DATING NISHIKAWA YASUSHI

DATING NISHIKAWA YASUSHI

☆ When he first met you, he was a bit surprised by how calm and warm hearted you were towards him, even after watching him knock people's teeth in.

☆ He's quite cocky and tends to be very blunt with what he wants.

☆ He gives off insanely chaotic vibes, while your so mellow and rational.

☆ I think being around him rubs off on you a bit and you get a little unhinged sometimes.

☆ He lets you braid the side of his hair when it starts to come loose.

☆ He will never admit to it but he leaves his hoodies or shirts at your house, just so you'll wear them.

☆ When he's tired, he becomes a lot more manageable and he usually will just want to cuddle with you and get some rest.

☆ You have banned him from drinking any form of coffee, for good reason.

☆ A 5'7 feral child with anger management issues and a love for a special lady.

☆ When others found out about your relationship, they thought you were being black mailed or forced but seeing you two together is a surprisingly enjoyable sight.

☆ Completely unrelated but he was a kid who was put on a child safety tether, in other words he was a child on a leash.

☆ He's honestly not the most romantic guy but he's trying. He buys you flowers when he can, takes you on dates often and spends lots of time with you.

☆ He definitely skips school entirely just to go see you.

☆ He has definitely gotten violent with a lot of people because they said something bad about you.

☆ He eats a lot of unhealthy food and he has an incredibly unbalanced diet, so you help him with that and he also finds out he really likes mangos.

☆ He becomes a little less reckless after getting into a relationship with you because of the fact that you care about him so much and he doesn't want to worry you.

☆ I feel like he has a fair amount of money saved up somewhere and he splurges a bit to buy you a matching chain necklace.

☆ He often listen to you, doing or not doing what you say.

☆ When you two walk together he always has his hands in his pockets so you hook your arm around his.

☆ He worries about you walking alone, especially at night because of what happened to Kiyoshi, so he's always there to walk you home or to where you need to be.

☆ He gets jealous easily, it's not because he's insecure about himself or the relationship, he just hates other men trying to persue you.

☆ He runs like a furnace when he sleeps, it's great for cold nights.

☆ I feel like he would introduce you Kiyoshi first once you both offically get together. Kiyoshi think your great and starts asking if you have any single friends.

☆ When it comes to meeting you're family, he's doesn't care what people think about him in general so he isn't too worried, but he does want to make sure he isn't making a bad impression. They think he's a bit weird and erratic but they trust you can handle yourself.

☆ Honestly at surface level he doesn't seem like he would be faithful but he is completely loyal and devoted to the one's he loves.

☆ He has a hard time saying "I love you" but he tried to show it through other means, physical affection, gifts etc.

☆ When you get sick, he's pretty useless to be honest. He doesn't know how to help at all, so you'll need to tell him how he can help. Probably spends most of his time cuddling you.

☆ He's pretty playful with nicknames, calling you things such as; firecracker, dumbass, babycakes and sometimes even fucker.

☆ He is shameless about PDA but keeps it minimal for your sake.

☆ His kisses are odd, I mean they're firm but gentle?

my dog is flooding the floor with piss as i type this))

Character A is very rough during sex and, theyre trying their best to make B's first time very comfortable.

I hope u got ur dog to stop🤯😂

How To Comfort A Partner Before Intimacy

18+ ONLY Minors DNI

TW: mentions of sex, very ooh lala

Btw this is not real advice on how to comfort a virgin. Butttt it may be useful.

“Does this feel good? I can stop”

Lube. Lots of lube and gently smoothing it over their entrance.

Loosening their partner up with positive words and complimenting on how well they’re taking it

“We’re almost done… shhh… I’m almost all the way in.”

Character A who resists the urge to speed up in the fear that they’ll get carried away

Pleasuring Character B with their fingers first and describing how they’d do them so they would understand and won’t be suddenly surprised when they actually have sex.

Character A using a toy first to widen them so there isn’t any pain later. Rotating, spinning and pushing it in and out enough times to emulate what it would be like

If they try any pills to help stimulate Character B and relax their muscles a little bit more

If Character B is the type who likes to plan out or control things they can write down all the steps they want to do

Character A going half way in and this works for oral sex as well.

Practicing safe words🥺

Character A grips onto the pillows/sheets/bed tightly to stop themselves from going any harder than Character B’s preferred pace

“Breathe baby, breathe. I’m right here.”

Eye contact. Searching for even the tiniest amount of pain or resistance.

Making sure Character B isn’t lying or pretending they’re fine so Character A gives them options instead of just “yes” or “no” question in case they’re too scared to be vocal

“No! I’m fine… keep going I can handle this.”

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MASTERLIST

Theater kid!Yuu: Okay, this year's cast for the first year's rendition of Peter Pan goes as follows. Ace, Peter Pan.

Ace: YES!

Theater kid!Yuu: Deuce, Lost boy because you don't have to remember your lines and still get to fight.

Deuce: Thank the Seven.

Theater kid!Yuu: Jack, Captain Hook.

Jack: Sure.

Theater kid!Yuu: Ortho, Wendy.

Ortho: I'm a star!

Theater kid!Yuu: Epel, Tinker Bell.

Epel: What no! Why do I have to be Tinker Bell?! Make Ortho Tinker Bell!

Theater kid!Yuu: You're Tinker Bell because Vil bribed me with an upgrade to our costume and prop budget. He also already has your costume ready.

Epel: That's corruption!

Theater kid!Yuu: It's showbiz, every child star as an overbearing narcissistic parent making deals for them. Be grateful It's Vil and not a real monster. Sebek, you are the crocodile.

Sebek: I will not! I'll bearly be in the show.

Theater kid!Yuu: Unless you want to be Mr.Smee I'd shut up and put the costume on. I paid for it with Epel's pride.

♡↷ | "When will I see you again.." (Childhood crushes that never faded)

CHARACTERS. Riddle Rosehearts, Ruggie Bucchi, Malleus Draconia

TAGS. Fluff, Love at first sight(?), meeting them at their childhood/teenagehood, spoilers for character's backstory(?), ambiguous ending, mentions of being stabbed in Malleus' part

WORD COUNT. 2 035

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.. ᐟᐟ

Somewhere in the Queendom of Heart's small forest, you, a little child wandering off alone to explore. Walking not too far, you heard a shuffle and a few whimpered cries behind the bush. You were curious as to what it was and walked toward it. You pushed down a few leaves to see a red-headed boy crouched down and crying.

"AH—!" The boy jolted as he heard the bushes beside him shake from movement—he held an arm up defensively and closed his eyes like he's defending from an attack. "Are you...lost?" You asked in a gentle tone. He opened his eyes slowly, his eyes fully opened after

"Uhm, I-I am..." He looked down from his lap but a minute later, his tears started to pour out again, "I don't know where I am..." he sniffles, "Mother would be angry if she found out I— I haven't stayed out this long..." He's not only scared of being alone out of nowhere, but also because scared of his mother finding out about his secret.

You panicked when the tears kept flowing out like a waterfall, "Oh no.. don't cry—! I'll help you out of here, we're not too far off of home!" You kneeled in front of him and grabbed his soft, tiny hands, and give him a reassuring smile "C'mon, follow me!" You stood up and pulled him out of the ground, dragging him out of the forest.

This was the first time Riddle held someone's hand and felt the warm fuzzy feeling he read in books. He can't contain the red blush adorning his face either. Is this what adults call 'love'? But he was far too young! He doesn't even know your name yet! Oh no... He held someone's hand... he's not married yet and he held someone's hand! How inappropriate! Mother would be ashamed....

His thoughts were all over the place he doesn't notice you already arrived at Queendom of Roses. His best friend Trey and Chenya just outside the forest, waiting for him.

"He's alive! Chenya, he's not dead yet!" The green haired shook his cat friend back and forth before running off to hug their short friend. "We've been worried sick! We couldn't find you anywhere!" One of them said,

"I'm okay Trey, an angel found and saved me!" The two was confused and look to the side, they see you standing behind them awkwardly. once they all pulled away from their hug, the two friends gave a small bow and a thank you for founding and helping their friend out.

But sadly, you soon had to leave. "It was nice meeting you! But I have to return home, see you next time!" You waved them goodbye and ran off. The three boys waves back while Riddle smiled fondly, Chenya nudged his elbow to his arm teasingly. "It looks like you have a crush~" Riddle gasped and playfully punched his friend's arm, "I do not!"

To this day, Riddle remembers that small but memorable memory, he never once let himself forget. It was the day he experienced the feeling of 'love'—he wishes he can meet you again even if it's a brief moment.

It may sound foolish—clinging to a person he only met once in his life. How absurd to even continue loving them when you barely know them at all. But he lets himself be foolish, he'll let himself be deluded because he hasn't given up finding you yet.

RUGGIE BUCCHI.. ᐟᐟ

As a child, Ruggie had always had it rough—he had to thrive and work hard just for a piece of bread. The world was too cruel on him. He only wishes for one day, one day where he doesn't have to steal or work tiredly just for one meal with a drink.

As if his wish was granted, he saw a noble walking by on the slumps without anyone defending them, they're completely defenseless. Their luxurious bag look liked it was handcrafted by an expensive fabric, the inside smelled a delicious aroma of food he'll never get to eat. Out of instinct of a hyena, he ran towards you and stole everything he can grab on,

"Oomf— What the..." The sudden bump made you stumble, but you get to see a brown-haired(?) beastman who stole from you run away "Hey—! Get back!" But your shoutings was ignored as he continued to run. The only thing you have left was a water bottle and your extra coin purse somewhere in your pocket.

Ruggie hid in a corner where no one can see him, he ate the first thing he grabbed from the bag, he gobbled the expensive looking bread and ate it all. Inside still had some extra—enough to feed the remains to his family.

"Slow down. You'll choke if you eat too fast." Your sudden appearance fumbled him, How did you get here so fast? He grabs all the items he stole from you and piled them all up, protecting them like a beast protecting their valuables, "I'm not gonna steal it back, here, have this water." You hand out an metal water bottle, which, he was still hesitant to take. What if you're trying to poison him? "Geez, you're too wary..." You pulled out the cap and poured some water in it, drinking it to prove it was consumable. When you held out the bottle again, he quickly snatched it from your hands and drank all of it like it was the last water he'll ever drink. Some even spilled out of his mouth

"...Thanks," he said lowly as he wiped his mouth off, "You're welcome!" You gave him the biggest grin you could muster. It gives Ruggie an ick at first, how can someone this be forgiving when they just got robbed? He has too many questions, why are you so... Weird...?? You didn't yell, shout or do anything to get back at him after he mugged you.

Are you secretly a saint, or a liar who'll liar him who'll punish him after?

He has too many questions, and none had been answered, but one he guess so far is that you came from a rich family. The given hint was your expensive attire.

"What are you doing here, anyone here could've easily robbed you or done something worst. You don't even have any guard on sight to protect you." He chides and eyes you suspiciously. You let out an awkward laugh and touched the back of your neck, "I wasn't thinking when I ran away... It was also dumb of me from getting lost." Oh, so he was right, you are a noble. A very dumb one at that.

Watching you be naive to your surroundings, he almost felt guilty for robbing you—he guesses he can repay you by getting you back to your guards.

He let out a sigh after contemplating his decision, "I'll safely get you out of here." After he said that you gave him a loud thank you as your eyes sparkled like jewels. He wishes he can have it for himself, it was breathtaking

"You have to pay me first, Nishishi~" You pulled out a coin purse from your pocket and was willing to give him everything to, "Deal!" He flicked your forehead and scolded you for how idiotic you were. Seriously, who the hell easily falls for a simple joke?

He wishes he didn't help you return to your home. He wishes he stole you away instead. Because that was the last time he ever saw you, it's like you completely disappeared forever. The only remaining he has of you was the coin purse you gave him.

MALLEUS DRACONIA.. ᐟᐟ

A stroll in the woods alone could be scary for a little kid like you, but you were different—you're a Fae! It means you're powerful, strong, you can totally take care of yourself! Well, you cower in fear once you heard a loud roar. It wasn't from any feline animal like a lion, it sounded like it came from a dragon, a weeping dragon. You gulped when you realized how near you were to the Dragon's territory. What if you get eaten?! But a little peek wouldn't hurt... Right?

You hid behind a tree to look at the dragon, and what you saw surprised you. Normally in fairytales, Dragons were more larger and menacing—this one was rather... small... You took a closer look to see why it was whaling so loud. There, a sword was impaled on its stomach and it was losing blood, it look like it was weakened from it with how spent it looked. You wanted to leave it alone, but you felt bad for it.

You didn't know Dragons can sense their surroundings because their head turned toward you, and their eyes were piercing through your skull. You shrieked and almost ran away but it let out another wail that made you turn around and face it again.

This time, walking towards it in a more civil approach. "Uh, do you want me to take it out?" You pointed towards the sword, the dragon just stared at you which didn't give you a clear answer. "I'll pull it out. It might hurt, okay?" You grabbed the sword, but it was rather difficult to pull because of your weak, young body. But sooner or later you did manage to pull it out.

The Dragon let out another roar as it stood up, then it's head lowered down to your level. "...Thank you," the dragon said in a low, gruff voice. Suddenly, green magic illuminated everything, you covered your eyes with your hands from how bright it was. Once the magic died down, the dragon was nowhere to be found and was replaced by a kid a year or two older than you who stood tall and gazed at you. His hand pressed against his stomach trying to apply pressure on his wounds. He was taller than you, not adding the horns on his head.

"You're— You're just a kid—! Like me!" You shouted while pointing at him, he covered his ears from your loud shouts. "You're too loud..." His voice was surprisingly less low compared to his dragon form. You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a small 'sorry'

"Why are you out here alone?" You asked him, "Why are you out here alone." He repeated your question, he was a bit sassy. "I asked you first!" Geez, are you this childish? He thought as he ignored your question. But you gave him an innocent, curious look that made him give in, "I ran away, my mentor was forcing me to train again. I was too tired to do it"

"Why were you stabbed?"

"You ask too many questions" you weren't satisfied with that reply, and gave him the same look earlier. "A human saw me and attacked me. There, are you satisfied with your little interrogation?"

"Not quite" as you continued.

He sighed, he noticed how the sky was turning orange and how dark it had gotten. "It's getting dark soon, you should head home" he suggested. You looked left, right, and back but didn't walk away, you just look—like an animal who had gotten lost.

"...You're lost aren't you?" You turned to him in defeat

"...Yes"

He took out his free hand, and you stared at it for a bit before you held on to it. Just like before, green sparkly magic surrounded you two and fireflies appeared, the magic teleporting the two of you to the Castle. Everything was a blur after that. All he remembers was his guard already out to ask him where he had been while trying to heal his wound. He asked his mentor, Lilia, to escort you personally and return you home as he passed out from blood loss.

He doesn't remember anything after that, all he knows is that he never found you again. He tried asking Lilia, but even he doesn't know where you had gone. He can't find the Fae who saved his life.

But this doesn't mean he stopped his search. You haven't left his thought even after so long, he'll keep searching even if it's an eternity

people always talk about makeup sex and angry sex but how about comfort sex? just holding one hands while they kiss you softly all over your body. every kiss partnered with sweet praise and compliments. gentle bites on your thighs. each touch is just so soft against your skin as though you were an angel that had fallen just for them.

kill my time ♡ murayama yoshiki

soulmate au : a number you get on your wrist when you turn twenty tells you when you’ll meet the one

reader has a brother who remains unnamed ; reader has difficulties sleeping

——♡——

It wouldn’t show up until you turned twenty — your soulmark. You wouldn’t know what it was until your birthday, mind exploring the different fonts and colors and shapes it could be. It could be a time, a date, a name, a sentence ; but you wouldn’t know until you turned twenty. 

And you were already impatient for it to happen. 

You were eleven when your brother brought home a new friend. Murayama Yoshiki was two years older than you, already had a band-aid on the left side of his cheek, and was hunched over when you met. His right hand was bruised and he had a permanent scowl on his face. The toys you were playing with disappeared as the two older boys stood above you. 

“[Name],” your brother spoke. He pointed at the bruised boy with his thumb, puffing out his chest proudly as he continued. “This is ‘Yama. My new friend. Be a nice sibling and get us a snack, hm?”

You only blinked, “get it yourselves.”

Attention occupied by the toys in front of you once more, you missed how your brother deflated. Murayama let out a snort before it grew into loud, obnoxious giggles. He patted your brother on the back, “didn’t teach you to fight so you could be mean to a kid!” Murayama then crouched down in front of you, “whatcha playin’? Can we join?”

And so life went on with one more included in your dinner nights and play times.

Growing up with Murayama, there was never a dull moment. The boy was always cracking jokes, getting into fights, standing up for you when your brother bullied you. It was fun ; he was fun.

You stayed up all night to see what your soulmark would be. A matching tattoo would be pretty ; a timer counting down more convenient than anything. To your luck, a small 11 was printed on the inside of your left wrist. That meant you’d meet your soulmate in eleven years — easy enough. All you had to do was wait.

——♡——

There’s a knock on the front door that startles you awake. Pausing, you wait to see if it was real or something you’d misheard — and then a solid bang! jolts it again. You groan, shuffling from your warm, comfy bed to swing the front door open.

Murayama stands there, sheepish and alert as he peers in behind you. Sighing, you grumble, “he’s not here. Spent the night at his ass of the week’s house.”

The curly haired boy deflates but inches by you anyways as you open the door wider and let him in. You yawn, eyes catching sight of the clock and blanch at the time. “Why’re you here anyways?”

“Fishing.” He holds two fists up, one circling around as if he’s reigning in a reel. Murayama stuffs his hands into his pockets after, rocking on his heels briefly. “He’s really not home?”

“No,” you sigh out. “The sun’s not even up yet, ‘yama. The hell’re you fishing for?”

He doesn’t answer, looking over your disheveled attire and puffy eyes. “Don’t act like you were sleeping.”

“Jus’ drifted off, actually!” You give him the stink eye before turning on your heel and heading back towards your bedroom. Murayama follows behind you slowly, as if he’s testing his limits ; as if he’d never been alone with you before. You glare again as you plop back into your blankets, “no thanks to you.”

There’s a small light that’s shining in the center of your room, illuminating the area softly. It smells like lavender — your pillows, your sheets, the laundry detergent you use. All in vain ; Murayama knows it never helped you fall asleep.

“Gonna wait for him here?” Your voice is quieter ; it matches the atmosphere you’d created. He can barely see you in the dim lights, but Murayama knows you’ve cozied back up. “You’re welcome to. I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight!”

He rocks on his feet again as you turn over harshly, your back facing him. The room settles before you huff and glare at him over your shoulder. “What do you want, delinquent?”

Scrunching his nose at the old nickname, he shrugs. “You look comfy, s’all…” Murayama tilts his head side to side — your eyes narrow even more. You know where this is going. “And it is pretty early…. ‘M a little tired still…”

You groan and turn over, burying your face into your well-worn pillow. He thinks you didn’t take the bait ; thinks you won’t give in the way you typically do. But, Murayama wins most games he plays and you’re not exempt from that. “Jus’ get in already.”

Giddily, he’s jumping in beside you before he can think. You squeal when his leg rubs yours — “no sleepin’ in my bed with your jeans on!”

He’s tossing and turning endlessly, bare legs slipping against your own as he turns to the left. With a huff, Murayama lays on his back, slamming his hands onto the blanket below him. You sigh, raising up and crossing your arms in annoyance. “Are you done now, delinquent?”

“Can’t get comfy,” he says through a pout. You roll your eyes, relaxing your arms and posture as you think about just settling down and sleeping whether he was or not. Wide, brown eyes look your way, “help me, [name].”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” You clench your teeth as he shrugs, wiggling once more. 

Suddenly, your right wrist is gathered in Murayama’s grip as he slings you forward. You gulp, looking down at him now as he grins. “This could help…”

“How would me hovering over you help you sleep?” Your voice has softened ; quieted at the lack of space between you. Your fingers clench in a fist as he slightly scoots down so that your noses brush now. “Do you want me to just sleep in the air?”

You’re on your back before you can think. Murayama is caging you against your bed now, the cutely shaped light in your room illuminating from behind him like a halo. You gulp, eyes widening as he lowers his face even further, the hand that was gripping your wrist letting go. 

Slowly, Murayama’s hand meets the center of your chest, palm open as he tilts his head. “Heart’s beatin’ so fast, [name],” he’s quiet as he speaks. “Am I makin’ you nervous?”

How could he not be? He’s hovering over you, wavy strands tickling your forehead as he shifts his weight ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat as Murayama’s eyes meet yours — he just stares. 

“A little,” you squeak out. He grins at the noise ; only the right side of his lips lifting into a crooked, uneven smile. “Are you going to sleep in the air?”

Murayama lets out a loud sigh as he tilts his head, his hand creeping up to rest on your left cheek now. “I’m tryin’ to flirt with you, ya know? Why won’t you let me?”

“We—” your eyes drop to his grin before snapping them back up once more. His smile seems to widen at this, going to both sides of his mouth now. “Soulmates, delinquent. We both have someone out there, waiting for us.”

He frowns, curly hair falling into his eyes ; you resist the urge to brush it away for him. “Don’t think it could be me?”

“I’ve already met you.” Your voice is quiet again as you speak, defeated and accepting of the truth. Murayama wasn’t your soulmate, and he never would be — no matter how much both of you wanted it. “I still have a few more years to meet mine.”

As if to mock you — as if to make the truth burn more — the mark on Murayama’s wrist rubs against the one on yours. It’s warm, comforting as they touch. He sighs, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, “wish it was different.”

“Me too,” you admit. Murayama pulls away to look at you, eyes widening at your confession. You shrug half-heartedly, as best as you could when he was still holding you down. “For a while, I guess. High school was hell for me — thought about you a lot.”

Letting out a groan, the delinquent lets his head fall to your collarbone as he huffs against it. His breath is warm and tickles where it touches — you try not to think about it. “Wish I knew. Had the biggest crush on you.”

Tugging your bottom lip beneath your teeth, you tentatively rake a hand through his hair. Murayama sags against you even more, almost falling on you. “Had?”

“Still do, I think.” Letting out another sigh, the man leaves a barely-there kiss against your neck before lifting himself above you once more. His smile is shaky ; untruthful as he looks down at you. “Let’s get some rest now, hm?”

——♡——

You’re groggy as you wake up a few hours later. The blankets are still warm and slept-in ; Murayama must’ve just left. You let out a yawn, heading to the bathroom before following your growling stomach into the kitchen. Your brother is there now, deep in a conversation with his delinquent friend as you trudge your way to the refrigerator.

“Did either of you dunces make food?” Silence is the only thing that greets you. Raising your eyebrows in confusion, you turn to look at the men. Murayama’s mouth is wide open, gaping as he looks from you to your brother. The other questions his friend’s reaction, shrugging at you before leaving to shower. “Is that a no, then?”

Murayama is suddenly stomping your way, determination hitting every inch of him. Carelessly — but still gently enough to not hurt you — he pulls your left wrist to sit parallel with his own. “When we met…” he says through gritted teeth, “this could be the age we met.”

Your little 11 is side-by-side with his 13. You did meet then ; springly children who were already worrying about soulmates and new coloring books simultaneously. You gulp, your hands turning into fists as you think it over.

And, really, it’s so embarrassing how quickly you jump on him. Your clothes are still a disheveled, slept in mess ; face still puffy and voice still groggy. You know it’s not perfect — not the right, ideal time — but you leap forward and kiss Murayama anyways.

A gasp leaves his mouth as you settle against him, your tattooed wrists brushing and burning once more. You pull away briefly — only to grin at the way he chases after you — and give in immediately to kiss him again. Lightly tugging him away by his hair this time, you eye him for a minute. “This is real — we could be real?”

Murayama grins roguishly, pressing his lips to yours. He doesn’t pull away much, only enough to whisper, “think we've been real for a while.” Your grin meets his as you kiss him again.

——♡—— ofc this is for all my h&l loves @straysugzhpe @star2fishmeg @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @high-lowincorrect muah muah muah!! hopefully ill get done with this series soon bc i didnt expect to take this long </3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform.