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A/N: not requested but I wrote this a few weeks ago, and wanted to post it for you guys

BREAKFAST CAN WAIT - MISA RODRÍGUEZ

Trying to wake Misa up for training

Misa Rodríguez x fem! reader

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The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains as I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Misa. She’s sprawled out, her dark hair a mess on the pillow, her face so peaceful it makes me smile.

Today’s a big day for her, but before her training, I want to do something special.

I pad quietly into the kitchen, feeling a bit excited as I start preparing her favorite breakfast: scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast.

The smell of sizzling bacon fills the air, and I hum to myself while setting the table. I want her to have a nice start to the day.

Once everything’s ready, I head back upstairs to wake her. She’s still in bed, looking impossibly adorable with the way the blanket is wrapped around her. Leaning down, I brush a strand of hair away from her face and kiss her forehead softly.

“Misa,” I whisper, my voice soft. “Time to wake up, mi amor. I made breakfast.”

She stirs a little, her eyes fluttering open, and a lazy smile spreads across her lips. “Mmm… buenos días, cariño,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.

Before I can even respond, she grabs my wrist and pulls me down onto the bed, making me squeak in surprise.

“Misa!” I laugh, trying to pull away, but she just tightens her arms around me, pressing her face into my neck.

“Quédate conmigo, mi cielo,” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin. Her hands slide around my waist, tugging me until I’m straddling her lap. “Just a little longer, por favor.” She plants a soft kiss on my collarbone, making my resolve weaken instantly.

“Misa, you need to eat before training,” I say, but my voice lacks the firmness I was hoping for. Her hands are already sliding up under my shirt, her touch soft and warm as she traces patterns on my skin.

“I need you more,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my neck. I feel her smile against my skin, the mischievous one she always gives when she knows she’s winning. “Mi preciosa, you smell so much better than breakfast.”

I can’t help but giggle as she continues pressing kisses along my neck, each one slower than the last, until she’s moving up to my jawline. Her lips are soft, warm, and every touch makes me shiver. “Misa…”

“Mmm, you’re so cute when you say my name like that,” she teases, finally catching my lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

Her hands are still under my shirt, fingers lightly grazing my back, sending little shocks through my body. The kiss deepens, her tongue brushing against mine with a tenderness that makes my head spin.

I try to focus, but it’s hard when her lips keep moving like that, so deliberate, so intoxicating.

She kisses me again and again, like she’s savoring every second. Her hands explore further up my back, her fingers tracing my spine, pulling me even closer.

“You taste so sweet, mi cielo,” she purrs, pulling away just enough to look into my eyes. There’s a mischievous glint in her gaze, her fingers still tracing delicate patterns under my shirt. “We could stay like this all day… What do you think, princesa?”

I bite my lip, trying to resist the temptation. Her lips find mine again, kissing me even slower this time, savoring each movement.

It’s impossible not to get lost in the feeling of her mouth on mine, the way she holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

But I can’t forget the breakfast waiting downstairs.

“Misa,” I murmur against her lips, trying to sound firm despite how weak I feel in her arms. “We really need to get up. I made all your favorites.”

She lets out a playful groan, her lips brushing against my ear as she murmurs, “Pero, amor… I’d rather stay here with you, holding mi corazón, kissing you until we both forget what time it is.”

Her lips move back to mine, and I get lost in another long, drawn-out kiss. Her hands explore my back, moving up and down in soft strokes that leave me breathless.

When she pulls away, she nuzzles into the crook of my neck, pressing soft kisses along my skin.

“I love you,” she whispers between kisses, her voice tender. “Eres lo más hermoso en mi vida…”

My heart flutters at her words, and I kiss the top of her head in return, feeling so incredibly loved in this moment.

But I also know how important training is for her. “I love you too, Misa. But you have to eat or you’ll be starving during training.”

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips as she finally loosens her grip. “Fine, mi vida. But only because you made it for me.”

I grin, leaning down to give her one more quick kiss. “That’s my girl.”

I laugh softly, giving her a quick peck on the lips before sliding off her lap. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You better,” she teases, swinging her legs out of bed.

She stretches with a groan, then reaches for me again, wrapping her arms around my waist as we head downstairs. “But, cariño, don’t think I’m done with you. After breakfast, you owe me so many cuddles.”

I laugh softly, leaning into her. “Deal.”

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LEON KENNEDY'S DUMB FLIP PHONE

( Older!Leon Kennedy x GN!reader || no specific Leon specified but definitely older than re2/re4 era !! Him n' his stupid flip phone ♡ )

“You need glasses.” You comment over his shoulder, watching as Leon’s eyes narrow to the point where they're squinting, his tired blues stay trained on his phone, quickly thumbing the keypad to switch between letters as he typed. “No I don't, they make me look old.” He says back, angling the screen of his flip phone, pure concentration on his face as he speaks. You smile a bit as you watch him, the bridge of his nose peeking through his bangs. “You need contacts then,” you correct, leaning a bit closer to see what he's doing. 

“Don't look. And I don't  need contacts either.” Leon shields the screen of his phone away from you, keeping it close to his chest. “Why?” Despite his words, you lean closer to see what he is typing. You can't see much, besides the bluish glare of his screen.

At least he wasn't using that damn Nokia anymore. You could barely even see the screen on that thing. It was as large as his palm, seeing him pad the numbers on that thing to call Chris was its own form of entertainment. An extreme sport, even. How the hell did his fingers not cramp up from texting you during his missions?

“You can't look yet.” Leon says with a giddiness in his tone, a somewhat rare thing to see especially after coming home from a long, tiring day at work. The apples of his cheeks perk up as he smiles to himself, using the keypad on his phone to scroll through…something. You still didn't know what the hell he was talking about. 

You see the giddy look on his face, the way his blues shone like he was finding something for the first time. Leon's had his phone as long as you could remember giving it to him. Which left you with more questions than answers. Your weight shifts as you rest your back against the couch cushions, arms folded against your chest as you wait. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

And waited. 

Until finally Leon shows you what he was trying to hide from you for so long. A long list of kaomojis. The blond seemed proud of himself, showing off the brightening bluish glare of his screen with a big, proud smile on his face. “What do you think?” He asks with the same giddiness in his tone from earlier. Your eyes scan over the various emoticons, cats, dogs, even bunnies. You subconsciously smile to yourself, having no idea that his phone even had the capabilities to do something as cute as this. “It’s cute, Leon.” you say, smiling a bit more as he scrolls through a roulette of kaomojis, some of them starred. Who knew, the Leon Scott Kennedy loved using silly little cats and smiley faces in his texts. What a man. Your man. 

 “Bet your phone can’t do this.” he teases, waving his phone screen in front of you. As if having a flip phone in the age of touch screens was some sort of flex. Even though there were countless apps that could do what his phone could, none of them could compare to the smile on the blond’s face as he showed you his little catalog of silly emoticons. You let the man have his fun, nodding along as you lean in to kiss his cheek. “Yeah, it can’t.” you say in reply.

[saizun]

flower   ୭  ׂ  𓈒 ·˚ 🪷

[realgrl]

bunnies and hares from happy kitty bunny pony: a saccharine mouthful of super cute (2005)

[kissedloveletters]

just a kiss 、 multi . ₊˚ ♱

♱ synopsis ﹒ honkai starrail men kissing you

♱ characters ﹒ dr.ratio 、 moze 、 sunday 、 boothill .

♱ admin note ﹒ hello everyone ! irl stuff has been eating me up lately , sorry </3 i’ve finally got some time to write !⠀ ⠀..⠀ ⠀ cw ﹒sfw .

﹒ MOZE

he’s somewhat reserved and introverted, but that fact doesn’t stop him from being bold. if he wants to kiss you or if you want one; he’ll give you a peck on the cheek or a quick one on your lips — expect in serious situations — he isn’t shy to publicly give you affection as much as in private, just simple as — you want a kiss? ok, smooch! what does he have to be embarrassed or ashamed of?

his lips are semi - thin and are somewhat chapped — though you don’t mind — when you kiss; his lips are soft and gentle. you can smell the faint scent of death lingering among him and he can smell the fragrant scent clinging to your skin, usually humming in delight.

you can feel the genuine affection from his kisses; being so soft and gentle, like you were glass and if he put too much pressure you would break. gently puts both his hand on your cheek, while putting chaste kisses all over your face.. oh my god i’m melting

loves to kiss your cheek and lips, something sparks inside him every time you both kiss; it’s like you’re the warm glow in the cold winter night.

he overall just wants to protect you and keep you safe, you’re so precious to him and make him happy thank you would ever know, he might not be good at wording things but he is straight forward in telling you that he loves you and a little peck on your lips, he doesn’t want you to doubt yourself. ღ

﹒ SUNDAY

kissing sunday is a rarity, mainly so in public, he has an appearance as an important figure so he keeps stuff like kisses and affection private. but he will reach for your hand and kiss it in appropriate moments like meetings and such, of course.. what a gentle man

but alone — he’s more affectionate and kisses you more, more so on your cheeks and lips

chaste kisses ; his lips are so soft and you can feel the love being genuine from his lips, syrupy words coming from his mouth, he’s so lovable with you!

his lips are downward-turned and a pale pink that blends well with his skin tone. when you kiss you can smell a nice fresh scent sticking to his clothes and body, he’s well taken care of so there isn’t much a surprise of that.

loves to kiss your hand and lips, seeing your smile afterwards is always a pleasure to him. ღ

﹒ DR . RATIO

honestly, i don’t write him much but i don’t see him the affectionate type…he’s more words than actions so there would be barely any pda also since he wants to keep a professional look, he gets urges tho.

he doesn’t mind it if you’re the one to intend kisses in public, he doesn’t find it necessary and you should know he loves you; he isn’t in much relationship nor has time or holds any importance to it so he’s new to stuff like that..

occasionally will give you a chaste kiss on your forehead , lips or on your shoulders but nothing really else. his lips are a cupids bow; they are a plum pink and warm on your skin. he smells like fresh herbs and white chocolate. ღ

﹒ BOOTHILL

boothill is the same as moze — somewhat. he kisses you anytime and anywhere, expect in super serious situations or certain ones. usually he doesn’t care what other people think or say, will shamelessly make out with you to prove his point — though that somewhat happens since he can get jealous easily.

his lips are thin and is a very pale pink that almost match his skin tone, his kisses can be a mixed of rough and gentle at times. he feels warm and his lips are soft and smooth, nice against yours.

loves to kiss any part of you, a feel of you is equal to heaven, you yourself is so soothing and precious. since the only thing he can genuinely feel is his face he loves it when you cup his face when you both smooch, your hands bring him so much warmth and feels so affectionate .

if not his lips; kissing anywhere around his face is so precious to him, makes him feel warm and happy, having a visible smile—you’re his happiness and his .. basically everything, everything about you is perfect.. ღ

[sileutas]

ʕ•͓͡🍈 ✿ ॱ ִ🍮 ☦︎ ⬮

[starovis]

credit ི᭨ᩧྀ ᡴ🦢ꪫ   ꣑୧ୁ 소녀🩰.

♡̶ ႋ ࣭🎐. 𓆝𓈒 𓇼ㅤׂ ༊࿐

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[aqualogia]

Livin' On A Prayer

[inoccwnt]

⠀ ૮꒰ྀི´   ` ྀི꒱১ ⠀ ⌢　₊　　🧁

[shitsndgiggs]

Kenan Yildiz coming back from a game and he finds his girlfriend having a panic attack and he tries to calm her down but it doesn’t work so he keeps kissing her till she’s calm. Ending in him cuddling her telling her how much he loves her .

A/N: I ended up making this more angsty than fluffy

IN HIS ARMS - KENAN YILDIZ

Kenan helping you through a panic attack

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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I sat on the floor in the middle of the living room, my back pressed against the couch, hands trembling as I tried to breathe through the tightness in my chest.

It felt like the walls were closing in, my heart racing uncontrollably. Every breath I took felt too shallow, like I couldn’t get enough air, and my head spun with the overwhelming sensation of panic.

This wasn't the first time I'd had a panic attack, but it still felt just as terrifying every time. Usually, Kenan was there to help calm me down, but tonight he was at his game, and I was alone.

Then, I heard the door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of Kenan dropping his gym bag on the floor. I barely registered his footsteps, my mind clouded with panic.

"Y/N?" His voice was soft at first, but when he saw me, the panic in his own voice became clear. "Baby? What’s wrong?"

He rushed over, dropping to his knees in front of me, eyes wide with worry. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

I couldn’t answer. My throat felt tight, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out except for quick, shallow breaths. The more I tried to calm myself, the worse it got.

Kenan’s panic skyrocketed. His eyes darted over me, like he was searching for some external injury, something he could fix. "Y/N, breathe, baby. Please, just breathe. You’re okay."

I could see the fear in his eyes now. He had no idea how to help, and it was making him just as frantic. He grabbed my hand, his grip firm, but it didn’t stop the shaking.

"Do you need water? Do you want to lie down? Do you want me to call someone?" He was rambling, his own panic mixing with mine. "I don’t—please, tell me what to do, baby."

I tried to focus on his voice, but it was like I was trapped in my own head. My vision was blurry from the tears that had started to spill over, and I was gasping for air, trying desperately to breathe normally.

Kenan ran a hand through his hair, his breath coming out shaky now. "Okay, okay, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m right here." He knelt down fully, pulling me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me like he was shielding me from the world.

His voice broke when he spoke again. "Y/N, I don’t know what to do. Please, talk to me."

The panic in his voice only made me cry harder, and I buried my face in his chest, clinging to him like a lifeline.

My breaths were coming in quick, painful bursts, and Kenan’s hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me even closer.

Then, something shifted. He stopped panicking, his arms tightening around me as he began kissing the top of my head. "It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. You’re safe."

He kissed my forehead, then my temple, his lips lingering on my skin. "I’m here. Just breathe with me. You’re okay."

The kisses were slow, gentle, like he was trying to coax me back to reality with every touch. I could feel his heart racing beneath my hands, his chest rising and falling in time with his deep breaths, and slowly, slowly, I started to match them.

His lips trailed down to my cheek, brushing softly against the skin wet from my tears. "You’re okay, Y/N. You’re safe."

The panic was still there, but it wasn’t as overwhelming now. His kisses were like an anchor, pulling me back, grounding me.

He kept kissing me, over and over—on my cheeks, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, each one slower than the last.

"I love you," he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to my lips. It was barely a touch, but it was enough to remind me of where I was—who I was with.

The tightness in my chest began to ease, my breaths becoming less labored. The shaking in my hands stopped, replaced by a deep exhaustion that hit me all at once.

Kenan pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. "You’re okay now?"

I nodded, too tired to speak, but I could see the relief flood his face. His hands were still trembling a little, and I realized just how scared he had been.

"You scared me," he admitted quietly, his voice shaky. "I didn’t know what to do."

"I’m sorry," I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying.

He shook his head immediately. "No, don’t apologize. Just… don’t scare me like that again, okay?" His voice cracked a little, and it broke my heart to see him like this—so worried, so panicked.

"I won’t," I promised, my head resting against his chest again. I could feel his heart slowly calming down now, the thumping in his chest becoming steadier.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice small but filled with gratitude.

"You don't have to thank me," he said softly, holding me a little tighter. "I love you, Y/N. I'd do anything for you."

I smiled against his chest, my heart swelling with love for this man who had become my entire world. "I know."

[2winke]

ʚɞ 𝓓oll Based Names , Pronouns , and Titles ♱

⟢ 𝓡eq by ⦂ anon ! ᐢ..ᐢ

⟢ 𝓝ames ! ഒ

Dollie , Dahlia , Dollette , Winslow , Cosabella , Lottie , Esther , Indigo , Frances , Elowyn , Wynn / Wynnie , Willow , Este / Estelle , Primrose , Merritt , Cadence , Vinnie / Vinny , Angie , Lola , Marjorie , Odette , Odelia , Yvette , Angélique , Beau .

⟢ 𝓟ronouns ! ഒ

Doll / Dolls , Marion / Marionette , Puppet / Puppets , Lace / Laces , Fan / Fancy , Coquette / Coquettes , Ae / Aer , Fae / Faer , Porce / Porcelain , Frill / Frills , Fleu / Fleur .

⟢ 𝓣itles ! ഒ

The Porcelain One , The Doll , The Coquettish Dollie / Dolly , The Fancy One , The Prettiest Marionette , Starry-Eyed Doll , Prn Made of Porcelain , Prn Made of Fine China , Thy Divine Doll , The Doll of The Stars , Prn Who Has Been Dollified , The Little Porcelain Doll .

[bratdotcom]

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE !!

( Leon Kennedy x GN!reader headcanons || finding your lipstick on his things ♡ )

( ♡ ) Leon can't help but feel slightly embarrassed whenever he finds your lipstick stains on his collars

( ♡ ) He quietly hopes that no one asks where they came from, but at the same time, he does

( ♡ ) He doesn't mind your lipstick smudging against his skin (he secretly wonders if you buy lipstick with him in mind)

( ♡ ) He's tried buying lipsticks for you, but he doesnt really know what he's doing (he's trying his best)

( ♡ ) He absolutely loves it when you pepper him in kisses, sometimes he traces over them with his fingers with a stupid smile on his face

( ♡ ) Speaking of peppering him with kisses, he loves the fuzzy feeling on his skin after you kiss him (even if he doesn't show it)

( ♡ ) Whenever he sees your lipstick on his things, he's reminded that you're waiting for him at home

( ♡ ) Secretly loves seeing the color of lipstick you're wearing on his straws/cups but won't admit it

( ♡ ) Sometimes he wish you'd warn him, though- coming to meetings with very visible lipstick stains on them isn't very professional at all

[saizun]

♥︎ᭂ‍   Glass Jewelry Box Heart Shape Box  ིུ͠  ֵ๋̾͒۫ ❧ 

[flwzai]

ㅤ [ 🏚️ ] ㅤ ꜝ 사랑 ㅤ☆ ⌒ (ゝ 。∂) ㅤ ˚｡ ⋆ ୨୧

ㅤ꒰ @manjiso ꒱ ໒꒱.* i love you!! ⊹⟆ ৎ୭

[kissedloveletters]

hand holding , multi. ₊˚ ♱

♱ note . aaa hi my loves ! sorry for the lack of inactivity (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞.. i’ve got a few fics in the drafts to make up for it! here is part one.

♱ characters . muichiro , inosuke , zenitsu , genya , tanjiro

♱ warnings . head canons, angst on genya’s part if you squint

muichiro’s hands are tough from the consistencies of training and hard work, didn’t became a hashira in 2-3 months for nothing. but it isn’t sandpaper bad. cuts liter his palms often — also gets some what clammy

his hands are average in size for his age, or even dainty. he has slim fingers with average sized palms.

his nails run a little unkempt and are sometimes cracked, his cuticles are a little roughed up from fighting. also doesn’t care much for nail care but likes it when you take care of it for him, or even tells you to do it — he likes the feeling of your hands on his; the warmth radiating from your hands is pleasurable.

he gets a lot of cuts often, sometimes when he’s reading he gets on purpose to ask you to help him tend them or bandage his wounds, he likes your touch, a lot.

extra. physical touch is actually one of his love languages and quality time, which is why he does these on purpose.

if you scold him he would have puppy eyes and say it won’t happen again ( it will ).

^ but is happy you care for his wellbeing!!

defiantly plays and / or massages with your fingers. traces the wrinkles on your hands, oh and also kisses your fingers one by one so very gently and lovingly, like if he pushed down too hard you’ll shatter like glass

his fingers are cold but not uncomfortably so it’s comforting to feel on a warm day

swings your hands when your holding hands

his grip is soft and he likes intertwining your hands, he gets this stupid little smile and can’t stop staring at both your hands intertwined

he doesn’t care who stares or comments he loves holding your hands so it happens often, if he can’t for some reason he’ll hold your inner arm or a piece of your clothing ( most likely your hoari / back of your shirt )

genyas’s hands are on the rough side, but his touch is still just as gentle despite the textured skin. because of him eating demon flesh gives the after effects of his skin being more thick and hard.

especially his fingers from using a gun instead of a kitana

his hands are above average with wide fingers, most likely from him eating demon flesh. but nevertheless his hands temperature can go from warm and cold, it mostly runs on cold though.

he has a few cuts littering his fingers but they disappear as much as they appear.

when he ‘becomes’ a demon his nails grow more than his average and more sharper, has a hue of yellow and black — naturally, his nails are sorta uneven and short.

he likes it when you offer to cut his nails and take care of it for him, it saves him trouble but feels bad he’s letting you take care of it and not him, so he tries to help the best he cans.

his hands are clammy when you hold hands cause of how flustered and nervous he is, but you don’t comment or mind it.

his grip is loose, but tender. it firms up at times—like while in a crowd so he won’t lose you or in vulnerable moments

sanemi used to hold his hands when younger and those memories come around his minds when he spaces out while holding your hand, it usually causes his grip to firm up and if you comment how hard he’s squeezing your hand he’ll apologize and stop

he’s flustered and embarrassed holding your hand in public but is proud of himself if he initiated it first. generally way more affectionate in private but still gets red

extra . you two could be watching fireworks at a festival and then he goes in and holds your hand while your looking at the fireworks aaa

so by that, holding hands with him is somewhat rare, unless if your overly affectionate then it would be way more, he doesn’t mind it or anything he’s just shy doing pda — you could just hug him and he’s tomato red.

tanjiro’s hands are pretty rough for the high amounts of training and combats he’s endured especially after the hashiras’ training, but nothing like sand paper bad like inosuke’s. there’s a few cuts littering his fingers but it isn’t major

his hands are above average with slightly slim fingers.

his hands run on the slightly above average size, his hands run warm; good for the winter!

his nails are taken care of, not as much as it was before. trims his nails short from time to time since they grow a bit long since he neglects nail care often.

but offers to do yours! if you aren’t good at taking care of yourself cause of your living circumstances as a demon slayer then he’s happy to do it for you even if you can for yourself — he’s happy to help you.

likes it when you do it for him also, the touch of your hand will always be a enjoyment for him!!

tanjiro’s grip is tender yet firm, you’re one of his reason to live and fight for and would do anything to protect you at all costs. he squeezes your hands especially if either of you came back from a mission.

hand holding with him is regular, if you are a demon slayer then he holds your hand while walking to or back from your missions. he also holds your hands for comfort, expect in serious situations.

inosuke’s hands are rough, he grew up on the mountains so his hands are somewhat close to sandpaper texture, though his hands get clammy. he has scars and cuts on his hands—one or two bruises—cuts regularly pop up.

his hands are above average with big palms and thick fingers, it’s regular for his hands to have dirt on them

his nails and cuticles aren’t the greatest compared to when you took care of them for him, he does a lot of training so his hands’ appearances take the brute of it.

more times than none he’ll accept your help on keeping them trim and dirt free, but he doesn’t really try much to help since it feels a tad pointless to him, but he likes your hands on his.

while training he’s prone to a lot of nail crack/breaking and half the time it slips his mind unless it scratches his skin or something. in which he stops training to search for you to help him clean it.

extra . the same actually goes to muichiro and genya ^ lmao

inosuke’s grip is all over the place, his hold is clammy and there’s always dirt involved to an extent. he’s not really sure how to do the whole hand holding without squeezing too hard and breaking your hand or holding it too loose he loses your hand

he gets jealous if you hold someone else’s hand for helping them and will turn it into a competition for the other person of who held your hand the most, and the person is like : ????

you can scold him but it doesn’t sound very scary coming from you, but it makes him feel fuzzy when you express you care for him.

extra . probably ruins the pure moment by saying lord inosuke can handle anything and then you go along saying that you forgot he’s the the king of the mountain and that he can endure anything LMAO

holding hands with inosuke he’s secretly touch starved so he’ll sometimes take to holding other parts of you if your hands are busy or he really tends to silently hug you

zenitsu’s hands are average in size, they run stupidly warm and occasionally clammy when he’s flustered.

his cuticles and nails are unbothered, surprisingly his nails are cut since he takes care of himself often.

LOVES it when you take care of his nails and you both talk about everything and nothing, or just a silence is so nice with your hands on his — and defiantly looks at you with a awe expression

holding hands with zenitsu is common. he’s lovesick and touch starved, especially for comfort or reassurance when he’s scared.

when you first held his hand was probably for reassurance, his hands was clammy during the time since he was flustered by your action — and scared of the demons — but it was nothing you minded

another one who would swing your hands ^^

saying he will protect you while holding your hand tightly and eyes moist, threatening to almost sob from fear.

extra . he probably feels ashamed because all he did was cry and then you reassure him it’s alright since it’s literally flesh eating demons and you both were about to piss your pants

defiantly sees couples comparing hand sizes and intertwining their hands slowly, then has a thought of wanting to do it with you. ( you both did )

his grip is firm and soft, he knows how to hold a woman’s hand and treats you delicately, though what i said before he does hold your hand too tight, apologizes if he thinks it’s too tight but sometimes doesn’t notice because of the fear he’s accumulating