lvrgirlrey

[lvrgirlrey]

hi I'm the prince soma anon, can you write how it felt for soma in the fic? Idk if that made sense? Like the fic but from Soma's pov

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello! i was unsure on how go about this exactly so i just did the same concept as the first one (soma gets rejected, father-daughter thing w sebastian) but changed it to fit soma! hopefully this was what you intended and thank you for requesting again! hope you enjoy!!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none just angst

the morning at phantomhive manor is quiet, softer than usual, as though the world itself is holding its breath. the sky is draped in gentle gray, clouds hanging low, and everything feels hushed, like a secret waiting to be shared. it’s the kind of morning that fills you with a strange, quiet excitement—because today, maybe today, you’ll finally tell y/n what’s been weighing on your heart.

each time you see her, each fleeting glance, every small smile, your feelings only grow stronger. you’ve watched her from afar for too long, and with each passing day, the ache in your chest deepens. you don’t know how she’ll react, or if she feels the same, but today, you think, it’s time to find out.

just thinking of her makes you smile. they’re strong and steady, with a quiet grace you’ve never known before. it’s different from the way people usually treat you, all formality and titles. y/n looks at you and speaks to you as if you’re just soma. and in those moments, it’s like you can be free—no longer a prince, but simply someone who wants to be near her. someone who wants to make her smile.

you notice the little things, too. the way she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear when she’s deep in thought. how her hands move gently, yet with purpose, as she works. how her laughter, rare as it is, fills you with a joy so deep it makes you feel like you could fly.

you catch yourself watching her from across the room, admiring how she carries herself, how her presence fills the quiet spaces with something comforting. every time she smiles at you, or even just meet your gaze, you feel your heart leap a little more. this is more than just a fleeting admiration; it’s something real, something that grows stronger each day.

you try to find little ways to get closer, making excuses to speak to her, to ask for help you don’t really need. sometimes, you wonder if she notices, if she can see right through you. but if she does, she never lets on.

today, though, you’ve decided. you’ve decided that enough is enough; you can’t keep holding this in. it’s time to be honest, to tell y/n how you feel. you’ll tell her that it doesn’t matter that you’re a prince, that titles and status don’t mean anything compared to what you feel in your heart. all that matters is her.

that afternoon, you find her in the garden, trimming the rose bushes with careful precision. you watch her for a moment, just admiring the sight of her, before finally gathering the courage to speak.

“y/n,” you say softly, feeling a flutter of nervousness in your chest. she turns to you, a little startled, but she gives you a warm smile. “prince soma,” she says, bowing her head slightly. “can i help you with something?”

you shake your head, taking a step closer. “no, i just wanted to talk to you.”

she looks a bit uncertain, her fingers tightening around the shears she’s holding. “about what?”

you take a deep breath, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. “y/n, i… i’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while now.”

her expression changes, and you can see a flicker of something in her eyes—something that gives you hope, that maybe, just maybe, they feel the same way. “i like you,” you say, keeping your voice soft and steady. “i mean, really like you. i know it might seem strange, with me being a prince and all, but… i don’t care about that. i don’t care about titles or status. i just care about you.”

the words hang in the air between you, and you wait, feeling vulnerable in a way you’ve never felt before. you’ve bared your heart, put everything on the line, and all you can do is wait for her response. for a moment, she just stands there, staring down at your hand as you reach for hers. but then, slowly, she pulls away, her gaze dropping to the ground. “i… i can’t,” she whispers, her voice so soft it’s almost lost to the wind.

you feel a jolt of confusion and hurt, your heart tightening painfully. “what do you mean?”

she takes a step back, looking at you with a mixture of sadness and resolve. “you’re a prince, soma. and i’m just… i’m just a servant. it wouldn’t be right. people would talk. they would never accept it. and… and i don’t deserve someone like you.”

her words cut through you, sharper than any blade. you want to tell her how wrong they are, that she’s so much more than just a servant. that she’s kind, strong, and brave, and that she means more to you than any title ever could. but the words stick in your throat, tangled up with the ache building in your chest.

“y/n… you’re not just a servant,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper. “you’re so much more than that. none of that other stuff matters to me. i don’t care about what anyone else thinks—i just care about you.”

but she shakes her head, tears glistening in her eyes. “it matters to me,” she says, her voice breaking. “i can’t… i can’t be with you, soma. it wouldn’t work. i’m sorry.”

and then, before you can say anything else, she turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, alone, with the pieces of your heart scattered around you.

that evening, you sit alone, staring out at the darkening sky. the stars are starting to appear, tiny pinpoints of light against the vast emptiness. you feel hollow, like a part of you has been ripped away, leaving only an ache that refuses to fade.

“prince soma.”

the voice is quiet, but it’s enough to pull you from your thoughts. you turn to see sebastian standing beside you, his usual composed expression softened just slightly.

“sebastian,” you say, your voice hoarse. “am i… am i foolish? for feeling this way?”

sebastian considers your question for a moment before responding. “matters of the heart are rarely foolish, your highness. they are often painful, and often complicated, but they are not foolish.”

you look away, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. “it hurts,” you admit, barely able to get the words out. “i care about her so much, but… she thinks she’s not good enough. she think she doesn’t deserve me. but i don’t care about any of that.”

sebastian’s gaze softens, just slightly, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “sometimes, people must come to these realizations on their own. no words can change what someone believes in their heart. but perhaps, in time, she will come to see the truth.”

you nod, though his words do little to soothe the ache inside you. “thank you, sebastian.”

he gives you a small bow, his voice gentle. “if there is anything you need, your highness, please do not hesitate to ask.”

you watch him leave, feeling a strange sense of comfort in his presence, even if it doesn’t ease the pain entirely. as you turn your gaze back to the stars, you can’t help but hope that, maybe one day, y/n will see herself the way you see her. that she will understand that she are more than worthy, more than enough.

but until then, all you can do is wait, your heart aching with a love that remains just out of reach.

[lvrgirlrey]

Hii!!!

Can I request a Ranpo x reader where you and Ranpo got into a petty argument and refused to talk to each other for a week and the reader don't really mind not talking with Ranpo for a whole week but that doesn't mean Ranpo does, he clung to you after a few days? And whining that the reader isn't paying attention to him

I'm so sorry if this is way too specific and thank you!!!

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello!!! i love this its so cute *v* ofc i can do that

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none

you and ranpo were known to have your moments. you two had bickered before, but this one was different. it wasn’t even that serious. just a small disagreement over something trivial—maybe it was about a case, or even about snacks, but somehow, it blew up. one word led to another, and before you knew it, you both decided to stop talking to each other. it wasn’t like either of you was really angry. it was more about pride at this point. no one wanted to be the first to give in.

you didn’t mind it much, honestly. a week without ranpo hovering around you? you could use the break. sure, he was a genius detective, but he could be a handful sometimes. so, when the days passed without him trying to talk to you, you thought it was a win. it wasn’t like you needed to be around him every second of the day.

the first couple of days were quiet. you went about your routine, working on cases, grabbing lunch, heading home. you noticed ranpo hanging around, always in the corner of your eye, but he didn’t say anything. sometimes, you caught him staring, but when you turned to look, he’d quickly avert his gaze and go back to whatever he was doing. you shrugged it off. if he wanted to stay mad, that was on him.

by the third day, things started getting… strange. ranpo wasn’t being his usual self. he was quieter, not as loud and boastful as usual. he still solved cases like they were nothing, of course, but there was something off. normally, he would have bragged about it to you, rubbing it in your face how quickly he figured things out. but now? nothing. just silence.

you were fine with it, really. it wasn’t like you missed the constant chatter. or the way he always found some way to make everything about him. no, you were doing just fine without all of that. totally fine.

on the fourth day, ranpo started hovering. not in a confrontational way, more like… he was just there. if you were at your desk, he’d find some excuse to walk by, glancing over like he was waiting for something. during lunch, he sat at the table next to yours, not talking but always looking like he wanted to say something. it was starting to get on your nerves, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first. not after the argument. you had your pride, too.

by the fifth day, the hovering turned into light tugging. ranpo would gently pull at your sleeve whenever he walked by, his lips pressed into a pout. at one point, he even stood in front of you, waving a piece of candy like it was some sort of peace offering. when you didn’t take it, he looked like a kicked puppy, but you stayed firm. it was just a week. he could handle it. you could handle it.

on the sixth day, ranpo’s patience finally broke. you were sitting at your desk, going through some files, when suddenly, there he was. ranpo leaned over your shoulder, pressing his chin on top of your head. “you’re ignoring me,” he mumbled, his voice full of whine. you didn’t look up from your work. “i thought we weren’t talking.”

“i changed my mind,” he said, dragging out the last word. he flopped into the chair next to yours, arms crossing over his chest. “you’re being so mean. it’s been forever!”

“it’s been six days, ranpo.”

“exactly! six whole days of no one telling me how amazing i am!” he puffed his cheeks, scooting his chair closer to yours. “i thought you’d crack first, but you’re just… ignoring me. how can you be okay with this?”

you shrugged, still not looking at him. “i’m not the one who needs attention every second.”

he groaned dramatically, throwing himself halfway across your desk, his hand brushing against your papers. “come onnnn. i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to argue with you. let’s just go back to how things were.”

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “you don’t even remember what we were arguing about, do you?”

he blinked a few times, tilting his head in thought. then, with a small, embarrassed grin, he admitted, “nope.”

you sighed, pushing him off your desk and standing up. “fine. i guess we can stop this. but you need to stop being so dramatic about everything.”

he grinned wide, like a child who had just won a game. “so does that mean we’re talking again? you’ll finally pay attention to me?”

“if you stop being annoying, maybe,” you teased, grabbing your coat. “but no promises.”

ranpo jumped up from his chair, practically bouncing around you as you headed for the door. “i knew you missed me. you can’t go that long without me.”

“i think i could handle a little more than a week, honestly.”

“no way,” he said, shaking his head. “you’d be lost without me.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was a small smile on your face. no matter how much ranpo got on your nerves, you had to admit—it was a little too quiet without him around. as much as you hated to admit it, things were always a bit more interesting when he was by your side.

“fine,” you said, holding the door open for him. “let’s go grab something to eat. i’m starving.”

“finally, you’re making sense!” ranpo grinned, practically skipping out the door. “i knew you couldn’t resist me forever.”

you laughed softly as you followed him. maybe it wasn’t so bad, having ranpo around after all.

[lvrgirlrey]

Can you do a vanitas x reader where the whole day she's bothered that his hair tie is loose and his hair is slightly a mess but she doesn't want to be called creepy for watching him. Eventually she cant take it anymore and asks him if she can fix it for him. Hit me with the fluffiest of romance please

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello! thank you for being my most frequent requester *v* and yes i can do it!! hope you enjoy

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none

it wasn’t that it was messy, per se, but it wasn’t right. every time you caught a glimpse of him, you couldn’t help but focus on it. he looked up from his book at the library table, and you quickly looked away, pretending you hadn’t been staring. vanitas smirked, that knowing look on his face, and you were suddenly aware of how long you’d been stealing glances his way.

he’s going to think you’re weird, you thought to yourself, tapping your fingers against the table. you can’t just ask him to fix his hair… that’s creepy, right?

but it really was bugging you. you tried to focus on your own work, the book in front of you, the notes you were supposed to be taking. but every time you peeked at him—there it was again. that loose tie, the strands slipping out, making him look so… untidy. he reached up to push some of the hair back behind his ear, and it only made things worse.

you bit your lip, debating. would it be too weird if you asked him? maybe he wouldn’t think anything of it, maybe he’d just laugh and let you fix it. but what if he did think it was strange? what if he thought you were paying too much attention to him? you already liked him more than you should admit, even to yourself. the last thing you wanted was to make it obvious.

the day dragged on, and you grew more restless. you were barely able to focus on anything else now. every time he moved, every time he brushed his hair aside, you felt a strange itch in your fingers to just fix it. you were starting to get a little frustrated, honestly. why wasn’t he fixing it himself? didn’t it bother him? finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“hey, vanitas,” you said softly, not looking up from your book. “hmm?” he responded lazily, flipping a page without looking up either.

“can i… fix your hair?” you asked, your voice quieter than you’d intended. there was a pause, and you felt your heart race. you braced yourself for the teasing, for the smirk, for whatever clever comment he’d surely throw your way. instead, he looked up at you, blinking a few times. “my hair?”

you nodded, your fingers gripping the edge of your book a little too tightly. “yeah, um… your hair tie is loose, and it’s kind of… messy.”

for a second, he didn’t say anything. you wondered if you’d made a mistake, if maybe you had come across as creepy, but then vanitas tilted his head slightly, giving you that lazy smile that made your stomach flip. “oh? has it been bothering you this whole time?”

you felt your cheeks heat up. “n-not really. i mean, kind of.”

he chuckled, setting his book aside and leaning back in his chair. “well, if it bothers you that much, go ahead.”

you blinked. “really?”

“yeah,” he said with a smirk, tilting his head a little closer to you. “i’m all yours.”

your heart skipped a beat at that, but you tried to ignore it. you stood up and walked around the table, hesitating for a moment before carefully reaching out. his hair was soft between your fingers, even softer than you’d imagined. it slipped easily through your hands as you untied the loose knot, trying not to tremble as you did.

vanitas watched you the whole time, his eyes half-lidded, and you could feel the weight of his gaze. you were sure your face was bright red now, but you focused on retying the ribbon, making sure it was neat and secure. “there,” you said softly, stepping back and admiring your work. his hair was back in place, tied neatly like it should be, and yet somehow, he looked even better than before. vanitas reached up, touching the ribbon with a thoughtful expression. “huh. you’re pretty good at this.”

you shrugged, trying to act casual, though your heart was still racing. “it was really loose, that’s all.”

he smiled, and it was softer than his usual smirk, something warmer, something that made your chest feel tight. “thanks.”

“no problem,” you mumbled, looking away. you could still feel the warmth of his hair on your fingers.

before you could pull away completely, vanitas grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you back just a bit closer. you blinked, surprised, and looked up at him. his eyes were soft, more serious than usual, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe.

“you know,” he said, his voice low, “you don’t have to wait so long next time. if something’s bothering you, just tell me.”

you nodded, unable to find the right words to respond. vanitas didn’t let go of your wrist, though, and you felt your pulse quicken under his touch.

“besides,” he added with a teasing grin, “i don’t mind if you look at me a little more.”

your heart skipped a beat, and all you could do was smile back shyly as you both sat back down, the warmth of his touch still lingering long after he let go.

[lvrgirlrey]

Smut request, Akutagawa x port mafia agent. She works under Koyou and seduction is her forte but it never works on Aku or at least she thinks it doesn’t because he is just really good at pretending. Anyway after a particularly rough mission he can’t care enough to pretend he isn’t bothered by it anymore.

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hii!! first smut req so im kinda nervous ‘*^* sorry if this isnt that good. hope you enjoy!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: dom!aku x gn!reader, light choking, overstim, i was too excited for this req cuz i wanted to get this out asap so i couldnt be bothered to write the actual sex part, sorry! >.<‘

it's been a long, hard day for the port mafia. everyone's on edge, feeling the weight of the mission. but akutagawa... he's different. he's standing in the dim light, back to you, his body tense and stiff like a wound-up spring. his usual cold look is there, but you can see the cracks. his shoulders refuse to relax, his fists are tight, shaking just a bit. whatever happened out there still clings to him, and it's dragging him down.

you step closer, moving slow and careful. you've done this before-getting into his space, testing the waters, teasing him. seduction is your weapon, and you've used it many times. your touch, your voice, your body-they've always worked to bend others to your will. you've made men crumble with just a whisper or a light brush of your fingers. but akutagawa is different. you've gotten close, smiled in ways that suggest more, let your lips hover just a little too close to his skin, and yet... nothing. he never reacts. maybe he's immune. or maybe he's just pretending.

tonight, though, something is different. the air around him is heavy, thick with a tension you can almost taste. he's quiet, but not in his usual calm way. there's something darker underneath it, something wilder, barely kept in check.

"rough night?" you ask, your voice low and soft, meant to creep under his skin. you lean against the wall next to him, letting your body brush lightly against his arm, close enough to tempt, but not enough to touch fully.

he doesn't answer, doesn't look at you. his eyes are locked on the floor, but his fists clench harder, the leather of his gloves creaking. he's trying to hold it together, but just barely.

"you're tense, akutagawa," you say, your lips close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "i could help with that."

still, no response. but you catch it—a tiny hitch in his breath. just for a moment, he falters. and you smile. you can feel the heat rising between you.

your fingers slide up his arm, slowly, your touch light and teasing. "you're always so distant, so hard to reach," you say, your voice dropping lower. "i wonder... what would it take to make you break?"

he moves before you can finish that thought. his hand snaps up, gripping your wrist tightly, pulling you closer, so your body is pressed against his. his breathing is heavy now, his eyes dark as they finally meet yours. all the cold control he usually has? it's gone. you've hit something raw inside him.

"you think this is some kind of game?" his voice is a low growl, his words shaking through you. his eyes burn with something wild, something fierce that you haven't seen before. "you think you can just mess with fire and walk away?"

your heart pounds, but you grin. "maybe i like fire."

his lips crash against yours, hard and fast. it's not gentle, not soft. it's rough, filled with a need you've never felt from him before. his hands grab your hips, pulling you in even closer, crushing your body against his. there's no space left between you. the kiss is raw, urgent, like he's been holding back for far too long and now he's letting it all out.

you moan into his mouth, your hands finding his hair, pulling him closer. you've been waiting for this-waiting for him to lose control. his hands slide down to your thighs, gripping tight, lifting you off the ground as he pushes you back against the wall. your legs wrap around his waist, and you feel him, hard and ready, pressing into you, sending heat surging through your body.

he pulls away just enough to catch his breath, but his lips don't leave your skin. they trail down your jaw, then to your neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks. you tilt your head, giving him more access, your body arching into his touch.

"is this what you wanted?" he growls, his voice rough and low. his hands are everywhere now, slipping under your clothes, finding bare skin. his touch is hot, almost too much, but you crave more. "you wanted me to lose control?"

you nod, breathless, your nails digging into his back as he grinds against you, making you gasp. "yes," you whisper, your voice barely there. "i want all of you."

he growls again, deep in his throat, his lips crashing back onto yours. his hands tug at your clothes, pulling your shirt over your head in one quick move. his eyes darken as he looks at your bare skin, and a small smirk pulls at his lips. he leans in close, his breath hot on your ear.

"i hope you're ready for this," he murmurs, his voice filled with promise. "because i'm not holding back.”

he doesn't hold back. his hands are rough and firm, his touch demanding, claiming you as his. he pushes you harder against the wall, his teeth scraping against your skin as he bites down on your shoulder. his fingers dig into your hips as he moves against you, the heat between you growing hotter and hotter.

"aku..." you gasp his name, your hands clutching at him as he continues to bite and kiss and touch you in ways that make your head spin. you can't think straight. all you can do is feel-his heat, his lips, his hands driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

he pulls back for a moment, just to look at you, his eyes dark and full of something fierce. "you wanted this," he says, his hands sliding up to your throat, just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "don't run now."

your heart races, but there's no fear-just a burning need for more. "i'm not running," you whisper, your voice strong despite the fire burning through your veins. "i want more."

his grip tightens for a second, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. when he finds none, his lips twist into a smirk. "good," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, rough and deep. "because i'm just getting started."

he lifts you onto the nearest surface-maybe a table, maybe a chair—you don't care. his hands are fast, pulling at your clothes, stripping you down quickly. his mouth follows, leaving hot kisses down your chest, your stomach, until he's between your thighs, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes.

"i've waited long enough," he growls, his voice deep, sending shivers down your spine. "now, i'm going to make you scream."

and he does. again and again. he doesn't stop. his touch is fire, his lips and hands pushing you to the edge, pulling you back, then pushing you over again. he's wild, out of control, and it drives you crazy. you need more, more of him, until you can't think anymore, until all that's left is him-his hands, his lips, his breath, his name on your lips as you fall apart in his arms.

when it's over, you're both panting, your bodies tangled together, skin slick with sweat. he collapses beside you, his chest rising and falling fast, his eyes still dark and heavy with the last bits of need.

"you wanted me to lose control," he murmurs, his voice still rough, his lips brushing against your ear. "i hope you can handle it."

you smile, still catching your breath. "i think i can."

[lvrgirlrey]

requests....open yippie !!

my request is, the reader (im enby but, mind using she/her prns for the reader? :3) is crying, because she feels like her feelings dont matter, and the bsd men (jouno, tetchou, dazai and ranpo) try to comfort them, wanna try this prompt? :D

no pressure <<333

-K.

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hi!! idk why but i love the way u typed this out, it just sounds so energetic, its so cute! you didnt specify if you wanted little stories or hcs so i just did the former >_< hope you enjoy!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none this is just some angst and fluff

𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕠

you sat in the corner of your room, knees pulled up to your chest, trying your best to hold back the tears, but they slipped out anyway. it was like no matter how hard you tried, nothing you said ever got through to people. it felt like your words, your feelings, just floated away, unnoticed and unimportant. you wiped at your eyes, frustrated with yourself for crying, but the tears kept coming.

you didn’t even hear jouno come in. he was quiet as ever, his footsteps barely making a sound. he stood at the doorway for a moment, listening. he could hear the way your breath was unsteady, the way your heart raced. it wasn’t hard for him to figure out that something was wrong.

“why are you crying?” his voice was calm, though there was a slight edge of curiosity in it. he wasn’t the type to get emotional, but that didn’t mean he was completely heartless.

you quickly wiped at your face again, trying to hide the fact that you’d been crying. “it’s nothing,” you mumbled, not wanting to drag him into it. “just ignore me.”

jouno frowned slightly, his sharp senses picking up on the sadness in your voice. he stepped further into the room, his presence suddenly more noticeable to you. “if it was nothing, you wouldn’t be crying,” he said plainly, but not unkindly.

you shook your head, feeling embarrassed and small under his gaze. “i don’t want to talk about it. it’s stupid.”

he knelt down beside you, though he didn’t reach out to touch you just yet. “you say that, but it’s clearly bothering you,” he pointed out. “i might not be the best with these things, but i can tell something’s weighing on you.”

you hesitated, biting your lip. jouno wasn’t exactly the warmest person, and you weren’t sure how he’d react if you opened up. but something about the way he was sitting there, not pushing you but still staying close, made you feel like it was okay to talk.

“i just feel like… no one cares,” you admitted in a small voice. “like my feelings don’t matter. i try to explain things, but it’s like people don’t really listen. it’s like i don’t even exist sometimes.”

jouno was quiet for a moment, thinking over your words. then, slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. “your feelings do matter,” he said, his tone serious. “just because some people don’t listen doesn’t mean what you feel is meaningless. i might not be able to see your face, but i can hear your voice. and i’m listening.”

his words were simple, but they eased some of the tightness in your chest. you looked up at him, your tears slowing down. “really?” you asked, your voice still a little shaky. he nodded. “really. you’re not invisible to me.”

the reassurance in his voice brought you some comfort, and for the first time that night, you felt like maybe your feelings did matter to someone. jouno wasn’t always easy to read, but you could tell he meant what he said. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you feel a little less alone.

𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕦

you sat on the floor, your back against the wall, trying your best to keep quiet, but the tears wouldn’t stop. your chest felt heavy, weighed down by the growing feeling that your thoughts and emotions didn’t seem to matter to anyone. no matter how many times you tried to speak up, it felt like your words just went unheard, like they disappeared into thin air. you wiped at your face, hoping to pull yourself together, but it was hard.

the door creaked open, and tetchou stepped inside. he noticed you right away, his sharp eyes taking in the scene. you didn’t bother to look up; you didn’t want him to see you like this. but tetchou wasn’t the type to walk away when something was wrong.

he crossed the room, kneeling down beside you, his movements careful and deliberate. he didn’t say anything at first, but you could feel his presence next to you, solid and steady. “are you crying?” his voice was low, not pressing, but full of concern.

you shook your head, even though it was clear you were. “i’m fine,” you mumbled, trying to wipe away the tears with the sleeve of your shirt. “just… don’t worry about it.”

tetchou frowned slightly. he wasn’t the most expressive person, but he could tell when something was wrong, and he could feel that you weren’t okay. “you’re clearly not fine,” he said softly. “something’s bothering you.”

you swallowed hard, still avoiding his gaze. “it’s just… i don’t know. i feel like no one cares about what i’m feeling. like i’m just talking to myself sometimes. it doesn’t matter what i say, it’s like no one really listens.”

tetchou stayed silent for a moment, processing your words. he wasn’t great with emotions—he’d be the first to admit that. but he wasn’t going to leave you alone in this.

slowly, he reached out, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. his touch was warm, grounding. “i’m listening,” he said simply, but there was a seriousness to his voice that told you he meant it. “your feelings do matter. i care.”

his words made your chest tighten again, but this time, it was for a different reason. you weren’t used to someone being so direct, but also so kind in their honesty. you glanced up at him through your tears, surprised by the sincerity in his face.

“you care?” you asked, your voice soft, almost afraid to believe it.

tetchou nodded firmly. “of course i do. you’re important to me.” his grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, like he was making sure you understood. “your feelings are important. if something’s hurting you, i want to know.”

his words, while simple, brought a strange sense of calm over you. the tears slowed, and you felt a little lighter, as if the weight pressing down on you had lessened just a bit. you wiped your eyes again, this time feeling a little more in control of yourself.

“thank you,” you whispered, your voice shaky but sincere. “i guess i just needed to hear that.”

tetchou didn’t say anything else, but he stayed close, his hand never leaving your shoulder. and even though the silence filled the room, it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was a silence that told you that you weren’t alone, that even when you felt invisible, someone was there, ready to listen.

𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕡𝕠

you sat curled up on the couch, trying your best to hold back the tears, but they kept falling anyway. it was hard to explain exactly why you felt this way, but deep down, it came from the fact that no matter what you said or how hard you tried, your feelings seemed to go unnoticed by everyone around you. it was like no one really listened. you felt invisible, like you didn’t matter, and that thought weighed heavy on your chest.

as you sat there, lost in your sadness, you didn’t notice ranpo until he was standing right in front of you. he wasn’t one to miss details, and he could tell something was wrong right away. he might have been a bit careless with emotions sometimes, but this was different. he frowned, tilting his head slightly as he watched you wipe your tears away. “hey,” ranpo said softly, sitting down next to you. “why are you crying?”

you didn’t want to answer him. after all, it wasn’t like he could change anything. you just shrugged, trying to brush it off, but your voice cracked as you said, “it’s nothing.”

ranpo didn’t buy that for a second. he leaned back a little, crossing his arms as he watched you, his eyes sharp and observant, as usual. “it’s not nothing if you’re crying. so, what’s going on?”

you sighed, not really sure how to explain it. “i just feel like… no one listens. like, i try to talk about how i feel, but it’s like it doesn’t matter. i keep talking, but no one really hears me.”

ranpo was quiet for a moment, processing your words. then, with a small sigh of his own, he shifted closer to you. “i hear you,” he said softly, his tone much gentler than usual. “your feelings do matter, you know.”

you looked at him, surprised. ranpo wasn’t exactly the most emotional person, and hearing him speak so seriously was unexpected. you blinked away a few more tears, sniffling slightly. “you do?”

ranpo nodded, his usual confident smile returning a little. “of course i do. you’re important to me, and if something’s bothering you, then i want to know. you’re not invisible, even if it feels like that sometimes.”

his words made your chest feel a little lighter. it was strange, but comforting in its own way. you hadn’t expected ranpo to be the one to say something like that, but it meant more than you realized.

“thank you,” you whispered, wiping at your face again. he shrugged, giving you a small grin. “don’t mention it. just remember, if you need someone to listen, i’m here. even if i’m a genius, i still care.”

you smiled at his words, feeling a little better knowing that someone, especially ranpo, had noticed. even in his own way, he made sure you knew you weren’t alone.

𝕕𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚

you sat on the edge of your bed, staring out the window as the rain fell softly against the glass. the world outside seemed so distant, and the tears rolling down your cheeks made it even harder to focus. it felt like everything was closing in on you. no matter how much you tried to talk about your feelings, it felt like no one truly listened. it was as if your thoughts and emotions just floated away, leaving you feeling empty and alone.

the door creaked open, and you turned to see dazai leaning against the frame, his usual playful grin fading when he saw your tear-streaked face. he stepped into the room, his eyes narrowing slightly with concern. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle, a tone you didn’t often hear from him.

you quickly wiped your face with your sleeve, not wanting to show him how upset you were. “it’s nothing, really,” you lied, trying to muster a smile. “i’m fine.”

dazai raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing you. he walked over and sat down next to you on the bed, the playful demeanor replaced by a more serious look. “you don’t look fine. come on, you can tell me.”

you hesitated, feeling a lump in your throat. “it’s just… i feel like my feelings don’t matter. like, no matter how hard i try to talk, it’s like no one hears me. it’s frustrating.”

he listened quietly, letting you pour out your thoughts. with each word, you felt a little lighter, but the tears kept coming. “i just want to be heard,” you said, your voice shaking. “i want to know that what i feel matters.”

dazai leaned closer, his expression softening. “you matter to me,” he said firmly. “your feelings are important. i may joke around a lot, but that doesn’t mean i don’t take you seriously.”

you looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his eyes. “you really think so?”

“of course,” he replied, a gentle smile breaking through. “everyone has feelings. even if it seems like no one cares, that doesn’t mean they aren’t real. you are real. your feelings matter to me.”

he reached out, brushing a tear away from your cheek with his thumb. the touch was surprisingly comforting, and you felt your heart swell a little. “it’s okay to cry. it’s okay to feel sad. just know you don’t have to go through this alone.”

you nodded, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a blanket. “thank you, dazai,” you whispered, your voice still shaky but a little stronger now. “it really helps to hear you say that.”

dazai grinned again, his usual charm returning. “anytime. just remember, if you ever feel down, you can always count on me. besides, someone has to keep you from getting too serious all the time.”

with that, you couldn’t help but chuckle through your tears. you realized that even in your darkest moments, dazai had a way of shining a little light, reminding you that you weren’t alone.

[lvrgirlrey]

Can you do a Noe x reader where her blood smells good to Noe but doesn't ask because he doesn't want to scare he but she's completely ok with it

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: this is so cute! thank you for requesting again

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none, hope you enjoy!

you approached him slowly, offering a small smile. “hey, are you lost?” you asked, trying to break the ice.

he blinked, as if snapped out of a trance, and shook his head. “no, i’m… sorry. i didn’t mean to stare.”

you chuckled softly. “it’s fine. you looked like you were thinking about something important.”

he hesitated, his eyes drifting down for a moment before he looked back at you. “yeah… you could say that.” he scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. “i’m noé, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, noé,” you replied, smiling wider now. “i’m y/n.”

from that moment on, the two of you became close. you found yourself running into noé more often, and each time, he’d offer to walk with you or help you with whatever you were doing. he was kind, always willing to lend a hand or listen when you needed to talk. but there was something about him that was… different. not bad, just something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

it wasn’t until a few weeks later that you began to notice little things. the way noé would sometimes pause when he was close to you, his eyes glazing over for a split second before he’d quickly recover. or how he’d occasionally take a deep breath when you were nearby, like he was trying to catch a specific scent.

at first, you thought maybe you were imagining it. maybe noé just had strange habits, or maybe he was a bit more sensitive to smells than most people. but as time went on, it became clearer. noé was drawn to you in a way that was more than just friendly.

one evening, the two of you were sitting by the river, watching the sun set over the water. the soft glow of the sky reflected in noé’s eyes as he glanced at you. there was something different about the way he was looking at you now. not just curious, but almost… hungry. but not in a dangerous way. more like he was fighting something inside himself. “noé,” you said quietly, breaking the silence, “is something bothering you?”

he stiffened at your words, then quickly shook his head. “no, nothing. i’m fine.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you sure? you’ve been acting a little… off lately.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it’s just… complicated. there’s something i’ve been wanting to tell you, but… i don’t want you to think i’m strange.”

you tilted your head, giving him a gentle smile. “noé, i don’t think you’re strange. whatever it is, you can tell me. i’m not going to judge you.”

he looked at you for a long moment, as if he was weighing his options. finally, he spoke, his voice soft and hesitant. “your blood… it smells… different. not like anyone else’s. it’s… really good. but i didn’t want to say anything because i didn’t want to scare you.”

his words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to say. but then you smiled. “that’s it? you were worried about that?”

noé blinked, surprised by your reaction. “you’re… not scared?”

you shook your head. “no, i’m not scared. i mean, sure, it’s a little… unexpected, but it doesn’t bother me. if anything, i’m glad you told me.”

he stared at you, clearly taken aback. “you’re really okay with it?”

you nodded. “yeah, i am. i trust you, noé. if you say my blood smells good to you, then that’s fine. it doesn’t change how i feel about you.”

he seemed to relax at your words, a small smile forming on his lips. “i… i really appreciate that, y/n. i was worried you’d think i was some kind of monster.”

you chuckled softly. “well, you might be a little strange, but you’re definitely not a monster.”

noé laughed too, the sound light and relieved. for the first time in a while, it seemed like the tension between you had disappeared. the two of you sat there for a while longer, just enjoying each other’s company.

as the night wore on, noé’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours gently. you glanced over at him, and he gave you a soft smile. there was still that hunger in his eyes, but it wasn’t frightening. if anything, it made you feel closer to him.

“thank you,” he said quietly, squeezing your hand. you squeezed back. “anytime, noé.”

and in that moment, you knew that whatever came next, the two of you would face it together. noé had his secrets, but you had your trust in him, and that was enough.

[lvrgirlrey]

the soma fic was so good😭

thank you! im glad you liked it *v*

[lvrgirlrey]

Phantomhive servant x prince soma where she rejects his advances because she feels like she's not good enough for him since he's royalty even though it hurts her to do so. If possible a little father-daughter moment with Sebastian?

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hi yes of course! i’m excited for this one because it’s my first black butler request *v* thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none, mostly angst

it is a soft morning at the phantomhive manor. the sky outside is overcast, with gentle light filtering through the windows. in the kitchen, you’re cleaning up after breakfast, humming quietly to yourself as you work. you try to focus on the tasks at hand, but your thoughts keep drifting to a certain guest in the manor.

prince soma has been staying with the phantomhives for a few weeks now. he’s charming, lively, and full of joy—always so bright, even when the world around him seems a little dark. you admire him from afar, feeling something in your chest you can’t quite name. but it’s not just admiration; it’s something deeper. every time he smiles at you, you feel like you’re floating, your heart fluttering like the wings of a bird trying to break free.

but you know it’s not right. he’s a prince, after all. and you… you’re just a servant. your hands are worn from work, your clothes plain and simple. what could someone like him ever want with someone like you?

despite your attempts to keep your distance, you can’t help but notice how his gaze lingers on you sometimes. how he makes excuses to talk to you, asks for help with things he doesn’t really need help with. at first, you think it’s just his way—prince soma is kind to everyone, after all. but then there are moments when it feels like more. moments when his eyes hold something beyond friendship, something warm and inviting.

you shake your head, trying to clear those thoughts away. it doesn’t matter. you’re just imagining things. “y/n,” a familiar voice breaks through your thoughts, making you jump slightly. you turn around to see sebastian standing in the doorway, his usual calm expression in place. “are you alright?”

you nod quickly, not wanting to seem distracted. “yes, sebastian, i’m fine.”

he raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he doesn’t press the issue. instead, he walks further into the kitchen and sets down the tray he’s holding. “the young master is asking for you. once you’re finished here, please attend to him.”

“of course,” you say, bowing your head slightly. sebastian gives you a small smile before leaving the room, his footsteps silent as always.

once he’s gone, you let out a long breath. you glance out the window again, wondering what prince soma is doing. you hope he’s not nearby. every time you see him, it’s harder to keep your feelings at bay.

that afternoon, you find yourself in the garden, carefully trimming the rose bushes. the air is crisp, the faint scent of flowers and earth filling your lungs. you’re focused on your work, trying not to think too much, when you hear footsteps behind you.

“y/n,” the voice is soft and familiar, and your heart skips a beat before you even turn around.

prince soma stands there, smiling at you like he always does. he has that warmth in his eyes again, the kind that makes you feel like the sun is shining just for you.

“prince soma,” you say, bowing your head slightly, trying to keep your voice steady. “can i help you with something?”

he shakes his head, stepping closer. “no, i just wanted to talk to you.”

you swallow, your hands tightening around the shears you’re holding. “about what?”

he hesitates for a moment, his smile fading just a little. then he takes a deep breath, as if gathering his courage. “y/n, i… i’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while now.”

your heart pounds in your chest, your mind racing with possibilities. but you already know what he’s going to say, don’t you? deep down, you’ve known for some time.

“i like you,” he says, his voice soft but steady. “i mean, really like you. i know it might seem strange, with me being a prince and all, but… i don’t care about that. i don’t care about titles or status. i just care about you.”

his words hang in the air between you, so full of hope and sincerity that it makes your chest ache. you want to say something—anything—but the words are stuck in your throat. he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently take yours. “y/n, please… do you feel the same?”

you stare down at your hands, your heart breaking even as you feel the warmth of his touch. you want to say yes, more than anything. you want to throw your arms around him and tell him how much you care for him, how much you’ve wanted this. but you can’t. you’re not good enough for him. you’re not fit to be with someone like him.

“i… i can’t,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. he looks confused, his brows furrowing in concern. “what do you mean?”

you pull your hand away, stepping back from him. “you’re a prince, soma. and i’m just… i’m just a servant. it wouldn’t be right. people would talk. they would never accept it. and… and i don’t deserve someone like you.”

his expression softens, a hint of sadness entering his eyes. “y/n… you’re not just a servant. you’re so much more than that. you’re kind, strong, and brave. and i care about you—none of that other stuff matters to me.”

but you shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “it matters to me,” you say, your voice breaking. “i can’t… i can’t be with you, soma. it wouldn’t work. i’m sorry.”

you turn away from him, unable to bear the hurt in his eyes any longer. you can feel the tears spilling down your cheeks, but you don’t wipe them away. instead, you just walk, each step feeling heavier than the last.

later that evening, you find yourself standing outside, staring up at the darkening sky. the stars are beginning to appear, twinkling faintly in the distance. you feel empty, like a part of you has been taken away.

“y/n.”

you turn your head to see sebastian standing beside you, his usual composed expression in place. you hadn’t heard him approach, as usual, but somehow his presence brings a sense of comfort. “sebastian,” you whisper, your voice barely more than a breath. “am i… am i doing the right thing?”

sebastian looks at you for a long moment before speaking. “the right thing is often difficult to define, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. but what matters most is what you believe is right.”

you wipe at your eyes, trying to stop the tears. “it hurts,” you admit. “i care about him so much, but… but i’m not good enough for him.”

sebastian’s gaze softens, just slightly. he steps closer, placing a hand on your shoulder in a gesture that is surprisingly gentle. “you are more than good enough, y/n. but the choice is yours to make. no one can make it for you.”

you look up at him, searching his face for some kind of answer. but there is only understanding there, and maybe a hint of something fatherly, something protective. “thank you,” you whisper.

he gives a small nod, his hand lingering on your shoulder for a moment longer before he steps back. “the young master is asking for you again,” he says, his tone returning to its usual calm. “but if you need more time, i can tell him to wait.”

you shake your head, taking a deep breath and steadying yourself. “no, i’m alright. i’ll go now.”

sebastian gives you a small smile, and you feel a flicker of warmth in your chest. it isn’t much, but it’s enough to help you find your strength again.

as you walk back toward the manor, your heart still aches, but you know you’ve made the right choice. even if it hurts, even if it means pushing away someone you care about, you have to do what you believe is right.

and maybe, just maybe, in time, the pain will fade.

[lvrgirlrey]

Hi there, can you do a Dazai x reader where she's the coffee shop owner's daughter returning from college and working there. She and Dazai are always bickering (mostly because of his ever growing tab) but beyond that they're kinda into each other???? Then like in that episode where those thugs attacked the coffee shop, she gets taken and Dazai is actively losing his shit. Ending with fluffy confessions. Please feel free to ignore if you can't

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello!! of course i can do that for you and thank you for requesting >v<

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none! hope you enjoy!

it had been a while since you'd come back home. college had swept you up into its relentless tide, but now that you were back, there was a strange comfort in returning to your family's coffee shop, *aroma's haven*. the familiar scent of roasted beans and warm pastries greeted you the moment you pushed through the door. it was peaceful, soothing... until the bell chimed again.

"ah, if it isn't my favorite college grad!" a familiar voice sang.

you rolled your eyes immediately, already knowing who it was. osamu dazai—self-proclaimed genius, infamous loafer, and perpetual thorn in your side. he leaned against the counter with that lazy, almost mischievous grin of his. it had only been a week since you'd returned, and he had made a habit of showing up like clockwork. every. single. day.

"aren't you supposed to be busy with agency work or something?" you sighed, wiping down the counter. "and don't even think about asking for coffee unless you're ready to pay for that massive tab you've racked up." he placed a dramatic hand over his heart, as if wounded by your words. "so cold! after all we've been through together—"

"you mean all the coffee you've stolen?" you interrupted. "dazai, i swear, i'm going to start charging you rent at this point."

he laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "i can't help it. the coffee tastes better when it's from here... especially when you're the one making it."

there was a warmth in his tone, just a slight change that made your heart stutter for a beat. you masked it with a scoff and turned away, focusing on the coffee machine instead. dazai always had a way of throwing you off balance, with his lazy charm and soft words that always seemed to hold more meaning than they should.

"you know, i could just cut you off," you said, a bit more quietly now.

"you wouldn’t," he replied, voice dropping into something more sincere. "besides, where would you be without me to keep you entertained?"

you could feel his eyes on you, like a warm weight, and you couldn't resist a small smile. okay, maybe you were a little entertained. your bickering had become a part of your day—a strange routine that brought a spark of energy to the otherwise mundane hours behind the counter. "i could do without the headaches," you muttered.

"but you love it," dazai said, his voice playful once again. "you love our little back-and-forths. admit it."

you glanced over at him, meeting his gaze. something flickered between the two of you—something unspoken but undeniable. and for a moment, you almost said something. almost admitted that maybe he wasn't completely wrong.

but the door jingled again, and a group of customers entered, breaking the moment. you sighed, setting your shoulders and moving to help them. dazai slipped into his usual spot at a corner table, watching you with an unreadable expression.

later that evening, after the rush had died down and the café was quiet again, dazai lingered. you didn't mind. in fact, you were a bit used to him staying past closing hours, joking about anything and everything while you cleaned up. today, though, something felt off. there was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite shake.

"you alright?" you asked, catching him staring out the window, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by something more serious. he hummed, his eyes distant. "yeah. just... thinking."

"dangerous," you teased, trying to lighten the mood. but when his gaze shifted to you, all traces of humor vanished.

"you should be careful," he said softly. "there's been some... trouble in the area lately. i don't want anything to happen to you." your brow furrowed. "dazai, what are you—"

before you could finish, the door to the café was suddenly kicked open, slamming against the wall. a group of rough-looking men burst in, their faces twisted into ugly sneers. dazai was on his feet immediately, his posture tense, his usual playful smile gone.

"well, well," one of the thugs sneered, his eyes locking onto you. "look what we've got here."

your heart pounded in your chest. you could feel dazai's gaze on you, sharp and calculating. he was assessing the situation, already thinking a hundred steps ahead. but before he could make a move, one of the men lunged forward, grabbing your arm and yanking you toward him. "let's make this simple," the thug growled. "you come with us, and maybe no one gets hurt."

"dazai—" you gasped, struggling against the thug's grip, but his hold was too strong. dazai's eyes were dark, and there was something dangerous simmering beneath the surface. "let her go."

the thug laughed, clearly thinking dazai was no threat. "or what?"

before you could blink, dazai moved. faster than you thought possible. his hand shot out, grabbing the thug by the wrist and twisting it sharply. the man let out a howl of pain, releasing you instantly. dazai pulled you behind him, placing himself between you and the others.

"i don't think you understand," dazai said, his voice low and icy. "if you touch her again, you won’t live to regret it."

the men hesitated for a moment, clearly not expecting this side of dazai. but then one of them lunged, and everything erupted into chaos. dazai fought them off with ease—fluid and precise, like he had done this a million times before. you watched, wide-eyed, as he dismantled each of them, his movements almost graceful.

but even as he fought, his eyes kept darting toward you, as if making sure you were still safe. the moment the last thug hit the ground, dazai was by your side, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly.

"are you alright?" his voice was laced with a panic you hadn't heard before. you nodded, still a bit shaken. "yeah... i'm okay."

his hands didn’t leave your shoulders, his grip firm as if he was afraid you might slip away. his face was inches from yours now, his eyes intense in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

"i swear," he muttered, his voice rough, "if they had hurt you..."

"but they didn’t," you whispered. "i'm fine, dazai." for a moment, there was only silence between you two, the tension in the air thick. then, without warning, dazai pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. his breath was warm against your ear, and you could feel his heart racing.

"don't scare me like that," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "i don't know what i'd do if something happened to you."

you were frozen for a moment, stunned by the vulnerability in his voice, in his touch. slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself relax into his embrace. "you don't have to worry about me," you said quietly, your heart pounding in your chest. "i'm tougher than i look."

he chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it. "yeah, well, you scared the hell out of me tonight."

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes meeting his. for the first time, there was no teasing smile, no playful glint in his eyes. he was just... dazai. raw and unguarded. "why?" you asked softly. "why do you care so much?"

his eyes searched yours for a moment before he sighed, his breath shaky. "because i..." he paused, his brow furrowing as if the words were difficult to say. "because i think i might love you."

your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. his confession was so simple, so quiet, yet it hit you harder than anything else he had ever said.

"oh," you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"oh?" he repeated, and for the first time that night, a hint of his usual playful smile returned. "that's all i get? just 'oh'?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to hide your own smile. "you know what i mean."

he laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar, and before you could think of a response, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in the softest, most delicate kiss. it wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was just... right. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel his smile.

"i think you might love me too," he teased.

you sighed, but there was no bite to it. "maybe i do," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "but don't get cocky about it."

his smile widened, his eyes shining with something that looked suspiciously like happiness.

"too late," he murmured, pulling you back into his arms, holding you close. and in that moment, you let yourself relax completely, feeling safer and warmer than you had in a long time. you'd never admit it to him, but maybe... just maybe... you liked having him around after all.

[lvrgirlrey]

Can you make a Ranpo x reader where Ranpo thought that you were dating him(he never said anything about it too) and one day he kisses your cheek thinking it was a normal thing to do since them both are in a "relationship"

Thank you!!

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello! this is so cute of course i can do it for you *v* thank you for requesting!

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none this is purely fluff

it was a usual day at the armed detective agency, filled with the usual noise of bustling keyboards, phone calls, and the quiet mutterings of people hard at work. you sat at your desk, deeply engrossed in some case notes, oblivious to the figure quietly munching on snacks from across the room. ranpo edogawa was sprawled lazily on a chair, his usual candy stick in hand, eyes half-lidded but never missing a detail.

you and ranpo had become close over the last few months, working cases together, sharing snacks, and engaging in idle conversations. despite his carefree, sometimes childlike demeanor, ranpo always seemed to gravitate toward you. it was sweet, in a way. you admired him for his brilliance, though his eccentricity and arrogance sometimes made him hard to understand.

recently, though, things had begun to change. ranpo’s attention toward you had become more intense—subtle but noticeable. he would stand just a little too close when talking, sometimes brush his hand against yours when passing you something, or give you one of his sweet, playful smiles that left your stomach doing somersaults. but since ranpo was, well, ranpo, you chalked it up to him just being his quirky self. nothing more. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

you’d never considered the possibility of anything romantic between the two of you, though your heart couldn’t help but flutter every time he was near. still, you were too caught up in your work, too focused on your role in the agency to give those feelings much attention.

until today.

it was mid-afternoon, and the agency office was quieter than usual. the team had split off for various tasks, leaving you and ranpo alone. you were scribbling notes, trying to piece together the details of a complex case, when you felt ranpo’s familiar presence standing behind you.

without glancing up, you smiled, assuming he was there to ask about the case. “hey, ranpo. need something?”

he didn’t respond right away. instead, you felt him lean closer, the scent of sweet candy on his breath mingling with the air. then, before you could fully process what was happening, you felt the soft press of his lips against your cheek.

the kiss was brief but gentle, so casual that it took you a second to react. your mind struggled to keep up with what had just happened. heat instantly flooded your face as your heart raced. you whipped your head around, wide-eyed, to meet ranpo’s easygoing expression.

“what—what was that?” you stammered, unsure if you had somehow imagined the whole thing. ranpo blinked at you, completely unbothered, as if kissing you on the cheek was the most natural thing in the world. he tilted his head, popping another candy into his mouth, then smiled in that mischievous way he always did when he thought he was two steps ahead of everyone.

“what do you mean?” he asked, as though *you* were the one acting strange. “i just kissed my partner. it’s normal, isn’t it?”

you blinked, trying to wrap your head around his words. partner?

“ranpo…” you began slowly, “what are you talking about? we’re… we’re not dating.”

his expression didn’t change at all. if anything, he looked more confused. “what do you mean we’re not? we’ve been together for a while now, haven’t we?”

you opened your mouth to respond but no words came out. what on earth was he talking about? sure, you’d spent a lot of time together, and you were close—really close—but at no point had either of you actually said anything about being in a relationship. you felt a mix of confusion and disbelief wash over you.

“ranpo, we’ve never… i mean, you never asked me out or anything,” you finally managed to say. he waved his hand dismissively, as if the technicalities were trivial. “i didn’t think i needed to. we’ve been together all this time. i figured you knew. i mean, i’ve held your hand before, i let you eat my snacks. that’s pretty obvious, right?”

your brain struggled to keep up with ranpo’s logic. his nonchalant attitude only made your own flustered state worse. you tried to calm your racing heart as you replayed the last few months in your head. yes, he had been more affectionate lately. yes, there had been a few moments that made your heart skip. but none of that meant you were dating. or did it?

you stared at him, completely bewildered. “ranpo… you can’t just assume we’re dating without telling me.”

he gave a small shrug, utterly unfazed by the revelation. “why not? i thought it was obvious. we spend all our time together, and we’re close. i thought you liked me.”

you blinked again, this time trying to process his words. you thought i liked you? was he serious? he was incredibly smart, perceptive beyond belief, and yet completely clueless when it came to matters of the heart.

“i do like you,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. “but that doesn’t mean we’re automatically in a relationship. you have to, you know, ask.”

ranpo’s eyes lit up, a small smile playing on his lips. “so you do like me, huh? well, that’s great! then let’s make it official.”

you stared at him, mouth agape. this wasn’t how you imagined confessing your feelings, but here you were. caught off guard and flustered, you felt your face grow even hotter.

“ranpo, that’s not… i mean… wait, are you serious right now?” he nodded, entirely too casual for the conversation you were having. “of course i’m serious. i already thought we were dating, but now we can make it official. problem solved!”

you were at a complete loss for words. how could someone so brilliant in solving the world’s toughest cases be so dense when it came to relationships? still, you couldn’t help but smile, despite your confusion and embarrassment.

“you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, running a hand through your hair. ranpo leaned in, his grin widening. “but you still like me, right?”

you couldn’t deny it, no matter how flustered you felt. despite his eccentricities, his arrogance, and his occasional cluelessness, you had fallen for him. somewhere along the way, in between sharing snacks and solving cases, you’d developed real feelings for ranpo edogawa.

with a sigh, you gave in. “yeah, i do.” his face lit up, triumphant. without hesitation, he leaned forward again, pressing a quick kiss to your other cheek. “good. then it’s settled. we’re officially dating now. no more misunderstandings.”

you laughed, a mix of exasperation and affection filling your chest. leave it to ranpo to turn something as complicated as confessing feelings into a matter-of-fact conclusion.

as you sat there, cheeks still warm from his kisses, you realized that maybe this was how it was meant to be. nothing about ranpo was typical, so why would your relationship be any different?

“fine,” you said, shaking your head with a smile. “but next time, *ask* before kissing me.”

he gave you a playful wink. “no promises.”

again, thank you for requesting and thank you for reading! you guys are so sweet :,>

[lvrgirlrey]

can you do a Noe x reader where reader owns a little pastry shop he likes to visit because he absolutely LOVES her Tarte tatin, and her, and she likes him too but they're both too shy to admit it. One night she ends up working late and gets attacked by a malnomen but vanitas and Noe manage to save her. But in the process of saving Noe reveals he's a vampire. But it turns out she already knew because Noe is silly and has accidentally left it slip a few times?

Hit me with the fluffy

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: this is such a cool idea i love it and thank you for being my first request! and it saves me the pain of having to think of an idea for a post XP it has been a while since i posted AND IM SORRY *^* college is hard so far but i am now calming stuff down and i finally found time to post so here i am! wont make u guys wait so long again i promise >.<

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none, this is just fluff but there is a small mention of blood

it was late afternoon when noé archiviste pushed open the door to the little pastry shop nestled between two narrow streets. the soft chime of the bell above the door signaled his arrival, and the sweet, buttery scent of freshly baked goods greeted him, like always. his gaze immediately swept over the quaint, cozy interior, and there she was—the reason he came to this shop every week.

you stood behind the counter, carefully dusting flour off your apron, eyes focused on a tray of pastries you had just pulled from the oven. the warm light of the shop made you look radiant, and for a second, noé forgot why he had come in. his heart raced just looking at you.

"good afternoon, noé," you called softly when you noticed him standing there, smiling brightly. the way you said his name made him feel giddy every time.

"good afternoon," he replied, his voice shy as he stepped toward the counter. "i—uh—just came by to grab a tarte tatin."

of course, that wasn’t the only reason. noé wasn’t just here for the pastry, although your tarte tatin was indeed his favorite thing in the world—well, next to you, though he would never admit that out loud.

you chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "i should’ve known. it’s almost like you have a sixth sense for when they’re fresh out of the oven."

noé rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face heat up. "well, i can’t resist. you make them so perfectly." he paused, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "you’re, um, really talented."

the compliment made you blush, though you tried to hide it by turning away to package the tart. noé always did this—he said the sweetest things, but he seemed completely oblivious to how flustered he made you. he wasn’t like your other customers. there was something about him that had drawn you in from the first time he had stepped through your door. maybe it was the way he was so earnest and kind, or how his silver hair always seemed to catch the light just right.

or maybe it was the fact that every now and then, he’d say something or do something that reminded you he wasn’t quite human.

of course, you hadn’t said anything. you figured if noé wanted you to know, he would tell you in his own time. but you had noticed the little things—the times he had slipped and referred to himself in ways that didn’t quite match a normal human’s experience. the time he accidentally referred to someone being "alive" instead of "human." once, he had even let his fangs show when he smiled a little too wide, quickly correcting himself with an awkward laugh. it didn’t scare you, though. in fact, it made you like him even more.

you handed him the neatly wrapped tarte tatin, and as he reached out to take it, your fingers brushed for just a second. both of you froze. the air between you suddenly felt charged, and you quickly pulled your hand back, your cheeks burning.

"thank you," he muttered, staring down at the tart as though it had become the most interesting thing in the world.

"you're welcome," you replied softly, biting your lip to keep yourself from saying more. your heart thudded in your chest. how long were you both going to dance around this?

as noé fumbled with his coat, preparing to leave, you hesitated. you had wanted to ask him for a while now—maybe to stay longer, to talk more. but every time you tried, the words got stuck in your throat. so, instead, you just smiled and waved as he left, the door bell chiming softly behind him.

that night, you decided to stay late in the shop. business had been slow earlier in the day, and you wanted to prepare for the morning rush. the streets outside were quiet, and the soft hum of the oven was your only company as you worked.

the clock ticked toward midnight when you finally stretched, wiping your hands on your apron. you were about to call it a night when the door suddenly rattled. a cold chill crept through the air, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

something was wrong.

the door burst open, and you barely had time to react before a dark, shadowy figure lunged at you, knocking you to the ground. you screamed, struggling to push it away, but the creature—a malnomen, you realized with horror—was too strong. its twisted, monstrous form loomed over you, eyes glowing with malevolent hunger.

just as you thought it was over, a flash of silver and black cut through the air. noé appeared out of nowhere, tackling the creature and sending it crashing into the wall. his movements were inhumanly fast, and for a moment, you just stared, shocked and breathless.

"noé!" you gasped, scrambling to your feet.

"stay back!" he shouted, his eyes glowing red. his fangs were bared, and you finally saw him for what he was—a vampire. but before you could fully process it, another figure darted in. vanitas. with a quick, precise movement, he held out his cursed grimoire, muttering an incantation that enveloped the malnomen in a bright blue light. the creature screeched in agony before disintegrating into nothingness.

the room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of all three of you. you stood frozen for a moment, staring at noé. his red eyes slowly faded back to their usual color, and he wiped a bit of blood from his lip. he looked at you, panic flashing across his face.

"i—I can explain," he stammered, stepping back as though you might run from him in fear. "i'm...a vampire."

you stared at him for a second before a soft laugh escaped your lips. noé blinked, clearly taken aback.

"i know," you said quietly, a small smile playing on your lips. "i figured it out a while ago." noé's eyes widened in shock. "you...knew?"

you nodded. "you’re not very good at hiding it, you know. you’ve let it slip a few times."

vanitas let out a bark of laughter from the corner. "you mean you didn’t know she knew? i could tell the first time i saw her."

noé flushed, looking embarrassed. "but... you’re not scared?"

you stepped closer, your heart pounding as you met his eyes. "no, noé. i’m not scared of you. i trust you."

noé’s breath caught, his gaze softening. the tension between you grew thick, but this time, neither of you looked away. slowly, tentatively, he reached out, his hand brushing against yours. his touch was warm, despite everything, and you felt your chest tighten.

"i...i’ve always liked you," noé whispered, his voice barely audible. your eyes widened, and for a moment, you couldn’t speak. then, with a shaky breath, you smiled, squeezing his hand.

"i’ve always liked you too, noé."

and with that, the barrier between you finally crumbled, and the two of you stood there, holding each other’s hands, while the remnants of the night’s terror faded away into the quiet warmth of your little pastry shop.

this was such a fun thing to write i love it! thank u so much for requesting!!

[lvrgirlrey]

𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓈 ⋆⁺₊❅.

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: your friends-with-benefits, chuuya nakahara, is jealous after he overheard you talking about a recent hookup you had with a man that wasn’t him. he decides to teach you who’s better.

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: MDNI ~1.7k, afab gn!reader x hard dom!chuuya, unprotected intimacy (remember guys, wrap it before you tap it!), p in v, oral (m receiving), spanking, hair pulling, fingering, belt as handcuffs, basically the usual nsfw stuff.

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hi guys!!! yes it has been a whole week since i posted and i am so so so sorry :,c i’m starting community college now and i’ve been busy getting my classes in order but now im confident that i have some time to post now :D maybe ill try for 2-3 a week but i procrastinate a lot so idk but we’ll see! hope you guys enjoy this bc i don’t think it’s the best xp

it had been a while since you started working for the port mafia. you have finally started getting comfortable with everyone, a little too comfortable with a certain someone.

you had begun hooking up with chuuya nakahara, the handsome executive who took a liking to you since you first joined, for a few months now and everything seemed to be going smoothly, until yesterday afternoon.

the topic of hookups had come up in conversation with the other port mafia members. you told them about a recent hookup with a guy you met at a bar- this caught chuuya’s attention. you felt his gaze from across the room, staring you down like a lion stalking its prey as you continued to go on about the guy from the bar.

the other members could feel the tension rising as you went on, yet you were completely unaware of chuuya’s fueling anger bubbling up inside him.

later that day, you had been called to chuuya’s office for reasons unknown. you couldn’t think of a reason he’d be calling you to meet with him; he knows better than to attempt to sleep with you while at work.

head reeling with thoughts of the worst possible outcomes, you hurriedly made your way to his office.

opening the door, you could smell the faint aroma of wine. knowing him, he was probably already drunk from only a glass. “drinking already? and without me? how cruel of you, chuu.” you knew how much he hated getting called that.

he only responded with a heavy sigh, glancing at you without a word. “you okay? you left like an hour ago and i hadn’t seen or heard of you until now.” you were worried, he never like this unless something really pissed him off. walking behind his chair, you attempted to wrap your arms around his neck but he stood up and pushed you away.

“you seriously don’t know what you did?” he huffed, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. what had you done? you couldn’t recall a single thing this week, let alone today, that you had done to upset him like this.

“what are you talking about? i don’t think i’ve done anything.” you sighed, sitting in his seat to feel his warmth. “you don’t remember? you were talking about fucking another guy while i was right there!” he startled you, you’ve never heard his voice like this, bitter and filled with jealousy.

“why do you care about that anyway? it was a one-night stand and i barely remember the guy’s name. besides, you and i aren’t dating. the only ‘coupley’ thing we do is hook up.” you were getting irritated, why does he care if you hook up with other guys or not?

“because clearly you don’t care about me enough to not go ‘round fucking any other assholes besides me!” this had you reeling in anger. he was basically accusing you of being a slut who opens her legs to anything with a dick. “excuse me? if you had a problem with me sleeping with other guys, you should’ve told me and i would’ve stopped! plus, you were the one who said you just wanted to be fuck-buddies

“well i regret saying that because you’re right, i do have a problem with you sleeping with other guys.” he turned so you wouldn’t see his face, pink from embarrassment. you couldn’t help but laugh. the chuuya nakahara, one of the most feared men in yokohama, is standing in front of you, embarrassed because he let his true feelings out.

“what’s so funny?” his voice had cracked, only causing you to laugh even harder at the sight of him. “why are you so mad? we could become exclusive if you really wanted to.” wiping the tears from your eyes, your stood up from his chair and made your way over to him. you embraced him in a gentle hug. “i can be all yours if you wanted me to.” you whispered into his ear, feeling him tremble beneath your hot breath.

“maybe there’s a way you could make this up to me.” he smirked while placing gentle kisses on your neck. before you could respond, he pulled your head back into an aggressive kiss, feeling the anger pour out of him from it. you tasted the sweet flavor of wine on his soft lips.

“chuu- chuuya? not here, i don’t want to get caught and get in trouble with mori.” you panted as he released you from the kiss. “i don’t believe he would care. the other members have done worse so this would be the least of his worries.” he looked at you with the lust of a thousand animals, there was no way you would convince him to leave and go to his apartment.

suddenly, his lips were on yours again. he pushed you up against the nearest wall, trying to get as close as possible. he wasted no time pulling down your skirt and was surprised to see you had already soaked through your cotton panties.

“so wet for me already, doll?” he teased, sticking a hand down your fluid soaked underwear to feel the wetness for himself. a loud moan escaped your mouth before he used his hand to cover it completely, “you said you didn’t want to get caught, didn’t you? so stay quiet for me unless you want mori hearing you scream my name.” he fully removed your panties before continuing to play with your warmth. he drew circles around your clit, causing you to almost release a deep moan that would’ve been heard around the whole office.

just as quickly as he started, he stopped abruptly, causing you to try and cling to him for more pleasure. he slowly went up and down your folds, making it feel like torture. instantly, he stuck a finger inside you, curling it in such a way that it perfectly hit the right spot. you try not to scream at the sudden pleasure but you couldn’t help but allow some soft moans to escape your mouth.

he commanded you to get on your knees and you do so. as you helped him take off his pants, he uses his belt as makeshift handcuffs. “chuuya, what are you doing?” you were shocked at his aggressiveness. “making sure you don’t leave. i gotta make sure you’re satisfied enough after this so you won’t go and fuck other guys.” he smirked as you looked up at him, annoyance visibly on your face.

you could feel his hard length from underneath his boxers, his impressive size still shocks you even after seeing it dozens of times. you curled your fingers around his waistband, his rock hard cock hitting your cheek.

chuuya laughed at the sight. he could finish just by looking at you like this. his cock leaked of pre cum. a deep, guttural moan left his mouth after you traced your tongue up from the base to the tip. “f-fuck baby. don’t tease me, just hurry up and take it.” those were the last words you heard before he forced your mouth over his dick and down to the base, your nose touching his abdomen.

choking and moaning from the sudden lack of air, you wrapped your lips around his length while he forced your head up and down. “damn, you feel s-so good.” he whispered softly as tears began to well up in your eyes.

you couldn’t help but choke on his size. he was already close, you could tell. but before he could finish, he pulled your mouth off of himself and pulled you up by your arm. he dragged you over to his desk and bent you over it, slapping your ass in the process.

he nearly ripped off your panties with how aggressive he was being, like an absolute wild animal. you could feel him moving himself up and down your slit, tearing you before positioning himself against your hole.

“you ready? i’m not gonna hold back.” even if you couldn’t see him, you knew he had a cheeky smirk on his face as he said that. “that’s hard to believe. i don’t think you have it in you to not hold back on me.” his smirk was replaced with annoyance. as punishment, he pushed into with great force. the sudden pain and pleasure made you scream as chuuya gripped you hips with both hands and forced them down on his cock.

he forcefully continued to push his length into your hole. he was hitting your sweet spot every time, causing you to quickly inch towards an orgasm. he let go of your hips with one hand and violently pulled at a fistful of your hair.

you arched your back to his chest as he leaned over you, marking your neck and shoulders with sloppy hickeys. you were reaching your climax. “chuu- mmh! chuuya i’m c-close!” the pleasure was too much, you were going to cum all over chuuya’s cock.

“that’s right, baby. cum a-all over me.” he whispered into your ear, letting go of your hair to circle around your clit. you couldn’t take it anymore.

“cumming! i’m cumming!” the tight know in your stomach broke and before you knew it, your fluids came out and covered chuuya’s dick. you rode out your high as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier as his climax came. you could feel his hot load coating your walls in white.

he slowly pulled out of you, his cock covered in his cum and your fluids. “told you i wouldn’t hold back.” he continued to tease as he removed his belt from your wrists. you tried to stand to get your skirt back but your legs were numb and you collapsed.

“relax doll, i’ll get it for you.” he placed you on his chair as he went over to grab your skit as you put on your soaked panties. “if you hadn’t been so rough i would’ve been able to walk.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“well i had to teach you a lesson for fucking another guy.” you scoffed at that while he helped you get dressed so no one at the office would suspect anything. “well i now know that no one is better than you, chuu.” you proclaimed, knowing he would get annoyed at his nickname. “don’t call me that, unless you want me to teach you another lesson.”

again, not my best work but hope you guys all thoroughly enjoyed it either way! love u guys lots ^3^

[lvrgirlrey]

[lvrgirlrey]

BSD HCS *̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

⋆꙳•̩̩͙ ❅ *̩̩͙‧͙ ⛇⋆☃︎ ‧͙ *̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: how i think BSD characters would be in a relationship!

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: akutgawa ryuunosuke, osamu dazai, atsushi nakajima

𝔸/ℕ: this is my first actual tumblr post so this might not be my best work :v it was fun making this but it was kinda hard to do it cuz im not really the type of person to make headcanons ;p kudos to the people who can make a bunch of posts in one day! it took me a while just to make this one :,)

ℂ𝕎: this does include NSFW HCS but nothing too crazy! minors proceed with caution!

𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕣𝕪𝕦𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖

𝕊𝔽𝕎:

* you were definitely obvious with your hints toward him but started to catch on that you though of him as more than friends

* was so confused when you confessed

* “where did that come from?”

* managed to keep a straight face

* he didn’t want others to know that the two of you were together for at least a month or two

* he is NOT a fan of PDA. no matter the circumstances, he hates PDA always

* would buy you the occasional present like flowers and candy (asked gin for help)

* definitely not the most romantic person; hugs and kisses would feel very foreign to him. he would be okay with just your presence with him

* would never outright ask for something, you would basically have to figure it out on your own

* you’d have to be VERY patient, he’s definitely inexperienced in relationships

* his way of showing affection would be acts of service. buying you tea/coffee, doing chores for you, tending to your injuries after a difficult mission, etc

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎:

* a switch. mostly dominant but will not resist when you top him

* not the highest stamina but will absolutely try his hardest for 3+ rounds (can’t blame him for his lung problems)

* is definitely a thigh guy. you’re wearing a short skirt and thigh highs? expect getting absolutely railed later

* he’s an in between a rough/fast paced quickie and slow/sensual love making kinda guy

* very quiet, almost silent. at most does some very heavy breathing while he’s close

* doesn’t have the biggest sex drive but is an absolute nasty dog if he’s been having a stressful day at work

* loves doggy style

* won’t finish until you’ve finished at least once

* willing to give oral but would need a lot of convincing

* not kinky but is still willing to try (probably won’t enjoy it much)

* for aftercare, he would run you both a hot shower to clean you off and cuddle in bed afterwards

𝕠𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦 𝕕𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚

𝕊𝔽𝕎:

* knew you liked him from basically the beginning

* he gave off every instance where you were so obviously hinting at something

* everyone in the world would know when you guys started dating because he would NOT keep his mouth shut

* “why would i hide the woman i love from the world?”

* the master of PDA

* his hands are all over you 24/7

* physical touch is his love language

* constant flow of gifts, your desk is always overly crowded by them

* talks everyone’s ears off about you

* absolutely worships the ground you walk on

* loves scaring you half to death constantly

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎:

* dominant switch. is ALWAYS in controlled

* the freakiest man alive. kinks, toys, you name it and he’s into it

* an absolute tease. loves laughing on how you look pathetic under him and denies your orgasm so much you nearly pass out

* can go on for round after round after round, 2-3 times a day, 4-5 times a week (this man is an absolute beast)

* a tit man. loves missionary just to see them bouncing for him. just seeing them would make him finish

* loves quickies. before, during, and after missions.

* KNOWS he’s loud. wants you to know how good you make him feel

* spanks. a lot. you can’t sit comfortably after having sex with him

* does NOT play when it comes down to giving oral. is absolutely making you see stars from the moment he starts

* absolutely a “rough and fast” man. constantly hitting the sweet spot every time and will laugh when you ask him to slow down

* aftercare kinda sucks with him.. at most would cuddle after but that’s basically it

𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕟𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕒

𝕊𝔽𝕎:

* ABSOLUTELY clueless. did not know you liked him until you told him to his face

* “oh. OH. IS THAT WHY YOU ___?”

* would be a little closed off and reserved at first but slowly open up to you

* not the biggest fan of PDA but would occasionally give you a quick peck if you really wanted it

* gets you gifts but sometimes they’re not the best (he tried that’s all that matters)

* definitely a quality time kinda guy; going out for a walk/dates are his go-to

* the biggest snuggle bug ever; he’s always cuddled up to you in private. in public he’s just always super close to you to the point that he sometimes get in the way

* always rushing to your aid

* dazai teases him because “he looks like a lost puppy, constantly following you around”

* gets you “just because” flowers

* loves head pats

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎:

* the most switch of all switches. will dom in the middle of you taking charge

* AN ASS GUY. loves doggy style and reverse cowgirl just to see your ass bouncing off his dick

* unaware of how loud he is. will get looks from the other ADA members because of his volume

* tries out different kinds of kinks every time to make sure he finds one that you both enjoy

* wouldn’t enjoy anything that involved hurting you (slaps, spanks, whips, etc)

* on the contrary, LOVES getting his hair pulled. practically begs for you to pull it every time

* is very sensual when it’s dedicated sex time but for a quickie? might as well become the weretiger because of how feral he gets

* an average sex drive. mostly 2-3 times a week

* aftercare is just getting food after he pounded you

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again, this is my first actual post so please don’t mind any mistakes/errors! thank you for reading :,D



[lvrgirlrey]

intro post! °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

۶•ৎ

- 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖(𝕤) ~ mireya/reya

- 𝕒𝕘𝕖 ~ 18

- 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 ~ january 16th

- 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤 ~ she/her

- 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 ~ english, spanish

- 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 ~ reading, watching shows, music

- 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤 ~ school

- 𝕗𝕒𝕧 𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 ~ him, ptv, sws, malice mizer, plastic tree, gulu gulu, dadaroma, kaneto-juusei, the gazette, and more!

𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥:

- Bungou Stray Dogs, Black Butler, Blue Lock, Vanitas no Carte, etc

𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀:

- i don’t care if minors are reading my post BUT please don’t interact with me!

𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

- masterlist is still a work in progress!

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕆ℙ𝔼ℕ

i am relatively new to tumblr so any tips are greatly appreciated!

hopefully this reaches a good amount of people bc i want some new friends who share similar interests!!