as he stood behind you, helping you put on a necklace you definitely could’ve put on yourself.

Immediately turning his head to anything else in the room as you ask him if it looks good, the amulet sitting right inbetween your cleavage. (“Yeah- yea.”) (“you didn’t even look.”)

Part one || Part two || Part three

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Bsd requests open? Say no more!

What about bedtime headcanons for Chuuya xPortMafia!reader? With their hours it must be crazy but I often wonder what their wind down routine is! -✨

CHUUYA X PORTMAFIA!READER ♡₊˚・₊✧

since both of you work at the Port Mafia you don't have much time to spend together. between your missions, the days Chuuya has to stay out city and the paperwork you barely have fre time.

when Chuuya is on long missions and he has to leave for several days he makes sure to keep contact -both because he misses you and to let you know he's fine.

he doesn't like texting via messages so he would probably send you love letters written in a messy handwriting (he tries to make it look nice anyway) or call you to hear your sweet voice again.

when you two finally manage to be together he instantly takes you out at fancy restaurants or theater to dress nice and look cool with you.

when both of you are home he insists to cook.

you have a large bed with lots of cushions and he loves cuddling there.

I think he'd love to be hugged with his head on your shoulder or chest and just relax feeling your fingers running though his hair.

he's the little spoon but he prefers sleeping on his back and having you on top of him or just your head on his chest.

⋆˚࿔ WIND DOWN ROUTINE 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

night? say no more! it's drinking time! I mean, really, he has the best wines ever and he has no doubt he wants to drink them with you. he'll just sit there, on the sofa or an armchair, holding a glass of wine and telling you to sit with him and enjoy your time (he does it more oftenly on the armchair because there's not enough space and you have to sit on his lap).

he loves when you just start kissing him and cuddling with him.

he loves to put music on and dance with you. his favorite options are tango and waltzer but he'll do as you wish.

when you're in bed you usually cuddle until you fall asleep,