#reader is a HUGE tsundere

[specialgradefckr]

it's been a long day for you, nerd gojo's personal bully.

shoving gojo into a locker. him getting a boner because he's a freak. locking him in there and having to pull him out.

by the time you arrive at your part-time job, you're already ready for the shift to be over. scan some items, restock some stuff, sweep and clean and clock right out.

unfortunately, today, you have a visitor.

a familiar voice saying your name. which you still haven't told him he could use.

you try not to make eye contact. it's so uncomfortable, so cringey.

why did a rich kid like him even go to shitty convenience stores like this? was his private chef taking a 15 minute break?

you feel heat rising in your cheeks. desperately you wish for him to just leave, to not talk at all, but even if he did he'd probably talk to you at school about it -

"earth to - AHEM! hello! it's nice to see you, i didn't know you worked here!" gojo chirps, lounging in front of your cash register.

he's dumped a giant pile of treats on there. knowing him, he'd eat all of them, too.

you notice one of your favorites in the pile... now you're even more hungry. the last thing you ate was the lunch you normally steal from gojo, because he screwed up getting you a snack from a vending machine.

there's nothing at home, and you're saving money to go to college, you can't waste money on premade food.

he notices your scowl and giggles. not a chuckle, a giggle. god, he's so lame.

"what's wroooong?" gojo drawls, or tries to. but he's so lame he just looks stupid. then again, he always looks stupid.

leaning over the counter, he tries to lower his head enough to look up at your face as you scan the items. "heheh... you're mad 'cause you can't bully me?"

you're struck by the unpleasant sight of his stupid weird face staring up at you with his big weird eyes. his stupid sunglasses (it's night time. loser.) sliding down his nose.

it must show on your face. "come on! you gotta be nice to me! i'm a paying customer!"

gojo's face has always had this really punchable quality to it, one that made it hard to look away from. but he's never been quite as punchable as he is right now.

you feel your cheeks heat up. from the proximity, of course.

"your total is-" you begin very loudly, enough for him to jump back suddenly.

he twists his mouth, handing you his card, "come ooooon. you don't wanna talk? you're free right now!" he gestures to the completely empty store, "wanna come snack with me?"

you do, actually, but that would require spending time with his insufferable ass, and also agreeing with him.

"i'm on the clock, you moron," you snap, scanning his card and handing him his receipt, "get lost. and don't come here again."

you put his things in a bag and hand them to him. he sighs, pulling something out - coincidentally, the treat you'd been eyeing earlier.

"come on, really?" he whines, like the whiner he is. you don't respond.

he takes a long moment biting into it. making eye contact with you.

(well, he's trying to. you aren't willing to torment yourself with the sight of his ugly mug any longer.)

he starts sort of. side-stepping his way out, in the lamest way possible, shuffling so he can keep looking at you until he's at the door.

freak.

when he's at the door, he sighs as if greatly put upon. "see you tomorrow!" he calls out, which you ignore, "same place, same time~"

you ignore this too. right up until you see him discard his half-eaten treat straight into the garbage while he pushes the door open to exit.

and, well. maybe it's because you're hungry. maybe it's because he says he'll come again.

maybe it's just your natural killer instincts as a bully.

you dart past the counter, snatching satoru by the arm and yanking him back into the store. right next to the trash can.

"whoa, whOA, what - "

"pick it back up."

gojo blinks his big blue dumb eyes at you. "what?"

"you didn't finish eating it," you shove him so he's leaning over the trash can, "pick it up."

"you can't be seri-"

you shove his head straight into the trash can, and gojo yelps, muffled.

"hey! hey! let me out, let me out, i'll get it-"

you hold his head down as he struggles against you (weakly, like the lanky nerd loser he is), until his crying starts to grate on your nerves.

"pick it up with your mouth."

"what?" he's still muffled, "with my mouth? that's so gross-"

"do it, nerd," you seethe, shoving his face further into the trash until you hear a crushing sound.

"okay okay! let me up a little, i'll do it, i'll do it!"

you barely hear him through the trash his face is now buried in. huh, you did need to empty the trash can soon. you'll have him do that next.

so much for being nice to your customer.

...no one will check the security cameras, right?

giving gojo just barely enough room to move around, you wait a moment until he starts to grunt and pull his head back up.

when you let him go, he's got the half-eaten snack in his mouth, like a dog with a treat.

he is kind of like a dog, isn't he?

gojo quickly takes it out of his mouth to complain, but you shove it right back in.

"finish it." you glower.

he doesn't argue with you anymore, quietly eating while his face is red and sticky. he sniffles a little, like a pathetic puppy digging for sympathy.

"what's the big deal," he mutters, "it's just cheap junk food."

you can almost feel your stomach growling. you try to pretend you don't hear-

"oh, are you hungry?" gojo brightens noticeably, "we can go out, my treat-"

the fury of a thousand suns rains upon him in the form of your glare. "finish it."

he swallows. quickly eats the rest of the treat. "there! do you wanna-"

"and take the trash out," you say, striding back to the desk, looking for the trash bags.

"what? isn't that your job?" gojo whines as he obediently pulls the bag out.

for once in his worthless existence, he is correct, but this is immaterial, because he is also stupid, and annoying, and the least he can do is make up for it by taking this task off your hands.

"do. it." gojo rushes out with the trash. he's back in just a few seconds.

by then you've put the new bag in, and you put a hand on his chest as he tries to enter through the door.

"okay, good enough. get lost, nerd."

gojo's face reddens, his eyes flicking down to your hand on his chest, and then your eyes.

what's up with him? his shoulders shift and for a moment you feel his chest flex, like there's any muscle on his scrawny -

shoving him back, you turn straight around, darting right to the counter and quickly grabbing some random items from underneath the front desk to stock.

you don't look up from under the table until you hear the door close.

...

...

...ugh. it's warm in here.

"i'm telling you. suguru, it's SUPER EFFECTIVE!" "dude, there's no way this lame ass flexing impressed her." "what do you mean lame? not every girl likes muscles that are huge, suguru! they're noticeable, but not overt. very mindful, very demure." "this is why she bullies you, satoru." "i'm lean. elegant. gracefu- WHOA!" "heh. graceful, right?" "you literally tripped me! anyways. she was blushing! it was the cutest thing ever! she put her hand on my chest-" "willingly? i doubt it." "she DID! and then i flexed for her and she turned around immediately-" "now that i believe." "but before she did, i swear i saw her blush! i'm getting through to her, suguru! our relationship is getting closer by the day!" "ugh... you could start a cult with this level of delusion." "oh my god, should i? i could dedicate it entirely to her! do you think she'd be into that? i think she would, but she's too tsundere to admit it, hehe... i could build a shrine." (suguru is starting to think satoru is not the victim in this relationship.)

[another-random-paradise]

Your writing was adorable! I have a headcanon request for TWST. Feel free to ignore if it's not interesting, I won't mind. (￣▽￣)=3

Lilia, Leona, Azul (or whomever as long as Lilia is there)'s reaction to crush!reader sleepily telling them they want to marry them one day.

I'm a sap for mushy things. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

A sleepy confession

Thank you so much for the request, it's adorable!! and of course, thank you for the compliments too! I'm a sucker for mushy things too, so this was so much fun to write!

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Crush!Reader sleepily telling him, they want to marry him / Part two

Characters: Lillia, Leona, Azul

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None that i can think off

Lillia

-you probably found silver asleep somewhere comfortable and instead of waking him up like usual (cause you're a good friend) you decide to also lay down and sleep... You most likely had History with professor Trein before this.

-Lillia just happened to be nearby, or maybe he was keeping an eye on silver, yk, like a good dad :D

- If you're napping under a tree, he might just be sitting on one of the branches

-You'd sleepily look up to him on the branches, as the old fae smiles down at you, and you, probably already half a sleep and maybe even thinking it's a dream, mumble out a soft "I wanna marry you one day.." 

-poor guy almost fell out off the tree

-you can't just do that to his old heart!! You can and you did

-his expression would soften, like he'd still be smiling, but it wouldn't be his typical trickster kinda smile (please tell me you know what i mean)

-Despite his usual attitude, I feel like he was very worried about loving you. I'm a huge believer in the Idea that fae usually only fall in love once, so after Meleanor, he believed that was it, he'd never love again. And then you came into his life, like a shining star, guiding him out of the darkness.  

-While he was grateful that he got a second chance at love, especially with someone as amazing as you, it's also nerve wrecking for him. The last and only time before this, he had his heart broken and ended up raising her son. Just the thought of the same thing happening again terrified him.

-But after what you just said, he won't need to worry about that anymore, right?

-Now he just needs to come up with the best way to confess... maybe he could cook you something! 

Leona

-Due to Leona being a bit of a tsundere, I don't feel like he'd get you to cuddle/sleep with him before officially dating

-BUT, if you two got paired together for a project, especially if it's in the botanical garden, chances are very high, you are doing the project and he's napping

-and doing a project by yourself gets you tired, especially one meant for magic as a magicless student, so you eventually lie down next to him

-due to his sensitive hearing, he lazily opens eyes, and sees you, already half asleep, looking at him, confusing him at first not that he's complaining, till.. "Despite you making me do this project by myself, i somehow i still wanna marry you some day" and just like that you're asleep.

-He, on the other hand, is suddenly very wide awake. 

-what?? you didn't mean that, right?? that's just the tiredness speaking, right?? you couldn't have meant that, right? why, or rather how, could you like him of all people?....He can't imagine being anyone's, let alone your, first choice. He's so used to being second.

-For the first time in forever, he is fully awake and can't go back to sleep, just what are you doing to him, Herbivore? 

-But this means you like him back, right? alright fine, he'll put some work into confessing, just don't expect anything to grand

-He'd still be awake once you wake up again, much to your confusion, but still deliberately refuse to help. Not a word of what you said is spoken, but if you look closely enough you'll see the blush on his cheeks!

Azul

-You wanted to rest after a long day, maybe even after a long shift at the mostro lounge, and Azul was gracious enough to let you rest on one of the couches in the VIP room, while he worked. He actually wanted to appear like a gentleman in front of you and impress you.

-You can't convince me that those couches aren't comfortable. Which is why you almost immediately fall asleep the moment you lay down.

-But before you do, you make one last comment "I already want to marry you one day as is, but if it means I get to rest like this every night, I'll buy the ring tomorrow"

-If a student walked in right now, they might just confuse him with a crashed pc; or maybe with riddle, considering how red he is

-Just completely stops everything he's doing, he's in shock. he doesn't believe he can actually be loved

-It genuinely shocks him so much that you actually like him back, let alone want to marry him, but he can't say he isn't happy! So him being even more of a gentleman to you and giving you countless discounts worked! (You actually already liked him before that! but he was to busy being insecure to notice)

-Immediately starts working on a relationship contract for you two, hell, you said you want to marry him, right?? might as well start working on the marriage certificate!

-He continues to be absolutely flustered as he writes the two contracts, if either of the twins saw him right now, he'd never hear the end of it!

-Prepare to be asked to dinner at the most romantic table in the mostro lounge with Azul, where he will then ask you out and discusses your relationship as if it was a business meeting :)

Ahhhh my first request, thank you so much again for your kind words and the adorable request, I truly hope i lived up to it's greatness <3

I'm still in book 4, so i tried to write Lilia as in-character as possible based on what i saw of him during events and from other writers :)

feedback is welcomed, just be Kind! Hope you all have a lovely day/night!

[madamechrissy]

Took you Like a Shot - part 4 preview!

Pairings- Rich Frat/fuckboi Toru x Preppy Sorority reader

It's here !!

“You’ll let her treat us this way!?” Sukuna pouts, Satoru just shrugs. “Whipped.”

“So whipped.” Suguru agrees, Satoru glares at them as you take the two men by their ears, like an angry little thing dragging huge men out like it’s nothing, it’s probably the funniest thing he’s seen.

“No smoking in the house, we’re having a baby soon. Do it at home.” You finally get the two friends shoved out of Satoru’s penthouse, locking the door as Satoru walks up to you now, one hand over yours against the door, the other wrapping to hold you, pressing your back against him.

“Damn, mommy, look at you beating up men over six foot.” You giggle then, you can’t help it, looking up at him and turning your head, seeing his clear, blue eyes.

“You’re not high?” You ask softly, he shakes his head then, pressing little kisses to your hairline.

“I promised them primo weed to help me with the baby stuff, but they decided to smoke up when I told them to wait. But they really did help set it up…”

“I still don’t feel bad.” He laughs again as you turn, lifting your chin up to look at him while he leans down cupping your face.

“I thought it was hot.”

“Did you now?”

“Mmhmm.” He exhales, kissing you softly, lips pressing against yours hungrily, your arms slip up his chest now, wrapping his neck. “Beat them up all the time.”

“You’re such a freak I swear.” He chuckles again, picking you up for a moment, hugging you as your legs dangle, and it feels far, far too good. “I missed you a bit.”

“It was two days?”

“Shut up.” He sighs, feeling your bump against him, when the baby kicks hard, and you wince. “She’s mad at you.”

“Is she now?” He eases you down, getting on a knee and slipping your top up, pressing a kiss on your belly button, your hand runs through his silky hair as you gulp down far too many emotions.

You’ve fallen so deeply.

You wonder if this has always been there, all these years it’s been lingering in the fucking air - the longing for him, physically of course, sometimes you longed to just beat Satoru at everything. Sometimes you longed to beat him. But you always wanted his presence, annoying or not, and now as he looks up on one knee, smiling at you so sweet, you can hardly speak.

“You okay? They piss you off that much?” He teases softly, holding you by your hips, kissing your tummy lower, you tremble from your emotions, your desire.

“No, it’s… I told you I missed you, okay?” You glare again, he chuckles, continuing his kisses.

“You’re such a tsundere.”

“A what now!?”

“All angry outside but you’re sweet inside.” He puts his hand on your tummy as you lean against the door, the soft lights casting shadows from his long lashes as he feels for her kick once more.

“I’m moody and miserable, I know. But I do feel good today, the nausea seems to have finally gone away.”

“Good, I bought so many hot cheetos.”

“Yay!” He feels it then, the little kick, and he smiles, he looks so fucking adorable then you’re two steps from saying it, heart pounding.

“I love you already.” He whispers to your tummy, as she kicks his hand again, and tears start falling, dripping down onto his head, which make him look up at you, immediately standing, cupping your face. “What’s wrong!? Is she hurting you?”

“No, no not at all I…” You’re a mess, fuck you’re always a mess lately, sniffling as the moment hits you.

“What is it? Hormones?” He’s cupping your face, swiping at your tears. “Does it still smell like weed - I’ll kill them I swear. I got all that pumpkin spice stuff for-”

You cut him off with another kiss, and he tastes the salt of your tears, standing there for a moment in confusion when you pull back, sighing now. “I think I’m in love with you.”

yeppp hehe another part coming very soon (maybe this wknd!)

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[muletia]

Please oh great one, I beg of thee to give merform deception crumbs. I want to tease the big evil fishies. I want to bite merformer Megatron affectionately and then pretend to be oblivious to it, I want to be spoilt by mer Knockout and spoil him back with pretty shells, I want to tame merform Starscreams tsundere ass and scratch n pet his helm till he's whining affectionatly

mer!megatron x human!reader mer!knockout x human!reader x mer!breakdown mer!starscream x human!reader no specified iteration

Fuck it, I caved in, merformers content. Somewhere in the world it must be May first already, right?

Also, everyone is soft-bodied because that's my guilty pleasure

Megatron (axolotl, based on this concept)

Huge, powerful arms covered in scales wrap around your waist, shielding most of your back, holding you tightly against the stomach of the massive mer and grounding you against him. Every attempt to pull away, to increase the distance even by a single milimeter ends in failure when a warning, guttural growl paralyzes your body, commanding you to stay. Right here. With him. After all, you left your lonely, proud axolotl for two weeks — now it’s time to pay him back for making him wait, for taking away his only source of comfort in this forsaken place, this lake of despair in the middle of nowhere.

And Megatron needs to make sure you understand why he’s "punishing" you this way. What kind of agony your absence threw him into, even if he was already used to deadlier stretches of time without contact with another soul. You shifted his thresholds of tolerance, and now you had to pay. He just happened to take advantage of your closeness, feeling his resentment toward you wash off of him as easily as water. He couldn’t stay mad at you for long. Not anymore.

Annoyed, though — that, yes. A sudden, subtle bite to his bicep pulls him out of the bliss of closeness. A single growl sends a warning, continuing to test the fragile string of his nerves might not end too kindly for you, but when red optics glance at you inquisitively, you pretend you did nothing. That the pathetic little bite wasn’t your doing, which almost offends him. Do you really think he’s a fool? Your naivety also holds a delicious flavor for him, and he’s not about to let it slide.

"You send me an invitation to mate, and now you act all innocent?" he says, knowing full well you can’t understand him, not yet, but he intends to hammer his intentions into your mind with a low, husky tone, which apparently works judging by your flustered reaction. "Let me show you what love bites really look like," he adds, opening his maw to reveal two rows of razor-sharp predator teeth. He wastes no time sinking into your neck, leaving behind his affection.

Knockout (lionfish) + Breakdown (blue shark)

Perched on a large rock close to the shore, the red mer watches from the corner of his optic as you wander nearby, head lowered and eyes fixed intently on the flawlessly clear water. His helm rests on crossed forearms, tracking your movements for some time now, trying to decipher your strange little human game. It didn’t look interesting, and frankly, he couldn’t care less, but with nothing better to do while Breakdown went out hunting, Knockout decided to indulge you with his presence. He hoped you’d return the favor and shower him with your full attention, but you had your boring plans. He barely holds back an annoyed click of his tongue. Boring! Dreadfully boring!

"Heeey, couldn’t you do something more exciting? Like, I don’t know, me?" he calls out to you, but all he gets in response is a quick smile. You go right back to whatever it is you were searching for.

Offended by your lukewarm reaction, he huffs and rolls his optics, returning to sunbathing with no real purpose, keeping one optic on your movements. His tail, streaked with white and red smears of scales, slaps the surface of the water a few times.

Only after a while does the quiet of nature break with your excited squeal. Knockout lifts his helm from his arms and watches you rush toward him, splashing the water awkwardly with your feet. In your hands, you’re holding a giant conch shell that perfectly matches the colors of his scales. A strange glint flashes in his red optics, but you don’t notice it through your excitement.

"For me?" Knockout asks, pointing a claw at himself. Only when you nod enthusiastically does he take the conch from you and briefly admire it before purring with delight. "Thank you, darling. And since you’re already so close, allow me to take advantage."

Before you can blink, his free arm wraps around your back and pulls you in, completely ignoring your startled squeak, rubbing his conveniently dry helm against your head, grateful that you saved him from his boredom. He couldn’t wait to show your find to Breakdown and for the two of them to show you just how grateful they were that you began your courting.

Starscream (sailfish)

The growl escaped him by accident, a primal instinct urging him to defend his mate from danger. The problem was that you weren’t his mate (yet), and there was no danger. He just didn’t like how close that harmless fish got, breaking his sweet little idyll of you stroking his helm. When you pulled your hand back, startled by his sudden reaction, it left behind a strange emptiness that gnawed at his spark. Your touch had been pleasant, soothing. It belonged where it was — on his helm. Worshipful and adoring.

Starscream wants more of what he is owed.

"Bring that weird human hand back here," he demands and grabs your wrist, pulling it back onto his helm. Apparently a bit too forcefully, because you almost tumble into the lagoon he was currently submerged in up to the waist, but Starscream wasn’t about to apologize, even as your accusatory glare burns into him. "Worship me, human," he commands, and you obey, even without understanding his shrill chirps.

You stroke the top of his helm, and Starscream melts under your touch, sinking down into the sand and purring in contentment. "You are surprisingly fit to be my mate," he sighs, webbed servos kneading the sand in bliss like a happy, relaxed cat pawing at a cushion.

You take that as an invitation to move a bit lower, running the edge of your hand along his faceplate until you reach his chin, which you begin to gently scratch, right before Starscream accuses you of slacking off.

"W-what are you doing?!" he cries out, but it’s a bluff, the initial shock caused by the overwhelming joy of an unknown sensation of chin scratches. His tail starts swaying gently on its own, stirring the surface of the water, and a sweet little whine escapes his intake, begging you not to stop. Starscream doesn’t even notice your wide, satisfied smile, hypnotized by the addictive power of your touch.

[i0134]

𝖠𝖫𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴 ￣￣ㅤ 伏黒 恵

𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖢𝗂𝖲 ✦ just downbad tsundere megumi 𝖶𝐶. 778

𝗀𝗇. fluff reader insert crack 𝗍𝗐. skinship profanities

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who always wears a stoic emotionless facade but crumbles as soon as he sees you. he blushes so hard, ears turning crimson at even the slightest mention of your name.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who fails to hold eye contact with you. you’re just so alluring, he loses his cool a bit too often when it comes to you.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who drops everything and anything for you. he's literally in the middle of a battle when he gets a call or text from you, he's immediately hiding in a corner so he could reply or call back. the way his slightly bruised lips curl up in a smile when he sees your text or hears your voice through the call, leaning against the asphalt and sighing in content.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who's been absentminded the entire gossip session, constantly checking his phone over and over again. "yo, you okay ?", yuji chirps. "what's the matter ? tell us", nobara inquires. "it's just she hasn't been replying to my text for 10 minutes", megumi reveals with a pout. nobara is speechless, while yuji tries to hold in a laugh and comfort his dear friend. ting! megumi urgently checks his phone in the speed of light, knocking yuji's nose in the process. he can't help but sigh and smile in relief when you reply.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who seems so cold and calm that nobody could believe he would be this smitten in love with you, even you're surprised that the boy is actually super shy and cute.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who literally short circuits when you give him any type of compliments or praise him. and if you give him physical affection? he might as well just die in peace. like that one time when he won a plushie for you from the claw machine, you decided to tiptoe and peck his cheek to thank him. guess what? he passed out on the spot for real. (yuji had to carry him lmao)

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who gives you huge privilege and don’t even get me started with the double standards sheesh. will never let yuji in his room willingly. but you? oh sweetie his room is your room too so make yourself at home <3. lets you touch his hair, summons the divine dogs so you could play with them, always holds your hand in public, sneaks you away from nobara and yuji so you two can hangout (just the two of you), always carries your bags, lets you go through his games too (yuji is so jealous of you huff).

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who struggles to comfort you when you are upset or crying because the sight makes his stomach churn too. so he summons his divine dogs and orders them to be affectionate with you, hugs you so softly and makes you rest your head on his shoulder.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who knows your order by heart. the things you like to eat or not, the flavours you love and don’t, the things you want to try out — everything, he knows everything and he's very very proud of it. wants to be the one to fulfill your wishes.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who always brings you souvenirs if he's out on a mission far away, he's also secretly saving up for you guys' future (shh). always defends you, even if you are in the wrong. because his lovesick brain can't believe anything or anyone but you.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who always tries to make time for you. he will literally reject gojo's fancy dinner treats or nobara-yuji's hangouts just to be with you. he missed you, he needs ''a you and him time'' desperately without having anyone third wheeling.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who hates physical touch (the way he gets so annoyed by gojo's affections) but if it's you then he's down no cap. lets you play with his hair, squish and cup his cheeks, hug him. looks at you with the most loverboy eyes. when you two are in private, he gets more affectionate and bold. he even pulls you close and guides your hands towards his head or cheeks — hinting you he wants head pats or cuddles.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who'll bounce on everyone and anyone who dares to badmouth you or misbehave with you. one nasty look towards your direction and he's at their throat. you’ll have to step in and soothe his anger, cause he loses control whenever it comes to you. will only listen to you if you tell him to stop.

𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖻𝖺𝖽!𝗆𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗆𝗂 who just loves you so so so much. it's hard for him to convey it through words but he tries his best to show you through emotions, acts and sometimes even through affections. always looks out for you ++ lots of piggyback rides.

( 📓 ) : might've went overboard but megumi is my pookie

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: One of Endo's favorite pastimes is flustering Sakura and his cute little girlfriend, but what he hears when going to find you both winds up with him being flustered instead.

𝕮𝖍����𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Haruka Sakura & Yamato Endo (Wind Breaker)

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.2k

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Fem!Reader x Sakura ft. Endo (Hybrid) ⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Voyeurism, male masturbation, descriptions of penetrative sex, spitting, implied bisexual Endo, semi-public sex, praise, degradation.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: This was honestly one of the more fun ones for me. Idk I just like the idea of Endo being in love with Sakura and his partner (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Maybe they knew maybe they didnt, who knows. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! My full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

Endo had wandered around the crowded home in search of Sakura and his cute little girlfriend. Chika was enraptured In a one-sided conversation with Umemiya, having not paid attention to his tattooed counterpart for the last fifteen minutes. Now that their tensions were over for years at this point, Endo and Chika often even found themselves invited to Bofurin reunion parties. One of his favorite pastimes had always been hanging around Sakura. Once they were on “friendly” terms Endo very quickly discovered just how easy Sakira was to fluster and he took advantage of every single moment he could get a rise out of him. He found no greater pleasure than seeing him all red cheeked and angry, his little tsundere.

And then there was you, his cute little girlfriend who was just as easy to rile up. With Sakura gaining more experience with dealing with Endo and the others it was a bit harder to get him to procure that delicious reaction from him. However, a few well placed words and a brush of your hair from your face and Sakura was fuming. Just how he liked him. So, off he went in your shared home to go looking for you both. Knowing you, you both were probably tucked in a secluded corner, the two of you not huge fans of the crowded scene.

And that’s when he heard it.

A high-pitched breathy whine, a name falling from someone's lips in the most delectable sound he thinks he’s ever heard.  

“Haruka… please.”

Endo was quick to slide, back flush against the wall next to the door of your shared bedroom. His heart racing in his chest. Were you two…. Here? With all of your friends just a staircase away?

Oh how naughty his favorite little couple was.

Endo could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and the blood rushing to his cock hearing Sakura speak, the sounds that had been so freely falling from your lips now slightly muffled. He presumed he had a hand over your mouth. “I know, kitten, I know. But you have to be quiet, someone might hear.” Sakura’s voice was deep and breathy, in a tone Endo had never heard before.

And it made Endo’s cock throb in desperate need.

Endo closed his eyes, head resting against the wall as his hand slipped down to palm his aching cock through the fabric of his jeans. Straining his ears to listen, he heard it. The delicious sound of skin slapping against skin, your muffled moans around Sakura’s palm. All he could do was imagine what you both looked like. So desperate and needy, you both sounded so fucking sexy. And Endo wasn’t sure if he was more jealous of you, Sakura, or the fact that he wasn’t between you both. He knew himself, he knew his flirting with you both was nothing meaningless. Knew that he’d give anything to be with you both, even just once.

The door was cracked, he knew it was from the moment he approached. But it took all of his courage to peek through the crack, eyes blowing wide as he saw you both. Sakura had you impaled on his length his hand covering your mouth to muffle your cries.

Fuck.

You both looked so perfect. He watch with unblinking eyes as Sakura’s large hand moves, opting instead to cup your face. His fingers pressing into your cheeks, allowing your mouth to open. He watches in shock as the other man lets a glob of saliva pass through his lips and into your waiting mouth.

“Go on and swallow for me, yeah princess? Or maybe I should make you hold it in your mouth, see how well you can moan against a mouth full of my spit.”

Sakura’s tone is teasing, almost cruel, he had never seen him like this. It had hs own throat contracting, swallowing dryly as if it was his mouth Sakura had spat into. Reaching down he unbuttons his pants, tugging down the zipper without ever letting his eyes leave the scene playing out in from to him. He bites hard on his bottom lip, stifling the gasp of breath that threated to alert you both to his presence when his fingers reached into his boxers to wrap around his cock. A shudder wracking his body when you stick your tongue out, alerting both men that you had swallowed Sakura’s spit just as instructed. Making both of them groan in unison.

“That’s my girl, daddy's pretty little kitten, always so good for me. Now you have to be quiet, you still wanna be able to cum on my cock don’t you?”

Endo watches as you nod looking at him, clearly already fucked dumb for however long you had both been up here. Sakura grins, placing a sweet kiss to your lips before resuming his movements. His hands hook under your knees, pressing your knees to your chest, now able to hit a much deeper angle. Groaning a long low growl of your name and a slew of profanities as the sound of his hips meeting yours fills the room once more. For someone so concerned with how loud you were being it seemed like Sakura was having trouble of his own. Endo watched as he fucked you, timing the rhythm of the fist pumping his cock with the ruts of Sakura’s hips. Setting the same pace so it felt like he was involved in your intimate moment.

Sakura’s hips don't falter, Endo watching in fascination as he keeps up his speed, though it seemed with each snap of his hips he was only hitting deeper with each pass. Watching the angling of  his hips just right to find that sensitive spot deep inside your walls, grinning maliciously when he does so. His chuckle is deep, cruel, against your neck when he's rewarded with your pathetic attempt to muffle a whimper of his name. All the while Endo’s fist never stopped moving pumping his throbbing shaft to the sight of the both of you, rutting his hips pathetically into his own touch wishing it was him inside you instead, wishing Sakura attempted to keep him quiet with his cock down his throat. He was embarrassed at how quickly he felt the coil tightening in his belly, however, it didn’t seem like he was the only one on edge. Watching your eyes blow wide, looking desperately up at Sakura as you spoke.

“Haru.. Haru please.. gonna, I’m so close~”

He had to stop himself from whimpering that he was too, hand moving faster to keep in time with Sakura’s increase in speed, it seemed like he was desperate to cum too. Mentally begging you both to cum with him as white blurred the edges of his vision. The sounds of Sakura kissing you messily, the squelching of your cunt echoing off the walls as your muffled cries melted with his own as he was thrown so violently into orgasm. Painting his hand and abdomen with his seed, eyes wrenched shut. Catching his breaths, he tucked himself back into his pants, slinking off to the nearby bathroom to clan himself. The heaviness of his actions weighed on his shoulders as he only had one thought in his mind.

How was he going to get into that bed with the both of you?

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @littleplantfreak @maruflix @umemiaa @stunies @eevees-hobbies @143-ilyuu @uzxotic @princesstiti14 (𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙/𝖉𝖒/𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖘) (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

[msfantasy-anime]

My Captains a Tsundere

Eustass Kidd x Pirate!Reader

Summary: Y/n is part of the Kidd pirates and loved playing cat and mouse with her captain.

No one ever warns you that being a pirate can be boring.

They talk about the action packed adventures. The amazing scenic views. The rich culture and food you experience.

But no one warns how bloody boring it can be to be sailing on a ship for DAYS and have crew as secluded and anti-social as Victoria Punks.

So what do you do for fun you might ask?

You would call it flirting with your favourite captain for entertainment.

Kidd might call it torturing him…

Who’s to say?

After a long and arduous day Captain Kidd needed nothing less than absolute quietness which is typically maintained in the sanctuary of the Captains quarters. However, much like every other day. The world’s most irritating crewmember comes in to ruin any semblance of peace.“Hey Captain!” You holler, kicking in the door with a loud slam.

“Piss off!” The Captain hiss through clenched teeth but you ignore his demands and throw your self to take a seat on the Captains work bench where he’s currently tinkering away.

“Aw common Captain I thought we were passed this! Admit it. You’d miss me if I wasn’t around.” You jab a finger into his chest trying to hoax any form of admission.

“Hah, as if! I’d finally have some peace and quiet.” But your frown turns to a pout as your cross your arms with a huff.

“Then why did you invite me to join your crew and keep me around?”

“Because I didn’t know you were this annoying and someone has to—since you’re hopeless. I just did the world a favour by taking you with me.” He declares whilst you played along with his teasing by sliding off his work station, taking strides behind the stool he’s sitting on before slinging your arms around Kidds neck, leaning into his back and swaying side to side.

“Aw Captain~ you know I think you secretly do care about me under all those faux layers of resentment.” You tease.

“Think whatever you want. It’s not like I care...You’re wrong, though.” He huffs trying ignoring your antics, but your distracting him by pressing the side of your face into his, observing him working as he continues to try and focus on his work.

“Are you blushing? I swear I just saw it.”

“No it’s just hot in here and you pressing your face into me is not helping- what do you want anyway?! Hurry up and get to the point.”

“Wanna take me on a hot date at the next port stop tonight?”

“I could but that would imply I was interested to begin with.” Kidd stabs back making you deflate and letting your embrace slide off.

“Aw bummer! I’ll just ask Killer then…” You mutter ready to turn and leave.

“Fine! I’ll take you on the stupid outing. Quit bothering Killer.”

You tap your finger against your chin in thought before waving Kidd off. “No need to force yourself Captain. Killer to offered take me if you weren’t interested.”

“Shut up - I already said I would take you.” He says, slamming his fist into the table.

“Wow, you’ll actually take me?” You cupped your face in excitement, the urge to squeal being squelched down.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t have plans and didn’t want you getting introuble and making me look bad.”Kidd huffs waving you off. Kidd stops tinkering at his work and looks at you for the first time since you invited yourself on his working desk. “Are you wearing that tonight? You don’t look terrible.”

“You could just say I looked good in this dress.” You say doing a little spin to show off your whole outfit.

“It’s... you look okay.” A huge grin begins to sweep across your face. “Don’t get carried away.”

[merakiui]

hear me out abandoned puppy boy Floyd with spoiled cat girl reader imagine Floyd being all playful and all and reader just wanting to always nap and ignore him bc they aren't as playful or energetic plus also "having other things to do" like to go get pampered by their owner....i wonder how puppy boy Floyd would be with this type of reader specially because they'd probably ignore him or even get scared bc golly huge doggo boy looming on a cat girl that prolly barely gets left out to face the cruel world ain't a good idea after all cats can easily feel vulnerable and threatened Also cat girl reader being in heat and finally rubbing themselves against Floyd and also mewling and paying attention to him for the first time while puppy dog Floyd can smell how heated they're...must be a chance from the universe right?

For all of the bloody scratches he endures, Floyd persists. He's just so lovable and wants to smother you in his affections, but you won't have any of it. >_< always swiping at him, hissing when you feel threatened, but that never deters Floyd. If anything it makes him more determined to connect with you, which is why the moments in which you voluntarily seek him out mean so much to him.

Floyd whose tail wags super fast when you're leaning against his shoulder or maybe you lean up to lick his cheek with a rough tongue. Sometimes the two of you are caught snuggling together during those rare instances where you curl up under his arm, seeking his warmth and enjoying the steadiness of his heartbeat as it lulls you to sleep.

And when you're in heat you're even more clingy than he is, rubbing against him and purring so loudly. Pawing at his crotch,, maybe even boldly pushing him back down on the nearest surface or dragging him off to a quiet corner of the house so you can grind against his clothed erection. Floyd who is so eager to fuck you that he's nearly crushing you with his body in an effort to be as close to you as possible, slobbering all over your neck because you just smell so pretty...... ruining all of those nice clothes your owner dresses you in because in that moment the clothes don't mean much. The whole day is nonstop breeding with the two of you... ;;;; your yowls and moans can be heard throughout the entire house.

This gives Floyd even more incentive to be around you constantly. He's so cuddly. <3 but maybe that sweetness from you was merely the result of your heat-addled brain and once it's all over you're back to being so tsundere. :< he still laughs like a masochist when you scratch him, kick him in the chest, hiss at him... you'll warm up to him eventually.

[ddodol]

here, kitty — h.sh

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bf!seunghan, fem!reader, poor attempt at cat-like tsundere behavior for the reader, oral (f.), face sitting/face riding, latex kink mentions?, overstimulation. word count⭑.ᐟ 1.6k+

“need a ride?”

you raised a brow, turning around to see some guy towering over you. he had a smug look on his face, the corner of his lips curling up in a pretty way. he seemed cute and he smelled nice, fresh and musky, unlike most of the guys at the halloween party who reeked of alcohol.

you could almost swear he looked familiar until he took another step forward, the light finally catching his features. “seunghan?” you mumbled, brows furrowing as you stared at him. seunghan smiles even wider, possessively wrapping an arm around your waist.

he leaned in to whisper, ”i don’t like how you didn’t show me your costume first.” you rolled your eyes, weakly pushing him back. seunghan didn’t budge too much, eyes still trained on you.

“you said you weren’t going, i didn’t think you had to see.” seunghan could tell you were still sulking from the tone you were taking, slightly amused at how his refusal to attend and wear a couple costume with you made you react this way.

seunghan was supposed to be the batman to your catwoman, having talked about it months before, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, he had to flake on you— something you’re still mad about, rightfully so. you knew you couldn’t blame him too much though, he was just as upset when he had to explain it to you.

he let out a soft sigh, hand sliding down to hold your gloved hand before bringing it up to his lips. “you must be tired, baby. let’s go home, hm? let me make it up to you.”

those eyes, you were always weak to his stupid round eyes.

”fine,” you sighed out, “but you better not waste my time, hani.” seunghan smiles at you, rubbing your hand against his cheek.

”oh, i promise. you’d have a lot of fun, baby.”

and seunghan meant it when he promised you fun, already leaving you lightheaded from his lips alone right as you stepped foot in your apartment. his hands gripped on your body, groaning against your mouth in satisfaction. the dark latex costume you had on felt nice, accentuating every curve and dip— though seunghan was a particularly huge fan of the easily accessible zipper at the front.

you let him fondle you through the latex bodysuit, his touch feeling unexpectedly pleasurable in spite of the restrictions. you were clumsily trying to reach back for your zipper with one hand, wanting to free yourself off of the suffocating bodysuit, short gasps escaping your lips when he suddenly lifted you up in his arms. seunghan brought you to your bedroom, swiftly turning around so that he’d land on the mattress with a soft thud. you were straddling his lap, panting softly once he broke the kiss to smile at you.

”use me, baby,” he licked his lips, eyes travelling lower. you chuckled softly, discarding the gloves you had on, mindlessly throwing them over your shoulder. seunghan watches in amusement as you pulled on your front zipper, finally revealing your bare skin to him. he felt breathless for a second, eyes twinkling as you present yourself to him.

his hands reached up to your chest, almost looking like he was hypnotized. you smiled widely, leaning in to give him all the access he needed. seunghan’s face contorted slightly at the softness of your skin, a completely different sensation from fondling you through the latex, giving your tits a small squeeze before kneading them with both hands.

”fuck, i know i should be making it up to you but, god,” he groaned, “you like that, baby?” you nodded, chewing on your bottom lip as he rolled your hardened nipples with both thumbs. you watched seunghan’s expression, the way his lips parted open and the way his brows furrowed from how focused he was.

you ran your hands through his chest, smiling mischievously. “you mean it when you said i could use you?”

seunghan’s eyes flickered up to you, meeting your heated gaze. he chuckles at the familiar look on your face. “yeah, you got one for me?” his voice came out unexpectedly soft, as if he was encouraging you to keep talking. he watched as you raised your hips, intrigued when you brought one hand close to your crotch.

you glanced at him before poking a hole through your bodysuit using your pointed acrylic nails, the latex easily ripping open and leaving a hole big enough to grant him enough access. seunghan stared in surprise, almost flustered once he caught sight of the lacy black thong you were wearing underneath.

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction, “come on, it’s better than having nothing underneath.”

”oh, don’t put that idea in my head,” he groaned, eyes fixated on the thin pair you had on. he reached down to tug at the fabric, your slick stringing against your thong. seunghan cursed quietly, glancing up at you as if he was waiting for something.

”what?” you mumbled, staring at him curiously.

”tell me what to do.” you let out a breathless laugh, looking at his lips as he spoke. he stared at you expectantly, lips curling up slightly. you could tell what he was thinking, heart pounding against your chest as you stared at his lips.

you bit your lip, shuddering a little. “stay still,” you murmured, getting up on your knees. the bed underneath you creaked as you hovered your hips over his head, knees now on either side of his head. you could see a small but satisfied smile on seunghan’s lips, placing his hands on your thigh to push you further down onto his face.

”don’t hesitate, baby. i can take it— sit on my face,” he whispered softly, hot breath hitting against your sensitive heat. you felt shivers throughout your body, holding onto the headboard as you slowly sunk your hips down.

seunghan sighed contentedly as you closed in on him, hooking his thumb over your thong and pushing it to the side just before his lips grazed your wet folds. he let out a small moan, gripping on your thighs and pressing you down even more. he lapped at your entrance, playing with your arousal before dragging it up your slit. he flexed his tongue, pushing it up to tease your clit as he continued to lick up and down.

”fuck,” you whimpered, thighs already trembling at the light teasing. you gently jerked your hips against his face, still holding back from completely sitting on his face. soft moans kept stringing out of your lips, brows furrowing as you used one hand to grip on his head.

you kept him in place, rolling your hips against his tongue. seunghan smiled slightly, keeping his tongue and head still as you rode his face. you focused on clitoral stimulation, moans getting increasingly loud. you felt sensitive so quickly, pushing your hips up to lean against the headboard.

seunghan panted softly, looking up at your adorably flushed expression. he craned his head up to press kisses on your inner thigh, smiling at your sensitive reactions. “don’t hold back, i want you to cum on my tongue.”

you shuddered, staring down at him. seunghan massaged your thighs, slowly bringing you down to his face once more. he held your thighs tightly this time, arms wrapped around them. he licked up your slit before sticking his tongue out and pressing it against your entrance.

”hani,” you whined, leaning against the headboard as you felt his thick tongue entering you. he tapped on your thigh, encouraging you to roll your hips like earlier. “fuck, fuck— oh, fuck!” you cried out, tangling your fingers through his hair as he eagerly ate you out.

seunghan flexed his tongue against your walls, thrusting it shallowly. you started rolling your hips, jerking sensitively whenever his nose hit your swollen clit. you could feel him smiling a little, nuzzling his nose against your clit even more, earning louder moans from you.

he tapped on your thigh again, now loosening his hold on your thighs. he let out soft moans, brows furrowing at your dripping arousal. you tasted sweet on his tongue, walls clamping down on him as you rolled your hips even more.

”i’m close,” you moaned, “so fucking close.” seunghan pulled his tongue out slightly, flexing it upwards to meet your jerky movements.

your moans began to fill the room, along with the steady creaking of your bed. you eagerly chased your high, thighs trembling sensitively whenever his tongue and nose would hit just the right spot. you closed your eyes shut, face contorting in pleasure as you rode his face. seunghan moaned along with you, running his hands up and down your thighs.

you bit your lip, hips stuttering even more as you inched closer to your orgasm. you cried out his name, lifting your hips and leaning against the headboard as you came. your sweet release dripped down on seunghan’s tongue, and he didn’t hesitate to catch every single drop.

he massaged your thighs, pressing his thumb over your tense muscles. seunghan coos at you softly, “i got you, babe. you did so good for me.” you panted, still shuddering sensitively.

seunghan lifted you up, helping you rest on his chest. he ran his hand through your hair, smiling when your breathing finally evened out.

“all good? that lasted so long, huh?” you let out a small sigh, nodding against his neck. he placed a kiss on your temple, chuckling, “you’re a natural, angel. you did great.”

you rolled your eyes, “i can’t get on top anymore. you do all the work.” seunghan laughs softly before pressing kisses all over your face. he gently pulled you away, making sure he placed your head on the pillows before towering over you.

with a smile, he leans down to kiss you on the lips. seunghan trailed kisses down your neck, whispering against your ear, “mhm, whatever you want, baby.”

[bambisnc]

     [OPERATION : true love] or, how likely riize is to NOT confess!

 PAIRING : ot7 x reader! GENRE : crack/fluff CW/TW : food mention WC : 495!  SUGGESTED 🎧: love me back, fromis_9 XOXO : queued smth :3 + [m.list]

౨ ˖ 大崎将太郎 : OSAKI SHOTARO ৎ ⋆

[2/10] - cutie would plan out eveyrhting the moment he sees you and has that italicised oh moment - i'm talking your favorite flowers delivered by hand followed by your ideal date + lots of fairy lights/candles. trust me.) and woo you exactly how you deserve to be wooed <3 would get a little anxious about making everything perfect for you tho

౨ ˖ 송은석 : SONG EUNSEOK ৎ ⋆

[7/10] - he'd lowkey be such a tsundere ... thanks to my talk w mai i'm fully convinced he's the Only academic rival to lover to exist. would for sure pine after you silently and end up confessing in the middle of an argument. you know like "why do YOU care who i'm going out?" "BECAUSE. i like you. okay bye."

౨ ˖ 정성찬 : JUNG SUNGCHAN ৎ ⋆

[928304219283/10] - im biased sorry. but you can't tell me you don't see best friend!him being so obsessed with you - like all your friends know it, hell even you know it but the guy himself refuses to admit. is so "we're besties!! it's natural for us to hug and hold hands and make out between classes in the janitors closet :D i mean what. i didnt say anything" coded like c'mon

౨ ˖ 박원빈 : PARK WONBIN ৎ ⋆

[a solid 13/10] - i feel like he'd be really conflicted. like on one hand he'd rather you be the one to confess but on the other he wants to do like a huge romantic gesture and be the one to confess to you. i can imagine there being this one phase of time where he'd kinda start ignoring you to get you to reach out to him or wtv tactics the insta/tiktok girlies (gn) teach him too

౨ ˖ 홍승한 : HONG SEUNGHAN ৎ ⋆

[5/10] - okay but i see him either just randomly blurting it out of nowhere over a voice call or while ur ft-ing ("hey this cat reminded me of u" "aww haha im in love with you" "WHAT") OR doing it via a more traditional, thought out kinda way ... maybe like making you a gift or writing you a love letter/song :(( <3

౨ ˖ 이소희 : LEE SOHEE ৎ ⋆

[4/10] - bbg is confessing to you so fast. he'd only do it once he confirms (multiple times) that you both like each other though. is immediately planning the best way he could confess to you. does all his necessary research, books everything in advance - goes all out to ensure there's no hitches, basically. him and taro probably share notes

౨ ˖ 이찬영 : LEE CHANYOUNG ৎ ⋆

[11/10] - bro is Not confessing. you can feel free to tho he'll say yes obvi! as soon as he gains back enough conherence after he (half) faints that is. for sure the type to get you soso many gifts and he'd try to be so casual about it too "hey i got u a customized acessroies set with the fav flower/colour you like" "anton wtf" "uh no dw i had an extra hahaha". def gets u guys matching stuff a lot too

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

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Cutest Girl Alive~

tw: explicit content. brat!reader, gojo is not a brat tamer he is a brat enjoyer, hate sex vibes, very very tsundere!reader, gojo is hilariously oblivious about how annoying he is, reader is kinda mean (not without reason...)

satoru gojo who just doesn't know what your problem is.

he really doesn't! suguru doesn't believe him, of course, but it's true - he didn't do anything. at least not anything that would warrant you asking if his "inbred, illiterate ass is too important to file a report".

ichiji said it was just because his paper backlog made things difficult for everybody. but the inbreeding comment was uncalled for!

his mom is super hot, though. he told you as much, and offered to set up a date, just in case you swung the other way.

unfortunately, the only thing that swung was your hand against his face, which didn't make contact, but it still hurt his feelings!

(you'd looked him dead in the eye. "good." walked away.)

and that wasn't just an isolated incident!

he'd caught you at the vending machine, bent over. satoru had politely refrained from slapping your ass and loudly announced how hot it was.

perfect gentleman!

whereupon you had turned around, smiling tightly, and offered him the soda.

"see," he teased, cracking it open, "i knew you could be nice if-"

the soda sprayed all over his face. your smile looked a little looser, a little realer, and your laugh - while awful and wicked - had been terribly adorable.

when he started to laugh with you, though, you just glared. rolled your eyes, and walked off in the middle of the conversation.

and just. random moments! your face falls into an admittedly cute pout (suguru says it's a grimace) whenever he walks into the room.

"how's your day been?"

"good, until you got here."

like, he's not crazy here. you're just being mean.

honestly, it's kind of funny. or it would be funny, if it didn't kind of hurt a little.

suguru doesn't get the same kind of response. when he begs, pleads, and bribes suguru into asking you what you don't like about him -

"if i had to say... everything."

whereupon suguru had burst out laughing.

mean!

but that's the thing, though. you were nice to suguru, to everyone else.

you're not a bitch. you're a bitch to him.

he's special.

you don't treat anybody else like this.

why is that, satoru ponders. why do you especially dislike him?

suguru says it's his shitty personality. joke's on suguru because his best friend has been some guy with a shitty personality for about a decade now! loser.

anyways, he comes up with a plan. he texts you from another phone and number, something perfectly random and polite. a picture of a cat he found on the street.

(you love cats so you'll definitely respond. he knows because he's been popping in on you for several weeks now. it's not stalking because he doesn't follow you! and that was so rude of suguru to say!)

the conversation that follows is perfectly pleasant. sweet, even. he enjoys it, right up until -

mean girl <3: hey could you do me a huge favor actually? satoru gojo: anything 4 u kitten!! mean girl <3: kill yourself gojo

his number is blocked.

whoops. wow. do you have a built in satoru gojo detector or something? what is he missing? what gave him away???

suguru looks over the texts and just stares at him blankly at the question.

"well? what could have clued her in?"

"oh, god... satoru, if you can't tell, just forget about it. and stop trying to fool her."

he probably should. stop, that is.

he's not following you but he's definitely teleporting into places he knows you'll be. trying to run into you. constantly. daily. hourly, even.

he likes to stay updated on all your missions. your favorite restaurants. maybe he watches you a little.

there's just something that draws him in. your quick wits, your derision. the way you look at him with all that fire.

you want to laugh at him. he wants to laugh with you.

and yeah, he gets rock hard when you yell at him. he'd let you slap him but you don't bother trying anymore after hitting his infinity that one time. bummer.

it's a late summer evening - sun still up, orange on the horizon. he's stuck filling out reports, you're stuck grading papers.

in silence, as always. you'd never speak to him unless it was to insult him.

"hey," satoru says all the sudden, "you wanna fuck?"

the silence that fills the room is colder, harder -

"are you fucking serious?" insulted, outraged - that's about what he expected.

but... if he looks with the six eyes... if he glances at your sympathetic nervous system, if he squints really hard and swears three times over, maybe he can convince himself -

"you're not totally against the idea, are you?" he draws himself up from the table, smirking.

hooking a finger in his blindfold like he's trying to remind you just how long they are.

you stare at him.

"dead serious," he confirms, "right here right now. i can be fast."

"i don't doubt it." oooh, there's that bite again, "i doubt i'd enjoy it."

his smile bares teeth.

"wanna bet?"

and fuck, just look at you now. look at you!

with all six eyes he is. and satoru likes what he sees.

hunched over, teary eyed. face bright red. you used to scowl at him with that face, that pretty face, all hard lines and snarled lips -

and look at you now! so cute and precious and soft! so sweet he wants to take a bite out of you.

you even yelp, adorably, when he nips at the inside of your thigh. sensitive, twitchy.

he's dizzy with it. with the taste of you, of your cum. your high pitched little whimpers in his ears are still ringing in his ears, along with your mean retorts.

"where's your smart mouth now, baby?" he teases, lips glossy with your slick.

and god, it's even fucking hotter watching you try to glare while blushing and trembling and blinking away tears of overstimulation.

"sh-shut up and put your dick in me, gojo," you bite out, "if you even know how."

you jolt when he kisses your cunt, looking you in the eyes while he does it.

"awh, you poor thing," he cooes, crawling up your chest to go face-to-face, even as another hand goes to dig his cock out of his pants, "so impatient."

he can tell it riles you up. that you don't know what to do, trapped in his gaze.

"fuck off, gojo."

"i'll fuck you," he says with a snicker, kissing your throat. like he knows you won't let him kiss your lovely little pouty face.

how could he not have seen it before?

(well, he had his blindfold on for one. but the principle of you being unsettled by your attraction towards him still stands!)

he lines himself up, nice and easy. feels your unsteady hands reach, cling to his shoulders, and that's almost as hot.

you look down to avoid his gaze, but then your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. huge and pink and throbbing.

"yummy, right?" he croons, "you can have a taste after if you want. you're so sweet, you deserve a lick or two."

you make this sharp gasp, the most adorable, helpless noise, your whole body jerking as he plunges into you, and satoru nearly cums just from that.

cute. cute cute cute cute so fucking cute he's gonna go crazy.

he bites at the place your shoulder meets your neck just to sate himself. soft skin, tender flesh. salty and slick from sweat.

you melt in his mouth. around his dick. whimpering and sniffling and mewling little demands.

"get on with it, gojo, fuck, is this your first time - "

"first time fucking a cunt this wet?" he purrs between sucking marks on your neck, "yeah, baby. it's crazy, how much you want me."

"you went down on me for like," another high-pitched squeak as he nips your ear, "t-ten minutes, dumbass. of course i'm wet!"

your hands claw at him, trembling just like your voice.

he shoves himself in, all the way to the hilt, disintegrating any coherence you had left. all you can do is cry out, wailing when his long fingers brush over your poor, swollen, tender clit.

"awh, baby, you can take it," he croons. his heart does a little delighted flutter when he sees your (utterly kissable) lips purse in annoyance, only to fall apart again when he pumps back into you.

"run out of nasty things to say, huh, baby?" satoru swears he can feel your pretty little clit twitching and pulsing at his touch, just like his cock throbs inside you.

his eyes glitter as he thrusts in and out. god, your hot fucking body tensing and shuddering against him, the exhaustion warring with pleasure and aggravation on your face.

there's not a single part of you that isn't utterly fixated on him. in this moment he's the most important thing in your world.

and it's glorious. your cunt is clenching him like a vice, unraveling him almost as far as he's already unwound you. little moans spill from your mouth, music to his ears.

that face, god, that fucking gorgeous face that's always frowning at him. so pretty now.

"look at you," he pants, close so close, "god, you're - such a bitch all the time - you just needed a good fucking, huh?"

satoru snatches your face by the jaw, looking you straight in the eyes.

they're all wet and messy and a little bit red. he's so close he has to press hard, fast circles into your clit to get you closer, closer -

"f-fuck," you sob, "fuck, hngh, you-"

he licks your tears off your cheeks, "just needed some good cock, huh? that's all it takes to shut your mean little mouth?"

clawing at his back. he feels you squeezing him for all he's worth, milking him -

"fuck, i'm cumming," he groans, bursting hot and liquid in your tight cunt.

you gulp down heavy, airy breaths. delicate noises as you tremble in his arms.

fuck, you're so gorgeous. satoru lays you back, your lashes fluttering, face flushed, spread out on the desk all limp and exhausted.

his ravished beauty. his little spitfire.

"see," he cooes, cupping your cheek, "all sweet for me now that you're filled with my cum. see how nice it feels when you're good for me?"

your hands shoot up, slapping his hand away, covering your face.

"your mouth is literally only good for eating pussy."

he laughs, leaning in to hold you against him. "and yours is only good for talking shit."

"maybe if you weren't such an asshole you'd know better." you snap, pulling back, sliding him out of you with a little gasp that gets his cock twitching again.

he whines at the loss of you, "awh, come on, don't be like that."

you roll your eyes. it's pretty incredible how well you're composing yourself, fixing your clothes and hair. taking a deep breath as you pointedly ignore his pestering and prepare to leave.

his bitchy, pretty baby. so much less intimidating when he's seen you moaning and cumming in his mouth - but he thinks you're even more adorable now.

"i gave you more than your fair share of orgasms, didn't i? show me what else it's good for~" he sings, staring at you the whole time.

you ignore him until you're dressed again. glancing at him from the corner of your eye. turning away.

"...next week after class." you say, stopping just before you leave, "i don't like owing people."

"heh." satoru watches you dart out the door, shutting it briskly behind you, smiling to himself.

maybe you thought he couldn't see it - as if he isn't always watching your face - but just before you left, he could tell.

the faintest dusting of pink on your cheeks...

you really are the cutest girl alive, huh?

(megumi tells him to stop whistling that day - he doesn't stop for an entire week.)

[revasserium]

hiii, can I still request a drabble? if yes, I want to ask for prompt 1, vocabulary list: stay with rafayel. bcs I think this boy is definitely a tsundere, will do and say literally anything but the truth that he wants you to stay with him. clingy rafayel is just so cute! thank you, I love your writings by the way ✨

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

24. vocabulary list: stay

rafayel; 2,073 words; fluff, fem!reader, pining, slight!spoilers, no "y/n", teeth rotting fluff

summary: 5 times rafayel asks you to stay + 1 time you do instead

a/n: it's just cuteness u__u

001.

“Stay.”

You are both children, and the summer sea is lapping at your feet. Sand squeezes between your toes and shells glitter like diamonds scattered across your stretch of secret beach. Rafayel’s pinky is hooked through yours. You laugh a laugh that sounds like heartbreak, even though Rafayel is too young to know what heartbreak means —

He wonders, later, if creatures of the sea are both with heartbreak in their bones — because what is heartbreak if not the sea? With the way it sings to an endless sky, the way it cups the world in its palm, the way it loves so helplessly — the beach, the seafarers, the rain — only for its loves to sink into its depths and never rise again.

“I can’t — you know I can’t!” you’re still laughing, digging your toes into the sand, as if this were all just a game.

Rafayel huffs, “I don’t! I don’t know!” and he knows he’s being petulant, being childish. But he figures he still is a child, by the measure of the sea, so he should be allowed at least this.

“I’ll be back tomorrow!” you say, you promise, so carelessly, as humans are wont to do.

Rafayel bites his lips, and a part of him knows that you won’t be. Still, he forces a smile, a sigh, and nods.

“Okay then… I’ll see you tomorrow.”

002.

“Stay…” he’s drunk. He can taste it in the weight of the humid air on his tongue. It’s late — the summer moon hanging huge and turgid on the horizon. Even the tide is lazy as it sloshes against the long stretch of shore just outside his window, weighed down by the summertime dreams of long lost loves, the shrapnel bits of broken promises.

You sigh as you look down at him, your eyes bright in the dim lighting of his giant studio.

“I really should be getting back…” you glance at the large clock on the wall, but your eyes flicker back towards him and Rafayel seizes on the chance, pushing himself up and tugging at your sleeve.

“You told me you’d come back and now… you’re leaving again…” he knows he sounds like a petulant child but he feels like a petulant child, the half-bottle of champagne dulling his senses and muffling his usually razor sharp wit.

“I —” a frown creases your forehead as you crouch down beside him, looking over his face, “I said I’d… come back?”

Rafayel sighs again, letting his eyes fall shut, “You don’t even remember…”

He feels the cool of your palm against his cheek and fights down the urge to moan and lean in closer, to press you to him.

“You must really be drunk, huh…” your voice is soft and helpless, but he can hear the hint of your resigned laughter. A moment later, he feels the couch dip as you sit back down, tugging his head into your lap as you run an absent hand through his disheveled hair.

He shakes his head, “Not drunk…”

“Shh… just sleep, okay?” you murmur, pressing your hand to his forehead and smoothing out the tiny frown threatening to crease his brows.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” he asks, even though he doesn’t really want to know the answer.

Your laughter is soft, and maybe even a little sad as you caress his cheek.

“Maybe.”

003.

“Stay… still.” Rafayel has both your wrists pinned above your head, his eyes narrowed as he looks down at you. You tug at this grip, cheeks flushed as you glare up at him.

“Stop! It’s fine —!”

“It is not fine,” he bites out as he reaches down to tug up your shirt. You squirm beneath him, your skin burning hot as his eyes skate down the length of your torso to catch on your lower abdomen, where you can feel the wound you’d gotten during your latest mission splitting open, oozing a steady stream of warm blood onto your freshly laundered sheets.

“This — you —” his eyes are wide as he looks up at you before his gaze is drawn back down. A look of horror seeps into his face as he lets go of your wrists.

“I’m — it’s okay — I’m okay…” you say, wincing as you push yourself into a half-sitting position, him still half-hovering over you with an expression caught between anger, terror, and confusion. You sigh, looking down at the large, rather ungainly gash on your lower abdomen.

It’d hurt like hell, sure, but now, it’s mostly faded to a dull throbbing and the occasional zing of pain that shoots up your spine. Vaguely, you wonder how many stitches it’ll have to be this time.

“Y-you’re…” Rafayel sounds distraught, and even though he glares at you again, you can hear the tremor in his voice.

“I just need some sleep… and tomorrow, I’ll go get it checked out.”

Rafayel slumps sideways onto the bed next to you, an arm thrown over his eyes.

“I’ll come with you.”

“If you want,” you lay back against your pillow, shifting gingerly so as not to agitate the wound even more.

“Do you have a first aid kit?”

“Yeah, in the bathroom — but —”

You can only sigh as Rafayel makes his way to the bathroom and comes back a moment later with the first aid kit and a determined frown.

“Now really — stay still.

004.

“Stay close…” Rafayel’s voice is sweet and warm by your ear.

You bite down a rack of shivers a second before he pulls away, laughing at something someone is saying. The bright lights of the exhibition are a bit overwhelming but you’d promised to show up, and so you had.

The dress you’re wearing is a bit tight, but you hitch a smile to your face as a wealthy art collector smarms at Rafayel, waxing poetic about canvases and colors and the sea. You watch with a muted amusement as Rafayel charms the man into a purchase, and then, as soon as he’s got the signed check, sends the babbling socialite on his way before turning back towards you with a soft shudder.

“I think that’s enough networking for one night.”

You blink, blustering as he tugs you off to one side, grabbing two more glasses of champagne as he goes.

“Wh — but — what about the other buyers?”

Rafayel rolls his eyes, “I really only need to make one or two big sales a year, and then the rest —” he flaps his wrist with a painful, marked nonchalance, “that’s all just for clout, anyway.”

You heave a deep sigh, swallowing down a laugh as Rafayel sips at his drink.

“Shouldn’t you at least try to appease some of the other attendees?” you ask, looking around at the various glitterati of Linkon society.

“Nope!” Rafayel sounds too pleased as he grins at you, reaching out to clink his glass against yours, “I don’t really care what most of them think, anyway.”

“Most? So… you do care what some of them think?” you probe, curious now as to who’s opinion Rafayel might put above his own.

Instead, he leans in, pressing in so close that you feel his hot breath against the lobe of your ear, feel the weight of his words ricocheting down your spine —

“No… just the one.” He pulls back and your heart stutters in your chest.

“And… who might that be?” you ask, your voice breathy and thready and just a tiny bit jealous.

Rafayel’s smirk pulls wide, “Oh… a certain Hunter with a mean streak and a weird obsession with claw-machine plushies.

005.

“Stay with me… please…” his voice is hoarse with want, his pupils blown so wide they almost swallow the midnight magic of his eyes.

“Rafayel, you’re burning up!” you press your palm to his forehead and frown, your other hand wrapped around his wrist, his pulse fluttering beneath your grip.

“D-don’t worry — it’s just — it happens ever year —”

“Still! We should go see a doctor —!”

“No! No — no doctors…” his voice is harsh and he pulls you back towards him with such force that the wind is knocked clean from your lungs as you sprawl against his chest, held there by the weight of his arms and the aftershocks of surprise still coursing through you. Vaguely, you note that he’s much stronger than he’s ever let on — less vaguely, you note that his thumbs as pressing into the bare skin of your side as he bites his lips and looks anywhere but at your face.

“Rafayel? Are… are you okay?”

“It’s — I’m fine —” he lets out another ragged breath and you know implicitly that he’s lying.

“You’re not fine — I’m going to grab some ice — o-oh!” you topple backwards as he pulls you back, strong arms encircling your middle as you try too get up and make for the kitchen.

“R-Rafayel?”

He lets out a long breath as he hooks his chin over your shoulder; in your periphery, you can see the dark blush blooming across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, can feel the heat seeping through his thin shirt and yours to your skin. You can smell slightly salty sweetness of his skin as he holds you to him, his eyes closed, lashes almost damnably long in the moonlight as he tugs you back and slumps against the couch.

“I don’t need anything else but you… so… can you just… stay?”

His voice is soft, almost pleading.

You swallow; you nod; you sink into his embrace, wondering briefly if you’d felt something similar to this before. Or perhaps you’d made a promise like this, once upon a time. But the moon is soft and low and heavy on the horizon, and the sea outside is sweet as it shushes against the long stretch of beach, the water casting a myriad of dancing starlight scattering across Rafayel’s studio ceiling.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say, leaning back into his embrace.

“Good…” he says, nosing into the soft spot between your neck and shoulders; you shudder as his lips brush against the sensitive skin there, “good,” he says once again before leaning down to press a longing kiss to your shoulder.

006.

“Stay…” you peer blearily up at him through the haze of sleep, all your limbs feeling both heavy and weightless all at once. The events of the night prior flashes behind your eyes and you flush hot at the memory.

Rafayel lets out a soft chuckle, “Oh how the tables have turned.”

“Hm?” you make an uncomprehending noise, frowning slightly as he leans in to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, still sitting up, the soft white sheets pooling around his middle, the morning sun casting him in a halo of silver and gold.

“Nothing. I’m just gonna go grab some breakfast — I’ll be right back.”

Still, you pout, digging your fingers into his wrist as you shake your head and whine.

“Don’t… don’t leave.”

Rafayel lets out a soft sigh, laughing as he leans back down to kiss your bare shoulder.

“I’ll just be in the kitchen… I won’t go any further than that — I promise, okay?”

You loosen your grip ever so slightly, “Can your promises be trusted?”

He tuts, gently tugging his arm free, “Of course they can — I found you again, didn’t I?”

You hum, burying your face back into the soft linen cover of the pillow as Rafayel gets up to prep breakfast.

He returns less than ten minutes later with a silver tray and a helpless smile as he looks down at your slumbering form, before he leans down to press his lips to yours, curling his fingers into the baby hairs at the nape of your neck and shimmying back under the blankets with you.

He loops his arms around you and smiles to himself as you burrow deeper into his chest, mumbling incoherently.

“Stupid girl… as if I could ever, ever leave you again.”

[seneon]

EYES DON'T LIE ──── prince! touya × fem warrior! reader.

about. the crown prince can't tear his gaze away from the warrior girl. set in edo period, rural japan! au. written from age to age. a bittersweet romance. touya is written as touya ( before dabi existed ) includes his stimming in some parts, minor mentions alcohol and blood, death. wc of 5300+

notes. silly tsundere prince who has a thing for his strong independent warrior UEGJ I'M IN LOVE. if you didn't know i love rural japan stuff. perhaps courtesan!reader next??

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, there was a birthday celebration held for the crown prince tōya of the todoroki royal family. his turquoise gaze briefly rushed past the crowd in boredom, looking forward to the end of the day already. even as a young prince, he never found anything in the royal events intriguing.

his birthday was no different. as a child of eight years, he already felt like he knew the darkest secrets of the world, the ones that were locked away to the underworld for the reapers of hell to deal with.

prince tōya sat with his family, seated between his sister and brother, both younger than him. as his eyes roamed around, they came to a halt the moment they landed on eyes that sternly looked around. tōya ceased his chewing for a second, staring at the owner whom those stern gaze belonged to.

“fuyumi, natsu, can little girls become warriors?” the curious prince asked, tilting his head to the side, his gaze never leaving the little figure that stood by taller ones.

fuyumi followed her elder brother's gaze. she has just spoken to the girl that stood beside honourable warriors and soldiers. the princess could feel a smile surfacing at the sight of little eight year old you, mimicking your father and his comrades to serve as guards of the party.

“that is y/n! kuromiya y/n, she's the daughter of the general.”

“daughter of the general?” tōya repeated, his tone twisting into curiousity. he resumed his chewing before swallowing. “i didn't know general kuromiya had a daughter…”

the younger prince popped a bite of a monkfish, chewing it to taste the flavour before beaming with satisfaction. the fish was fresh and amazing. firm texture, a refined sweetness with a clean aftertaste.

“she follows her father around a lot, brother. you might get to see her more often.”

just as the crown prince pondered on his brother's words, you looked around, eyes and senses all together alert for any danger that might strike. then, your gaze traveled to the young crown prince, freezing upon his gaze which was locked on yours.

in your eight year old mind, it is rude to stare at people of nobility and royalty. so you quickly looked down at your feet, afraid that perhaps the crown prince might tell of your discourtesy to the king and queen. if that is the case, your eyes will certainly be gouged out the fingers of an executioner.

you shivered at that thought, feeling your father's arms resting on your shoulders as you looked up at the huge man.

“anxious, little warrior?” asked your father as he bent down to your eye level.

you shook your head, fingers grazing at the corner of your eye sockets. “my eyes are going to be plucked out, father. i stared at the crown prince for too long..”

your words made the general raise a brow before he chuckled, a roaring laughter emitting from the back of his throat as you simply stood there in confusion. the man tells you that you shouldn't worry about staring at the prince for way too long, because he noticed that the young todoroki also has his gaze on you the moment he sat down to eat.

you calmed down a little. just a little, though.

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐍, you excel in kyūjutsu, the art of archery. supposedly, you are a natural in the field of long-range attacks, never a loyal servant to the close-ranged such as a blade.

crown prince tōya did not like the fact that there is a soul who dared to take his place as the most supreme in a field. he would occasionally grumble, roll his turquoise eyes, and repeatedly tap his feet on the ground whenever you overtake his arrows in a much more professional way.

he silently cursed you for having a father that is idealistically superb in the field of archery, since your father specializes in serving the king as his eye during battle. tōya simply couldn't stand the fact that a mere girl is better at something he should be good at.

so one day, the young prince approached you as you were firing your shots in the archery academy. you never falter even as he stood behind you, his gaze burning into your back as you ever so calmly shoot arrows repeatedly. one by one, each arrow that overlapped the other, completely tearing the previous one out.

“you're not very girly are you? shooting arrows like how a soldier is supposed to do that,” the prince said, eventually breaking your momentum with his childish and immature words. your arrow did not overlap the previous one. instead, it went a bit over the bullseye, eyes immediately shooting glares at the prince who watched you with furrowed eyebrows.

“that is rude, don't you think, your highness?” you lowered your bow, face twisting into a frown.

tōya shrugged. “nope. i mean, you're the only girl in the archery academy! yet the only one who's genuinely good at shooting a bunch of… stupid arrows...”

his words are uttered with frustration, let loose like a curse through gritted teeth. you noticed that his cheeks are a bit flushed, as if they have been covered in blush that was extracted from red ochre.

“your highness, i believe you caught a cold. your cheeks are red,” you pointed at the prince as he flushed even redder, his feet moving to stomp away.

“i-i’m not sick!”

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, the crown prince hunted his first live animal to present it to his parents as a trophy and a remembrance piece of his first hunt. of course, the todoroki family is proud, even little prince shōto who gave his brother the littlest of claps.

on the other hand, you stood by your father, watching the royal family's interaction. your eyes might be on the sweet family, but your mind wanders right to the cuts and bruises that tōya received when he hunted for the animal.

your fingers twitched slightly, resisting any urge to pull away the prince from his family just to force him into treating his wounds. the prince is smart. he hides his newly-received marks with layer upon layers of cloth, allowing it to seem like a gear when in reality, it stains his skin dirty.

but you knew. you were with the prince when you hunted with him, assisting your father.

“father, i know it's a crime. but do you mind stealing the prince away?”

so that same day at night, when the military army discusses their plans about the next battle, you're in the room of your friend-enemy, telling him to stop moving around and sit still as you tend to his wounds.

poor tōya, his wounds left unattended for the whole day and only treated at night. you knew the crown prince is stubborn enough to not pay a visit to the family doctor just to get himself treated, so you'd rather get medical knowledge just to treat a stubborn prince.

he's such a hard wall to break too, always putting up a façade that he's so strong and independent wherein he really is just a child who seeks to be the best and to live up to the expectations of the country as its prince.

the colour turquoise is practically imprinted in the skin of your fingers and hands now, having the prince to stare at you working your hands so skillfully to patch him up without trying to tickle a burn or torn skin.

with such silence, the boy moved his gaze upwards, now staring at your face which was so focused on patching him up. tōya searches for a reason in your focused eyes, attempting to find a reason as to why you would stick around to help him with such stupidity.

tōya couldn't help but feel heat rising up to his cheeks, even if his lips are still and his gaze is still locked onto your face. he takes in your feature, your beautiful features that has him in an unbreakable trance.

he wonders just why in the world would you want to be a warrior that will eventually stain your precious face with splatters of the enemy's blood instead of the snowflakes that would paint your cheeks a rosy hue.

“your highness… prince tōya,” you called out, waving your hands in front of his face before he snapped out of his daydreaming, fluttering his eyes a little.

“you were staring, your highness.”

not again. he's been caught doing that so many times it is almost easy to catch him staring. specifically, his gaze is on you, always you. as tōya grows older, he gets smarter than the age he was before. he's quick to act now.

“i’m not. i’m looking at the candle behind you,” the crown prince lied as if he's telling the truth. it flows down his tongue so smoothly, like the waters in the lake that dances forward.

he will never admit the fact that he was just daydreaming and wondering about you into the unknown. no, never. the prince will never embarrass himself with a mere girl that is just a tad bit better than him in archery.

he moves his hands and arms, slightly wincing at the sore.

“you should rest, your highness. i shall take my leave now,” you bowed at the prince, standing up before leaving him alone, not even staying to listen to whatever regards he might have kept in stock for you when his mind travelled to the back of his mind.

crown prince tōya laid down, holding his hands up in the air as his mind once again replayed the images of you treating his wounds. it played in his mind over and over again as if the memories were an old stop motion film.

“what a bother,” he murmured under his breath before covering his turquoise eyes with the back of his hands, covering an initial blush that started building up along the heat of the candle before he blew it off to have his rest.

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, you are presented to the crown prince as his retainer upon joining the military ranks. however, the prince isn't delighted in the least at the idea of having a girl as his personal follower.

he tells the king, the general, and you— that he is capable of protecting himself and has no need for a retainer, let alone someone of the opposite gender. tōya isn't keen on bringing a girl to the battlefield where she has to protect him. it makes him feel absolutely pathetic.

despite despising the entire ordeal of you being his personal servant, his mind changed a little when you got on your knees to vow and promise your life to the prince.

“your highness, i ask that you use me. i am your eye, the one who will look after your back or your front in battles. i swore to lay my life down for you, crown prince tōya.”

tōya wanted to protest, to tell you in your face that you are not supposed to be the one doing that. he wants to tell you to stand up immediately and ask that you leave. but he knows all too well that in his weaknesses, there's strength.

you are his strength. you are the one that will cover for his one weakness and complete him. crown prince tōya does not want to protest anymore. he is too tired to let any word slip out from the tip of his tongue anyway. so he only lets out one simple sigh.

that one sigh that told the warmth of your heart that the prince is all the more appreciating your dedication to serve him until death.

he will be sure to use you well as his eye.

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, the eavesdropping ears of the young boy pondered upon the conversation between the general and the lieutenant general. they speak about the coming of age for the general's daughter.

her birthday is coming up very soon. and at the sixteenth birthday of a girl marks her age of legality. her youth and beauty is at its finest. to be dressed in silk, expensive makeup and be wedded to a man is the standard life of a woman.

“my wife and i will celebrate her birthday, do not fret,” said general kuromiya to his lieutenant. “we have not celebrated her birthday in a few years because of how busy the military gets. but, we've cleared some time for our girl's special day.”

tōya hears the lieutenant chuckle then speaking. “if your daughter isn't the crown prince’s retainer, are you going to arrange your daughter into marriage with a noble?”

upon hearing those words, tōya furrowed his eyebrows. it is as if those words were the sharpest of blades ever forged which had just impaled the skull of the todoroki.

his mind is a mixture of curiousity and anger. curiousity for the wanderer mind, and anger for the mind that remained. he could not pick one emotion to feel.

how could the lieutenant speak of such things to the general about his daughter?

and even so, the thought of you being arranged into a marriage with a noble tickles the back of his mind where his pent-up frustration and anger is kept in the dark. he might not be fond of the idea of you becoming his retainer a year ago, but he isn't exactly fond of the idea of you being a normal girl and being wedded to one of those wretched nobles.

if there's anything he did get from eavesdropping, that is that your sixteen birthday is in a week. and he spent a whole week thinking about it.

during missions, visiting a neighbouring village, meeting the citizens and villagers to offer services, hunting, training. whatever that was on the prince’s agenda. he could not get your birthday out of his mind.

when the general's small team along with you and the prince walked through a rather busy city, tōya finally set his mind on a specific subject for your birthday.

he watched in silence beside you as the both of you ventured into a shop that sold all clothing essentials. some of your gears are ruined from the previous hunt, and this is a great opportunity to purchase some items to fix your gears.

your eyes flickered at each corner of the store in search of your desired items. but occasionally, they come to a halt at a few jewelries that were on display. the beautiful blinking ones that beautiful women wear in their hair.

tōya sees you staring at pretty hairpins, and his gaze switches to your hair, wrapped in a topknot that he has never seen falling before. the prince doesn't even know if you even knew how to place a hairpin in your hair. well whatever, he now knows what he's going to give you for your birthday as a great and loving prince to his beloved retainer.

on the night of your birthday, a nicely wrapped rectangle box appeared on your windowsill as you were cleaning your arrows. crippling curiousity overflowed from you as you opened it, eyes widening in surprise at the content inside the box.

there it is, a hairpin which colour perfectly matches the hue of your eye. it was custom made, you can tell, since such a colour isn't so easy to be made into a hairpiece.

regardless of the surprise, you cannot fathom your imagination on who could've given you such a beautiful thing. you opened a supposedly jewelry box and looked at yourself in the tiny mirror before beginning to let your hair down, brush it, and tie it like the girls on the streets with pretty hair and pretty kimono. at last, you set the hairpin in your hair, fingers caressing the metal piece.

such a sight to behold . . . it made tōya’s heart flutter at the sight of you with your hair down, the hairpin beautiful set in your hair. he isn't going to fall for this absurdity though, considering how he just sneaked in the manor of the kuromiya family and swiftly placed your gift on your windowsill.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance. annoyance in himself for committing such a ridiculous thing and all for such a foolish reason.

all for his eyes to watch as the corner of your lips curved into a sickeningly warm smile which twisted at his lower abdomen and in return, granted him a moment to admire you with a lovesick gaze.

you looked extremely beautiful with the hairpin.

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍, at one of the days where you are off duty from serving the prince, you attend a party with your father instead— as his daughter. the daughter and the heiress of the kuromiya family.

not seen as a military officer or a servant of justice, you are present as the daughter of the honoured general and a woman of the kuromiya house.

dressed in the finest silk of the kimono found in that age with a dolled up face and beautifully brushed hair.

tōya of the todoroki family isn't a prince at that moment. he is a normal guest at that party. this is not his party, he only arrived because he was invited by the general.

but gosh, from heaven and back and for the love of the twinkling stars in the universe, he could not tear his gaze off of you. he has never in his entire life seen you so proper, so ladylike and poised.

it was like a whole new different person to him. the only thing that remained the same is the hairpin that was sticking out from your little bun, the extra pieces dangling to and back.

his heart flutters at the sight of you covering your mouth in utmost manner as you smiled and laughed at the other guests. you've greeted the man you've served, that's for sure. but he isn't the only one you have to entertain for the night. and somehow, he doesn't mind being like that, treated like any other normal guests and not being pestered by other souls.

familiar turquoise eyes keep making their way to yours, never plucking them off of you as you conversed through the night. he couldn't help it, he couldn't look away from such beauty. it was too overwhelming for the prince to handle.

it twists at his cold heart that tonight— you wouldn't speak to him that much, or even walk by his side. his insides did a little pout at the realisation at that very simple fact that you have no time for him.

however, the moment his gaze lingered onto her, his feet moved on its own to approach you, intrusively grabbing your hands to hold onto them, never letting go before his gaze bores into the soul of a samurai.

“this is my wife.”

and tōya makes sure the samurai's mind has that information burnt into him, albeit his grasp on your hands were let loose almost immediately after the man who was harassing you left.

there was an uncomfortable silence before you said a soft “thank you,” something you'd never ever say to the prince, to the man you serve. the prince walks a bit ahead of you, his back facing you like how it is always supposed to be. “whatever…”

you assumed he's going to walk away and leave you alone to entertain the other guests, but you invited the crown prince to ditch this aggravatingly bone-crushing party. so now, you two are alone by the lake, far away from people. the moon takes favour in the both of you, illuminating an equal amount of beauty.

yet somehow for this special night, you managed to shine and glow more than the prince himself.

“you look beautiful.”

your cheeks flushed. “uh, thank you..”

and there was silence again. this time, a comfortable silence with a reasonable distance between you and the prince by the lake and the moon reflecting onto the surfaces of the lake.

one more gaze, and tōya sees you smiling up at the moon. his heart aches and clenches inside of him, doing whatever tricks it could— including a race that would not last a horse.

todoroki tōya's eyes never lie. once they determine something is beautiful, it stays beautiful for an eternity.

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘, the scent of strong alcohol hit your nose the moment you entered the prince’s lounge room. drunken men are laid all over, obviously wasted. the prince drinks, coming to a halt the moment he notices you standing at the entrance of the room, watching his every move.

“hello, dear retainer..” he grumbled under his breath as you went over to him to pluck the cup out from his fingers, draping his arm over your shoulders and balancing him up on his feet.

“you are drunk, my prince.”

“ah ah archer, you know.. my guys don't have retainers who're good at archery..”

“is that so?”

the prince hummed in response as he held your shoulder and wobbled in his steps. “you’re the best one in the entire country, y/n.”

“it's an honour. but you mustn't speak. your words are oddly disturbing to me,” you said, receiving a chuckle from the drunken prince.

it is true, the prince never touched on the topic of your archery skills. he is still angry at the fact that you excel at archery better than he is. even if it has been an entire decade of indirect competition. you will always surpass him with efficiency.

“i hate the way you always steal my attention, you damned retainer.”

your eyebrows furrowed at his words, glancing at him momentarily before sliding the door to his room open.

“my apologies,” you said softly with a tiny smile, leading him to his haven where he slumbers. “i didn't mean to do that.”

with that, you set him down his bed, plucking whatever piece of him that felt uncomfortable as his turquoise eyes burned into your soul, watching your every move.

the prince is silent, gaze following the way your fingers would graze the collar of his kimono or untie his obi to loosen it. his stomach felt like it was twisting at your touch, butterflies swarming around like fools at the pit of it.

he snapped out of his trance the moment you were going to stand up as he quickly grabbed hold onto your wrist.

“do not leave me…” he uttered, words so slurred from the alcohol that he consumed, grip tightening when he felt you lightly tugging your wrist away. “i said, do not leave me.”

“your highne—” your senses tingled as your back hit the soft futon on the ground.

both hands at either side of your face, the prince looks down at you through his half lidded turquoise eyes. you searched for a reason behind this action in those ethereally dangerous eyes of his. and there was only a hint of a dark desire.

“you make me sick to the bones.”

you held your breath, the prince letting out a heavy sigh as you felt his fingers gently grazing your cheeks, moving along the lines of your jaw. his touch fueled you on the inside, you have to admit to yourself. cold fingers with such a tender touch. it makes you yearn for him to continue his actions.

“who knows you would look so… beautiful, under me?”

as if warmth hasn't made their debut to your cheeks, he words gifted your cheeks a field of red roses. you were about to part your lips before his sweet traces along your jawline ceased, his weight falling onto you.

and then there was it. nothing else. just a drunken prince who fell into slumber after leaving his retainer in a flushed mess. you cursed under your breath and moved him off of you, tucking him into bed before brushing his hair as white as snow away from his face.

“you are murdering my mind and heart, your highness… it's been like that for so many years too..”

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄, the prince puffed and panted at the cruel training given to him by his retainer upon orders of the king. you are to hone his skills to perfection in the fields of kenjutsu.

prince tōya does not know why he has to go through this rigorous training with someone who specialises with a bow and an arrow instead of a sword, but his tongue slips out curses of regret the moment he clashes his blade with yours after a whole decade.

he clearly underestimated you, never imagining the fact that your swordsmanship skills have been polished way over perfection until it appeared to the prince that you are ultimately the perfect warrior. and it itched his brains along with the tugging at his heart.

the both of you were well aware of an upcoming war that will possibly bring nations to an end. neither your father nor tōya's father has the time to spend on their respective children to train them, so it was only ideal that they trained each other.

“your highness .. we must continue to swing our blades…” you tell the prince, gripping the sword hilt with both hands.

“oh come on, you should shoot arrows, not play with swords in the first place,” tōya rolled his eyes and dropped his sword to the ground, taking a seat. “can't continue anymore.”

once again, your stamina outranks the royal prince. what a shame, you stood longer than he did before you followed him and seated yourself on the ground, falling backwards to hit the ground.

“i’m still not fit for swords, it seems…” you murmured as the prince is now seated beside your lying form, glancing down at you. “then stick to being the archer, my backbone. let me charge ahead. you will follow me behind.”

you looked at his eyes before switching to the clear blue sky. his eyes matched the colour of the sky perfectly, it made you tugged a smile at the corner of the lip along with his words that sunk into your mind.

“i will always follow you behind, prince tōya.”

the prince rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his palm, a tiny blush coating his cheeks rose. “you better not stray too far..”

“i won't. i’ll be right behind you,” you chuckled as the voice of the royal princess fuyumi called out, inviting you and the crown prince to have some tea with her.

the prince stands up to brush his hakama. then as you sat up. before you could push yourself off the ground, he held his hands out. you looked at his hands for a quick moment before accepting it and he pulled you up gently.

“imagine if this is the last time we'll ever leisurely spend time with each other… you know... before the war and stuff.”

“that is not a very nice thing to say,” you frowned at tōya's words as he chuckled. “i’m just kidding… it will not be. trust me.”

𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄, heaven forbid the prince to keep his words and promises to you.

oh dear, how could this happen? why is there an arrow stabbed right through your shoulders? why are you still clenching the reins when blood drips down your shoulders and stains your clothes wine red? why are you still marching forward to follow the prince right behind as you have told him you would?

the prince’s army came to a halt when he stopped his horse and went to catch your falling body into his arms, your blood seeping into the fabric of his clothes almost immediately.

you hear the prince call out to you over and over like it was a chant, a desperate chant that does not go through your ear. your mind is too hazy to even be focusing on the view in front of you.

you shut your eyes to relieve some of that blur and when you do, it's the prince's turquoise eyes that cover your field of vision. it has always been his eyes that pulls you back to reality, it pulls you from straying away too far. his eyes are that one thing that you always seek from the very start.

“shit, y/n, no no no no no….”

you hear him say, oddly clear that your mind isn't as hazy as it was before, thanking his eyes that pierced through your haziness to make way so you could see his face.

“why would you do that!?”

you knew he was referring to the moment where at the most unexpected moment, an arrow shoots the prince's way and you went to his side to serve as his shield.

you did it because you want to protect him. you did it because you have made a promise to be his eye. you did it because you didn't want him to be hurt.

you did it because you love and care for him.

“how dare you get hurt, y/n!”

it makes you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to hold an amount of pain, both on the outside and on the inside. you must not falter, you mustn't show weakness in front of the prince as his retainer and most loyal servant.

“i apologise, my prince,” you forced yourself to sit up, coughing up a smile that breaks tōya's heart.

“we have to get the arrow out now, quickly, and efficiently,” the prince calmly said in a stern voice, unsure of how to really react to this. the inside of his mind a whole raging calamity.

from this point onwards, the sleeves of his hakama is now completely stained from holding you in his arms. it drips down his arms like blood-soaked honey. his fingers are constantly moving around to squeeze your arm, his usual habit of stressful stimming clearly portrayed as his mind wanders everywhere in visible conflict.

“your highness, you can't! none of us are authorised medics! and she will bleed more if you take the arrow out!” one of tōya's soldiers exclaimed as you held the prince's hands to calm his stimming down.

“please, prince tōya. it's futile, the war is still ongoing. you must go back out there to fight.”

“without my archer? without my retainer? without my backbone!? how am i even supposed to stand without you!?” he cries out as you shut your eyes to contain the tears that are beginning to gather at the corner of your eyes.

“someone please. please just get it out of her...”

“i’ll be fine. please... your presence is needed out there,” you whispered.

“i don't want to go out there without you. not when there's still so much for us to do.”

you felt his fingers resting on your dirtied cheeks, caressing your face with such shakiness that your cheek is now dripping with the tears of the prince. one drop at a time, he wipes his tears on your cheeks with his thumb, this sickeningly despairing smile portrayed on his face.

it makes you want to clench your heart in nothing but for the sake of easing your pain. even if it hurts and pulls at your soul, you held his hands and leaned into his touch, holding his fingers tightly.

“i’m sorry.”

there's not even a moment where his eyes leave you, darting all around while trying to find a way to put you out of your pain. it twists and turns on the inside, fueling his debuting rage.

tōya rests his forehead against yours, his snow white hair falling onto your face as he gazes into your eyes, trying to find a way to find solace in your own gaze.

“i don't want to leave you alone.”

“but tōya," you dropped the formality. "my eyes feel heavy. i’m going to rest for a bit.”

turquoise eyes widened at your words before his hands held you tighter and embraced you into a hug so warm that you smiled your way out of his life.

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[billythesimp]

*BASHES DOWN DOOR* I HEARD RQ WERE OPEN

Okay here me out, Lycaon with a rabbit or cat (you decide) thiren that tried to argue with him at any chance they get. But that's because they don't know how else to act around him because of their HUGE crush on him. Basically you're typical tsundere.

That's about it, BACK INTO MY CORNER. NO PRESSURE TO DO THIS AND TAKE YOUR TIME BESTIE

-AJ🐺

Well, Well, Well~ [insert evil laughter here]

If it isn't my fellow proxy, AJ. Thank you for leaving me a request, I do appreciate the support so I put my whole Badussy into this request.

Smooches, see you soon!

Cat And Dog Fights

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…

Before I started detailing this request, I did a funny 10 pull on the standard banner. I now have C1 Von, so I dedicate this post for the good luck of those who want Von Lycaon to come home. Bless Bless, Wolf ass.

Lycaon x Cat-Thiren-gn!reader

𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡…⋙

tw: Little OOc, mention of Rina's cooking /j

✦ Lycaon likes to think himself a patient man- or werewolf. He can handle Corwin’s self deprecation. He can handle Ellen’s overwhelming bored and teen rebellious phase. Rina’s cooking and antics, I’m pretty sure he puts up with, though barely. However, with this new addition to their team, he acknowledges the huge- HUGE elephant in the room. This cat thirens disobedience and clear dislike towards him, their boss. And while it’s fine when it’s outside the job, they work efficiently and swiftly when on their jobs, though they always seek to peeve him off at times, a cunning glare in their eyes when they look back at him, how they run forwards to finish his own enemies as to show off. It’s their defiance that creates problems as he can’t help but think they are trying to prove that their are better. 

✦ And usually he won’t complain, after all he hired them for their potential and knows what he’s getting into, but lately they’ve been chipping away at his patients, their coy antics getting under his fur, having to restrain a low growl when they purposely interrupt him or act out of line in front of guest or their masters. The reason Rina can only giggle behind her palm while staring at the two of them stare each other down, another one of their pity arguments being the center of attention. Creative backhanded compliments shared between the two as Corwin tries to calm the two, Ellen holding the girl back in amusement.

✦ Honestly, Lycaon can’t help but be slightly disappointed, he sees his employees as family, so to see one with a clear disdain for him makes him pout in private, seeming gloomy as his tail thumps and ears pinned back. Rina has to comfort him, all the while encouraging him to cheer up. Offering him a meal which he refuses, stating he wasn’t hungry. Though Rina can only ask that he give it his best try to be the bigger person and treat them kindly, for they don’t know what they could be going through.

✦ That being said, Rina is hiding more then she’s leading on, one second in Lycaon’s office to comfort him and then another in a private sitting quarters with said Cat thiren, brushing their hair and scratching behind their ears while listening to their childish rant- more like them denying their feelings. 

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While sitting before Rina’s small puppets, they paw and rack the little phantoms on their heads, watching them evade their attacks before being pulled back towards Rina’s lap. Having to sit still was difficult enough, but Rina promised to comb their hair and get it nice and pleasant for their next trip. “Ah, you need to take better care of yours. Lycaon will scold you if your headpiece isn’t perfectly centered- or in one piece in general.” She giggled before properly setting the cutest fabric on their head and giving their ears a little scratch.

“Eh, who cares what he thinks. He can just fix it himself if it bothers him so much.” With a hiss, their tail thumps besides them before they use it as a distraction from their overwhelming thoughts on said werewolf. “Oh, I think you do actually care about his thoughts on you.”

“Ehehe- Yeah you do!”

“Sir Lycaon, did you see that! Hehehe”

“Oh Sir Lycaon, see how great I am!”

“Great! Great!”

“H-HEY SHUT IT!” The cat hisses at the teasing from the little boos, Drusilla and Anastella spinning around before returning to Rina’s figure, avoiding the nasty glare said cat was giving them. “Now, now kitty. No more fighting- you already do enough of that with Von,” Smiling before moving them to sit upright, the figure before her slumping again and leaving her to adjusting them again til they stay, “Though, you know if it’s attention and praise you want, maybe fighting less with the boss would actually get you the results you want.”

“Pffm, as if.” They only pout to themselves, muttering quietly as Rina takes out a needle and starts stichting up their uniform where little tears and rips had formed. Whether from their battles or their tendies to claw at the fabric when they don’t know what to do with their hands. “Even if I wanted it, I don’t even know what I would say…”

“Oh, and what makes you think that kitty? Von would be more than delighted to compliment your achievements, after all he looks highly of you. You’re an amazing servant here, he couldn’t be more proud of your growth. He told me himself.” While she gushed her Boss’s supposed claims, the thiren’s tail swayed quicker then before, the adorable pout on their face turned into that of an embarrassed frown, afraid to speak out of fear of word vomiting. “Oh Kitty, promise you’ll try to be nicer to Lycaon. As much as I adore your little cat-dog fights, I would like it if you both got along much more.” 

They yelp as Rina ‘accidently’ poked them with the needle, ears flatten as they only mumble out a silent promise. Blushing as they think of how they could try to be nicer, distracted at how Lycaon would react to their change in demeanor, tail returning to playfully bat Rina’s hand while lost in deep thought.

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✦ After this conversation, Lycaon finally notices the little changes in their Cat’s behavior. Offering a hand in his tasks, though they still have their little backhanded comments, they are obedient nonetheless. He could tell that they seem to be warming up to him again, not running away from him as much and willing to calm down and listen instead of enlightening another fight between wolf and cat. Really, He’s glad they have improved since then, also making an effort to respect his fellow thiren and help them however he can. 

✦ He sees how much they enjoy the headpats and scratches the girls give them, how they have a subtle purr from the affection and praise they give them. So after a mission complete, satisfied with their work today, he gives them a little head pat and congratulates them on the great. While at first they don’t respond at first, tired from the day's events, they suddenly perk up and jolt away, rambling an indescribable comment and turning tail to run off into their safe house. He can only tilt his head, tail wagging as he couldn’t help but enjoy just how soft their hair is.

[strawberryama]

Hot Springs

sequel to favors

haganezuka x younger, fem! reader

content : content : age gap!!! (early/mid twenties reader. If you arent comfy with that/dont like it, just dont read it), tsundere-ish reader, “good girl,” “princess,” piv, brief cunnilingus, oh no i think i’m in love love with the asshole, hot spring, is??? Someone watching??, mating press, creampie

Minors dni 18+!!

It’d been roughly two weeks since that evening, and things began to pick up in the village. Seems everyone and their mother was in need of a sword, whether it be a replacement or someone looking for their first time sword. Either way, Haganezuka was busy. As was Kanamori, and even the chief. They hardly left their workspaces. All meals were brought to the craftsmen and left outside their respective rooms.

And despite it being a rather peaceful few weeks, ______’s body was so tense. So, on this particular night, she found herself headed off to the steaming hot spring, smile on her face. ______’d been busying herself by deep cleaning the entire estate and even redoing the garden. So the very thought of soaking away all the sweat and grime was heaven on earth to the girl. Relaxing her tight shoulder muscles was merely a bonus when she considered how sweaty she’d gotten over the day’s work.

As she reached the spring, ______ began to skip a bit. She could hear the water and it got her giddy. A huge bath all to herself. Just for her. It’d been like that this entire time everyone was busy. And it seemed that she would be lucky enough for a few more days.

But...actually, her luck had already run out.

When ______ finally got to the clearing she shrieked in surprise and horror. Haganezuka of all people was currently occupying the hot springs. Had she not already found herself staring at him, maybe she would’ve had amble time to run off and pretend the scenario never took place. But when Haganezuka looked over at her, ______’s poor attempt to hide in the bushes failed her.

“I already saw and heard you, idiot. Just come join me.”

He was right. She wasn’t very sly at all. Then again, stealth was never her forte.

______ emerged from the bushes, setting aside her soap and towel. Kicking off her shoes, she looked to Hagnezuka. How kind, she thought noticing he turned away. She took that as a sign to untie and quickly fold her kimono before slipping into the hot water. ______ made sure to be quick as she knew if she wasn’t fast enough Haganezuka would make some comment.

She sank down into the water with a sigh as all the tension in her body seemed to just wash away. Her stiff muscles finally took a sigh of relief, relaxing. Her body already began to feel refreshed as the sweat and dirt disappeared into the spring. ______ removed the pin that held her hair up, placing it on top of her neatly folded clothes. It was the same beautiful hair pin that Haganezuka made her. He didn’t know it since he was so busy, but she wore it every day. It was her favorite gift she’d ever received. She could feel the hard work and concentration that was required to make it. It was probably the nicest item she’d ever received.

“Haganezuka-“

“Hotaru,” he said, cutting her off. He still was turned to face away. Thank the heavens he was, his correction alone had _______ burning up.

“H…Huh?”

“Call me Hotaru like you did that night.”

If she was hot before, ______ was now boiling. She wanted to dive under the water and never reemerge. How could this guy make her so nervous but irritate her so much at the same time?

“F…Fine. Hotaru, you can turn around. I’m in the spring.”

It took him a moment but he turned to face ______, a faint red dusting his own cheeks. But the question was, was it the hot spring or ______ that caused that? His eyes met hers but they were quick to wander so shamelessly - eyeing her chest and the perky nipples that tried to hide below the water.

“H-Hey! What’re you doing?”

“Just looking.”

“Well, stop!”

Haganezuka finally cracked a smirk, leaning in, nearly touching noses with ______. “Hmmm? You saying you aren’t interested anymore?”

“I-I didn’t say that!” ______ reared back a bit, almost offended. She didn’t even truly process what she was admitting to that sly fox of a man did.

“Good. Cause I ain’t gonna give you up to someone like Kanamori. And that kid sure ain’t getting you either.”

“Kotetsu?”

“Yeah. Keeps telling me that if I don’t snatch you up, he’s gonna. Something about being better suited for you.”

______ couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped. Kotetsu was a sweet kid. He’d been the only one not too busy these past few weeks. So, he was often following ______ about during meals and helping send them off to the swordsmen. He was a sweet kid alright. But he was a kid. And not to mention…

“Oi! Don’t laugh!” Haganezuka barked.

“Haha! He’s far from my type. Trust me.”

“Nn? Then what is your type?”

______ felt the heat return to her cheeks as she opened her mouth. “Well…older, for starters; preferably older than me. A man that’s…stubborn but dedicated to his work is nice too. A guy that irritates me to no end and bickers with me; one that mindlessly tracks blood all over the veranda, even if I do have to clean up that big mess.”

With each descriptor, Haganezuka’s smile only grew. He grew closer and closer, eyeing her lips.

“Anything else?”

“A guy that has a thing for wind chimes would be nice, too.”

“Lucky for you, I think I happen to check every single box. Even the wind chimes.”

The shy smile that spread on ______’s face said it all. Haganezuka closed the gap, pulling her into a deep kiss. He was always so heavy and intense compared to _______. When she went in for a soft kiss, he locked their lips together, hands finding and squeezing her waist. He massaged at the skin, beckoning her to straddle his lap.

“Mm,” ______ moaned into Haganezuka’s mouth. She was being swallowed whole it felt like. How did this asshole always know just what to do to? How did she even allow him to sway her this much?

The kiss began to grow needy as Haganezuka’s tongue pushed its way into _____’s mouth. It explored her mouth, hungry for her. His hands on her hips, yanked her closer until her body was flush with his. Haganezuka’s intentions of continuing where they last left off were loud and clear.

But, wait!

______ placed her hands on Haganezuka’s chest, presing back and freeing herself with a gasp. “I needed to bathe. C…Can we…you know?”

That asshole - he quirked an eyebrow, smirk on his lips. “Use your words, princess. Can we what?”

Ugh! Not the ‘princess’…that made her putty in his hands. “C-Can we…continue back at the estate once we get all clean?”

“Oh, you don’t wanna do it here?”

“H-Haganezuka!”

“Hotaru,” he corrected. “It’s okay. You’re a good girl that follows the rules. Nothing wrong with that. You wanna be my good girl from now on, _______?”

If the water wasn’t getting to her, than Hotaru surely was. She could feel how hot her body was. _______ even felt a bit lightheaded. The seductive way he said her name, his thumbs rubbing her hips, it was all so much. “Y…Yeah.”

“Then I suppose we should get this good girl cleaned up,” he whispered against her lips

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“Hotaru!” _______ shrieked suddenly.

Hotaru had shoved ______ right off his lap, pushing her into the water. He couldn’t help the loud laugh that erupted from his chest watching as the tiny girl went under with a splash. The betrayed expression that flashed across her face briefly before she was plunged under by gravity was adorable. Truly, he was in love with that brat.

He knew what was coming though. As soon as _______ popped up from the steaming water, the anger was evident on her face. “Hotaru!!!”

“There’s my girl,” he snickered. “That’s the _______ I know - pissed at me for one thing or another.”

“Haganezuka, Hotaru! I’m gonna kill you!”

Hotaru ignored the empty, angry threats thrown at him one after the other. He reached for the soap _______’d left outside the spring, grinning at her so smug.

“Sure ya are. But why don’t you turn around so I can get your back first.”

The growl that she let out was truly the funniest thing Hotaru’d heard in years. She was always all bark, no bite, such a tsundere brat. Seeing her be all mushy and honest about her feelings sure was cute, but Hotaru had an affinity for when that tiny gal was telling him off. The duality of seeing her so pissed and combative only to have her be puddy in his hands, begging and whining for him, was such a sight to behold. And man oh man, it was hot to Hotaru.

So that word vomit of insults and grumbling that left out of _______’s mouth was music to Hotaru’s ears as he washed her back. He massaged at her shoulders, earning a gentle whimper, cutting off the onslaught. Though, as he moved towards her neck, a moan left her lips and Hotaru grinned.

“Hm?~”

“Nothing..”

Hotaru’s grin turned to a smirk as he stood up, towering over _______. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, testing the waters.

“Haga-“

“Do I need to punish you each time you refer to me incorrectly?”

_______’s body stiffened. Fuck.. “N-No, sir.”

God, that nickname brought visions of that night back to Hotaru. It had him twitching and he could feel heat rising. It was as if he was possessed by his need suddenly as he began to litter ______’s neck with languid kisses.

“Hey! Wh..What happened to cleaning me up?”

Hotaru snickered at this. “You’ll get clean eventually.”

______ turned around immediately, readying to yet again combat the swordsmaker but was met his warm lips upon hers. He hummed into the kiss and ______ could tell that sneaky bastard was smiling. He was all too proud of himself for that one.

Haganezuka grabbed ______ by the waist, pressing her tiny wet body against his large one. He relished in the way ______’s nipples rubbed against his skin, hardening against the cool air as they stood in the spring. It wasn’t everyday he got the bratty little housekeeper’s perfect body all to himself, after all. He grew hard at the sensation, practically shoving his tongue down _______’s throat.

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“H..H-Hotaru..!”

He just smirked down to her, watching as she clammed up, cheeks turning red. It was just like that night they shared. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t get lost in the memory once or twice since the evening of lust. Hotaru was ashamed but just the other evening he found himself breathless with ______’s name falling from his lips in a wanton hush. His rough, calloused hand was nothing like what ______’s gentle hands had to feel like about him. The thought would only have him bucking his hips more and more, sloppily thrusting in hopes that maybe his favorite little housekeeper’d stumble in on accident. Then knowing how kind she was, she’d repay him his favor. There was no way she wouldn’t. He knew her too well.

Hotaru returned in full force, grabbing at her hips, pulling her into another overpowering kiss. ______ let out a moan of shock and pleasure, gripping at his biceps. Being pressed so closely, ______ could feel everything. And if this was Hotaru’s plan from the start, god was he doing a damn good job. She’d already abandoned the idea of cleaning up. Her mind was too occupied by the tongue that roamed her mouth and the wet cock that at her naval.

______ didn’t even notice as Hotaru’s hands began to roam about his lover’s wet body as he listened to her soft gasps, longing for more. One hand occupied her breast while the other ventured to an all too familiar territory.

“H..Hotaru,” ______ whimpered as her breath caught in her throat.

He brushed aside her moan and began to roll gentle circles into her clit, feeling how truly wet she already was.

______ threw back her head, holding in a whimper at the jolt of pleasure. How was he good at everything? It wasn’t fair. She looked at Hotaru through her eyelashes and she felt herself grow even wetter. The look of concentrated lust and the slight tinge of red on his cheeks was heavenly. He was a truly perfect being.

If it weren’t for Hotaru taking note of how she snuck little glances at him, he might’ve played with her a bit longer. But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He’d held back for what felt like an eternity.

“God, doll. You didn’t tell me you were this creamy,” he snickered. “On your back. I need you. Now.”

______ hesitated in surprised but quickly nodded. Hotaru was hot when he demanded her pussy like that. She waded over to the edge of the spring before shyly turning to face Hotaru. The look of pure lust and hunger in his eyes was suffocating and intoxicating. ______ didn’t even think twice before hopping up on the edge, looking up at Hotaru as he grinned down at her.

“Lay back. I’ve been dying to taste this pussy for weeks.”

Those vulgar words had ______’s toes curling. But Hotaru wasted no time, grabbing the plush thighs before him, nestling his head between them. He didn’t hesitate even a single second before diving right in.

His tongue immediately took to swirling her clit in circles, making her whine. ______’s breasts heaved as Hotaru’s tongue flicked at her swollen little nub. He was a god. How was one person even this goddamn good at eating pussy? And just when she grew comfy, he’d switch it up.

Those thick fingers ______ remembered so well returned to her aching cunt, two slowly slipping in. The stretch was like a warm drink of water after being out in the cold, flooding her senses. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, welcoming the burn of being stretched out.

They both missed this. They’d wanted this for weeks. They’d needed it. And they finally got it. _______’s fingers were no where near as good as Hotaru’s. They weren’t long enough, and no where thick enough. And Hotaru…he craved her body more than he craved air. He was like a starved man, finally eating for the first time in a week.

“Oh my god, Hotaru!” she gasped in pure ecstasy. “Just like that! Thank you, sir!”

Hotaru grunted before beginning to suck on her clit. He felt her thighs trembling and he hummed, sending a vibration to her core. His goal wasn’t to make her cum just yet, it was to get that pussy nice and wet for his cock.

His fingers curled up every few thrusts, sending ______ into a frenzy. It was the spot that drove her crazy but the inconsistency of it being rubbed against left her craving more. She grew needy, whining loudly.

“‘Taruuuu!!”

“Yes, baby?~”

He knew exactly what she was bitching about. But he wasn’t about to give it to her. Not right now.

“Stop teasing me!” ______ complained.

Hotaru smirked, pulling his fingers out completely. He stood up, looking down on her as he sucked his fingers clean. “With pleasure.”

______ gasped as Hotaru began to fist his fat cock right before her, a sadistic glint in his eyes. He brought the tip to her cunt, rubbing up and down to get his dick nice and slick with her precum.

“Just like you asked, princess. No more teasing,” he snickered.

Hotaru then began to sink his girthy cock into her tight cunt. He hissed as he guided it in, her hole being far tighter than he anticipated. Which meant ______ was gasping, digging her nails into his biceps as he slowly pushed in.

The pair gasped and groaned until Hotaru bottomed out, his hands on either side of ______’s head holding him up.

“Shit….you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed.

______, on the other hand, wasn’t fairing any better. Painful tears lined her eyes as she continued to take shallow breaths. Her nails still bit at Hotaru’s biceps and she gnawed on her lip. “You’re…too big, idiot,” she gasped.

Hotaru couldn’t even be mad at her calling him an idiot. ______ was taking the brunt of the discomfort and had every right to deal with it how she needed to. But the sooner she relaxed, the sooner they both were better off.

Hotaru gently ran his hand up and down her thigh, trying to soothe her. He, admittedly, wasn’t great at comforting others. He’d clam up and always say the wrong thing when he was trying to hard. So, he tried to pick his words very carefully.

“Hey, look at me, princess..”

His hand continued to run up and down her thigh as she looked up at him through a pained pouted.

“Good girl..you’re doing so good,” he whispered. His free hand cradled her cheek, thumb brushing away any tears. “Take your time. I’m right here for you.”

Looking up at Hotaru, ______ melted a bit. The tension and pain eased a bit as she tried to relax. Hotaru was never this kind to her. He was brash, a pervert, and got on her last nerve. Feeling his warm hands comfort her while he tried to offer support was a new feeling. It was a feeling that she would never forget. Not anytime soon at least.

As she looked into his eyes, ______ could see herself falling more and more in love. She was coming to recognize these feelings that she had weren’t fleeting. They were going no where. ______ was deeply in love with this grumpy sword maker. Her breathing hitched and she slowly let go of his biceps.

“‘Taru,” she said quietly as she reached out and took his face in her hands.

“You doing okay..?”

______ nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “I…I’m okay. You can move.”

Hotaru hesitated but looked down at her. Eventually, he nodded and pulled his hips back slowly. Hotaru couldn’t fight the guttural moan that left his throat as he pulled almost entirely out and then pushed back in fully. He watched as ______ gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah, that feel good?” he snickered.

______ bit her lip, nodding up at him. She looked so fucking erotic to him without even trying. With her arms wrapping around his neck, Hotaru had an amazing view of her body. With every thrust he watched as her tits jiggled, almost as if they were taunting him. He desperately wanted to suck and drool all over them, but he didn’t want to overstimulate his lover too much just yet.

Hotaru very gently took her by the back of the thighs, pushing her knees to her chest. He grunted as he pushed in, going just a bit deeper in this position. He watched as ______’s eyes rolled back and she let out a soft moan.

“Yeah?~ Does the princess like how deep I’m in her pussy?”

______ whined, turning her head to look away. “D-Don’t say stuff like that! It’s dirty!”

He couldn’t even try to hold in the scoff he let out. If she thought that was dirty, she was in for a rude awakening.

“That’s not dirty, ______. Dirty is telling you : this tight pussy is all I’ve thought about for weeks. Every night, I fisted my dick, thinking about it. Dirty is telling you : I wanna breed you and watch the cum leak out of your sloppy little hole. Dirty is-!”

“Okay, okay! I get it! Stop!!” ______ shrieked, scrunching her eyes shut in embarrassment. Her entire face had turned bright red. Her hands covered her face, trying to hide from Haganezuka’s lustful gaze as his hips sped up.

“Oh, yeah? You get it? Then why don’t you say something dirty. Then, I’ll stop talking about this tight, hot cunt. Hm?”

______ eyes went wide and she found herself struggling to make eye contact again. Hotaru took her hands from her face, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Meanwhile his other hand grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

______ swallowed thickly, trying to think of something. She had to push down her pride and delve into the depraved part of her that existed somewhere deep in her. She needed to say something, anything! Hotaru was just staring at her with those eyes and that smirk that sent her wild.

“I’m waiting.~”

She scrunched her eyes shut again so she didn’t have to look at him as she spoke softly, “Y…Your cock…is so big…i-it feels like it’s tearing me apart…”

……

To her horror, Hotaru slowed his hips. ______ opened her eyes, mortified thinking she said the wrong thing. But Hotaru seemed to have other plans.

He let go over her jaw and wrists, hands returning to the back of her thighs. With a renewed vigor, he began to pound into her. His hips slapped against hers with such force each time that she felt it with her whole body. She gasped and cried out with every thrust. Haganezuka was putting a good deal of weight behind every thrust, slamming his cock against her cervix.

“Fuuuck, ______,” Hotaru moaned finally. His grip on her thighs became bruising as his hips slammed into hers. “Such a…good…girl…!”

Hotaru grunted with every wet slap of his hips and balls, each becoming more primal than the last. The noises that he made overshadowed the distant rustling of leaves in the night. It overshadowed the trickle of water from the springs. But it became a sweet symphony along side that gasps and moans that left ______’s lips.

“Ho! Ta! Ru!” she cried between thrusts. Her eyes began to roll back and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You, sir!”

“Louder! Who owns this tight, little cunt?”

“You, Hotaru!!” ______ yelled. Her hands flew to his back, clawing at his shoulder blades as his thrusts became erratic. Her tight cunt clenched about him, unable to take it anymore.

Hotaru was getting closer and closer. He was near feral with how he was using ______’s body. Each thrust nearly sent him over the edge. And when he felt ______’s pussy clamp down on him, he knew it was the final push.

Without warning, Hotaru’s hips slammed into ______’s one final time. His hot, sticky cum filled her up, as he groaned. He fought the urge to collapse on top of her as he knew she was far more fragile and spent than he probably was.

But when Hotaru slid out of ______, he couldn’t help the moan that slipped his lips, his head falling back.

“God,” he panted, watching the cum leak out of her. He couldn’t help himself as he began to push it right back. Though it seemed that _______ was a bit too sensitive for that at the moment seeing as she tried to close her legs.

“Ah, ah! You let me push it back in,” he chided weakly. And while she whined, ______ allowed it. “Good girl.”

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It took a while but the couple did get cleaned up. They relaxed in the hot spring, Hotaru’s arm around ______.

“I’m exhausted because of you, you asshole,” she whined.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll carry you back if I gotta.”

______ huffed and pouted but seemed to accept that as a solution. She cuddled up to Hotaru’s chest, relishing in the hot water for a bit longer.

Due to how tired she was, ______ missed it but Hotaru sure didn’t. There was a slight rustling from the near by bushes in the forest. It could’ve easily been marked off as an animal or the wind. It probably was. But it was enough of a noise and late enough at night that Hotaru made sure to make a mental note. Just to be safe.

When the time came to head back, true to his word, Hotaru piggybacked his new girlfriend back to the estate. He was cautious from the noise earlier but it seemed…it was no threat. At least not to him.

And he’d like to keep it that way

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Optional pt 3

[chaoticyumelikes]

Sweet!! I have a request..fanfic! I wasn’t sure which character you write for but I’m leaning towards redson from lmk ( love me a tsundere ) who has a fem partner who’s very shy yet cuddly and wants affection from him since he’s busy with his machines but of course this is making the fire prince flustered since he’s never seen her that way and it gets worse when she says with a cute sad doe eyes “ please kiss me ” and boom. The rest is up to you! Hopefully this was okay!

Alright!!

Redson x shy!reader

Weeeeeellll opposites do attract but oh boy.

To have fallen in love with you was not easy on the flaming prince. He was of royal status. He couldn't waste his time with peasants much less so when he has the duty to build and conquer to gain the favor of his own parents. But then he meets you, a shy little mortal peasant and he scowls. When he isn't able to hear you he is LOUD and curt.

"SPEAK UP PEASANT!"

Your hurt expression does give him pause and he readjusts his temper slightly. A veeeeery tiny fraction. At first.

He does begin to like your presence though. You actually listen to him to all his ramblings, you grow fascinated at his technology and even though you don't understand his more technical terms you edge him on. So he begins to search for you when he has brilliant ideas for new mech. If he has your phone number expect him to call you at odd hours and rant to you about his latest invention and plans all the while on his bed kicking his legs with a huge smile on his face. If you complain about the hour he will get a bit snappy after all why should he respect your weak sleeping schedule. He does take note of it and kiiiinda tries to respect it. When he remembers that is. This man/demon is full of work so he's going to forget what hour and what day it even is. But he does feel fortunate to have you. While his parents treated him as a disappointment you were there fascinated and loving his every invention.

As time passes he drops the "peasant" around you.

MK tired: Stop calling us peasants...

Redson with a greatly offended expression: Excuuuuuse you Noodle Boy! I called you all peasants! *points at you with his hand* They are superior to you. In fact! *he shoos away MK from around you with a disgusted look on his face while gently dusting you off the Noodle Boy's germs off you* Stay away from them, don't bother them, don't look at them, don't infect them with your very presence. Come along dear let's go enjoy civilised company together.

Yeah... He is trying... If you point out he was rude to MK be prepared to chase a flaming Redson after MK on accounts on trying to poison you against him.

You: Please stop trying to hurt MK.

Redson smiling after a while of this repeated topic of conversation: I wouldn't dream of it *secretly presses a button to deploy several robots and weapons to carry out the job*

Invitations to his home and workshop, feel pride my shy human mortal, for you get to see the genious at work! You even try to help out when he vehemently prohibits so. You are his guest and his workshop isn't exactly... Mortal friendly. He will treat you like royalty in return for you caring about him all the while denying it. Point out his blush and he will snap that it's just the heat from the lava. And speaking of this, he will sometimes work without a shirt on and then it's your turn to blame your rosy cheeks on the general heat.

Redson: Excuse me, they asked for no pickles *now threatening the clerk* IS THAT SO HARD FOR YOUR PUNY MORTAL PEASANT BRAIN TO COMPREHEND?!

Yeeeeah he has a temper and it causes problems in his everyday life including you. He will not apologise.... By words I mean. He will leave you trinkets and acts of service. Builds you a robot for protection or build you a super cool (and deadly) vehicle.

Now about trying to show this man physical affection... Will be hard. Redson's not a very touchy person as he is deeply indoctrinated into his noble ways. And nobles do not touch unless a specific protocol is followed. So it has to be introduced in small baby steps.... You know.... Gently.... Like trying to disable a bomb.

He won't hurt you but he will flinch away and give you a look of discomfort and suspicion. Insist and be prepared for a lecture on proper etiquette.

When he FINALLY gets that he loves you... Well his world shatters. He starts to overthink and have panic attacks. How would his parents react (they have known for the longest time)? How would he court you? Should he stick to ancient demon ways to court a human? By formal kidnapping? Should he learn the human peasant ways? Eugh! But should he? Etc, etc.

He begins to shower you in gifts made by him. Super cool armor to protect you that ends up with so many functions and customization that you can't move at how heavy it is. Like I mentioned before a robot buttler, a robot bodyguard, a robot cook.... You know what? Just move in the mansion and you get a robot army. You think he is kidding... He is definitely not. The mansion has room and protection and he will make sure to attend to your every need plus you will stay close to your one only genius. Deny him and he will do as he always does..... Makes even more effort that ends in new explosive failures. One time the Monkey Crew even asked him if he was trying to actively kill you.

When you two finally get together.... You're not able to touch him, even get near him thanks to his fire powers go out of control at how happy he is. Even his parents thought for a second that he had the Samadi fire back.

He is a demon while you're human so it is a relationship that has a learning curve on the both of you. Most intimacy happens behind closed doors. On one hand you have to initiate by verbal statements.... Which due to your shy nature it's hard. Plus he is more often working than not and so you don't want to bother him. But once you do say your piece he will finish his project fast to give you the cuddles you crave.... Well almost, as he is still stiff trying to engage in less formal ways. So be prepared for him to be like a stiff manequin as you're the one that have to whether tell him or put his arms around you to what you find acceptable. Say you want kisses and I hope you're wearing layers of non-inflamable cloth or you may get burned by his embarrassment or even eagerness. He controls it with time thanks to "training" (constant cuddles and kisses). Nonetheless you'll sometimes look like a freaking forge master as he tries to reign in his flames while you try anything new. Every Winter is a blessing, 10 out of 10 cuddles, while every Summer you'll need to crank up the AC or you will die (and yes you are forbidden to deny him affection. It is LAW).

Either way once he gets the hang of it..... Be prepared to have a very clingy boyfriend as he is extremely touch starved. He, formal and set in his ways as he is, WILL include in the daily schedule hours for cuddles and other forms of affection... If you get yourself a minute or micro second late you WILL be scolded. Initiate your best affection or you'll never hear the end of it.