#always take care of yourself (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

[hnwd]

10, 11, 12

The ask number ;

10. would you say you’re an emotional person?

11. what do you consider to be romance?

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

Hewwwo syxadel (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

10. For the first one, I would say no, I'm a pretty reserved person, and my impassive expression doesn't help xD After I tend to be a little more emotional in the presence of close friends or at home (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠).

11. Hmmmmmm romance can be as much hue as there are people, it can be unexpected, spicy or sweet, secret or difficult. As long as two people are bonded to each other, the whole path between them is romance in itself. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

And in fiction, you can break down all the walls you want, rewrite the story an infinite number of times with various characters, a progressive romance or not, it's so exciting (≧▽≦)!

I'm getting a little away from the question I think xD

12. Taking care of yourself is the most important advice of all, it applies as much irl as on the internet, taking time for yourself, resting is very important.

We are more fragile beings than we think and many people underestimate the impact of fatigue and stress.

On the internet, do not hesitate to block anything that makes you uncomfortable, you do not hurt anyone and above all you protect yourself, whether it is an account or tags, do not hesitate, it will not give you anything good to make you uncomfortable. Your family and friends can always help you feel better, but remember that you are the best person to help yourself. (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

There are many ways to relax! Doing your hobby, rolling around in the duvet listening to lofi, going out with friends, what makes you smile is the most important thing in your life and it's helpful 🤍

[rivalswrites]

HELLO Could you do headcanons with Magik, Lin Lie and anyone you want with a reader who has ice powers? I LOVE YOUR BLOCK PLEASE KEEP DOING THIS🙏����🙏🏻🙏🏻

How they are with your ice powers!

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

My first request (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Masterlist

Having mystical powers isn't anything new to Illyana, but she won't treat anyone any differently because they do or don't have magical abilities. Her whole life she's been around mutants, so it's something she's used too.

With that said, she doesn't at all mind your powers- and in fact, even enjoys them sometimes. They're very useful to her, in battle and in everyday life. Useful as in she appreciated them and wants to keep you close for that extra support, not so she can straight up use you as a puppet.

Being basically the queen of hell, and just how she is in general, Illyana tends to run a bit on the hotter side, even when it's freezing out. Like a portable heater. And in all honesty? She likes it when you use your ice powers on or around her, the coldness is a nice comparison to how she usually is.

And, in battle she enjoys watching you freeze people, it makes her smile at the funnier moments that happen. She takes advantage of people being frozen, easier targets and all that, but also uses the ice as a distraction for her to come up behind people.

Overall: Illyana appreciates your company, and tends to try and keep you around. Not just for the ice powers, obviously, but they're a bonus.

Ice is nothing new to him, having been on a team with Luna (who famously has ice powers too), but that doesn't mean he pushes your powers off to the side just because he's seen it before.

He actually enjoys seeing what you do with them, how differently you use them compared to how he's seen them be used. Training goes well with him, oftentimes he likes to watch as you practice whatever it is you do with your powers. He likes watching people train, to see if he can incorporate it into his own skills (though there's not much he can do since he doesn't have ice powers).

Sometimes he asks for you to make Ice targets for him to train on.

In battle he tries to stick by you, but he's a very mobile person so it's not always easy. He does check up on you though. Don't take it as something offensive, he knows you and take care of yourself- those enemies didn't freeze themselves- he's just worried about you, as he does with all his friends.

After a long day of whatever it is you two did- be it training, fighting, or even just doing chores- he enjoys sharing a chilled drink with you; courtesy of you. If you fought or trained, he finds it funny that you make his own icepack for him to put on his sore muscles or any bruises he got.

Overall: Lin has no issue with it, and really enjoys being in your company. He knows when he's training for has gotten hurt, he can come to you for help, and he really likes that.

[themissinghand]

Hello..I hope you have a wonderful day..I'm glad to see you..Can I ask Sung Jinwoo x cheerful female reader..Reader met Jinwoo for the first time when he was still E rank..Reader fell in love with him first ..She is always by Jinwoo's side when Jinwoo is always looked down upon by others.She also helps Jinwoo financially because she want to help him as much as possible.And the Reader meets Jinwoo's younger sister, Jinah and straight up says 'please let me marry your brother'..(Surely the situation will be lively with the behavior of both of them .(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)..)..Jinah like aa okay??...Reader must be surprised when they see Jinwoo's new look.Reader be like: 'Where is my baby boy!!!.. As far as I know about he, he doesn't have a twin!!” dramatically…

Okay... Thank you... Take care of yourself(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠).. Hope you are not stressed by my request.. Bye-bye(⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)..

Solo Leveling: Little King, Big King

Summary: In which Jinwoo will always be your little king, even if puberty hits him hard.

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x cheerful F! Reader

Note: Such a cute request! As well, thanks for your patience, sorry that I took so long! 

Warning: None! 

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“What is a kid doing here?”

Jinwoo perks up when he hears someone approach him. He turns around, seeing a taller girl staring at him with a cheeky smile. 

“Heya! Are you okay? Are you lost? How old are you?” She bombarded him with questions, and Jinwoo felt overwhelmed by her curiosity. Were she from another team? Probably, he had never met her before. 

“Hold on. You’re hurt.” She pulls out a potion, and without giving Jinwoo time to react, she immediately gave it to him. 

“Drink little guy. Next time, don’t wander into a dungeon by yourself alright? It’s dangerous.” 

“I’m 16.” Jinwoo deadpanned, and she gasped dramatically. 

“No way, me too!” She cheered, and Jinwoo sweatdropped at her cheerful personality. 

“Hold on, drink first. Then I’ll take you with me! You’re from the other team right? They abandoned you here? What a crazy bunch of adults!” Her words spew out of her easily, making Jinwoo a bit flustered in keeping up with her speed. Instead, he only nodded absentmindly, staring at the potion in his hand.

“Drink up little guy. What are you waiting for? Big sister will help you.” She grinned, and waited for him. 

Big sister? We're literally the same age.

Seeing her insistence, he drank the potion anyway, feeling his injuries and fatigue wash away.

“Now you look better! Come on, I’ll help you get back to your family.” She extended her hand that was also full of calluses. Was she also working like him?

“My name is (L/N) (Y/N)! What’s your name?” 

“...Sung Jinwoo.” He accepted her hand, and she shakes his hand firmly. 

“I finally met someone my age in the dungeons!” She then started leading the way, leading him away from his team who had already abandoned him, and toward another group of people. 

“I’m a gunslinger by the way, so I use guns. I’m only a C-rank though, but I have good eyes like a scout! What about you?” He flinches when she asked, and he felt ashamed of his own weakness. 

“I’m an E-rank hunter.” Jinwoo pull apart, feeling the embarrassment settle in, and he didn’t dare to look up at (Y/N), after all, she probably is disappointed-

“Okay, do you want to come with me?” Despite it all, your cheerful expression did not falter. 

Well, it’s better than here. 

Jinwoo took your hand without looking back.

Jinwoo was used to the judging eyes and disapproving looks. 

So he was bewildered to see you blissfully walk past them without a single care in the world. 

Were you just simply ignorant? 

“Ignore them. They’re always gonna judge others and put us down.” Jinwoo felt a squeeze.

“I know how you feel.” Jinwoo wondered what expression you have now, and when you turned around, you had a gentle smile on your face. 

“Come on, I’ll treat you to some convenient store food. I’m starving and I earned enough.” 

Jinwoo followed her into the store, and watched her skip and twirl until she stopped in front of instant ramen. Then, she shoved it towards him. 

Before Jinwoo could say anything, she patted his shoulder. 

“At times like this, we have to stick together! Just because we poor, doesn’t mean we’re a doormat!” 

Jinwoo blinked, but he couldn’t hold back his laugh. 

“Aww, you’re so cute when you laugh! Like a teddy bear!” Her compliment made him blush and hide away, but she didn’t stop pestering him about it until they finally got their ramen ready to eat.

“Hey, add my number, you’re in a tough spot right?” Jinwoo flinches, feeling shame, but seeing your concerned face, he felt relieved. 

“I’ll help you, and when you grow up, you can pay me back! Promise?” Sticking out your pinky like a child, you grinned brightly. 

Jinwoo could only smile gratefully, before locking pinkies. 

There and then, a promise was made.

“Mom! Jinwoo-oppa got fried chicken for us! And he brought a friend over!” 

It’s been a couple of months since that promise, and to his surprise, you didn't break the promise. In fact, you supported him...a lot.

“Oh dear, you didn’t have to.” 

“Nice to meet you Auntie, my name is (L/N) (Y/N), and this one's on me. Don’t worry!” 

“You’re too sweet, but we can’t-” 

“It’s okay! Jinwoo helped me a lot, so this is me paying him back!” 

JInwoo watched as you debated with his mom, going back and forth until his mom gave in with a smile. 

Before he knew it, everyone gathered around the table and began digging in. Soon, Jinah began bombarding you with questions, such as how you met, and-

“Do you like my oppa?” 

“Of course I do! I’ll marry him when I grow up!” 

Jinwoo froze in embarrassment, while his mom was simply a little bit surprised, before a cheeky and playful look replaced it quickly, just like his little sister. 

“Really?” 

“Yep! He’s the cutest boy I’ve ever met! He’s so sweet and cuddly like a teddy bear-” Jinwoo slaps a hand over your mouth while his face remains bright red. 

He felt your lips move still, as if joking or teasing him. 

He felt questioning and teasing stares from his family, and he knew that they would never let this go. 

One meal turned into multiple, until your presence became a norm at his little home. 

“Auntie! I got you and Jinah some skincare! You have to try this!” And your relationship with his mom and sister has grown a lot. 

A little too much. 

“Aigoo, you didn’t have to buy something so expensive for us.” 

“It’s okay Auntie! You always make me delicious food!” 

“Oppa.” Dazed, it took Jinwoo a moment to direct his attention to his sister, who had her arms crossed.

“When are you going to marry (Y/N)-unnie?” 

“W-What?!” She rolled her eyes at him. 

“You better marry her soon or else someone is gonna steal her away!” His sister gives him a little pat of encourage before she runs off towards you and his mom and joining in on the skincare talk. 

He watches as you turn towards him and gave a cheeky little grin before you were tackled into a hug by Jinah. 

Can you really ask you for marriage? Does he have the right to ask you when he’s still this weak? He still needs to rely on you to survive. 

He can’t, at least not now. 

When he grows up, Jinwoo promises to pay you back and protect you. 

He just hopes that day will come soon. 

“Jinwoo!”

He can’t die now. 

Even if his vision is blurred by blood or if hope is nothing but a bitter dream. 

He won’t die here. 

“Jinwoo?” 

Just as surprised as you were, Jinwoo noticed that he was much taller than you now. He chuckled, noticing how you seemed very confused as you peaked around him, as if analyzing and trying to figure out what is going on. 

“Jinwoo doesn’t have a twin right…?”

“(Y/N), it’s me.” 

It took a moment for you to process before you held his arms as your eyes turned glossy. Jinwoo panicked as he saw you were going to cry, until you suddenly squeeze his cheeks. 

“Where did my cute teddy bear go! I mean you’re still handsome but...my little king!” He felt a harsh tug and he stumbled forward into your arms. 

“How did puberty hit you this hard!? Was it because you were cursed and then after you woke up from a coma, you finally were able to grow?” 

What is this? Some cliche manhwa plot? 

Jinwoo pull you apart easily, shocking you again, but instead he pulls you into a hug. 

“Don’t worry, I’m still your teddy bear.” 

“But you’re too big for me to spoon you now!” Jinwoo bursts out laughing at your pouting face which is full of disappointment. 

“(Y/N), I’ll spoon you.” Before you could say another word, he holds your hand tightly. 

“(Y/N), remember our promise long ago?” You nod slowly, clearly missing his old self. 

“I’ll protect you, and pay you back for everything you did for me and my family.” 

“You don’t have to-” 

“It’s a promise, and we pinky promised it.” 

“Not fair! How come your puppy eyes are still the same even when you’re big!” You playfully cross your arms, before a cheeky grin appeared on your lips. 

“Fine, treat me to fried chicken okay?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Let me spoon you?” Jinwoo laughs. 

“If you can.” He ruffles your hair, making you jump and punch him playfully. 

“Jinwoo! This is why I like your little version better! At least he was cute and he listens to me-” Jinwoo pulls you closer by the waist, making you yelp by instinct. 

“Am I still not cute?” You push him away. 

“You’re handsome, not cute. There’s a difference.” Jinwoo smirks when he sees you turn away with a blush on your cheeks. 

“Unnie, you can just marry him and then when you have children, there will be mini-versions of him again!” 

“Jinah!” 

JInwoo laughs, that actually doesn’t sound too bad. 

[sweetverine]

could you do something with logan comforting a crying reader?

bad day | 2013!logan

warnings : pure fluff, nothing else, established relationship, pet names (logan calls reader sweetheart baby and sugar), written with logan in wolverine 2013 in mind.

a/n : i hope it's something like what you were hoping for anon, i really like soft logan i guess. i hope to write more stuff like this in the future, i need logan to take care of me!!!, nothing more, please enjoy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

the cold night hits in the apartment after a long and tiring day, you enter the small apartment slamming the door, logan from the couch observed this strange attitude of yours, he smelled in the air that something was not too right. as you headed straight to your shared room, he raised an eyebrow, this was quite new, not even a hi? how are you? where was your sweet smile? you always greeted him and chatted about each other's day, this was rare.

you entered the room, reluctantly removing your uncomfortable shoes, it didn't take long for you to sink your head into the comfortable pillow, letting the contained tears begin to escape from your eyes, moistening the pillow a little.

logan was quick to appear in the room, approaching the bed with a worried expression. He sits down beside you, the bed sinking under his weight, his large hand moving to your back, caressing it as he whispers, "what happened, sweetheart?” on your ear, trying to get to see your face. “come on, baby.. let me see ya..” He mutters as you get up, Sitting next to him.

your tears seemed to never stop, as you cried logan brushed away the rebellious strands of your hair that stuck to your wet face. "shh… take a deep breath okay? tell me what happened.." he says looking at you with love and understanding. you blinked a few times, trying to calm yourself down, he pulled you on his lap, letting you hide in his neck.

“i'm tired.. it was a long day and things didn't go well today..” you babble between tears, logan sighs as he keeps caressing your hair. “was it that bad baby?” you nod against his neck, his body began to rock you a little, trying to calm you down. it is warm, he is really warm. it is well known that logan james howlett is not a man of too many words, and in situations like this he really didn't know what to say.

you sob a few times before calming down completely, your head was pounding like crazy, like it was being hammered. you were crying inconsolably, it was obvious that it would pass at some point or another. you sighed as you let yourself be carried away by logan's slow rocking, your body snuggled more against his as you dried your tears. “thank you.” your somewhat hoarse voice whispers.

“anytime, sugar.” he says, kissing your forehead, he let you stay on his lap as long as you needed, he loved having you in his arms anyway, your cheeks were red and just like your eyes, your eyelashes were soaked and your lips were swollen. "let’s put on your favorite movie. i’ll grab ya something to eat, and then ya can take a warm shower. ya need to get your mind off this, yeah?” logan looks back at you as he lightly squeezes your arm, a silent gesture of ‘i am here’

he gently pulled you off his lap, sitting you on the bed. you were feeling so much better, you had a boyfriend who actually listened to you and cared about you. you were happy that you had found a man as attentive as him. logan came back with a glass of water. "take this, sweetheart.” he says, handling the glass to you. you drink the water slowly, he sighs and caresses your back. “ya know that i love ya, right?” logan says, looking at you lovingly.

“i love you too, lo.” you mutter, leaving the glass on the nightstand. he plants a soft, warm kiss on your lips. he will always be with you, especially when you need him the most.

[yvesssssssss]

i just found your fics and I love them they're sooo cute!! if i may make a request, do you think you can write some sakadays x readers au of them with regulat jobs? like the jobs Suzuki suggested in the fan book (actor nagumo, writer uzuki, pro wrestler gaku, etc.)? i haven't seen anyone write about it so far lol.

thank you for all your beautiful writing!! keep up the great work :)

Thank you so much!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)I love this idea! Nagumo being a smug actor, Uzuki getting way too serious about his writing, and Gaku causing absolute mayhem in the ring just fits too well.

Natsuki as a baker is so good—imagine him running a bakery with Mafuyu, constantly bickering

Shin as a veterinarian? Perfect. He’d be so good with animals, but also constantly stressed when they don’t listen to him.

And Shishiba? Yeah, he’d 100% have that exhausted Nanami from JJK energy, just done with everyone’s nonsense but still scarily competent.

Hope you like this one ! !(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Nagumo Yoichi (Actor) x You (Makeup Artist)

"Hold still, Nagumo." You press a brush against his face, trying to even out his foundation, but he keeps making exaggerated expressions in the mirror.

"But how else will the world appreciate my range?" he teases, smirking.

You sigh, stepping back to cross your arms. "If you keep moving, you're going to look ridiculous in HD."

Nagumo grins, tilting his head at you. "Even if I look ridiculous, you'll still think I'm handsome, right?"

You shove a powder puff against his cheek. "That's it. Extra setting powder for you."

He laughs, clearly enjoying your attention, but when you step back to admire your work, you catch a rare moment of stillness in him. His golden eyes soften. "You’re good at this," he murmurs. "Makes me want to mess up just so you’ll touch me again."

You roll your eyes, but your heart flutters.

Uzuki Kei (Writer) x You (Editor/Proofreader)

"Uzuki, you can't just kill off half the cast in chapter two."

Uzuki looks at you, completely unfazed. "Why not?"

"Because it’s a romance novel," you stress, pushing the manuscript back toward him. "The readers want emotional development, not mass casualties."

Uzuki leans back, rubbing his temples. "I suppose I could let them survive until chapter five..."

You groan, but he suddenly chuckles, amused by your frustration. "Fine," he says. "I’ll rewrite it." He picks up his pen but then pauses. "You always take this so seriously. You must really care about my work."

You huff, but you can’t deny it. "Of course I do. Someone has to keep you from writing a bloodbath."

A small, rare smile tugs at his lips. "Then I’ll make sure my next story is one you’ll love."

Your breath catches. You wonder if he realizes what he just implied.

Gaku (Pro Wrestler) x You (Physical Therapist)

Gaku groans as you press your hands against his sore shoulder, his muscles tensing under your touch. "Tch. I can take a punch, but this? This is torture."

"You literally threw a guy out of the ring yesterday," you deadpan, pressing a bit harder.

"Yeah, but that was fun," he grumbles.

You shake your head, amused. "If you don't take care of your body, you won’t last in the ring."

Gaku peeks at you from under messy strands of hair. "You worried about me?"

You scoff. "I’m worried about my job security. If you get injured, I’m out of work."

He grins, sharp and teasing. "So you do care."

You don’t answer, focusing on kneading out the knots in his muscles, but his smirk stays.

Natsuki Seba (Baker) x You (Frequent Customer)

The smell of fresh pastries fills the air as you step into the small bakery. Behind the counter, Natsuki glances up, brushing flour off his apron. "You again? That’s the third time this week."

You shrug. "Maybe I just like the food."

He narrows his eyes, skeptical. "Or maybe you just like the baker."

Your face warms as you grab a croissant to avoid his gaze. "Don't flatter yourself."

But when you reach for your wallet, he waves you off. "On the house," he says, sliding a neatly wrapped treat toward you.

"You’re playing favorites," you point out.

"Maybe," he admits. "But I don’t do this for just anyone."

Your heart skips a beat. Maybe this bakery visit will turn into a daily habit after all.

Shin Asakura (Veterinarian) x You (Pet Owner)

"Okay, okay, calm down—!" Shin struggles to hold your squirming cat as it lets out an angry hiss. He winces when it swipes at him, barely dodging the claws. "Man, your cat really hates me."

You sigh, watching your pet thrash. "He doesn’t hate you. He just hates shots."

Shin frowns, rubbing the new scratch on his arm. "Doesn’t make me feel any better."

You reach over, gently stroking your cat’s head. The animal immediately relaxes, and Shin stares in disbelief. "Seriously? That’s all it takes?"

You grin. "Guess I have the magic touch."

Shin huffs, shaking his head. "Wish I had that kind of luck with you."

You blink. "Huh?"

His face flushes, and he suddenly turns away, pretending to focus on preparing the vaccine. "Nothing! Just—hold your cat still this time!"

You try to hide your smile as you gently restrain your pet. Maybe you'll have to bring your cat in for checkups more often.

Shishiba (9-to-5 Salaryman) x You (Café Worker)

The bell above the café door chimes as Shishiba walks in, looking like he just escaped from a business meeting. His tie is slightly loosened, and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he orders his usual.

"Long day?" you ask, sliding him his coffee.

He exhales. "You have no idea. Office politics are worse than actual fights."

You chuckle, watching as he stirs his drink lazily. "And yet you come here every day. You must really like our coffee."

Shishiba takes a sip, then looks at you over the rim of his cup. "It’s not just the coffee."

Your breath catches slightly, but before you can react, he leans back with a smirk. "Also, the coffee’s only decent at best."

You narrow your eyes. "You just lost your regular discount."

Shishiba chuckles, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Worth it."

Hyo (Gym Trainer) x You (New Gym Member)

"Alright, show me what you got," Hyo says, arms crossed as he watches you struggle to lift the barbell.

You grit your teeth. "I… got nothing."

Hyo snorts, kneeling beside you. "Yeah, no kidding. You’ve got the strength of a wet noodle."

You groan, letting the bar rest. "Why am I paying you to insult me?"

He grins, tapping your shoulder. "Because I get results. Now, try again—this time, engage your core."

You sigh but follow his instructions. Hyo watches closely, his usual teasing demeanor softening. "There you go. See? Not bad."

You blink at him. "You… actually sound proud."

Hyo shrugs, smirking. "Well, I am the best trainer here." Then he leans in slightly, his voice dropping. "And you’re my favorite client."

Your face warms. "I’m your only client right now."

He laughs. "Still counts."

[yan-lorkai]

Been obsessed with diafam lately and I did see you wrote a few hcs for Lilia being a father figure. Can we get some more? 👀❤️

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Same, darling. Same! I've been having diafam vibes those past days and I feel that with the newest updates you guys are a little excited too, I received quite a few platonic and romantic rqs for them lately (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Lilia spoils you enough, unbearably enough. Lilia likes to match closes with each one of his sons and now with you too, lets you style his hair for him and loves when you infodump him with your newest interest. He remembers everything you said, from a to z, word by word. Though he is that kind of father who drags you to do this and that without asking your opinion, but buys you the tastiest snacks and lets you borrow his phone to play games or something. As soon as you tell him you have a crush on someone, he already knows they're not good enough for you and Lilia lets you know that. He need to get you safe and away from their tainted hands. Otherwise, a very good dad. 100% deserves a "world's best dad" cup.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Silver is calmer and more peaceful to spend time with, despite your father always instigating his brotherly instincts and asking him to protect you and his other siblings, Silver knows that you are capable of taking care of yourself. But he makes it his mission to teach you how to fight if you don't already know, he even teaches you how to fight with a sword, he doesn't want to leave you defenseless if you are in danger and need to defend yourself. Even though he is calm, Silver has his moments, hovering over your shoulder and staring at your friends to the point where it is disconcerting and they feel uncomfortable until they leave. He also likes to take naps with you or on your shoulder, loving the way you play with his hair.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ While Silver is calmer, Sebek is, surprisingly, clingier. He thinks that if Lilia chose you then there is certainly something in you and he spends a lot of time by your side, studying with you, sitting next to you in classes and during lunch, explaining the material if you don't understand and going on errands with you , all while he tries to discover what Lilia saw in you. Whatever it is, Sebek secretly enjoys your presence and protects you from the bad influences that surround you, yelling at them to stay away. Sebek is dedicated to Malleus, but also to you now, as you are the newest addition to his little family.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Malleus as a child hated being isolated in his room, so of course he helps you escape from your room every time Lilia grounds you. He usually takes you sightseeing some ruins and explains to you their stories and how they came to be. Malleus lets you take care of tamagotchi and that's his most precious possession, so you know how much it means to him. The most protective over you, by the way. With a flick of his hands he has your friends running away, afraid of him and the things he can do. But while it's temporary with Silver, with Malleus is definitely. And if you get upset over this, he'll comfort you and explain very condecendently why those were bad people you were letting in your life.

[amalythea]

moonstruck ; birthday event !

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As a way to celebrate me being old and a way for me to get back into writing I decided to host an event! I wrote these prompts like a year ago back on @soleillunne with the help of @starrveill (i love you)

This is a request based event, if you have an idea in mind send me an ask with a prompt, a genre (optional) and a character of your choice.

You can send in as many asks as you want, but only one prompt and character per ask is allowed. So you can ask the same prompt for different characters with multiple asks.

I will delete any request that's against my rules and just make me uncomfortable in general. If you have any questions about the characters I write for please don't hesitate to ask.

I will tag this post and each post related to this one with "moonstruck!", and the event will get its own masterlist. I don't know when I will close the event, but I will announce when I do.

Below are the prompts, go crazy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

1. “don't smile at me like that!”

2. “may i have this dance?” “well, if you insist.”

3. “stop moving, i'm almost done!”

4. “well, if i tell you it wouldn't be a secret.”

5. “the moon is beautiful, isn't it?”

6. “i wouldn't wanna fight you. you're pretty feisty.”

7. “your eyes are always on them.” “…are they? I haven’t noticed.”

8. “do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

9. “are you sure you're okay? your face seems a little red.”

10. “...on the bright side, we'll know how not to cook next time.”

11. “you're my favorite person.”

12. “close the curtains! my eyes are burning!” “don’t you think you’ve slept in long enough, you little vampire?”

13. “here.” ”what are you doing?” “giving you my jacket. cover yourself up, people are staring.” (bonus: “…are you sure you’re not the one staring?”)

14. “how… do you understand my feelings so well?” “…because i’d been in your place once”

15. “i love you. now say it back.” “please— stop talking, save it till we get you help—” “say it back—” “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me—”

16. “dont miss me too much, okay?”

17. “tell me what i can do for you.” “stay.”

18. “wait! don't go... not yet.”

19. “i swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

20. “how do you make the pain go away?”

21. “you feel like home to me.”

22. “it's okay to cry, you know.”

23. “you're acting like my mom.” “shut up and let me take care of you.”

24. “i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me.”

25. “in your darkest moments, I'll be your guiding light.”

30. “you're exhausted, honey.”

31. “can i have another blanket?” “do you really think that’s a good idea, love?”

32. “come over here; let me patch you up.”

33. “how do you do it?” “do what?” “make me feel alive.”

34. “i have no idea how i got through my days before i met you.”

35. “what do you feel when you're with me?” “when i'm with you... i feel at peace.”

36. “you lied to me. was i just a pawn in your game? the easiest one you can discard?”

37. “you make me feel so alone.”

38. “i don't know what to do without you.”

39. “make sure it kills me.”

40. “i love you, until the end of the world.”

41. “you had your chance.”

42. “wait for me, will you?”

43. “i don't want to go.”

44. “i'm sorry, have we met before?”

45. “it's okay, you can let go.”

46. “i can't help but wonder if you ever truly loved me.”

47. “given your history, i should have known better.”

48. “you made a promise.”

49. “in the end, I was just a stepping stone in your path to success, wasn't I?”

50. “i can't trust you anymore, not after what you did.”

51. “…please don’t come any closer.” “why not?” “i don’t want to hurt you.” “who said you would?”

52. “people always leave, so why should it be any different now?” “what if i told you that i never planned on leaving? not now, not ever?”

53. “the only thing that makes every ounce of pain worth enduring is you.”

54. “i love you too much to stay away, and I wouldn't wish for anything less than to spend an eternity by your side.”

55. “the day i lose you is the day that i lose everything.”

56. “please don't go... i love you.” “...i wish i could believe that.”

57. “i'm sorry. you deserve so much more than this, and i can't even give you that, no matter how much i want to.”

58. “do you know the difference between history and you?” “what?” “history is the past, but you’re my future.” “…oh my god.”

59. “now remember, you don’t need to apologize for things you aren’t responsible for, okay?” “okay! i’m sorry!” “…i literally just said not to apologize.” “sorry..” “damn it. we’re gonna have to work on that a bit more.”

60. “i’m sure the feeling won’t last, but let me hold onto you a little bit longer before i go.”

Bonus: send me a prompt/lyrics of your choice!

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moonstruck — unable to think or act normally, especially as a result of being in love.

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[ch3rriiii-bunn]

I'm here again (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I was thinking of headcanons for the hantengu clones with a black s/o

Like I see aizetsu as a boob man, he just likes the feel of a boob and they are soft and he likes to suck on em he likes resting his head on your chest, wants to fuck your titties

Sekido is a lil bitch and likes your ass, he stares at it intensely but also smacks it very hard just to watch it move, sit on him trust me he will be so thankful, he won't show it though, once got the balls to ask if he can try anal with you

Karaku, horny mf likes your thighs, they squish and mush, he likes the feel of it (and he wants you to crush him with them) will also fuck your thighs (ain't that a bonus)

Urogi likes everything about you, your ass, your thighs and your boobs, although he likes the squishy parts of you and he's always eager to touch you in some way (it can be nsfw or not when he touches) but he likes you for you

Plus it wont matter since he fucks you anyways

Well I just came to share some things about this cause it has been in my mind eating me alive and I wanted to see your own headcanons on this 🙏🏾

Tits, ass or all?

LITERALLY WE HAVE THE SAME HEADCANONS AJDHEJD but since u asked for mine here's a very detailed version I got carried away with 🙈🙈🙈

Warnings: fem!reader, mention of stretch marks, chubby reader, cellulite, body worship, spanking, praising, marking/possessiveness, size differences (?)

Aizetsu

Aizetsu holds your boobs for comfort more than you do. He's not picky with the size, but what matters most is that you'd let him touch and hold your boobs whenever he wants

Aizetsu is too shy to admit this but when your boobs are tender around the time of your period he'd offer to message them which dose feel rexlaing to you but he's only doing it for his own pleasure to have his large hands on your breasts. He also loves how your veins show on your boobs

Aizetsu likes to randomly put his face between your boobs. Your demon slayer uniform had your chest exposed like mitsuri so when he sees you come back to the house where him and his brother live at he'll go to you and shove his face first then wrap his arms around you not caring if people are looking or not

Aizetsu will lay on your boobs a lot for comfort, but it always ends up sexual no matter how many times he apologizes. He won't take your unform off, instead he'll just move it enough to have your boobs exposed and gulp at how your nipples will harden from his touch and even his staring "I'm sorry y/n... j-just give me a few minutes."  Liar

Aizetsu purposely forgets when you tell him not to leave marks on your boobs. So when you scold him for still leaving marks, he frowns more than usual. "But y/n... what if those other male slayers look at your boobs? I need to show everyone your mine... even if I have to have my marks here.."

Aizetsu will get on top of you and holds your boobs together himself as he slips his cock between them, stroking it between your boobs being a moaning mess. "Your boobs are just so soft a-and so pretty" his voice becomes broken moans "your boobs are going to look s-so much prettier when I cum on them, stick out your tounge, that's it. Good girl" he throws his head back, feeling your warm tounge touch his tip each time he thrusts making him cum on your boobs and mouth moments later

Aizetsu loves to watch your boobs when his hips snap hard fucking his cock deep inside you. When you cover your boobs to stop the intense bouncing they make he'll grab both your wrist and pin them above your head "please don't hide yourself from me. You're so pretty, so beautiful I love seeing how these beautiful tits bounce when I fuck you. Your nipples are so hard for me too" he sucks on them "be a good girl and cum on my cock" he'll say while sucking on your boobs

Sekido

Sekido was furious with your demon slayer uniform when you guys first started going out. "What kind of perverted human makes you wear this? The skirt is way to short I'll kill him" he said but after some time he Forbid you to wear pants since he had a obsession for your ass and loves how your skirt showed your ass when you'd bend over

Sekido will never admit he loves your ass but won't deny that he isn't obsessed with it. He would always ask you to pick up unnecessary things for him and be in the right place just to stare at you from behind, looking at your skirt ride up just enough to see the underline of your ass. "Don't pull down your skirt when you pick that up. No one's looking, " he'll say, but it's him looking, having his eyes locked on your ass

Sekido will get "mad" at you and "punish you," but it's just to have a reason for him to slap your ass and that's the only place he'll slap you. When he slaps your ass he'll watch as your butt jiggles, and he makes sure to slap each cheek. "Sekido, that hurt!" You pout lifting up your skirt to see a redness "humph. Stop being a baby it wasn't that hard, " he'll say, but spank your ass again

Sekido would pull you back to him and rub your butt with his hand after he spanks it and giving your ass little squeezes. "It's your fault. Don't make me angry like that again, " he'll say, but have a smirk on his face

Sekido secretly loves it when you surprise him by not wearing any panties. There will be times where you will come into your shared room with him, sit on his lap when he's sitting on a chair and write your report for the demon slayer core but not have any panties on

Sekido will take notice when he feels your bare ass on him. He won't say anything but lift up your skirt and watch his cock grow against your ass. He'll have you ride his cock, reverse cowgirl style and watch when you jump on his cock or bend you over the desk snapping his hips harshly while spanking your ass "don't you have a fucking report to write?" He asked and spanks your ass hard "get to it. Y/n"

Sekido always cums on your ass, he likes to watch his cum run down from your ass to your legs

Karaku

Karaku has no shame when he talks about his physical attraction to a person, and that's the thighs. When he started dating you, he loved how your unform was designed as shorts for the bottom. That way, he could see your plumbed thighs

Karaku will actually get upset if you wore the regular pants like what most demon slayers have on. "Karaku, I only have these on because it's cold. I still have a job to do, " you said,"so!? I like seeing your thighs jiggle every time you step... these pants hide that!"

Karaku never minded the cellulite on your thighs and would make some very unsettling threats about anyone who would think badly about them. He'll even trace his nail over them, which would always make you jump and shiver, but it always brought a smirk on his face

Karaku found it fun to always grab the back of your thighs when you stood up and put his hand on your thighs when you sat down since he love how your thighs spread out when you sat down even on his lap

Karaku loved having his head between between your thighs. Most boyfriends would lay on your chest or stomach for comfort, but for Karaku, it was lying between your thighs. You could be reading a book or just laying down, and Karaku would lay between your legs in silence and even wrap your legs in a criss cross way to lock his head between your thighs

Karaku will call out when you're in the mood when his head is rested between your thighs and will turn around, taking off your panties and going down on you. "Feels good, princess? I know it does. " Karaku will hold your hands when he eats you out because he loves it when your thighs lock his head in when you're close

Karaku loves to leave marks on your thighs. "What? Are you worried your slayer friends will find out your fuckin a demon? Don't worry princess I'll leave my marks right here" he'll say trailing his fangs to your inner thighs and leaving his fangs marks and love bites there

Urogi

Urogi almost lost his mind when you came to him with a new unform. Your uniform had your chest exposed, arms exposed, and you had on a skirt with slits at the sides. He says this often, but he loves it when you're confident about your body since he found you very attractive both in the face and body

Urogi was never the jealous type when it came to your physical appearance since he knew other men in the demon slayer core would fond over you because of the stories you'd tell him. "Well, I can fight, so I'll just fly high and drop them down from the sky." he'll laugh

Urogi's big claws take up a good amount of your body. When he puts his claws on your sides, he'll examine your body, holding you still and moving his claws up and down. "Are you done yet?" You giggled, and he chuckled, "nope. Need more time to feel you"

Urogi's sharp talons will rome on your body but mainly your love handles, tracing out the lines of your stretch marks and is very grabby when it comes to your love handles. You can tell when his touch is innocent and when it's not because when he's in the mood he won't tell you, you'll just know from how he touches and kiss you "if you want to do it just say so" you'd spit out but too shy to say you want it too "what about you baby? Your thighs are squeezing on my claw. You won't let me go, " he'll chuckle

Urogi worships your body. Before fucking you he'll always kiss your body from your lips all the way down to your legs, praising you each time. "You're so fucking gorgeous" he kisses "my pretty slayer" another kiss "let me make you feel good baby, spread yourself for me. Good girl look how wet this pussy is for me~"

Urogi likes to have you riding his cock but always loves to give you a hand by placing his claws on your ass and moans deeply from how your pussy clenches around his cock. "I'm hitting the right spot aren't I? My cock is so deep inside you you can't help but squeeze me can't you" he whispers in your ear and nibbles on your neck

Urogi will let out a surprised moan when your hands are on his broad muscular back and you accidentally grip onto his wings "Fuck~ not the wings" he'll grab your ass harder thrusting his hips up into you, filling you up with his cum.

[honestly-mad-person]

PUNISHMENT

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) WARNINGS: jealous, kissing, fondling, oral sex, moaning, sex, orgasm, swearing.

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Characters: Zayne/ fem!reader

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Annotation: This is my first fanfic in a long time. I hope you enjoy reading it. It's a translation from the original language, so I apologize for any mistakes I made.

(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Synopsis: You escape from the hospital in the middle of the night because you are afraid of hospitals, but you are caught.

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Once again, you disobeyed your doctor's orders and decided to sneak out of the hospital at night. Everything was going great until you were blinded by headlights and the soft sound of an engine as you left the hospital in the darkness of night. Frightened as a deer, you froze when you heard the door open and the sound of footsteps coming your way.

— I knew you'd run away, – Zayne's cold voice said as he walked toward you.

Suddenly, shivers ran down your spine. You clenched your hands and prepared to feel the wrath of your hospital.

— I just went out to get some fresh air! – You sounded uncertain when you met Zayne's eyes.

— It's already 1:00 AM, you know? – his eyes reflected his disbelief at your pathetic excuse.

— Yes... – you whimpered, looking down.

The cold night air caressed your neck, causing another wave of shivering. You see him approach you, taking confident steps toward you. His fingers were on your chin, and with a sharp movement, he forced you to raise your head to meet his gaze.

The expression on his face made you shrink even more, biting the inside of your cheek.

His eyebrows, furrowed, came together on the bridge of his nose, and his gaze, directed directly into your soul, caused new waves of goosebumps to spread through your body.

— You're not a good liar, – Zayne said calmly, but with a hint of irritation, examining your face for a few seconds, his eyes wandering from your eyes to your lips. – You could have refused hospitalization right away, like I said.

Thinking back to the time you snuck into the hospital after catching a cold from the draft, avoiding Zayne, you still failed. As you sat in Dr. Grayson's office, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the doorway.

— I hope he doesn't see me, – you thought, trying to hide your face.

Seeing this reaction, Dr. Grayson smiled gently.

— You don't have to worry about Zayne's anger... As a doctor, he rarely cares as much about his patients as you do. In any case, he'll just grumble, that's all.

— I-I know, Dr. Grayson, – your voice was quiet for fear of being seen.

Looking down at your hands in your lap, you intertwined your fingers, imagining Zayne's face if he found out you were sick. He has enough to worry about at work, so you didn't want to worry him with such trivialities.

— Still, I'd recommend that you stay in the hospital for additional observation, – Dr. Grayson shook his head and looked at the tests again, – for your safety.

You understood what the doctor meant. Touching your chest, you tried to feel your own heartbeat.

— I can't stay here, doctor… – your eyes went up to the doctor, begging him to think of something else.

Grayson's eyebrows rose up in surprise for a few seconds, and after clearing his throat, he looked down at the sheet of paper in his hands, which was directed over your shoulder.

— And yet, I insist on hospitalization, – he replied, exhaling.

— But I...

— Yeah, we can't force you to stay here, – Zayne's voice sounded cold as ice behind you.

Twitching, you turned your head to meet his gaze. As always, he was serious and demanding.

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a few beats.

— It's not as serious as you think, Dr. Zayne, – you defended yourself, feeling your heart beat faster under his gaze.

— Of course I believe you, – he replied, walking over to the table and taking your test results, "which we doctors can understand.

His words made your chest pang.

— I didn't mean that...

Your gaze was still riveted on his face. Even from the side, you could feel his strength, watching his jaw clench and his muscles stand out slightly. Eyes down, you waited meekly for him to speak.

— Dr. Grayson is right about you being hospitalized, – Zayne said sharply, handing the sheet back to Grayson.

His voice sounded a little different than usual. As if he was irritated, but you weren't sure what the reason was. Or maybe you were imagining it.

Without another word, he turned around and walked out of the office without looking at you.

Your heart went cold in your chest as you watched him disappear around the corner, and with a sigh, you turned your gaze to Dr. Grayson.

— I've never seen him so serious… – he said, shaking his head.

For a moment, you saw the corner of his lips turn up, but it was only a moment.

— O-okay... If that's really necessary… – your voice sounded hoarse and you immediately coughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

— I'm glad to hear that, – Dr. Grayson smiled warmly, nodding his head. – A nurse will escort you to the hospital.

Standing up from the chair, you looked at the doctor one last time, while your mind raced with thoughts of running away from this place tonight.

— It's... my health, – you answered him and left the office.

And now, trying to leave the hospital unnoticed in the middle of the night, you were caught by someone who caused waves of different emotions in your body.

— Well… – you muttered almost audibly, trying to look at anything but Zayne's piercing gaze.

Letting go of your chin, he actually ordered you:

— Get in the car, it's the doctor's order, – he turned and walked to the car without looking at you.

Running away from him now would have been very stupid, because sooner or later they would have met in his office. He was your doctor, and because of your job, you had to undergo medical examinations that were approved by his signature. Lowering your head as if before an execution, you followed him in, and when Zayne opened the door for you to sit down, your gaze lingered on his face for a second. Tense and serious.

The car was warm, the smell of his cologne was pleasant, and you shivered as the cold of the night released you from his arms. Your hands, which had managed to freeze, slowly warmed up as you followed the tall figure in front of you as he stepped into the headlights. The door opened and Zayne was behind the wheel. His hand was on the steering wheel, the other on the gear knob, and with a sharp movement, he got the car moving.

The atmosphere in the cabin was very heavy. The soft light from the dashboard illuminated your faces. You sat there, hardly breathing, feeling Zayne's strange aura. You didn't even try to ask where he was taking you.

Your eyes fell to his hands, which were skillfully steering the car. Large, strong, and well-shaped, they mesmerized you, allowing you to relax for a while. You watched the tendons in his arms move, the veins standing out, casting a faint shadow. You realized that he was holding the steering wheel too tightly.

Tilting your head, you turned your gaze to his face. In the dim light, you could still make out his expression. He was even more gloomy than he had been during the day, and it was obvious.

The muscles in his jaw moved again as he let out:

— Why are you looking at me like that?

Shuddering, you looked at the road, biting your lip and pressing your back against the seat, wanting to dissolve.

— Nothing, just like that...

Without answering, Zayne continued to watch the road. T felt a jolt forward and looked at the speedometer and frowned. It was moving up to 130 kilometers per hour rather quickly.

— Zayne? – you said his name softly and looked at him. – That's fast...

— Don't worry, the road is clear now, – he replied shortly, his voice calm and cool.

— Where are you going in such a hurry?

He didn't say anything, and you saw the muscles in his jaw play again and his Adam's apple turn.

You drove in silence all the way to your final destination, and when you saw your house in front of you, your heart fluttered.

— We're here, – Zayne stated dryly, turning off the engine and getting out of the car.

He opened the door, letting you out into the chill of the night, which made you shiver. Another chill ran down your neck and you coughed. As soon as you did, Zayne's cold gaze bore into you.

— It's just a cough, nothing to worry about...

— Yeah, – his hand grabbed your wrist and Zayne pulled you toward the entrance, – don't stand here and get yourself into more trouble.

You followed him, feeling his firm grip on your arm. His fingers were loosely wrapped around it, squeezing it tightly enough that you couldn't escape if you thought about it.

— Zayne? – you asked, standing in front of the door of the house.

— Open the door, – he said in his low, raspy voice.

You wondered what he was up to as you put the key in the lock and turned it to open the door. Soon enough, you found yourself standing together at the door of your quarters. Zayne nodded silently toward the door, not taking his eyes off you.

Strangely, this made a faint ripple in your stomach.

Crossing the threshold of the apartment, Zayne closed the door, still looking at you like a hungry man looking at a piece of bread.

He took two steps closer to you and furrowed his brow, looking into your eyes. Your body began to shake slightly under his gaze. Licking your dry lips, you wait for what will happen next.

— Tell me why I found you in Grayson's office today, – his voice sounded lower than usual with the same hint of irritation.

— I didn't want to bother you with my cold… – you look away from him, feeling guilty for being sick. – I heard you had a couple of emergency surgeries that day, so...

Suddenly, you felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close. You were literally pressed together so tightly that you could feel his heartbeat with your palms, which instinctively came between the two of you.

Zayne leaned in and the hot air of his breath on your ear made you shiver.

— How could you think that, huh? – he wheezed, his lips barely touching your ear. – No matter how many surgeries I've performed, I'll always have time for you.

Your eyes widened at his words and a blush appeared on your face. Zayne's voice echoed in your mind, and after realizing the reason for his behavior, your heart beat faster.

— Were you upset today because I was in the hospital for a cold or because I was with a different doctor than you? – you said quietly, looking down at your hands still resting on Zayne's broad chest.

— Both, – he answered shortly, holding your body tighter to his.

For a second, you stopped breathing, feeling a tickle inside your stomach. Still feeling his warm breath on your skin, you silently spread your fingers, stroking his chest. At this small gesture, you felt Zayne twitch slightly, and his arms tightened around your waist.

You were afraid that if this went on, it was very likely that your own doctor would break you in half.

— Z-zayne, not so hard… – you muttered, and gently pressed your hands against his chest, trying to push him away.

He tightened his arms even more, not answering. Breathing became difficult and panicked, you turned to him again.

— Zayne, please! – you squeaked, feeling his arms begin to loosen.

Exhaling a sigh of relief, you closed your eyes for a second, feeling him lift his head from your shoulder and meeting his eyes. Slowly, you did the same. When your eyes met his, you held your breath for a moment. You saw a glint of something strange in his pupils that you hadn't noticed before. What was it?

Your hands went up to his neck and touched his cool skin, gently pulling him to you, closing the distance between you. You could literally feel his breath on your lips, see him looking at you through half-closed eyelashes and his fingers roaming over your back, gently caressing it.

— Zayne… – your voice was soft and quiet. – You always take care of me, even when you're exhausted...

Your eyes closed and your lips touched his, merging in a gentle kiss. You could hear his deep and muffled moan coming from his throat. The feeling of warmth on your lips spread throughout your body. You felt his tongue brush over them, and without further ado, your lips opened, letting him in. Your tongues danced, intertwining and making wet sounds.

Zayne's arms tightened around your waist, causing a new wave of goosebumps to form on your skin and then you felt warmth spreading down your stomach.

When you broke the kiss, you looked into his eyes. They were no longer cold and prickly. They were now sparkling with desire. Looking down, you glanced at his lips, which were slightly parted.

Zayne exhaled loudly and pulled your lips into a kiss again. This time, more greedy and lustful. Now, he brazenly took possession of your mouth, exploring every inch of it, moving his tongue inexorably.

This made you breathless, your legs went soft, and sensing this, he picked you up, holding you by the waist. Instinctively, you clung to him with your arms and legs.

His lips left you alone only when your back was against the couch. Opening your eyes, you saw Zayne hovering overhead and slowly let go of him, running your fingers around his neck. Smiling, you kept your gaze on his eyes.

— I'm going to see Dr. Zayne more often and only him, – you said, getting comfortable.

You felt him between your legs, felt him trying not to press against you. Again, his muscles played on his face as he nodded silently in response to your words. You pulled him close again. Your lips merged once more in a kiss and you moaned softly as you felt his fingers slide under your shirt, touching your skin. His fingers trailed down his torso, noting how tense he was now.

Suddenly, Zayne pulls away from you and looks into your eyes, trying to breathe steadily.

— We should stop this now.

— But why? – without thinking, this question comes out of your mouth.

— You... You might regret it if we continue… – Zayne's voice was hoarse and quiet, enough to send a wave of shivers down your spine.

— No… – you whispered, your hips rising so that you could barely press against him.

Even so, you could feel the fabric of his pants stretching, not to mention how wet your own panties were.

Looking down at his neck, your face turned red.

— I won't regret it, because it's you... – seemingly ordinary words, but now they were the trigger for both of them.

— Are you sure? – Zayne asked, burning your neck with his hot breath.

— Yes, – you squeaked out, tilting your head to give him more room to move.

Zayne's lips softly touched your neck, and soon you felt his teeth close around it. You squeak and arch up, your fingers tightening around his shoulders.

— Zayne... please… – your eyes closed for a moment as you whimpered.

He immediately pulled away and his tongue ran over the bite, causing a new wave of trembling. Resting one hand on the couch, he reached under your shirt again with the other. His fingers confidently found their way up to your breasts and when they found what they were looking for, they forced your body to arch to meet them. His hand came over your tit and slowly squeezed it, teasingly.

The warmth in your lower abdomen became even more palpable and, shuddering once again, you felt your own juice flowing out of you. This made your face flush even more with shame.

Soon after, hearing Zayne's guttural moan, you feel him pull away from you. You open your eyes, which are clouded with desire, and watch as he deftly undoes the buttons on your shirt. His gaze is still serious and it makes you smile at the corner of your lips. Every time his fingers touched your skin, you arched your back.

You could see his reaction when his hands twitched slightly and the muscles in his face moved.

— Zayne… – you whispered, putting your hand on top of his and meeting his eyes, – I'm so happy you didn't let me run away.

His eyes widened for a moment, but after a second they narrowed again, boring into you with a hungry gaze.

— I'm also... very glad I didn't let you do that, – he undid the last button and, with your help, took off your shirt and threw it to the floor, ran his fingers down your neck, between your breasts, touching your bra and shaking his head, looked up at you.

Soon, your breathing became ragged again, and moans escaped your lips. Zayne removed your bra and sent it to the floor with your shirt, and then he pressed his lips to your neck again, going lower.

Sinking your fingers into his hair, your body arched as his fingers squeezed your nipple, which was already quite swollen, as he covered your skin with kisses, inch by inch.

When his fingers replaced his mouth, you tilted your head back, biting your lip and gripping his hair tighter.

— Too sensitive around here, aren't you? – Zayne's voice teased.

Your thoughts were already jumbled and you barely understood what he was saying. Your heart was pounding in your throat, and your body was shaking.

— Zayne, please... Ah, more… – you whispered, your body arching to meet him.

He didn't need to be told twice, so he eagerly sucked on your nipple, caressing it with the tip of his tongue. Feeling his hot lips, the way his saliva covered your swollen skin, you couldn't hold back your moans mixed with whimpers. Your hips moved unsuccessfully, trying to find the point of connection with Zayne.

— You need to wait a little longer, – he said, turning his attention to the other nipple. – Consider this your punishment for your behavior today.

With a pitiful groan, you looked at Zayne, at the way he was absorbing every inch of your sensitive area, the way his fingers caressed your saliva-soaked nipple, and the way he deliberately kept away from your pelvis, ignoring your efforts to rub against it.

— Ah, Zayne, I said I was sorry… – you groaned, your vision blurring and your body trembling with an overwhelming desire that ate you up from the inside out.

— You always apologize and then you disobey your doctor's orders again, – he replied, moving away from your nipple and kissing your skin, moving down to your stomach.

— Zayne. I swear, I will follow your every order! Honestly! – you felt his kisses on your skin and arched your back to meet him.

— I don't believe it, – he replied briefly, and then sat down and unzipped your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, watching the thin thread of your arousal stretching across the fabric, soon breaking.

— Are you already so wet from just kissing me? – Zayne said, watching as you squeezed your legs together, shielding your pussy from his gaze.

Zayne's hands went to your knees and in one motion, he forced you to spread your legs, making you squeal and feel dizzy.

— Are you so ashamed that you're trying to fight your desires? – his fingers moved between her lips, collecting the juices with their tips and brushing against her swollen clit, Zayne brought them to his lips, licking up your secretions.

Feeling his fingers down there, where you needed him, your eyes rolled back at that brief pleasure, causing you to moan. Breathing heavily, you watched as he licked his fingers steadily, tasting you.

— Zayne, please... Please have mercy on me, please… – you whimpered, raising your hips, looking at his face and then at his hands.

Watching your actions, Zayne parted his lips and moaned gutturally. His gaze, which had been eating you whole, now stopped between your legs. A vein appeared in his neck from how much you needed him, and swallowing hard, he looked up at you.

It made your body shudder. There was something strange about his gaze, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it because your thoughts were jumbled with growing desire.

Zayne's hands went around your waist and with one jerk, he pulled your body closer to him, making you squeak again.

With trembling hands, you touched his hands that were squeezing you and whispered again:

— Zayne... Please... Please do something to me... I need you so bad... Please…

Zayne didn't let you finish, leaning in for a greedy kiss before his free hand slipped between your bodies and rested on your sensitive nub. While his powerful tongue dominated your mouth, his fingers wandered between your lips, rubbing your secretions. When the fingertips came across your clit, your body arched and the moans that escaped your chest disappeared into a deep kiss.

Your breathing was getting harder and your head was spinning, but your arms were wrapped tightly around Zayne's neck, not wanting to let go. When he broke the kiss, the thoughts in your head finally turned to mush. The only thing you understood and wanted at that moment was Zayne. You needed him.

— Tell me what you want me to do to you, – his voice sounded hoarse above your ear, causing goosebumps, but you didn't hear him.

All your attention was focused on his fingers moving around your clit, deliberately avoiding the entrance. Zayne's light bite on your shoulder brought you to your senses and you looked up at him with a blurry gaze and moaned.

— Zayne...

— I want to hear your voice, speak, – his eyes looked at you as if you were a tasty morsel he was about to eat.

— You… – you wheezed, your berdas already rubbing against his fingers, wanting him to enter your hot womb.

— One more time, – he ordered, kissing your shoulder, letting out a strangled moan.

It was obvious that he was finding it increasingly difficult to control his erection, but it was not impossible. He wanted to make sure that his beloved patient would realize her mistakes and not disobey his orders anymore, and then he would give them both what they needed right now.

— Speak! – Zayne growled, clamping his teeth down on your nipple.

It made you cry out loud, arching and trembling.

— I want you! I want you so bad! So bad! I'll do anything you say, just please... Let me feel you inside me, please… – you begged, barely holding back tears at how Zayne was torturing you so heartlessly now.

— Should I believe your words? – Zayne asked as he slowly moved down your body, kissing your skin.

— Yes! I will! I promise! – the cry of need burst from your chest and with every kiss Zayne gave you, you flowed even more.

Your body moved to meet his lips. Removing his fingers, which had been slowly moving around your clit until then, Zayne looked up at you, crazy with desire.

— Don't forget this, princess, – with these words he plunged between your legs and his tongue confidently passed between your folds, licking your juices. As it rose to the top, the tip touched your clit, causing lightning to flash through your body. Your fingers sank back into his black hair, pressing against him.

— Fuck... Zayne, ahh... – you moaned as his lips gently wrapped around your clit, sucking on it.

The tip of his tongue caressed your pearl sensuously and tenderly, causing your legs to tremble. You could feel how eagerly he was pressing against you, how he was making eights.

The pleasure of his movements tightened in your lower abdomen. Zayne reached down and touched your clit with the tip of his nose and entered you with his tongue, feeling your heat inside. In an instant, he threw your legs over his shoulders and squeezed your hips tightly, penetrating you deeper and deeper each time.

In a symphony of your moans mixed with incoherent mumbling and ragged breathing, you gripped his hair tighter, leaning against him.

He shifted his position again, returning his lips to your clit and freeing one hand, his finger penetrated your womb, causing you to shiver again.

Immediately after he penetrated you, he added another finger, forcing you to arch up. Feeling his movements inside you, stretching you, his tongue diligently caressing your clit, you felt on the edge.

— Zayne! I.... I'm cuming soon! Mhh! – arching under his actions, feeling him accelerate inside, your eyes rolled with pleasure and you were almost cumming when he abruptly pulled away from you, pulling his fingers out.

Whimpering loudly, you wriggled against him, letting go of his hair.

— Zayne... Please, I want to cum! – you cried out, looking up at him, your eyes lustful and dark with desire.

— This is your punishment for disobedience, take it for granted, – he replied, and stood up from the couch while his hands began to quickly and impatiently pull off his clothes.

All you could do was watch as Zayne exposed his torso, then pulled down his pants and boxers. For a split second, as you focused your gaze, you noticed a wet spot on the fabric. Your breathing became faster as your gaze settled on his erect dick, with a swollen vein visible on the shaft.

Its size seemed to be too much for you, and you looked into his eyes with desire and fear at the same time.

Catching your gaze, Zayne closed his eyes and returned to the couch, nestled between your legs, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

— Don't worry, princess... I'll try to make the discomfort go away quickly… – as a doctor, he knew pain was inevitable, so he didn't lie to her face.

Your eyelashes fluttered as Zayne touched your forehead and a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt a hot cock touch your thigh.

— M–may I? – you asked hoarsely, looking up at him as his hand slipped between your bodies.

— I'd be happy to.. – Zayne whispered in your ear, leaning his elbows on the couch, feeling your fingers wrap around his cock and guide it into your womb.

He was doing his best not to enter you himself, patiently waiting for you to do so. Lowering yourself a little, you wrapped your legs around his waist and when the head touched your hole, you joined in sync. Feeling Zayne slowly push himself inside, plunging his head in, you both moaned.

— You're so tight, my God… – he moaned in your ear and after a few seconds of standing still, he continued to penetrate you.

— Ah! It's too big! – you screamed, your nails digging into his back, leaving new, red stripes among the many tightened scars.

— Bear with me, princess… – his brow furrowed at the pain he had caused you, but he was doing his best to make you get used to him as quickly as possible.

Feeling how tight it was inside of you and how you were shivering and sobbing while he was inside of you, Zayne lifted his head and looked into your eyes, filled with tears that were about to spill down your cheeks, his lips touched yours, giving you a gentle kiss.

Soon, Zayne started moving and the pain turned into pleasure with every friction of his cock against your walls.

— Do you feel better? – he asked as he penetrated you so deeply that his head hit your cervix, causing you to moan and arch your back.

— Y-yes... Zayne, please... Please... Move, please! – you wrapped your arms around him, wanting to press against him even harder, to absorb him inside you, to disintegrate with pleasure.

Listening to your whimpers, he groaned gutturally and you felt his full weight on you as he pinned you to the couch and pounded into you faster and faster each time. With each thrust, Zayne knocked the air out of your lungs, causing your eyes to roll back and forth with the pleasure he was giving you. The bodies, so tightly intertwined together, became sticky with sweat from their proximity.

The room was filled with moans, wet sounds of their bodies hitting each other, and incomprehensible mumbling.

— Zayne, Zayne, Zayne!!! – whispering in his ear, you felt that you were on the verge of pleasure and afraid that he would stop again before she came, her arms became tighter, which made it a little difficult for him to move, but it only made him more excited.

— You're ready to cum, aren't you? – Zayne whispered hotly into your ear and leaned one arm on the couch, his fingers in your hair and clenching the strands tightly in his fist, his tongue tracing your neck, where a vein stood out from the tension. – Cum for me, princess, I want to feel you squeeze me inside, as you cum, do it.

You could barely hear his words, absorbed in the sensations. His movements became stronger, rougher, and faster. The rhythm made your body arch, your muscles clench, and your eyes roll with orgasm.

— Fuck... Yeah, good girl, good girl… – Zayne cursed under his breath, keeping himself from coming from how hard you were squeezing his cock inside you. – But I don't want to stop there.

Without giving you a chance to catch your breath, he grabs your waist, keeping up his pace and sitting on the couch, sitting on top of you.

Your body is shaking too much. You don't know if it's from pleasure or from the coldness you feel from Zayne, because the ability to hold you left you a few minutes ago.

You fell onto his chest, hugging his neck as he squeezed your buttocks tightly, moving your hips with ease. From a new angle, the head of his cock was hitting your sensitive spot, and the way you were arching and pressing against him, you were rubbing your clit against him.

— Fuck, princess... I can't think straight when I'm fucking you like this… – Zayne growled as he lowered himself and began to move his hips, pinning you to him, moving his arm around your waist until his free hand grabbed your hair and yanked it back, forcing you to tilt your head back.

His lips found yours and covered them ruthlessly, as if he were trying to eat you all at once. His tongue moved brazenly in your mouth as you moaned in pleasure, trembling more and more each time. At some point, your body shook violently again and your muscles clenched, forcing Zayne to break the kiss and tilt his head back, clench his teeth, and continue at the same pace.

— Ah, yes, my good girl, good girl… – moaned Zayne, feeling you cumming on his cock again. – One more time, princess... I want you to cum again...

— Ugh… – a hoarse moan escaped your lips as his lips touched your sweaty shoulder.

Speechless, you couldn't say anything and only wrapped your arms around his neck again with trembling, weakened hands.

— You're still so damn tight, princess, – Zayn groaned softly, gripping your waist tighter, moving inside you even more actively than before.

With each stroke, each time, his head seemed to pierce your insides deeper and deeper. A bolt of pleasure suddenly shot through your body, and as you dug your nails into Zayne's shoulders, tears spilled from your eyes.

— Fuck, fuck, fuck! – Zayne moaned in your ear, holding your soft body against him, driving into you so fast that you didn't have the chance to take even the slightest breath. – I love you! More than anything! I love you! Fuck!

His voice mingled with your frantic heartbeat in your ears, with the squelching sounds, the sounds of impacts, and your own hoarse scream when you were able to breathe again. Your head fell back on his shoulder, your heart pounded frantically in your throat, and your body was so sensitive to orgasms that every slight movement Zayne made made your whole body shake.

You were both breathing heavily, clinging to each other. The hot semen that had spurted into your womb was slowly trickling down the shaft of your cock.

Being on the verge of consciousness, you pushed the tip of your nose into his neck with the last of your strength as everything in your eyes went dark.

Feeling you go limp in his arms, Zayne gently stroked your hair as he regained his own breath.

— Oh, princess... Why do you stir my heart so much? – he asked in the silence, closing his eyes for a moment and kissing your forehead.

Looking at your heated but calm face, at the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way you breathed, Zayne closed his eyes.

— I'll always be there for you, – Zayne said, wrapping his fingers around a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen onto your face, and gently picking you up, letting his cock slip out of you.

— And I'll always take care of you, – he kissed your forehead again and carried you to the bathroom to fulfill his promise to you.

[kiriwiwii]

hello! hope you’re having a great day/evening

can you do koga and adonis with a female s/o who is kinda clumsy and reckless please :D

thank you very much 💕

a/n: heyheyy i love writing for undead😈 hope you enjoy this (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

genre: fluff, kinda crack

warnings: kind of a death joke with kaoru🫣

Koga and Adonis with a clumsy and reckless female s/o

koga oogami

okay first of all i love koga i think he'd be such a silly boyfriend

and you being clumsy?? he's gonna get mad at you EVERY SECOND. but it's not like he's angry- he's just. concerned.

before you guys started dating he was annoyed at how careless you can be. some of your behaviors reminded him of second-year rei, but instead of him you were some cute girl.

there was one time where you nearly fell down the stairs and he held you so tight that you thought you were breaking a bone or something.

"BE MORE CAREFUL????" - koga, screaming

"i would've had broken less a bone if i fell down" - you, wrapped around his arms.

everyone in UNDEAD made fun of him for that. literally.

rei keeps teasing koga about the fact that you guys are dating and how much he loves you. koga doesn't deny this of course but he gets soooo embarrassed.

you also tease him. he dies.

ok no he's alive. he's alive and WORRIED. because you accidentally hurt your knee while casually running in the park.

you were just. standing there and laughing. koga ran up to you as fast as he can.

"oh no- what happened?? are you okay?" he hugged you, and took you to a doctor right away.

"how many times do i have to tell you??" he says, looking upset, "you need to be more careful and take care of yourself." he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. no one is around at that moment, and he can be freely affectionate as all he wants.

"but,,, you are here to take care of me" you say to him, giving him a tender smile. "right?"

ah, he is in love with that smile. he doesn't say it aloud but you can clearly see it in his eyes.

"you're annoying, y'know that?" he softly leans in for a kiss, and you take that as a "yes" to your question.

adonis otogari

adonis, he's the sweetest!

he thinks of himself as the luckiest man alive to have a girlfriend like you ^^

although your carefree personality often makes him nervous, he got used to it.. kinda.

he's such a considerate boyfriend. he always looks after you, checking if your clumsiness would result with you hurting yourself or similiar things to that.

that's rarely the case but he's still worrying a lot- even if you make a reckless move as a joke, sometimes he can't figure it out and ends up being concerned about you.

like that time when you just made a joke about pushing kaoru off from the balcony (thumbs up)

"Um.. [name]. I think you need to be more careful. If you do that, we will be in big trouble. What would I do if you get in jail...?" - adonis

"waIT WHAT ABOUT ME??" - kaoru, visibly upset

you were just laughing at that point.

adonis enjoys spending time with you no matter what. he actually admires your unique traits. you're very precious to him.

he is always there whenever you call him. even if you did something careless, he'd still be there lending you a hand. his presence is enough to make you feel happy ♡

[ann4zw]

My Perfect Girl.

N/a: Let's start with an apology. Because English is not my native language and I know there can be a lot of mistakes in English. I would appreciate if you could inform me about this error.I've written a thing or two before, but this is the first time I've written something like this and it's about Hayden and one of his characters. I've never written anything NSFW either, but I hope you like it, kisses from Ana. (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Content warnings: NSFW content!! Sam Monroe x reader, mention of drugs (marijuana), explicit sex, characters of legal age.

You were returning from a long walk to clear your head. Before leaving the house, you had a heated fight with your parents. Immersed in a sea of emotions, you found yourself weighed down by the overwhelming weight of being constantly underestimated. His weakened self-esteem reflected the lack of recognition from his family, who inadvertently focused more on expectations and demands than on his true qualities and efforts dedicated to them.

Every benevolent act you performed seemed to disappear in the shadow of family demands, without receiving the praise and recognition it deserved. The constant pressure left you immersed in a feeling of devaluation, as if the light of your achievements were constantly dimmed by the incessant noise of demands.

The bitter melody of lack of recognition echoed in his heart, even as he struggled to provide support and care to those around him.

In the middle of this tumultuous path, his eyes met those of Sam Monroe, his dear neighbor, who was on the porch of his house smoking marijuana. The moon cast a soft light over the scene, and when their eyes met, Sam gave a small wave in his direction. With nothing to lose, you decided to get closer, you didn't want to go home anyway.

"Are you humble enough to share the dram?" he asked, staring at Sam with a smirk as he leaned against the porch. He replied with a sarcastic smile, "I didn't think Miss Perfect was into that kind of thing," but he eventually gave in and shared the joint.

"Perfection is overrated, don't you think? Sometimes we need to escape the pressure and just live." You with a yellow smile as you took the joint to your mouth and took a light drag, you feel Sam watching you as you do so.

"True. Life is complicated enough. Sometimes a break is all we need." Sam responds by changing the direction of his gaze to the moon.

As you share light-hearted laughter and thoughts, the initial tension between you melts away. Sam, more seriously, asks, "What about you? What brought you here on this complicated night?"

You hesitate for a moment but end up deciding to share, once again, what do you have to lose? "Family, expectations... I feel like I'm always trying to meet their demands, but it's never enough."

Sam looks at you in a way you can't decipher and says. "I understand."

The conversation flows smoothly, and as the joint is shared, a deeper connection is established. You suddenly feel Sam's hand caressing his face, and then you turn your face slightly so you can meet his eyes, oh, those eyes...

"You're so..." he seems to get a little lost for words but ends with "beautiful." you feel a slight fervor on your face when you hear the praise coming from Sam, before you can respond he speaks; "I could kiss you right now." he said with an amused tone as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Then kiss.." I take the courage out of my ass to say that but I'm glad I said it.

Heart racing, hands shaking slightly. I look into Sam's deep eyes, feeling the electric energy between us. With a playful smile on his face, he leans towards me slightly, capturing my lips softly. The kiss starts out soft and tentative, but soon turns into something more intense and passionate. Sam's hands lightly cup his face, while I surrender to the moment, feeling the warmth of his touch and the sweetness of the kiss. It's a magical moment, where the world around you disappears, and you find yourself immersed in the intimacy of this special moment.

Your breathing gets deeper as Sam's kisses send goosebumps across your skin. You feel enveloped by a wave of desire, an intense fire burning within you. With a shaking hand, you caress Sam's face as he continues to explore every inch of your neck. Every touch, every movement, seems to electrify his body, making his senses seem to be on edge, completely surrendered to the overwhelming passion of the moment. Whispers of pleasure escape your lips, and you feel completely enveloped by this intense connection with Sam. The world around you disappears as you give in to the pure emotion of the moment.

With a quick movement, Sam traps you between him and the balcony, holding tight to your waist, while lowering his lips to his neck. You rest your hand on the back of his neck, lightly pulling his dyed black hair, feeling his body react with heat and fervor to the hot kiss that Sam places on his neck. His every touch is like a flame that ignites his skin, taking you to a state of ecstasy and complete surrender to the fiery moment you share.

Your breathing gets deeper as Sam's kisses send goosebumps across your skin. You feel enveloped by a wave of desire, an intense fire burning within you. Every touch, every movement, seems to electrify your body, making your senses seem to be on edge. Whispers of pleasure escape your lips, and you feel completely enveloped by this intense connection with Sam. The world around you disappears as you give in to the pure emotion of the moment.

Sam suddenly stops the kisses, and you look at him with a confused look. "We can't do that here, pretty." he says. You have a great idea and look at him with a mischievous smile. He soon returns the smile, curious about what is going on in your mind, and his eyes shine brightly as he waits to find out what you are planning.

With a quick, purposeful movement, you grab Sam's hand and pull him towards your house. As soon as you enter the main door, you hear murmurs coming from the kitchen, where your parents are busy with some activity that you don't even care about. Sam understands the situation and gives you a knowing look, smiling with admiration for your determined manner. Without hesitation, you lead him to his room.

As soon as they enter the room, Sam acts quickly by pressing you against the door and sharing a passionate kiss with you. You can feel his warm, calloused hands smooth your ass and then give them a firm squeeze. You push him gently, leading Sam to the bed.

"What's the plan now?" Sam asks, giving him a curious look.

You respond with a mischievous smile, "Well, I guess we'll make this moment even more interesting." Kneeling in front of him, he adds, "What do you think?" Sam picks up on the suggestion and returns the look with a mischievous smile, understanding perfectly. With agility, you unbuckle Sam's belt, taking his cock out. It was bigger than thick, it was red and with pulsing veins, which only increased his desire to shove it down his throat.

You then place his red head on your lips, sucking it like it's candy. Sam's loud moans fill the room as he throws his head back. With confidence, you welcome him completely into your mouth, making skillful back and forth movements, intensifying the connection between you while maintaining eye contact with Sam, you watch him moan, with his mouth half open, his forehead sweaty. You just smile, thinking if that's all for you.

Sam moans praise, saying: "Such a beautiful girl, such a delicious mouth..." When he tries to put his hand on his head to maintain a rhythm, you intensify the suction, forcing him to place his hands on the bed for support. and avoid collapsing in the face of the intensity of the moment.

Sam's chest rose and fell, his moans echoing in the room, you increase the suction even more and begin to massage his sensitive balls as well. "Pretty, I'm going to cum.." Sam's moans took on a desperate tone, he needed to cum. Sam began to moan his name repeatedly, increasingly euphoric, as if the words were a visceral expression of pleasure. The room echoed with your moans, he tries to push your head so you can let his cock free from your mouth but you hold your thighs tightly, feeling hot ropes of sperm in your throat, you swallow everything that Sam pours for you, without stop sucking him even more, even though he has already cum..

"honey, that's too much." He moans loudly from overstimulation as you continue working with his sensitive cock, he tries to push you away but he is out of strength from his recent orgasm. “pretty, I don’t…” a loud moan escapes his lips as he tries to stammer out the words. "I can't take it-" his breathing becomes even faster as he moans even louder, giving rise to his second orgasm. You insist on taking him until the last drop that comes out of that beautiful cock.

When you're sure you've done it, you slowly back away as you watch Sam recover. He looks at you with a mischievous smile on his face. "My God, you're perfect," Sam said with an amused tone and a hoarse voice, revealing a mixture of surprise and admiration. In response, you smile and go on top of him, fishing his lips in a wet kiss, sharing the taste of your own cock and cum with him. “You taste so good,” you say in a whisper as you continue to kiss Sam, sucking and biting his lower lips. Sam ran his hands over your body, taking off your clothes while you enjoyed his mouth with the best kiss you've ever tasted.

"I think mine comes from making you moan, don't you think?" He says with a smile, laying you down on the bed, climbing on top of you and running his tongue over your nipple, sucking it like a baby in search of your breast milk. Brushing his dick against your soaked entrance, he lifts his head to look at you and says, “Ready?” He asks with a horny smile, before you can respond, Sam shoves his entire length into your hungry hole, making you scream in a loud moan, the stretch giving you a pain that makes you arch your back. "Oops, it slipped.." he says with an amused tone. "I-Idiot.." you moan and he runs his finger across your lips. "Be quiet, pretty, you don't want your parents to come here, do you?" Sam teases and you remember that your parents are home, damn it, you completely forgot about that, but you have something more important to think about right now.

He immediately grabbed her hand and began to thrust hard and fast, dragging his tongue down her throat to her breasts and sucking them. Sam took his hand and lifted his head to lick his ear, speaking very softly in his ear. "Okay, pretty? I can do this all day." In response to his provocation, you let out an extremely loud moan, Sam covered your mouth and spoke. "Noisy bitch." He says with a mocking smile on his face. Sam kissed you, groping your breasts and pinching your nipples, making you shudder.

"Ah, pretty", he says between moans, "You're a complete mess, so perfect... my perfect girl."

He pulls you into a wet, dirty kiss and you whimper, drooling on his lips, your eyelashes fluttering as they touch your clit.

"Taking my dick so well with that perfect pussy.." He kisses you on the neck, giving light hickeys, never stopping to thrust hard inside you, reaching your sweetest spot, it doesn't take long for you to feel a familiar sensation in your core. "Sam.. I'm going to cum!" You say with a moan, your back arching as your chest rose and fell. Sam, upon hearing his words, pulls your legs to rest them on his shoulder and starts thrusting uncontrollably, making you scream even more, the impact noise of the meat hitting each other was loud and echoed throughout the room. “cum for me, perfect girl, pour your delicious honey on my dick” He says teasingly in your ear, he knows the effects it has on you. As you feel the knot in your core break, you moan Sam's name as you spill your cum onto his cock, after a few thrusts, Sam does the same to your pussy.

After the moment of ecstasy, Sam collapsed next to him, the bed serving as a silent witness to their shared emotions. Both tried to catch their breath, their sweaty bodies revealing the intensity of the encounter. The room, which had been too noisy, was now filled with silence, just the subtle echo of intertwined breaths, as tiredness transformed into a comforting feeling of shared intimacy.

Sam's gaze finds his pussy, which was dripping with both of your cum, and a smile forms on his lips. “Look at this,” he says looking at you, his lips find yours tenderly, he holds your chin gently. "You're perfect," he says, each word filled with appreciation. The intimacy of the moment transcends words, leaving only the sweet melody of shared connection in the air. "My perfect girl." , gently stroking your abdomen as he strokes your hair.

Sam looks at you with a smile after the shared moment. "Do you always have that amazing smile after a moment like that?"

"Maybe it's your ability to bring smiles." You respond jokingly.

Sam laughs softly, appreciating the answer.

"Well, I can only thank you for the inspiration. How do you feel now?" He asks and you reflect on the moment, expressing your feelings. "Like I'm floating on clouds, what about you?"

Sam shares the same sentiment. "The same. I think we managed to create something special here." Both recognize the uniqueness of the moment.

"Definitely."

As you enjoyed each other's caresses, a sound of footsteps echoes down the stairs, making you quickly look at Sam.

"Sam, you locked the door didn't you?" Sam looks at you confused, and for a brief moment, you share a look of mutual surprise.

"What? I thought you locked it."

[ryotono]

More Hashira/Pillars and [Y/N] and much more love help

Hope you enjoy! ;)

[Y/N]: hello baby

Obanai: are you insulting me?

[Y/N]: ofc i'm insulting you, look at your height

Giyuu: you know you're not much taller than him, right?

[Y/N]: don't betray me like that

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Mitsuri: Don't compare her to sunshine and roses, when she's clearly orchid's and moonlight!

[Y/N]: she's a bitch

Mitsuri: that too, but that's not the point!

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In the fight against Upper Moon one:

[Y/N] to Kokushibo: If bad, why so hot

Sanemi: [Y/N] wtf

Gyomei: God bless this poor soul, and they horrible likes for men

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X to Kamaboko Squad: thank gods your guys make in time ah- Why are you in pajamas?

Tanjiro: we were at a sleepover party!

X: right, where's the hashira [Y/N]?

Zenitsu: we were at a sleepover party with [Y/N]

[Y/N] running in a among us pajamas: I'M HERE

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[Y/N]: it would be to wrong if i say i want to smash your father?

Rengoku, smiling: ... WHAT?

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[Y/N]: tell me why, your hands, are cold...

Shinobu: Cold hands may be caused by simply being in a cold room or other chilly environment. Cold hands are often a sign that your body is trying to maintain its regular body temperature. Always having cold hands, however, could mean there's a problem with your blood flow or the blood vessels in your hands.

[Y/N]: oh

Shinobu: but my hands are cold because your not holding them

[Y/N]: oh!

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Hashira/Pillars reacting to [Y/N] saying "I protect you don't worry!"

Giyuu, who already killed the demons: alright dear

Mitsuri, who also killed the demons: ah! I will protect you too [Y/N]! ♡

Rengoku: NOT IF A PROTECT YOU FIRST! >:D

Shinobu: thank you [Y/N], but take care of yourself first ^^

Uzui: you? protect me? HA, I doubt it ( you actually protect him, he's amazed by that)

Gyomei, who ALSO already killed the demons: thank you my dear

Muichiro: okay ( he likes )

Obanai: As if you could do that ( he likes too, very much actually)

Sanemi: YOU CAN'T EVEN PROTECT YOURSELF, YOUR ALMOST GOT SHOT ( he's shy, give him a break ;)

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Demon: this is your end, Hashira!

[Y/N]: wait pls don't kill, you will never know what's rhyme with chupacabra

Demon: ... what?

[Y/N] pointing a gun: abracadabra

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Uzui and his wife's: tell me why, your hands, are cold...

[Y/N] single ass: oh mah gawd, CORNY! lame booo!

[Y/N] start throwing things: tomatoes tomatoes tomatoes

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Uzui: hey, there you are partner

Rengoku: sorry I'm late i was busy doing stuff

Uzui: what stuff

[Y/N]: I'm stuff

Uzui:

Rengoku:

Uzui: EYYY

[Y/N]: EYYYYY

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[Y/N]: that's sad (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Uzui: what was that

[Y/N]: (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠)⁠！

Uzui: [Y/N] this is a verbal communication, how are you doing this?

[Y/N]: ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Uzui: [Y/N]????

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Rengoku: (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Mitsuri: (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[Y/N]: (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Muichiro: (⁠ー⁠_⁠ー⁠゛⁠)

Uzui: WHAT THE F*CK IS HAPPENING????

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Sanemi: sometimes, I am scared of you going to fight all those demons

Sanemi: but then i'm think " it's okay, [Y/N] going to make it"

[Y/N]: aww because you believe in me?

Sanemi: no, because Satan don't want you bothering him, you dumb shit

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[Y/N] and Giyuu cuddling:

Obanai: disgusting

Mitsuri: aw they so cute

Obanai: yes very cute mitsuri you right you always are

[Y/N] in the distance : what a simp

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Extra!

X: What do you think about the Hashira [Y/N]?

Giyuu: they cool ( he loves you, and thanks you for not treating him like everyone else)

Gyomei: a good soul, loud and chaotic but good ( you remind him his kids )

Mitsuri: [Y/N] is adorable, I love when we met and eat together, and talk about a lot of things! ( we love you too Mitsu bae )

Muichiro: we watch the clouds together ( he likes your company, you are like a older sibling to him)

Obanai: Kaburamaru likes them, I don't know why ( bcs you like them too your gremlin )

Rengoku: THEY HAVE A STRONG SPIRIT! ( he admires you, yeaaah the flame boy admires you and ofc love u too)

Sanemi: I hate them ( translation: I tolerate them )

Uzui: EYYYY- sorry they are the only one who match's my amazing style! ( Partners in crime )

GUESS WHO IS POSTING AT A NORMAL TIME NOT 3AM? HAHAHA

Anyway, that's as kinda short sorry for this

And thank for all you support, I love you all ♡ :')

Hope you Enjoyed!

[ English is actually not my first language, so I'm sorry for any misspelling or errors!]

[arlestial]

hi hi! im not sure if you write for the characters but can i request kuon, nagi and chigiri with an s/o who plays volleyball(or any sport other than soccer) take ur time with requests too (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

❝on the court !❞

synopsis : Volley-ball is your passion. Between bruised knees, strapped fingers and aching limbs, your boyfriend is your biggest fan.

pairing : Kuon Wataru, Seishiro Nagi, Chigiri Hyoma x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none, just fluff and comfort (Tiny descriptions of injuries and blood, but not too graphic !)

word count : 750~ words

author-note : Hi, anon ! I hope you’re doing okay outta here 💗 I’m sorry for the late writing, I hope you’ll still appreciate it. You don’t know how much I love this request !! I’m a volleyball player, so it was extremely fun to write :) And don’t worry, I write for everyone (even if I don’t really like Kuon bruh). Thank you for your request, take care of yourself ♡

CHIGIRI HYOMA is the most supportive boyfriend out of the three. He finds volleyball super interesting, and he’s a fast-learner ! He asked you multiple times to teach him some movements and things about volleyball, but you always declined, too worried about his knee and what could happen to him. But he insisted, over and over again, until you finally agreed with a sigh, a small smile displayed on your face. Chigiri enjoys these small moments of intimacy between you two : and gosh, your gentle and soft touches on his arms when trying to correct his posture to dig, sent shivers down his spine. He comes to your matches every. single. time. (if he’s free, of course, because Blue Lock’s taking a lot of his time, unfortunately), a huge, proud grin on his face as he saw you celebrating your victory with your teammates. You look so good with your hair tied (he’s the one who tied them for you, short or long hair, he doesn’t care, don’t want them to disturb you while you’re playing, do we ?) and your game jersey, he can’t help but takes a picture of this specific moment and making it his wallpaper. When you both come home from your game, you’re going to be treated like royalty. Running you a bath ? Bet. Cooking your favorite plate ? Obviously ! (He’s gonna try, no promises, though). Helping you stretch ? You name it, he’s doing it.

"I’m proud of you, baby.", he whispered, kissing your temple while you were both in the bathtub; surrounded by warm and relaxing water. He looked at your tense shoulders, gentle hands massaging them. "Want me to kiss it better ?"

NAGI SEISHIRO always finishs with bruised fingers, muttering under his breath how your sport sucks and is painful. A real crybaby. And he immediately asks you, in return, to cuddle with him, since he’s too injured to do anything else (you literally hurt his fingers, he can’t play properly anymore ?? You’ve got some audacity.). He definitely prefers to play with his feet, so it’s, unfortunately, extremely hard to train with him around. He told you he won’t play volleyball with you ever again (too much efforts anyway), and definitely refuses to see any match with you. But when you come home with several hematomas, therapy straps around your fingers, he just lets out a deep, disapproving sigh, immediately walking towards you and turning off his phone. He takes your hand in his, pressing gentle and soft kisses on your bruised knuckles and fingers tips, before engulfing you in a bear hug. It often leads with cuddles on the couch, both of you lying on the soft pillows, legs tangled together. Nagi always wake-up, carrying you to bed with a huff, as carefully as possible. When you’re peacefully sleeping in your shared bed, he sits down next to you, smoothly playing with some strands of your hair. These are the only times he’s going to be the big spoon; gently embracing you from behind with his toned arms, not wanting to harm you even more. Nuzzling in your neck, and peppering it with butterfly kisses as he joined you in your oh-so-deserved sleep. The following morning, you were smiling like a dork when you saw Nagi with two tickets in his hand : he bought places for the two of you to a volleyball match, a professional game, with the top-ranked players all around the world.

"Sei’, you didn’t ?!"

"I did. But don’t think I like your lil’ sport or something. Just thought you would like it."

"I definitely like it. Thank you, Sei. I love you so much."

He bit his inside cheek to keep a smile from crawling its way to his lips.

KUON WATARU took interest in your sport rather quickly, his face distorted in pain when he saw professional players receiving a 120kph ball with their forearms, without any protection. He’s always asking so much questions, such as "why aren’t they wearing knee pads ?? He’s gonna burn his skin, he’s dumb", or "your teammate should’ve sent you the ball. There wasn’t any opponent where you were, it was a stupid idea to send the ball on the left… yeah, there was a - what’s the name again ? - oh yeah, a middle ready to block them." He’s constantly judging other players, putting you on a pedestal. You’re the best player in the world in his eyes, and no one can change his mind. He’s always urging you to buy new knee & elbow pads when they’re a slightly bit damaged (actually, he’s not urging you to buy them. He’s directly buying them for you), he doesn’t want to take any risk when it comes to your safety or your body health. Speaking of body health, he’s the one who’s going to patch you up after each practice, scolding you for your lack of caring towards your own body. But he actually likes to play beach volleyball with you, you two make a good team ! He’s proud to brag about your volleyball skills to his friends each time he has the opportunity to do so.

"Good serve, babe !" You ran to Wataru to celebrate his fresh ace, the opponents sighing because of their mistake. You kissed his cheek, proud.

"The student has surpassed the teacher, I guess", he answered with a cocky grin.

"Clearly not."

[moonswolfie]

Hihi this is my first time requesting this but can you do 1. for your event kenma and hinata please thank youu!! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) (gn!reader and please take your time since this request is..quite early hehe)

Kenma x gn!reader, Hinata x gn!reader (seperately)

prompt: Opposites attract

OHOHOOO i had something like that in mind for both of these boys already outside of the event but this makes things easier!!

these are a little shorter and already have an established relationship in hinata's so I hope that's fine by you!!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝Hinata Shoyo

"Mmm." you hummed in response to the wild story that Hinata was explaining to you. At first, Hinata was a bit bothered by your little hums and short responses, but now he knew that you were always listening and did care about what he was telling you.

He never expected to fall for someone like you, but life is full of surprises. People are often surprised when they find out that you're dating, too.

He's the one doing most of the talking, as per usual. If you had to pick one thing you would listen to for the rest of your life, it would be Hinata's voice. Even though you seem straight-faced and cold at first, you deeply care for the people you love and are completely enamoured by Hinata.

Despite wanting to stay in your room and read that one faithful evening, your friends dragged you to one of Karasuno's matches. You really felt moved by Hinata's movements and abilities, there was certainly something special about him. Atleast to you.

You felt the need to congratulate him on his performance in the match the next day. It took quite a bit of convincing from your friends to do it, but the way his face lit up was worth it.

And things just kind of... progressed from there.

You really clicked with Hinata, despite your opposing natures. Maybe it was just his natural charm that you can't get enough of. Or his squishable cheeks.

"Are you okay? You've been staring at me with a weird face for like... 3 minutes now?" Hinata tilted his head.

"Mm." you nodded slightly, subconsciously smiling without even noticing. Normally you would feel a bit embarrased after being caught spacing out, but you feel so natural and calm around him that it just doesn't happen.

"Oh my god, you just smiled!!" Hinata really regretted not having his phone on hand to snap a pic of you at that moment. Your smile was a really rare, but very very welcome occurence.

"Ah..." your cheeks flushed slightly and you looked away. Hinata tends to affect you like that a lot.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝Kozume Kenma

He watched you pass him by with your group of friends. You were smiling brightly and chatting away as usual.

He doesn't know why or how it happens, but he always finds himself staring at you for way longer than he should be. There's just something that's so... entrancing about your smile, your face, the way you carry yourself.

You're a social butterfly, through and through, wearing bright, colorful clothes and accesories without a care in the world.

It bothered him that he's falling for you out of all people. How would he even approach you with people constantly around you, anyways?

It was almost like you were friends with everyone in the school. Probably even Kuroo.

"Yo, Kenma. What are you looking at?" He flinched when he felt his shoulder being poked, quickly taking his eyes off you to find Kuroo smirking at him.

"...Nothing." he quickly took out his PSP, hoping Kuroo didn't notice he was staring at you specifically.

"Hmmm, they are dressed quite brightly for being "nothing". Does the school even allow such a colorful vest?" Kuroo knew he busted Kenma when he flinched slightly once more.

Oh no, this is the worst case scenario. "Don't tell anyone..." he murmured.

"Don't tell anyone what? That you like their clothes? Or...." Kuroo's smirk widened, humming in feigned innocence.

Oh, curse having a childhood friend who can tell the little things about you. "Yeah, yeah, I have a crush, so what..." Kenma furrowed his brows, glancing at you one last time.

"Well well well... nah, I'm actually really happy for you."

currently obsessed with catallena by orange caramel🥰

[str4ngr]

So don't know if you do school au's or not but this is for your 800 followers prompt board.May ask this with other fandoms

Fluff 2. bully x nerd

headcanon or ramble of your thoughts whatever works for you

But if it could be with the twist of the reader being the bully. More of the smart, manipulative, sit back and watch "If I have other people to do my dirty work, why get my hands dirty myself?(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧" Type. Y'know

Maybe runs a delinquent gang korac (korack?spelling's hard) or 141. ¯⁠\⁠(⁠°⁠_⁠o⁠)⁠/⁠¯ idk feel free to take and leave what you want.

Character ideas:

Teacher's pet/nerd!Kyle who reader "asks"orders to let them see there notes after class behind the school "I wanna see how the top of the class organized all that info into one sheet of paper🥺", only too burn it in front of him with a lighter. later rubbing it in once the next test scores come through with a disappointing look from mr.price and a 67 return grade.

Dumb jock!Johnny who reader calls "soap" because he needs a bath.

Quiet kid!Simon that is as important as a ghost in the day time, Aka not.(To reader at least)

Pushover!könig that reader makes do all their heavy lifting bc "I'm the brain an your the bron, you'd be nowhere without me🤭"

History teacher!Mr.Price that can't prove that it's reader that is pulling the strings behind that sweet model student mask they put on.

I just need more mean reader 😭. Maybe reader find it amusing that someone like them is able to be picked on and that's why they bully them.

Have a lovely rest of your day

your majesty.

t.f.141 & könig. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive[?], obsession, foul language, age difference, mentions of bullying/hazing, college au, gn! reader. wc: 812. notes: kind of not x reader, idk. this is longgggg. also idk how to resolve this so it's like lowkey mid-story type shit. not proofread.

being the ball and staff holder of your little college was real fun. no body here really cared for your classes or your degrees, besides, going to those parties with too much alcohol and only one drinker, circulating those bloody-face pictures, and sending dares through burners, was far, far, more worth while.

professor price

obvi gonna make this a college au

i think his first instinct would to go after your underlings/ the physical perpetrators.

he wouldnt be able to catch them without evidence, but he would keep a close eye.

he observes them during any class he lectures of can sneak into but doesnt notice a direct connection between the victims and the bullies. many were in different classes, majors, floors, buildings, but there was always someone.

you.

attractive, intelligent, and charismatic, the idea of you being associated with this vicious bullying left a bitter stain on his tongue. but price couldnt deny it. you were always there. never missed a day of class, never missed a beat in taking your usual seat in the lecture hall of neither the front not back.

price goes home that day with a tug of war on his mind. he wasnt sure what to do. he could say, yes, you were there, but you werent when kyle was dragged to the back hallway.

he became almost obsessed, enthralled by the idea of, maybe, just maybe. it was a hard game.

you grinned to yourself as you stared at the newly "earned" money in your hands. you grinned knowing 'your' top grades were yours. you grinned because someone noticed, and now it was all the more fun. it was a long, long stretch. a bloody dance of two double-edged swords fighting for a purpose of neither justice or protection. truly just the adrenaline.

kiss-ass kyle.

kyle was almost helpless at the sidelines, chased down, mocked, and cheated.

"kyle, your grades have been falling, is there anything you want to talk about?"

you grinned when you heard prices voice from behind the ajar door, where he and kyle stood, revising kyle's most recent test scores.

top of class to barely passing?

price couldn't believe it. it was out of character for one of his best students to be spiraling down so rapidly.

"no, i'll do better."

he didn't.

you're staring at the way prices lips twitch into a frown, eyes flat as he hands kyle his paper. upside down.

lacky könig & toy johnny.

when könig first transferred to your college, it was awkward. how does someone with such a thick accent integrate to the cliquiest college? how but then such a sweet, beautiful, top student greet him, welcomes him with open arms

he was a lost puppy, following you without a leash, hearts in his eyes as he grabs another annoying rugby player.

your silky voice ringing in his ear,

"koko? do me a favor, make sure that soap kid doesn't come near me again?"

he didn't even need you to negotiate, he nodded, heavy stature shoving poor johnny against the brick wall of a far away storage building.

könig's imaginary tail wags behind him as he showed you a photo of beaten and pulped johnny,

"told him to never even look at you again!" his gruff voice would mutter, eyes brightening as you whisper,

"good boy."

johnny really became a toy after that. clueless and submissive to your insults as you berate him after each gym class, rolling oyur eyes in objective disgust while looking him up and down,

"sad the only clean part about you is the fact i call you 'soap', now fuck off, you're making it hard to breathe."

silent simon.

why bother with him.

simon was quiet, always.

so to you, he was really nothing more than a stick on the road that you had to run over.

and snap.

of course, it was easy. he didn't whine, hiss, growl. i imagine that he was lanky, tall, but skinny. and of course, when you see such an easy target, who are you not to take it?

you decided having könig be the one to break him wouldn't be any fun, but watching as the guy who already struggled with having any social life slowly get pushed farther and father into isolation?

now that was fun.

first you took his dumb himbo friend johnny, who was beat to a pulp, and told it was all simons fault.

dumb dog never spoke to him, and how fun it was to watch simon stare from afar as one of his only friends left him to eat lunch by himself.

next was kyle, who was kind enough to help simon with their history class.

"Kyle, keep talking to that hoodie kid, and i'll make sure the only thing that's ruined isn't just your grades."

You smile as kyle urgently responds to the texts in desperate pleas and promises to never speak to him. He didn't know it was you, but he did know you would follow through with your words.

notes: ughhh i hope i did this rq properly especially because i took so long on itt. sorry for taking so long, i was kind of struggling with how to portray each character in a cohesive setting.

[yan-lorkai]

Please may I have a black butler headcanon of Sebastian with a S/O who is a literal cat magnet and cats pretty much always come to her for affection and love. Cats probably have a sensor raider when it comes to humans. Kinda Yandereish but just fluffy headcanons.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Cutest rq I ever received ngl, I was imagining reader playing with the cats and things like that and Sebastian looking at them with so much adoration in his eyes wjdwoldwls. I loved this, hope you like! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

* Warnings: Yandere content but its pure fluffy, really.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Cats seems to follow you anywhere. Why? How? You don't know but they always come to you wanting to be petted and to cuddle. They like to follow you around, they like when you play with them and if you tried to bathe them, they wouldn't even run away. Again, how and why do they like you so much? No idea, they just do.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You like their company though, they're funny and chaotic sometimes. But you love them as much as they do. But you know someone who also love cats? Yes, him; Sebastian Michaelis. It's not uncommon to feel his eyes on you but are they really on you or on the cats that are following you here and there? You don't know.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The answer it's both. He's both watching you with great interest, seeing how you play with the kittens but also admiring all the cats that surround you, some cuddling your chest, others on your lap and your side, all of them purring and pretty much relaxing in your presence while you do your things.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knows that if he gets closer the cats will move away, but he can't help but hold one of them on his lap while he plays with it, not caring about the feline's claws trying to hit him. He feels at peace holding it, soothing it gently, stroking behind its ears as he coos and makes small talk with you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You are like a parent to all those cats so he co-parent with you, buying tons of toys and food for them, helping you clean and play with them when he has time. Aside from this, he also takes the opportunity to swept you off your feet, cooking dinner for you, helping you on your errands, even massaging your shoulders when you feel too tense. Small gestures to make him appear good looking in your eyes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Sebastian tries to understand why cats like you but he can't help being mesmerized by you as much as they are, wanting nothing more than to hold you and never let go. And if you lives nearby or works for Ciel, he do tries to sneak all your cats inside the manor.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You and him taking care together of any preggo mama cat, omg <3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You and him name every single kitten that was born, some names are normal, some you two make up and he make it extra silly to make you laugh. He loves your laugh and smile, he isn't so subtle as he likes to think. You also can probably figure his feelings after awhile.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Your cats love him and people do say that cats only trust in trustworthy people. Sebastian is trustworthy in your eyes, he does everything to make you feel loved and taken care of.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You beat him and ask to court him before he can, gifting him a ring that reassembles a cat. Sebastian normally doesn't wear any jewelry but your ring? He wears it on his finger all the time to show off and he takes such good care of it. He also likes to call your cats your kids. How scandalous, you two have so many kids even before marriage 🤭

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You don't know it but Sebastian train each and every cat you got to attack anyone who tries to talk to you, only exception being your relatives and close friends. Because of this and because people like to gossip, you're known as the cat magnet and that talking to you is inherently bad as anyone who tries ended up being bitten, scratched and chased by your cats and you are left wondering why they react like this. Nothing you do can possibly stop them so you resign yourself to spend your free time at home. And with Sebastian, of course.