my brain is rotting by the mere thought of suna rintarou being so fucking talented at shibari, i mean it in the way that not only does it entail him expertly weaving through knots but also the pure aesthetic value of it? sometimes he even includes flowers that matches the colour of the rope to either complement your complexion or to stand out stark against your skin, not that it matters, it always ends with you looking beautifully debauched. but also? the way he’ll bend your limbs this way and that just to find new and inventive ways of braiding strands of them together so the slightest of flinches, squirms, even the way you breathe, has a part of the rope pressing against you even harder, providing constant stimulation that never seems to stop — unless he says so. god, just the imagery of suna’s absolutely ridiculously beautiful fingers meticulously tying each rope around your body is making my heart hurt so bad, i love one (1) man and his name is suna rintarou.
Colds & Birthday Celebrations (Javi Gutierrez x gnReader)
pairing: Javi Gutierrez x genderneutral!reader. Part of the bodyguard!verse
summary: It’s Javi’s birthday party and you’re stuck in bed with a cold and a fever.
words:~1500
warnings: none
notes: Very self-indulgent ficlet written from my bed, where I’m cooped up with a fever. Unbeta’d. So any mistakes you find are my own.
Colds & Birthday Celebrations
Through the open window, you could hear the faint sounds of the party being in full swing down in the garden. Judging by the laughs and the volume of the music, you’d say the event seemed to be a success. That was nice. Javi deserved that, you thought to yourself.
It did frustrate you immensely that you couldn’t be there to supervise the whole thing and make sure nothing went awry. And annoyed you to no end that for someone who never got sick, you had picked a hell of a weekend to catch a cold.
