#Kanda yuu x reader

[femmejournal]

"Kanda's a cat not a dog, Hoshino is a liar" no you don't understand. He's not your golden retriever boyfriend, he's your guard dog who barks at everyone and their mom

[cherry-writes-stuff]

Do you by chance have any nsfw ideas for Kanda. Pls 🙇‍♀️ there's so little content for him I'm desperate. But I don't have any ideas myself lol sorry /sprints away

at first i was a 'fumbling virgin' kanda truther at first, to be honest, and he is!

eager to please but reluctant to show it, he'd be all talk, naturally, but when it comes down to removing your panties or shoving them aside to get down to business he starts to hesitate. you'll have to coax him slowly and laugh away any snapping remark from him ("i know what i'm doing!").

he's a fast learner, because of course he is, and sooner the hesitancy he shows in the beginning is gone. His sex drive is probably normal, maybe even on the lower spectrum -- at least when he's still with the order. between missions and training and scheduling in his usual pissy brooding at 6 pm every day, there's hardly time to get nasty and tacky between the sheets.

but it's not like he doesn't want to! and when you manage to pull his head out his ass and shove him between the wall of your room and the soft covers of your bed kanda goes down pliantly for all his scowling.

i truly and well believe also that kanda is sensitive and that he LIKES TO BE TEASED!!!!!! edge him three to five times before making bust a nut and he'll probably tear up hmmm <3.

definitely a switch, he can go from being dominant ro submisive given the mood and your and his wants and needs. always will listen and never do things half measured because when he aims to please he AIMS TO PLEASE.

now, as for AFTER the alma arc, it is a whole different story. my 'kanda is a fumbling virgin' truther card is slowly crumbling away deep within the crevices of my perve mind.

this kanda yuu is different for obvious reasons - he will be more sensual with his touches, his movements and looks. more gentle and mellow. he'll touch you like it's his first and last time doing it, kiss you like it too.

kanda yuu before the alma arc won't be able to give you too much of his time nor will he want to, but kanda yuu after the alma arc has the potential to be a real yearner/lover i can feel it in my bones...walk with me here

[alienaiver]

Kanda foe the headcanons game! 🌷

omg tori im so happy you sent him in, i was hoping so bad you'd see the game !!!! ✨ im sorry abt the delay<!!!33333 these are like, half-modern au kinda, since some of the questions doesn't really translate to the 19th century LMAo

Songs on his iPod: i think despite his tough-no-feelings demeanor, he really does like songs where the lyrics resonate with him, or put words into feelings he can't articulate well himself. its NOT emo or angsty tho, claims the angsty emo.

rootless tree - damien rice my demons - starset sacrifice - zella day (sobbing i actually made a kanda amv with this song once....) (these are all from my kanda playlist. im probably biased LMAO)

The one place they fall asleep – where they’re not supposed to: kanda's very reserved with rest. its only in his bedroom with a locked door unless you or alma are there. its too vulnerable and private if not. he fell asleep in a cafe with you once, which was silly, but he'd been overworking himself and your shoulder was right there

The game they’d destroy everyone else at: im so sorry, but kanda's entire personality in regards to video games is just: skill issue. he doesn't wanna waste his time learning how to fight in a dumb game when he can just as easily cut your throat irl no problem. though if ever convinced, hes flexible enough to beat everyone at twister

The emoticon they’d use most often: 🖕. (if he ever bothers)

What they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: he's actually kinder, somehow. not like, allen's mask polite, but he's less bite-y and easy to anger. his baseline is too little sleep generally, but when he goes beyond even that limit, hes too sleepy to fight about every little thing, which translates as sudden kindness.

Their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights or mornings: green tea, always

How they like to comfort/care for themselves in a slump: kanda likes to throw his head aggressively onto your lap and lie there with a scowl until you coax his problem out through his grunts. you ask questions and when you've figured it out, you help him process it

What they wanted to be when they grew up: he thought itd be punk-rock to own his own store. he didnt know what it entailed, but once he was in a independent store with tiedoll and he explained why it wasnt like [insert chain] and when kanda said, "so, basically you're your own boss completely?" and tiedoll nodded he thought.. fuck yea. but what? what type of store, you ask? fuck if he knows or cares

Their favorite kind of weather: summer blue skies with those big, cumulonimbus clouds!

Thoughts on their singing voice: he can sing, and he's good at it, too. he's only shown it once, to prove to allen that "singing's not that hard, dumbass. anyone can do it." he's well aware not everyone can, but he liked gloating when he pulled out an angelic deep timbre in front of the friend group. if he sometimes randomly starts smiling menacingly, just know he's thinking of that memory

How/what they like to draw or doodle: hes the type to just write words in cool fonts or styles. especially swear words LMAO

these were so fun omg,,,,, hes so edgy im sorry but im also really not

send me a character and ill fill out these headcanons

[kandasdog]

Minors don’t interact ewwwww.

Hear me out… HEAR ME OUT‼️‼️‼️

Kanda is an A$$ GUY. Imagine him slapping your ass and when you are in pure shock because of his out of character gesture, he pretends you were on his way and blah blah. BUT HE SMIRKS WHEN YOU ARE NOT LOOKING, THE MDF IS A DEVIL, HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING‼️

Also Kanda eating ass— just suggesting , JUST SUGGESTING!!!!! Your ass is up (ass up babygirl *bites lower lip and bleeds rivers*) your back is arched and he does it from behind, maybe a kitchen counter— AGAIN JUST SUGGESTING! Maybe a small slap here and there as he does that, his facial expression: 😏(face card never declines amen).

Obviously just a silly suggestion (I’m auto-cannibalising myself as I speak, the pain to exist only to have mere thoughts like Kanda, ass slapping and eating. Ohh, there is a burden in thinking, the burden of life).

[bookmansjournal]

hi hello!! i saw ur askbox was open for requests! 🧡✨ how do you think the ot4 would react to/handle a reader whos currently obsessed with a safe food? as an example my current safefood is onigiri (but it can b anything !!) and i eat that a Ton and can get depressed if my rice doesnt turn out right or smth when i cook a new batch! can be humerous too ofc 🥰✨ i hope you have a nice day !!! 🧡 - @alienaiver 🧡✨

You probably meant OT4 at just the main four but you know, I like the idea of a chaotic OT5 with them and Reader. It would be as disastrous as it was loving.

With how Allen eats, he doesn’t notice nor understand the idea of a safe food since he just inhales everything. Honestly you’d have to explain why a dish meant so much to you for him to get it

He likes to bring you whatever it may be when you’re busy so he can make sure you’re eating. He also likes to use it to cheer you up.

God bless him, he’s tried to make it for you himself but it just turned out horrifically awful. An absolute disaster. He refuses to let you even try it so he doesn’t risk upsetting you or ruining the food for you altogether.

He makes sure never to order whatever it is for himself because he’d just feel awful if there wasn’t any left afterwards for you to eat. He’s sure it must be tasty if it’s making you smile like that, he doesn’t need to try it—unless you insist, in which case, how can he say no?

Yeah Kanda isn’t going to notice anything either. If on some odd chance he does, he chalks it up to you being a picky eater maybe, like he is with soba. Needless to say, with this mentality, you can trust him with your food to not steal any, but you can’t trust him to understand when it makes you upset.

And god does he not get it when you’re upset because of your food. He unintentionally may come across as insensitive when he bluntly asks you what’s the matter when you’re sulking at a meal. Patience is a virtue and you’re gonna need it with him when you explain how your safe food is just important to you.

While outwardly he just shrugs it off, you do notice him offering you lunch boxes as peace offerings when you’re in a bad mood—regardless if he was the cause. He’s not good with communicating, so this act of service is a god send for the relationship in an odd way.

You can offer to show him how to make it if you want an excuse to spend time with him but he’s going to suck at whatever you ask him to do. Chop something? More like obliterates it. Stir it together? Well now it’s mostly on the counter and floor. He’s frustrated but he enjoys your company, so it’s a win-lose situation.

“Does it really taste that good? Give me a bite, I wanna try it~” He thinks he’s being cheeky, not realizing he’s kind of being insensitive by making light of it or by trying to take some of it from you. Apologizes with nuzzles and offering to feed you.

Like it or not, he memorizes everything about you, even the tiniest details. When it comes to you, everything is Important Information, and Important Information does not get buried or forgotten, both because of his photographic memory and also because he knows how beneficial the information can be. Like when he orders an extra side of whatever your safe food is just to make sure you get your fill of it.

Unknowingly can be a bit obnoxious at times with pestering you about how it tastes or how it compares to other places or people who make it. Sometimes he even tries to offer alternative dishes to try. It comes from a good place, he’s just getting used to being open and genuine about his love and he can fumble the ball from time to time.

Regardless of what he says or does, he always has a loving smile on his face while he watches you eat. Seeing you light up over something that seems so small and inconsequential really makes his day, especially if he was the one to gift it to you.

Lenalee definitely noticed and understood to some degree the importance of your safe food to you, and she quietly tucked that information away for safe keeping and didn’t bring it up. No need to make a production out of it, after all.

Her primary love language is acts of service because she likes the feeling she gets when she helps people, so of course she learns to make whatever your safe food is just for you. Though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t prefer making it with you, her other love language being quality time.

Your food is safe with her! No gluttonous heathens can vacuum up your food in their black holes of a stomach (ahem, ALLEN) if you happen to be sharing a table. She also won’t stand for anyone giving you hell about it. If Kanda can eat his Soba and Alma can eat his mayo and Krory can eat his akuma—er, well, you know what she means!—then you can eat whatever you damn well please.

Honestly she probably developed a taste for whatever it is as well. Since it was something special to you that you felt like you could share with her, she holds a special place for it in her heart. Of course she’d never take from your plate, but she likes those meals spent sharing your special dish in a peaceful, loving atmosphere.

[kandasdog]

Okay, okay so imagine me like this: in a desert, there is even a sandstorm (cuz I like being dramatic and shiii) and I'm dying of thirst. This post is actually the oasis I was looking for. When I’m on my death bed, y’all better bring this piece of art for me to read it in my last minutes of living, I will even negotiate with death for extra time — don’t even need to do that actually, we will be reading it together as we have tears in our eyes like in a family movie. I’m about to do even a powerpoint about this. I’m ascending. The world is healing, there is hope! 🙏🤲God might exist🙏🤲, flowers are blooming, I see myself having a family in the future and a good income. I feel motivated to live again.

If this has 100 million fans, I’m one of them. If this has 10 fans, I’m one of them. If this has 0 fans IT MEANS I DIED IN A BRUTAL CAR ACCIDENT IN MISSISSIPPI!!!!!

Do you write nsfw? If you do could you write something about kanda and his s.o’s first time?

NOTE: spoke with requester, as per their request, this will be Kanda x Female reader

Do I write NSFW? Do I breathe air??? ? I freakin’ love writing smut. But I especially love writing Kanda smut. I have a LOT of headcanons when it comes to sexually-active Kanda. You have no idea what kind of Pandora’s box you’ve opened by requesting this!! xD All jokes aside, I hope you enjoy!! Also, I want to apologize for this taking forever. It was a hectic fews week.

WARNING: lemony goodness is ahead.

Venice's festival looked like a lot of fun from the window from the Inn. The sun was low overhead as it began its descent into darkness for the evening but that did not stop the raging civilians with their music and their dancing and their drinking. The motley crew of Exorcists that made up your team for this mission had been invited to attend. For Kanda, as expected, it had been a resounding "no". You claimed exhaustion from your travels and battles as explanation for your much more polite "no thank you". Lavi and Allen had accepted the invitation, though they hadn't spared the wiggling eyebrows and cocky smirks and knowing eyes before they left.

You had gone straight to the room the swordsman shared with the other boys. Why wouldn't you have? When was the last time you had had the chance to be truly alone with the man you had found yourself captivated by? No other Exorcists or Order personnel or akuma present to interrupt you. Just you and Kanda.

And that was how you had found yourself straddling Kanda’s legs as the pair of you sat on his bed. 

His lips were against yours, his tongue in an exotic dance with your own. Both of you had discarded your shirts at some point, leaving his chest bare for your hands to gingerly explore. His hands grazed up and down your sides, the tips of his fingers an intermittent bare whisper against the underside of your breasts. You could feel the hardened length in his pants pressing into your lower abdomen and it made some liquid heat pool deep within your core.

This was the furthest you had ever gotten, and if he was interested, you fully intended to take it as far as you could tonight with him.

“Kanda.” You panted against his lips before pulling your head back. When you opened your eyes, you found his to be open and watching you. You unconsciously bit your lip at the sight before you; Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist to the stars, with a faint blush and a darkness glazed over his eyes. 

You were sure that it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

“Do you want to…?” Your voice trailed off and your eyes lowered. 

“Do you?” He asked, his voice huskier than usual. 

You nodded. 

Through your lashes, you saw his blush deepen into a shining ruby. “I don’t know...I’ve never…” He was speaking more slowly than you were used to, like he was struggling with what to say. He looked as though he were completely embarrassed.

You couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter that built in your chest and spilled past your lips. 

But the laughter died immediately when you saw the way his eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into a scowl.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He growled and pushed his hands against your shoulders to shove you off of his lap.

You landed back on the bed and as you wiped the tears from your eyes, you saw it. Kanda wasn’t angry, no, the anger was just his mask to what was actually brimming in his eyes: hurt and shame.

“I’m not laughing at you, idiot.” You climbed back up and re-positioned yourself into his lap, pressing your chest against his, batting away his hands when he tried to shove you again. “I’m laughing because I don’t know what the Hell I’m doing either.” When his eyes widened just a fraction, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “But if you want, I’m happy to try to figure it out with you. Together.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled, but he leaned forward to kiss you again. This time, you reached your hands up to the tie in his hair and undid it, letting your fingers revel in the silky tresses that now fell freely down his back like spilled ink.

He was impatient, but then again, when wasn’t he? Kanda moved his lithe frame to twist you both around before pushing you so that you were lying flat on your back. He rested on his knees and elbows above you.

His hand was grazing your side and resting against the side of your breast. When he pulled his head back, you nodded to him.

With a deft hand, he undid the wrap you kept around your chest. The cool breeze of the room hit the freshly exposed skin and your gasp was soft. 

Kanda sat back, resting his bottom on his heels as he looked over your body then. Huh. Lavi and some of the others had always been excited about seeing beautiful women, especially their breasts. He could hear the idiot yelling, “Strike!~” now just thinking of it. He had never entirely understood the excitement; he was able to recognize when people were attractive, but it wasn’t something he had ever been interested in before.

But seeing you below him, skin lightly flushed, pert breasts exposed, he understood it now.

His pants were suddenly, feeling very, very tight.

You murmured his name, snapping him from his daze, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips before his own began to wander, first running along your jaw and then down the smooth column of your throat. Your breath hitched in anticipation. 

Kanda had no real idea what he was doing, or what he was supposed to do, so he let his body move itself on blind instinct. He found him presently surprised when it seemed to be working. When his lips found the rosy tips of your breasts, lightning bolts of pleasure speared themselves into his core at the found of you moaning his name.

His tongue lapped gingerly at one nipple while he brought fingers to fiddle with the other. Your back arched of its own volition, pushing you closer to him. The pleasure was a heady intoxication. 

When you moaned his name he let his mouth work its way back up to your lips. You returned the kiss with more fervor than either of you had ever felt. You ran your fingertips along the line of his waistband and you felt him shudder under your touch. Emboldened by his reaction, you began to fumble with the buckle of his belt. You're brows furrowed and you lost your rhythm in the kiss when your fingers couldn't get it undone.

Kanda pulled back and sat up so that he still leaned over you some but could still balance enough that he didn't topple over on top of you. And you were hit with a rare sight then: Kanda was smiling. Well, smiling wasn't the right word. He was smirking. You'd only ever caught him pulling his lips like that in the heat of battle. Now he was doing it for you. Though you hadn't thought it possible, the realization made your heart beat even faster in your chest.

With his belt undid he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He shimmied off of the bed and you sat up, biting down on your bottom lip in anticipation. 

Kanda slid his pants down and kicked them off haphazardly. That's when you became aware that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Nothing.

Catching your widened eyes, Kanda's face flushed. "Lavi took them." He muttered.

It took a few seconds for your brain to understand what he had said. When it did, your head fell back as a laugh escaped your lips. "Well," you smiled at him then, feeling heat pool in your belly when you let your eyes roam over Kanda’s naked form. "I guess I owe Lavi my eternal gratitude."

You had always known that Kanda was good-looking; everybody did. He had the prettiest face and the most beautiful hair and you knew that he was fit and trim and just the right amount of muscular. You had seen him shirtless enough to know this. Even clothed, while his clothing was never too tight, it had always been tailored just right to let you know. 

But seeing him fully nude left your mouth dry. His body...it looked like God had descended from Heaven to sculpt it with the finest marble. It was so smooth and lithe and fit and wow, it was distracting. You could spend the rest of the night just staring at it.

But you were on a mission here, so you forced yourself to stay focused on the task at hand. 

"Kanda." You murmured then, surprised by how husky your own voice had gone. "Come here." You held out your hand to him and he took it and came back up to the bed. He leaned forward and gave your lips a chaste kiss before he brought his deft fingers to the button of your pants. You felt your nerves hum with some delirious combination of anxiety and excitement. Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist extraordinaire, was taking your pants off to have sex with you. You were the luckiest girl in the world.

He tossed your pants just as haphazardly as he had his own, and you didn't have a chance to complain about the cool air hitting the smooth skin of your legs before he was on top of you again. His lips were at your throat and you moaned and tilted your head to give him more access.

When his fingers began to fiddle with one of your nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath as pleasure shot straight into your spine. Feeling daring, you let one of your hands wander over the smooth expanse of his chest and then grazed your fingers down his abdomen. He squirmed and grunted at that and both of your eyes widened in sync. His face went red once more at your laughter. Yu Kanda was ticklish. Neither of you had seen that coming.

Kanda pinched your nipple a little harder right as he bit into your throat, not hard enough to break skin, but not gentle enough that it didn't hurt. 

At your gasp, he lifted his head so that his darkened eyes were hot on yours. "Don't. Laugh." He grit out.

You only smiled at that. Even in the midst of losing his virginity, Kanda was just so Kanda that it made a warmth blossom in your chest. You ignored his glare and let your hand venture further down until it wrapped around the shaft of his hardened cock. He let out a strangled gasp at your touch and buried his head into the crook of your neck. "[Y/n]...." He murmured.

You began to move your hand. He hissed and placed his hand over yours and pried your fingers to loosen your grip a little. "Like this." He mumbled, face red and very obviously avoiding your gaze as he guided your hand into stroking him properly.

You could feel that his breathing had gone heavy against you and if you were reading it correctly, it sounded like he was fighting back moans that were trying to escape his lips with your ministrations. 

"Should I…?" His hips were involuntarily beginning to buck in your hold and his hand had wandered down to the line of your panties.

Seeing Kanda slowly becoming undone was, without a doubt, the most exotic thing you had ever seen. "Please." You moaned the word out and if you hadn't been so overwhelmed, you might have been surprised by how absolutely wanton you sounded.

He brought his lips to yours and once again, it fell apart almost immediately, becoming little more than teeth and tongue. He let an index finger run down your slit over your panties and you gasped into his mouth, your hips bucking up into his reflexively. Emboldened by your response, he let his hand dip down into your panties then. He ran his finger down your slit, with no fabric to buffer it this time, and Kanda moaned into the kiss when he felt how wet you were.

"K-Kanda." You stammered against his lips. You had no idea what exactly it was you wanted, you just knew, more.

He stroked you a few more times before he slowly pushed a finger in. Your back arched at that. The hand on his cock faltered and the hand you had wrapped around his bicep tightened, leaving crescent indents in his skin.

He pulled back and your eyes met. It took you a second, but you realized then he was asking for guidance. 

"L-Like this." You blushed and the hand on his arm moved to go over his, like he had done for you earlier. You weren't a hundred percent sure what he was supposed to do, but you had explored yourself enough in the past to have a basic idea.

You guided his hand so that it thrust his finger in and out. Your breath came out ragged at the sensation. Kanda's hand felt a lot different than your own. 

When you let go of his hand, he went to continue the movements, but his hand had slipped just the slightest and his thumb brushed across you in exactly the right spot. Your hips bucked hard at that and you whimpered his name.

You vaguely saw him blink at that. He had no idea what had happened. When you asked him to do that again, he did so and smirked when you had the exact same response.

His thumb rubbed over your clit in small circles while he fucked you with his finger and you felt pleasure beginning to coil itself tightly in your core. When he pushed another finger in, and then eventually a third, his name became a mantra on your lips. 

His breathing had also gone ragged and his hips were thrusting his cock into your hands just as desperately as yours were.

"Kanda, please." It came out as a whine and you didn't care. "I want you." You breathed out. 

He withdrew his fingers and despite your request for him to do so, you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He positioned himself all the way over you, balancing himself on his knees and forearms over you. His lips met yours in desperation and your hands wound like vices into his hair. Your heart was pounding like that of a wild animal's in your chest with the knowledge of what was coming.

Kanda must have sensed this and forced himself to slow down. His lips and tongue began to move more languidly with yours, moving more like a lazy cat stretching than the wild tiger that had been there only moments ago. He rested an open palm against your cheek and you felt his hand shake ever so lightly, a reminder that he was nervous as well. It was the reassurance you needed and honestly, seeing Kanda nervous about sex was kind of adorable, though you wouldn't say it aloud or else you knew he'd be penetrating you with his other sword as a result, and that would be a lot less fun.

"Please, Kanda." You murmured against his lips.

He lined himself up and began to push in slowly. His body shook with the effort it was taking to restrain himself from slamming his hips forward because holy fuck he had not been prepared for it to feel this good. Kanda understood logically that sex was supposed to feel good, but actually having your hot, wet body clamping down on his cock was an entirely new sensation he never could have dreamed of. "Fuck." He murmured against your lips before drawing back on shaking arms to study you, to check for any signs of discomfort.

You took a deep breath. Though it wasn't as bad as the rumors had told you it would be, there was obvious discomfort. You had never been stretched this much or so filled to the brim. It was a strange feeling and more uncomfortable than it was painful. You looked up at Kanda and felt your heart flutter; he was watching you intently through heavy lids, his teeth were grit with the strain that staying still was wracking on his body. On the outside, Kanda was cold and aloof and impassive to all those he encountered. On the inside, he wasn't much different. But right this moment, you were seeing a very small part of him that you doubted anybody had ever seen before: a caring, loving side. 

That awareness was all the motivation you needed. You murmured his name then and bucked your hips into his as if to say "it's okay, go ahead" which only resulted in his eyes going comically wide and a strangled gasp leaving his mouth. At your smile he shook his head and brought his lips to your throat and slowly began to cant his hips. His lips, which had been smooth and graceful before were now discordant and messy and he ended up biting down a lot more than he meant to, something that, to your surprise you quite enjoyed. 

It didn't take very long for the discomfort to give way to pleasure. While it had originally been strange to be so filled with Kanda, you quickly found yourself liking the feeling. Everything about him was overwhelming it this instant; the scent of him: plain soap with a hint of fresh cut herbs that you knew was just him, the feeling of him biting onto your neck and shoulder and then immediately soothing the wounds with his tongue and lips, the way his hair fell around the two of you like a midnight’s sky curtain and was soft and smooth against your arms, and most importantly, his cock smoothly gliding in and out of you.

"Faster." You requested in a moan.

"Thank God." He muttered and you threw your head back as some noise that was a combination of a laugh and a moan spilled from your lips. And you were pleased to find that he was serious in his delight because he immediately pulled out almost all the way and then slammed himself back into the hilt, resulting in the coil of pleasure in your belly to begin to compress once more.

His hips moved faster now and his lips were erratic and everywhere. You found that you liked it best when he nestled his head next to yours and nipped sloppily at your ear. While he wasn't particularly vocal in bed, a fact that came as no surprise to you, his breathing was coming out in pants with the occasional groan and it sent chills up your spine.

He reached an arm down and hooked it under your knee and brought your leg up until it rested over his shoulder. The changed angle had him ramming into a spot you didn’t even know existed and it was so good you didn’t know how you didn’t fall apart immediately.

You didn't notice immediately how hard your nails were raking into the skin of his back and if he noticed, he wasn't saying anything. 

You did your best to move your hips in time with his but he was quickly beginning to lose himself and his thrusts came so quickly you couldn't keep up.

"Come." Sensing that you were close, he growled the word into your ear. Kanda had always been on the bossier side, something that usually annoyed you, but this command sent a shiver up your spine and you were helpless to do anything but comply.

The coil that had been compressing itself in your lower abdomen exploded, leaving you with stars in your eyes and a cry of his name from your lips as your orgasm speared through you.

His lips met yours and once again the kiss was sloppy and messy and desperate as the clenching from your orgasm threw Kanda over the ledge to soar with you. His hips stilled then, with his cock buried to the hilt, as he spilled his orgasm into you.

He collapsed on you then, and thanks to the daze that graced you, his weight wasn’t bothersome. In fact, you could probably be comfortable lying under him forever like this, you decided. With him lying against you like this, you could feel that his chest was heaving and his heart was also going so fast that it was a wonder it didn’t burst, in the exact same ways that yours was.

“Hey Kanda?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his hair gently.

When you only got a grunt for a response, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I have a serious question. Well, two of them.”

He let his head lull to the side against your shoulder then so he could eye you. He narrowed his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and his eyes themselves appeared to be glazed. 

“You didn’t use protection.”

Kanda thought for a moment and then lazily shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think I can have kids.” He answered softly but then his brows furrowed as he went deep into thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. Fuck.” Then he grimaced. “I should probably talk to Komui. I’m going to regret it.”

You laughed and kissed his forehead. “We can talk to him together?” 

“That might be worse.” 

“Probably, but still, I’ll suffer with you. It’s only fair.”

“Fine. Next question?” He stifled a yawn before pulling himself out of you and rolling onto his side next to you.

You involuntarily whimpered at the sudden emptiness and he smirked. “So you know how you heal super fast and stuff?”

He raised a brow. He rolled his shoulders where they burned from your nails, though the marks were already fading. 

“How’s your stamina?”

“Exceptional. Again, why?”

You rolled over until you were on top of him. “Because I’d like to go for round two if you’re up for it.”

He shifted his hips and you felt his hardened cock against your core. Your eyes widened and your head fell back with a laugh.

♡♡♡

Allen had Lavi’s arm slung over his shoulder as he led him up the stairs. The redhead had had entirely too much to drink. Not so much that he was losing consciousness, but just enough that he struggled to stay upright on his own and his words came out slurred and just the smallest bit garbled.

When they entered their room, Allen was quick to drop Lavi into his bed. 

Allen was changing into his night clothing when he noticed Lavi squinting at Kanda’s bed with his emerald of an eye. “What is it?” He murmured, keeping his voice low.

“Is it me, or like, are there two Kandas?” He held his fingers up in front of his face to see if those were duplicated as well.

Allen looked and found that there was, thank God, only one Kanda.

But he wasn't alone in his bed.

You were wrapped like an octopus around him, the two of you happily and peacefully.

“It’s [Y/n].” Allen muttered, trying to keep his jaw from dropping.

“‘Bout damn time.” Lavi murmured with a playful grin before falling back into his bed, fully dressed, and going to sleep for the night.

NOTE: I hope this isn’t too long!!! I had trouble keeping this short. I hope it’s okay!!!

[keulixeutin]

Acquiescence

a/n: this is super old, now revamped.  i was just thinking about it and thought i’d clean it up and send it back out into the world.  i would absolutely not count on me to write any dgm right now; that requires an entire reread since it’s been a while lmaoo.

summary: kanda can’t sleep, so he opts for the back-up plan he swore he’d never use. kanda x gn!reader 

cw: light fluff if you squint lol, some skin touching skin. nightmares, comfort. gn!reader, gender neutral pronouns used.

wc: 955.

Kanda shoots up out of the bed.  Sweat clings to the back of his neck and edges of his forehead.  He sweeps his hair off to one side of his shoulder to try and dry his skin, and then he pulls his knee close and rests his head against it, catching his breath.  His heart is loud—embarrassingly so, considering it was just a nightmare.  His reality as an exorcist is worse than whatever his brain can conjure up in sleep.

Or maybe, his brain didn’t conjure up false images.  Perhaps, it was a memory.  It certainly felt…familiar.  Or maybe it’s just a reoccurring dream.  He doesn’t know.

Kanda sighs, groaning internally.  H knows from past experience that he’s either staying up all night, tossing and turning, or jerking away every time he falls too deep asleep.

A thought strikes him then—a voice.  Your voice.  

Plan B.

—No, fuck that.  He’s not doing that.  His pride is strong and it’s late in the night.  Plan B is simply out of the question, he tells himself.

He lays back down.  He’ll just have to tough it out, he thinks.

However, just as he expected, he spends the next thirty minutes shifting and twisting his body in various positions.  His body sinks into the sheets in exhaustion, but sleep feels so far out of reach.  He has just come back from a three-week long mission; the fatigue has been building, and this is supposed to be his first night where he gets more than four hours of sleep, and yet here he is, eye-bags burning in the dark.

When another minute ticks by without any sign of sleep, he rolls over to face the wall and growls irritably.

 Plan B, he hears you say again.

He doesn’t even know why it’s called Plan B.  It should be Plan Z, because the next step should be banging his head against the walls until unconsciousness. 

With a soft snarl at himself and the universe, Kanda swings his legs over the bed.  He grabs a thin shirt form the chair and slips it over his head.  The cool air hits him quickly when he opens the door and steps out.  The hallway is lit with candles and torches; large and ominous shadows dance along the stone beside him as he steps toward your room.  

When he hears a noise, he pauses, tense, but it’s just the machinery and loud groans from the Science Department.  Nothing else but the flickering flames moves in the halls, just the way he likes it—the last thing Kanda wants to do is explain why it is he’s outside his room in slippers and sleeping clothes.

He picks up speed, taking a left, then a right, and another left.  The memory is strong, even though he’s only been there once.

Soon, before he could talk himself out of it, he’s in front of your door, hand hovering over the wood in hesitation.  He tries the handle—it’s unlocked.  He doesn’t bothering knocking.

You aren’t awake, but the sound of your door opening, however soft it is, pulls you from your sleep.  You shift through sleepy sands, back to reality, and push up on your elbows.  Lit gently by the glow of faint flames, Kanda stands in your entrance, hair undone around him, sweat beads along his temple, and eyes glued to the wall right behind you.

“Plan B?” you ask, yawning.

He grunts.

You pull back the blanket and pat the spot beside you.  “Come on,” you say.

He should go back, he thinks.  He shouldn’t be here.  Over a nightmare?  A stupid dream?  A—

“Hurry up,” you say, interrupting his thoughts.

He swallows his pride and then closes the door behind him.  The first step is hard, but the second is easier.  Before he knows it, he’s at your beside and sipping in beside you.  Your body heat immediately greets him; he pulls his shirt off and throws it on your floor to balance the new warmth.  You turn your back to him and face the wall, eyes closing quickly.

He’s suddenly doubting his decision, feeling uncomfortable and unsure and embarrassed.  Plan B is stupid.  A terrible, awful, idiotic idea.  How is this going to help him get any sleep?  How are you going to keep the nightmares—the memories—away?

Suddenly, you reach behind yourself and grab his wrist.  You pull him closer and lay his arm around you, placing his hand on the peek of your skin below the hem of your shirt.

Kanda’s stiff, but he hears you say, “Relax.  Never know until you try.”

“Shut up,” he mutters.  He doesn’t need you to tell him that, he thinks irritably, but the annoyance is just hiding the frustration and fluster.

“Relax,” you whisper.  He thinks you’ve fallen asleep immediately after, and all he wants to do know is follow you in those peaceful shadows.

Kanda closes his eyes and forces his body to unwind and soften.  He tilts his head toward your smooth neck, breathing in your scent of soap and tea.  The hand at your stomach slips an inch under your shirt, pressing against your beauty marks and battle scars.  He hears you sigh serenely.  You reach back and tug on his hair gently; his dark locks spill around the two of you.

He sighs into your skin and finally—finally—falls asleep.

And he dreams.

He dreams of you; he’s sure of it, but he can’t quite remember.

In the morning, though, when you roll over and grin groggily at him, his hair twirled around your fingers like a question and his hand on your waist like the answer, he thinks maybe it was something like this.

[ihaveblackwings]

Hi hi! U are amazing btw, I’m happy to see more dgm stuff here <3

How would the main 3 react if their s/o is being cat called? Sadly I get cat called a lot ( just like most women ) and uhm, I guess I send this because of my need to feel protected? I guess? I rlly don’t know how to explain I’m so sorry aaa.

Anyways I wish u a good day! Can’t wait to see more of ur works!

You don’t need to apologize. I’m just sorry that this keeps happening to you sweetie. I hope this makes you feel better. 💙

Allen

He’s a little stunned at first, confused to if he actually just heard that. But he wastes no time pulling you safely in the opposite direction of the cat caller, essentially putting himself between the two of you.

Allen is a true gentleman, he’s yelling at the cat caller, saying you don’t treat people like that, and ready to throw hands. He’s learned a lot from Cross and disrespecting women isn’t one of them. He’s truly upset by the situation.

You’ll most likely have to pull him away and tell him you just want to leave. One look at you though is enough to pull Allen to his senses. His whole face softens at the sight of you. He’ll grab your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and pull you along to your favorite spot.

Kanda

He’s annoyed that this is happening but thinks the best solution is to ignore the cat caller. Kanda does notice the effect their words have on you. He’ll place his arm around your shaking figure and whisper to you to not to let them get to you. However, if you give him a look, Kanda won’t hesitate to pull his sword on them.

Once you’re far enough away from the situation, Kanda will ask you if you’re alright. Upon seeing that you are clearly not, he’ll take you home.

At home, Kanda will make you some tea to help you relax. He’ll grumble about how he should have shredded them while he sits down with you pulled into his arms.

Lavi

Lavi notices them before you do, the predatory like stare and the sly smirk. He’s seen how this plays out and he hates it a little more each time.

As the cat caller approaches, words ready on their tongue, Lavi pulls you into his chest. You’re a bit confused. He’s got one hand on your waist and the other over your ear while the other ear is pressed into his jacket. It’s all muffled so you can’t really hear what’s being said. However, you can feel the booming in Lavi’s chest and you know he’s not happy.

It’s hard to tell but you catch it out of the corner of your eye, someone walking away and Lavi relaxes. You ask him what’s going on but he just smiles and says it’s nothing.

[pinkisthenewangst]

°`🍨: D.Gray-Man x GN! Reader

°`🍨: You realize that Kanda never loved you

After three years in the Black Order, you should feel at home. After all, they were like a family, but something didn’t feel right for a long time now. If you look around, you’ll notice how glances lingered on you but they weren‘t glances you would give a family member.

At the moment, you were sitting at a table in the cafeteria to enjoy your breakfast, but today you couldn’t get a bite down. There was a knot in your throat and your stomach turned. You bite your lower lip while you brought your tray back to Jerry. You’re apologetic. As you leave the cafeteria, you notice those looks that burned themself in your back. You weren’t as strong as Kanda, Lavi, Allen or Lenalee, but you’re trying your best. No one really saw how hard you work to become stronger to protect the people of the Black Order and, of course, the innocent people threatened by the Earl.

You shaked your head and lifted your head. You still had to talk to Komui about the next mission. With both hands, you hit both cheeks before making your way to Komui��s office. This mission is not meant to be a long one, nor a difficult one, which is why you should do it on your own. Although you would like to have the company of another exorcist, you will survive the time on your own. After all, there is also a finder with you, which is why you hope that he will have conversations with you.

As you walk to the office, you grab the bracelet around your right wrist. You got this one from Kanda. Although he handed it over with a serious face, you could remember exactly how red his cheeks were. That memory brought a smile to your face. You looked out the window and stopped. Right now, Kanda was on a mission with the others, which is why you won’t see him again until after your mission. It was exhausting not seeing him for a long time, but you knew what you were getting into when you confessed your love to him. No one knows how you managed to get him to return your love, but you don’t want to question it. You’re happy with the current situation.

You stood in front of the office door and raised your hand to knock but what you could hear made you tilt your head in confusion. “Are you pretty sure we should do this?”, you heard Reever’s voice. Slowly, you took a step closer to the door and lied your on ear on the door to be able to follow the conversation better. You could hear a loud sigh and someone getting up from their chair. You assumed it was Komui. He then started talking: “It’s a tough decision, but it would really be best to let her go.” “But at the moment we need every person that can fight against the Earl”, Reever replied. Once again, all you hear is a loud sigh. “I know that’s why the decision is so hard but Y/N would only hurt us more.”

Your breath stopped. You could hear your heart ringing loudly in your ears as you stared shocked at the door. You knew you weren’t the strongest person in the Black Order, but you didn’t know what a burden you were after all. Your hand was shaking, but now there was no turning back. Inside, you hope you heard the wrong name, but the same words kept ringing in your head. You took deep breaths to calm down. Slowly, you knocked on the door and walked in. Inside, you put on a smile while holding your other hand behind your back with one hand. They shouldn’t know you’ve been overhearing them.

After the conversation, you were almost running through the hallways. Your heart started beating faster again. It rang in your ears, but also the world turned before your eyes. Your eyes started to sting and in your room you had to take deep breaths. You leaned against the wooden door and slowly slided down. It all seemed like a terrible nightmare, but you knew how real this moment was. Desperately, you put your head on your knees. How much you longed for Kanda’s closeness. Alone in the quiet, too many thoughts are rushing through your head. But slowly it dawned on you. Those cold glances came because of your weakness. They must have been wondering all the time how Komui still allowed such a weak exorcist to roam the Black Order. Your thoughts went to Kanda. What if he felt the same way ? Was that really love he feels for you or is it pity ? You looked up when you heard someone knocking on the door. You breathed sharply the air in, hoping no one would hear you, even if you could swear that everyone nearby could hear your loud heartbeat.

What you heard now not only broke your heart but destroyed your world even more. "She doesn't seem to be there, luckily," you recognised Lavi's voice. At first you wondered why he was there again but you couldn't help biting your lower lip as you repeated his sentence again in your head. You could now hear Kanda's voice: "I hate to agree with you but that's the way it is". You could clearly hear relief in his voice. "I'm tired of pretending to feel something for this person because of the Black Order," every word he spoke stung your heart like he was throwing knives at it. You could hear the footsteps moving away and you threw your body onto your bed. You pressed your face into the pillow until it was soaked with your tears.

The next day you were back at the same table as the day before. This time you held only a glass of water in your hands. You stared silently at the wall while your eyes felt heavy. The whole night you couldn't sleep because you had to process what you had heard the day before. You were clearly not wanted in this family. With a heavy heart you got up, took all your luggage and left the building early in the morning without saying goodbye. All you did was looking at the building one last time before heading to the station. Without knowing it, Kanda and the others were standing outside your room. They had asked where you were last night. When Komui said that you hadn't left the Black Order yet, they searched the whole building for you. Hoping to find you now, they opened your door after knocking, but your room was pitch black. "Oh man, the room looks abandoned, someone should turn on the lights!" said Lenalee as she looked over the shoulders of the boys. Allen turned on the light and all four of them stopped moving on the spot. The room was really empty.

You looked out of the window on the train. Hot tears fell on your lap. You took one last deep breath before the train derailed and took you your life. That same day, Komui arrived with Kanda, Lenalee, Allen and Lavi at the town where the bodies of the victims of the derailment were brought. With permission, they looked at each body to make sure you were not one of them. Relieved, the young men exhaled when they couldn't find you, but beside them Lenalee collapsed. She was on her knees sobbing loudly and shaking her head. At that moment, two men came into the room with another stretcher. There was an arm hanging out, wearing exactly the same bracelet you and Kanda have.

°`🍨: My first D.Gray-man story ! I hope you liked it :D !

°`🍨: REQUESTS ARE OPEN !

[white-shadow25]

Pleease Main 4 + link domestic headcanons

OMG!! This took me so long!! Seriously, this request came to me last year ಥ‿ಥ

I'm so sorry!! o(╥﹏╥)o

I can only hope that the wait was worth it, even a little. Aaaaah~ Really, I hope you enjoy this nonny~

Lenalee Lee

»She is the first to wake up. Being an early riser was something that she developed along with her habit of bringing coffee to the scientific division.

»She is the one who prepares breakfast.

»Lenalee is a good cook. Her strength is desserts, definitely.

»This good girl is going to bed ridiculously early. Advice from the wise, do not wake her up.

»She sings in the shower and has a really pretty voice. But don't mention it to her. She only does it because she thinks she can't be heard.

»Lenalee is quite clean and tidy. And you better keep things like that. I have a slight suspicion that she doesn't like it messy.

»She is quite versatile at bedtime. Whether she's the big spoon or the small spoon depends on her mood.

»There are days when she doesn't feel like doing anything and to kill time, she takes bubbles bath.

Allen

»He has a light sleep and an early morning appetite. He usually wakes up at strange times to eat.

»He knows how to cook, and actually, he can do it very well!! On more than one occasion he was able to surprise his s/o with a homemade dinner. Therefore, if his s/o doesn't enjoy cooking, he will do it without problems.

»He bathes every day in the morning.

»He may be a little messy with his things. Just a little bit.

»For this reason, he orders often but he's simply unable to keep his space clean.

»On cold/rainy days, he will make chocolate and try to convince his s/o to read something for him while they cuddle in bed. Or they can also play cards.

»When it's hot, he throws himself on the floor wearing only his underwear and fills the fridge with ice cream.

»At bedtime, he's the small spoon, but he probably will be the big spoon when he woke up.

Lavi

»Like Lenalee, he's the first in wake up. I think that because of his bookman job he wakes up at unreasonable hours. Like About 4 a.m. or something close to that.

»He's far from being the best cook. He can do easy things though. But, in your place, I wouldn't leave him alone in the kitchen.

»Make up for the fact that he doesn't know how to cook by doing the rest of the chores. Although he often complains.

»His space is a M E S S. Seriously. There are books everywhere and cups of coffee/tea that have been there only God knows how long.

»He bathes once every two days. Except but summer when he takes showers every day.

»Every time he takes a bath he will be in the bathroom for about two hours.

»He definitely would read to his s/o before sleeping if they ask him to.

»He's big spoon material, but he has no preference! Lavi would adjust to his s/o wishes.

Kanda Yuu

»He wakes up every day at the same time without the need for the alarm. Seriously, the moment the clock strikes at 8 o'clock he opens his eyes.

»He can easily make simple recipes but unfortunately he doesn't have what it takes to cook elaborate dishes.

»Prepare tea for him and his s/o before bedtime.

»He showers every day before going to sleep and takes no more than 20 minutes.

»He's tidy and can keep his area neat for weeks.

»No one knows this, but he has a lot of flowering plants and bushes. For your sake, don't touch them unless he asks you to.

»He will never admit it, but he likes when his s/o read/sing for him.

»He's not a big fan of sleeping hugged, but if his s/o wants to rest in his chest, he wouldn't object.

Howard Link

»I will not say that he wakes up at 4 a.m. but definitely the type of guy that woke up before 6 a.m. He is cautious to not wake his s/o when he gets out of bed.

»He will take breakfast to his s/o whenever he has the opportunity and will try to save space to be able to eat with them.

»I don't think it's necessary to say this, but he's a great cook. He cooks, and his s/o cleans. The perfect couple.

»He's also very clean and tidy. I want to believe that he has an allergy, to dust or something, so he's forced to keep his space constantly clean. Please, don't be messy. He may get in a bad mood.

»Take quick showers in the morning and long baths before dinner (He doesn't necessarily do both the same day, although he would like to).

»He likes to read and bake, so there is a lot of that on his days off.

»Probably on especially cold days, snuggle up with his s/o to read. However, his s/o has to insist.

»This man is workaholic. If it wasn't for his s/o reminding him that he has to sleep, he would keep awake working.

»He likes to sleep with his head on his s/o's chest to listen to their heartbeat. It helps him sleep.

[femmejournal]

dgm quartet + reader with PMDD

PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder) is an endocrine disease that causes intense pms symptoms + depression, anxiety, mood swings, changes in apetite, and many other things, 10 - 14 days before a person's period. I was recently diagnosed and I thought this would be comforting for me bc im kinda struggling with it recently. Do with it what you will.

Brief nsfw mentions for Lavi and Kanda sorry. Its just boobs + sex mentions lol but you know. Tumblr. Just gotta be safe.

Allen

He's really kind about it, but it can be hard for him to be patient with you sometimes when your symptoms start to show.

You get into very hopeless, dire moods and he wants to snap at you when you speak unkindly about yourself. But he restrains himself

Would probably do a bunch of research on it and give suggestions on how to better cope with it, if you don't have a handle on it already.

Hes ready to give you whatever you need tbh. If you need space, he'll leave you be. If you're wanting support, he's there.

There are times when Allen will need a moment to cool down, too, when you're having a hard time. It stresses him out to see you so upset, and he has to walk away sometimes.

Often suggests different food to make you feel better. Will force Link to make it for you

Lenalee

Because it is influenced by stress and trauma, I imagine Lenalee may have PMDD herself. Or, at least knows of it, since everyone in her line of work experiences stress and trauma.

If she doesnt know of it, she researches it, similarly to Allen. But its easier for her to be patient with you than it is for him. That is, unless she experiences it herself.

In that case you two are synced and theres either a lot of crying or a lot of arguing. Or both!

yeah, sorry but two people with pmdd....no. just no

You might be very on and off with her because of it.

If she doesn't have symptoms, though, she takes very good care of you! Makes you tea, exercises with you, lots of cuddles.

There are times when you can be really difficult though and even she would lose her patience sometimes. Not that it would even result in a fight, she'd just drop the subject.

Lavi

Lavi is a walking encyclopedia so he knows what pmdd is and how to treat it. He's actually very good to you about it, and rarely does it ever result in genuine arguments, even when you do have serious mood swings and say the most depressed things he's ever heard very suddenly.

Offers to massage your boobs lol. He's trying to be funny but also knows you're in pain

another one who would exercise with you, but prefers napping together, of course!

Is very good at wrapping you in blankets, holding your face and talking sense into you.

When he can't deal with you though, which is rare, he just avoids talking to you if it gets far enough. He doesn't track your cycle or anything but can tell when you're suffering. The type to shut you out for a while and then act like nothing happened.

Kanda

Uh oh

Like, I was gonna say there's a lot of arguments around the time that you start experiencing symptoms, but. It's just these little (loud, though) spats about you suddenly being the most dramatic depressed person on earth and him getting really pissed when you speak about yourself with so much hate

I was gonna say he'd yell at you, which is probably still true, but genuinely? You could make this man cry. The shit I say when pmdd hits, I think seeing someone he loved like that would upset him deeply. He'd be terrified of you snapping and offing yourself tbh

but, the fights wouldn't last long, I don't think. You just end up crying in his arms lol

He really encourages you to do anything you can to cope because he's scared bro!! He's pushy about it

Will exercise with you. He really pushes this one, because it helps him, too. Will do whatever he can to help you along, if you're kinda weak or inexperienced with exercise

Forces you to eat if you lose your appetite

Doesn't care if it lowers your libido. Even though physical touch of any kind is usually how he expresses his feelings for you, because he sucks with words, he's fine as long as he can cuddle you whenever lol

If you don't have that problem he might try to fuck the self loathing out of you though. Again, he's a very physical guy.

[cherry-writes-stuff]

can i ask for a scenario with kanda yuu like that chapter where he turned back into a kid, and his interaction with his s/o

a/n: something new after 2.5 years wow aren’t you impressed? also, i didn’t proofread so if i have made any mistakes just dm me. anyway ye i hope you like 😌

ah, your head hurt.

never in a million years would you have imagined what transpired the week to actually happen. never.

and yet, here you were, standing in a darkly lit room-or should you say outside of it, and trying to unsuccessfully lure the kid out...no, not the kid. kanda wasn’t really a kid, he just certainly seemed like it and, furthermore, acted like it at the pressing moment. you were starting to lose patience at your boyfriend, and-

well, didn’t that sound wrong in your head right now. your heart shuddered with repugnance. the situation was weird enough on its own without you having to call kanda, a now shrunk male to a small child, your boyfriend. vampires? zombies? yeah, no, haunting demons was more than enough to fill your quota without having to throw those things into the mix.

so, you did what any sensible adult would in your certain predicament, and broke up with the exorcist that was using his room to brandish mugen by slashing and tearing into the decor and walls. kanda was incontrovertibly pissed. you banged your fist on the door, putting as much vigor as you could behind it, once, then twice, then five times, but still no answer, just more incoherent profanities and increased slashes against something.

ah, maybe this time it was the wall.

you haggardly run a hand through your hair, glaring antagonistically at the door. your heart was lit up, with anger, or annoyance, or both. 

“kanda, listen to me-,” another bang from inside the room, “this is just for now, until you go back to being you, and then-,” a crash, “-and then we can go back to cuddling, or something.”

the noises ceased, and then just as suddenly as it had stopped the door was ripped open to reveal a demon midget-yuu, to reveal yuu, in all his small puffed out glory. you would have laughed at the ridiculous and, quite frankly, cute sight if not for the fact that he was holding mugen-bigger in every sense of the word-in his tiny little fist. the storm in his dark eyes churned, his hair down from their usual style and laying flat down his back and sticking on his forehead. he had to take some of the bookman’s clothes, and the difference in style made his image even more facetious.

the grating and adorable glare on his face-which looked more like a pout than anything, was not helping the situation, and soon you found yourself shielding your mouth to smother the laughter that bubbled up.

“what do you mean ‘back to being me’ ? i am me!” he waved mugen exasperatingly in your face.

“well, yes but also, no.”

“oh, I see,” he seethed, small hands trying to push the hair out of the way, “you don’t like shorter guys, is that it?”

you deadpanned at your temporary ex. “yuu, you are a whole child right now.” you squatted down on his lever and gripped mygen delicately, prying it from his chubby hands and down to the floor before patting his head in comfort. “once lavi and bookman return you to your original size, we can go back to being together.”

the kid huffed haughtily, sticking his nose in the air in superiority and crossing his arms over his chest. your words, it seemed, the fuel to the fire that was raging behind his eyes. a silent statement, strikingly annoying and bothersome.

ah. was it his hurt pride, or the fact that you were getting through to him that pissed him off.

“come on, kanda,” you whined. “work with me here.” you tapped his rosy cheek tenderly, “you know this can’t be helped, it’s weird, and it’s making me uncomfortable.” you put up your best persuading put, trying to convey the message with your eyes.

and just like that, it was like your gaze had swept cooling water over his fiery resolve. his small face relaxed and his eyes softened for a mere second. for you, and only for you. 

you giggled and moved your fingers to his neck, leaving small and feathery touched on the smooth skin.

kanda snarled and grumbled at the sudden abuse and raised mugen in his arms once again. he looked at you, and his dark eyes held something softly fierce, delicate like the dawning clouds and harsh as rain on stone. “you better fucking promise me.”

“pinky promise?” you held out your pinky just as he slammed the door to your face yet again, muttering something about pinky promises are for kids, and that he was not a child, god-fucking-damn it. 

ah, your head hurt.

[alienaiver]

Ummm I’m gonna go with!! 3 my lucky number and Kanda obvs. Thank u !! 🥰

my beloved bestie! 🧡✨ i could not write it any other way that i did because.... i didnt wanna give u angsty-angst bcos u and kanda deserve all good!!!!! u are so cute together i swear <333333

number three cashed out the sentence "just please open your eyes." ✨

it turned out to be 1.1k words and theres no real warnings except that there's a fight/argument between reader and kanda and he had a ..... special .. way of helping u emotionally. we love a strange little man!!!! ilysm!! i hope you enjoy and I APOLOGIZE AGGRESSIVELY FOR THE WAIT, i hope this is worth it !! 🫡🧡🧡🥰

”You can’t be serious.”

You’re seething with anger, warmth heating your cheeks and tears lining your lash line from the overwhelmingly growing frustration building up in you.

Kanda doesn’t spare you a glance from the couch where he takes a sip of his tea. You want to rip the cup from his hands and hurl it towards the wall. He knows that’s what you want to do – he wants you to try.

Calmly, he puts down the cup, with the little finger hitting the table first so it makes no sound as he was taught by Edgar.

“I am.” He answers cooly, leveling your stance with a glance in your direction. Your hands are clenched at your sides.

You’ve been holding in your anger for the past week, ever since getting fired from your job. No emotional reaction, no comments; Kanda hates when you hold it all in.

He knows the road paved to your emotions can be walled up though, so telling you directly to react will simply make you stubborn; make a point out of being just fine.

“That doesn’t mean you have the right to go and actively piss me off for a week straight!”

You’re yelling. Good. Kanda knows it’s about to hit. He’ll take most hits if it helps you, doesn’t even consider them hits, really. He prepares for more yelling, for punching a wall or the couch but what you end up doing is tremendously worse.

You turn around and walk to your shared bedroom. You don’t stomp, you don’t slam the door shut.

Kanda sits wide-eyed on the couch, confused. This isn’t like you; this is a reaction out of his scope of experience with you. Shit.

He fucked up.

Logically, Kanda knows this wasn’t the best route to take, that he sounds like what Lavi would call “red flag-ish”, but he prides himself in successfully getting to know you and your needs over the years you’ve been a couple. If he simply forces you, you will go the other way, refuse to mold into what people want – even if it is what you need.

Some emotions come for you, easier than they do for Kanda, but others do not. Kanda has through trial and error taught himself how to navigate what can often be considered a whirlpool of your emotions. But he’s gone left where he should’ve gone right somewhere the past six days. He’s not entirely sure where.

Kanda doesn’t like being reminded or becoming aware of his shortcomings so the anger he wanted you to feel just a few short moments ago, is suddenly bubbling up inside him for being too emotionally stunted to figure this out on his own. He refuses to call for help. Lavi and Allen would be of absolutely zero help – Lenalee and Alma on the other hand would kindly navigate the situation with him, however, the chance that either of the two are hanging with the two aforementioned idiots is way too high for him to risk it.

All there is left is to simply bite the bullet.

He gets up from the couch and stretches his back, feeling several joints pop into place. He doesn’t remember being this tense before he relaxed the muscles actively.

He won’t admit it to anyone, but he’s tiptoeing down the hallway, dreading the moment he reaches the door. He likes you the best when you’re at your brightest and bubbliest but he likes it the worst when you’re closed up – especially if it’s his fault.

With three concise raps, he announces his presence by the door. There’s no sound from the other side, so with furrowed brows he knocks again.

He’s rewarded with complete fuck all.

With a scowl he opens the door – the least you could do was answer him. He finds you wrapped up on your side of the bed, with your back turned towards him. He knows you’re not asleep; your routine is different than this plus it’s only been a few minutes.

He clicks his tongue as he rounds the bed to get to your side. Further proof that you’re not actually asleep is the way your face is scrunched up almost dramatically, to signal that you’re both angry and pretending. He shakes his head and pushes at your hips unceremoniously to make room for himself to sit on the edge. You let him without any complaints.

He sits there for a moment, silence falling heavy over the both of you. You’re clearly trying to control your breathing as best as you’re able, making it visible how performative it is. Kanda holds back from rolling his eyes.

“Stop acting like a child.”

You huff out a sound before pulling your duvet over your face – or you try to, but Kanda’s weight is stopping it by your chin. Maybe not the best way to start his apology, he notes.

“Get it together.”

You let out an imitation growl before you trash around to turn your back to him. He grabs your shoulder to stop you and sigh out, almost as dramatically as you’re being, “I’m sorry.”

It stops you from trying to turn away from him. Other than that, it doesn’t seem to do much else in Kanda’s favor. His hand that is still resting on your shoulder starts drawing mindless circles into it. He hopes it’s soothing; he wants to be soothing for you. He lets a few more beats pass before he talks again, “just please… open your eyes.”

You seem to listen to his plea, as you peek open one eye to scowl at him, “I won’t forgive you, dumbass.”

He can’t hold back the smirk. You have forgiven him by now if your reply is that. He leans down to kiss you but you pull back, “I don’t accept kisses from assholes.”

His face stays as close to you as you let him as he raises an eyebrow, “hm? That’s odd, given that you gave me a welcome home kiss a few hours ago.”

Your palm hits his face in a matter of seconds. He laughs and kisses your palm instead. You make a grossed-out sound and pull it back, “you’re infecting me with your dumbassery! Go away!”

He rolls his eyes but holds your hand, “if you’re already infected, I feel like you can give me a kiss anyways…”

You pout and huff out before you look at him, “be mindful next time you try to help me, okay?”

He nods, “I promise.”

You lean up the rest of the way and connect your lips. He’s happy he learned something new about you today; you’re his favorite thing to keep learning about, no matter how many years it’ll take. He’s looking forward to each and every one of them.

[kandasdog]

I just came back from the mdf dead to make a statement: the fact that none of u fic writers, EVER, wrote a one-shot/smut or anything related to KANDA TEASING is absolutely‼️ OUTRAGEOUS‼️

Have you seen this mdf’s smirk and the way he sometimes teases during fights? I shall repeat myself: that smirk and attitude?? Those teasing words?? 🫦The confidence??? Noooo‼️‼️‼️‼️this blindness must stop‼️‼️‼️‼️I AM DYING‼️‼️‼️‼️ We are truly far behind from revolution as human beings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💣💥🤯

NOBODY SEES MY CONCEPT, NOBODYYYYYY. I’M ALONE, I DIE AND I ROTT ON THIS ROAD.

If you have a fic like that somewhere tho… just letting y’all know… dms are open and I can 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

[kanda44]

Drabble: #2 - Kanda x Reader

When the Holy War came to an end it was a surprise to all of the people within The Black Order, more so on the people who believed they wouldn’t survive this war at all yet - The Exorcists.

You being one of them, you had thought all this time that the war would be the end of both you and Kanda, your beloved boyfriend who had returned to not only repay Allen for what he had done for him all this time..but to continue to protect what was left in this world that made him wanting to continue to live.

Once the war had ended however everyone went their own ways in promises of seeing one another again someday, you and Kanda ended up getting your own small home to share together.

Everything was nice and peaceful for most but for you it was a bit harder due to the nightmares that continued to peruse you whenever you fell asleep. The nightmares had always been the same...the time that Tyki and Road had taken you away and enjoyed in torturing you just to anger Kanda and your friends.

You tried in the past to pass it off as something that didn’t bother you, but only Kanda knew better then that due to him having to wake you up all the time and promising you in the end that if you were to ever run into them again he’d kill them.

However this time both the Noah’s and The Earl were gone and weren’t ever coming back, so as of right now despite all that those nightmares returned and Kanda woke up to your screaming and thrashing.

“Oi! Onna wake up!” Kanda shouts, shaking you. “Y-Yuu...” You whispered. “Che, did you have that dream again?” Kanda asked. “Y-Yeah...” You replied.

Sighing Kanda brought you into his arms and held you as you cried, even though you yourself knew that those two were gone the dreams still scared you and you still didn’t get over that trauma just yet, using one hand Kanda ran his fingers through your (H/C) hair.

“Hey, Hey, Calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” Kanda whispered.

He held you like that for sometime until your cries stopped and he noticed you fell asleep in his arms again, sighing he carefully laid you down on the bed and covered you up once he too laid beside you.

Kissing your forehead he brought you in close to his chest, holding you so those nightmares could be chased away.

“I’m not leaving you alone, lotus.” He whispered.

||A/N: Well here you go, this was the 2nd one requested and I kind of hope for more, writing these were actually fun! :D||

[savagetrickster]

D.Gray Man | Kanda Yu (NSFW)

Okay so I kinda got carried away while writing for this request. Somehow it has escalated to R-rated stuff oops XD But honestly it was so fun writing this! I hope you wouldn’t mind me putting more than you had requested.  

So this is like my first NSFW for D.Gray man. I guess this fandom deserve a taste of NSFW as well since BNHA got the attention for that XD 

Apologies for errors, again.

Warning(s): 18+, implied breeding kink (duh, you even surprised?), unprotected sex, pregnancy

.

She thought about how lucky she was to be allocated a relatively simple mission that was only a day away from the branch and partnered with Kanda like he was the cherry on top. 

Missions together were rare. After Kanda was appointed as a new General, the opportunities to spend time with each other became miserably sparse.

He was a busy man then but now with his promotion that comes with bigger responsibilities, he was an even busier man. 

There was nothing but a big empty gap between them. What they have right now felt like a long-distance relationship. Most of the time his room was empty since being a General required his attention outside the branch. 

Even with time granted to them when he was home, kisses were curt and touches were brief. 

That was why being assigned to this mission with Kanda alone was a golden opportunity. Rare and precious to her. 

Even if it meant being attacked by Tyki Mikk on their way back. 

Well, that was what she thought until Kanda appeared before her, standing between a harsh slash down across the air that could have killed her if he wasn’t fast enough to intercept.

Kanda was fast enough to step between them but a second too late from deflecting the attack with Mugen.

.

Gloom stayed stubbornly in her eyes as she worked on bandaging the bloodied wound across Kanda’s chest. 

She had set herself straight to work on Kanda the moment she forced him to sit down on the bed in the inn they had been staying in, despite his protest.

Recurring memory of him taking the blow for her. The spray of his blood over her shook her. 

Throughout the rest of the battle against their enemy, she dealt her blows with rage upon witnessing that. 

She was worried, scared, and angry. 

So damn angry at the Noah. 

So damn angry at Kanda. 

So damn angry at herself.

“Yu, what you did just now wasn’t necessary.” Kanda raised his eyes to her. 

He had already given up trying to stop her futile effort bandaging him. His regenerative seal would heal him but she insisted on preventing infection before it did its work.  

“....please don’t do that again.” 

His gaze turned incredulous. “And let you die?” His fingers curled into the bed underneath.

Bitterness clenched around her heart, “Maybe.” 

A hiss sifted through her gritted teeth. “You’re not a shield. You’re someone precious to me and I’d rather die than see you do that to yourself-”

She didn’t know how or when; it was abrupt and too fast.

Her breath shuddered out of her as she suddenly found herself pinned down on the bed by an irritated, glaring glint blazing down from Kanda’s face.

Kanda stared back down at her, towering over her with a hot swirl of emotions swelling in his heart.

Before he felt anything for her, he was just a man drifting aimlessly in this long, suffering war as an exorcist. 

Missions after missions. 

Akumas after akumas.

Battles after battles against the Noahs.

That was what his life was all about. 

It was like a dark tunnel without the light at the end of it. There was no goal, there was no end.

Given how bleak his circumstances were, he had never spared a thought about his future. He was just a soldier or in a technical, more crude sense, a walking weapon.

That was what Exorcists were. Unwilling hosts for the Innocence - a curse that would follow them till death. Even for him, death was hard to come by.

But with (Name) in his life. 

He wasn’t so pessimistic about his circumstances anymore. The future didn’t seem so bleak anymore. He bore hopes for what the aftermath of this cruel war would bring about.

She was the light at the end of this dark tunnel. 

“If what I did keeps you safe,” Kanda felt his restraint over himself breaking. The words he had kept to himself for a long time wanted to spill.  “I’ll keep being that shield.” 

He had always wished she could be taken off the battlefield. 

Every time he was out there roaming the lands as a General he was made to be, his mind was always crazy worried about her. 

Knowing she was also out there risking her life.

He knew he was being a hypocrite here, but the fear and worry that gripped him every time his mind strayed to thoughts of her made him wistful.

The urge to use his higher authority to pull her out of her duty was tempting every single time. Just to keep her safe and as far away from the lurking dangers this war was embodied with.

The emotions bottled up in him fanned with every breath he took, his piercing eyes wavering on her. 

He wanted her.

It had something to do with pent-up need for her he had neglected due to his duties. The emotions in him were not so innocent either.

The last thread of restraint on himself broke the moment she extended a hand up to his face with a tender soft look in her eyes. 

His body wanted hers. 

There was nothing holding back anymore. 

He couldn’t, even with the rational voice screaming in his head. The carnal urge in him was smothering and drove through him powerfully.

A trembling breath left him as his lips met hers and pressed into her with an urgent need, immediately inciting a soft moan humming against his prying mouth. 

Their mingling breaths were hasty and shivering as the feverish kiss deepened with tilting heads and moans.

His hands were busy. Her hands were busy. 

Clothes were shredded off them and tossed carelessly in the heat of their passion. Between their heated actions, wild hands roamed. 

Her body grew more and more ready for his.

And his for hers.

His hands eventually found their way to her thighs and pushed apart with a firm grip on them as he settled himself between them.

Their panting lips parted as their dazed, wavering gaze met.

A fleeting whimper slipped through her lips as he pushed himself into her, completely buried in one powerful thrust.

His toned, chiseled chest stuttered with a shaky exhale as he pulled himself through the tightness gripping onto him. 

Towering over her with raw hunger in his gaze, the thrust driven back into her tore a broken cry from her. 

The blistering white flash of pleasure accompanied the jolting wide stretch inside her.

The bed creaked and protested under them, joining her cries and his growls as he pummeled into her fiercely. 

Strained grunts and growls rumbled in his chest as he leaned into her, his big hands sliding over her smaller ones and her legs responsively wrapping snugly around his waist. 

Under her digging fingers, his taut muscles rippled across his sweaty back, resonating with every thrust.

Everything else fell past them. Fell past her. Fell past him.

Now, they were only a man and woman making love. They were nothing more than that. 

Not Exorcists.

Not a General.

Not pitiful soldiers picked for a mad war.

Just them.

The wet squelches of their mixed fluids became loud enough to join the erotic reverberation filling the room as his thrusts begun to grow hectic. 

Their lips met again. Desperate and heated. 

Muffled moans and growls slipped into the dense air between kisses. 

Her heart felt like it was about to burst from her love for him. There was so much that the soft, breathy ‘I love you’ she murmured against his passionate lips was inevitable.

Kanda said nothing to that. But the pressing need of his lips against hers and the firm squeeze around her hands right after was a clear answer to her. 

The next stronger and primal thrusts he plunged into her also told her all he wanted to say. 

Enough to push her to the edge fast. 

She was close.

Enough to make her snatch her lips away from his with loud moans tumbling out of her.

She was…so close.

The muscles in her hands against his broad back tensed.

Her legs around him tightened curtly.

The next slam through her, his cock shoving inside with a rough prod did it for her.

A broken cry sitting between a sob and a whimper spiked between her moans as her eyes nearly rolled back at the shattering wave of her orgasm.

The shuddering grunt from Kanda joined her as he relished in the warm pour of her arousal over his aching self in her release.

Breathy grunts continued to fall from his lips as he pushed himself up, his hands slipping away from her to hook under her knees.

Now towering over her, Kanda pushed her thighs wider apart to accommodate his raging thrusts.

The curl of his toned biceps clenching and unclenching as his eyes fell onto where every thrust was announced by loud, lewd squelches, watching with rumbling growls as his cock pounded, plummeting in and out of her dripping, clutching heat. 

His piercing eyes looked even more piercing than ever as he raised them to her face, relentlessly hammering into her with fervor. 

His heated gaze raised to her, greedily taking in her as he worked intensely between her thighs. 

Gazing back at him through weak fluttering blinks, her red, flustered face panting up at him was an added fuel to the hungry, animalistic desire in him. 

To his vigorously rocking body.

He could feel himself filling up almost too much. The load inside his cock was a pressure too tight for him to hold in any longer. Together with the lustful urge to let go in the hazy heat, he drove his next thrust into her with a strong shove.

Her dragging moan joined his strangled grunt as a white flash of pleasure ripped through him. The back of his thighs clenched as he pushed his hip pressingly into her, nestling himself snugly into her as he released everything. 

Ropes and ropes of his seeds spurted into her in one hot burst, filling her rapidly as her tattering moan rode through her. 

His own hoarse one dragged through his throat as he snapped his hip curtly against her to every furious spurt of his load.

Accompanied by her fleeting whimpers and his own grunts, his slowing ruts sent one rough curt prod into her after another, till the very last drop of his semen was emptied into her womb.

A blissful stillness fell upon them the moment his movement inside her slowed and stopped.

Their intense stares held with their harsh pants. Until her eyes widened.

“...Oh no, Yu, you didn’t…” 

A soft gasp of horror escaped her. Despite the horror seeping in her widening eyes, she couldn't help trembling and panting with satisfaction at the warmth inside her. 

“Wha-What if I get...”

Her voice trailed off breathlessly with a gulp, his eyes followed her shaky hands as they moved to her lower abdomen, right above where they were still joined.

A knowing glint was in his gaze when he returned his gaze back to her. “When that happens, I will be here with you.”

“But I-”

“I’ll shoulder your duties for you. I’d rather you stay safe, even if it means getting you pregnant.”

Her breath hitched. 

To hear him say that word himself stirred a strange fluttering desire in her. It came out of nowhere but it filled her with wistful longing. 

Was it really...okay for people like them to enjoy something this mundane?

Was it okay to harbor hopes for something like this despite who she was? 

She wasn’t sure but the firm steel of promise in his eyes was enough for her.

That maybe...maybe it was okay.