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orbitvenus · 2 years
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imagine them holding your cold hands with their sweater paw to warm you up or sometimes they simply reach out to hold your hands in theirs as they work at a desk while you lay on the bed. they won't let go unless you fall asleep where they tuck you in, they will fondly glance at your sleeping form from time to time with a soft smile painted on their lips and cuddle you once they finally finish their work.
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OMG!!
how would the yanderes react if their darling pulled a prank for april fools where they pretend to cheat??
(if you don’t feel comfortable with the cheating prompt, maybe one where the darling pretends to break up?)
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Benny;
"babe I'm cheating on you."
"...I didn't know you wanted to do a double suicide love!"
Mimi:
"Babe I'm cheating on you."
"..."
Unconsolably sobbing
Riley:
"I'm cheating on you"
"with who huh? Want me to bring their severed head so you stop being a little whore?"
Maxine:
"Babe I'm cheating on you"
"Same"
Kameron:
"babe I'm cheating on you"
"So the player finally gets played... I'm breaking your legs by the way"
cotton:
"Babe I'm cheating on you"
"Nuh uh."
Jealousy sex
Sweetheart:
"Babe I'm cheating on you"
"Who is he. I'll fucking rip out his guts for seducing you."
David:
"babe I'm cheating on you"
"Death it is."
[REDACTED]:
"Babe I'm cheating on you"
"How. You are literally locked in here 24/7. Is it the mailman? I swear to god."
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takami-takami · 2 months
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Good evening! I am thinking so very incredibly hard about unknowingly pining Keigo. Sighs.
Him gushing about you, looking at you with the biggest heart eyes, getting all lovey both to and about you without even slightly realizing…….<33
- magpie anon ✦
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The way Keigo yaps on and on about you every time fellow pro heroes ask him how you're doing, because you two are just so inexplicably close. Like fingers crossed tightly over one another, like knots intertwined— platonically, of course.
Of course they would go to him to ask questions about you, Keigo nods with his puffed out chest. Everyone knows that he knows you best; and each time that widely-accepted fact is subtly affirmed with another "how's y/n, Hawks" or "what would y/n think, Hawks" thrown Keigo's way, his heart swells with something possessive.
Good.
You're his.
In an utterly platonic way, he's sure.
When the media asks about you, though, the cameras shuttering mere millimeters from his eyes snap Keigo out of those little lovesick fantasies. They remind him to be careful of the image he presents. Not that he minds people thinking you two are a thing (for some strange reason he hasn't quite figured out yet), no. He'd sully his image a thousand times over just to feel your palm against his under the public eye. Keigo never gave care to such notions of propriety, anyway, to the chagrin of his poor publicist.
But Keigo wants to protect you respects you dearly, so he's careful not to blabber on about you too much. Your interests, your favorite things, how your hand size compares to his with and without his gloves on, what you like for dinner or how you prefer it made (on days you let him cook for you, oh, Keigo's favorite days)— he covers for you to the press, but God help him, he wishes he didn't have to.
He wishes he could let it spill.
But... Let what spill, exactly?
What is holding Keigo back, he wonders? Why does he feel caged down? It's normal for friends to ache in each other's absence, it's normal to question what other senses he could indulge in besides the sight of you. As contradictory as it sounds, for all his analytical prowess, taking inventory of his own feelings has never been Keigo's strong suit.
Dense is the word you'd use.
It isn't until you take the plunge to confess yourself that Keigo understands how intricately he wants this— something more, something sweeter with you. He rots his teeth clutching you in his maws, you know.
The day finally comes when Keigo can scream from those rooftops he perches on like a lovebird that he is yours, yours, yours.
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touyalove · 1 year
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Touya, your darling who grabs your hand and squeezes it whenever he's stressed.
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Touya, your darling who wants a hug whenever he's getting anxious.
Touya, your darling who just can't get enough of your softness, of your silky puffy skin when it's against his rough and burnt one.
Touya, your darling who loves the sight of you being so cute and lovingly whenever you nuzzle your squishy cheeks and nose against his scarred neck. Slowly kissing it.
Touya, your darling who can look for hours in your beautiful eyes like it's the best documentary ever. He could loose himself in your eyes.
Touya,your darling who is exactly the way you think he'd be; he'd be so gentle, carrying, tender and full of sincere love.
Touya, your darling who loves you with no hidden interest. Is just pure tender love between the two of you.
Touya, your darling who loves you the way you are.
Touya, your darling who thinks every night while he holds you close to his chest, his heart.. about how he is the the luckiest man in the world to have a lover like you and how grateful he is.
Touya loves you so much, and right now all he wish is for the two of you to get old together, old and wrinkly with lots of beautiful memories together.
💗
(don't repost, translate or change in any way. Thank you very much)
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wegc · 4 months
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THE AMOUNT OF little angry red emojis in here ohhhhh ur so so cute 😡😡 that certain is someone is meeee!!! (i hope)
A LENGTH THAT LONG??? i would actually love u forever. ☹️ not that i don’t already hehe….but i would be over the moon!!! i dooooo care to send one how could i not when my precious author is being so adorable 😡😡
AH today’s 2 kids show with hyunibini made me cry but i thought about how changbin sometimes waits around for hyunjin if he’s out late and 🙁🙁 it’s so sweet now picturing him waiting at home if you are out late with friends and you arrive and he’s just all cutesy and grabby hands as soon as you open the door and he does that little whiny voice and is POUTY and he looks so cute it’s impossible not to squish his cheeks while he just stands there a bit sulky but also content and happy now that you’re back….im melting he’s the cutest sweetest baby :( :( would also bury his pretty face in ur neck and mumble something like “binnie missed his bunny” while giving kisses IM CRUMBLINGGHEJD anywho. carry on hehe sorry for my little ramble i did not mean for it to be so long oopsies whoopsiesss🥹 don’t forget to eat well and stay warm and hydrated today 😡-🍧
it is you😡 currently preparing myself for the masterpiece u just wrote😡
and YES AHSDJ I WATCHED IT and all i could think about was clingy and protective changbin who is constantly asking about your day, who you’re with, and how you feel :( this DEVASTATED me hello you are so right!!!
he’s so sleepy from practice and also slightly on edge considering that it’s currently midnight and you’re still not home, but at least you’ve checked in with him now and then, so he’s not too worried. nonetheless, practice was rough, his throat sore and voice hoarse from hours spent at the studio, and all he wanted to do was sleep—only in your arms, however. he can't rest until you’re home.
when you unlock the door, you can’t stop your eyes from softening at the sight of changbin seated on your couch, his head tilted back and eyes closed in mellow ease, a serene expression gracing his face. you could tell that he wasn’t sleeping but was rather waiting for you to come home, your suspicions being confirmed as his eyes fluttered open at the sound of your keys jingling.
he momentarily ignores his exhaustion when he stands up to greet you with a cheeky smile before quickly embracing you and groaning into your neck, whining and playfully grumbling about how long you took and how he ‘might’ve died from worry!’ you know he’s only joking when you pull his head back to look at him, and his cheeks are rosy, a giddy grin plastered upon his mouth which begins to attack your face with kisses.
his face would shortly bury itself in your neck once again and his hands would firmly grip your thighs before picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom, snickering at your loud squeals. thus the cuddle session begins and all he does is tease you in his annoyingly cute high-pitched voice and gush about how he’s so glad his y/n is home, how he’s too obsessed with you so you better not stay out that late again!!!
his teasing eventually passes when he yawns and decides to brush strands of loose hair away from your face, softly asking you if you had fun, eagerly listening to you recount your day with a sleepy grin. it’s hard to not squeeze his cheeks and kiss him silly as he presses small pecks onto your jaw while listening to you talk, asking keen questions before eventually falling asleep with his head buried in your chest </3
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bambisnc · 3 months
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he could imagine falling for her. especially when he breaks away, forces himself to break away from her, just for a second, he couldn't bear to stay away from her touch for more than that; for the fear that this moment would end when he knows, he knows, that she would never walk away. that's his thing after all. He sees the moon, the world, the universe in her eyes - drooping slightly as if she's tired and who could blame her? a light, barely there sheen of sweat and the huffs that sound as she struggles to catch her breath. how can he not chase after those now bitten lips as they sound out his name, her hands clutching his as if she's unsure of if she should push him away; she should, she really should, if she wants to be able to save, to protect what's left of her but she won't, they both know she won't, she could never. and even if she were to have any such thoughts he'd pull her right back in, brushing his lips to hers before it escalates. and it always, always escalates.
and when after a long day, he sees her name in his notifications he can't help but want to stay with her forever and ever. she deserves more, so, so much more, he knows that but the thought of giving her up pains him. so once again, his mind occupied with thoughts of her, and only her; it was always, always her, he finds the strength to carry on and face the world.
but of course, when he finds himself at the mercy of her tears, her sobs, her trembling figure and her broken voice he can't help but stay still. he should comfort her, he knows that he should wrap his arms around her, whisper soft comforts and promises into her hair, and never, never let her leave his embrace, but he can't. he’s dazed, stuck in a stupor. he almost laughs at the bitter, bitter irony of the whole situation. to keep her safe he knew, he knew he had to leave her. stay as fucking far as possible so that she could heal, in peace, away from him and his self destructive endeavours that somehow always ended up tainting, hurting, damaging her.
and that's why, without fail, without a single exception, he finds himself leaving her. shattered, on the ground. but then again, he always, always, always finds himself coming back. how could he not after all? she's always so warm, so inviting even when he knows, he knows, goddamn it he knows how much agony and suffering her heart must hold against him and his perpetual habit of reeling her in and after a whirlwind couple of days, detaching himself completely. breaking her over and over till there'd be nothing left at all. maybe that's what he wants then? subconsciously? to have her so utterly crushed that he be the only one who could ever piece her back.
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leonhardt-simp · 6 months
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My little ankle bitter < 3
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heartsforkazuha · 10 months
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childe headcanons * ˚ ✦
no warnings just fluff !!
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— does NOT let u get involved with his work , like even just the smallest stuff he’d try to hide it cuz he works a rlly dangerous job yk and hes trying to keep u safe
— would love to start a family with u , he seems like hed love kids <3
— a very goofy man, if ur having a bad day hed cuddle u and make jokes to make u feel better afterwards and would do ANYTHING to comfort u
— he always sends letters to his siblings telling them about you, and when theyd tell you about this hed be proud hes showing u off :p
— would love to take u and ur kids ice fishing 🎣
— if ur up for it , hed teach u how to fight and defend urself cuz he doesnt want u to get hurt when u stay home incase something happens
— spoils u a lot, buys you everything u look at cuz hes too rich 💔💔
— loves hugs
— would not shut up abt you to zhongli and traveller probs
— best husband / bf ever i luv him
— lets u take care of him whenever he gets hurt from combat and u guys cuddle after :)
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ichyago · 4 months
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❝ (fall in love) 花びら舞って巡るように your love, your love, your love, your love ❞
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ask game:
💕 - a character that i love
💖 - a song that i love
💘 - something that i'm currently into
requests:
closed (0/7)
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about me
✦ hi there, i'm chels or chya! i'm an amateur editor so please bare with my editing skills as i continue to improve (>﹏<) i'm 17 years old, i go by the titles, the baker/the florist/the idol/the princess, and i use she/they pronouns (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)
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candy--hrts · 23 days
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𐔌 ﹒ i FORGOT i have REQUESTS i havent made a graphic in ages omg (its been like a month)  ♡
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kyojurismo · 11 months
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★﹒LIST OF MY WIPs
KIMETSU NO YAIBA: tengen uzui & wives x child!reader﹒headcanons | sanemi shinazugawa x child!reader﹒headcanons | giyu tomioka x fem!reader ( nsfw )﹒one shot | shinobu kocho x gamer!reader ( nsfw )﹒one shot | mitsuri kanroji x gamer!reader ( nsfw )﹒one shot | professor!kyojuro rengoku x college student!reader ( nsfw )﹒one shot | lady tamayo x fem!reader﹒one shot | streamer!tengen uzui x fem!reader﹒one shot
JUJUTSU KAISEN: megumi fushiguro x gn!reader﹒headcanons | toge inumaki x gn!reader﹒headcanons | nanami kento x fem!reader ( nsfw )﹒one shot
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Does Cotton hate using condoms? I mean that bunny is horny 24/7 and keeps Cumming inside the reader 😭
What if the reader wants protection?
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you will have to hold him down and forcefully put it on. The only way he won't immediately take it off is if you hold his hands and Dom him. He'll whine but eventually get over it. Just make sure you have plenty because one won't be enough to satisfy him
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takami-takami · 7 months
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Like Idiots.
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includes— hawks x reader. fluff. minors dni.
warnings— gn!reader. pining like idiots. keigo is a pain in the ass. the reader is worse. i had fun with this. <3
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There is zero need for Keigo to make a confession when it comes to his crush. It would be entirely redundant to confess. 
Your sigh at the thought is palpable. It really is quite a shame.
Part of you yearns for that passionate drama of an ending, where in some novela-inspired twist of fate, your adoring knight is forced to spill his love at your feet. In your daydreams— the ones dreadfully reminiscent of some lovelorn teenager's— a faceless villain from fuck-all-nowhere nearly ends the life of his beloved hero partner.
And the words spill from his throat like his lovesick sobs, clutching you close to his chest while you do your best to pretend you're not biting back a smile at the attention. 
"I love you! I've always loved you," he'd cry. 
Or something like that. 
And you'd kiss, and sparks would fly, or whatever. 
End scene. 
You're not getting that confession, though. 
It figures your love life would turn out to be a comedy. Par for the course of your life, you suppose. 
Instead of a scrawled letter sealed with wax or a poem whispered under the imposing moonlight, your confession is written all over Keigo's face— well, not all over, exactly. Every centimeter of his face conceals his emotions meticulously, flawlessly.
Every portion of his face is perfectly practiced and impeccably controlled; except for two measly little points. 
You prod at your food again with your fork in hand, all frowns as you sit across from your work partner in a booth at the diner he likes to drag you to on your lunch breaks. 
And you stare uncomfortably into the most cartoonishly blown pupils you've ever seen.
"Um. Hawks?" 
"Yeah? What's up, chickadee," he asks sincerely before chomping down messily on a battered chicken drum, moaning and letting his eyes fall shut as he does with every meal— typically an obstacle for your focus, this accidentally whorish display is actually a welcome reprieve from your racing thoughts.
When his eyes flutter open once more, you're faced once again with black saucers and the sound of reckless chewing. His pupils are still dilated like a cat tripping balls on the dealer's finest catnip.
"Hawks, I really think I should tell you that—"
Your intervention is rudely interrupted by a waitress in a 50's style apron and folded paper hat combo, likely rushing over notepad in hand to get first dibs on serving a celebrity. 
You would prefer to be unfair. It'd be easier to displace your frustration for your lot in life onto this poor woman, to tell her that her hat looks stupid and pink isn't her color, that she should really just stop trying. 
You decide to be an adult. 
Keigo, on the other hand, does not. Like a child given free reign to order for himself at a restaurant for the first time, he explains that she should really heap on the sugar for his coffee.
"No, no, no. More than that. Like syrup. I want it to taste like it's gonna put me in an early grave and— wait, where are you going?"
The debacle brings to attention another phenomenon that you've grown accustomed to seeing:
The second his gaze meets her's, Keigo's pupils shrink to points once more, constricting to tight dots before bouncing back to their natural size. And predictably, once again, they expand like blown glass when you catch his attention.
"Hawks!"
"Yeah, what?"
His chewing ceases obnoxiously, chicken drum in his right hand and half-chewed remains in his left cheek.
You might as well rip it off like a bandaid. You let out a puff of air.
"Your eyes," you attempt to gently point out. 
"Mm?" Keigo's head tilts to the side, pondering your observation for a moment.
"My eyes? Ohh," he drags his words as if in realization, treating himself to another chomp into the drumstick. "You gettin' lost in them, huh? Happens, dove. You can stare, I don't mind."
"No!" You squeak out your denial before smoothing down your shirt and tipping your chin high. 
You have the upper hand here. Remember that.
"I mean," you correct your course, staring down and poking at your plate while a smile creeps up your lips. "It's kinda hard not to when your pupils look like they're gonna swallow your goddamn irises."
The silence that follows is deafening.
"Kei'?" You flick your gaze up toward him, worried now.
Under normal circumstances, it's an established habit for Keigo to slot one palm over his mouth when called out. 
But this time, that hand bypasses his lips, crawling upward to reach his visor and wordlessly drag it down over the source of his shame.
A stronger person than you would hold back their laughter. They would take pity on the flush rising over his cheeks and neck like sunsets. Perhaps they would coo praises to soothe him, or even take it all back to ease the shame and discomfort that makes him feel utterly naked. 
They would take pity on the man who, under the fluorescent high beams bolted to the diner's ceiling, looks just like a clown tripping on stage with the spotlight shined on his face.
You are not a strong person. 
In your hysterics, you reach over to pry the barrier off his eyes, climbing into his lap and over him like tussling teenagers. 
"Keigo, I didn't say it was a bad thing—"
"You're laughing," he laments like a kicked puppy, prying your face an arm's length from his with a single palm. 
It's over. This is it for him. His life is over, he's going to have to change his identity. 
He can start fresh with a new hero name, one not centered around red-tailed hawks— he'll need to rebrand as another bird, most likely. Preferably one with the same signature red feathers so as not to make a fuss for the merch department.
Maybe a parrot. 
Winged-Hero Parrots.
"You're laughing at me!" 
"I'm not laughing at—" another uncontrollable wheeze. His wings flap in indignance once, slamming against the cushions of the pink diner seat before drooping down like a dog's tail between its legs. You pluck the visor and raise it above your head out of arm's reach, one hand planted against his chest for stability.
"Not laughing at you! Baby, I promise—" 
"Baby?" He repeats.
The silence is worse the second time around— but luckily for you, Keigo is a stronger person than you are. No laughter erupts from his chest, no smirk settles on his face. 
If anything, your slip up seems to elevate his heart rate more than yours.
"We really should—"
"I think we need to—"
Both sentences collide in the small space between you, his lips completely still and mere inches away from yours. 
You're reminded of the feeling of your fingertips about to touch metal after being charged with static, the skin crackling with the air's tension as you contemplate whether to just get it over with and touch.
And slowly, as if suddenly cognizant of your bodies and environment, you both crawl off each other and scoot toward the furthest edges of the booth seat.
Your knees make their way toward your chest for comfort, while Keigo's wings drape over his shoulders like a cocoon. 
"We should talk."
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I’m sorry if I’m bugging u w all these questions but how long does it usually take to complete orders? Just a question btw! No need to pressure ur self! ~( ̄∀ ̄)~
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ranpo for emotional support
it's ok!!! im sorry if im taking long.. i write for fun and only write what&when i like or what im inspired by atm so theres rlly no time limit 😢 this is my first request so i’ll try to finish it asap 🌹
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floraiil · 1 year
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Nina LaCour, Watch Over Me
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fatedworld · 8 months
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🏹   𓎟𓎟   𝜗  the  fates。
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            αδελφές ψυχές
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