#Tysm for requesting I thought the concept was adorable

[mouthfullofmunson]

Can i please!!! request headcanons of eddie with someone with skin issues like acne or smth like that? you don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like writing this, i hope you have a good day <3 thank u :))

Oh cute :))))

I definitely think Eddie wouldn’t care

He’s definitely got back acne or smth so he wouldnt say anything unless you would

It wouldnt really cross his mind

But he would sit in and watch when you do your skincare routine

And anytime you were frustrated over a breakout and not having a good skin day he would make you feel better

“Who cares, you look gorgeous to me. Just do your thousand step routine, you’ll feel better after. Or we can have a spa day and do that mask you always do?”

Always reminding you how beautiful you are to him when he notices you aren’t feeling well that day

And when you’re drunk or just way too sleepy he pulls you into the bathroom and helps you do your skincare routine

He’s memorized it by now so he knows what to do

So he sits you down and does it step by step, gently massaging your face while he washes it

And puts on all the serums

And he even washed his hands just for you

When he’s over at your place he digs in your drawers and puts on the millions of skincare products

Even a bring green mask that was buried in the very bottom of the drawer you still have from when you were like 13

And by the time he’s out of the bathroom his skin is bright red

And you know exactly what he’s been up to

And days where you get frustrated and feel like it will never go away he sits with you and kissing your cheeks

Making little jokes to make you smile

“Hey, on the bright side tears are supposed to be great for your skin…”

[lumibuns-blog]

Haii me again >-< I just finished that first date story with gojo and it gave me a huge idea that I wanna request. How would it be to be dating Gojo (both Teen him and Older) and how would missions or the daily life be like, you can add things also if you wanna idm. Btw have an awesome day!!!

Gahh tysm for requestingg this is ADORABLE

everyday headcannons with Gojo <3

(Look at this goob)

Does NOT understand personal space

There's just no concept of that in his mind

He is glued to your hip, people joke that to find Gojo they should just look for you and he'll be one step behind

Constantly has those lanky arms draped around you whether your in an important meeting or just walking around Tokyo he's got an arm around your shoulder

He honestly prefers that to holding hands because he feels like he can protect you better

This goes without saying but infinity is always off around you, it doesn't matter how many times you tell him it's dangerous he won't listen

Constantly staring down ANYONE in your vicinity, like looking into their souls.

He's gotta make sure you're safe 😌

Biggest ego but the most fragile heart

If he hears someone say something like "why's that guy wearing a mask?" Or something little like that

He WILL be moping around so hard all day until you give a compliment to cheer him up

"Y/nnnnnn do you think I'm ugly"

"No of course not I wouldn't be dating you if I thought that now would I 'toru?"

"YAAAY"

And just like that he's back to normal

Going on missions with him is just something else because he will not let you do anything

He knows you can handle yourself but he's THE Gojo Satouru he has to show off a bit

Carries you around while obliterating curses like it's nothing

When you have to go on missions alone he is so so so so so worried, he begged the higher ups to let him go with you but they needed him to do something more important

A task which he competes as quickly and destructively as possible just so he can rush to where you are to make sure your safe

You two also constantly text eachother on missions to make sure you're safe

Gojo will text you in middle of exorcising a curse

Like he will be about to crush them, then he'll feel the buzz from his phone and pause EVERYTHING to text you back

The curse would be like "bro aren't you fighting me?!"

"Shhhh hold on bae texted"

Also constantly brags to his students about you and they are not interested but he keeps on going

I love this silly silly man😍🫶

[darkeralmond]

could you do a friends with benefits fan fiction with conrad fisher? and maybe they get together at the end?

ofc i can!! tysm for the request!! i love u ❤️❤️❤️

Escort?

Conrad Fisher x Reader

synopsis: you and conrad had always been close growing up. you cared for him and he cared for you. when him and nicole broke up, he came to you for comfort. that’s when this whole fling started. now the deb ball was coming up and you wanted things to become more serious.

warnings: fluff, fwb relationship, Conrad being adorable, suggestive dialogue

word count: 1k

a/n: I COULDNT STOP SMILING WHILE WRITING THIS!! this is such an adorable concept tysm for the request!

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You had been going down to Cousins for as long as you could remember. You always came down with the Fishers and would stay for only half the summer. Then when the 4th of July hit, your mom would come down to hang out at the beach house before taking you home. However, that changed this summer since your motm wanted you to participate in the Debutante Ball with Belly.

Things had changed since a couple summers ago. You ended up in a messy relationship with one of the football players at your high school, Lucas. The two of you broke things off since neither of you could provide what the other wanted. It broke you. Your friends comforted you, sure, but Conrad’s comfort was the only thing to get you through the break up.

You then had to reciprocate that same comfort after he and Nicole broke things off because of an unknown reason. Just like what happened after you and Lucas, you comforted him in the beach house bedroom. The only difference was the outcome of your care. That's when the pattern of hooking up as “just friends'' started. That's when your true feelings for Conrad finally emerged.

Now here you two were, making out to TV Girl’s “Lover’s Rock” on his bed. It was truly romantic in the most platonic way possible. You laid on top of Conrad as his hands ran up and down your thighs gently like you were fragile. Your mind strayed off during the long period of kissing.

The Deb ball was coming up in the next couple of days and it seemed like all your Deb sisters had an escort but you. Now that both you and Conrad were out of your complicated relationships, it left you with an open opportunity to ask him.

You then thought about how Belly would react to that, she’s always had an obvious crush on Conrad. Would that be betraying her? No because she started dating Cam and now she’s going with Jeremiah. Why would she care if you went with Conrad when she’s obviously occupied with other guys?

You pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him, clearly distressed. Being only friends didn’t feel right to you anymore, frankly because your crush on Conrad grew to the point where it was hard to ignore. He furrowed his eyebrows and cracked a smile. “What?”

You got off of him and flopped down onto the mattress next to him. You laid on your side and met his gaze. “Conrad?” you mumbled.

He chuckled, “Yeah?”

You took a deep inhale and looked up at the ceiling. The tips of your ears felt piping hot, the words hung in your throat ready to escape. It was just one simple question. You finally blurted it out, “Would you… Would you like to be my escort to the Deb ball?”

Your heart raced as you met his gaze again. His expression shifted from playful confusion to pure authentic confusion. “What?” he asked. “Why?”

That wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for. You didn’t expect him to flat out say yes, but you didn’t expect him to sound so… confused?

“Well,” you started, “I don’t have an escort yet and I just thought now that you and Nicole aren’t a thing and Wes and I aren’t a thing that we could go… together.”

You couldn’t picture yourself going with anyone else. You couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else, period. Only Conrad. It was always only Conrad.

“Y/N, be honest,” he sighed. “Do you have feelings for me?” You suddenly felt feverishly hot as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You transferred your gaze down to the hem of his t-shirt as an excuse to not look him directly in his eyes. All you had to do was say no, but the silence was his answer. “Y/N, I thought we were gonna keep this strictly just being friends.” He pinched the bridge of his nose while letting out a long exhale,

“Yeah, well have you met you?” you argued. “It’s pretty hard not to fall in love with you and your mysterious persona.”

The seriousness on his face melted away as he chuckled. “Mysterious persona?” He laughed harder which eased your nerves slightly. You cracked a nervous smile and he collected himself before speaking again, “How long have you felt this way?”

Your feelings for Conrad had always been hidden deep in your heart, but they didn’t become known until that night at Shayla’s party. “The first night we fucked after Nicole dumped you.” It wasn’t unbearably long, but it was still too long to keep a secret that big.

His hands cupped your cheeks, lifting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. “I like you, don’t get that mixed up,” he said, “but relationships are really messy. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You brought your hand up to meet his and cracked a small smile. “I know, but if we don’t try something, we’ll never know where it could lead us to?” You felt your heartbeat accelerate. You had only ever done this one before and that was with Lucas. “At least tell me what you think we should do. You’re the smartest person I know.”

He knew how breaking things off with him affected you mentally. He didn’t want to be the reason you ever felt that kind of pain again. Conrad smiled and leaned forward. He placed a light kiss on your lips, “Is the dance still the same?” You giggled and placed your forehead against his. “I hope that means yes.” His thumb stroked your cheekbone. You closed your eyes and savored the contact.

“Yes,” you laughed, “it does.”

His warm breaths mixed with the feeling of his soft yet firm hands on you made you feel secure. He was your safety net. The person who could always make sure you were okay even when things weren’t looking up. He was yours to keep.

[fishfetti]

i kinda really just want smth adorable. like yuji playing with megumi's hair casually, or geto playing with gojo's/vice versa.

i just need to feel some joy seeing as im not gonna get any from the real jjk 🥲

i know it took me a little, and it's not really playing with each other's hair?? but i thought it was a cute concept regardless!!! i just couldn't figure out how to draw something like that LOL.

i think it'd be cute to see satoru playing w suguru's bang , or suguru carding his fingers through satoru's hair when he gets migraines from being overwhelmed

tysm for the request!!!! i rlly appreciate it ^^

[amaritypewriter]

hello!!! Could i request rosie x fem reader smut hc?:3 thankk youuu!!! I love how you write rosie<33

HIII TYSM FOR REQUESTING IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG!! I’ve been really burnt out guys and it was my birthday on the 9th!! Plus my keyboard recently broke! *cries* but I promise I’ll try harder!

This is an NSFW piece and overstimulation and orgasm denial are mentioned as well as; bondage, straps, biting and other freaky behavior

Rosie x fem!reader, NSFW HEADCANONS!

- Rosie takes pride in having reader tamed with nice manners; so if reader gets bratty she’ll personally see to it that your attitude gets fixed.

- She loves eating reader out and she is the master at it, she might look all nice and proper but she loves to get all dirty and messy into readers juices!

- Rosie loves to talk reader through it, she has such a beautiful way with words the way she teases reader while at the same time praising them.

- Rosie is such a charmer! She gets friendly with everyone in cannibal town all the time but when reader gets a little jealous of all the pretty cannibets that Rosie spends all her time catering to, she’ll personally make sure to give you some extra special ‘quality time’ that may or may not include making you orgasm till you’re dry.

- If you misbehave she won’t react in the moment she’ll just simply smile and act like nothings wrong but the second you both get a second alone she’ll show you how badly you fucked up. She’ll shove her fingers up your pretty cunt and cheerfully talk about how many rules you broke while biting down on your neck. Plunging her long fingers deep into you while teasing you and making sure you know why you’re being punished.

- “Oh What’s wrong baby? Speak up, that’s certainly not something you have trouble with. After all you made quite the scene earlier~ oh right! You can’t talk with my fingers in your mouth.”

- She doesn’t like leaving you unsatisfied; it’s just not really her style, however leaving you tired out and satisfied is! Making your soft legs tremble as she gives you yet another orgasm just because she’s been lapping at your clit for hours straight is just such a treat for her!

- She adores that you depend on her for most things, at first she thought she wouldn’t like it but then she realized how much she loved the power trip of having you on your knees begging for her to touch you.

- One time you decided to try on her hat just to maybe have a cute moment with her! That cute moment soon turned into her making you wear it while you bounced up and down on your strap while she told you things like “Drop the hat and I won’t let you cum okay?”

- She’s not even that into the strap she believes making you come apart on her tongue and fingers is just enough for her but, if you want it she’s trying it whatever it is. Bondage, straps, toys, biting, scratching maybe even CNC but you’ll have to beg for that one.

- At first she didn’t understand the concept of orgasm denials, and when you explain it to her she tried her best to understand and even though she didn’t get it she started doing it for you. However the more she did it the more comfortable she got with it and one day it just clicked in her brain. She loved how you whined and begged for her to shove her tongue or fingers deeper in your clit, the way your eyes watered as you trembled and cried out for her to please touch you. And the way your face would come apart as she denied you pleasure.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member loves being cared for by Sana and Tzuyu

A/N: I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty for this idea anon! :D

The request: Hi I want to request for twice tenth member where y/n is small and sana and tzuyu always carried her like a baby and thought she's adorable. Thank you

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N was the youngest member of TWICE, a rising K-pop group that had taken the music industry by storm. At just 15 years old, she possessed an incredible talent for singing and dancing, which had earned her a place among the group's iconic members. But despite her remarkable skills, she was a petite and adorable girl with an infectious smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. Even if she was the youngest member of TWICE, her presence was felt strongly among her older sisters in the group. Sana and Tzuyu, in particular, took an instant liking to the adorable girl, treating her as if she were their own baby sister.

From the very first day, Sana and Tzuyu made it their mission to ensure that Y/N was always taken care of and protected. They showered her with affection, often picking her up and carrying her around like a precious little doll. The maknae, for her part, absolutely adored the attention and the feeling of being doted upon. She felt safe and loved whenever Sana and Tzuyu enveloped her in their warm embrace. Whether it was during rehearsals, photoshoots, or even just lounging around in the practice room, Sana and Tzuyu would often scoop her up into their arms, cradling her gently as if she were the most fragile treasure in the world. Y/N would giggle and bury her face in their shoulders, cherishing the moments of blissful closeness.

On a sunny day in Seoul, the members gathered in their practice room for rehearsals. As the music blared through the speakers, Y/N stood in the centre of the room, perfecting her choreography. Her moves were precise, but her small frame made her look even more adorable as she danced. Sana and Tzuyu, unable to resist their affectionate impulses, watched their little sister's performance with wide smiles. As soon as the song ended, they rushed over to her, both eager to carry her. Sana, with her bright personality, was the first to reach Y/N. She enveloped the younger member in her arms, lifting her up effortlessly as she cooed, planting a soft kiss on her baby's cheek.

Sana - Aww, look at our precious pretty girl! You're so adorable!

 Y/N's face flushed with happiness as she giggled, enjoying the attention and love she received from her unnies.

Tzuyu, not wanting to be left out, joined in and gently took Y/N from Sana as she talked with a warm smile. Making Y/N nod in response, feeling safe and loved in her favourite unnies embrace.

Tzuyu - You're like a little doll, honeybee. We can't resist carrying you. 

The other sisters of TWICE, who had been observing the scene, couldn't help but laugh and join in the fun. They playfully teased Sana and Tzuyu, saying they had become the maknae's "personal bodyguards". But everyone understood the genuine affection and bond that had formed within the group. In the following weeks, Sana and Tzuyu continued to carry their child around like a precious treasure.  One day, as the group prepared for a music video shoot, Y/N was feeling nervous. The concept of the video involved a lot of intense choreography, and she worried about making mistakes. Sana and Tzuyu noticed her anxiety and immediately knew what to do. Sana got to her first wrapping her arms around the younger member.

Sana - Sugar, don't worry. We're here for you.

Tzuyu nodded in agreement, adding more to the ensures. 

Tzuyu - You're the most talented youngest member we could ever ask for. Just be yourself, and everything will be amazing.

Y/N's nervousness melted away as she took in their words of encouragement. She smiled gratefully, realizing how lucky she was to have such supportive and caring group mates. Throughout the shoot, Sana and Tzuyu were by their angel's side, providing a comforting presence. Whenever the girl felt overwhelmed, they would offer a warm hug or a gentle pat on the back. Their unwavering support gave Y/N the confidence to shine during the filming, and she delivered a performance that amazed everyone on set.

Another example of their endless love is during their busy schedules. Sana and Tzuyu made sure to carve out special moments to pamper the little sister they never had. They would often take breaks from their rigorous practice sessions and invite Y/N to their shared room. As soon as she entered, she was greeted by their beaming smiles and outstretched arms, ready to whisk her away into their embrace. Making her eagerly leap into their waiting arms, giggling as they cradled her like a baby. Sana and Tzuyu would sway gently, humming soft melodies to lull Y/N into a peaceful state. It became a routine that brought them all immense joy and comfort.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of performances, Y/N found herself feeling overwhelmed. She had been working tirelessly to meet the expectations of being a member of TWICE, and the pressure was starting to take its toll. Sensing her distress, Sana and Tzuyu took it upon themselves to lift her spirits. They led TWICE's honey to a cosy corner of their dressing room, away from the bustling activity. Sana lovingly settled the kid into her lap, cradling her like a fragile doll. Tzuyu sat beside them, gently running her fingers through Y/N's hair, soothing her troubled thoughts.

Sana - Don't worry, darling. We're here for you. You've accomplished so much already, and we believe in your talent.

Tzuyu nodded in agreement, her voice gentle yet firm. 

Tzuyu - You're not alone, love. We're a team, and we'll always support you. Remember that.

Y/N looked up at them, her eyes shimmering with gratitude. Their unwavering belief in her abilities filled her with a renewed sense of determination. At that moment, she knew she could overcome any obstacle with Sana and Tzuyu by her side. As TWICE continued to rise in popularity, Y/N's individual fandom grew rapidly. Fans admired her talent and adored her endearing relationship with Sana and Tzuyu. Social media platforms were flooded with fan art and fanfictions portraying the three of them, highlighting their unbreakable bond.

Y/N cherished these moments with her beloved unnies, knowing that their support went beyond their roles as group members. They had become her family, her pillars of strength, and her source of endless love and this made her have only one thought:

I am proud of my dear unnies.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[swaqcenix]

sorry, but *takes a lot of air into lungs* yay!

I read your answer and I wanted to hide or run away, but on the other hand I was so, so, so glad to receive such a detailed answer. I like it when people talk about themselves a little more or talk about their feelings.

you made me mentally squeak and roll on the floor from your words. also, my request.just wow. like, oh my godness???? that's fast.

and oh. …I don't even know what to advise. I would like to be with you now at a real moment in time and somehow spend time together, and do what you like, to somehow support you and just be there if you need it.🌤 and to some extent I support the fact that you don't want to show your such emotions in front of other people. this has its pros and cons. and it's okay with the fact that it can be hard for you to cope with the expression of emotions. besides, given this guilt hanging over you…

I won't ask, because this is obviously too personal a thing and you won't reveal your soul to everyone you meet.

As much as I'd like to help you with this problem, I feel like I can't. and maybe you don't have the necessary resources to handle it either. I know I don't have to do anything, but that's my nature. it would be nice if you asked for professional help about this. such problems are not solved in one evening or in one conversation.

well, until then… thank you very much for your kind words and the response in general. this also means a lot to me, given that, if possible, I want to ease people's pain and help at least a little. every contribution, every action or inaction is of great importance, I think.

also, please, if you can, say hello to your dear friend from your fans, lol🙂… they should understand that they are friends with a celebrity (you!🐝) and a hero (again you!🌈) who silently but steadfastly continues to fight shit in this life.

but if seriously, I'm sure you're both lucky to have each other. thank you.

stop idk how to explain this but, you're so sweet/cute omgG?!

it's okay i tend to spend a lot of my life running away! but yk what, were stronger for facing it. we don't need anything to make us stronger or to anticipate how we are. there tends to be one of ourselves for a reason my dear! <3

omg plz do you need like a carpet etc i dont want you to hurt yourself! and yes your request it is really good and i for some unknown reason became enraptured in the ideology of it!

First of all hello that's adorable, i'm not used to that kinda concept but that legit melted me in every way imaginable! although spending time with me tends to result in sitcoms and horror movies as for some ridiculously chaotic reason they're my comfort watches. :) i'm glad you support the lack of ideology of coming with being unable to fully express my emotions in the most 'healthiest' and beneficial way. I can react and feel emotions etc I'm just not the biggest fan of showing it to put it lightly. Thank you for not pushing too far and asking and in regards to the help professionally dw i actually am already getting/receiving that! that's why i tend to feel guilty i don't wish for people to feel i'm doing a therapy session here so i bite my tongue but moving over that thought, genuinely tysm!! <3

hey hey now, don't thank me for doing the bare minimum. your existence is enough yk? you simply being there in people's lives, in the minds of others simply existing as perhaps a memory or perhaps a thought. you, you are enough 💌

Ansjwejje this made me chuckle though, i'm no celebrity just a human like yourself. i'm just someone who wants the world for everyone around me and knows they deserve it. i'm simply someone who adores you all 💌

in the regards to those being quote on quote lucky to have me i'd disagree but that would be a 3 year argument so instead i'll say thank you. Sometimes life decides to throw the most ridiculous shit at us, whether it's hilarious tv shows or stupid things in general it endures in reminding us of one specialised thing. we, me nor you are alone, and ik that for a fact. so as some estranged blob on the internet, you are not alone. thank you for the messages and the intriguing insights but most of all thank you for simply being you! <3❤️‍🩹

[honeystwiggypeach]

That one about child Kenma and child reader was so cute 🥰

Can you do one like that for Bokuto, but he's the one always announcing you two will get married and you do, right after high school graduation. Maybe word it like Bokuto is telling his kids about he met there mom.

Omg you’re a genius?? This is so smart and adorable tysm I love you for this like baby!Bokuto screaming about how much he loves you when you’d go over for a play date😭😭too cute!!! Tysm for requesting!! Pls if anyone wants to see anything like this or anything let me know because I love requests!(and this idea so much😭)

Bokuto has never been one to be quiet about his affections for you. Even now as he’s sat in a rocking chair with you on the couch beside him your daughter sat on his lap leaning against him as she bobs in and out of sleep trying to listen to the story he’s telling her.

It had been spurred on because she’d been crying about how her teacher told her she was to little to marry Akaashi’s son after she practically dragged him around as she held his hand.

“When I was your age, I was the same way”

You think back to the way Bokuto would have dragged you around the play ground singing praise about you as he told everyone you were going to get married.

He even had a big he found play the officiant to your wedding the weekend after he’d gone to a wedding with his mom.

“No! Y/n, you have to say I do not yes! Silly” he was giggling as you let out a little oh.

It was quite silly looking back on it but Bokuto took it incredibly serious, once he got old enough to understand that the two of you were not legally married he settled on making you his girlfriend, and than declared almost anytime he could that he was going to marry you.

And on your wedding day, he’d managed to incorporate the whole little story into his vows telling everyone this was literally the happiest day of his life and he’d asked you to marry him everyday!

Your daughter is long asleep, and your baby boy had been put in his crib quite some time ago when Bokuto finds an end to his story.

He glances over at you smiling softly at the way you try and keep your head up when you slip in and out of consciousness just like your daughter had, and Bokuto has always thought that the wait was worth it and if he’d have to wait an eternity to marry you? He would do it.

Anywho!! Do you guys have anyone else you’d like to see with this concept?(pls do I love this idea so much😭) or anything else? Pls send requests I love them so much!!

[pompla-moosse]

I just adore your headcanons and stuff for characters! Very cute! ^w^ Been replaying the Uncharted games and I was wondering if I could request a HCs of Rouge and a gn!treasurehunter where the two of them are rivals like Knuckles and Rouge were in SA2?

rouge the bat x gn!reader

tysm for the request!! i love this concept! — scenario: rouges rival is also a treasure hunter!

⌗ the tension between the two of you is so thick, you’ll need a knife to cut it!

⌗ she would most definitely tease you, she mostly do it whenever she beats you to the prize/treasure, “and here i thought this would be difficult!” — “hmph, so much for ‘professional.’

⌗ her compliments would mostly be backhanded, but when they’re genuine, she’ll let you know. “you’re truly a one of a kind y’know.. not in a bad way, by the way.“

⌗ if you get flustered easily, she’ll use that to her advantage.

⌗ if you don’t, then it’ll be the two of you flirting until one of you cracks, it’s you who folds easily most of the time.

⌗ during y’all’s little treasure hunts, the two of you will race to the prize. rouge will use/do ANYTHING to get to the treasure, do expect her to play dirty even if you two have a truce.

⌗ if you also have a short temper like knuckles she’ll also use that to her advantage, rouge will try her hardest to blow that fuse despite knowing the consequences.

⌗ shes so petty sometimes omg.. whenever you get that certain gem she’s had her eye on, she’ll steal five of your treasures as pay back! even if you didn’t know she wanted it!

⌗ but besides all the rivalry and pettiness, the white bat still cares for you, if you were to ever get hurt she’ll quickly come to your aid and fly you to safety. “ack- you’re quite hard to carry! but don’t worry, i’ll get you outta here, my dear.”

⌗ if she’s feeling generous one day, she will buy you pretty jewelry, any type of hair/face/makeup products, or just some nice clothes. she isn’t all bad!

⌗ the two of you will for sure try to take the master emerald one day

[dendrograna]

Hello! Since your asks are open, I would like to request a one shot of Child/Ajax (don’t know how to spell the other one) and reader sharing a meal together after some training or battle? (I like your blogs theme btw, it looks really nice 👍)

My first ask, yay !! :D

Tysm anon you're too sweet <3 This concept is adorable, the idea of Darling asking Childe to train them to fight and eating after is so cute :]

could be read as either platonic or romantic

// slight blood/injury (scraped knees), past trauma (impostor AU)

🌱 Your offering has been received! 🌱

Your knees stung from the concrete underneath you, your sword flying from your hands and clattering to the ground a few feet away from you. Water dribbled down onto you from the water-sword Childe held before they dissolved, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Gotcha again," he said, offering you a hand and helping you to your feet. "You almost knocked me off my feet that time. You're getting better."

You picked up your sword and put it away with a huff. "I'll beat you one day, and that's a promise."

"Yeah, yeah," he waved you off, leading you back inside. "Your knees are bleeding. Let's get 'em bandaged up and then get something to eat, yeah?"

The mansion built just for you contained anything you could've possibly wanted, including a courtyard designed specifically for Childe to train you in. You'd asked him to teach you how to fight properly, and he eagerly agreed. Over the several weeks he'd been teaching you, you developed a routine of sorts: an hour of training, a 15 minute break, another hour of training, and then dinner. You always looked forward to that.

Childe sat you down on your luxurious red couch, pulling your pant leg up to clean your badly scraped knees and apply some bandages to them.

"There we go," he said with a smile before he stood up, running off to make your dinner. You had servants ready and willing to make your meals, but he always insisted. Like an apology for going so hard on you, like always. He just gets too invested in the fight to remember you're still learning, so he makes your food afterward as an apology.

While you wait, you find your mind beginning to wander a bit. You first met Childe in the wild outside of Mondstadt, shaking and starving in a small cave. The people of Mondstadt had been deceived by an impostor, sitting on the throne built specifically for you, and they chased you out of the city like an animal. Childe found you lost and alone, cowering in a little cave begging him not to hurt you. When they finally realized what was going on and begged for your forgiveness, you asked Childe to teach you to fight, and to protect you in the meantime.

Your train of thought was interrupted when Childe came back with a tray and two bowls on it. "Here we go," he said with a smile, sitting the tray down on your lap. "You did really well today. I can see your abilities improving."

You immediately wolfed down his soup, delicious as usual. After working so hard with Childe you almost always found yourself eager for his cooking; it really did work up an appetite. “Only cuz I have such a good teacher,” you said through a mouthful of octopus.

He chuckled, taking his bowl off the tray. “Well… Maybe,” he teased. Childe’s lighthearted comments always made you feel better, less otherworldly. Everyone else revered and worshipped you (and Childe did too) but he knew you well enough to know his teasing didn’t upset you. He treated you like his comrade before he treated you like a god. It felt less lonely that way.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, placing your now empty bowl on the tray. You really had scarfed the whole bowl down fast.

“I’ll finally knock you over tomorrow!” you declared, jabbing him in the side. He only smiled, shrugging. “That’s what you’ve said the past five sessions,” he said through his food. “Forgive me for not believing you.”

“Oh, it’ll be this one,” you said confidently, crossing your arms. “Promise.”

He only chuckled, picking up your tray and the two bowls. “I’ll hold you to that, Your Grace.”

[hornyanimegirl]

i had this random thought for a oneshot: yamaguchi (or another character if you'd rather) with a partner that's a musician. he shows up to their house while they're practicing and waits until they're done with the piece before knocking (respectful boy). then reader gets all flustered over the fact that he just stood outside and listened instead of just knocking. sorry if it's too specific, feel free to alter the concept if you want

Adorable

featuring . . . YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

includes . . . fluff <3, and adult characters

notes . . . i love the idea, tysm for requesting! you're actually my first request so I really appreciate it. i had no idea what to title this, i hope you enjoy <3, 

Music has always been your escape. An escape from the thoughts that plagued your mind. An escape from the constant anxiety and the expectations placed on you. A method to cope with the days that got too hard.

Although cliche, you had always found music easy to relate to. You didn't need to talk to other people about your problems because the music always understood you.

That's why you became a musician. You wanted to make other people feel the way you did when they listen to your music. You wanted them to feel safe while they sat in their bedroom laying on their bed covered in blankets.

Of course, you were able to find someone who would listen without complaint to your problems and insecurities. That person being your husband, Yamaguchi Tadashi. He's a great listener and never fails to comfort you during those times.

Currently, Yamaguchi is at work, and you're in your shared bedroom practicing and going over a recent song you wrote.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed with your guitar in your lap strumming the strings as your body swayed to the music. You let your mind get swept away focusing on solely the song you were singing.

Yamaguchi had gotten home from a long day at work and he was ready to just relax and cuddle with you.

As he walked up the stairs he could hear your singing and a soft smile settled on his face, following the sound of your voice to the front of your shared bedroom. He slowly and quietly opened the crack of the door peaking inside as he watched you, entranced by your beautiful voice as you sang with your eyes closed.

Once you finished singing, Yamaguchi politely knocked on the door and opened it all the way.

"Hi love"

Your face turned red as you jumped from the bed, and started scolding Yamaguchi for spying on them.

"You can't do that Yama"

There was a soft pout settled on your features as you looked down with your arms crossed. Yamaguchi thought you looked adorable.

His cheeks were dusted in pink, embarrassed that he was just watching you.

He softly grabbed your hand and left a gentle kiss there.

"You sang beautifully love"

You just stayed quiet, and your face turned completely red as you puffed your cheeks out.

[basilly]

affection || irl!wilbur x reader

. requests:  Could you write Wilbur Soot and how he shows affection? 💘 &  Wilbur playing with your fingertips and kissing them lightly unconsciously? He just does it and when you call him out for it he gets really flustered 🤲

. pronouns: they/them

. I wanted to combine the two since they were similar in concept!

. some stuff is pulled and elaborated from my other wilbur posts- reference this & this

. affection with wilbur are many small kisses throughout the day 

. he just loves pressing small kisses to your face or head, or even the tips of your fingers. 

One of your guys’ favorite past times is just cuddling in bed or on the couch, him laying his head in your lap, your legs on either side of him, as you both read, go on your phones, or watch shows.

Tonight was a go on your phone kind of night, so you scrolled, looking at what was happening in the world. Wilbur, watching tv was mindlessly just taking your hand and playing around with your fingers. He would just massage it, interlock and undo his fingers with yours, not putting much thought into it. 

At one point you felt wilbur’s soft lips on your fingertips and you glance down. You can just tell he’s so immersed in the show and you smile, his small habits are adorable.

“You’re adorable Wil, but my lips are up here” You press a light kiss to his head as his ears turn red. “I- sorry I was doing it unconsciously” He sort of mumbled the last part, but you got the gist. You laugh lightly, your flustered boyfriend avoiding your eyes. “It’s cute Wilbur, you don’t need to stop.” “Yea but you caught me :(” you use your hand to brush it through his hair, his eyes finding their way back to yours. “I love you Wilbur” He grins.  “I love you too y/n”

. affection, considered to wilbur is helping you reach for things with his height 

. you may argue against him but he’d be like

 “No, see, I’m showing you I love you by not letting you suffer from not being able to reach it”

. but he loves fidgeting with your hands

. opening, closing your hand, intertwine, untwine, he just gets nervous and you make him feel safe

. he loves to give you hugs, it gives him the reassurance you are safe, in his arms, where he can protect you

. arms wrapped around your waist, head on yours, so you’re tucked right under his chin

. he loves your touch though, it just brings him so much comfort

. out of nowhere be cheesily smiling at you and say “i love you”

. i don’t think it’d be words of affection, but he would still compliment you when he felt was necessary or just because you really looked stunning

. affection to him is also helping you remember things or reminding you of your things throughout the day

“Y/n did you do this yet? You asked me to remind you” “Oh shoot- no I didn’t, thanks WIlbur”

. small, thoughtful gifts!

. stuffed animals- if you love them he’d be like -_- but still buy them for you anyway

. head pats- again with the height

. just affectionately rub the top of your hair to see if you jokingly get mad or just do it when he thinks you’re being cute

. lots and lots of cuddles

. he will just melt and find his way to cuddle you

. not necessarily clingy, just likes to relinquish in your touch

. if he can, he will run his fingers through your hair

     - if you have thick, curly hair, he will help you with the outmost patience on wash day, so your arms don’t get too tired

. small acts of service- he is more than happy to help you with dishes or cleaning

.  he just loves you sm and he will do anything to make you feel loved

an: i hope both anons enjoyed the request! tysm for submitting it! 

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[alrightberries]

dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi's prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.

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i. first terrace: pride

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why?”

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why.”

Levi’s tongue clicks in annoyance. His eyes glance next you where the offending creature lay on your bed; tail curling, paws kneading at his your favorite fleece blanket. Quite frankly he’s a little offended when the little shit has the audacity to glare at him back.

He’ll never admit it, but his ego’s a bit bruised because the cat’s glare was slightly better than his.

“I said no,” he firmly replies, looking back to you. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with an anarchist who has no respect for boundaries—“

“One time, I forgot to use a coaster that one time!”

“—and now you expect me to share a room with a dirty fur ball who does nothing but eat, shit, and sleep?”

“He’s a cat, Levi.” You murmur, scooping the cat into your arms. “And he has a name,” you give a nervous smile when you see your rommate grit his teeth. He feels a headache coming.

“You named it?”

“Dante is not an ‘it’.”

Levi makes a move to step closer but immediately stops when the ‘Dante’ hisses at him.

“Aw, he likes you.” You coo.

“Clearly,” he replies unenthusiastically. “Listen,” he sighs. “I respect your cat’s pronouns but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to stay. Or do I need to remind you of the mac and cheese incident?”

Okay, maybe he was on to something. If you got caught with a pet in the dorms you’d breach your third and final warning, and you’d be forced to dorm off-campus. The fact that you were still here after the mac and cheese incident was solely because Levi pulled some strings (aka asked Erwin, golden boy of the campus who owed him a favor, to pull some strings).

But you couldn’t just let Dante go. There was something about him that felt so familiar; something about his black fur, thin silver eyes, unamused snarl, and overall grumpy demeanor. Especially endearing was the way he’d grumble and pretend to be annoyed whenever you tried to cuddle him but would complain if you stopped.

You just couldn’t figure out who or what he reminded you of.

Maybe you would’ve figured it out too if you weren’t so distracted with watching Levi and Dante stare at each other. Your eyes dart back and forth between the grouchy cat sitting on your bed and your grouchy roommate sitting on his desk. Both were slightly crouched over with their heads tilted up in a show of dominance; they were engaged in what seemed to be a glaring contest, gunmetal irises unamused and mouths taut in a snarl as they protected their territory.

You sigh. You really, for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why Dante felt so familiar.

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ii. second terrace: envy

Levi is not jealous. He’s not.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he sulks alone on his bed. His arms are crossed and his lips are in a pout, eyebrows knitted in distaste, occasionally glancing to your side of the room where you sat up on your bed. He’s sure whatever movie you chose to watch together is interesting and all, but right now all he could pay attention to was that stupid cat. Sitting on your stupid lap. Getting its fur stroked by your stupid hand. Getting all the love and affection his stupid self should be receiving.

It was him you should be cuddling, not Dante. Saturday nights were reserved for him and you, not you and a cat while he happened to be in the room. He’s been trying to make a move on you since high school and he can’t fucking believe he’s losing your attention to a cat. Sure, he’s always been too chicken to make a move and had to suffer seeing you get together with assholes— as per your type during your emo high school days— but this was a new low. He can’t wrap his head around the concept that he’s losing his longterm crush to a motherfucking cat.

When you coo at how adorable the fleabag was for what felt like the 50th time that night, Levi decides he’s had enough of the cuddle-hogging piece of shit.

Wordlessly, he crosses to your side of the room and lifts the cat from its perch, ignoring your protests as he sets it down on the floor and tells it to ‘scram, you little fuck.’ He uses a hand to dust your lap free of any microscopic cat particles Dante probably left behind before lying down his head down once he was satisfied. He grabs your hand to put it on his hair.

“Stroke.” He orders, eyes closing.

“What? No! You pushed off Dante.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You couldn’t have given up your lap pillow for one night?”

“One night?” He scoffs and turns to look at you. “You’ve been abandoning me for two weeks. That disgusting, tic-infested, rabies-carrying slob has no business sitting on your lap.”

“He’s not disgusting, you gave him a shower before you agreed to let me keep him. And I took him the vet to make sure he had all his shots. He’s clean, Levi.”

“Tch, good. Now throw him out and let him find someone else to freeload from.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” You guffaw. “You’ve been grumpier than usual. And why’re you being such an ass to Dante? He’s just a cat.”

“Don’t think he’s special in some way. I’m an ass to everyone.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always extra mean to him?”

He doesn’t reply. His lips are downturned into a frown when he looks away with a click of his tongue, and you realize with a sigh you won’t be getting an answer from your cryptic roommate soon. Your fingers start mindlessly stroking his undercut when you get lost in your thoughts— a habit you developed through years of Levi using your lap as a pillow. He always complained the first few times you did it but you knew it calmed both him and you, and that it put both your minds at ease. Moreso Levi right now, apparently.

You’re keenly aware of how he seems to curl up into you the more you keep going. You watch as his shoulders slump down when you stroke the side of his face, and his eyebrows relax slightly. From your angle, you could even see the way his eyes close in content. Maybe even a tiny smile if you were being delusional.

Your lip twitches upward.

“Oh my god, Levi, are you jealous of a cat?”

“Shut up and play with my hair.”

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iii. third terrace: wrath

“You owe me a new cravat.”

You blink up at your roommate. “What?”

“You owe me a new cravat.” He repeats. He pulls from his pocket a white piece of fabric— barely recognizable— torn into shreds, releases it mid-air. It gently lands on your open palm.

“Wait, did Dante do this?” You ask, eyeing the slik in your hands.

“Unless you went feral in the middle of the fucking night and decided to cut up my clothes, yes.”

“Oh my god, Levi, I’m so sorry. I swear Dante will never—“

“You actually owe me three cravats,” he interjects. “The first two I overlooked since they weren’t that expensive but I draw the line here.” His lips are downturned into a frown, eyes poorly concealing his clear distaste. “This one’s my favorite and it was made from silk.”

You eye the fabric in your hands once more before nodding in understanding, setting down the once beautiful cravat before taking out your wallet. It was only fair that you paid him back; he was being more than generous with letting your cat stay and keeping it a secret, and now you wonder how many bad things Dante’s done that Levi’s overlooked or simply never brought up with you.

“Sure, I’m really sorry. How much do I owe you?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls out his phone and types something on what you could only assume was google, most likely looking for the same brand of the cravat your cat had just torn into shreds. You weren’t entirely sure how much those could cost, but surely you could afford—

“What the fuck!” You screech, eyeing the page with very, very hefty price tags listed. Holy fucking hell where did he even get the money to buy something so expensive. Gulping, you nervously look up at your unimpressed roommate. You already knew he was taking it easy on you; his aura was the only thing intimidating, at least he wasn’t giving you the murder eyes. And even though he was a man of his word, you were thankful he hasn’t reported Dante.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that Levi looked pissed beyond belief.

“Uhm... can I pay you with a check that’ll definitely bounce?”

“You will pay me in cash.”

“Fuck, fine!”

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iv. fourth terrace: sloth

Levi silently works on his desk. His laptop’s open in fromt of him, numerous notes from classes and books from the library surrounding him. The gentle sounds of clicking and clacking echoe throughout the room as fingers typed at the keyboard, eyes concentrated and lips pulled taught as he focuses on his task. He’s on a roll. He’s almost done with this part of his research, nothing could snap him out of this, he just needs to—

“Levi, when do you think Dante will come back to me?”

He stops typing and grits his teeth.

This is how it’s been the entire night. Ten minutes of peace before you ask him some stupid questions that could’ve been answered with common sense.

“Fuck if I care.”

“Do you think it was something I did?”

He resumes typing. “Yes.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

“No.”

“Even after all we’ve been through?”

“Still no.”

“I miss him,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the door open.”

It’s been a week since Dante escaped the dorm and Levi doesn’t understand why you’re still so depressed about it. I mean, you only lost a cat that you loved and treasured and treated like family. Surely a week of moping around in your pajamas and eating nothing but chips and soda was catharsis enough.

He hears you shift in your burrito blanket, presumably to turn away from him so you can sulk into the wall next to your bed. Good. Now he can get back to working on—

“Levi do you think Dante-“

“Enough.” He grits, slamming his laptop shut.

“Where’re you going?” You ask, eyeing the way he hurriedly stuffs papers and books into his bag along with his laptop.

“Out.” He replies, grabbing his keys and his coat. “I can’t stand this shit anymore.”

Your head is burried in your blankets when he slams the door shut and all you could do was slump down because great. You lost Dante, and now you’ve royally pissed off Levi.

Great. Just fucking great.

Unlike your cat, however, your roommate comes back hours later, just before curfew. He doesn’t bother with a hello— he never does— and neither do you, opting to stay hidden underneath the sheets. Though suddenly, there’s a dip in the mattress followed by a pur next to your head.

Could it be?

“Dante?” You murmur, lifting your head from underneath your cocoon of fabric. Small black paws and silver eyes meet your gaze. “Dante!” Immediately sitting up, you pulled him to your lap, scratching his little head and cooing about how much you missed him as he purred and curled into to you.

Levi would never say it, but he missed seeing you smile at the little fleabag.

You turn to look at your roommate. “How’d you find him?”

“Asked around the campus. He wandered into another dorm building and probably thought it was ours.”

“Well yeah but... I thought you hated him?”

“I do.” He replies instantly.

“Then why’d you find him?”

“I hate him, not you.”

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v. fifth terrace: avarice

“I fucking hate both of you,” Levi grumbles, staring at the dorm.

Towers of boxes lined his supposed to be clean dorm room. He had a hard time prying the door open since it was blocked, and he wasn’t even sure how the boxes weren’t blocking out the light from how high they were piled. Dante’s sat on a stack of box directly next to the door, purring and flicking his tail around. Levi squints his eyes and glares at the little shit.

“You especially.”

“Mrow?”

Levi’s day had been, with no irony or sarcasm at all, amazing. He got a good grade on his research paper; the guy in front of him at the cafe accidentally ordered an extra serving of (coincidentally, Levi’s favorite) tea and gave it to him for free; and he got full marks for the presentation he’s been worrying about for weeks. His class even got dismissed early so he had an extra hour for lunch. He knew you didn’t have classes, so in honor of his great day he thought he’d do something nice and take you out for lunch. His treat, of course.

But any trace of his good mood vanished when he went back to the dorms and got greeted to a room that looked like it came from an episode of Hoarders.

This is what he gets for trying to be nice.

“Levi! Is that you?” You called out.

“What the fuck happened?”

You laugh sheepishly— at least Levi thinks you do. He couldn’t see you beyond the hundred boxes that took up your shared room. He hears some rustling and the sound of things being moved around before finally your head pops out from behind a wall of brown, smiling at him apologetically before walking towards him (and tripping a few times).

“Remember when I said I’d order some toys for Dante as a surprise?”

Levi’s eye twitches. “Don’t tell me—”

“I accidentally ordered 10,000 instead of 10. Online shopping struggles, am I right?” You nervously chuckle at his pissed off face. Levi was not in the mood.

Your smile widens as you make twinkly gestures with your hands. “So uh... surprise?”

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vi. sixth terrace: gluttony

The clinic is still when you first entered.

The harsh smell of alcohol and sterile metal makes your nose grimace, and the coldness of the thermostat brings goosebumps to your arms. Behind the wall, somewhete in the waiting room, cats are hissing, dogs are barking, and you could even hear the sound of birds angrily chirping and rattling their cages.

Dante cowers in fear on the silver table, and your heart aches. His ears are down and his fur’s standing on its ends, but you couldn’t comfort him. Not right now, at least. The veterinarian still needed to do a few more checks.

You gulp, “how’s... how’s Dante looking, doc?”

“Not good,” she murmurs. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she takes a deep sigh as she eyes the information on the chart. “It’ll take months before he can walk properly again, possibly more if we don’t do anything about it soon.”

“Don’t tell me... is he—-”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” she sighs. “But your cat is heavily obese.”

The corners of your lips twitch down into a frown, and your palm is warm when you start to stroke Dante’s fur. He calms down a bit from your touch, less on edge but still guarded as he warily eyes the doctor’s gloved hands.

“But I don’t understand,” you reply. “I’ve been following the recommended diet you put him on, and I haven’t been feeding him anything other than the cat food and vitamins you recommended. How’s he still obese?”

“Well, we could look into other solutions, but for now I think we ought to look at whether or not Dante has an underlying health problem.”

Levi tunes out the chatter between you and the vet, bored eyes staring into nothing. He’s leaning against a wall and he’s watching the cat carrier. Your bag’s slung over his shoulders and your coat’s in his arms, and he was sure you didn’t even need him to be here for “moral support.”

He mentally scoffs. You probably just needed a chauffeur to drive you for free, and honestly, Levi would rather feel like a chauffeur than a coat rack.

His eyes make contact with Dante’s, and all the fear in the cat’s eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with a steely glare and bared teeth. A warning, one no one else notices but him.

Levi gives him a solitary nod, understanding what Dante wanted to say.

Don’t tell Y/N I’ve been sneaking to the neighbors.

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vii. seventh terrace: desire

There’s something about the buzz of alcohol and nicotine that makes Levi confident—- the liquid courage in his veins and the smoke in his lungs clouding his judgement. Perhaps that’s where he finally gets the balls to cross the room, drunken eyes on your equally intoxicated ones, before he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss starts slow, with lips just interlocking and lightly testing the waters. But then he feels your tongue make its way inside his mouth and your fingers weave into his hair to tug him closer, and Levi loses the last threads of inhibition he has. His tongue massages yours and one of his arm wraps around your waist, the other comes down to grope and knead your ass. He feels you walk backwards and your hand pulls at his tie, dragging him with you. Suddenly he’s trapping you against a wall, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his hips so he could grind his crotch into yours.

Levi doesn’t expect his first kiss with you to be like this; messy and full of tongue and spit, full of fingers clawing at clothes and small grunts escaping your lips. He was hoping it’d be more romantic, with warm cheeks and fingers softly intertwining, shy kisses exchanged through little smiles.

But he’s not about to complain—- he’s wanted to be with you for years, and god he loved having you like this. Loved having you all hot and desperate, trapped between his firm chest and the wall. His cock is hard in his pants, and he just about growls when he feels you start to undo his belt, the fly of his pants coming down as you got on your knees and stared up at him with innocent eyes as you pull out his aching boner. There’s a cheeky grin your face when you pump at his length, and your tongue peaks out of your mouth before—

“Levi, are you okay?”

His eyes snap open, and he’s greeted to the sight of your worried face directly above his.

“Fuck!” he yells, and his forehead slams into yours when he flinches away. “Sorry, sorry” he quickly ammends when you yelp in pain.

He’s covered in sweat, he notices. Chest heaving, heart beating a little too loud for his liking, and he silently pulls the blankets over his cum stained boxers when you sit beside him.

God, he was really hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that he came in his pants like a high schooler. And it was before dream you even got to suck him off. How much more pathetic could he be.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, m’fine, it’s just...” your eyes are distracted, staring off into space. Fingers trace his thighs, and you sigh. “You were having a nightmare,”

Levi blinks. “What?”

“You were having a nightmare,” you repeat. “Kept tossing and turning and groaning in your sleep. And you kept making these... funny faces,”

“...right,” he nods. Sure, a nightmare. A nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

It takes about ten minutes to reassure you that yes, he was fine, don’t mind the way his cheeks are flushed, he was just... shaken up from his nightmare, is all. Then you’re back to bed, sleeping the night away, and twenty minutes later he’s on his way back to bed too; this time with a fresh pair of boxers and a content look on his face, all thanks to him finishing off his fantasies in the communal bathroom during his shower.

The door makes a quiet click when he shuts it behind him, and he freezes when he catches sight of Dante sat up on your bed, tail flicking behind him as he gives Levi a knowing look.

Levi squints his eyes, and he threateningly whispers, “you tell no one.”

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epilogue

The half empty room brings a frown to your face, and all you could do was pout as you sealed up the last of the boxes.

“Why do you have to leave again?” you ask, and Levi turns around as he finishes folding the last of his clothes. He shrugs. “Cats aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You owed him your entire college career, that much was sure. The RA’s found out about Dante, and Levi had taken the fall to spare you. He wasn’t required to move out since it was only his first strike, but he insisted on doing so so that Dante wouldn’t be alone, saying he already found an apartment nearby and he’ll never hear the end of it from you if he didn’t take Dante with him.

Bullshit. Levi had a soft spot for Dante, you knew that much. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. Though normally you’d be overjoyed to know that Levi really did secretly like the cat he pretended to hate so much, this time, you were just pissed. You couldn’t believe a fucking cat was stealing away the guy you’ve been in love with since high school. Sure, you were too much of a coward to ask him out, but he was basically your boyfriend already—- the entire campus knew you inadvertently had dibs on each other.

“Yeah but... do you have to leave me alone?”

“I asked you to come with me, and you said no.” He points out. “I still don’t see why when we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“It’s different off-campus!”

“How?”

“Because it’s like... it’s like we’re moving in together, y’know?” you reply. “And it seemed wrong to move in with you when we’re not even dating.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, handing you a spare key to what you could only assume was his new apartment. You glance between him and the key in your hands, and he rolls his eyes when he realizes that you still don’t get it.

“I know we’re doing this backwards since couples don’t typically move in before the first date,” he says before gesturing to Dante. “But we already have a son, and I know you’re his favorite parent. We can share custody until you can move in with me.”

You blink. “What?” Your brain stopped working when Levi referred to you as a couple, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating too. At this point, anything he said went in one ear and out the other. He flicks your forehead.

“Hey— ow! What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“And you’re being a prick!” you grumble. “It hurts, y’know.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” he scoffs.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain, “I’d rather you kiss me.”

Wait. What?

Before you could go back on your words, Levi shrugs. Warm palms gently grab your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. Your eyes widen and you momentarily freeze, brain definitely not working anymore. He hesitates when you don’t make a move, but then you’re shyly leaning forward, and that was all the confirmation Levi needs.

“If you insist,” he whispers, and suddenly your words die on your tongue when his lips interlock with yours.

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[chvnssecret]

Oh my god!! I can’t believe I didn’t find your Writing sooner! I’m new here, I found you off of another SKZ page that I totally adore- I just wanted to say I love your writing and I’m not sure if you’re taking requests rn but if you areee, I have something that won’t leave my mind ! if you aren’t Thats alright too, I’ll just share my thoughts and you can do what you please with them !!

Perv! Jisung has not left my mind for months holy shit🤤. Just thinking about how desperate he could be, stealing your panties to desperately fuck his cock into,maybe even occasionally bringing them to his nose to get a whiff of your scent, palming himself under the table at a dinner with you and his members because the short skirt you wore rose up a bit too high and made his imagination run wild, I just love the perv han concept so much oh my god 😭.

I tried to keep this short but basically- If you’re open for requests I would love love loveeee a perv jisung one, maybe like friends to lovers, so it’s even more shocking when he gets caught! Anyways thank you for listening!!

-hmm If it isn’t taken could I be 🫧 -anon? TYSM have a great day/night!!

WELCOME BBY. it’s good to have you here!!

thank you so much for your kind words, they are so appreciated.

I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF PERV JISUNG, and i absolutely will write that for you tonight!

i’m at work right now but that will be my task for today. thank you so much again!

you absolutely can be 🫧 anon! have a good day my love x

[kodzumie-archived]

could you write cuddling hcs for nagito? tysm

❝CUDDLING❞

Synopsis; Cuddling with Nagito.

Featuring; Nagito Komaeda x GN! Reader

Kodzumie’s Note; Of course I will! Thank you for your request, love! I hope you’ve had a wonderful day today. Mwah! <3

➤ NAGITO KOMAEDA

⤷ Throughout your relationship, Nagito was never one to initiate any sort of physical conveying of affection.

⤷ Unable to push forth due to the capsule of doubt and disdainful reluctance his mind traps him in, caging him with thoughts of how scum like him shouldn’t dare taint you with his filthy touch.

⤷ He’s aware he shouldn’t be thinking such a way, you’ve instilled it in his head a million times that he’s not as worthless as he thinks he is. You find value within him, yet despite that he simply cannot accept that he has any right to initiate such intimate contact with someone as ethereal as you; as hope-filled as you.

⤷ But his desires subconsciously seep into his habits, providing themselves as hintings towards what he wants. Whether it be that he scoots closer to you when sitting beside one another whilst watching a movie, resting his hand amidst the space between you two waiting to be held, or even keeping his gaze trained on your form for longer than intended.

⤷ Eventually, you get the hint and figure out what it is that he wants. Thankfully, you act on this realization and pull him closer to you, tucking your head between the crook of his neck.

⤷ Nagito is quite the fan of cuddling along with any form of physical display of affection; hand-holding, kisses and anything to brush up on your form.

⤷ Yet his favorite positions are the honeymoon hug and sweetheart’s cradle! Both being ever-so intimate and allowing both partners to bask in delicately sincere adoration.

⤷ A secret Nagito has yet to tell; he’s a hopeless romantic. He adores the concept of romance itself and the gestures that culminate to be the embodiment of passion.

⤷ Though he prefers sweetheart’s cradle over the honeymoon hug due to his romanticized idealism of the position itself; it’s casual, yet clings onto the title of compassion with a heartfelt grip.

⤷ Nagito enjoys laying his head against the side of your chest, leaning towards your collarbone almost as your arm wraps around him, pulling him close. It’s almost as though it were a side hug, the warmth of your body providing him comfort as your attention was drawn elsewhere.

⤷ Typically, your free arm would be used to hold your phone as you hold Nagito to your side. His interpretation of the passion within this position managing to ease him further into you, a smile upon his lips.

⤷ Even as you scroll through your phone—even as your mind is elsewhere—you continued to hold him close. Your breathing synchronized with his as he drifts to his thoughts, shutting his eyes.

⤷ It’s so peaceful; so incredulously casual that he almost feels at ease to initiate such a position himself.

⤷ The feeling of resting against you, ready to fall into the clutches of slumber as you cradle him is his comfort. His mind managing to calm the storm of irrationality from within your grasp and allowing him a moment of solace.

⤷ He prefers to be held, but he’d merrily oblige if you would like to be cradled instead. The position you two find yourselves situated in is typically dependent on what you want, so for his suggestion, you’ll likely have to pester him for a bit.

⤷ Though his heart metaphorically flutters at your consideration of his opinion. He truly appreciates and takes to heart your deliberation of his feelings towards things, it’s yet another of the hundreds of things that he loves about you.

⤷ When cuddling with Nagito, he’s almost always cold. His body is rather sensitive and, due to his sickness, he’s never truly at an appropriate body temperature.

⤷ But you don’t think much of it as you take him into your arms, laying back as he lays between your legs and situates his head atop your chest; yet another position he finds comfort in.

⤷ He enjoys gazing into your eyes, a lovestruck glimmer within his ghostly green orbs as he nuzzles against you. Your warmth along with the blanket draped over the two of you serving as neutrality to his frigid body temperature.

⤷ Fun fact; whenever you and Nagito are in this position, he draws various shapes into your skin with his fingers. At least, you assume these are random shapes that mean ultimately nothing.

⤷ But those imaginative drawings are not, in fact, random shapes but rather various rings; engagement rings.

⤷ As mentioned before, Nagito is, really and truly, a romantic. His heart is doused in hope for a future alongside you; a future where he’s still the one to be held in your arms like this.

⤷ He merely hopes that you’d want the same. Perhaps one day you’ll peer closer and decipher the arrays of invisible wedding rings Nagito has drawn into your skin with his fingertips. Or perhaps you’ll never know.

⤷ Though he doesn’t dwell over those idealistic thoughts for much longer as he holds you closer, pressing a kiss against your cloth-covered collarbone, smiling down at you.

⤷ Nagito knows full well that being in a relationship with you, much less a mutually gratifying one, was a shot of luck. Wishful thinking of marriage seems like a dream too far to reach.

⤷ But the hope within his heart burns strong. And its ember combusts into uncontrollable flames when he finds himself cradled by you. It’s wishful thinking, but scum like him can dream, right?

[keisurin]

omg i see ur requests open, could i get a kuroo drabble where he adores you playing with kenma's hair (like putting it in a ponytail) and cutely wish you could do smth like that with him?

#CUTE CUTE CUTE. man this concept is canon, tysm for sending! sorry its a bit long HSHSH

#hair ties -kuroo tetsurou, fluff, gn!reader

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kuroo watched you and kenma chilling on the bleachers of the nekoma volleyball court, kenma stuck on his phone playing against a hard to beat boss, he was too distracted to notice that your hands were even touching his hair, even if he did notice he didn’t mind.

you always had a pack of hair ties on you. kenma’s hair was so soft, he maintains it well and everyone has a habit of touching it. you went creative with his hair, trying a man bun which made him look amazing, even got compliments from fukunaga and tora telling kenma to keep it like that. kenma refused and sighed while he pulled random pieces of his hair down not liking the exposed skin. you laughed and untied his hair before trying another style.

“ne, y/n,” kuroo tilts his head up to face you. you both just got home from a practice match and took a shower. now kuroo rested in between your legs while you both were in bed. “yes tetsu?”

“you have your hair ties?”

you furrowed your eyebrows and smiled, “uh yea, i always do?” he’d point with his eyes, looking up to his hair signing he wanted you to play with his hair, “can you?” “..can i what?” he’s a bit offended. you did it so naturally with kenma, why couldn’t you do the same with him?

“psh i’m joking tetsu, get my bag my things are in there.” kuroo, this 6ft man hops and cheers like a little puppy tossing you your bag. “so first i’m gonna have to comb your hair which i assume you never do,” you joked. you both just took a shower, his hair hasn’t been affected by the bed hair- yet.

he hissed when his hair was pulled whenever you comb out a knot in his hair. “this is why i only do kenma’s hair, the rest of you nekoma boys either have no hair or hair that’s impossible to change the shape.” “hair wasn’t meant to be shaped!” kuroo pouts.

you both actually had a fun time with this. singing along to songs, quoting vines, it was therapeutic. his hair was ready to style and you moved in front to face him. you had some fun making weird hairstyles.

the iconic 90′s boy middle parting/curtain hair. he checked how he looked and physically gagged. “hey this is similar to kenma’s hair!” you bonked his head. “i look like a divorced professor who overworks his students.”

a man bun? he digged the style, would do it again. a low ponytail? he felt like a butler. not in a good way. but honestly he didn’t care about what hairstyle it was, you were so gentle with him, he could call asleep. you were excited to try the aesthetic bangs in braids on him- he looked ridiculous. every hairstyle ended with a laugh. still, he thought you were so cool for being able to make all these.

pigtails? you both wheezed at each other. “what is this?!” kuroo had his hyena laugh on. “you look adorable tetsu!” “i look like a poor reaction of gretel from hansel and gretel, please.”

“let me do your hair!” kuroo made you sit down as he took two hairties. “do you have the facilities for that big man?” you asked, worried you were about to be scalped. “i have an older sister, yes i do.”

he poorly tied on some loose pigtails for you so that you’d match him. “oh gosh,” you covered your mouth. “A for effort right?” kuroo smirked. “A for how much my head hurts for such loose ties?”

you both laughed it off and looked at all of the dorky selfies for all of the hairstyles you did on him. all of those photos going onto your social media, people wish they had a relationship like yours.

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