I Need More Of Him

Heyyy!! I absolutely love ur game and have been fixated on it for so long 😭 I cant wait for the full release!!

Anyways how would the LI’s react if u kissed them in the middle of their sentence! Thank you in advance!

If this was your first kiss with them...

Alexei - Frozen in fear surprise. Can't even string together a sentence after

Brooklyn - Tries to keep it together, but he's flustered. "Well, then...I...that was... Yes."

Leo - Malfunctions for a moment, and then goes in for a second kiss

Milo - "...What was that for?"

Rory - The reddest you've seen him. Acts all offended you kissed him, but it's only because he's flustered

Tobias - Momentarily surprised, but he's going to keep the kiss going

Thank youuuuu, glad you like it! 💗

since when have we been so different?

List of Vocal Sounds for Smut

I present to you a - probably quite incomplete, I’m sure I’m missing a lot of speech sounds - reference list and a bit of a guideline for the different ways one can describe the sounds your characters make whilst writing smut. I’ll definitely be referring to it, because I sometimes get stuck on exactly how to describe a particular noise. (aka, “he can’t groan again, he just groaned last paragraph”)

Sounds (noun, both independently and describing speech): breath/breathe, gasp, moan, groan, pant, whimper, whine, shout, yelp, hiss, grunt, cry, scream, shriek, sob, growl, curse, sound, sigh, hum, noise, squeak, snarl, howl, roar, mewl, wail, choke, keen, purr

Sounds (noun, describing speech): rasp, husk, drawl, plea, murmur, whisper, beg

Descriptors (adjective): loud, hushed, quiet, low, high, high-pitched, little, tiny, soft, deep, unrestrained, restrained, strained, breathy, rough, sudden, short, drawn-out, sharp, harsh, hard, thick, smooth, thin, heavy, impassioned, insistent, hungry, passionate, repeated, filthy, debauched, sweet, slow, deliberate, guttural, languid, surprised, husky, distracted, happy, pleased, satisfied, wordless, cut-off, bitten-off, contented, hoarse, extended, long, depraved, aching, choked, strangled, broken, helpless, shuddering, shaky, trembling, urgent, needy, desperate, wanton, shattered, pained, eager

Combine a descriptor and a sound for best effect - for example, “needy moan,” “pleased hum,” or “sudden scream.” You can even use two: “low, rough grunt,” “sweet little cry,” “desperate, filthy noise,” as long as you don’t repeat a word that means the same thing, unless you really want to emphasize it. Avoiding repetition is pretty key here. You don’t usually want to say “hushed, quiet gasp” except on rare occasions when it’s very important how soft the sound was.

Use your own common sense, as well; some sounds and descriptors don’t generally work well together. “Deliberate shriek” probably wouldn’t work well, and neither would “languid grunt,” but again, this is all very situational - play around! Have fun.

Feel free to add to my lists, use for your reference or pass them around. It would be fun to see a randomized generator made, too, I’m just too lazy to do it myself. ;)

Sleepy blorbos

Yandere Sleep Paralysis Demon Visits You Nightly

[Yandere! Sleep Paralysis Demon x GN Reader]

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You tried so hard to stay awake for as long as you could.

You even tried to look up ways to stay up online, doing tricks such as downing caffeine, jogging late at night, and even refusing to sit anywhere near your bed.

Unfortunately, you're only human and eventually you could feel the sleepiness taking over your body.

Hopefully he won't show tonight...

💤

It's dark out and the only noise that you can pick up is the slight scratching of the tree against the glass on your bedroom window. Your line out sight is directed towards the far corner of your bedroom, which is shrouded in black shadows.

But you can't move.

You can't speak.

You're trapped.

Helpless.

A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead, and your heart begins to race in your chest as you wait for it...

"Hey, Darling," a deep, gravelly voice echoes out in your small bedroom.

The black shadow in the corner of the room darkens, seemingly drawing in the rest of the shadows in the bedroom-- a pair of eerie red eyes appear.

They laser focus on you.

"Darling, I missed you," the voice says again. "I missed you so, so much." An angry growl emanates from the dark corner of the room. "Why? Why are you trying to avoid me?"

The wooden floorboards creak as he approaches the bed. Slowly, you can start to make out a tall, intimidating figure emerging from the shadows. The sleep paralysis demon who's visited you every night for the past few months stalks closer and closer to the bed.

He's angry, you fear. His red eyes are narrowed in your direction, and as he draws nearer, his large mouth is forming a snarl. It shows off the rows of dagger-sharp teeth that could easily slice your flesh if you ever piss him off.

Had you been able to move, you would've shivered at the sight of the terrifying demon.

The demon paused and frowned when he sensed your fear.

"Oh, Darling," he almost pouted, "don't be scared. Daddy won't hurt you."

He moves out of sight, but then you can feel the mattress starting to shift underneath his added weight. His body radiates an intense heat as it crawls over you. He snakes his strong arms around you and holds you closer to him.

"I'm just a little upset that my darling isn't getting enough sleep," the demon huffs, his hot breath wafting over your cheek as he speaks. His lips are pressed against you, and you can feel his facial muscles flex with every word he mutters.

Helpless, you're completely powerless as he cuddles you. He runs admiring fingers through your hair and shoves his nose into the crook of your neck, moaning loudly as he inhales your delicious scent.

"It's the only time we can see each other," he continues. "And I really missed you when you weren't sleeping. Didn't you miss me? Even a little bit?"

Of course you would've refused had you been able to answer.

"Of course you did," the demon smiles. "My darling missed me a lot. I just know it... maybe, just maybe I won't let you wake up. Then we can be together forever."

Your heart speeds up.

"Would you like that, Darling?"

You close your eyes as you try to drift off, desperate to get away from this love obsessed demon.

"I would love that very much. I love you very much, Darling. And I hate that we can't be together during the day."

He tightens his grip on you.

"Which is why it's important for you to get your sleep. If you keep trying to stay up all night, then you'll leave me no choice but to never let you wake up."

The thought is terrifying-- being trapped in your sleep paralysis with this demon cuddling up to you constantly. And all the while, you'd be helpless to do anything at all.

"I love you so much, Darling," the demon coos as he presses a kiss onto your cheek. "Sweet dreams, my love."

Sweet Girl~

Mentor Nanami x Fem Student Reader (early-mid 20s)

Warnings: descriptions of hand jobs, blow jobs, saliva...lots of drool, ball fondling, gagging, deep throating, Nanami walking you through it, Nanami throat fucking you, gagging, did I mention drooling? Pet names, dirty talk, praising, being aroused, getting impaled on a fat cock, creampies, breast sucking, its a lot of filth

Synopsis: Nanami is your mentor and you've finally convinced him to let you pleasure him. This is pure smut with literally NO plot

WORD COUNT: 4856

You stared at it with an apprehensive look, your thighs squeezing together as you sat on your folded legs. You weren’t sure how you would even go about getting your mouth around him, nevermind deep throating him like you desired to. “Nanamin…” you breathed out, pupils dilated as you roamed over the length of his cock. “Hmm?” the blonde hummed softly, reclined in his armchair as you knelt before him. “You…it’s so…”

You swallowed, unable to tear your eyes away from his weeping cock. “Big?” the sorcerer conducted for you, a smugness to his tone, one you didn’t expect. “...and thick.” you added in a near guttural tone, aching to trace every vein with your tongue. “You don’t have to take me in one go, sweet girl.” He murmured softly, trying not to show how much he was getting off on the hypnotic trance his cock had seemed to put you in. 

“But…” you breathed out, watching a pretty bead of precum leak from his bulbous tip before sliding down his tanned length. “...But nothing, I don’t want you hurting yourself trying to please me.” Nanami’s hand came to grab your chin, gently pulling your gaze away from his cock so you could properly meet his eyes. You hadn’t even touched him yet, but you looked utterly fucked out. “Nanamin…” You used the name again, not missing the way his cock twitched in response. 

“Show me how you like it… please… use my hand.” You pleaded with him, placing your hand on his bare thigh to encourage his decision. “Alright, sweet girl. I’ll show you how I like it.” He practically purred, the tone so sultry and almost felt foreign coming from his lips. Nanami grabbed your wrist carefully, wrapping your fingers around the shaft of his cock. He huffed out a bemused laugh when your fingers couldn’t wrap around him fully. 

“Your hand is much smaller than mine, sweet girl.” There was a strain to his voice now, as if he too had fallen under the hypnotic daze you were in. “It’s okay… Nanamin just show me how to please you… I want to make you feel good.” Your lips were parted, still slick and slightly swollen from the intensity of the kisses he had given you only a few minutes prior. “Okay, okay, I will. So eager…” he cooed, warm hand still covering your own around his cock. 

“Like this…” he added softly, guiding your fist up and down his length. “I like pressure…” he added with a small hum, squeezing his hand around yours to create enough pressure that his head nearly fell back. “Not too fast, but not to show.” the drag of your soft fingers along his cock had his throat constricting, your hand was a world of a difference when in comparison to his. It was smaller, it was softer, warmer, just a little gentler, and fuck did it glide perfectly. 

“I like to play with the tip…” he mumbled, watching your lips part further when you mewled for him. He guided your fingers around the dull head of his cock, he let go for a moment to give you free reign. You took the initiative to massage the head gently, running your thumb along his slit and collecting the shiny precum that spilled from it. You enjoyed the groan that seemed to vibrate Nanami’s chest as you did so, more precum spilling from the tip as you toyed with him.

You let your mind wander, imagining Nanami after a long day of work stripping down to nothing and playing with his cock until he blew his load all over his fist and stomach. “Nanamin…” you breathed out, mind going even further. Maybe he humped his pillow, or maybe he even had some sex toys he used… the thoughts were driving you wild, encouraging you to be a little more bold with your exploration of his cock. “What is it, sweet girl?” he questioned you softly. 

“How else have you gotten off?” You questioned softly, fighting off the urge to reach forward and lick along the column of his shaft. It was just as girthy as it was long, surely your jaw would kill after. That was, if you managed to get him in your mouth to begin with. “Oh? What an interesting question.” He groaned as your hand slid down his shaft again with no instruction, turned on by the fact that you were taking it from there. “I want to know how much of a perv my Nanamin is…” 

You used your other hand to gently rest on his other thigh, your fist gliding up and down his heavy length. Your fingers were itching to cup his balls, needing to feel the weight of them on your palm, to feel how full they were. “Are you asking me if I’ve used toys?” He mused, getting a little more comfortable as your hand worked wonders on him. “Mmhmm. I want to know… no I need to know, Nanamin.” You batted your eyelashes at him, shameless in your pursuit to gain the knowledge you desired, cunt clenching around nothing at all. 

You inhaled at the realization that the tantalizing cock before you had somewhere else it would need to fit. “You’re unrelenting…” the blonde groaned out as your hand slid back down his shaft. “No, I’ve never bought a pocket pussy if that’s what you’re asking me, sweet girl.” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip at his crude wording, it sent heat straight through your body. “So you’re not all that adventurous, huh?” Your fingers returned to his tip, massaging again as your head slowly moved closer to him. Your intent was still to suck him off.

“Not using proper sex toys makes me unadventurous?” he countered you as his cheeks flushed pink, large hand gripping the armrest of his chair tightly as he watched your head move closer. “Proper? You’re saying you’ve used other things, Nanamin?” You smiled innocently at him before dragging your lips along his bare thigh. “Clever girl.” He praised you, his other hand coming up to cover the lower half of his face as you trailed your tongue along the tensing muscles of his thigh.

He wanted to touch you, fuck did he want to touch you so bad. But watching you move as you pleased, toy with his body as you pleased… he felt it would be wrong to interrupt you. You hummed in acknowledgement, cunt throbbing as you waited for him to explain. “I have a vibrator…” He admitted as his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. You froze, leaving a wet mark on his inner thigh from where you had sucked a hickey. “You’ve used a vibrator?”

Nanami’s hand let go of the armchair, moving to rest on your cheek instead. “Do you think you can take my cock now, sweet girl? If you can, I’ll indulge you and your little perverted fantasies.” Any anxiety you had about trying to fit him in your mouth was gone, completely forgotten at the promise of the typically reserved man telling you about his alone time. You nod, pushing yourself up on your knees to hover over his tip. “Easy, sweet girl, I don’t want you hurting yourself.” 

Nanami’s hand was still on your cheek, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as you licked your lips. “Take it nice and slow, I promise I’ll tell you everything you want to hear.” You nodded, mouth opening to let saliva drip freely. You both watched as your spit fell onto the head of his cock, dribbling over the top and down his shaft. Your hand was still resting on the base of his cock, your saliva meeting where your hand was wrapped. “Good girl, nice and slow.” 

Nanami encouraged you, his voice thick with lust as he watched you work. When you were satisfied with the amount of saliva on him, you began working your fist up and down his length. Nanami watched you jerk him off with a lazy smile, pleased to see that you had grown confident enough to take the lead. “You don’t have to take me all at once, just start with the head.” Nanami’s hand guided you lower, watching your tongue dart out to just barely ghost him. 

Still, it was enough to have him exhaling shakily. “Good girl, kitten licks are perfect.” You felt hot all over at his praise, clinging to every word he spoke. You stopped hesitating after that, tongue moving to flatten against the underside of his cock. You locked eyes, body tingling at the thought of how lewd this must look. Nanami nodded slightly, lips parted and unable to speak as his chest rose and fell rapidly, all due to the soft, wet warmth of your tongue. 

Nanami couldn’t recall the last time someone had gone down on him, and he was glad he didn’t because despite walking you through it, he felt like he was getting this done for the first time all over again. Though, it was probably second nature for him to guide you. You were always so excited to ask him for guidance, so eager to take his advice, full of the desire to please. You broke away first, eyes focusing on the crumbled blue of his dress shirt. 

You moved your head up and down, gliding your tongue along the underside of his shaft until you could work up the courage to try and wrap your lips around his head. Nanami watched you, pupils blown wide as you stopped licking him, lips parted and hovering just above the weeping head of his cock. “Nanamin… you’re so big.” You were prolonging it, not because you were scared, but because you enjoyed the way his abdomen tensed each time you stopped. 

“Thank you, sweet girl…” he murmured softly, biting his tongue and holding back the words he really wanted to speak. He wanted to feel your soft lips wrapping around his tip, your wet tongue on his cock. Fuck he wanted to feel your throat constrict around him. Nanami cleared his throat, cock twitching from his own thoughts. “Bet you’d feel so good…” you murmur again, eyes meeting his as you breath fanned over his wet tip. “Fuck…” Nanami choked out, he needed you. 

“Please… sweet girl please… I need you…” he nearly dissolved into his seat, shocked those words had even left his lips. “You do?” a little lower now, your bottom lip pressing to the head of his cock as you looked at him through your lashes. “I do, so, so bad… I just need to feel your mouth.” Your tongue darted out to lick up his slit, listening to his breathing stutter as you did so. “I’ll try my best to make you proud, Nanamin~” you no longer felt any anxiety about making him fit. 

Your jaw relaxed, lowering your head to wrap your lips around his head. Nanami groaned, deep and unrestrained as your cheeks hollowed. Your body felt electrified at the noises he made, cunt throbbing with need as your thighs pressed together. “G-good, just like that.” He encouraged you, trying to hold on to whatever composure he had left as you eagerly lowered your head more. Your jaw strained a bit, the urge to gag making your throat constrict but you managed to stave it off for the time being. You recovered easily, tongue dancing around  what you could manage. 

You had maybe one fourth of him between your lips, heavy on your tongue and slightly salty. He smelt good too, his natural musk making you whine around him. You wanted to take him all, but you knew you needed to pace yourself if you wanted it to be enjoyable for Nanami. “Good girl, you’re doing so good… bob your head a bit… like this.” You moaned as Nanami’s hands came up to cup your face, gingerly guiding your head up and down his shaft. 

Your jaw slackened completely, eyes watering a bit as Nanami pushed a little more of his length into your mouth each time he dropped your head down. Drool was seeping down your chin, covering the rest of his shaft in your shiny saliva and making Nanami’s brain buzz with possessiveness. You looked so pretty with your mouth shoved full of his cock, eyes watery and lips swollen. “Good girl…so good… so fucking good… relax.” His head nearly fell back as he brought your head further down on him than he had previously. 

You gagged, the noises sending vibrations straight through him. “Sorry… sorry fuck…” he tried to guide your head up but you refused, tears dripping down to his groin as you relaxed your throat and tried to take what was left of him. You were so close to your goal, you needed to feel his entire length down your throat. A strangled noise left Nanami’s lips as your nose brushed his pubic bone, scrunching slightly as blonde hair tickled you. Nanami felt suffocated, utterly transfixed on the fact that his entire cock had disappeared down your throat. 

It made his mind melt, not a single thought passing through his head was coherent. You held yourself in place, taking shaky inhales through your nose as you swallowed around him. It made your stomach lurch, the mild fear of your airway being obstructed made you feel weightless. Reluctantly, you pulled up again, pulling off of his cock all together. You gasped for air, lips swollen and wet with your drool. “S-shi– are you okay?” A sheen of sweat had formed on Nananmi’s brow, his cock still standing proudly, covered in your shiny spit. 

“Yeah…” You whispered, voice mildly hoarse already. “Do you need a break…?” Nanami’s face was flushed, cock weeping precum still. He hadn’t realized how close he was to coming until you stopped. “No…” was all you uttered as you moved to take him again. Nanami couldn't speak, every word dying on his lips as your mouth was back on his cock. “Oh…oh shit…just like that sweet girl… fuck your mouth takes me so well…” You glanced upwards, watching his throat bob as he tilted his head completely back. A low, guttural moan left his lips as you swallowed.

“You’re going to make me cum, sweet girl. Fuck you’re gonna make me cum so hard…” You whined at that, sending more vibrations down his length as your nose brushed his pubic bone again. Feeling bold, your head began to bob at a steady pace, nails raking his thigh while the other hand reached down to cup his balls. The sound he made was nothing short of animalistic, making your cunt clench around nothing at all as you fondled him. 

“Gonna cum… sweet girl… fuck I’m gonna cum…” his jaw was clenched tight, one hand fisting your hair as he guided you up and down his cock. If your mouth wasn’t occupied, you’d be encouraging him to just let go. You were desperate, you needed to feel him cum in your mouth. So, you worked harder, hollowing your cheeks with every pass over his length, pushing your head up further with each go so you were nearly taking him whole over and over. Your fingers were massaging him gingerly, his balls felt hot and heavy in your grasp. 

“Shit…oh fuck… fuck fuck…” Nanami’s tone was hoarse, those words leaving his lips in a steady mantra as you felt him start twitching in your mouth. You tried to encourage him by squeezing a little harder, eyes widening when a higher pitched whine left his lips. You repeated the motion, sinking your mouth all the way down as Nanami came hard down your throat. You swallowed eagerly, taking everything he had to offer you and not pulling away until you felt his body relax back into the seat. Carefully, you pulled off of him, shocked when he wasn’t softening. 

“How was it?” you choked, wiping your mouth and slightly numb lips. Nanami, on the other hand, was still trying to blink the stars from his vision. “Nanamin?” you asked him again, blinking up at him with way too innocent eyes. “Na-na-min?” you teased him, pushing off your sore knees to stand before him now. “Earth to–” but he finally responded this time, hand running down his face before looking up at you with lidded eyes. All it took was a single movement, one finger beckoning you forward. “Sit on it, sweet girl… if you think you can take it.” 

You blinked, lips opening and closing a few times but no words were coming out. “Are you still shy, sweet girl? C’mon, I’ll help you.” Nanami encouraged you, the teasing tone was still wrapped around each word but you could tell he was genuine. You nodded, moving to pull off your underwear, leaving your skirt and top on just to tease him. “Undress for me, sweet girl.” Nanami sighed, one hand pressed to his face as he watched you try and walk towards him. “Why is that, Nanamin?” You froze, hands tucking neatly behind your back as you tilted your head. 

“You’ve seen all of me, sweet girl. It’s only fair that I get to see you…” he cooed, straightening again in the armchair as he waited for you to mount him. “I…” you trailed off, you couldn’t really deny him when he put it that way. “Fine, Nanamin…” but he cut you off with a click of his tongue. “Kento, sweet girl, call me Kento.” You felt your face grow warm, lips parting before quickly closing again. “O-okay, Kento.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot before giving in again “I’ll undress for you, since you asked so sweetly.” You teased with a grin. 

The blonde watched, eyes following your hands as you easily undid your skirt and let it drop to the floor. Fully exposed to him now, you couldn’t help but feel warm all over as he took in the sight of your bare cunt. “Cmere…” he muttered as you moved to undo the buttons of your top. “Leave those for me…” He smiled at you despite the persistent throbbing between his legs. Despite coming once, Kento was still hard and eager to feel you. Only your cunt could offer him the relief he so desperately desired. 

You moved forward again, this time climbing onto his lap and setting your weight against his thighs. You glanced down, his cock still erect and standing proudly between the two of you. “I got you really worked up, didn’t I, Kento?” he nodded, breathing stuttering at the sound of his name leaving your pretty lips. “You know just how to get to me, sweet girl.” You shivered as his hand came up to caress your cheek, the other nimbly began undoing your buttons. “Let me return the favor, you did so good for me, sweet girl.” 

He motioned you towards him, lips meeting yours in a kiss that was far more gentle than any that he had bestowed upon you. Kento sucked your swollen bottom lip between his teeth, biting on it softly as he popped open yet another one of your buttons. Your hips were growing restless, the persistent throb and deep ache in your gut were making you impatient. “Kento…” you groaned, muffled by his lips. He only hummed, working another button open as your cunt just barely brushed his length. “Need you…” muffled again, but he understood. 

Pulling away, Kento smiled at you. “Needy… so adorably needy. I haven’t even prepped you.” but you shook your head, mind cloudy as you uttered the next words. “Just take it slow, I’ll be okay… I need you Kento… can’t possibly wait any longer…” tears shone in your eyes and he knew he was a goner. There was no way he was denying you of what you so clearly needed. “Okay, okay… no need to cry sweet girl, I’ll take care of you… Nanamin will take care of you.” you shivered, hearing the nickname leave his lips made your own mind go blank. 

“Lift your hips…” he commanded softly, all the while his hands were abandoning their previous tasks and moving down to grab your ass, supporting you as you moved up. “I’ll take it nice and slow for you, just say the word and I’ll stop.” Your lips were parted, breathing heavily as you gave him a delirious nod. “I need to hear your words.” He spoke softly, making sure your eyes were meeting  his as he spoke. “Will you tell me to stop if it becomes too much?” Kento asked again, fingers thrumming against your ass as he waited. “Yes, I will. Promise, Kento.” 

“That’s my good girl.” he cooed, watching your brows crease at his praise. Slowly, he started to lower you on his cock, pressing his head into your entrance slowly and studying the way your face morphed into surprise. “Shh, it’s okay…” one hand left your ass now, sneaking around the front of you to slip two fingers between your thighs. “You’re doing so good for me…” he whispered as he began to rub steady circles on your throbbing clit. The pain subsided a bit, a breathy moan slipping past your lips as you began setting yourself down on him even further. 

Kento’s lips quivered, eyes moving down to watch where his cock was slowly but surely disappearing between your thighs. “So good… you’re taking me so good.” His fingers continued their rhythm, sending waves of arousal straight through your body as you finally settled into his lap. “F-fuck…Kento.” you whined, walls clenching and spasming around his length sporadically as you tried to adjust to his cock. “You’re doing so good, sweet girl.” His voice was thick, breathing just a little labored as he tried not to think too hard about how you were suffocating him. 

“Just…just stay still for a few minutes okay…” Kento’s other hand left your ass and began popping open the last few buttons, watching your top fall open to reveal your bra. Kento wasted no time pulling down the front of your bra, groaning as your breasts spilled out for him. “So pretty…” he muttered more so to himself than you, eyes zeroing in on the pliant skin as he leaned forward. You couldn’t form a coherent thought as Kento’s lips wrapped around the pebbling skin of your nipple, paired with his fingers still toying with your clit and his cock stuffed inside of you. 

“Kento… oh fuck Kento please…” your hips began moving on their own, head falling back as his teeth sunk into the tender flesh. Your hips moved half hazardously, not really in a position to be able to ride his cock the way you’d want to. Not that Kento cared, his fingers were growing slick with your arousal just as he was wetting your breasts with his saliva. Every sense was engulfed in you, that’s all he could ask for. He pulled away for air a moment later, tilting his head up to see you looking down on him. “Keep trying to ride me, sweet girl, it’s cute.” 

You felt your face grow warm, eyes squeezing shut as your hips lost their barely there rhythm. “Oh, did I make you shy?” he hummed against your skin, littering your breasts with kisses as he used his free hand to try and guide your hips into some sort of rhythm again. “Answer me when I speak to you, I need to know you’re enjoying yourself…” You whined as he spoke, eyes opening slowly as you let him guide you into a steady but shallow rhythm. “I-You…yeah you made me sh-shy…” You choked out as he chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your sternum. 

“Good, that's a good girl…” he murmured, feeling your walls twitch around him as he praised you. “You just love it when I praise you, don’t you?” Kento hummed yet again, tongue flattening against your breast as he never broke eye contact. “Y-yes…Kento.” You moaned as your orgasm built, the pressure in your gut intensifying as you began rocking your hips in time with his shallow movements. He was meeting you now, each barely there bounce was met with his hips leaving the chair to meet you. “I’d rather… fuck you on… a bed… ya know…” 

He spoke in between the kisses he showered your chest with, a terrible time to really complain but he couldn’t care. “I always envisioned taking you on my bed, ya know, laid out nice and pretty for me, at my mercy… a chair limits our possibilities.” He sighed, rubbing your clit just a little quicker as your breathing turned more ragged, you were close. “You’re always so obedient in my fantasies…” he smirked as you let out a strangled whine “you thought I forgot about my promise, didn’t you?” you nodded, having completely forgotten Kento’s promise in the first place. 

“I would never break my promise to you, Sweet girl. You wanted to h-hear about my fantasies, so I’ll tell you all about them while your pretty pussy suffocates my cock.” You felt like your bones had been liquified, every vulgar word he uttered made your body react. If you weren’t careful, you’d be coming and overstimulated in seconds. “T-the vibrator, Kento tell me about the vibrator you use…” You nearly squealed, the tension in your gut building until it nearly rendered  you speechless. Every drag of his cock over your velvety walls felt like molten pleasure. 

“Course you’re still hanging onto that, clever girl…” he kissed your chest again, smiling up at you before leaning back to give himself better leverage to thrust upwards. “The damn thing is pink, hot pink too. Never f-fails to remind me how fucking lonely I was.” He seethes, ears dark red as he reveals his darkest secret. “I use it just how you’d think, I drag i-it along the underside of my cock…” he inhales sharply as your hips jerk, orgasm nearly upon you. “When I’m really fucking lonely… fuck when all I could think about was your pussy…” you cut him off with a loud moan. 

You were close, so close you were certain he wouldn’t get to finish his story before you were coming all over his throbbing length. “...You haunted my every thought, sweet girl… to the point only that hot pink fucking toy could get me off the way I wanted…” he was trying his hardest not come yet, needing to feel your orgasm completely untouched by his own. “Kento…close…” your hands found their way to his shoulders, hips bouncing harshly as you chased the high that was just within your reach. “Then come for me, sweet girl, I want to feel it.” 

Your head shook, suddenly embarrassed at the fact that you were about to cum all over his cock. “Don’t get shy on me now, sweet girl.” His fingers tightened on your clit, smirking as your hips jerked erratically, your orgasm hitting you hard as your hips sunk completely onto his cock. Kento didn’t slow, fingers still toying with your clit as your walls stuck to him like a vice, spasming every time you took a labored breath. You couldn’t see, nevermind hear. Your vision was covered in spots as you tried to calm down, ears ringing loudly before you slumped forward. 

Nanami huffed out a laugh, finally removing his fingers from your over stimulated and puffy clit. Both arms wrapped around your middle, his hips still moving in and out of you shallowly as he whispered you endless praise. “I’m gonna come, sweet girl, just another minute… won’t overstimulate you for too long…” his brows creased, focus crossing his face now that you were burying your own into the crook of his neck. He had been trying so hard to maintain an easy going look, not wanting to scare you during your first time together. 

Kento mumbled praises to you, quieting your whimpers as his cock pressed into you one, two, three more times before coming to a stuttering halt. You shivered, feeling his sticky release spurt into you, painting your velvety walls in white, hot cum. “Good girl, my good, sweet girl… take it all, it’s all for you…” He babbled as he came down from his own high, settling you gently into his lap, length still buried inside of you. Silence fell over the two of you, saved for some labored breathing before finally calming down. You were the first to break the silence. 

“D-did I do good for you, Kento?” his first name was still foreign on your tongue but you were quickly becoming addicted to the way it sounded. “Did you do good? You did amazing, sweet girl. Nothing… no one… will ever compare.” His endless praise set your heart on fire, face nuzzling closer to his sweaty skin before placing a few chaste kisses along his racing pulse. “I love you.” So soft you were shocked you even dared to say it, but Kento heard you, of course he did. 

“I love you too, sweet girl… get some rest. I’ll take care of you. “

new tale art really said *tilts head at you adorably* 💙💜💖 (all cgs by Gabriella Rossetti)

cgs were gathered and posted by @ask-count-lulu 🫶

✮ sylus x wife!reader

cw: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result. ꒱

⭒ Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a “strategic partnership” as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it all—an empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. You’re not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain you’d agree to his proposal he’d admit that he wasn’t but he knew you’d consider it if he had an advantage over you.

⭒ He sets his terms and conditions—you reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But he’ll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you don’t cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if that’s what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).

⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.

⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”

⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.

⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.

⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.

⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.

⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”

⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

— multi. character x gn!reader | hurt/comfort

[ zhongli, tartaglia, & itto ]

warnings: fighting, swearing, threats/thinking of breaking up, accusations of cheating (in childe’s), y/n smacking childe (only once tho), y/n being kinda mean in itto’s part

note from heart: i was feelin angsty (when am i not lmfao) so here’s this!! it’s super long LMFAO i got carried away oops also i do have a writing event up!! all the info can be found here & requests for it are open! <3

ZHONGLI —

Fighting with him is like talking to a brick wall. He’s stubborn and refuses to actually talk about the situation seeing as he’d much rather just “let it pass”. But you were so tired of that. You were so tired of just “letting things pass” because, at the end of the day, so many problems went unresolved. He lacked communication and he acted so nonchalant about whatever argument you two had gotten into.

This new argument, though, made you reach your limit. You can’t exactly remember what caused this argument- which usually tends to happen- but you just know that you were fed up, growing more and more irritated by the minute due to his lack of compassion.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing, y/n,” Zhongli states, taking yet another sip of his tea which made your eye twitch. “Nothing? Seriously? If it was ‘nothing’ then maybe this argument wouldn’t have even occurred!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air, huffing as you looked at him with wide eyes.

He only stared back at you for a second before sighing and taking yet another sip of his tea.

Your shoulders drooped in defeat, your own eyes closing as you brought your fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose. You took a few deep breaths in attempts to calm yourself down from the boiling anger than stirred in the pit of your chest.

You turned around, no longer facing him as you sighed. Eyes still closed, hoping that the tears that threatened to fall wouldn’t escape. You were tired- tired from all the arguing, tired of the one sidedness, tired of his lack of care for your relationship.

“I’m.. I’m gonna go. I’m tired of this,” you spoke, voice shaking as you fought to detain the sobs that scratched at the back of your throat. You couldn’t find it in yourself to continue to fight for your relationship, and all you wanted to do was go for a walk to clear your head.

But Zhongli didn’t see it that way.

‘I’m gonna go’ replayed in his mind over and over again. His amber eyes followed your sullen figure that walked towards the door. Was this really it? Were you finally tired of him? Is this your way of finally forgetting about him?

He couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have you leave. He wouldn’t be able to function without you. Who would make his tea in the mornings and afternoons? Who would hold onto his arm as he walked through the streets of Liyue? Who would greet him with soft, gentle kisses when he arrived home from the funeral parlor? Who would tell him they love him? Who would he make more memories with?

It had to be you; it needs to be you. You were the only one who he truly saw forever with. You were the finest gem in his eyes. You were what he treasured most. He would set aside Liyue if it meant he’d get to be with you. You were- no- you are his everything. He wouldn’t stand to live without the one he found true happiness and love with. You were the only one who let him feel like there were no contracts, no bindings that had to be kept, no secrets, no settlements. You gave him genuine and unconditional love, and all he has ever wanted was to do the same for you.

But it seems now that he’s ruined that as he fights his body to stand from his seat to stop you from leaving your shared home.

Before he can even blink, before your hand even touches the handle of the door, he finds himself wrapping his hand around yours. His fingers desperately intertwine with yours, and finally pulls you closer to him.

Your back is pressed against his chest, his face buried in the crook of your neck. He brings his other arm to wrap around your waist. He lifts his head slightly, the hand that held yours brought up to his lips. He places a soft, but tender kiss to your skin.

At this point, you’re unsure of what to do. Your mind tells you to push him off, but your heart aches to hold him in your own arms. The battle of your thoughts comes to an end when you hear his voice.

“Please… Please don’t leave me. If you go, you’ll forget me and I.. I don’t think I can live with that,” Zhongli’s voice trembles. His tone is quiet and timid but is laced with longing. You don’t respond, instead you close your eyes, still unsure of what to do.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for never communicating how I feel whenever we fight. I’m sorry for brushing it off instead of working with you to fix it. I just,” he pauses, taking a deep breath to soothe his own nerves before turning you around in his arms so that you are face to face with him.

Your gaze rises to meet his. His amber eyes, glossed over and apologetic, stared back at you. Just with that look, you knew he was being sincere. His expression told you everything, but he still wanted you to hear it from himself.

“I love you too much to see you leave. I figured that if we just let the arguments and the tension pass, we could still be happy. I thought it would help to avoid us falling apart… But I was mistaken. I will do better for us.. For you. I’ll even make a contract with-“

You stop him with a kiss. Your lips molding perfectly together like the last piece to a puzzle.

For what seemed like eternity, you finally pulled away. You look up at him once more, your hand going to cup his cheek as a small smile forms on your lips.

“There’s no need for a contract, Zhongli. There never was and never will be. I don’t want to fight either, but we both have to work together. A relationship doesn’t involve a ‘you do this so then this will happen’ situation. It involves love, compassion, care, communication, and trust. I love you, and I don’t ever want to leave your side,” you take a breath, letting out an airy laugh. “In truth, I just wanted to go for a walk to clear my head. I never thought of leaving you for good.”

You give him a sincere smile, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, brushing away the single tear that slipped from his eye.

He sighs in relief, his body relaxing, but still holding you close in his embrace. “I love you, y/n. You shine like gold in my eyes.”

“And I love you, Zhongli. You are, and always will be, my favorite memory.”

TARTAGLIA —

Whenever you two argue, he always finds a way to make a snarky comment that makes your blood boil. He’ll make snide remarks, almost mocking your anger. He’ll even makes cruel jokes if the situation was really heated. It was frustrating- toxic, even, but somehow you both had always found a way to make amends.

But this time didn’t show any signs of a resolution. This time, the argument had been going on for hours. You had started just before sunset, and now the stars in the night sky were hidden away amongst the darkness.. Just like the hope you had for your relationship.

“So you mean to tell me that I’m crazy for thinking you were with some random person, out and about on the streets of Liyue, instead of being at the Northland Bank doing paperwork?” you shouted, almost laughing in disbelief. You know what you saw, and you saw your boyfriend with another person in his arms. He had smiled at them, that same smile he always gave you every morning. It broke your heart to see someone, that wasn’t you, receiving the attention that you thought was exclusive just for you.

“What? Can you not hear me? Or do I need to slow things down for you? Jeez, y/n, the craziness really is getting to you,” he answered, a sly smirk spread across his face, seemingly proud of getting on your nerves. You looked at him, eyebrows knit together as you sucked your teeth, shocked at the mere fact that your boyfriend was standing before you calling you crazy. “At a loss for words? That’s alright, I’ll be waiting here while you cool off. Let the craziness subside and-“

You didn’t allow him to finish his sentence when the palm of your hand collided with the side of his face. A rather loud smack echoing in his ears.

He brought his hand to his stinging cheek, taken aback by your sudden hostility, but he kept his cool. You and him both knew you were never one to raise your hand at anyone, so this truly caught him by surprise as it did to you. But just as he did, you regained your composure, bringing your finger to his chest.

“Don’t… Don’t ever try to gaslight me. I know what I fucking saw. I know I saw you being a disloyal bastard, Tartaglia,” you seethed, your tone an eerie contrast to your shouts from earlier. It was dripping with venom, and it made his body begin to crumble with anxiety. You always called him Ajax or an endearing nickname, but the use of his harbringer name was what made him look at you with wide eyes, similar to that of a deer in headlights. You only ever used that name when he really angered you, which was rare. But you had used it now, and it seemed that- in this moment- there was no way for him to redeem himself as your lover.

You backed away from him, your eyes narrowing and shooting daggers at him before turning around and heading straight for the door.

But he was faster than you, rushing to grab your wrist and pulling you back to him. You writhed and fought to get him away from you, punching at his chest. Though, your hits began to weaken as cries and sobs filled the air. You demanded he let you go, begged him to leave you be, and cried that you wanted him to go away.

Ajax let you cry and scream at him, he let you vent out all the cruel things you wanted to say to him, but he didn’t loosen his hold on you. He didn’t want to. He never wanted to let you go because every time you walked out on him he always feared that you would never come back. And you always came back to him.

Why? Because you loved him more than anything, and he loved you just the same. No matter how infuriating and tiring these arguments were, you both always found your way back to each other even if you tried running away. He was always so grateful to have you back home with him in his arms, and he swore to never let you go. And he meant that with every fiber of his being.

You were the only person who made him feel like he was enough, who filled that emptiness in his chest that he had felt since he was a child. You were the light at the end of his tunnel. You were what made him believe that he was a good guy, and not the monster he was raised to be.

“Y/n, please… Please don’t leave again. I can’t stand seeing you walk out that door every time we fight. I hate it. I fucking hate it because… Because I fear that one day you’ll never come home,” he pauses, swallowing down his pride and putting his walls down just for you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked around with you. I should never try to make jokes during something so serious. I shouldn’t have called you crazy because, you’re right, you aren’t crazy. But I swear to you, y/n, it truly wasn’t what you thought it was.”

Your crying falters at his last sentence, eyes opening to look at his. You notice the tears that streamed down his cheeks, the way his lips quivered ever so slightly as he tried to refrain from sobbing. “Then what… What was it?” you asked, your voice hoarse and just barely above a whisper.

He looks you right in the eye, a serious and sincere expression cascaded over his features. “I was at the Northland Bank doing paperwork, but then I decided to take a break and head into town to get something to eat. I didn’t realize that you were going to be out either, but it just so happened that you were there when the person who was ordering food in front of me turned to leave with their food and tripped. I caught them so they wouldn’t hit the ground and drop all the food they had just paid for,” he pauses once again, letting out a nervous and airy chuckle.

“It sounds silly and ridiculous, but I promise you that’s what happened. I wasn’t trying to gaslight you, but I know I shouldn’t have called you crazy. I would never even think of giving my love or attention to another. I only ever want you, y/n.”

His voice cracked during his last sentence, more tears forming in his desperate eyes that searched for a response in yours. His explanation did sound ridiculous, but it made sense and you knew he was being honest. You turned away from him once more, trying to regain your thoughts. But he needed an answer from you, worried with every second that passed that he was losing you.

“Please say something,” he begged quietly, his hold on you tightening just a bit. He hoped that his touch would keep your heart close to his. You took a deep breath, your watery eyes watching as your hand laid on top of his. “I believe you, Ajax.”

Relief washed over him, his tears spilling from his eyes once again as soft, muffled apologies, ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s fell from his trembling lips. You turned around in his arms so that you were fully facing him, allowing him to bury his face in your chest as he continued to cry. You rubbed soothing circles against his shaking shoulders.

You knew he loved you, and he knew that you loved him. No matter how many times the both of you would fight, you always managed to be right back in each other’s arms. You were his forever, and he was yours forever.

ITTO —

You and Itto rarely fought. Most times, your relationship was in tact; happy and healthy. But in those rare moments that the both of you did fight, Itto’s pride got in the way, making him act like he could never do anything wrong. He would come off as arrogant, which falsely amused and angered you.

Neither of you were sure how this fight escalated this quickly, but neither of you admitted defeat. Whatever it was that you both were arguing about, you knew you were in the right, but Itto had felt the same for himself in this situation.

“How could you say that, y/n? That’s completely unfair!” he proclaimed, rollings his eyes as he threw his hands in the air. Your arms crossed over your chest, a sarcastic laugh leaving past your lips, “Unfair? You know what’s unfair, Itto? The fact that you always think you never do anything wrong! I’m standing here, trying to explain to you why you upset me, but- oh, no! How could the great Arataki Itto ever do anything wrong?”

It was his turn to laugh, turning away from you as he rubbed his chin. “Real funny, y/n. How can you explain something that I’d never do, hm? You know I’d never try to purposely upset you-“

“And there it is!” you let out, amused by his lack of awareness. He gave you a questioning look, and you answered, “You’d never try to purposely upset me, yes, that’s true. But you never ever try to think about the fact that there are times where you unintentionally do hurt me! I know you, Itto. I know you always try to be good to me, and I appreciate that, but god! Your stupid Oni pride gets in the fucking way! It goes straight inside that thick skull of yours. You never fail to make others happy, but you also never fail to disappoint me.”

His expression changed at your words. His eyebrows furrowed, his gaze dropping to the floor, his lips forming into a frown. He was at a loss for words, trying to wrap his head around the fact that ‘he never failed to disappoint you’. It made his heart ache, it was like he could feel his heart crack. “I… I disappoint you?” he asked, his usual confident tone now sullen and timid.

Your eyes widened at his sudden change in demeanor, your arms falling to your sides as you stared at his deflated figure. You watched as his clenched fists relaxed, but not in the way that you hoped. You could sense the sadness that radiated from him. Knowing that, as an Oni, Itto did have a lot of pride, but most of it was because he was raised that way so that people would respect him. That same Oni pride was what also urged him to be generous, compassionate, and sincere to those around him- especially you.

He loved you. He loved you so much that he could never express it enough in words. He always told you he loved you, he even told you through his actions. Whether that be things as simple as holding the door open for you or something as intimate as holding you close to him at night as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear to help you fall asleep. That same Oni pride urged him to be the best lover for you, to be the one who protected you from harm’s way, to be the one that you could go to when you felt disheartened and hurt. He wanted to be everything and more for you.

But how could he be that if he never failed disappoint you?

You took a step closer to him, but he didn’t seem to notice as his gaze was still glued to the floor. Your words played over and over again in his mind, almost screaming back at him in his ears. But you wanted to silence them.

You grabbed his hand in your own, cautiously closing the distance between the both of you. “Itto, I,” you began, your voice quiet and gentle. “I didn’t mean that. You’re not a disappointment, okay? You never are to me. I said that out of frustration, but I shouldn’t have said it at all. I’m so sorry, Itto.” You brought your free hand to his cheek, lifting his face so you could properly look at him.

Your face softened, cupping his cheek as you gave him an apologetic and loving smile. You saw his tear stained cheeks, making tears of your own brim your eyes. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, pulling him into a hug. You felt him slowly wrap his own arms around you before you felt the shaking of his shoulders against your body. You squeezed him gently, rubbing his back to soothe him. “I love you so much, Itto. I love you for you and I love everything you do for me. I appreciate everything you do for me. I’m so sorry, my love. I know I can’t take back what I said, but I promise you that I don’t ever see you as a disappointment.”

You hear your boyfriend sniffle before feeling him pull away slightly, his arms still holding you. He looks at you, and it was like looking at a puppy who was begging for forgiveness and love. You attempted to stifled a chuckle, but you couldn’t help it, he just looked too precious. His eyebrows knit together, his mouth forming into a small pout. “Why are you laughing? You just hurt my feelings,” he mumbled, looking back down. But you brought his eyes back to yours, placing a small kiss against his nose. “You’re so cute, I can’t help it.”

His demeanor once again changed, back to the same old Arataki Itto. The Itto that was confident and boisterous. He puffed his chest out, looking at you with this endearing look of determination, only earning more laughter from you.

“I’m not cute, I’m sexy!” he paused, his expression softening to a gentler one, a soft smile tugging at his lips, “But I love you too. I always have and I always will… Even if you do call me cute when you know I’m obviously the cool, sexy type.”