Hi Hello Can Anyone Write A Fanfic About My Mihya Aka Michael Kaiser Based Off The Song: Dress By Taylor

hi hello can anyone write a fanfic about my mihya aka michael kaiser based off the song: dress by taylor swift please please please 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 (it can be fluff smut idc i just need someone to feed me with this)

⋆｡˚. illicit affairs - itoshi rin

• sfw (slightly suggestive)

• notes: i’ve been insanely obsessed with this taylor swift song lately and it really made me think of rin for some reason .. ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

• pro player rin x famous reader

you held your boyfriend face gently in your hands as he held himself up above you. rin peered down at you with absolute love in his eyes, his hands on both sides of your head in order to hold himself up and have this sight of you. it was what he most admired about the early mornings before his busy schedule stole him away from you.

“don’t want you to go..” your voice was a whisper, so that only you and rin would be able to hear. you wanted your words to only be for you and him, no one else. “want you here with me forever..”

rin watched your lips as you spoke, listening to your addictive voice but also focusing on what he craved most. "soon.. i promise you'll have all my time-" rin leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. "all my attention-" another kiss, "all of me" and another.

the annoying sound of rin's third alarm went off, making you huff and making rin laugh at your expression.

"you should get up, too, brat," your boyfriends scoffed laugh made you pout, though he couldn't see your face anymore. you were forced to stare at the muscles on his back flex as he pulled on that plain black shirt he wore when he came over the day before, right after practice, just like he promised.

"don't wanna get up. too cold"

rin glanced over his shoulder at you and laughed softly to himself, whispering under his breath about how cute you looked wrapped in the blanket and your face pressed into the pillow. faintly, he could see your soft skin from where the blanket was slightly slipping off of your shoulder. he could also see the beginning of the bite mark he had left on you the night before and if the blanket slipped any further, he'd be able to see the deep purple marks on your skin that matched the ones on his chest.

"get up," this time, rin's voice was more strict and you knew that he wouldn't tolerate you being whiny any longer. "you leave the country tomorrow so you have to pack anyway"

a small groan sounded from you as rin slipped into the bathroom. you rolled off of the bed and shivered slightly, wrapping your arms around yourself and rubbing over your bare skin for warmth as you sifted through rin's bag in hopes that he brought his sweatshirt along.

by the time rin had finished in the bathroom, you already had a hot cup of coffee waiting for him, wrapped warmly in the sweatshirt that still smelled like him after wearing it just the day before. you sat on the edge of the bed, slightly kicking your feet as you stared at the floor, slightly squinting and blowing at the hot liquid so you can drink it.

the sight was very familiar to rin, so he walked over, grabbed his mug from the side table and sat beside you, relaxing completely when your head fell against his arm.

he knew you were still tired - because you always were when he'd leave you in the mornings - so he remained quiet when your eyes fell closed. and when your mug nearly slipped from your hands, rin set his and your still far too hot coffee back on the table and gently pulled you into his arms. a low whine sounded from you, which rin soothed with a soft kiss to your forehead.

rin had fifteen minutes until he had to slip out of your front door with a hoodie on and a mask covering his face, holding his gym bag while he walked briskly to his car. by now, he hardly peeked out of the door before leaving, realizing that the two of you were far too paranoid and there wasn't nearly enough to worry about than you had thought.

it never bothered rin to have a secret relationship and he understood why it had to be hidden for so long. you were internationally known, far more than he was, and neither of you wanted everyone to know every single aspect of your relationship. you both had wanted it only for yourselves. he's had you all to himself for years at this point and the last thing he wanted was for the connection to be tainted by the prying eyes of the public.

the very last thing rin wanted was to lose you when it was easily preventable.

and when his fifteen minutes was up, rin still held you delicately in his arms, moving slowly so he wouldn't wake you while he set you back down on the bed. "im leaving now, baby.." rin whispered sweetly against your forehead after kissing your skin. you still whined at rin's words, not even fully processing what he said but still knowing what he was saying.

"kiss" your voice was tired and slightly crackly but rin still leaned down with a small smile and a soft gaze focused on your scrunched up expression.

his lips met yours in a loving kiss, easing the both of you at the fact that you'd have to leave each other- knowing that you usually only had the late nights and early mornings to spend with each other when your schedules were this busy.

"gotta leave now.." rin whispered against your lips before slightly pulling away, reaching down to rub gently at your reddened cheeks. and with another soft kiss to your forehead, rin picked up his bag and left you in bed to mourn the loss of his warmth.

rin glanced back before walking out of your front door, adjusting his hoodie and slipping the wedding band he usually wore on his ring finger - now hanging on a necklace - beneath his shirt before leaving with only the lingering warmth of your lips once on his and the matching marks littering his skin from you.

“Kaiser Kisser” I love ur account already

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HELLO OMG THANK YOU ⁉️⁉️☝🏻 (seeing this early in the morning made my day thankies anon <3)

short drabble !! / wrio x reader // no y/n, just used ' you ' // no caps lock n stuff

my first time writing and posting something .. maybe one day, my 37 blade smuts will see the light of the surface.

also um . bc this is my first ever post i would not mind some help on how to format my posts HAHAH aaa (help)

"nooo… wrio… don't do this.."

your sobs echoed in the bathroom, arms wrapped tightly around wriothesley's legs. if anyone were to overhear your cries, they'd probably think the worst.. an argument? physical fight? torture? no, in truth what was going on in the bathroom was much worse ...

"you're being dramatic. it's just a small shave, not that much of a difference." wriothesley sighs, shaving off the last bit of stubble.

he grabs a towel and wipes the bottom half of his face clean before placing it down near the sink, tilting his face to the left and to the right as he inspects his shave. he looks down to you, still sobbing dramatically into his bare legs.

"how do i look?" he asks, flashing you a lady-killer smirk. you look up at him. your cheeks are red and you have to blink a couple of times before you can even see him properly through the tears in your eyes.

..

"like the devil!" you cry.

"what—hey! it's not that bad, i look fine — great, even!" he defends. he leans down and wraps his hands around your arms, picking you up and letting you slump against him.

"it was the best part of you…" you sob, muffled against his shoulder.

"wow. really? not even my killer muscles? my good looks? my amazing personality?" he asks, arms wrapping around your shoulders and pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

"what personality? what good looks?" you say, arms returning his hug as you smile into his neck.

".. you didn't say anything about the muscles, am i safe there?"

"yeah, i dunno how much damage your ego can take."

✩ — 4:21am

summary: gojo satoru is a man of his word, and no matter what, he always promised to come home to you.

cw: minor angst, fluffy ending (I PROMISE) this is for all you sad hojoes out there that just want your man home all in one piece.

gojo satoru is a man of his word, and no matter what, he always promised to come home to you. you didn't actually think much of it, until one night, you awake in panic feeling that something's off. you are used to falling asleep as you wait for gojo to come home, but when you check the time and realise that it was later than usual, anxiety gnawed at your heart.

the clock on the bedside table mocks you with its relentless ticking. each passing second only intensifies your unease. you reach for your phone and check for messages or missed calls, but there's nothing. gojo hasn't contacted you since the last heated argument you had before he left for his mission. it's been hours since then.

you can’t even remember what you fought about, it was something trivial, him forgetting to put the milk back in the fridge, or not putting down the toilet seat—it was dumb. it hurts you even more now that the things you were just berating him for a few hours ago, you were begging for him to come back and do one more time.

fighting back the growing panic, you try calling him. his phone rings, but there's no answer. of course there wouldn’t be you knew that he doesn’t use his phone when he was out, but you just had to try, hoping that he’d sent a quick text to say he was just around the corner—but there was nothing.

you couldn’t help but conjure up terrifying scenarios about him. what if he’s injured? what if he’s been chopped up into little pieces and he’s in pain? wanting to call you and he can’t.

you can't stay still any longer, pacing back and forth in your dimly lit apartment. your thoughts are a jumbled mess, and you can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened. the world outside is quiet, and the darkness feels suffocating. 

your mind wanders to the first time you met him, he was persistent immediately when he first laid eyes on you, claiming that he would stop at nothing to get to be with you. and that was true. you wouldn’t give him the time of day, at first, but whenever you were around him doing your ‘hard to get routine,’ he put in extra effort just to get with you.

there wasn’t anyone you could even ask to see if he was okay, since if he wasn’t, who else would be? and there’s a part of you that wouldn’t even want to know, you had to see him, alive and well for all your worries to be gone.

as the minutes drag on, each one feeling like an eternity, you cling to thoughts of him, each memory acting as a lifeline. there wasn’t even any indication that something bad happened to him, but there is something unsettling that you just couldn’t shake.

you could feel him before you could even hear the faint tapping at the door. there isn’t any hesitation as you bolt to the door, dragging a weak standing gojo into a tight hug only pulling away as you hear him softly wince at your heavy touch.

“sorry,” he murmurs, standing with his arm clutching at his lower stomach, slightly hunched over, “i lost my keys.”

“you lost your keys?” you practically yell, “that’s what you wanna focus on right now?” you ask as you look at his injured body. this is the worst you’ve ever seen him, and you could tell that he was in pain from the way his usual breezy smile, isn’t reaching his eyes like it normally does.

you quickly usher gojo inside, supporting him as he limps toward the couch. the dim living room lights reveals a deep gash on his face, and his clothes are torn and stained with dirt and blood. 

“take off your shirt,” you order, your face filled with concern as you try and properly assess all his injuries.

“aren’t you gonna buy me dinner first?” he jokes, cringing as you remove his shirt from over his head, trying not to hurt him further.

“this isn’t the time for jokes ‘toru,” you chastise, shaking your head to prevent yourself from getting emotional, “y’know i really thought that—” you sigh, not even wanting to utter the words, since it doesn’t matter as he’s here now, alive.

“i can’t even lie,” he starts, his eyes staring down, avoiding yours. “for a moment out there, i didn’t know if i could live up to my promise to you.” you couldn’t even respond, the fact that gojo could even admit that there was a chance that he wasn’t gonna get back to you, had you panicked.

“c’mere,” he says pulling your into his lap, noticing the stressed expression that has yet to leave your face.

you were quick to jump off of him, but he kept you firm in his hold, his arms wrapped protectively around you. despite the pain he must have been in, his eyes held a mixture of relief and vulnerability as he looked into yours. “satoru you’re hurt.”

but he gave you a reassuring smile, one that couldn't quite hide the pain etched on his face. "i'm okay, really," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. “i just need you close right now."

as you settled back into his embrace, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, reassuring you that he was indeed alive and home with you, where he had always promised to be.

AN: SO GUYS HOW DID I DO? im not really a drabble or fluffy girlie, as you guys know. but um tada... this is for you all. love ya. If there’s mistakes in there it’s 6am so ignore em please IF THIS IS SHIT THEN IM SORRY I TRIED. But as long as one gojo lover says “emp you’ve mended my little heart” I can die happy

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years