Blawg

I just want to add a little introductory post for my page just because 🌚

These are some anime that I like to write for

Death note

Naruto

Attack on Titan

Demon Slayer

Blue Lock

Jujutsu Kaisen

Mha

I will respond to most asks because I like to write 🫶🏾

Any asks BUTTT incest, pedophilia, age play, noncon..

synopsis: your sweet vampire boyfriend catches another sickness and finally agrees to take some of your blood, which leads to him getting aroused and he asks for your help

pairing: sub!male vampire x dom!gn reader

smut and fluff/care??—mentions of blood, whimpering, begging, crying.. lowkey dacryphilia on my end.. kissing, praise k!nk (reader giving), handjob (reader giving) use of pet names (baby, love) use of good boy like twice, aftercare

I didn’t have anyone in mind when I wrote it but then I was like wait.. this lowkey feeling like Akaza.. but ooc a little but if you think about it..

You comforted your sweet boyfriend whose head was laying on your chest—occasionally patting his forehead with a cool, damp rag.

For the past few days, he’d been feeling quite delirious, though he consistently denied that he wasn’t sick at all. Now here he was, shivering and panting quietly as he clung onto you for dear life.

“my head.. it hurts. ‘n it’s so hot in here.” The boy whined, his hold on your shirt tightening.

“Baby.. you need to take some medicine. And you need to eat something.” You replied, having to convince him to even take his health seriously.

“I.. I don’t need medicine.. jus’ rest.. promise.” He said, his voice cracking. His chest rose up and down with every labored breath he took and he was heating up like crazy.

Not to mention how pale he had gotten. He’d nearly lost almost all of the color in his face—as if the life was being sucked out of his body.

“but you’ve been like this for almost a week.” You insisted.

“..when last did you drink?”

Almost, you hesitated to mention the forbidden topic.

He looked up at you with quickness, eyebrows slightly furrowed and a pout you can’t help but find adorable.

“I don’t remember, and it doesn’t matter because I don’t drink anymore.”

“but I’m worried. this happens so often. even if it does pass with time, it eventually comes back.” You stroked his hair gently as you spoke to him, the soft tone of your voice calming his nerves.

“no. I don’t.. I don’t do that anymore.” He said firmly, shaking his head against your chest to further show his disapproval.

He didn’t like it when you mentioned his past, which involved his regular intake of blood. When he met you, he stopped doing it. It’s not like you asked, he just.. stopped. He insisted that he simply didn’t crave it anymore but you knew that he resisted his urges for your own good.

And it had consequences.

He believed that you didn’t notice his symptoms and you fed into that narrative—to make him feel better about himself of course.

But you did notice his withdrawal symptoms, and what the blood deficiency was doing to him.

You did notice that he was having trouble sleeping at night. Always thrashing around, trying to get comfortable without waking you up, and only getting 2-3 hours of sleep each night.

You did notice that he was having cold sweats and looked restless from time to time.

And you did notice his mood swings.

But it wasn’t anger, it was his anxiety.

He seemed anxious almost all of the time, and with that came extreme neediness. He yearned for your comfort and touch so often—not that it was a bad thing, but it simply wasn’t possible for you to be with him 100% of the time, so it got difficult at times.

You tapped his forehead with the rag once more. “I know I always ask but..”

“no.. no. I won’t do it.” He declines almost immediately.

“you can take my blood. I really don’t mind if it means you’ll get better.” You insist, nearly begging at this point.

“uhn uhn.” he coughed. “I just.. I can’t do it.”

“why?”

“I.. I don’t want to hurt you. I love you, a lot. do you know that?” he says quietly.

“It’s okay, I really don’t mind at all, I want you to.” you offer again.

“It’s not a pleasant feeling. at least, that’s what it seems like.” He whispers, a sense of guilt undermining his words.

“oh my baby. I care about you so much, and if I have to endure a little bit of pain in exchange for your well-being, I’ll do it ten times over.” You place a kiss on his head and he exhales softly.

You lifted his chin with your pointer finger, and smiled at him. “you can take my blood, okay?”

His eyes widened at the thought. He hadn’t had blood in months—even, he had forgotten the taste of the rejuvenating liquid.

“baby, a-are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into anything..”

You could tell he was trying to restrain himself.

To hold back.

But he couldn’t hide the fact that he was salivating at the idea of drinking blood—not just any blood, but your blood.

“I’m sure.” You turned your head to the side and tapped on the spot you wanted him to bite.

He breathed heavily and his lips quivered, his eyes locking on the bare area.

His irises were hazy, filled with want.

He then moved in closer, hesitated, and pulled back, looking away.

“go on.” you said.

He winced in pain, grabbed his head, and turned back to you.

“please tell me to stop if it hurts.” He sighed shamefully.

He shook his head and shut his eyes tightly as he latched onto your neck—his sharp fangs piercing your flesh, causing you to wince.

You frantically tapped your foot against the floor, as he pulled the blood from your vein, a painful, burning sensation coursing through your body.

As you softly gasped in pain, the boy whimpered into your neck.

“mmf..mm.. mmmm…” he vocalized, digging his fangs in deeper. He gripped onto your shoulder tighter to stabilize himself as he drank so desperately.

And with every gulp, he rolled his hips, a movement he didn’t even realize he was doing.

You fought through the pain, gritting your teeth and clenching your fists, still allowing him to drink his fill.

He moaned quietly, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes shutting even tighter as he tried so hard to keep himself together—to keep himself from losing control.

After a few more seconds, he finally retracted his fangs from your neck, releasing you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a droplet of blood smearing faint red streaks across his face.

He nodded into your neck, whimpering a string of ‘thanks’ as he continued to roll his hips into your thigh.

You smiled, taking some deep breaths to calm yourself, when you looked down to see a tent in your boyfriend’s pants.

You laughed and looked up at him, an expression of embarrassment drawn over his face. His cheeks warmed as he looked down to see what you had been looking at.

“w-when I used to.. uhm.. drink a lot, it’d always get like this.” He whispered.

“I’m not e-exactly sure why but I think it’s because of the rapid blood intake, maybe it flows down.. there. I don’t know.” He rambled on nervously. “It’s quite uncomfortable.”

“oh..? what do you usually do to, y’know.. fix it?” You ask.

“I-I usually just leave it alone. or.. I sort of paw at it?sometimes that helps.”

“oh you poor thing. do you want me to help you?” You asked, holding his cheek in your palm as he leaned into your touch.

“please..?” He whined, gazing up at you with that desperate, needy look in his eyes. He just wanted to be babied, and taken care of by you. It was absolutely pathetic, but it just felt right. It felt right to crave your touch, and to want to be held and coddled in your arms. Even if he was bigger and taller than you, he wanted to be the little spoon.

You gently guided the boy into your lap and kissed his neck.

As you continued down the area, you softly palmed his clothed hard-on causing him to breathe shakily as he leaned back, allowing him to rest his weakened body on yours.

“h-hah..” he whimpered.

“lift up for a sec, love.” You told him and he easily complied, lifting his hips so you could slide the restraints off his body.

“good. you okay, baby?” He nodded and turned to look at you patiently.

You trailed your nail along the topside of his member, causing it to jump slightly and pulling a grunt from him.

“please.. touch me.” He pleaded quietly, and he could feel the tips of his ears warm up.

“of course. don’t worry, love.”

“and.. and p-praise me.. too..?” He was looking completely down now, averting eye contact as he requested this from you.

“mhm, I can do that too, okay?” You assured him, planting another sweet kiss on his cheek. He smiled sweetly at you and leaned his head on your shoulder.

You took his cock into your hand and began to pump him to get him acquainted with the feeling.

You moved slowly, occasionally glancing at him to make sure he was doing alright. And with his squinted eyes, you could tell he was doing better than just alright.

“so good. you’re doing so good, baby.” You cooed as you quickened the pace slightly.

“ngh.. ugh..” he moaned out into the room shamelessly.

You glided your hand up and down his shaft smoothly, the dribbles of precum being used as lube.

You pumped him at a good speed—one that wasn’t too antagonizing, but gave just enough stimulation to satisfy him.

When you reached his mushroom tip, you rolled the palm of your hand over it, causing him to arch slightly and buck his hips.

“c-can’t.. feels s’ good.” He cries out.

“hm, want me to stop? Is it too much?” You slowed your movements, anticipating his response.

“no.” He whined. “please, keep going.” He begged, even go so far as to gripping onto your wrist and move your hand himself.

With your free hand, you slithered up his shirt and gently fondled his nipples—adding a new stimulus to the equation.

He tried so hard to stifle his noises—his fangs nearly piercing his bottom lip.

And as he writhed, you spoke to him—your words dripping with honey. “you’re so cute. so sweet.. and respectful, hm?”

“ngh.. m-mhm.” he managed to say, his face flushing.

Again, you quickened the pace, causing him to cry out and bury himself into the crook of your neck. With every pump of your hand, you placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“ ‘m c-close. s’ close..” he whimpered. “please t-tell me I’m good.. again.”

“you’re such a good boy.. handling everything so well, yeah?” you cooed, dragging out the last syllables of each word.

His eyes welled up with tears at the sound of your voice and the pleasure he felt coursing through his body.

“p-please.. I’m c-cumming” he yelped, rutting his hips into your hand to intensify the friction.

“so strong and brave, hm?” you complimented.

“y-yes..t-thank you..” he whispered, clearly focused on catching his release.

He gripped onto your shirt even tighter as he rutted his hips up so desperately, almost pulling you forward with the fabric.

“oh my goodness.. so needy aren’t you?” you teased.

“sorry, hic- c-can’t.. ‘m g’na-“ he rambled, when his mouth suddenly fell agape and his head turned up to the ceiling.

A wave of hot satisfaction came over him, and cum dribbling down his jittery cock as he trembled in your hold.

He whimpered out your name as he gripped at your thighs, trying to desperately to ground himself.

With every slowing movement of your wrist, he breathed a heavy breath, his heart rate slowing down as he came down from his extreme high.

“my baby.. you did so good. you okay?” He turned to hug you as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear, just so happy that he has you to lean on.

“uhm, yeah. thank you..” he said, shying away from your eyes—something he tends to do when the two of you do something intimate. You just make him feel so hot inside and nervous, and he can’t resist breaking eye contact.

“alright. let’s get you cleaned up so you can get some rest, okay?”

You smile at him and walk him to the bathroom, careful to support his weight in case he was a little shaky and couldn’t hold himself up.

You run him a hot bath—just how he likes it, and help him into the tub after removing his shirt.

Carefully, he sinks below the surface of the water, and gazes up at you as you grab the sponge and bar od soap sitting on the ledge beside him.

He looks up at you with wide, gentle eyes that admired your every feature. He always has that lovesick gaze drawn on his face whenever you were in his field of view, as if you’d hung the stars in the night sky yourself.

You chuckled, his giggles following. “you okay in there?” You asked as you grabbed one of his arms and gently scrubbed.

“..what..? yeah, I’m fine.”

“you look a little silly when you stare at me like that.” you teased him.

“you’re so pretty though.” he said, with a tone so genuine you couldn’t help but grin.

“oh you’re adorable. I love you so much.” You said as you washed down his back for him. “you know you can come to me for whatever, right? you don’t have to hide anything.”

“I know. I’m sorry.. I didn’t tell you sooner.” He said guiltily.

“baby, you don’t have to be sorry. just for future notices, okay?” He nodded and you splashed him with a bit of water playfully.

“are you feeling any better yet?” you asked, hoping that your blood donation earlier would bring him right back up to speed.

“I think so.. my head doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“good, good.”

You took the shower head and washed him down, watching as the soap trickled off his body.

Then you grabbed the towel hanging off the rack to your left and dried him off, carefully. As you did so, he just stood there quietly and watched you work—many thoughts running through his head.

“I love you.” he said abruptly.

You stopped for a moment and looked up at him. “I love you too, baby.”

You got up from your kneeling position, and as you wrapped the towel around his bottom half, he leaned his head on your shoulder and locked his arms around your waist.

“I really do.” He said, his voice muffled.

“I know, baby. but let’s get you to bed so you can sleep the rest of your sickness off.”

“okay.”

synopsis: you come home tired from work and your boyfriend takes it upon himself to relieve some stress for you

pairing: male!character x fem!reader (any character you want; could be gn!neutral if you squint just a bit)

soft smut, like nasty smut, praise, teasing, no use of y/n, use of ‘good boy’ like twice, use of baby, fingering, kitty eating, penetration, whimpering and whining obviously, neediness, humping, lots of kissing, a little begging

a/n: I literally wrote this in one sitting because of some revelation I had but I hope it’s good

Finally, the day was over.

It just happened to be extremely stressful at work today—mountain upon mountains of paperwork that got placed on your desk—and you didn’t want anything more than to go home and relax with your loving boyfriend.

You stumbled into your house—bag in one hand, phone and keys in the other. Immediately, you kicked your uncomfortable heels off, sighing in relief.

You tossed your bag somewhere off to the side, and plopped onto the couch, finally being able to rest. You exhaled a deep sigh, placing your hand on your forehead when your boyfriend’s soft footsteps padded down the hall.

“Hey baby. How was work?” He asked, slowly walking over to take a spot next to you on the couch.

He hadn’t gone into work, as he was able to work from the comfort of your shared home today. As a result of him being home all day, he took it upon himself to clean up around the house and cook up a cute dinner.

Again, you sighed, throwing your head back. “Ugh. So tiring. Thank you baby for the dinner and cleaning up, the house looks amazing.” You kissed him softly, a way to show your gratitude.

“It was nothing, the last thing I’d want is for you to be stressed at work and at home. I’m sure you just want to relax now.” He said, gently rubbing his hand over your thigh.

“I missed you at work today. I was getting distracted just thinking about coming home to you.”

“Yeah? That’s cute. I missed you too.” He said, a grin subtly pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Missed you a lot.” He said again—this time, his voice low, and velvety. He leaned in, still holding intimate eye contact as if he was undressing you with his gaze. The gradual change in demeanor made your hear skip a beat, in anticipation of what he was soon to initiate.

“Oh..?” You said, almost teasingly, and he chuckled quietly.

“Baby.. let me take care of you.” His voice was a soft whisper against the shell of your ear. “You worked hard today.”

You snickered. “..what makes you so bold today?”

“I just wan’ to give you a break.” Slowly, he began to tenderly suckle down the side of your neck, prompting you to open up to give him a larger canvas to paint his lovely kisses on.

“You always end up doing most of the work.. let me take control tonight..” As he kissed you, he continued to caress your thigh with his hand, but teasingly crept up a little further every now and then.

You hummed quietly, which he took as a sign to keep going. If that wasn’t a sign, then the way you desperately rubbed your legs together definitely was.

“Will you let me do this for you.. please?” He pleads, even though he knows it’s a yes. Playfully, he nips the tips of your ears, and you nod your head in approval.

You can feel the cheeky grin he gives you against your skin, and he resumes his loving.

He guides you up off the couch, and pulls you into a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together in each others’ mouths.

Without thinking about it, you wrap your arms around his neck, and he lifts you up easily, carrying you to your bedroom.

Carefully, he laid you on your back onto the bed, still deep into the kiss. He cages you in, his arms on both sides of your frame. You only pull away to catch your breath, but pull him back towards you by his shirt just as quickly.

“h-hah.. so eager.” He mumbles into your mouth.

Again, you pull away. “needed this s’ bad. needed you.”

“i’m g’na make you feel.. s’ good.” He murmurs into your skin, leaving marks that will probably show up tomorrow morning but that didn’t matter right now.

He tugs at your shirt, looking up at you. “Can I..?” He asks—and of course, you nod your head, helping him take off your top and undergarments.

He leaves a long trail of sloppy kisses from your stomach up to your neck, and continues to your jawline.

Then, he moves back down to your bottom half, and gently tugs at your pant’s waistband, again looking at you for your approval.

“Baby, you can do whatever you’d like. You don’t have to ask, okay?” You assure him.

“Okay. Just let me know if it’s too much or you’re uncomfortable.”

He slowly undoes your belt, sliding the restraint right off. Your underwear follows suit. His warm breath makes you twitch in excitement.

He leaves a second train of love bites going up on your thighs. He hooks his arms under your knees to get a better grasp, licking a warm stripe up your cunt that makes you gasp. He suckles on the sensitive bud, making you to grip onto the sheets.

“s-shit..” you whimper, breathing heavily.

At first, he started slow and gentle, leaving little kisses on the tender area.

Then he got a little rougher—flicking the tip of his tongue in and out of the opening.

“a-ah.. ngh..” you moaned out, letting him know what a great job he’s doing. You could feel his saliva and your slick mixing, creating a lubricant.

You tangled your hand in his hair, gently guiding him to where exactly you wanted it. He was doing great on his own, but with your guidance, the pleasure you were feeling was euphoric.

“f-fuck.. right there..” you writhed, your hand still wrapped up in his hair. He was eating like a starved man. He must’ve done some sort of research prior.

“Mmf..g..ah..” he mumbled into your wet cunt, not able to get out any coherent words. Though he didn’t say any words, you knew exactly what he was trying to say.

You looked down to see your boyfriend with a tent in his pants. He whimpered, rutting fervently into the bed frame, searching for any sort of friction.

He stops for a moment, looking up at you with a face that just turned you on. Hazy, lidded eyes, furrowed brows, your juices dripping from his chin, and cheeky grin on his face that tells all.

Gently, he inserts a finger, slowly thrusting in and out. Your back arched slightly off the bed, causing you to moan. Accidentally, you pulled his hair, forgetting your hand was still tangled in the strands. But to your surprise, he just whimpered—even, he began to rut harder into the floor, looking for any semblance of relief.

He inserts a second finger, a loud squelching noise filling the room.

“ ‘m.. close.. feels. f-feels s’ good..” you whisper, out of breath.

“oh, such a g-good.. boy.. makin’ me feel s’ good..” the way his fingers hit your gummy walls every time made you want to scream. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, and you knew anything could tip you over.

“f-fuck..! ‘m c-cumming..!” You cry out, slightly twitching as you reached your orgasm. But he didn’t stop. He kept stimulating the sensitive nerves with his tongue and fingers until you had to gently push him off of you. As you sighed, collecting yourself, he kept whimpering and quietly crying.

He rested his forehead on his forearm, and squinted his eyes. “g-god..” he whimpered. It seemed as though he couldn’t stop his hips from moving until he reached his release. He still rutted his needy cock into the the bed frame, chasing the feeling.

“a-almost.. t-there..” you were amazed by this, it was like he had tunnel vision. He continued to thrust into nothing for another minute, before he went completely nonverbal.

“oh.. s-shit.. c-..” he started to cry, before his mouth went agape and he silently screamed. He finally caught his orgasm, angry cock releasing spurts of cum in his pants, soiling his underwear.

“seems like you needed it just as bad as me.” You tease him, still coming down from your high.

He shuddered and breathed heavily, shifting slightly to get a better view of you. “Jus’ what you do to me.. I just came in my pants.” His face flushed, and he laughed quietly, looking down at the mess he made and shaking his head.

“Can’t even keep it in your pants, love.” You taunt. You’re just poking fun but the thought of him loving you so much that he can’t control himself turns you on even more.

“Sorry. I can’t help it.” He chuckles.

“Alright. Think you’re prepped enough?” He begins to crawl over your body, caging you in.

“Oh? There’s more?”

“We haven’t even gotten to the main event, baby.”

“I didn’t think you’d be able to go any further.” You say jokingly.

“Oh, don’t insult me like that.” He slips his shirt off with your help, and tugs his sweats and boxers off, revealing an angry, dribbling tip. He’s hard as a rock.

He gasps at the chill nip of the air against his sensitive tip, and pumps himself a few times before lining the tip up with your entrance.

“God baby.. you’re so t-tight.” He huffs out before carefully inserting himself into you.

You sigh at the nice full feeling. There was no way you’d be able to hold him if he didn’t prep you prior.

“You okay?” He asks, a glint of concern in his eyes.

“Y-yeah..’m good.”

“Just tell me if I need to stop, alright?” You nod your head and he begins to slowly thrust his cock into you.

He starts slow at first, but gradually speeds up, and thrusts with more force. “t-this okay?”

“mhm..” you resort to sounds—it’s not like you’d be able to get a word out with the way he’s doing you anyways.

“o-oh you’re so.. so w-warm.. feels.. ngh..” he whimpers out. Always so vocal.

He squints, grabbing onto your waist for stability. He leans down to place chaste kisses on your chest and neck, coating each one in a layer of saliva.

His cock was filling you up so well you could almost feel it in your stomach. He never failed to make you feel good. And he looked so adorable above you. His eyes were glossy and drool was dribbling down his chin. Usually, you were on top, controlling the flow—you still are in a way—but it’s nice for him to take control once in a while.

“a little f-faster.” You plead, and your wish is always his command. “mm.. g-good.. you’re s’ cute.” your hand found its way to his cheek which you caressed. You pulled his chin down towards you to give him a sloppy kiss before gripping onto the bed sheets.

You lift your hand to trace his defined abs with your fingernail, and he shivered. As he thrusted into you, he looked like he was stuck in a trance—his eyes wide, searching your face for something unknown.

“..you’re s’ pretty baby. will n-never get.. over it.” he whines out. nervously, he closes the distance between you, and lays his head on your chest as he fucks you into oblivion.

“‘m close baby. s’.. close.” You warn him, as you hold him close to you.

The force of his thrusts were now gently shaking the bed, and he whimpered and cried into the crook of your neck. Simultaneously, he littered it with more kisses like he could never get enough of you. He was so infatuated with you he felt like an animal in heat sometimes. With your beauty, scent, the way you carried yourself, and how to took care of him, you’d kill him one day. He just had to show his love and affection in more ways than one.

“baby..‘m..!” Was all you could say before the tight coil in your core snapped.

“‘m g’na.. c-cum.. uggh..” he groaned loudly.

It just felt so good you couldn’t get any words out, just sounds. You moaned his name as he fucked you through your high. And his own.

“f-fuck..ngh..” he whined as his cock twitched, bobbing up and down. “can’t hold it.. it’s.. c-coming..”

You shook, not knowing what to do or say. The pleasure had left you in a state in which you couldn’t move nor speak. Finally, he pulled out, your cum dribbling out of your hole slowly.

After you both came down from your highs, he spun you around, so he’d be on his back and you were laying on top of him.

“You treat me so well.” You say to him, leaving more kissed all over his face.

“You deserve it all. I love you so much, you know?”

“I love you too.” The two of you laid there for a second in the comfortable silence, you in his arms.

Synopsis: you’re sick and Isagi comes to your rescue!

Pairing: Isagi Yoichi x fem!reader

No use of y/n, no smut, cute, i don’t really know how to tag this tbh

a/n: I love this boy so bad.. like deep within my soul I could never hate him ever. I love him so bad I need him 😞😞

You’ve never felt worse in your life.

From the moment you woke up, you were hit with some unpleasant congestion—rendering your ability to breathe comfortably useless. You sniffled and sniffled, but it was simply in vain.

Along with this unfortunate impairment, your eyes were itchy. So. Itchy. You could barely see. Shifting between blinking and hopelessly rubbing, your eyes just kept watering, forcing you to squint as if you’d stepped outside into the bright sun.

And maybe you had, because even without a thermometer, you could tell that your body temperature was through the roof.

Not only that, but you could’ve sworn your throat was as dry as the Sahara, if not drier. Slowly, you reached over to your bedside table where your water bottle sat—a usually swift action that this morning, was quite a difficult one. You groaned every second of it, having to occasionally take deep breaths to keep yourself grounded. Everything hurt.

After what seemed like ages, you finally reached the glorious substance. Carefully, you opened the bottle and tilted your head up, letting the cool liquid flow into your mouth. Though it didn’t do much, it did alleviate the discomfort you were feeling. It was almost as if you hadn’t drank water in days and were teetering on the edge of death—even if you weren’t, it sure felt like it.

The soreness you felt was unreal, like your muscles had be strained constantly for days on end. It simply doesn’t make sense. It’s not like you work out consistently—only ever going when you want to accompany your boyfriend, Isagi.

He goes pretty consistently—5 days a week. From the times you’ve seen him, he doesn’t usually heavy lift, but moreso focuses on his agility and endurance to keep him up to par for his soccer matches.

Matter of fact, where was he now? It just hit you that you hadn’t seen him this morning, and you wondered where he had gone. You reached over to your bedside—again, quite a difficult maneuver when you’re in this state—to grab your phone.

Subconsciously, you open the chats between you and Isagi, texting him a simple “hey.”

You waited for an eternity—it was only a minute—for your lover to text back.

Still you waited, receiving no text back, basking in what seemed like your last moments of life.

After a good ten minutes, he still hadn’t texted back. You wouldn’t put it past him that he was busy following one of the many steps of his daily routine. He’s likely practicing with his soccer peers, and you didn’t want to bother him with your situation that’d probably be solved after you took some medicine and slept it off.

Thankfully, you had some Tylenol on that bedside table. You popped two in your mouth, washing that bitter taste down with some water. Then, you flip over onto your stomach, slamming your phone down onto the mattress with a grunt.

You exhale some deep sighs before your breath finally slows, falling back into a calming lull.

It didn’t feel long before you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. Not just any ringtone, but the one you’d uniquely tailored to Isagi. Now, whenever you heard it, you knew it was him calling and you dropped whatever you were doing automatically.

Somehow, you mustered up the energy to pick up the phone. “Hello?” You said, voice quiet and raspy.

“Baby?! Hello? Are you okay? Why didn’t you answer my messages?” Isagi blurted out.

“I’m..” you paused, having to catch your breath. “I can’t-“ you began to say, interrupted by the call cutting off.

Your phone died.

“Fuck..!” You screamed, flailing your legs in frustration. Your phone dying meant you had to travel all the way to the other side of the room to plug it in. And Isagi probably now thinks you’ve been kidnapped, courtesy of the abrupt silence.

Not even five minutes after you make it to the charger, you hear a car door slam, keys dangling frantically in the front door lock.

“Baby?! Where are you?!” Isagi called, with a worry in his voice you’ve never heard before.

“Up here..!” You shouted back, in between coughs.

Isagi flies up the steps, two at a time, with a speed akin to that of Chigiri’s, and throws the door open to meet you in bed with the covers over your head.

“Baby.. what’s going on? Talk to me.” Slowly, he walks over and gently pulls down the comforter to see your face.

“ ‘m sick..” You huffed out, your breathing slightly labored.

“Oh thank God.” He sighed, placing his hands on his head. He closed his eyes and tilted his chin up towards the ceiling. “Oh thank God.” He said again.

You stared at him, confusion written all over your face. “What are you so thankful for?”

“You’re just sick.”

“I’m not just sick! I’m dying!” You cried out.

“Baby, you’re gonna be fine.” Isagi assured you. “God you don’t even understand. I was so scared something happened to you.” The boy paced around the room, explaining what had happened from his perspective.

“You usually answer my texts right away, and then you abruptly hung up on me? I was so scared. I came back home as fast as I could.”

“I was so tired. I fell asleep. And my phone died. I’m sorry I worried you.”

“I’m just so glad.. you’re okay.” The boy whispered, admiring your disgustingly sick face. You were the most beautiful girl in the world to him and he wouldn’t know what he’d do with himself if he lost you. As you’re looking at him, you notice that his eyes were a little redder than usual.

“Baby.. were you crying?” You ask him.

“What..?!! No.. I wasn’t!” With no hesitation, he jumps up to defend himself from the allegations and you can’t help but laugh at him.

“Oh, my baby.. c’mere.” You cooed at him, ushering him closer to you. “You’re so cute. You love me bad, don’t you.” You tease him just a little.

Gently, you wrap your arms around his neck and he falls into you, cradling your body as if you were something delicate. Something that could break at any moment in time.

“I really do. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something bad happened to you.” He said, your chest muffling his words and sending soft vibrations throughout your body. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You ran your fingers through his hair and your other hand down his back—something you do subconsciously that seems to calm him.

“Okay. Don’t get me sick either.” He laughs, kissing your forehead. In response, you huff, feigning annoyance—you know you could never be mad at him, not for a significant amount of time at least.

“Don’t leave, stay with me? Please?” You whined.

“Baby, I’m right here. I’m not leaving??” He gets up, placing his phone and keys down on the bedside table. “I’m just gonna go downstairs to make you some soup. Is that okay?”

“..okay..” Almost defeated, you lay there, restricted from loving your boyfriend.

“Just.. get some rest okay? I’ll be right back. I’m not leaving. Call me if you need anything. It doesn’t matter what it is.” Once more, he reassures you before tucking you under the covers and leaving the room. “We can order sushi for dinner tonight, your favorite!” He shouts as he makes his way down the stairs.