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⇢ ˗ˏˋ recents: celebrity au! - echoes of time

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warm  — shuji hanma

pairing: hanma shuji x fem! reader

note: this is extremely self-indulgent because i need it. thank you.

For someone whose entire life revolves around violence and brutality, Shuji was the only person you could cuddle to sleep.

If it were any other occasion, Shuji’s voice would be grating in your ears, so annoying that it would threaten to burst your eardrums and make a vein pop in your forehead because that was the point of your relationship. He enjoyed annoying you, he got off on the fact that he was the only one who could get on your nerves and yet make you crumble beneath him that same day. 

But as childish as he was, the tall man knew when to not cross a specific line with you. 

You dearly cherished your personal space, even more so your alone time after a long day of interacting with people and your boyfriend knew that. His golden eyes peeked from behind his glasses as you walked through the door with stiff shoulders, furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown on your face.You looked like you were one second away from crying. 

And yet he doesn’t say anything. He continues to observe as you take off your shoes in silence, eyes never daring to find his as he sits on the couch. The way your body moves deeply fascinates him, and he can’t pull his gaze away from you as you move in complete and almost worrying quiet.

“Welcome,” his first attempt to hear your voice ends up being a complete failure. You flash him a half-hearted smile as you walk past him and towards the bathroom. He hears the sound of the tap running and ten minutes later, you’re stepping out with no make-up and your hair pulled away from your face. 

He reaches for the remote control and starts to lower the volume, the gesture serving as proof that the man knows you like the back of his hand. 

When you still refuse to utter a word as you move through the kitchen to make yourself a snack, your boyfriend pushes himself off of the couch and starts to walk towards you. When you start to sense him getting closer, your shoulders stiffen up again and Shuji could’ve sworn he saw your jaw clench as he stood near the kitchen island. 

“Whatchu making?” 

You don’t want to start a fight, so you choose to respond. “Toast.”

“With?” 

He knows he’s pushing it. 

“Strawberry jam.” you respond quietly, hand tightly gripping the knife.

“Fuck yeah,” he leans forward on the kitchen island, his chin propped on the palm of his hand as he continues to analyze you. “You gonna have that by itself?”

Sighing deeply, you finally turn to face the man.“What do you mean?”

“Like…without a show or some shit?”

You hate that he has a point. Heaving out a deep sigh, you place your toast on a plate then your feet carry you towards the couch. You steal some of Shuji’s blankets, making a nest out of them while the tall man watches in amusement as you bury yourself beneath a pile of warm and fluffy fabric. 

Then you give him a stare.

That stare.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow. Whilst your boyfriend appreciated you in all of your states, your silence bringing out your cuddly side was his absolute favorite.

“Shuji.” Your tone is final, leaving no room for any playful banter he had been preparing. 

Slowly, he moves towards the couch and finally joins you under the pile of blankets. He doesn’t point out the way you throw yourself on top of him, or how he becomes your only source of warmth. Instead, his hand reaches towards the remote control and knows exactly what show to pick.

Criminal Minds.

You nuzzle your face against his neck when the episode starts with a person getting chased through the forest by the un-sub, and Shuji could’ve sworn he even heard a quiet hum. 

“I don’t get how this shit is comforting to you.” He says jokingly, one strong arm wrapped around your middle while the other pulls your legs on his lap. You shrug your shoulders, eyelids feeling heavy.

“I like the dynamic of the team.” 

Fifteen minutes into the episode, Shuji notices the way you had stopped reacting altogether. He peeks down, finding your eyes closed shut and your lips slightly parted as your breath slowed down. 

His eyes then landed on your hand, how it clutched the fabric of his shirt whilst your other hand sat gently on your lap. A peaceful look adorned your soft features, and the tension completely dissipated from your body. 

Shuji then remembers what you had told him when the two of you were much younger, much more naive. 

“I hate cuddling to sleep. The thought seems suffocating.”

A young Hanma teases you about it.“Does it?”

“Absolutely.” You make a face. “Sleeping is a me time. I don’t want to be touching someone when doing that.”

He doesn’t know if you remember this about yourself, or if he was an exception to the fact. All Shuji knew was that he would never take such thing for granted, not when you were the first person to ever make falling in love feel so easy. 

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need a long ass fanfic thats gonna distract me from my misery

Eid mubarak to those who celebrate it ❤️

we’ve come a veeeeery long way friends 🙂‍↕️

pairing: college student! suguru x college student!fem! reader

genre: nsfw

there was something undeniably vulnerable about sex. despite hook ups being a thing, the concept of stripping naked for someone whom you don’t know enough about beside their name was either exciting for some, and a nightmare for others.

now, you weren’t one to say no for a one night stand—you had your fair share of fun as a stressed college student looking for an outlet to the gut wrenching anxiety that ate up at your bones like a worm. you weren’t one to deny that it gave you some self confidence, but this was different.

college student! suguru had his eye on you for the longest time before finally approaching you at one of the parties he was hosting. tall, long dark hair tied in a bun and an outfit that screamed ‘I don’t even try to look good, but here we are’. the man seemed to be amused at the side eye you gave him as he sat next to you on the couch.

“not a fan of parties?”

“that would explain why I am here, right?” your sarcastic response doesn’t throw him off, he could sense that you had a sarcastic side to you the moment he saw you stare him down like that. but despite your attitude, suguru continues to talk to you.

the way suguru texts can be very funny. it’s unexpected, you forget that the man has it in him to send you into a fit of giggles just by a few words.

"look at the floor or ceiling, or anyone else you're feeling"

pairing: frat! suguru x fem! reader

content warning: slightly nsfw! established relationship, themes of jealousy, suguru and satoru have a frat house and they throw parties, reader has a male friend and they're a little too close.

Jealousy is a foreign, unfamiliar feeling to Suguru. He doesn’t remember a single moment where he felt small or beneath someone when holding your hand or watching you talk to someone else. After all, he knew what he meant to you and he was well aware of the genuine love the two of you had for one another.

But right now, he felt like ripping someone’s head off.

Satoru watches with amusement twinkling in his eyes as his friend’s jaw clenched once—twice, then he looks down at the drink in his hand, runs a hand over his left thigh before chugging down his drink in one go.

“You’re losing it.”

But instead of saying anything in return, Suguru crumples up the red solo cup before throwing it at the white haired male.

“Fuck off.”

“Just admit it dude,” and Suguru feels the blood boil in his veins. “You’re so fucking jealous right now.”

“Why would I be?” He raises an eyebrow. “She’s mine. I don’t got anything to be jealous about.”

Feeling risky and like adding more fuel to the fire, Satoru nods towards you. “Not even the way she’s staring at him?”

He was a friend. Just a friend, you had told him.

A guy whom you had met back in highschool and were extremely close to, someone who had shared a deep connection with you on a platonic level. He was a guy whom you had openly admitted to trusting with your life if Suguru wasn’t around to protect you.

At first he found that endearing, and it was comforting to know that you were able to maintain such a solid friendship with a guy back from highschool.

That was until he met the guy and things changed.

It’s not that he felt insecure, Suguru had never once doubted how attractive he was in your eyes, but there was something about the way you talked to this guy that made his stomach churn.

The inside jokes, the loud gasp when your friend had given you a gift you mentioned once when the two of you were young and naïve. It was the way in which you remembered the menu he used to order when the two of you would have lunch together, the way this friend stood in your kitchen as though he had been there many times before.

But the nail to the coffin was the look this friend was giving you.

Suguru was a large man, tall and broad shoulders and muscular arms which put you in a headlock every time you fuck. He was also a caring lover, tending to your needs and ensuring you were the healthiest you could be.

Logically, there was no need for him to feel jealous.

But God did he want to knock out his fucking teeth.

He doesn’t blame you for looking so fucking good in that short dress of yours, or the way your boobs were almost completely out. He knows that the makeup look you had chosen for that night was breathtaking, and that the lip combo would drive any man crazy.

But at the end of the day, he was going to make you cry your makeup off.

He gets up from the couch, marching through the party crowd and towards the kitchen where he could see you explain to your friend how you sneak in your own snacks to these parties. But your friend’s eyes were all over your body.

“So I walk in with a plastic bag, I try to hide it behind me—“

“Baby,” you look up from the snack plate in front of you when you hear the familiar purring of your boyfriend’s voice, a big smile on your face. “What are you doing?”

But before you could say anything, Suguru’s hand firmly grasps your waist before pulling you towards him. Your back slams against his chest, and your face flushes when his other hand travels down to your hip.

“I— I was eating snacks and you-“

“Oh, I meant the conversation you were having.” You can’t see your boyfriend’s face, but you notice the slight shift in your friend’s face as he looks at Suguru. “Seemed too interesting.”

You giggle nervously as you rest your head against his shoulder, trying to ignore the way his sudden affection was making you feel. “I was telling him about how I sneak in snacks,”

“Oh?” Suguru chuckles, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispers. “Naughty girl.”

Your breath hitches, and you feel trapped between your friend getting a front row ticket to your boyfriend making a mess of you, and Suguru’s large arms holding you in place. Heat travels up to your face and you look away from your friend as your hands grip your boyfriend’s forearms.

Such a familiar feeling to him, but it was missing the nails digging into his skin.

“Stop,” you giggle again, this time out of breath. You try to get out of his grasp, but Suguru goes from holding you in place to trapping you between his body and the counter. His body is looming over yours in a familiar manner, one arm gently wrapped around your shoulders whilst he rests his other hand on the counter. Then he places his chin on top of your head, pressing his chest further against your back.

“Go on, you weren’t done.” He speaks in a low, sultry voice, emphasizing each word with a press of his crotch against your ass.

It throws you off guard, leaving you a flustered mess as you make a poor attempt of collecting your thoughts. You can't look your friend in the eye, he's gone completely quiet as he watches the scene unfold before him.

Suguru's quiet yet loud dominance, the pace at which you melted against him, the lack of hesitance to give yourself completely to your boyfriend. Your friend felt very out of place.

"I get the bag," you start, this time avoiding eye contact. "And Suguru usually comes through the door and--"

"stare at you for a good minute, taking in how pretty you are," he says loud enough for your male friend to hear, and playfully so your face gets hotter.

"T-Then he takes the bag from me and lets me go to his room to finish getting ready,"

"Mhm," he rests his cheek on the top of your head, staring at your friend. "My room always smells like you by the time you're done."

"And Suguru puts the snacks in the pantry where no one goes."

"Not that Satoru lets them," the tall male cracks a joke, flashing your friend a smile.

Next thing you knew, your friend was excusing himself and marching towards the bathroom.

You try to turn and face Suguru, pushing your ass against his crotch so he could weaken his grasp around your shoulders. However, you let out a quiet gasp when you feel something hard against your ass and Suguru trapping you further against the counter.

"Suguru?" you ask quietly, fingernails digging in his forearms when you feel his lips drag down your neck.

"Hm?"

"What was that about?" You giggle when he nips at the skin of your neck. But he doesn't respond, continuing to give your neck open-mouthed kisses until he reaches your shoulders and then your bare back.

"Not here--" you gasp when he kisses the back of your neck, trailing down your back. You arch away from him, but Suguru's hand wraps around your neck and squeezes lightly.

"Right here," your breath hitches at the lust coating his voice, nails digging deeper into his skin. "Let's warm up a little."

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sevika is so damn fine i really need to take a breath whenever i see an edit of hers