i decided to tag my posts by genre, that way you can just click the tag and get taken to those types of posts ^^
each tag is below—in respective order
andieanswerz—answering asks/requests
andieimaginez—short form writing/ideas i cook up
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ill probably make a masterlist once ive written more but so far this is it ^^
requests are always open! keep in mind—it may take a bit since im lazy, but i will get to it :p
also keep in mind—i dont like to respond to/post the requests unless ive finished writing it yet!! chances are if u dont see a response to ur request, im still writing it. if its not something im interested in writing, ill always atleast respond to it with an explanation <3
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it’s a normal day. you’re with your boyfriend, as usual, except he’s acting a little odd. not quite meeting your gaze, dark eyes staring at your lips.
“what’s wrong?” you look up from the ice cream he had offered you a minute ago. “something on my face?”
“yeah,” he murmurs. “i’ll get it for you.”
and you expected him to maybe wipe your cheek with a napkin, or his thumb. anything but for him to lick a drop of melted mint chocolate ice cream off the corner of your lip. you blink as his cold tongue runs over you, sending a shiver down your body.
wait, cold? but he didn’t eat any-
“hey!” you squeak. “what’re you-“
the audacity of him to smirk at you as he tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. flustered, you freeze, unsure of what he’s planning.
and then his lips meet yours and you gasp. the feeling was new: sharp, metallic, and utterly devastating.
he pulls back suddenly, breaking the kiss.
“wha…how?” you stutter. he sticks out his tongue at you. oh. you see it then, the silvery ball in between his tongue. the fucker got a tongue piercing behind your back.
“you like?” your boyfriend grins wide.
instead of answering, you kiss him again.
—ITOSHI RIN, itoshi sae, michael kaiser (bllk), gojo satoru, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, ryomen sukuna (jjk), SASUKE UCHIHA, gaara (naruto), tartaglia, KAZUHA, wriothesley (genshin) + your favs!
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︵ ೀ mdni. yuji dreaming of megumi and you together and now he gets all flustered when the two of you are around ( part one / part two )
it happened again a few days later.
the three of you were in the dorm kitchen after training, exhausted and sweaty. you were reaching up to grab glasses from the top shelf when megumi stepped behind you without thinking. his chest brushed lightly against your back as he easily plucked three glasses from the shelf and handed them to you.
“thanks, megumi,” you said with a bright smile, turning to face him.
his hand lingered for a second on your waist to steady you, a casual, instinctive touch. nothing inappropriate. just megumi being megumi—helpful and a little protective. but yuji, leaning against the counter, had this feeling in his stomach again.
that simple touch sent his mind spiraling right back to the dream. he couldn’t stop picturing megumi’s hands sliding lower, slipping under your shirt, those long fingers disappearing between your thighs while you moaned into his mouth. yuji’s face burned. he gripped the edge of the counter a little too tightly.
you noticed almost immediately. “babe?” you set the glasses down and stepped closer to him, tilting your head. “you’ve been quiet since we got back. what’s wrong?”
yuji froze. his heart hammered against his ribs. “n-nothing! i’m good.”
megumi glanced over, one eyebrow slightly raised, but said nothing.
you didn’t look convinced. you reached up and gently brushed yuji’s bangs out of his eyes, your touch so soft it made his chest ache. “you sure? you can tell me anything, you know that.”
yuji swallowed hard. he opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. his cheeks were burning crimson. for a long moment he just stared at you, then his eyes flicked nervously toward megumi, who was pretending to be very focused on pouring water. finally, the words burst out of him before he could stop them.
“i… i want to see you and megumi kiss.”
the kitchen went completely silent.
you blinked. megumi froze mid-pour, water spilling slightly over the rim of the glass.
yuji wanted to die. he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean— you don’t have to! it’s just… i keep thinking about it. the two of you together. it makes me feel… really warm. and kind of crazy. in a good way.”
he looked between you and megumi, eyes wide and cheeks flushed all the way to his ears. “i know it’s weird,” he added quickly, voice getting smaller. “but i can’t stop thinking about it. you both mean so much to me… and the idea of you two kissing… it doesn’t feel wrong to me. it feels… right.”
he stared at the floor, heart pounding, terrified he’d just ruined everything. you and megumi exchanged a long look. yuji swallowed.
“…sorry,” he mumbled. “i shouldn’t have said anything.”
the silence that followed was deafening. yuji wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. his face was burning, ears bright red as he stared intensely at the kitchen floor. you and megumi were both staring at him.
megumi’s expression was unreadable at first but then his eyes widened just slightly, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
you were the first to speak. “…you want us to kiss?” you asked softly.
yuji nodded quickly, too embarrassed to look at either of you. “i know it sounds crazy. but i keep thinking about it. the two of you… together. it doesn’t make me jealous. it makes me feel… warm. really warm. like my chest is going to explode in a good way.”
he finally dared to glance up. megumi was looking at him now, dark eyes steady but clearly processing. you stepped closer and gently took yuji’s hand.
“babe,” you said carefully, “are you sure that’s what you want? you’re not just saying it because you think it’ll make us happy?”
yuji shook his head. “no. i mean— yes, I want you both to be happy. but… i really do want to see it. i’ve been dreaming about it. not just innocent stuff either.”
the last part came out as a mumble. megumi’s eyebrows shot up.
you bit your lip, clearly thinking. then you looked over at megumi, a small, curious smile forming on your face. “what do you think, megumi?”
megumi stayed quiet for a long moment. finally, he set the glass down and exhaled through his nose. “…i wouldn’t mind,” he said quietly, almost too casually. but the faint pink on his cheeks betrayed him.
yuji’s heart skipped several beats.
you turned back to yuji, still holding his hand. “if we do this… you’re okay with it? no weird feelings afterwards?”
yuji nodded so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. “i promise. i just… i want to watch. at least once.”
the air in the kitchen felt heavier now, warmer. you glanced at megumi again, then back at your boyfriend. slowly, you stepped toward megumi, who straightened up, looking slightly tense but not unwilling.
you placed a hand on megumi’s chest and leaned in. megumi hesitated for half a second before tilting his head down. then your lips met softly.
it was gentle at first—careful, almost testing. but then megumi’s hand came up to rest lightly on your waist, and the kiss deepened just a little. you made a quiet sound against his mouth that sent electricity shooting down yuji’s spine.
yuji couldn’t look away. his breath caught in his throat, heart hammering wildly as he watched his girlfriend kiss his best friend right in front of him.
when you finally pulled back, both you and Megumi were slightly flushed. you turned to look at yuji, his eyes sparkling. “…how was that?” you asked softly.
yuji stared at the two of you, lips parted, face burning crimson. he could only manage one breathless word: “…again.”
the kitchen fell quiet for a moment once more. you and megumi both froze, eyes meeting each other in a brief pause. a silent question passed between you. megumi’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, but he didn’t move, waiting. your heart hammered in your chest as you searched his face.
then, slowly, megumi leaned in again.
you met him halfway.
this time the kiss was deeper, with more hunger, like he had been holding back for too long. his fingers pressed into your waist as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue against yours with surprising boldness. a soft, surprised sound left your throat, which only seemed to encourage him.
he kissed you like he was starving.
his other hand came up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing your jaw as he pulled you closer. the kiss grew hotter, wetter. megumi made a quiet noise against your mouth, almost a groan, as he sucked gently on your bottom lip before slipping his tongue back in.
yuji’s breath hitched loudly. he couldn’t look away. his face was burning as he watched his best friend kiss you like he wanted to devour you—slow, deep, and getting greedier with every second.
megumi pressed you back against the counter, his body flush against yours. one of his hands slid down to grip your hip, pulling you tighter as the kiss turned messy, completely lost in it now while yuji was breathing hard, eyes wide.
his cock strained painfully against his sweatpants, throbbing with every wet sound of your lips moving together. he couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts crashing through his mind.
he wished megumi would push you harder against the counter. he wished he’d slide his hand under your shirt and grope your tits the way yuji had imagined so many times. he wanted to see megumi bite your neck, suck marks into your skin, shove his thigh between your legs and grind against you until you were whimpering and soaked.
the thought made yuji’s mouth go dry. he imagined megumi dropping to his knees right there in the kitchen, pulling your shorts down and burying his face between your thighs while you moaned into yuji’s mouth. he wanted to watch his best friend make you cum, fingers deep inside you, tongue licking greedily at your clit.
“fuck…” yuji whispered under his breath, barely audible. his hand unconsciously pressed against his aching cock, trying to ease some of the pressure as he watched megumi kiss you deeper, hungrier.
he loved this. loved seeing you like this—flushed, wanted, desired. especially by megumi. his two favorite people.
when megumi finally pulled back for air, his lips were red and swollen and his breathing uneven. he stared at your mouth like he wanted to kiss you again immediately.
“megumi…” you whispered, dazed.
he didn’t answer with words. instead he leaned in and kissed you once more, slower this time but no less intense, like he was savoring the taste of you. his hand stayed possessively on your hip while the other gently held your face.
when megumi pulled away again, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closed, breathing shakily. “…that was—” he began but couldn’t finish. you let out a soft, breathless laugh.
yuji could barely speak. all he managed was a weak, awed whisper: “holy shit…” his heart was pounding so hard he felt dizzy and his cock was aching, pressing painfully against his sweatpants.
“megumi…” yuji’s voice came out rough. “don’t stop.” both you and megumi turned to look at him. “touch her more. please. i want to see you touch her. like… between her legs. i keep thinking about it. i want to see you make her cum.”
both you and megumi froze for a second. but megumi hesitated only for a moment before his gaze darkened. without a word, he looked back at you, silently asking for permission. when you gave a small, breathless nod, he didn’t waste time.
he brought two fingers to his mouth, licking them slowly, coating them with saliva while keeping his eyes on you. then his hand slid down your stomach and pushed boldly into your shorts and panties. his long, slick fingers found your soaked folds and rubbed over your clit before pressing two fingers inside you.
you gasped, immediately clinging to his shoulders. megumi leaned in and kissed you again, swallowing every sound as his fingers began moving—slow at first, then deeper, curling just right inside your tight heat.
“mmh—!” you moaned into his mouth, panting against his lips as he fingered you right there in the kitchen. the wet sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your soaked pussy filled the small space.
yuji let out a needy groan at the sight. his hand shoved into his sweatpants, wrapping around his aching cock as he started stroking himself. his eyes were glued between your legs, watching the silhouette of megumi’s fingers disappear inside you again and again.
“fuck… that’s so hot,” yuji whispered. he pumped his cock faster, breathing heavily as he watched you whimper and squirm against megumi. “megumi… curl your fingers more. she likes it when you hit that spot.”
megumi obeyed without question, curling his fingers deeper, rubbing that sensitive spot inside you like he’d already done it a million times. you cried out into his mouth, thighs trembling as you clenched hard around his fingers.
yuji’s hand moved quicker on his own cock, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss as he watched his best friend finger his girlfriend right in front of him.
“good girl…” yuji murmured breathlessly, completely lost in the scene. “let him make you cum, baby. i want to see it so bad.”
you cried out into megumi’s mouth, thighs shaking violently as his fingers curled perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. the pressure built fast and overwhelming until you finally snapped.
“megumi—!” you moaned loudly, clenching hard around his fingers as your orgasm crashed through you. your hips jerked against his hand, pussy pulsing and gushing around his long digits while he kept stroking you through it, drawing out every last wave.
the moment your orgasm started to fade, megumi pulled his fingers out with a wet sound. before you could even catch your breath, he dropped to his knees right in front of you.
he yanked your shorts and panties down to your ankles. you barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on you, hot and eager. his tongue dragged slowly up your soaked folds before latching onto your sensitive clit.
“ah—! megumi— too much!” you whimpered, legs trembling as you gripped the counter for support.
but he didn’t stop. he sucked gently on your clit, then flicked his tongue rapidly over it, groaning against your pussy like he was addicted to your taste. the overstimulation hit you like electricity, making your hips twitch and jerk against his face. every stroke of his tongue sent sharp, overwhelming sparks through your body.
yuji was completely dizzy.
his hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking himself in shaky movements as he stared with wide, glassy eyes. the sight of his best friend on his knees, face buried between your thighs, licking and sucking on your oversensitive clit while you moaned and shook was almost too much for him to handle.
“fuck… megumi…” yuji breathed, voice hoarse and awed. his head felt light, cheeks burning crimson as he watched megumi devour you. “she’s so sensitive right now… look at her…”
megumi hummed against your clit in response, the vibration making you sob. he pressed his tongue flat against you, licking broad strokes before sucking on your clit again, completely lost in making you feel good.
yuji’s hand moved faster on his cock, breathing ragged as he watched your thighs tremble around megumi’s head. he looked completely drunk on the sight.
“you’re both so hot…” yuji whispered. “don’t stop, megumi… please don’t stop.”
then megumi pulled his mouth away from your dripping pussy. he rose to his feet, breathing heavily. without a word, he unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, flushed and leaking. you barely had time to catch your breath before he stepped close again, lifting one of your legs around his waist.
“shh,” he whispered against your ear as he lined himself up.
then he pushed in.
a loud moan started to leave your lips as he stretched you open in one smooth thrust, but megumi quickly covered your mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. his palm pressed firmly against your lips while he sank deeper, burying himself to the hilt.
your eyes rolled back at the sudden fullness.
at the exact same moment, yuji let out a choked groan. the sight of megumi’s cock disappearing inside you was too much for him. his hand stuttered on his cock as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.
“f-fuck—!” yuji whimpered, thighs shaking as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach. he kept stroking himself through it, eyes glued to where megumi was buried deep inside you.
his vision started to blur. the edges of the kitchen grew hazy, like he was looking through fogged glass, but he could still see megumi’s hips snapping forward, burying his cock deep inside you with every thrust. he could see the way your body jolted, your tits bouncing, your mouth open against megumi’s palm as you moaned helplessly.
more and more cum leaked out around megumi’s cock with every deep stroke, dripping down your thighs in shiny streaks. the sound of it echoed in yuji’s ears—the obscene squelch of megumi’s cock sliding through your soaked, cum-filled pussy.
yuji was barely able to focus anymore. everything felt like a fever dream. the only thing he could see clearly was megumi’s thick cock plunging in and out of you, pushing his own cum deeper inside your body with every thrust. more white leaked out, sliding down your skin, dripping onto the kitchen floor.
his hand kept moving on his cock, slow and sloppy now, milking every last drop as he watched the scene in front of him like it was the only thing real anymore.
yuji was panting hard, chest heaving, completely lost in the sight of his best friend fucking his girlfriend while his own cum continued to spill uselessly over his fingers. he never wanted it to end.
but then everything shattered.
yuji’s eyes snapped open.
he was in his own bed, chest heaving, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. his heart was pounding violently as reality slowly sank in.
it had been another dream.
just a dream.
his cock was still twitching weakly, completely spent. he could feel the warm, sticky mess inside his boxers and sweatpants. he had cum hard in his sleep again. the front of his pants was soaked through.
yuji groaned softly, throwing one arm over his face. his cheeks burned as the images from the dream flashed through his mind: megumi’s hand over your mouth, the way you moaned against his palm, the wet sound of megumi thrusting into you…
“fuck…” he whispered to himself.
he lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling. the ache in his chest was back. his two favorite people. the thought of you two together made him feel so full and so filthy at the same time.
he slowly sat up, wincing at the cold, wet feeling in his pants. another ruined pair. this was becoming a problem.
he wondered if he would ever have the courage to tell you and megumi the truth. if he would ever stop just dreaming about it… and actually ask.
for now, he just sighed, peeling off his ruined sweatpants with a tired, embarrassed little smile. “this is getting ridiculous…” he muttered. but deep down, he already knew he’d probably dream about it again tomorrow.
michael kaiser had never once felt this low in his life.
he was a cold-blooded killer, a force to be reckoned with, an emperor. reigning from the foreign shackles of misfortune, the moment micheal kaiser picked up a sword, every spirit and human knew he would burn the world if it meant to change his fate—to call his success his.
and it was his; blood was shed, and destiny shifted. michael kaiser was an emperor amongst the spirit-world, and the mere mention of his name would make your blood run cold. in fact, even his eyes tell the same story—demon-like, azure crescents among his angel-like face. the concoction of pure and evil, beautiful and ugly, and to harm and heal made kaiser who he was; the closest thing to a god.
so, if that were true, why was the yokai on his knees, bowing down to a human?
bowing down to you.
when rumours of a young human girl becoming land god of a well-known shrine circulated in the spirit world, kaiser had to check it out himself. his full intention was to laugh at your piteous whining of not being able to take the duties of a real god, not knowing his habit of bullying the weak would bite him in the ass hard.
so there the yokai sat atop a tree branch, watching your poor fingers clawing into another branch as you hung. “the shrine spirits said you’d help, kaiser!— oh, will you? she’s going to kill me!” you huffed, an ivory palm sitting underneath his cheek as he smirked, blue eyes squinting in amusement. “oh, did they?” the blonde coos, peering at the starving yokai quickly climbing the tree, “beg for your life and perhaps i will.” he slowly adjusts his black and red yukata with a huge grin plastered on his face.
you narrow your eyes, choosing silence against the spirit. “really, i keep my promises, human. just say ‘please kaiser, save me and my foolish life!’ and i’ll help you.” kaiser laughs, the azure tips of his hair twinkling in the moonlight. “and why would i do that?! you’re just a spirit, not a god.” you counter, furrowing your brows as his gaze grew annoyed. “i am a god, girl. and if i’m ‘just a spirit’, why do you need my help so bad?” he questions, tilting his head.
a sacred word binding grants the host the ability to order their familiar to any and every request, only sealed with a kiss.
you could feel your blood boiling; a god? there was no way this was the jerk controlling the underworld at the tips of his pristine, lithe fingers. the shrine spirits told you all about it—the tales, revenge, and true torture he put every spirit through. you grab kaiser's ankle as the yokai finally reaches the top of the tree, pulling him down with you.
his face contorts into surprise, then disgust. "you foolish human—all you had to do was say a few words, and now your pride is going to cost your life." he reprimands, yukata flowing along the winds, along with his silky, blue-tipped hair. "tell me this, kaiser." you spat, an uncharacteristic smile planted on your face as the two of you tumbled down severe winds. "how does it feel like being a land-god's new familiar?"
deep azure eyes widen like never before, revealing the prominent streaks of red adorning the crease of his eyes. "you—"
and all it took for a deadly emperor, incapable of change or obedience to be completely at your mercy, was a sweet kiss on the lips. dainty hands cupping ivory cheeks, along with soft lips crashing onto his own. michael kaiser had never felt this low in his entire life, he feels as if the air had been sucked dry from his lungs.
"okay, then. save me, mihya." you pull away, whispering against his cheek.
as the former god of the underworld slashes the yokai after you to bits without a word, his arms pull you into him, providing a safe landing from all the turbulence.
cw: himbo best friend yuji, he's hunky, kind & as dense as a BRICK, reader is lowkey a freak/tease lmao, flirty!reader, stupid!yuji, suggestive, no smut (all the characters are 18+)
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himbo!bsf yuji thinks you’re just naturally clingy when you drape yourself over his lap while watching movies, so he always pats your thigh and says “you comfy?” like he isn’t actively sweating underneath you.
himbo!bsf yuji lets you wear his muscle tees to bed during sleepovers, smiling like an idiot every time the fabric slips off your shoulder—then dies inside when you tug it back up all innocent-like.
himbo!bsf yuji always picks you up, throws you over his shoulder, and calls it “just messing around” even though his heart is racing and he has to adjust his sweats afterward behind your back.
himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t think twice when you straddle his thighs “as a joke,” thinking you’re just being playful, while he fights for his life not to moan at the feeling of your hips settling against his.
himbo!bsf yuji carries your bags, ties your laces, shares his food, and even lets you sit in his lap at parties without blinking—because to him, that’s just being a good friend. A good friend who’s totally not staring down at your cleavage and silently screaming.
himbo!bsf yuji walks around shirtless in front of you after a workout, scratching his abs and asking if you wanna join him next time—oblivious to the way your jaw goes slack and you suddenly forget how to breathe.
himbo!bsf yuji gets weirdly quiet when you compliment his biceps, rubbing the back of his neck and muttering “you really think so?” like you didn’t just grope his arm with two hands and call it your “emotional support dumbbell.”
himbo!bsf yuji thinks you’re out of his league—he once spent a full hour Googling “how to be smarter for your crush” and tried to read a whole book in one night before falling asleep face-first in the middle of chapter two.
himbo!bsf yuji doesn’t realize you’re in love with him until you sit on his lap in nothing but his hoodie and whisper “you gonna keep pretending I don’t want you, or are you gonna do something about it?”—and even then, it takes a second before his eyes go wide and his brain finally catches up.
himbo!bsf yuji absolutely loses his mind when he realizes you actually like him. Like—flushed ears, shaking hands, voice cracking when he says “you—you serious?” and then hugging you so tight you squeak against his chest.
bestfriend!yuji who starts sitting a little too close during your weekly movie nights. like, shoulders touching close, knees brushing every time one of you shifts. he swears it’s just because the couch is small.
bestfriend!yuji who notices you smell different tonight. good. really good. he keeps getting distracted, leaning a little closer without realizing, until you glance at him and he jerks back like he got caught doing something illegal.
bestfriend!yuji who laughs it off, scratching the back of his neck. “did you — uh — change your shampoo or something?” and when you tell him it’s your new perfume he just nods way too fast. “y—yeah. it’s nice.”
bestfriend!yuji who cannot focus on the movie anymore. like, at all. he’s hyperaware of everything. your leg pressed against his, your hand resting near his. the way you laugh softly at something on the screen. the way you glance at his lips when he talks.
yeah. bestfriend!yuji definitely notices that, and absolutely doesn’t know what to do about it.
bestfriend!yuji who keeps telling himself to just focus on the movie. eyes locked on the screen, nodding at the right moments, except he has no idea what’s going on anymore. something about a car chase? maybe?
bestfriend!yuji who keeps glancing at you anyway. quick, stolen looks. your profile lit by the tv glow, the way your lips part slightly when you’re focused, the way your lashes flutter when you blink.
yeah, he’s gone.
bestfriend!yuji who notices when your fingers shift a little closer to his on the couch cushion. he freezes. debates for a solid thirty seconds whether he should move his hand closer or not. because what if it’s weird? what if you didn’t mean to? what if you did?
bestfriend!yuji who feels you shift, your shoulder pressing more firmly into his, your knee hooking just slightly against his leg. now he’s really not watching the movie anymore.
bestfriend!yuji who finally risks a glance at you, and catches you already looking at him. oh. oh, shit.
bestfriend!yuji who goes completely red in two seconds flat, blinking at you like he forgot how to function.
bestfriend!yuji who forgets how to breathe when, minutes later, you’re straddling his lap, hands cupping his jaw, lips slotting against his in a way that’s definitely not a “just friends” kiss.
bestfriend!yuji who’s kissing you back before either of you really process how it started.
bestfriend!yuji who keeps pulling back just enough to mumble, “just—just as friends, okay?” like saying it will make it true. he immediately leans back in anyway, because your hands are gripping at his hoodie now, tugging him closer like you need him there.
bestfriend!yuji who’s blushing so hard it reaches his ears, hands tightening at your waist without him realizing. he makes a soft, needy sound into your lips, forgetting how to act normal when your hands slide up to the back of his neck, fingers lacing in his hair. he shivers — actually shivers — and that’s when he knows he’s in deep.
bestfriend!yuji who nods when you repeat “just friends” against his lips like a mantra. he keeps mumbling “just friends” like it’s a spell that’ll fix this.
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being the only female naoya tolerates would be fun…until you genuinely watch him slowly give up all his bodily autonomy to you.
like yea, hes used to making women do his dirty work—but this? this is different.
like, one day you’re washing his hair from behind as you bathe with him; the next you’re feeding him gentle spoonfuls as he’s draped across you, head cushioned on your chest. he is quite literally helpless.
its almost like your his mom. you try not to think on it too much, since its kind of a sick perversion—but you can’t help it when he tugs on your robe like some toddling child.
your hand is down his pants when you realize that may actually be the right conclusion to come to—
—because you swear you hear a meek ‘mommy’ leave his lips as he fucks up into your fist.
crying about itafushi again. both of them telling the other i want you to live. and them living solely to hold onto that. borrowing from each other's strength and will, both selfish and selfless all at once. you want me to live, so i'll live. i'll make the selfish choice to live, just for you.
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Rin always sat a good distance away from you on the couch, but never far from reach. His head was resting in his palm while he dozed off like he always did in this time of the afternoon. His soft cheeks melded into his hand and the way his bangs fell over his face made your heart lurch. He’s so cute it hurts.
Carefully, you shift from the other end of the couch and scooted closer to him. His ears twitched and picked up the movement immediately, peeking one eye open that was already in your direction. You froze like if you didn’t move, he wouldn’t be able to see you. Rin simply rolled his eyes and pressed himself closer to the armrest, not stopping you yet. His tail started to gently sway against the couch.
This was your chance. You had to move quickly— if you weren’t quick enough, he’d stand and leave on his own. Rin usually couldn’t stand being stared at for too long.
Your feet propelled against the floor to catch Rin in your arms. You trapped him in your embrace as his side pressed against your chest, and he was already squirming and mewling to “get the hell off!”
You held him in place throughout his complaints, his tail raised and quivering while you kept his arms pinned to his side. He definitely could attack and push you away, but he never did. He’d nip at your fingers sometimes when you tried to pet him without warning, though the threats he spewed never came to fruition.
“Move!” He barked, wiggling against your pursuit. You hugged him tighter, smiling up at him.
“You’re so cute when you pout.”
He wasn’t pouting, no way.
“You’re so delusional when you say things like that. Get off!” He shook his shoulders violently, head following the same as he became a blur before his hair settled down. Your grip broke off of him. He reached up to push the bangs out of his eyes just to glare at you properly. Despite his scowl, you raised your hand to scratch behind his ear anyway, a cheesy smile dancing across your lips. He wanted to maul your face off.
His tail was still up and shaking back and forth. Your scratches continued.
He started to swat at your hand, watching it return to his head everytime you recoiled and chuckled. You wouldn’t let up, and he was getting so annoyed.
His hair was so soft. So pretty and soft, clinging to his head when he shook off the itch behind his ear, and his ears twitched with each hard scratch. A grumble came up in his throat, low and quiet like he was trying to hide it.
“You’re wasting your time,” he hissed at you, slapping your hand again. You just didn’t know when to quit. Suddenly, his claw caught your skin when you reached out a final time. It was your turn to hiss while you clutched your wrist, a faint trickle of blood starting to peak at the seam.
Rin froze when he saw you hurt. Your pained expression was genuine this time. It wasn’t big nor deep, but the cut on his conscience ran through the fibers of his bones.
“You’re such an idiot,” he started, unapologetic. His face grew into a darker scowl.
You glanced between him and your wound, before sighing. He was right, you should’ve stopped when he swatted you away in the first place. Guilt prickled inside of your cut.
Rin watched when you started to lick at the blood squeezing out, and felt the air become thinner. Ah, damn. He wants to reach out and touch you, see if you were okay. He knows you are because it was his scratch. He didn’t put a lot of force into it, and he knows that, but still…
He shifted to face you and rested his back against the armrest, hands in his lap. His tail, now tucked and curled, imitated the way he slouched into the couch cushions. He blinked slowly and huffed at the sight of you lapping out whatever blood you were squeezing out of the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Your eyes trailed back to him and took note of his guilty demeanor. He was always good at never saying what he was feeling.
You deemed the wound fine enough to leave alone and turned towards the TV again. If he wanted you to leave him alone, that’s fine. You weren’t going to move away, though.
Rin is such a big fat liar. He’s been fidgeting in his place, body still turned to you, hoping that you’d look at him again. I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, his thoughts say. He’s pushed you away now, and he doesn’t know how to pull you back in. That’s how it’s always been. He likes you and your cuddles, but it’s so overwhelming that it makes his chest want to explode and his head pound and then his hands start getting hot and sweaty and he doesn’t like that at all. He likes you, though. He does, he really does.
“Tch.” He turned his head away and looked at the TV, wondering what could possibly be more interesting. If you thought he was “so cute,” why don’t you pet him? Give him chin scratches or bury your face in his chest? He wants your attention and wants to figure out how to get it.
He lets himself grow limp and his head hits the back of the couch, cheek pressing into soft cushion as he side glances at the TV. He shifts again to sit properly— crosslegged— on the couch and sinks into the cushions again. Then he shakes his head into a whirl before calming down. Then he scratches the back of his neck.
You glance at him. He can feel your gaze.
His tail’s up and curved, a little hook at the very end of his tail. It’s only about an inch or so from your shoulder and you can’t help but pinch the tuft at the end. He twitches but doesn’t do anything except exhale.
Rin returns to his starting position, elbow on the armrest and cheek in his hand. He’s tired of you not giving him what he wants.
His eyelashes bat and flutter shut, allowing the chatter of TV to become noise static while he floats into a dreamscape. It’s a perfect land where you shower him with all the attention he wants, and he doesn’t feel like you’re gonna make his heart tear itself apart when you do.
You want him to look at you with his pout again. He’s so boring, always falling asleep.
You’re still close enough to reach out and brush his hair back, getting a good look at the long lashes that adorned his eyes. Rin’s consciousness drifted back and he slowly peeks an eye open at you. Your hand moves to scratch behind his ear again, relishing every second he allowed you to toy with his hair, before smiling up at him. He didn’t smile back.
Instead, he sat up and leaned into your hand while his brows furrowed. He never looked happy anyway, so this was a win in your book. His lips pursed while you continued, and he leaned down further until his head rested in the crook of your neck. He had to move and make his weight fall on you to get comfortable. He’s warm and heavy on your skin, his breath tickling your neck.
You parted your lips to tease his purring, but from past experiences, you figure it was best if you didn’t. Rin picked up your hesitation and turned to nuzzle his nose into you.
Don’t say anything, he prayed. I don’t think I’ll be able to take it.
You smell so sweet. You’re so cozy. Your hands feel so nice. He wants to bite you, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. He can still faintly smell your blood in the air. He still feels bad. He curls himself around you, and his tail came to wrap snugly around your waist. The end tapped softly at your skin. This is the kind of quiet he needs.
Your living room was silent save for the soft rumbling from Rin. Your hand didn’t leave his head even after you grew tired of scratching, and his head couldn’t leave your shoulder— especially when he started to drool on your clothes. He’s a messy breed, but so lovable.
。・゜・(A/N)・゜・。
Yo like idk if this was fire or complete dumpster juice vro
thinking about puppy!ness who is so pathetically whipped for you.
he devoted his life to you—pathetically in love. he would do anything.
so when you come home from class one day, frustrated and exhausted, he decides the best way to help you relax is to fix you some tea.
the roofies work quick—you’re out cold in minutes. now he can finally get his mouth on you and feel the tension leave your muscles while his hands roam your sleeping body.
what’d you expect from him? he is a dog, after all.
