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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍!
ft. shinichiro, kakucho, inui, ran, rindou, sanzu
tw. fem!reader, m!oral, cursing, dirty talk, praise, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, f!oral, cockwarming, pussy drunk boyo, needy boyo, soft dom! w/ sub! reader
an. sometimes the pussy is just too much <3
𖦹 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎
shinichiro lives for the moment when he finds your body nestled between his legs, cock perfectly placed in your hands and the tip melting on your tongue. the length throbs when your mouth engulfs him, swallowing his cock practically whole and the tip being met with the back of your throat, “god—s’good for me” shinichiro slurs, fingers digging into your scalp and his digits twitching when you only can gag around him. he doesn’t understand why you sucking him off feels so good today—better than it normally does. and shinichiro can’t control the way his hips buck into your face, slamming you down on his cock—or the cum shooting straight down your pretty little throat. shinichiro gasps, whimpering when your lips catch the sensitive head as you pull from his lap, “d-did you really just cum?” you question—meet with your boyfriend’s bright red face and avoiding eye contact, “i am so sorry princess, i-i just thought about how much i love the way you suck my cock and—shit” shinichiro hisses when your face bends back down to his crotch, tongue swirling around the length, “i’ll cum again you know? i bet my pretty girl wants another load huh?”
+ how does he make it up to you?
the only way shinichiro knows how, making you sit on his face and cumming on his tongue over and over. he really does feel bad for earlier but maybe if you’re so high on the bliss of his tongue prodding deep in your hole—you won’t mind <3
𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎
doesn’t grasp true reality right now when you’ve got kakucho lying on his back while you fuck his cock however you want. he likes the angle, the effortless beauty captures through each sway of your hips bouncing on his length and the way you’re taking charge, fucking him into oblivion—kakucho has self control, he knows when to clench from the waves of bliss rolling through his body but this time it’s different, “ridin’ this cock so well angel, i’m all yours, keep goin’.” but it’s better said than done because another movement of your body and everything feels—like it shouldn’t. kakucho letting a broken moan erupt through his lips, fingers pulsing through your hips and the willpower he had was filling your hole and eyes rolled white as kakucho dwindles through his high. before you can even talk he’s throwing a hand over your mouth, arm wrapped around your waist and bringing you down to his level, “just give me a minute, just give me a fucking minute” kakucho mumbles in your neck, the swell of his cock throbbing through your clenching walls. “proud ain’t ya princess? making me cum so quick” kakucho mumbles into the skin, though you can’t see his face—you’re sure he’s blushing through and through.
+ how does he make it up to you?
kakucho let’s the embarrassment wear off before he’s on you again, this time he’s the one fucking you into a limitless void of toes curling, moans spilling and his thighs splattered with a mixture of his seed and your juices—yeah, so what if he came early? not going to stop kakucho from fucking you until you’re dripping from his from his cum for days.
𖦹 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈
lives for the moment when he makes you feel so fucking good—if it’s the amount of squelching sounds radiating the room or the pure filfth of your juices coating his balls—inui puts your pleasure above his own, every single time. “cum for me, angel” inui whispers against your ear, hot breath creeping onto the shell while he lingers nimble fingers down to your puffy clit. inui watches the blossoming effect his cock has on you, splitting your pussy in half whilst his fingers bring your orgasm to the surface. your spasms coat his length, eyes screwing shut while you feel the orgasm brushing through your body—within a reach of paradise it’s abruptly cut short when inui lets a high pitch groan shrill your ears, panting above you and almost buckling over from his orgasm—your eyes sneer red. without another word spoken inui runs to the bathroom—bashful tones whimpering from his voice when he tells you he’s sorry, you almost want to be angry if it wasn’t for the way inui looked almost angelic crumbling to your pussy.
+ how does he make it up to you?
inui might of came too quick but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let it get the best of him— asking you to sit in his lap while he slowly rubs small circles against your clit. overstimming you until you can’t even remember why you were mad at him to begin with <3
𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍
with his tongue swirling on your clit, hips bucking against the sheets as your hands bring ran even closer to your throbbing heat—it doesn’t get much better than this. ran mindlessly licks and spits into your soaking cunt, groans vibrating through your core when another orgasm taints his tongue—ran has already spent an hour between your legs, he thinks what’s another more? but you’re on edge, wanting something thicker than two fingers curling along your walls and the soft whines of his name drags ran from his realm of your dripping cunt to your perfect face, capturing your lips on his and the taste of yourself spent in his mouth seeps through to your tongue. “you taste so good for me” ran moans against your lips, spreading your legs wide and motioning his cock into your hole but the overwhelming heat, silky juices from your pussy become so much ran is helpless succumbing to his ecstasy, spilling his load in a one single stroke. “you didn’t just fucking cum” you hiss, and ran drops his face into your neck, slowly reeling his hips before ramming his cock back deeper inside you, “i have no idea what you’re talking about pretty girl, i’m just getting started.” ran haitani has never lied to you but tonight, he had—a little white lie, that you totally don’t know anything about.
+ how does he make it up to you?
ran? cum? too fast? he says you’re just imagining things, he’d never do anything that embarrassing—maybe if you’re too caught up in his brutal thrusts, fingers mercifully swipes to your clit, you’ll completely ignore the fact he came inside you like it was his first time.
𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔
rindou doesn’t have time to fuck you, he’s on a tight schedule for work so maybe just pulling you in his car while he rolls his clothed bluge against your fabric covered cunt will do. maybe was what rindou thought but as hands tugged against his colored strands, coats of whines cascaded over his ear and the sheen patch of your slick stained his pants has rindou struggling. “wanna fuck this pretty pussy so fucking bad baby, just need to fill this hole” rindou pants against your mouth, needily bringing his hips down to grind against your core and he’s keeping the coil deep in his gut stagnant, hoping—praying nothing will come out of this but your panties being ruined. yet the ache grows by the minute especially when he feels your hand rub on his bulge, fingers working through to his sensitive head. a hiss bleeds through rindou’s teeth till white stars dance across his vision and rindou throws his head up, whimpering when you feel a wet patch scold his pressed pants. “did you just—” you look up at him and rindou looks the other way, biting down on his bottom lip, “do not look at me, if you do anything—don’t look at me, i am so pathetic.”
+ how does he make it up to you?
doesn’t make eye contact for a week afterwards but rest assured you sit rindou down and explain to him that mistakes happen and he’s more than happy to show you how much he needs you—he got what he wanted, filling your messy hole but rindou never says how long that’ll take. <3
𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔
it feels like an eternity since sanzu has fucked you and maybe that’s why everything feels like the first time all over again. his strokes are shallow, shaky breaths expelled from his lips and even the slightest gaze upon your naked body makes him shiver. “missed you so much, princess” sanzu mumbles against your lips, tracing the curves on your body with his calloused fingers while his tongue dips into your warm mouth. sanzu could last forever just like this, the swell of his cock sweetly nestled inside you, soft hands cupping his warm cheeks and a singe of pleasure jolting up his spine. sanzu ignores it at first, he’s too caught up in the way you make him feel, alive—burning from combustion and craving more. “fuck i think i’m gonna cum” sanzu gasps and normally that’d be okay but time has slowed down and sanzu has only been inside you for a minute. “s-seriously?” you squeak back, noticing his lashes fluttering closed and your thighs slathers warm. “i can’t help it, fuck—” sanzu pumps another load inside you and his hands weakly fisting the sheets beside your head, “you’re gonna cum tonight, j-just let me use this hole, o-okay?”
+ how does he make it up to you?
cockwarm your precious boyfriend, that’s what sanzu wants and needs besides it keeps his cum in and the way your cunt clenches as he makes you cream on his length is a win-win situation <3
101 writing prompts
75 with Shinichiro, when keeps staying late in the bike shop😩
PLS I LOVE SHIN
Shinichiro Sano x fem!reader
Waking up in a dimly lit room, you rolled over in bed, reaching out to find the other side of the bed cold and still not slept in. Propping yourself up on your elbows you pushed your hair back behind your ears with a heavy sigh.
Slipping out from under the covers, you pulled on one your boyfriend’s white button ups that was tossed over his desk chair. You slid your black boy shorts up your legs, shivering a little at the cold. Quickly buttoning up the shirt and rolling the sleeves up, you crept out of the apartment door and followed the stairs down into Shin’s bike shop. A quick glance up at the clock told you it was well after midnight and you sighed.
Leaning against the door jamb that lead to the Bay Area where shin worked on the bikes, you studied him as he sat on a box, hunched over, the tense set of his shoulders letting you know that something was on his mind. His hair was sticking out in different directions as if he’s been running his hands through his hair over and over again. You walk in after watching him for a few minutes. Hopping up one of the work tables, you clear your throat to announce your presence. Shin jumps a little bit turns towards you with a soft smile on his face.
“Shit babe you scared me.”
“I’m sorry. What are you doing down here this late?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before sighing and stepping in between your thighs. “I just.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t lie to me either.” You took your lower lip inbetween your teeth as you laid your hands on his chest. “You're overworking yourself... Please take a break."
He grabs your thighs, his hands up them as he leans over you. “I’m worried. I um. I worry sometimes that I’m not enough. I’m a small time bike shop owner. What if I’m never gonna make enough money to support us? What if I fuck all of this up by not being enough for you.”
“Shin.” You pull his face in between your hands and bring his lips down to meet yours. You pull back after a moment. “I don’t care about money or fancy things. We could live in a cardboard box and I would be happy. I love you so much. You are more than enough for me. Got it?”
The seriousness in your tone made him pause and finally nod his consent.
“Besides, I would rather stick by the man who was persistent enough to confess 21 times than the man who would put material things before me.”
Shin threw his head back and laughed. “You’re in for it now.” He leaned down and hoisted you over his shoulder laughing as your fist pounded on his back. “You’re right I’ve been working too much. Help me unwind babe.” He delivered a sharp slap to your ass before darting up the stairs, both of you giggling the whole way back to the bedroom.
Margin for Error (Fushiguro M x F!Reader)
My first post ahhh 👉🏾👈🏾 pls be kind
When you're observant enough to know your crush likes you but you're emotionally stunted and you keep second-guessing yourself 😩 poor megumi. Thankfully, Gojo is there to help!
Warnings: None!
Enjoy! xx
-♡-
"Oh, it's you," Megumi says, trying his best to sound apathetic as he cracks the door open a little wider for you to slip inside.
"Try not to sound too excited," you laugh, ruffling his hair as you waltz past. He gets a whiff of smooth caramel and sweet vanilla as you pass and swallows, trying to calm the wild thumping of his heart. You always smell like a candy store and freshly baked cookies. He's never been a fan of overly sweet things, but he's developed a sweet tooth since meeting you.
He watches you lean against his desk, casually perusing the books and notes scattered across it, "Do you even need to study? You're smart enough anyway."
Megumi drops into the office chair in front of you, rolling an inch or two away from you. He needs to create distance between you before his heart punches through his chest.
"Of course, I need to study," Megumi scoffs, "If I don't want to be a bumbling idiot like Itadori, that is."
You laugh and poke his shoulder playfully, "He's not that bad, Guro!"
Megumi glances away, heat rushing to his cheeks. He both loves and hates when you call him that.
You push yourself up onto his desk and fiddle with the dog-shaped stress ball you bought for him in Tokyo. He watches how your legs dangle off the edge of the desk, how your skirt hitches up over your knees, revealing smooth skin he's only ever dreamt of touching.
"So why are you here?" he asks, averting his gaze from your legs, "To annoy me?"
A hint of playfulness to his tone is barely noticeable, but you pick it up straight away, and a teasing smile grows across your face.
"What? I can't visit my second best friend?"
Megumi snorts, "'Best friend' is a bit generous."
"Oh yeah? And what would you call us?"
Megumi glances up at you, his gaze snaring at yours. He can feel heat bloom beneath his cheeks again, but he can't look away, not when there's a glimmer in your eyes and a smile on your lips, those lips that he wants to do unspeakable things to.
Finally, he clears his throat, his voice a little husky, "Classmates."
You laugh, undaunted, nudging his leg with your toe, "Oh come on, we're at least acquaintances, right?" You nudge him again when you see the slight smile trying to worm its way onto his face, "Right?"
Megumi rolls his eyes, "Fine. You didn't answer my question, by the way."
You give the stress ball another small squeeze, "Well, Gojo-sensei is taking us out tonight, and I'm supposed to use my womanly charms to persuade you."
Megumi rolls his eyes at Gojo's antics. He can't turn his sensei down if you're the one inviting him because it would mean turning you down, and Megumi can't find it in himself to refuse you. So Gojo is using you as a pretty little courier bird, exploiting his feelings for you. What a clever little trap Gojo's set.
Megumi glances at his books, stacked neatly beside you. He wanted to finish some extra study tonight, but a few hours with you is far more intriguing than any textbook he could ever find.
"Okay," He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant.
Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Really?"
"Really."
"Just like that?"
Megumi arches a brow, and you throw your hands up in defence.
"I was just expecting more pushback."
Megumi shrugs again, "It'll be fun if you're there."
This time, it's your turn to blush. You wear every emotion beautifully, but Megumi thinks bashful is his favourite.
"Cool!" You chirp excitedly, "Well, that was easy. Does that mean I can add you back to the group chat?"
Megumi makes a face, and you laugh again.
-♡-
The Karaoke Bar in Tokyo is loud and crowded, but Gojo manages to secure a private booth in the back, which Megumi is grateful for. He's not particularly fond of crowds, and he hates shouting over some tone-deaf drunk trying to sing along to Britney Spears.
Sitting on the couch next to Nobara and Gojo, Megumi watched with a small smirk as you scream-sing the words to 'I Want it That Way' with Itadori. Itadori laughs every three words while you perform a silly, uncoordinated dance, twirling the fringes of your dress. You look beautiful, beaming at Megumi now and then, your hair out and your eyes shining with amusement. He can't take his eyes off you.
Nobara is cheering you on, clapping and hooting, while Gojo sprawls out on the couch, grinning. He'd forgone wearing his blindfold for sunglasses instead, and there's something in the way that Gojo's eyes dart between you and Megumi that irritates the latter.
"She looks cute tonight, doesn't she?" Gojo remarks casually, though there is a teasing lilt to his voice that Megumi doesn't like one bit.
Megumi shrugs, still staring at you while Nobara shimmies up to you.
"Why don't you ask her out?" Gojo suggests, "I think she'll say yes." Megumi slants a disapproving glare over his shoulder at Gojo, who stubbornly persists, "It's obvious that she likes you. Sometimes, the way she looks at you makes me wonder how you haven't noticed."
Megumi looks away, and Gojo tilts his head to the side, observing how Megumi's throat bobs.
"Or you have noticed, but something's stopping you from asking her out?"
Megumi stares at his glass of coke, fingers flexing around his trousers.
"Every time I try to ask her, I second guess myself. It's stupid… I'm pretty sure that she likes me, but there's always the possibility that I might be wrong, a margin for error that keeps getting bigger and bigger the longer I think about it."
Gojo hums in understanding. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and stares at Megumi with a level of sternness that is so foreign, so unlike the Gojo he knows, Megumi thinks he's imagined it.
"Don't overthink it," Gojo encourages, and his mouth ticks into a smile, "You're your own worst enemy sometimes. But that girl is crazy for you, and I know you're crazy for her. So ask her up to the rooftop bar and go for it before someone else does."
Megumi arches a brow, "There's a rooftop bar?"
"Yeah," Gojo leans back again, all seriousness draining from his expression "It's pretty romantic up there."
A sneaking suspicion Megumi had since he'd arrived explodes into complete awareness as he stares at Gojo.
"Did you…organise this whole night so that I could ask her out?"
Gojo's small smile splits into a wicked grin.
-♡-
Megumi has to admit that his sensei has taste.
It is, indeed, very romantic up on the roof, with the night sky overhead and the glittering Tokyo city before him. The atmosphere of the rooftop bar is also very warm and relaxed, with golden fairy lights strung up above him. Despite the ambience and the beautiful views, Megumi's stomach ties itself into a triple-tied sailor's knot, and he can't stop drumming his fingers against the balcony railing. Why did he let Gojo talk him into this? This was stupid, insane even; he can't risk jeopardising his friendship with you because of some stupid, teenage hormones––
"Hey, Guro! You wanted to talk to me?"
Megumi turns around, sees you, and firmly instructs himself not to flee.
You look radiant.
Cheeks flushed, hair out, eyes glittering, smile beaming. You look vivacious, full of life, like sunlight on the first day of spring.
He can't do this.
"Actually, no - I mean - no, that's what I mean't…no."
He's not prepared for the look of disappointment that spills into your eyes.
"I've never heard the word 'no' used so much in one sentence," you quip, but your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
Megumi stares at his feet, defeated. He feels like a coward. He probably looks like one, too.
"There's a first for everything, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. It's a shame, though, because I thought you'd asked me up here so you could admit your feelings for me," Megumi's eyes snap back to you. You look hopeful and nervous as you continue, "Feelings that I share."
"You mean you—?!"
"Yes," you breathe, stepping closer to him, staring up into his eyes, "Yes, Megumi, I like you. A lot."
Megumi's throat bobs. You're so close. He's drawn in by every fleck of colour in your irises.
"I-yes, I did invite you up here to-to tell you I like you. But I didn't expect you to—"
"—Megumi," you whisper, and he swallows again. The way you say his name turns his spine to butter.
"—yeah?"
"Kiss me."
"Okay."
Craning his neck, Megumi leans down and finally, finally kisses you.
It's…a little awkward if he's honest. This is his first kiss, but it's evidently not yours, and as you guide him through it, Megumi finds himself melting into it. His lips move against yours, slow and sweet, and when you tilt your head a little to deepen the kiss, Megumi sighs. You taste sugary and smell sweet, and your body is warm against him, soft and small, and he reaches out for you to pull you closer. You link your arms around his neck and moan, and Megumi feels like he's floated into a dream. Except it isn't. You, him, and the chaste first kiss that is rapidly becoming a make-out are real, and he cups your cheek with his hand to prove it to himself.
Your feelings for him are real. That's all that matters.
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3:19 AM | haitani r.
haitani ran x fem!reader
summary: your boyfriend comes home late and hurt after a long night out
warnings: fem!reader, unedited + written on my phone, prob lots of errors, petnames (doll, babygirl)
wordcount: 1.5k ish
“you’re late.”
three hours late, to be exact. ran had told you he’d be back at midnight the latest so at the very least he could give you a kiss goodnight before you fell asleep. your schedules rarely matched up—with his business taking place during that latest hours of the night and you having to be up early in the morning for classes—but he always at least tried to lay with you before you slept for the night, knowing you couldn’t sleep well without him. and he was always sure to be with you on nights before big exams for you.
like tonight.
except tonight.
“i know, i’m sorry,” and you knew he was, you could hear it in his voice and you knew it wasn’t his fault—his work was unpredictable and dangerous but he always did his best to come back to you.
“it’s okay,” and it was.
even if you could smell the smoke and alcohol from all the way across the room.
you sat up in bed, blinking blearily from your state of half-sleep, looking across the room toward where your boyfriend was standing, unbuttoning his shirt—struggling to unbutton his shirt.
your brows furrowed, eyes narrowing trying to do understand what was going on through your half-hazed mind.
he’s hurt?
“ran?” you asked quietly, taking in the red-stained white button-up that you could barely make out through the dark, the way he was tensing and letting out soft hisses every time he moved. “ran, what happened?”
ran turned his head to look at you, a wince decorating his pretty face and you forced yourself out of bed when you finally caught sight of the dark bruises decorating his chest and face, the blood smeared across his skin.
“doll, lay back down, i’ll come join you soon,” ran’s voice was rough and you shook your head.
“ran, don’t ignore me, what happened? i thought you were going to a club with rindou and sanzu?” you ignored his words, nightgown slipping off your shoulders as you rushed toward him, nearly tripping over the bedsheets your legs tangled in.
a wry smile tugged at his lips as you approached him, hands cupping his face gently, thumbs tracing over the bruises marring his cheekbones. he leaned his face into your hand, pressing his lips against your palm, “we were, had some unexpected guests. they got the jump on us, unfortunately.”
“the blood, is it yours?” and maybe it was a dumb question, but you were still tired and ran was always patient with you. so all he did was take one of the hands cupping his face, covering it with one of his as he tossed you a wink.
“some of it, yeah,” and his grin remained but the look in his eyes was pained and your lips trembled as your gaze trailed down his bruised abdomen, one hand slipping from his face to trace down his chest over his tattoos and the blackened bruises.
“you should go to a hospital, ran,” and it was a stupid comment. you knew better than anyone that bonten did not have the luxury of hospital treatment unless they wanted to find themselves in a prison cell the moment they stepped out of the hospital.
ran ignored the comment, instead leaning in to press his lips to your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, a shaky breath escaped your lips.
“babygirl, please go try to get some sleep, you have an exam tomorrow,” he murmured, bringing one of his hands to the back of your head, toying with your hair.
“fuck the exam,” you said, blinking back the tears stinging your eyes because you hated seeing ran hurt, you had only seen him hurt once before and it hasn’t been half as bad as this. “you’re hurt, ran, let me run a bath for you and then we can lay down, okay?”
ran let out a deep sigh but you didn’t give him a chance to argue, your fingers intertwined with his and you gently tugged him in the direction of the bathroom, squinting as you flicked on a set of lights.
you let him lean against the bathroom sink as you kneeled to run the hot water, fingers shaking as you glanced back at him through the mirror, watching him struggle to remove his slacks.
in the new light, the blood and bruises were all the more visible against his pale skin. he looked weak and haitani ran never looked weak. he was always larger than life, always the protector, always one to hide his vulnerabilities and now-
your throat was tight as you rose to your feet, making your way back over to him, kneeling down in front of him to help him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
“i can do it,” ran’s voice was probably harsher than he intended, strained from the pain, from humiliation. ran despised showing weakness, even to you.
“please let me take care of you for once,” your voice wavered, looking up at him with grit teeth, trying to hide the worry pooling in your gut because ran was always the one looking out for you, and his brother, and sanzu haruchiyo, and kakucho, and he never let anyone take care of him—not while he was hurt, not while he was sick, and especially not when he was upset.
and he only watched you, lips flat and pressed together tight, and for a second, you really thought he was going to deny you. but then his gaze averted and both of his hands fell to his side, silently giving you permission to help him take off his pants.
ran was uncharacteristically quiet as you unbuckled his belt and slipped his slacks down his thighs, helping him pull his shoes and socks off before having him lift his feet to take off his slacks.
you bit your bottom lip, fingers tracing the tattoos decorating down his left thigh and the ugly yellow and green bruises surrounding them, gaze lifting to abdomen and the even uglier colors decorating his skin.
his ribs are broken.
“c’mon,” you said quietly, taking his hand in yours and rising to your feet again, leading him over to the now full tub. his face twisted into one of pain as he lifted a leg to step into the tub, a low hiss escaping his lips as he sunk into the water.
sitting on the edge of the tub behind him, leaning down to kiss the top of his matted hair, bringing your fingers to trace his shoulders. his body relaxed into the water and into your touch.
“you should go rest,” he murmured, “thank you for running the water for me.”
“i’m not leaving, c’mon, let’s get your hair washed,” you said.
“i’m not a child,” ran protested half-heartedly, but even as he spoke, he was relaxing into the feeling of you wetting his hair, gathering shampoo to massage it into his scalp.
“i know,” was all you said in response as you leaned down to press your lips to his shoulder, nails scratching his scalp, lulling his eyes shut.
reaching past him to grab a wash rag, you watched as the clear water began to tint pink from the dried and fresh blood staining his skin, swallowing thickly as you took another glance at his torso.
“you don’t have to do this,” ran said.
“i know,” you repeated, “i want to.”
from behind him, you watched his jaw clench, grip tightening on the edges of the tub, upper body tensing.
“ran,” you sighed, and it was all he needed to relax back into your touch, and you let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
“do you…” ran began and you hummed into his neck, “can i close my eyes for a bit?”
and you could hear the exhaustion in his voice and you could practically see his eyes drooping shut just from his tone. you smiled against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
“of course,” you said quietly, “‘ll take care of you, ran. get some rest.”
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I feel like calling Ran "my man"
I know right? Listen-
You know he’s cocky as hell, so he gets pride in being your man, and you take advantage of that, you keep him in the clouds with the way you talk about him.
Imagine y’all in a restaurant, and your ordering for him without stuttering because you know his order from memory.
“And for my man, mhm… he would like a number 2, no mayo and no onions, with big fries and a Cola, please and thank you very much,” You smile to the waiter while Ran is delighted hugging you from behind.
“So, your man uh?” He says in a mocking tone when y’all are sitting.
“Yes, mine, my boyfriend, my guy, my man” You say in bored tone as if that’s the most obvious thing ever.
Now you see, he has to put a ring on your finger just for that confidence.
love confessions
pairing — haitani rindou x f!reader
summary — in which sanzu and ran have to deal with rindou, his relationship problems, and alcohol
note — spoilers, alcohol, intoxication. likes and reblogs are always appreciated
“So, like, what happened?” Sanzu questioned curiously as he watched the younger Haitani finish his eighth liquor glass of the night, the loud music and bright neon lights of the nightclub only further adding to his intoxicated and volatile state.
After all, for a married man like Rindou, he should’ve been at home with you, his wife, not drinking himself to death in one of Roppongi’s famed nightclubs at one in the morning. Yet here he was, looking pathetic as he poured himself more alcohol in a useless attempt to forget about how much he missed you. It was a truly pathetic sight, one that brought Sanzu much happiness and great sadistic joy.
“It’s stupid,” Rindou proclaimed in annoyance, his gaze unfocused as he leaned back in his seat with a sigh. “She got angry at me for getting too close to Reina again. It’s not my fault I had to look over Reina’s shoulder to read the damn report. Everyone knows I have terrible eyesight!”
“Reina?” Sanzu repeated with a now amused, almost mocking smirk. He knew that you and Rindou had gotten into a fight today, but he didn’t know that it involved your husband’s hot secretary. “You mean the same Reina that’s been trying to sleep with you ever since she started working for us? That Reina? Yikes. No wonder your wife’s not talking to you.”
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pov: your camera roll if kuroo tetsurou were your bf :”> (+ an extra manga ver of the first pic!)
i tried out a new colouring/rendering style and i really really like it!! will def be colouring like this more often :D
“You need to get laid boss.”
“Shut the fuck up Ran,” Rindou hisses. “Do us all a favor and be quiet.”
“What? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.”
Sanzu sighs, slumping into his seat.
“Do you think about my sex life often Ran?”
Kakucho is barely able to disguise his laugh as a snort. Ran shrugs.
“You’re the only one of us who’s married. I just assumed you’d have a better attitude since you’re having regular sex.”
“Jesus Christ,” Kokonoi breathes. “I wish you had an off switch.”
Mikey is momentarily distracted by the memory of how hard he’d fucked you in his office yesterday. Of the way you came so hard you’d sobbed his name. In retrospect, he should’ve realized his subordinates might hear.
“Maybe you’re the one who needs to get laid Ran. Your fascination with my sex life might have everything to do with the fact that yours is lacking.”
Ran splutters. Mikey continues.
“We have women for that Ran. To scratch your itches. To relieve your stress.”
Rindou snorts. “He’s lost his touch.”
Mikey blinks. “Bad enough that the women we’re paying won’t go near him?”
“That’s not quite the issue,” Rindou’s grin is feral. Ran pales, his mouth opening in an attempt to interrupt Rindou but he’s too late. “His cock wont seem to work.”
Mikey’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Is that right?”
Kakucho is almost blue with the effort it’s taking him to hold in his laughter.
“Rindou doesn’t know what he’s saying,” Ran says quickly. “It was one time and I think I was just tired.” He finishes lamely.
“Really? My cock has never been too tired to fuck a willing partner,” Mikey admits. Though he’s definitely been milked dry. Your body has always been the one thing that relaxes him most. “How ‘bout you Kakucho? Koko?” Both men shake their heads. “And you Takeomi? You’re the oldest I’m sure you’re have had experiences-”
“Never experienced anything like that,” Takeomi drawls. His eyes twinkling when Ran’s face reddens.
“Well then,” Mikey sits forward, elbows on the table, eyes trained on Ran. “I think you should see a doctor Ran,” Mikey says conversationally. “We have one on call. I’m sure she’ll be happy to tell you what’s wrong. And hopefully, it stops you from thinking about whether or not I’m getting laid regularly.”
𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 | 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎.
“if you have a crush on me, you could just say so,” you chuckle, plopping beside him and nudging shinichiro with your shoulder. his breath hitches as he tries to pretend like he’s not losing his mind you’re sitting right beside him, watching him work. and this is all in good fun, he tells himself, you absolutely don’t know about his feelings, and you’re not onto him.
but then you sigh quietly in content, leaning your head on his shoulder like it’s second nature. his heartbeat quickens, his palms grow sweaty, and he thinks maybe you are onto him.
“what makes you say that,” he mumbles, shoulders stiffening the tiniest bit at your proximity. he tinkers away at his bike, and you gently poke your finger at an oil stain on his uniform.
“i didn’t say it,” you shrug, “i heard it.”
he stops, you smile, and there’s a silence.
“you what? who…who said that?” he finally asks. shinichiro thinks it must’ve been wakasa—and he’s finally considering cutting off that traitorous, good for nothing, heart stealing, cocky and all-knowing asshole. “was it waka? he’s always full of shit—”
“it wasn’t waka,” you snort. by now, you’re hugging his arm, cheek pressed against his bicep, and he feels like he might just lose his mind. he’s trying desperately—and failing—at fighting off the blush that’s furiously spreading across his cheeks, neck, chest, and even the tips of his ears.
“it had to be waka,” he huffs, setting his tools down. you still don’t unlatch from his arm, and he’s holding back a frustrated sigh. imaushi wakasa might beat him in a fight on a regular day, but shinichiro thinks he might just take the win this time around—he’s too determined after this.
traitorous bastard is too of a kind phrase for someone as lowly as the blonde.
“shin,” you giggle, “it wasn’t wakasa, leave him alone. it was someone else,” you poke his cheek, and he hopes it’s not too hot under your touch from the heat that continues to rise.
“then who?” he pouts, deflating. there go any of his chances with you completely, he tells himself woefully. not that he thinks he had one from the start, but he doesn’t know if there’s any recovering from this.
because you’re perfect.
he knows this fact like it comes to mind as second nature—it’s as simple as fixing a flat tire for him. you’re perfect, and shinichiro is awkward and nervous, and he’ll be the first to admit he’s a little lame too. he thinks it’s pretty cruel that you of all people had to be the one crush he didn’t just bounce back from. instead, he gets to fall in love and watch you from the sideline, and it’s a little unfair.
it’s unfair when shinichiro watches you laugh at wakasa’s jokes and bat your eyelashes at the (aggravating) way his friend chuckles smugly, and he realizes how awkward his own smile really is at times. no amount of practicing smiling in the mirror seems to help.
it’s unfair as he watches you stare in absolute shock at how many pounds benkei can bench press, and he glances at his lanky physique in comparison with sagging shoulders. he quickly gives up trying though when he almost crushes himself under the weight once.
it’s unfair how easy it is for you to tell takeomi about the silliest things that come to your mind, and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to hold a conversation with you without stuttering. he finds he blurts the stupidest things when he’s not too busy stuttering though.
it’s unfair, and it’s always going to be unfair. and some day, you’re going to be another rejection he can add to the list—it’s probably going to be sooner rather than later at this point, and he thinks that’ll be unfair too.
“i promised not to say a word,” you murmur, and your hand trails to grab his hand. gently, you unclench the fist he doesn’t realize he’s making, smoothing a thumb over his knuckles.
“well if they knew, they promised not to say a word too,” he grumbles bitterly.
“don’t be like that,” you insist gently, peering up at his tight jaw as he stares ahead. your fingers lace with his, and even if he thinks you’re just mocking him, he can’t help but lace his back.
“if you’re going to reject me get it over with,” he sighs, “and let a guy down gently. twenty rejections gets to you after a bit.”
“who said i wanted to reject you?” you pout. he thinks you’re just being mean at this point, dragging it out like this.
“look, i get it—”
“if it makes you feel any better, mikey only told me because i called you cute first.”
shinichiro pauses, and after a moment of registering your words, he’s cursing his own little brother in his mind—and he regretfully thinks maybe he owes wakasa an apology for the not so kind thoughts from earlier too.
“mikey? you mean my little brother? that mikey?” he sputters, and you giggle, rolling your eyes.
“unless you know any other manjiro’s that go by mikey, then yes. that’s the one.”
“how could he? we’re brothers. we share the same blood—i let him go to bed thirty minutes late the other night,” he rambles, and there’s a warmth that spreads through your chest as he talks more to himself than you.
shinichiro’s not exactly a smooth talker, but all things considered, he’s always been charming nonetheless. you lean up and kiss his jaw, and he goes silent instantly, eyes widened in shock. it makes your heart flutter, and you can’t help but press one more.
“well, he clearly did you a favor shin,” you snort, leaning back to lay your cheek on his arm. “by the time you confessed on your own, mikey would probably be too old for bedtime.”
“that’s not true,” he pouts, looking at you with defiance in his eyes, “i’d have told you.”
“oh yeah?” you raise a brow, and he wilts a little under your gaze.
“yeah,” he mumbles, “i would’ve. eventually.”
“sure,” you chuckle, “i’m sure you would. eventually.”
he watches as you play with his hand in yours, laying your palms flat together to compare hand sizes. you trace over the calluses and glide your fingertips along each line of his palm, and he shivers slightly at the feeling.
“so…you uh…you don’t mind?”
“mind what?” you hum, bringing his hand up to kiss the small scratch on the back, “and you should be more careful when you work with sharp tools,” you scold gently.
“you don’t mind me feeling this way? and that wasn’t my fault, stupid wakasa never knocks when he—”
“it’d be pretty unfair if i minded, shin,” you smile, looking up to meet his eyes, “since i feel the same and all. and be nice to wakasa, he put in a good word for you when he told me a few weeks ago.”
“wha—you knew? and wakasa did tell you—”
his breath hitches when your lips are already on his, cutting him off. his eyes flutter shut as your hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing the warm skin, and he thinks out of the goodness of his heart, shinichiro might start letting manjiro pick his own bedtime every now and then.
he won’t be apologizing anytime soon to imaushi wakasa, his traitorous bastard friend, however.
synopsis : you really want to go abroad for the summer, but your grades fucking SUCK, so your parents won’t allow you to until you get them up. you were so ready to focus on the rest of the year until you get partnered up with Rindou Haitani. The boy that comes into school once every blue moon. And to make matters worse, it’s a project where participation counts. So now it’s your job to harass Rindou into getting his shit straight.
genre: enemies to lovers, college au , smau, angst , fluff , smut
characters present : rindou haitani, ran haitani, , hanma shuji , sanzu haruchiyo , kokonoi hajime., manjiro sano , shion madarame,
updates are regular
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All rights belong to @haitaniplug . Do not repot this story anywhere without permission from me. All characters except my own OC's belong to Ken Wakui.
KANA HAYAMI - TABLE OF CONTENTS
Summary:
Bonten kidnaps the wrong girl. But the weren't expecting the girl to be such a badass.
Content Warnings:
Dark Content - Violence - Murder - Manipulation - Abuse - Blackmail - Toxic Behaviour - Swearing - Drug & Alcohol Use
CHAPTERS
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𝟏𝟏:𝟐𝟐 𝐏𝐌 — ft. haitani ran
cw: gn!reader. just smut. minors do not interact. ran is desperate and smitten, heh. he's cute like this i should write more. @hllwflow here it is bae <33
"fuck," he groans, braids slipping across his shoulders and swishing by his jaw when his head drops, forehead hitting your shoulder harshly as he lets out an incoherent moan.
he's got his cock hilt deep inside you, and you're squeezing him so tight, you're so warm and so wet — he can't believe someone else is capable of making him feel so damn good.
he hates it, really. but he's obsessed - he's in denial but he's fucking addicted, and it's why he keeps coming back.
every time, he tells you that this is the last time and that you shouldn't count on him to come back - but he does, and he knows you know he's attached to you, attached to the way you milk him so well.
he's showed up tonight as well, after all - pushing through your door as soon as you opened it, grabbing you by the waist and roughly setting you on the work desk against your living room wall, one hand going between your legs immediately.
you take hold of one of his braids and tug, pressing your cheek to his hair. "feels — hah — feels good?" he only thrusts harder into you, and you know he's pissed that you're trying to tease him - tease him for despising you, despising how you're the only one that makes him cum the way you do, tease him for being so fucking obsessed.
"shut it," he groans into your shoulder, digging his nails into your ass and making you let out a whimper — but the next moment you clench around him, it pushes him past the brink and he cums without warning, cums so hard he has to bite his lip to hold back a moan that he knows would be at least an octave higher than his normal voice.
it makes his face burn, because he just can't keep his composure around you.
he tries, but you know how he's feeling anyway, as he paints your insides white, and you giggle breathily into his ear, which makes him all the more pissed - but fuck.
you're not even close to your high, he hasn't even been going for that long yet, and it hurts his pride - it really does, but he can't care enough about it because you just feel too good.
he pushes through his high, moans building past his throat as he sloppily retains his rhythm, and then he feels your hands around his face.
you lift his face up to yours, and he can't even see you clearly, only noticing now that the lights in your house are turned off. you lift his face up and lean in, kissing him softly, and shit—
yeah, he's made up his mind since the first time to never, ever let anyone know he's fucking you. to never let anyone know he's obsessed with you, to never let anyone know about how he keeps swearing that he wont return but always, always ends up coming back to you.
firstly because it's a blow to his pride, and he knows he'll never hear the end of it from his friends and fellow gang members - the haitani ran, reduced to nothing but messy pieces, just because of the way you feel around his cock?
no, he's never telling anyone about you.
but it's not only because his ego is bruised that he wants to keep you a secret, he knows this, and the second reason glints almost evilly within his mind and within your eyes as you cup his face, carress the rise of his cheekbones and kiss him down from his peak.
he keeps you a secret because he's slowly starting to get attached to you, not just to the way you make him cum so hard but to the way you smile when you see him at your door, the way you kiss him so gently, the way you — you.
because despite how he treats you, fucking you and leaving with only promises of abandoning you (that only end up getting broken anyway) you're impassive to that. in fact, you seem to enjoy it.
probably because you're aware that he's fucking crazy about you.
"ran," you whisper, sweetly, and he tries to snap out of it. pulling away, he lets go of you and steps back, cock still red and weeping — and you smirk. "wanna go another round? or do you want me to help you clean up?"
he hates it - hates how you sit there, on the desk where he pushed you onto, looking so coy and attractive, and so he turns around, dresses himself despite the way he wants to take you up on that first offer, and makes his way out of your place.
you get off the table and follow him to the door, pulling on a shirt as you walk over — and he gives you a distasteful glance as he pauses to put on his shoes. you only give him a smile as he turns to leave. "come back tomorrow?"
"shut up," he hisses, and doesn't look back as he gets out, gets onto his motorcycle and drives away - but he knows, and he knows you know, that he'll always come back.
Squeeze me Tight
“As long as you wish for it, I will hold you.”
Diluc x Gn!Reader
Fluff/comfort. Not fully proofread, Cuddling scenarios!
Warnings: None!
->Where the reader has a bad day, and all they want to do is cuddle with their portable heater. Sending my love to anyone who had a bad day. This one’s for you♡
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" no need for small talk. all that matters is that you were safe last night. " — diluc masterlist
matching costumes with them: crack + fluff hcs
how it feels when they kiss you for the first time: fluff short fic. lots of skinship
<3 zombie apocalypse au: fluff + crack hcs & short fic. mentions of killing zombies
<3 pet names + nicknames for each other: fluff hcs
how they carry you: fluff hcs. fan favorite!
<3 diluc and xiao as your pet cat: fluff + crack hcs. mentions of mice and hairballs
taking a strand of their hair as your mustache: fluff + slight crack short fic. lots of cuddling and touch
smau messages for when you're sick: fluff + crack texts. childe's real name spoiler, brief mention of death
random hcs w/ genshin boys: fluff. mentions of being flustered
random hcs w/ genshin boys pt. 2: fluff
more to be added soon...
mondstadt | liyue + childe | others/general | 1k special
started 3/1/21
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☆ he accidentally hurts you (angst) - sfw 🐝
☆ wearing black lingerie around him - slight nsfw
☆ someone else buys you a drink - sfw 🐝
☆ trying to get baby to say dada - sfw
☆ laying head in lap - sfw
☆ use of safe word - light nsfw
☆ meeting baby for first time - sfw
☆ kaeya w/ autistic reader - sfw
☆ kaeya and diluc crushing on the same reader - sfw
☆ fluff hcs - sfw
☆ reader w/ an eating disorder - sfw
☆ scared/fear - sfw 🐝
☆ argument and comfort - sfw
☆ getting caught - nsfw
☆ honey - sfw (kaeya x m!reader, cw homophobia) 🐝
☆ seasonal hcs - sfw (kaeya x reader)
☆ cherry - sfw (kaeya x reader x diluc)
☆ reader feels like a second choice - sfw
☆ reader can fall asleep anywhere/anytime - sfw
☆ holding/massaging your boobs - nsfw
☆ platonic kaeya + diluc - sfw
☆ philocaly - slight nsfw, reader has a nightmare 🐝
☆ compulsion - sfw, reader has mental illness 🐝
☆ eclipse tent scene - sfw, romantic kaeya 🐝
☆ he helps you move into a new apartment - sfw
☆ doubts - sfw
☆ he saves you after an attempt - sfw, tw
☆ piercing - nsfw
☆ three times he lets you see him cry - sfw 🐝
☆ washing your hair - sfw
☆ flirty reader - suggestive, sfw
☆ making him a bracelet (tiktok trend) - sfw
☆ tonedeaf - sfw
☆ eclipse tent scene - sfw, platonic diluc 🐝
☆ he accidentally hurts you (angst) - sfw 🐝
☆ reader calls diluc pretty - sfw
☆ wearing black lingerie around him - slight nsfw
☆ someone else buys you a drink - sfw 🐝
☆ single dad diluc p2 (dating him) - sfw
☆ making out - slight nsfw
☆ reader has monotone voice - sfw
☆ father’s day with diluc - sfw 🐝
☆ laying head in lap - sfw
☆ unknown god possesses reader one shot - sfw
☆ use of safe word - light nsfw
☆ s/o is good at singing and playing piano - sfw
☆ unexpected pregnancy - sfw (part 2 here)
☆ meeting baby for first time - sfw
☆ kaeya and diluc crushing on the same reader - sfw
☆ scared/fear - sfw 🐝
☆ diluc x reader that feels like second choice - sfw 🐝
☆ getting caught - nsfw
☆ diluc x reader w/ doubts about relationship - sfw 🐝
☆ cherry - sfw (kaeya x reader x diluc)
☆ single dad hcs - sfw
☆ lone star: diluc x f!reader, tw abortion - sfw 🐝
☆ family portrait - sfw
☆ reader can fall asleep anywhere/anytime - sfw
☆ reader is part of the fatui - sfw (kinda spicy at the end)
☆ platonic kaeya + diluc - sfw
☆ diluc with a cat + a dog - sfw
☆ he helps you move into a new apartment
☆ ace reader x diluc
☆ catching diluc over the phone - nsfw 🐝
☆ he saves you after an attempt - sfw, tw
☆ reader is afraid of the dark
☆ reader has a small chest - sfw
☆ washing your hair - sfw
☆ reader finds the ring - sfw
☆ soft sex - nsfw 🐝
☆ making him a bracelet (tiktok trend) - sfw
☆ tonedeaf - sfw
☆ ice skating with diluc - sfw
☆ holding/massaging your boobs - nsfw
☆ reader has a monotone voice - sfw
☆ laying head in lap - sfw
☆ unexpected pregnancy - sfw (part 2 here)
☆ serenitea pot domestic hcs - sfw
☆ kaebado v-day short - sfw
☆ klee and albedo short - sfw
☆ family portrait - sfw 🐝
☆ mona helps reader through a panic attack - sfw
☆ cuddling hcs - sfw
☆ razor and noelle fluff - sfw
☆ razor and xingqui learning literacy hcs - sfw
☆ fischnett harry potter au - sfw
☆ fischnett comfort hcs - sfw 🐝
☆ fischnett first date - sfw
☆ fischnett harry potter au - sfw
☆ bennett x calm reserved reader - sfw
☆ fischnett comfort hcs - sfw 🐝
☆ fischnett first date - sfw
☆ venti dad hcs (reader is other parent) - sfw
☆ holding/massaging your boobs - nsfw
Modern AU headcanons - Diluc as a wine industry tycoon
Warning: NSFW
Pairing: Diluc x gn reader
You and Diluc have been fortunate enough to be born as the heirs to the wine tycoon business run by your families. The vineyards are flourishing and the company has been passed down from one generation to the next for decades.
Your families have been handling the business matters side by side, fighting back against any adversities. Like a hand in glove, with the core principles being mutual respect and sincerity, the successful partnership has always made their chests swell with pride.
Ever since you were small children, your parents have made it a point to time and time again remind you of the importance of the family business and the well-fortified trust between your ancestors. You had to attend extra lessons, read lots of books or meet other wine specialists to gather the necessary knowledge to take over the wine empire.
The time has finally come and your parents have deemed both of you ready to be in charge of the family-run business.
The hitch is, though, that you and Diluc are far from being happy to share the ownership of the world-famous winery. But, it wasn’t always the case. In the past, one could say that you were perhaps too inseparable, leaving Diluc’s step-brother behind. However, as time went by, the connection was gradually lost and now it only remains a bitter-sweet memory.
Diluc, for reasons known only to himself, finds you unfit for the task of being a co-owner of the company. He despises the idea of running the business together with you and bluntly criticises you in front of your family members.
Nevertheless, your parents have already settled on a plan of action, giving you an ultimatum to mend the fences and prove to them that you’re worthy of inheriting the winery tycoon.
„You have a month to end this childish nonsense.”
Diluc’s father informs adjusting the knot in his tie. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Diluc’s pouty face. He looks stiffened like a wooden wine rack and that mental connotation alone sends you into a fit of stifled giggles. Diluc’s eyes express a mix of annoyance and repulsion once he reluctantly peers at you from the opposite side of the coffee table.
„I’m sorry, ahem,” you clear your throat and straighten up in your armchair, mirroring Diluc’s weird position. His face contorts in a fake smile, which you immediately reciprocate, causing his eyes to narrow.
„Erm…, I was saying,” Diluc’s father refocuses your attention back to him, „You need to somehow learn to co-operate. I’m thoroughly sick and tired of your antics. I’ve already spoken to Kaeya. Should you fail to come to your senses, he’ll be the one inheriting the majority of shares.” He informs, taking a sip of the coffee in his hand.
Diluc looks ready to rise to his feet, however, he composes himself and digs his nails into the armrest, turning to his father.
„I thought he said he wasn’t interested in anything that has to do with the company. Apart from plundering our wine barrels for free, that is.”
„He was thoughtful enough to change his mind per my request.”
Diluc snickers, „Oh, how considerate.”
„It’s your last warning. Screw this up and you’ll be forever stuck as Kaeya’s personal assistants.” He announces, grimacing at the bitter taste of the beverage. „You could perhaps start with buying a new coffee machine. It tastes like dog’s piss.” He reluctantly lifts himself from the armchair and saunters to the door.
„It’s your coffee machine, Dad,” Diluc observes in a huff.
But, his father’s already marched out of the office, leaving you two alone. The ticking of the clock is the only sound that breaks the stillness of the room. Your fingers start impatiently drumming on the armrest. Diluc’s eyes zero in on you.
„What? Why are you looking at me like this? Don’t tell me it’s my fault.” You gasp, feigning offence.
„Remind me of the time when it actually wasn’t.”
You roll your eyes and decide to remove yourself from his view before he throws another tantrum.
And so, the co-operation thing has kicked off pretty fast. Albeit, it is still quite rough around the edges.
For the sake of his sanity, Diluc suggests that you should reside in a separate office and reduce your daily interaction to an absolute minimum. He tells you to compose a list of matters that require both your and his attention, which you will later discuss once you’ve agreed on a date of a meeting. He informs you about all of that in an e-mail. He is kind enough to notify you that if, for some reason, you happen to have some doubts his secretary will be ready to answer your questions.
The first days he avoids you like a plaque, hoping that things will somehow blow over if he only stays out of your way and continues doing his job.
He thinks he doesn’t need your help and can single-handedly deal with the paperwork and the meetings.
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