IF THE TITLE IS A LYRIC ITS GOOD LIKE 👌 CHEFS KISS

⇝ 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝓶𝔂 ⇜

characters: sub!dragons x dom!gn!reader

warnings: fluff, crack, slight angst, them being in heat, dragon anatomy so 2 cocks huehuehue, reader is very very very curious abt dragon anatomy, shy bois<33, squirting, handjob, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise, eating out, finger in vent so fingering????

notes: i was thinking over different dragon anatomies but then my mind suddenly went what if?????? inspired by @teeth-farie’s sub leviathan fic. gradient divider by @/benkeibear. im dying waiting for wuthering waves to release also jiyan might be ooc as it is written before wuwa’s release. you can think of any dragons you know or want, these were the only ones i could remember😔

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it’s not an everyday normal thing to have a dragon as a lover. more so if said dragon is seen as a high ranking being and is constantly busy while also being basically untouchable in human terms. hell, not even their fellow draconic kin aren’t able to spend time with them, much less make them put down their mask of indifference and cold stoicism.

a certain title with heavy burden, suppression of one's emotions and feelings rest atop their head, constantly forcing them to make choices based on their people and their wishes, yet never for themselves. always living up to their title and position in the society but never simply as themselves. never giving them a moment of respite, comfort, feeling of kinship or even a friend to share a cup of tea or a glass of pear blossom wine with. always a title, someone to be worshipped and admired from afar but never to get close to or to even dare touch.

except for you, you sweet human who stumbled your way into their life. quite literally. your first meeting with your draconic lover was of you stumbling down the stairs and landing in front of their feet ungracefully while they tried their best to stifle a laughter that was bubbling in their chest. who were you and where have you suddenly ungraciously fell down in front of them in a heap of mess and a single thumbs up accompanied by a muffled "i'm okay!"?

you had the body anatomy of a human. you looked like a human. you sounded like a human. but were you truly one though?

"now who are you that have discourteously decided to fall in front of me like a chipmunk would out of a tree?" they ask, doing their best to stop themselves from doubling over in a heap of a laughing mess as they reach a hand out to help you get up. their resistance only proves futile as a quiet chuckle escapes their mouth — to which they had to bite down on their tongue to not turn it into a laugh — when they see the absolute mess you have made out of yourself. hair a mess, sticking out everywhere like a bird's nest with your clothes covered in slight dirt and grime alongside a few tears here and there considering you quite literally fell down the stairs in front of them.

reaching a hand out, they help you out in taking out some stray leaves that had stuck into your hair during your tumble. all the while, you try to dust off your clothes as quickly as possible so you could apologize and thank them.

"yeah yeah, but chipmunks are cute, aren't they?" you clarify with a cheeky grin as you finally stand upright to take in the visage of your helper and the same person you just made a fool out of yourself in front of. not that you minded it that much.

oh. oh well stars have mercy, aren't they the moist celestial man you have ever laid eyes upon. it was like looking on a painting in front of you. the sunlight right behind their head, creating a halo like effect as the man smiles at you with nothing but kindness and slight amusement twinkling about in their eyes. you were pretty sure you looked like a fool right now in front of them, jaw slack as you stared at their face. for a second, the dragon was a bit concerned. did you perhaps somehow unhinged your jaw when tumbling down the stairs? but you were talking just normally a few seconds ago. or... was it because you recognized him that you had suddenly gone quiet?

he hoped not. he liked your little charismatic words and choices of being well... in a more gentler terms, weird. but in a very cute way. just like a chipmunk.

“are you—“

“god damn!! even your voice is hot” your sudden words take them back by surprise, causing them to go quiet. did you just—?

"[NAAMMMEEE]!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF YOUR OFFICE UNTIL I SAY SO!!" a third voice calls out, seemingly calling out for you. upon hearing the voice screech out your name, threatening you with paperwork, he could see you freeze up. visibly paling — if he squinted hard enough, the dragon could swear that he saw your ghost float out in a comical way — eyes widening, you glance back to the top of the stairs you came tumbling down from. just then, another person comes running in, standing atop the the stairs you just tumbled down from.

“YOU!!” the person points a finger in your direction, seemingly your boss or a coworker perhaps. but considering how you were literally shaking in your boots, this person was definitely your boss or something along those lines…

“it was nice meeting you and all, i gotta dash. i don’t wanna deal with paperwork today or ever. see ya’ around, pretty!” you manage to say in a quick heap of mess, giving the dragon a single pat on his shoulder before making a mad dash to somewhere. the dragon could only hope that you won’t get caught by your superior. though, that wasn’t the only thing on his mind.

“pretty…” you called him pretty.

it wasn’t as if the dragon never received compliments before. he did, actually. many times and so much to the point it had grown dull to him. the affirmations of his prowess or how handsome he looked nor the elegant way he dressed — they were all common to him. from his subordinates to a civilian he would pass by on the street would stop and fawn at his otherworldly visage.

yet why was it that your single compliment the one that had continued to linger on his mind? it wasn’t even the sophisticated words the poets sing nor the heartfelt way the children would cheerfully say. no, it was just how you would call a fellow human “pretty”.

a fellow being…

was that why it was so different? why it left such a deep impression on him that the dragon couldn’t help but flush as he thought about how you referred to him. not as something to revere, not as a title to bow to or a powerful being that you should walk on eggshell around. just a fellow living being with their own feelings and emotions. like… a fellow human being.

the dragon found himself unconsciously recalling the moment over and over again since then. it would come to him during meetings, during a paperwork, during a simple moment of respite and recollection.

he would catch a glimpse of a tiny chipmunk, squeaking as the little furry creature jumps between trees, and he would be reminded of you. he would see stray leaves falling from the tree and he would be reminded of you. he could just be walking around and before he knew it, he was back at the place where you two first met. the stairs you’ve stumbled down from, the underground he was standing at, the railings separating the sidewalk from the pond nearby.

“pretty” the dragon would whisper to himself, the word falling from his mouth without him knowing as he looks up at the stairs. secretly, he would hope that you you stumble down the stairs yet again. “like a chipmunk would out of a tree”.

“hey! it’s you, pretty!” as if sensing his weird newfound feeling of longing, the heavens have decided to grace his lonely soul with your lively presence once more. turning around, he could see you running over to him from the opposite end of the stairs. the dragon couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a deep and low rumbling sound coming from his chest.

“pity. i was actually waiting for you to tumble down the stairs again” he says once you were close enough, all of his attention shifting to you now. he could see you much more clearly now. there was no rush of you running away from your duties, no superior chasing you around threatening you with paperwork, nor the tumbling down the stairs. no. this time, it was just you and him. and if he strained his ears enough, he could hear the squeaks of a few chipmunks in the nearby trees.

you looked beautiful. charismatic smile and lively eyes shining up at him with a bright and bubbly personality that seemed to drag him into your depths, making him want to spend every waking moment beside you.

“oh boo-hoo. how about you tumble down the stairs next time, huh?” you groan, eyes rolling with a huff of a laughter. not even a three times of meeting and you were already joking with the dragon as if he was an old friend of yours that you met again after a long time. is this what it means to have a friend? to share laughter and jokes with teasing jabs at one another. harmless humor thrown about as you two stroll around the streets with little to no attention to your surroundings or the people staring, pointing, whispering about you two.

no. it was just the two of you. the dragon and the charismatic human.

just him and you. alongside the few squeaks of a distant chipmunks jumping about a few trees.

much time had passed since your first encounter. almost every day, at every hour, the city could see you alongside the dragon, hanging around, chattering and even gossiping as the two of you just simply enjoyed life. if one was missing, you could simply find the other around the corner.

at first it was almost sacrilegious to the people. what do you mean a mere human — a commoner nonetheless — was seen hanging around with the great dragon?! surely it must be some elaborate prank or a joke! due to that, a quarrel had broken out amongst the high standing authorities of the society or amongst those who work under the dragon’s commands. it wasn’t common to see the dragon walking amongst the common folk, no. but what was weird was the fact that the dragon seemed so… humane, as he laughed and even played pranks on some of the people with you. thankfully, it quieted down when he decided to address the arising problem at hand and peacefully settled everything. not entirely peaceful though, as some — okay maybe everyone who has the position of authority — had strongly protested against him being on a friendly level with a normal human.

too bad for them because the dragon basically told them to shut the fuck up and think of their own lives. in a very gentle and professional manner for they knew you would have jumped their asses if given the chance. that’s just how unhinged you were but it was okay for the dragon loved your little unhinged things and comments.

it was adorable to see you shuffling around with nothing in mind. just daydreaming in your head, waiting for their meeting to end so you two could go out for the promised snack run. he always loved to come from your back and swoop you up in a big hug, effectively spooking you no matter how many times he has done it in the past. he loved the little squeaks you made. the quick latching of your hands around his neck to stabilize yourself. the scolding you give him about warning you the next time he comes in to swoop you off of your feet.

endearing — that’s how you were in his eyes. a treasure to be protected. a hidden gem to be admired. the painting of an ethereal angel to be seen but never to be touched. and dragons know just what to do to keep their treasure safe.

protective hand constantly around your waist or your shoulder, keeping you close to himself. a little peck on the crown of your head away from prying eyes. sometimes, he would bare his fangs at anyone who shows hostility towards you, human hands morphing, elongating into sharp claws that could tear into their flesh. a tail wrapped possessively around your ankle or wrist, refusing to let you leave his side. though, it was always unconsciously done as the dragon would apologize with flushed cheeks when you point it out.

“your tail has a mind of its own, i swear” he could hear you mutter with a giggle, a hand running over the smooth scales of his tail that was loosely wrapped around your middle. he was lucky enough to have some peace and quiet in your presence without his servants to annoy him further. while you? he was sure that you skipped your work again to come over to him. you always seem to find a way to skip out of work.

the dragon didn’t mind. if it meant being able to see you again, he wouldn’t mind cutting out of his own work to come and visit you.

with a low rumble in his chest, he pushes his head into the crook of your neck further. tail peacefully hooked around you, his own hands in his lap as he quietly purrs in content at the feeling of your hand smoothen out his scales.

“awww, you purring?” you coo out, hearing the distinct noises he was making as he uses your shoulder as a makeshift pillow. the dragon pauses, realizing he made a mistake of letting himself get too comfortable in your hold. no doubt you would use this to tease him, and he was right when your hand came up to scratch under his chin like one would treat a cat.

“mmrrpp… nope. i have no idea what you’re talking about” he tries to deny your words, yet making no effort to defend himself as he leans further into your touch. it actually felt good to have you scratch his chin and to purr like a cat. all he got in return was a hum.

this was usually how your days went. cutting out on work, running away from your superior to pet an overgrown lizard. a very handsome lizard who loved to spoil you but a lizard nonetheless.

oh heavens have mercy, it was back. it was back and it was worse than last year’s and the dragon was silently cursing his body as he tries desperately to keep his mind grounded.

sometimes, he tended to forget just how annoying it is to be a dragon or have some sort of draconic blood in his lineage until he is reminded of it. hot, bubbling lava swirling in his stomach, his mind constantly going to the gutter as he thinks about all sorts of inappropriate things. and he wasn’t safe nor were you safe because for some reason, his mind kept creating the image of you. gentle hands exploring his flesh, teasing kisses on his elf-like ears, dirty vile whispers of how you didn’t knew he was such a pervert.

that wasn’t how the dragon wanted you to be remembered as. he wanted to keep your image clean and sweet, surrounded by nothing except flowers and gentle smiles. not his tail wrapping around your waist to make you continue to fuck his brains out until he cried dumbly.

“[name]… [n-name], forgive me…” pitiful whines spilled from his bleeding lips as the dragon tries to drown himself within the pile of pillows and blankets stacked upon his bed. how perverted must he be to think of your image in such a lewd way? he doesn’t think he can bring himself to look you in the eye the next time you meet.

knock knock!

urgent knocks sounded from the doors of his home, ones he thought he was just hallucinating in his current state. being in heat sucks as the dragon couldn’t tell if the things he was hearing were real or just a fragment created by his mind. curse his biology.

soft clicks and clacks resound into the emptiness of his home, making him perk up slightly from bed. who could it be? not everyone knew how to enter his home nor would they be foolish enough to do so during this time of the year. but there was one important person he was close to. the one person he forgot to notify of his oncoming heat cycle. the same person he gave the spare key to his house to. the same human who—

“hey! you were home along, huh? i got worried when you weren’t at your workplace the last two—“ he could hear you trail off, words getting stuck in your throat as he sees the slight widening of your eyes when you took in the scene of him just being miserable. curled up on his bed, tail flicking wildly as if he was provoked and uncomfortable. ears and cheeks flushed red with slight haze covering his usually bright and attentive eyes.

ah, he really wanted to make you see how pathetic he could get during this time of the year.

“[name]… p-please, leave. i don’t want to drag you into this mess” another whine of your name fell from his lips, this time louder than the one before.

please don’t get close, he could smell your scent and it was driving him up the walls. human hands becoming more scaled and clawed as he paws at the soft materials of one of the blankets. poorly muffled whimpers falling out as he tries to hug his tail to himself, to keep it from reaching out and hooking around your ankle like it always does. please don’t come closer, he might just trap you in his home for days until this cursed heat goes away. he didn’t wish to subject you to this torture.

“ah, right. i forgot that lizards and snakes go into heat during this time of the year” you briefly take a look at the calendar hung on the wall. the last 2 days not crossed out due to his suffering of the heat. the last 2 days you didn’t see him. at all.

he must’ve been in so much pain. whining and groaning, little growls slipping out too as he tosses and turns on his little makeshift nest. in the middle of his toss and turning, you could catch a glimpse of a small wet patch starting to form on his pants’ front. was he getting hard by just seeing you? how… cute.

“[name]! please, just leave! i can t-take care of myself” the dragon pleads, trying to shuffle away as you approach his bed to sit on the edge of it. shushing his pleas, you reach a hand out to place it over his tail that he had let go, the extra limb curling around your wrist a bit too tightly.

“hey hey.. it’s okay. nothing wrong with helping you out here, y’know? i just wanna help” you hum, rubbing small circles onto his knee where your hand was placed. you could only hope that it would soothe him and his troubled self, but it seems to have the opposite effect as he now looks pained. brows furrowed with fanged teeth chewing on his lips, so much so he was starting to draw blood. you tut softly, other hand reaching out to make him stop doing that.

it felt nice to have you here. the hand that was on his chin trailing up to smoothen out his long tangled hair. he had forgotten how much the little things can calm the nerves of his as he leans into your touch. you were here. reassuring him, being understanding as you suggested helping him. what did the dragon ever did to deserve you?

swallowing the saliva in his mouth, he gave a little nod, signaling that he had decided to accept your offer of help. you give him a small smile, to which he reciprocated with shaky, bloodied lips. it took some effort to help him get rid of his pants, his tail getting in the way over and over with how it refused to stay still. it even knocked down the bag of little groceries you brought when you first walked in. the dragon apologized, saying he had barely to no control over his tail during this time. you only chuckled at that, kissing his cheek as a move of comfort.

“you mind if i take these off too, pretty?” you thumb at the hem of his boxers, looking into his eyes for a sign of rejection. gods, he forgot how much he loved that nickname. breath getting caught in his lungs from hearing it in such a loving way, paired with how careful you were with him.

he gives a little nod and you take off his boxers, throwing it to the side with his pants.

oh? what an unexpected sight.

what you thought would greet you with the typical human male anatomy, instead there was a vent like opening. slightly puffy with a bit of scales on the sides in a seemingly protective layer, a little bud on top similar to a clit and wetness dripping from it and down to the sheets. you would have never thought that dragons would have such an interesting anatomy.

tentatively, you run the tip of your forefinger over the slit, softly prodding them in an opening motion to see how he reacted. he only flinched, soft whimpers falling out. he was so wet too.

“does every dragons have an anatomy like this? does it hurt when i do this?” you ask curiously, unable to tear your eyes away as the slit seem to pulse gently, opening up and closing, almost like the soft fluttering of a butterfly wings.

“i think so… maybe? and no, it doesn’t hurt. don’t worry” he reassures you, finding your genuine curiosity endearing. even in a moment like this, you were being so thoughtful. so gentle. so kind and understan—

“can i lick it?” sigh… he should have seen it coming because you had this tendency to not think before you speak, therefore resulting in moments of unhinged words and actions. but the thought was one he was willing to entertain. none of his former lovers had tried to lick his vent before and it would be a new experience. out of his comfort zone but that’s how new experiences are like.

giving you a nod, he gets comfortable on the bed as he opens his legs to you more, watching with dilated pupils as you settle between them. soft kisses to his thighs got him heaving a breath he didn’t knew he was holding, muscles loosening in relaxation as he waited. you took your time. soft kisses trailing from his thighs, to some little scars before finally reaching his vent. in a way to test the boundaries, you gave a few kisses to the scales, the little bud that resembled a clit before licking a stripe up his slit, tasting the slick that was gathered there. he tasted oddly sweet. like honey that was left in room temperature for a bit too long. you could feel like legs jerk, threatening to close around your head.

“s-sorry… not used to it” he mutters under his breath, to which you only hum softly. placing your forefinger and middle finger on both sides of the vent, you make a little spreading motion. gentle little licks turning more greedy as you give his insides a few licks. the dragon lets out a loud whine at that, throwing his head back on the pillow as a clawed hand comes down to fist at your locks.

he didn’t had plushie insides, if anything, you were pretty sure you felt scaled limb move inside his vent. the scales similar to the soft ones that were on the outside of his vent. maybe it was the same thing? in an effort to satisfy your growing curiosity, you push your tongue inside a bit more, prodding at the soft scaled limb slithering inside.

“gyaAANH—! w-wait a minuuyygkk♡︎♡︎ [n-name]♡︎!” he yelps loudly, his legs finally wrapping around your head as he writhes on the bed. more of his delicious juices spill out, dripping down your chin and to the bedsheets. it was a bit too much for him. this was first time allowing his vent to be eaten out and you were such a curious little human who kept pushing him to limits of pleasure he never knew existed. hell, he didn’t even knew he could let out a squeal like that before.

meanwhile, the poor pent-up dragon weakly bucks his hips into your mouth more, you only continue with your little research. pushing your tongue inside, licking up his insides as you push his vent open more with your fingers. by now, you have come to the conclusion that this slick gushing into your mouth was his precum. at least, what can be considered as a precum in dragon terms.

eyes focusing on his pretty face twisting in pleasure, you felt giddy with how easily you could make him crumble. such a strong and intimidating dragon, only to turn into a moaning mess when you eat out his vent. it was endearing to see how much he trusted you.

continuing to prod and lick at his vent, the insides and the little nub resembling a clit, you watch in fascination as his slit becomes more loose. the scaled limbs that were slithering inside now starting to push out, prodding past the protective scales of his vent opening. oh, it was his cock you were prodding at when you were eating him out.

wait no. cocks.

sitting upright, wiping the mess he made on your chin, you coo words of comfort as his cocks slowly comes out of his vent. helping him with it, pushing his legs open each time he tried to close them because everything felt too much for his overly sensitive body. one was a bit bigger than the other, soft, glistening scales that were the same color of his tail on the base that slowly turned into his human skin. the scales were soft, barely noticeable but definitely sensitive as he kept twitching whenever you ran your finger over it.

“they’re pretty” you remark with a smile, fingertip trailing from the base of his bigger cock to the tip, teasing his tip with a light few taps. he could only jerk at that, whining softly at the feeling of your hands on him.

oh gods, was this real? your hands were on him. on his body. on his cocks. you were touching him, helping him out during his heat. you… he wondered if you would allow him to scent you. maybe leave a mark or two on your neck. perhaps if he begged enough times, you would allow him to touch you too—

“aangh—! [name], don’t just touch them like.. that… aaanghh haah s-so soft♡︎” he trails off into a quiet moan, his claws digging into the pillow under his head for stability as you finally wrap your hand around his cock. softly stroking it, occasionally swiping your thumb over the leaking tip to make him squirm. your hand was so soft. so loving in the way it handled his cock. were you not taken aback by how weird it was? how inhuman they were? he isn’t surprised that you aren’t. you find almost everything interesting, and his body was one of them.

“easy, pretty. deep breaths, i got you” he could hear your words over the soft moans of his own unrecognizable voice, so shy rather than the commanding authoritative tone it usually has. all he could do was nod his head, no thoughts in his mind as he allows you to take care of him. you can take care of him just fine, he knows that better than anyone.

“f-feels.. good. love uungk♡︎ the way your haaanhhg h-hand feels♡︎♡︎” he stutters over his words, barely able to let out a single sentence without tripping over his own breath. how could you be so good to him? stealing his breath away from the moment you first stumbled your way into his life until now, in his bed, taking care of his sensitive body.

all the while, you kept a close eye on his vent. the soft fluttering it occasionally does whenever your thumb would swipe over his pretty pink tip, whenever you would add pressure to the prominent vein under his mushroom tip. it seemed sensitive too. and neglected too as it continues to drip with the slick he was gushing over your face just moments ago.

switching between his two cocks, trying to give attention to both of them, your free hand grazes over the lip of his tent. almost as if sensing your curiosity, the poor thing opens up a bit more as if asking you to push your finger inside it. but was that possible? judging from the size of the slit opening, you could tell it wasn’t fit for taking things inside other than his own cocks. but there was still some space left. maybe you could give it a shot.

“breathe for me, pretty. you’re doing so good. that’s my sweet dragon” words of praises continue to fall from your lips, clouding his mind more and more with each word. so much so to the point he couldn’t tell that he came on your hand already. using his moment of distraction, you ease your finger inside slowly until the first knuckle.

“aaNNGH—?! [n-name] what’re yo-oouugnnh—! h-heavens, what—♡︎♡︎ what are aaAMH♡︎ MYAANGH MMRPP♥︎?!” immediately, he started to thrash around on the bed. choked pleas of stopping, asking you what you were doing and soft sobs falling from his lips as his legs shake like a fawn’s. what were you doing to him?! it felt like a hot bubbling lava was swirling in his stomach, ready to burst at any moment. what is it that you were doing? he— he couldn’t bring himself to see it, afraid that if he does, he might let out a sound that he never let out before.

but that dam he was trying so badly to hold back broke when you eased your finger into the second knuckle. shaking legs weakly kicking at the bed, tail coming up to wrap around your wrist in a tugging motion into the vent while he arched his back so prettily, letting out a damn squeal as his cocks squirted over his stomach and to his chin.

“oh, look at you! gods, you’re so damn ethereal, darling. i fucking love seeing you like this” you say in excitement, watching as his dilated pupils turn into a heart shape while fat globs of tears start to roll down his cheeks. he was really sensitive huh?

softly, your finger explore the insides of his vent. tentatively stroking his inner vent until you came across a soft spongy spot inside. it felt oddly gummy, very little but still there. curious about what it was, you give it a little stroke, watching as your dragon squirts yet again. his legs wouldn’t stop shaking and twitching, body writhing on the bed so cutely as he blabbers about some unintelligible things. you could faintly make out your own name and things about hitting his soft spot.

“[n-nAME]!! STOOHPPP SHTOP STOHP EECK♡︎♡︎!! t-too much f’ meeaannnhhg♥︎ t-too much too muchtoomuchtoomuUUNGK!! GYUUCKKK—♥︎♥︎!!” your sweet darling cries out, sobbing as his claws reach out to your hands, digging into the flesh there. it didn’t help that your other hand was still stroking his poor cock, making his orgasm longer than it ever has been before.

he was going crazy. he would die! if you kept stroking his cock while fingering his soft spot inside his vent, he would surely go crazy from the sheer amount of pleasure!! he can’t take more—

“c-can’t—! can’t squirt ‘nymoowwhr♡︎ [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [name]!! [naMEE]♥︎♥︎” the dragon trails off, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as your name falls out of his mouth in a gibberish mantra. oh, how adorable he was, jaws slack open as he drools, crying about not being able to squirt anymore when his cocks easily does it for him.

“shh shhh… easy, love. easy” you shush his shrill moans, kissing his pointy ears as his tail refuses to let your finger out of his vent. how cute. he was such a contradiction, it was adorable. but you could see he had never received such amount of pleasure before as the grip of his claws on your hands loosen, blurry heart shaped pupils staring at you with no thoughts in his head.

“you can take another finger, right?” you ask, wincing slightly when his tail wraps entirely around your forearm now.

“[n-name]…! [naaammeee]—! m-mate♡︎♥︎♥︎” your sweet dragon trails off, nothing behind those hazy eyes of his as he only slurs out your name and the word mate over and over again.

he can definitely take another finger.

The Background Character is Avoiding Death in This Life!

Dying? Hard. Reincarnating into a dating sim? Even harder. Doing everything to prevent your predetermined tragic fate? Might as well give up at that point. The bell tolls for you, but you refuse to let it claim you just yet!

(Leona Kingscholar x Reincarnated!Reader)

A/N: I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, but the implication here is that the reader is afab/capable of becoming pregnant and giving birth.

The carriage jostled over gravel as you sat there in silence, clothed in pure white. A marriage to a man you've never met. One that you had done everything you could to prevent.

Waking up with memories of your past life wasn't the worst thing in the world, at least at first. As the third born Royal of the empire, you weren't given many duties, nor were you interested in competing for the throne. All you had to do was study (which you did with ease thanks to your past life), attend balls and tea parties (which at the very least served delicious food), and survive without falling victim to a plague (and the holy magic in this world, thankfully, made this task as easy as the rest). That was until your world came crashing down.

Outside politics weren't much of an interest for you. All you knew was that your older brother, the Second Prince, was a general who would fight and win wars alongside the Emperor, your father. Until you learnt of the development of a protectorate, representative of an alliance between seven kingdoms.

The Night Raven Protectorate was established in Imperial Year 1302. You had just turned 17, and realized who you were.

NRP: Battles of the Heart! was a tactical rpg with dating sim mechanics you had played in your first life. It wasn't the best game, but the art and soundtrack were lovely, the characters were nice to look at, and the gameplay was good enough. Here's the problem: the characters in nrpBoH (as the fandom called it) were at war. War with the Empire you currently resided in. A war the character you were reborn as had inadvertently caused.

The Third Royal of the Empire was engaged and promptly married to Leona Kingscholar, the only Duke of the Sunset Savanna. The two resided in the Night Raven Protectorate, as Leona had been chosen as a diplomatic envoy for his kingdom while his brother Farena, the crown prince, remained in the capital. Leona worked alongside the other diplomatic envoys of the alliance: Crown Prince Riddle Rosehearts, Marquis Azul Ashengrotto, Marquis Kalim Al-Asim, Duke Vil Schoenheit, Duke Idia Shroud, and Crown Prince Malleus Draconia, to establish unity and peace across their kingdoms.

The Third Royal died a year into their marriage with Duke Leona. The Empire, distraught at the loss of one of their royal family, declares war two years later. The Hero of nrpBoH arrives a year before the war starts, and ultimately helps the Seven Kingdoms win the war, capturing the hearts of the envoys and their closest aides on the way.

Essentially the timeline was as such: 1304 > you get married to Leona 1305 > you die 1306 > the Hero arrives and charms the cast of nrpBoH 1307 > the Empire declares war 1315 > the Seven Kingdoms defeat the Empire with the hero's aid, and everyone lives happily ever after

What do you mean you die before the events of the game even start?! And, just to make things even worse for you, your character was barely mentioned and the circumstances of their death were never discussed! Obviously it must have been suspicious, why else would the Empire declare war?! And why was it so easy for your husband, of a year, to get over you and date some floozy so soon after your death!

Okay maybe that last one was stretching it a bit, after all, it's not like Duke Leona had ever loved the Third Royal. When asked in game, all he said was that "They were a suitable partner for me. What, jealous? My heart will always belong to you, herbivore." with a cocky smirk on his face!

And so, you made it your life's goal to do anything to stop your marriage to the Duke from going through. You took a bigger interest in politics, encouraged the Crown Prince to form diplomatic alliances. Hell, you even got your brother, the warmongering Second Prince, the hardest boss in the game, to return home from the battlefield for the first time since he left at 16!

Yet every single action you took ultimately amounted to nothing. Your father, the Emperor, declared that you would marry Duke Leona to solidify the Empire's alliance with the Seven Kingdoms, and that was that.

You had begged and pleaded of course. Both the Crown and Second Princes had fought your father on this decision. Hell, even your younger brother, the Fourth Prince, had argued against the necessity of a marriage alliance. But your father's word was law, and so you were sent to the Night Raven Protectorate clad in your pure white garb, with nothing but your carriage, your luggage, and an entourage of guards and servants who would leave you at the border.

Which brings you back to the present. Slumped over in a grand carriage, with nothing to do but embroider and scheme. Your brothers were not even permitted to attend the wedding (at the Kingscholar family's request and the Emperor's decree), and none of your personal servants were allowed to join you in the protectorate.

So here you were, alone and unsure of if you could even avoid the wretched fate you'd been saddled with. If you couldn't prevent your marriage, were you just destined to die once a year was up? Would any of your actions even prevent the war that would happen in three years?

The carriage stops, and the coachmen knocks on the door to inform you of your arrival to the Night Raven Protectorate. You thank him and listen to the horses being switched out, your guards and maids leaving with the coachmen as your new one announces his presence to you.

"Ruggie Bucchi greets Your Highness." A voice calls out from behind the carriage doors. The windows are veiled, but you can make out the silhouette of a thin beastman with rounded ears. "I will be bringing you to the Duke's Estate to prepare for the wedding."

You sit there and try to ignore your world splitting into pieces. Dread curls in your stomach. You don't reply.

A beat of silence as your new coachman awaits any questions from you, before you watch his shadow pass over and the carriage start to move once more. The ride is much smoother this time. It does nothing to stop your shaking.

You didn't even have a second to compose yourself upon arriving at the Duke's Estate. A whirlwind of maids and valets descended upon you to prepare you for the wedding. You were bathed, dressed and had your make up done over the course of hours, the day going from early morning to evening without you even having a bite to eat, lest you risk 'ruining your figure'.

Your wedding garments were traditional to the empire. Shining white and decorated with diamonds as a display of wealth, a delicate veil hiding your features from the world. The servants beamed in pleasure as the head maid sang praises to your beauty.

"Trust me, Your Highness. His Grace will not be able to keep his hands off of you during your wedding night!"

You doubted it. If Leona had been spending regular nights with the Third Royal, a mention of their pregnancy would have been somewhere in the game (after all, the death of his unborn child would have made his backstory all the more tragic). But you took their praise with gentle nods and thanks, waiting until you would be led to the altar.

A knock on your door came a moment later. "Sir Jack Howl wishes to greet Your Highness and escort you to the altar."

You stood up and let a maid open the door for you. A wolf beastman dressed in armor stood before you, his ears twitching as he offered you the crook of his elbow. You took it with grace, each step making the death knell in your ears ring ever louder.

The Duke's estate was large enough to host hundreds of servants, but thankfully someone had the forethought to dress you in a guest room close to where the wedding would be held. Your garments were made for you to be displayed, as evident by how hellish it was to walk in them, the weight of them making each step feel laborious. Sir Jack graciously matched your pace, the heels of your shoes clicking against tile as you reached the altar.

Your husband-to-be stood in front of you, dressed in Empire wedding garments. Based on the in-game marriage cg, you'd expected him to be wearing the colorful wedding attire of the Sunset Savanna. Yet he stood in front of you, clad in black.

You thought it was fitting for him to be clad in the colors of a reaper. His green eyes pierced through your veil, flitting over the death grip your hands had on your bouquet before returning to the priest, looking ever so slightly bored.

The two of you stood through a lengthy speech about the union of two countries and the solidification of the alliance between the Empire and the Seven Kingdoms. Sir Jack stood behind you in parade rest, while a blond beastman stood behind Leona in a more lax pose.

A quick glance through the crowd saw that the rest of the game's main cast, from Crown Prince Riddle to Sir Sebek, all sat in the cathedral, with Crown Prince Farena sitting with his wife and son at the back. It was, by all means, a perfect imperial wedding.

Eventually, the priest's prattling stopped as he gestured for the rings to be presented to the betrotheds. The rings were simple. Gold bands rested on a white velvet pillow in a white cathedral adorned by white flowers on white tile and-

"-take Leona to be your husband in life, death and the lands that lay beyond?" The priest gazed at you, and you snapped back to attention.

"I do." You said in a lilting voice, taking the ring and placing it upon Leona's ring finger as he did the same to yours.

You couldn't hear what the priest said next through the pounding of blood in your ears, the polite applause in the cathedral barely registering.

Sir Jack offered you his arm once more, and you took it to be readied for the reception.

You could faintly make out Duke Leona being surrounded in congratulations from his friends and colleagues. You glanced at Sir Jack through the veil, and for a second saw your second brother instead.

Your heart ached in time with your hollow steps.

Here's the thing: Out of all the diplomatic envoys, the only one you could ever be married to was Leona.

The Emperor never had a blood heir, his kind heart instead adopting children he'd find during his conquests of other lands. Neither you nor your brothers had a drop of royal blood.

The nobles of the Empire took issue with that, or they did when the Crown Prince was adopted. The Emperor's threats quickly shut them up.

The Empire would not accept you being married to anything less than another land's prince, but the Queendom of Roses and Briar Valley would never accept one of common blood on the throne.

Leona was the only option for you to marry to solidify your lands' alliance.

(It was too bad the Third Royal's death caused the alliance to dissolve anyways)

The wedding reception was a blur to you. Faces passed by and congratulated you and Leona (mostly Leona), presenting gifts upon gifts as the hours ticked by. Marquis Kalim offered you a littany of jewelry. Prince Riddle gave you books on the history and etiquette used throughout the Seven Kingdoms. Duke Vil gifted you a variety of beauty products, with a guide for when and how they should be used.

You could barely eat the wedding food provided to you. You numbly watched your husband scarf down his steak, avoiding each and every vegetable. A flicker of amusement ran through you at that, and a smile quirked up your lips.

Duke Leona noticed, of course. "What're you smiling at?" He asked, voice flat.

You ducked your head down at that. "I simply was admiring how gracefully you cut your steak."

A moment of silence as he looked at you before he went back to eating without a word.

The Third Royal's death in nrp14 was rarely brought up. There were two things the playerbase knew about it:

It happened on the exact anniversary of the wedding

The Empire found it suspicious enough to declare war against the Night Raven Protectorate, and by extension, the Seven Kingdoms that the Protectorate belonged to.

A suspicious death was all you had to go off of. The Third Royal was likely murdered, and all you knew was when it happened. Honestly, it might not have even been a quick assassination. It could have been a gradual poisoning that eventually killed them on the day of their anniversary, a 'quiet' heart attack, hell it could have been a freak horse riding 'accident' for all you knew.

The Empire declaring it suspicious was, in itself, suspicious. It might have been a genuine accidental death, but was a convenient excuse to declare war. It might have even been your own Empire that killed the Third Royal for this reason.

All you knew was when you were meant to die. Therefore, everyone was a suspect. If Duke Leona did it (which, judging from how flippant he was about his spouse, he very well might have), then all you could do was be the model spouse in hopes to please him. If one of the other diplomatic envoys did it, then you have to make yourself invaluable to their diplomatic maneuvers to avoid it. If the Empire did it-

If the Empire did it, then you had to make yourself as nonthreatening as possible to it.

The room you shared with Leona was beautiful. A wide balcony adorned with plants opened the room up, letting you watch the night sky. The bed was grand, populated in numerous feather-soft pillows. Colorful rugs, trademarks of the Sunset Savanna's weaving expertise, lay across the floor. A carved chessboard and pieces rested on the table.

Leona noticed you looking at it. "D'you play?" He said as he threw his court coat across the room without care.

You brushed your fingers over the pieces. "Not really, Your Grace. That was more of my brothers' thing..."

Leona's eyes trailed you as you carefully placed your veil on a sofa cushion, before he turned away as you started to fiddle with the clasps of your outfit.

He spoke up after a moment. "I didn't ask if your brothers played." You heard the rustle of clothing as you put on your nightwear. "I asked if you played."

"I do, but I'm not very good at it."

"I'll be the judge of that."

He strolled over to the chessboard, clothed in a thin silk shirt and pants. He gestured for you to sit across from him as he reset the board, black facing him.

You moved your white pawn to D4, wondering if this would be your wedding night. A preferable outcome, really. You barely knew Leona. Plus he might kill you if you performed badly enough. You chuckled at the thought.

Leona raised a brow. "Something funny?" Knight to F6.

"Just a passing thought, Your Grace." Knight to H3.

A grunt of acknowledgment. Pawn to D5.

You played through a few more moves before speaking up again. "Is this..." You tossed the words around in your head. "Will you be..." Your fingers brushed over the queen.

"If you're asking about our wedding night, I'm plannin' on sleepin' after this." He tapped his finger on the table as he waited for your next move.

"I-" Thank you, you wanted to say, but you moved your pawn to H4 instead.

He checkmated you with ease, barely losing any pieces. But instead of gloating, he simply went to bed, expecting you to follow.

Being the master of the duchy was different from being a royal. You were in charge of managing all the internal affairs, while Leona was in charge of the external ones. While this would usually mean that you'd be managing the servants and budget of the Duke's Estate, in your case it meant that you were doing not only your paperwork, but the late paperwork Leona had neglected to do.

You looked at the towering stack of paper leaning against the desk in your new office. It would take more than a week to get through all that.

Ruggie laughed nervously by your side. "The rest is in Leona's office."

You sighed and reached for a quill. "Right. Shall we get started then?"

Sir Jack, who you soon learnt was Leona's most trusted knight, and Ruggie, Leona's aide, were invaluable to you running the duchy as smoothly as you did. While Leona napped, you had Ruggie deliver the needed letters and replies to the other diplomatic envoys. While Leona trained the knights, you were stamping all the paperwork he hadn't finished the day before. And when Leona finally entered the office, you were hurrying down a lunch you barely had enough time to eat.

Still, you never said a word about it to Leona, even when the workload threatened to swallow you whole.

You needed to be a model spouse; to be invaluable to the duchy. If you did most of the work, then what reason would Leona have to kill you? If he did, then he'd be the one stuck doing paperwork in the office all day.

...You barely had time to eat dinner with him. You entered the bedroom hours after he went to bed, and woke and ate breakfast when the sun rose.

You would be running on fumes soon, and there was nothing you could do about it. Ruggie started to slip you snacks during the lulls between one stack of paperwork and the next. Jack started pulling you away every so often, if only for a few minutes, just so you could get some sunlight.

It still wasn't enough to get you to leave your office for more than an hour or two each day. The paperwork seemed never ending, impossible for one person to do. Until, eventually, Leona stepped in.

"I'll do that." He muttered as he swiped a pile of paperwork off your desk.

You blinked through bleary eyes. "There's no need, Your Grace. I can-"

"Where'd this 'Your Grace' stuff come from." He shot back. "Call me Leona."

"I- fine. I can get through that stack of papers Leona, there's no need for you to burden yourself with it."

His tail swished as he glared at you. "Then why're you the one doing it? If it's a burden, then give it to Ruggie or someone."

"...Because it is my duty as the Duke's Spouse to complete any paperwork necessary to the functioning of the Duchy." You tucked your hands in your lap, twisting your fingers through each other in a facsimile of a hand holding your own.

"Is that so?" A dangerous smirk played at your husband's lips. He started to glance through papers, separating them into two piles.

"I- Your Grace- What are you doing?"

He didn't reply, merely continuing to sort through the stack on your desk.

Was he seriously going to ignore you until you called him by his name? What kind of immature, childish-

"Leona, what are you doing?" You asked through gritted teeth.

"Makin' sure you're only doin' paperwork necessary to the functionin' of the Duchy, dearly betrothed." He replied with ease, holding the larger stack of papers in his arms.

"But- you- let me do the larger stack at least, you're already so busy-" You attempt to appeal before you are cut off.

"Busy doin' what? Sure, my naps are incredibly important." Leona ignored Ruggie's eye roll. "But I'm sure I can fit in time for this somewhere."

You gnawed at your thumb, before trying again. "There's really no need, I've been managing fine on my own-"

"Ruggie told me you fainted yesterday." Leona's eyes flashed as the room turned cold. "I'm not lettin' you do this at the expense of your health."

"It was only a minor occurrence, really I'm fine! I'll take better care of my health, just let me-"

"Why are you so insistent on this?" You froze, and Leona's eyes saw right through you. He scoffed. "You don't need to be walkin' on eggshells around me all the time. I can handle my own work."

"Obviously not if you let it pile up to this point!" You snapped back, teeth digging through the flesh of your thumb. "If you don't want to do it, then why not let me? You can keep your naps, and I can do the work, that's perfectly alright with me!"

"And watch my spouse waste away? I barely see you at dinner, and when I do you're picking at your food like some kind of bird. You barely eat, you barely sleep, Sevens, you barely even talk to me!" You flinched at Leona's raised voice, and he paused, taking a breath. He continued with a gentler tone. "We may not have married for love, but I expect a life partner. I don't want to watch my spouse overwork themselves to the grave just to please me, okay?"

You hesitated, scanning his face for any hint of a lie. Leona's eyes met yours, a steady green. "Alright. But, in exchange-" You looked at him for any sign of objection before continuing. "I- I want to help with your diplomatic envoy meetings." At his crossed arms, you struggled for an explanation. "It doesn't even have to include me being present, I can just help with your appeals. I don't even have to look at any of the documents I just-"

"It's a good idea." He stopped your rambling with a raised hand. "The others've been asking how you were doin' anyways."

"I- really?"

"Why'd you ask if you didn't even think I'd say yes?"

You ignored his snarky comment and moved past your desk, legs shaky like a newborn fawn. Still you persevered, Leona moving closer to hover over you. You grasped his hands in yours, ignorant to the shocked expression that flitted over his face. "Thank you thank you thank you! I won't disappoint you, I promise!" You squealed as you bounced up and down.

Now you just have to make yourself useful to the envoys, and that's two death flags down! Leona seems to care about your continued well-being, which removes him from the culprit list. Jack was way too noble to even think about hurting you (He almost cried when he saw the slight bruise around your wrist. He had gripped you a little too hard to save you from falling during your fainting episode.). And Ruggie saw you as a comrade against the paperwork Leona kept leaving for him to do. (He had cried tears of joy when the two of you had gotten through that first stack. Apparently it had been tormenting him for a month.).

If things kept going your way, then you could probably prevent the entirety of the main cast from killing you. Then, it's just making sure to stay far, far away from the Empire until the year is over.

You will get through this year! And then, once the hero arrives, you can take a backseat and graciously allow Leona to pursue them, then return to the Empire with a war averted, divorce papers in hand! You just have to continue to be useful to the main cast, before taking a bow and exiting stage left.

Surely you could just get through your lines without issue. Right?

Leona frowned as he looked at your hand. Your thumb was bleeding. He glanced at Ruggie, and with a tilt of his head the hyena was off to grab you some gauze.

An unbidden, soft smile came to his face as he basked in this moment with you. He'd been apathetic to this union from the moment it was clear he'd have to marry you, a royal he'd never even seen before. But looking at you, you with your bright smile and your warm hands around his, he could admit to himself that a marriage with you as his spouse couldn't be too bad.

A/N: And that's a wrap folks! I'm not sure if I will be continuing this story, I mostly wrote it to get it out of my system, but if people seem interested in a continuation, I might write one. If you can't tell, this is based off of the many, many otome isekai manhwas out there. If you're looking for a fluffy one like this story, I recommend "The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!!". You can read it ad-free on mangadex.org <3

So I've been thinking a lot about the tally

I think it's safe to assume that these numbers cover only their 3 years of high school - Hinata says later on that he hasn't counted his beach volleyball games yet. Meaning, they got into roughly ~2200 competitions over the course of three years, though not all of them were volleyball games (they also compete in races, and other silly things like who can eat faster and etc.)

(It's a little unclear whether the tally only accounts for wins when they're competing against each other, though - I'll assume that's the case since it'd be kinda unfair otherwise lol)

BUT. Here comes the interesting part. This is their updated tally, as of 2022 (the All-Stars special match):

According to the Haikyuu wiki, the Black Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers game happened in November 2018. The All-stars match happened in August 2022. That's about 45 months later - meaning, they got into another 1852 competitions in the span of almost four years.

But, but.... before, during high school, these morons saw each other almost every single day. They competed on almost EVERYTHING, and averaged a total of 2 competitions per day.

Now, though- they lived in different cities during Hinata's first year in the V.League, and after that Kageyama moved to Italy. As of 2022, Hinata is back in Brazil playing for Asas São Paulo. Meaning, for the better part of these last 4 years, these two weren't even in the same country.

And yet they kept the tally going, counting almost religiously. So that's 1852 competitions over 45 months - average of 1,37 competitions per day. Meaning, on average, Hinata and Kageyama must've talked to each other at least once a day, for four years, to update their tally.

TL;DR they probably talk to each other regularly and that makes me so happy. Even though they're not in the same team (or even the same country) they still keep thinking about each other every. single. day.

Guess who forgot their password and cried 4 nights straight🤭🤭

NEWLYWEDS - HQ BOYS

-> daily life with the hq boys after you two have gotten married!

ft. osamu miya, tetsuro kuroo, shinsuke kita, kiyoomi sakusa, koushi sugawara

OSAMU: coming into onigiri miya had been your daily ritual since you first started dating samu—so that most definitely didn’t change when you both got married. you walked into your husband’s restaurant and he smiled when he notices that it’s you walking in.

you lean over the front counter and smile up at him. “miss me?”

he hums in response. “your usual?”

you nod, taking a quick look around to see if anyone was around. luckily for you, it was mid-afternoon and the lunch rush had just ended. before osamu could turn around to start up your usual order, you pulled him by the collar of his uniform and let your lips gently press into his.

you pulled back and flashed him a quick, satisfied smirk before you found yourself a seat at a nearby table, watching as samu chuckled to himself as he went back to start your order.

after a few minutes he walks back out with your special order in his hands.

“here ‘ya go, babe,” he smiled.

you laughed. “thank you very much, ‘samu.”

you turned back to your phone as you aimlessly scrolled through it. picking around at your food, you finally looked down and noticed what samu had written on your napkin.

“for my wife<3”

it really did have a nice ring to it.

TETSURO: your afternoons consisted of one of two things: bringing kuroo lunch to his office, or meeting him for lunch on the off chance that he didn’t have a stack of paperwork to go through that afternoon.

today had been a long day for him, and it wasn’t even over yet. luckily for him, it had been your day off and you had spent most of your morning preparing the most delicious bento to bring your husband for lunch today.

you made your way past the front desk and softly knocked on kuroo’s office door. you heard a muffled, come in!” from inside. taking that as your invitation, you walked into his office.

you smiled, teasing, “delivery!”

he looked up at you and smiled. “oh? and what do we have here?”

“rice and tonkatsu!” you beamed. “made it all myself this morning.”

you walked up and placed the bento on his desk, setting the bag beside his desk. you sat on the corner of his desk.

he hummed, opening the bento. “tell me about your day?”

“okay! so i started with dishes. which reminds me, no more late night food making in my clean kitchen, tetsuro— i mean it! and, well, then i—”

he smiled at everything you said, still working on the paperwork in front of him. but listening to you made it all so much easier.

SHINSUKE: being married to kita meant early mornings. he’d get up before dawn to tend to the rice fields and wouldn’t get back till the afternoon, leaving you home alone for most of the morning.

like clockwork, your husband hit up at 5am and got dressed to head out towards the field. you smiled to yourself as you felt him place a gentle kiss on your forehead, just before he made his way out the door. rolling out of bed you walked towards the kitchen and made yourself a cup of coffee—the only way you were going to survive the early morning.

you made your way onto the front porch and curled up on the stairs below, watching as your husband walked back and forth down the rows of the rice field. he was too far out and too preoccupied to even notice you.

soon as your cup of coffee was gone you got up and headed back inside to get started on house chores. kita was a man of routine. he believed in doing things consistently and effectively. but, today, when your husband comes back from his long hours out in the rice fields, all his chores will have been done for him. that way you can have him all to yourself for the rest of the afternoon.

free to hold; free to kiss. all yours, just for today. or for as long as he’d have you.

KIYOOMI: sure, to anyone else, your husband didn’t seem like the sweet, loving type. but, deep down, he really could be.

on his off days from volleyball, he’d be the one home most of the day while you were at work. this only made things easier for him, in his eyes.

the laundry? done.

dishes? washed and put away.

all those annoying, minuscule cleaning tasks that needed to be done around the apartment but you’d been putting off because who would even notice them? done, done, and done. and, for what it’s worth, he noticed them.

you came home to kiyoomi preparing dinner in the small kitchen of your apartment.

“kiyoomi?” you yawned, kicking off your shoes. you noticed how fresh the apartment smelled—the scent of the cleaning products still lingering in the room. “you.. cleaned?”

he hummed. “yeah, figured it needed to be done.”

you smiled, hugging your husband from behind. “mm you smell clean too.”

he winced. “go take a shower. you smell like work. dinner should be ready soon.”

you laughed. “okay, whatever you say.”

KOUSHI: it was the weekend and it was late. 10pm? 11pm? you had lost track.

your husband was hunched over the dining room table—papers sprawled out in front of him. it was the week before school break and grades needed to be finished for the semester. of course koushi had known this for weeks now, but chose to be the procrastinator he was and put it off till now.

you blinked the tiredness from your eyes, yawning.

had you fallen asleep? shit. what time was it?

the alarm clock on your bedside table shown 11:23pm. you rolled over to your side and felt around in bed. no koushi.

you forced your tired self out of bed and made your way towards the kitchen. there you found your husband, hunched over the dining room table grading papers.

your wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his soft hair.

“koushi, my love, it’s late. you need sleep,” you mused.

he sighed. “i know. and i would. i will. i just gotta finish grading this last few papers. then i’ll come to bed, love, i promise.”

you laughed, turning to the counter to find yourself a pair of reading glasses. you took a pen from koushi’s side and set a stack of ungraded papers in front of you.

your husband didn’t protest, too tired to argue. this is how you two spent the next hour together, until koushi looked up to see your head laid down atop your arms on the table and soft snores coming from your lips.

he smiled, moving to get up. he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, laying down next to you for the night and falling asleep.

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the five times you knowingly & unknowingly encountered spiderman 🕷️🕸️

pairing: spiderman!rin x f!reader

ONE | the first time you met rin itoshi was on your first day at a new school unbeknownst to you that he was the anonymous hero who was currently going viral all over the papers and news. you had opened your pencil case, accidentally flicking your pen off your desk to which rin had impressively caught despite it going at 1000mph before handing it back to you.

“oh, thanks.”, you let out a half laugh while your brows sort of scrunched up, shocked at how he was even able to catch that.

he didn’t say anything in return, but gave you an awkward smile and a small nod.

TWO | the second time you came across him was when shidou was picking a fight with him. now, you was made very aware of shidou by his constant flirting and attempts to ask you out so it didn’t shock you when you saw him causing a fight on the school yard with rin.

“just leave him alone, shidou. this doesn’t make you ‘cool’ at all.”, you say, air quoting the word cool.

he lets go of rin’s collar, walking over to you with his goofy grin he always has when he sees you, “hey, pretty.”

you scoff, “not today.”, walking away from him, causing him to follow you like a lost puppy and lose all attention to rin, who was silently thanking you for stepping in.

THREE | the third time you met him wasn’t as rin, but as spiderman. the city was in chaos due to a villain who called himself the green goblin destroying buildings and landscapes, all to enact ‘revenge’ on spiderman.

you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, all you wanted to do was go shopping with your girls, and now you wasn’t even sure if you’d be making it home.

as you stood on the highest level of the shopping mall, you felt the floor beneath you begin to crumble. panicking, you tried running to any exit as it continued falling at a rapid pace.

you began to brace yourself for the fall, knowing how this would end, your feet no longer on a solid ground. before you even got the chance to scream, you felt a firm grip on your waist, looking up to see the one and only spiderman.

you knew the fangirls he had were crazy, and you always thought it was the most ridiculous thing. but, after you suddenly felt your heart lighten from the previous dread, all because of him, you could understand why.

he quickly put you down somewhere safe, checking you over, “are you okay?”, he asks quickly, knowing he was needed elsewhere.

“yes.. thank you.”, you stumble your words, still slightly shocked.

“be careful, y/n, okay?”

“..okay.”, you nodded, but wait, did he just say your name? no.. it must be the shock, surely.

FOUR | the city was holding a parade for spiderman after managing to save countless people against the villain the country had come to know as green goblin. you decided to attend to show your appreciation. after all, he had saved your life; you was eternally grateful to him. after the parade began to die down and the children being taken home, you were met with an upside down spiderman right in your face after walking towards a more private area in the centre of the city.

you jump slightly at the sight of him, “hi.”, you say breathlessly.

“hi.”, he replies, you felt awkward, not expecting to see him like this.

“sorry. thank you, so much for the other day. i genuinely thought that i’d-“

“i know.”, he cuts you off.

you smile slightly, “i wish there was some way i could make it up to you.”

“…how about..?”, he mutters behind his mask while pointing to his lips, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him.

you thought it was cute, but was also surprised by his sudden request but who was you to turn him down. you smiled softly, gently lifting up his mask past his lips, “like this?”

he nods, feeling the softness of your lips on his. it wasn’t a passionate make out, but it was sweet and innocent. rin thought it was perfect for his first kiss, and especially with the girl he had the biggest crush on.

FIVE | by now you’d had enough. who was spiderman? you felt like everyone had been asking this question for months but it felt way more personal to you. there was something so familiar about the hero you kissed but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“stop!”, you yell running through the rain which eventually lead you down a back alley.

spiderman actually did stop to your surprise, causing you to slowly walk closer towards him as if he was a skittish cat, “who are you?”

“uh.. spiderman.”, he states, his tone a little awkward.

“no, that’s not what i mean and you know it.”, you stepped even closer to him, hesitating before reaching for his mask and to your surprise he didn’t stop you.

you gently lifted his mask, only leaving his lips exposed, leaning in slowly and gently kissing him like you did back at the parade. and of course, he kissed you back.

you began to unravel the rest, pulling it over his head, still kissing him softly. with his eyes screwed shut, opening your own, you moved back to get a good look at his… wait- is that rin fucking itoshi?

I need to remind u all that this tweet exists (I once made a post abt it, but I can't find it now ☠️)

"I want my man like this."

•When you break up with your boyfriend at NRC, how would they react, and how would they Yearn?

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"Let them Yearn!"

1. "I still check my phone hoping it's your name on the screen."

2. "You left, but I never stopped waiting."

3. "Every song I hear sounds like you."

4. "Do you ever wish things had gone differently?"

5. "I dream of the life we almost had."

6. "I see you with them, and I wonder if you ever miss me."

7. "It's not the place I miss, it's you."

8. "If I said I still loved you, would you stay?"

9. "I keep reliving that moment, hoping to rewrite it."

10. "Why does it still hurt like it just happened?"

11. "I want something I know I can’t have."

12. "You made me believe we had forever."

13. "I wish I had told you sooner."

14. "I see your ghost in every crowd."

15. "Was I just a chapter while you were my whole story?"

16. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who remembers."

17. "If I could go back, I'd never let you go."

18. "Even after all this time, I still wonder: what if?"

19. "I thought I moved on, but then I saw your smile again."

20. "Do you ever lie awake thinking about me too?"

21. "I keep writing letters I never send."

22. "Part of me stayed with you that day."

23. "I told everyone I was fine. I lied."

24. "You were my almost, and that still breaks me."

25. "The hardest part isn't losing you, it's never having had the chance."

.…⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ…⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ…⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ…⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ...

Hear me out

Blue lock boys with an F1 driver or sports car racer gf

I feel like some of them (Shidou especially) would def find that sick as hell

“𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫”

a/n: formula 1 and sports car racing in general is so hot i have no idea how they do it

ft. shidou ryusei, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei

shidou ryusei

this man is your biggest, loudest, and most chaotic fan. he’s the type to scream his lungs out during your races, banging on the barriers like an unhinged menace. 

calls your car "our baby", despite doing nothing but exist while you do all the work. 

absolutely insists on getting a ride in your car, and when you finally take him for a spin, he's cackling the whole time, completely unfazed. "faster, babe! c'mon, is that all you got?" 

if any other driver tries to mess with you on the track? oh, he’s barking from the sidelines, ready to throw hands. 

posts videos of you overtaking people with captions like "watch my baby smoke these losers"

definitely tries to bribe your team into letting him drive your car. they have to physically remove him from the garage. 

itoshi rin

at first, he's skeptical. racing seems dangerous, and the thought of you getting into an accident makes his stomach twist. 

but the moment he watches one of your races? oh, he's hooked. you being the best at what you do? yeah, that’s rin’s love language. 

watches every single one of your races with his arms crossed, eyes sharp. never misses a detail. he knows your lap times, your rivals, your strategies, everything. 

refuses to admit that watching you dominate on the track turns him on, but you can see it in his eyes. 

if anyone talks shit about you, he will humble them. “you think you could do better? funny.” 

absolutely hates when shidou tries to hype you up in his presence. their fights get worse because now shidou has something new to clown rin about. 

itoshi sae

"hm. that's cool." he says, watching a clip of you overtaking someone in the most insane way possible. he's acting all nonchalant, but his ears are red. 

your career actually reminds him a lot of his own. the precision, the discipline, the high-speed decision-making – it’s something he deeply respects. 

secretly loves watching you race. he's the type to stay up at odd hours just to catch live broadcasts, even if he pretends it’s “just on in the background.” 

never says much about it, but when you win, you’ll find your favorite snacks waiting for you at home. if you look closely, he’s watching you with the smallest, proudest smirk. 

the only time you catch him openly impressed is when he’s in the passenger seat and you take a sharp turn at high speed. “not bad.” (he's actually fighting for his life). 

kaiser michael

he's already got an ego the size of a racetrack, but you being a literal racing champion? yeah, that just boosts his pride even more. 

calls you "my speed queen". constantly. 

insists that he could totally handle driving your car, even though he has no actual racing experience. the second he gets in, he’s gripping the wheel like his life depends on it. 

“baby, let me drive it just once.” “you’re not touching my car.” “you wound me.” 

customizes his soccer cleats with your racing number. tells the press it’s for “a special someone,” knowing damn well they’ll all go crazy trying to figure it out. 

watches your post-race interviews just to smirk at how effortlessly you handle the media. if an interviewer ever tries to corner you with weird questions, he will make a scene. 

isagi yoichi

at first, he’s just in awe. like, holy shit, his girlfriend is a professional racer?? that's insane. 

gets super invested in your races. he watches them the same way he watches soccer – analyzing strategies, predicting overtakes, yelling at the screen like he's your personal coach. 

"SHE'S GONNA TAKE THE INSIDE LINE – YES!! THAT'S MY GIRL!!"

definitely asks you a million questions about your thought process mid-race. "so when you overtook that guy, were you already planning it two turns ahead, or did you read his movements last second?" 

big on post-race analysis. if you ever lose, he’s watching replays with you, pointing out moments where you could’ve gained an advantage. 

but when you win? oh, he's losing his mind. posting clips, hyping you up, grinning so hard his face hurts. "look at my girlfriend, that’s MY GIRL." 

lowkey nervous when he rides in your car for the first time. he trusts you, but he's gripping the door handle at least once. 

“this is... fast. yeah. really fast.” nervous laugh 

totally has a custom jersey with your racing number on it. wears it to your races like the supportive bf he is. 

100% the type to dream about you winning a championship and running into his arms like athletes do in sports movies (he will deny this if you ask).

BONUS: will send death threats to anyone harassing you.

nagi seishiro

first reaction? “ehh, that sounds like a lot of work.” but the moment he watches you race? he’s mesmerized. 

loves watching replays of your overtakes in slow motion. something about the precision and reflexes you have makes him think "ah, that's kinda like soccer and games, huh?"

the type to fall asleep in your lap while you're watching old race footage. mumbles "you're so cool" before passing out. 

if you let him ride shotgun, he’s totally unfazed. doesn’t scream, doesn’t flinch, just vibes like he’s on a casual sunday drive. 

but don’t let that fool you, he brags about you constantly. “my girlfriend’s job is literally speedrunning in real life.”“huh? my driving? nah, i just let her take the wheel.”

definitely asks you to pick him up from practice in your race car at least once.

bachira meguru

oh, he's obsessed. you drive fast? he thinks that’s the sexiest thing in the world. 

if you let him ride along, he's laughing the entire time. “woohoo! go faster, baby!” 

gets way too invested in your rivalries. “ugh, i hate that guy, he cut you off last race. lemme fight him.” 

definitely forces you to teach him how to drift in an empty parking lot. 

will 100% challenge you to a mario kart race and then sulk when you absolutely destroy him. 

chigiri hyoma

finally, someone who understands the need for speed! 

he loves how both of your sports are all about acceleration and precision. he’ll actually analyze your races like he does soccer matches. 

insists on stretching with you because “reaction time is everything, babe.”

if you take him for a ride, he's cool about it, until you really push the speed, and then he’s gripping the seat. “okay, okay, i get it, you’re fast – holy shit.”

lowkey loves how fierce you look in your race suit. 

barou shoei

"hmph. a sport where all you do is drive? easy." 

then he actually watches one of your races and sees how intense it is, and now he has respect. 

refuses to admit that seeing you dominate on the track is attractive, but he gives you that one approving nod after a win. 

if you let him ride in your car, he crosses his arms and acts unimpressed, but his grip on the seat betrays him. 

threatens to crush anyone who even thinks about cutting you off in a race. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

Could you do prompt 9 with Kaiser please with a big, shiny, juicy cherry on top

prompt: "kiss. now." tags: f!reader, established relationship, pouty kaiser, spoiled kaiser, fluffy kaiser, whiny kaiser. note: anon, because of this request, i am in dire need of a kaiser. pls. just one.

"why do you keep throwing tantrums?" you sigh, looking at your pouty baby of a boyfriend who's been glaring at his cup of gelato like it might be the start of a plague. "we can't fix it if you won't say what the problem is."

you sigh again, rolling your eyes when his glare moves to your innocent cup of gelato.

"my incredibly handsome, amazingly talented, and spectacularly wealthy boyfriend," you sigh out in a perky tone, cringing at yourself for the words. "i can't fix it if you won't tell me what's wrong. so please, baby, enlighten me."

kaiser's lips twitch, a small smile appearing that brightens his whole visage. you have to keep a snort to yourself, knowing just how much your lover loves to be complimented and babied.

"oh?" the smile stays on his face, molding into a grin as he leans his head on his hand. the tip of kaiser's ears turn red, the nape of his neck warm. "so now you finally call me baby?"

you blink, wondering what he means.

"oh, don't play dumb." the blush stays on kaiser's face even when he scowls, almost like a cat who got drenched in water. "you haven't called me baby all day. what is wrong with you?"

"is that what this is about, baby?" you coo, pouting in a way that's both mocking and sweet. a trick you specifically learned from him. "is my pretty baby upset about that? i'm sorry. i should've paid more attention to my baby."

kaiser scowls, an ugly expression that becomes so entirely pretty because it's his. "i want an apology," he grumbles, crossing his hands in front of his chest. "kiss. now."

you lean into him, placing a hand on the side of his neck, your finger trailing his rose tattoo. even with your eyes closed, you remember its distinct shape.

when you lean away, the red on his skin has turned into a full-blown blush. your lover closely resembles a tomato with how red he's become. he glares even when there's no real heat in his eyes, his mouth pressed into a pout. you can only giggle, deciding that he's pretty cute when he's blushing like that.