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nothoughtsjustfic · 22 days ago

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Pretty Boy - L.JH

🧶Who: Lee Jihoon (Seventeen) x reader 🧶What: Fluff. Smut (18+). Established relationship. 🧶Word count: 4.6k 🧶Warnings: Jihoon’s habit of walking around half naked. Kind of sub Jihoon, but it’s not really a thing. He’s just a simp, really. They’re generally very much on equal grounds. Body worship (Jihoon receiving). Vague mentions of hickies/love bites (Jihoon receiving). Nipple play (Jihoon receiving). Oral (Jihoon receiving). Short mouth fucking moment. Hand job (Jihoon receiving). Jihoon cums on himself. It’s all very soft, really. 🧶Summary: “Sometimes, your boyfriend forgets how pretty he is. It's your job to remind him.”

Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio.

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A/N- This was a very spur of the moment decision to write because I decided Jihoon needs a fic titled “Pretty Boy”. The cardigan mentioned is the one he wore during a God of Music live recording (I didn’t realise it’s actually a jumper until trying to find a picture of it, oops). Thank you to @lovetaroandtaemin for reading this over for me and assuring me that the smut isn’t shit due to my lack of practise these days 💗

After living with Lee Jihoon for two years now, and dating for another year before that, you’re used to the man shamelessly strutting around the apartment in as little clothing as possible.

Often, you return home and find him lounging around in just his boxers. You’ve kind of become desensitised to his partial nudity at this point, even if he’s ridiculously attractive and favours tiny little boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. Sometimes, you can’t help but jump him when your hormones run wild, but mostly, you just appreciate the view and carry on with your life.

It's normal.

What isn’t normal is for him to decide to add one of your creations to the mix.

A few days ago, you gifted Jihoon a cardigan that you had spent months secretly crocheting for him; a difficult task when the man is always home if not working or at the gym, so you hadn’t gained many opportunities to lovingly create it.

The cardigan is an amalgamation of colourful granny squares, attached together to be oversized on your boyfriend in the way you think makes him look so precious. All the colours against his skin look so pretty, even better than you imagined.

And Jihoon has been far more enthusiastic about the gift than you expected. That’s not to say you thought he’d be ungrateful, because you know Jihoon appreciates everything you give him, even the cheap keyring you won from an arcade game months ago. He especially adores everything you’ve handmade for him and looks after it all so carefully that you knew he’d love the cardigan too.

But you truly hadn’t expected the sheer joy and infatuation he’s shown for it.

Every single day since you gave it to him, Jihoon has worn it. In fact, as soon as you gave it to him, he immediately pulled it onto his naked torso and curled up into a colourfully adorable little ball on the couch at your side.

In retrospect, it may be your own fault for Jihoon’s latest habit. You had given him the cardigan when he was in nothing but his underwear, so he had first worn it with just his underwear and realised how soft the material is against his bare skin.

So now, every single day, you return from work to find him wearing the cardigan with his usual loungewear. Or on the days you’re home before him, you get to witness his sheer determination to shower and get into his new favourite home attire: the cardigan and his boxers. His tiny, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination black boxers, so short that they don’t even peek out from the hem of the cardigan at the top of his thighs.

In fact, you can only catch glimpses of the black material through the holes in the cardigan and are supposed to act completely normal about this.

Clearly, Jihoon doesn’t think there’s any problem with it. He thinks he can just waltz around looking so fucking pretty without you losing your mind.

You’d say he’s doing it on purpose and teasing you, but there’s not even the slightest hint of the usual mischievous glint he gets in his eyes, or the quirk of his lips from the start of the smirk he favours when he’s teasing you.

Today, he’s decided to make it even worse by tying his recently bleached hair up messily, to get it out of his face as he games on his laptop at your side on the couch. A few strands keep falling into his face, making him constantly have to try and tuck them behind his ears, but they’re just too short and only stay in place for a minute at most.

You know that he’s going to get frustrated in a minute, so you get up to go to the bedroom and grab your little bag of hair bands and clips and return to his side. He glances at you and smiles gratefully when he sees the pouch balanced on your legs before he focuses back on his game.

After picking out a couple of cute little flower clips, you place them neatly in his hair and earn an appreciative kiss on the inside of your wrist when he grabs your hand quickly as it retreats, just to squeeze gently and kiss your wrist, then let go.

Although your task is finished, you don’t move away. Don’t look away. Can’t look away. Jihoon is just so fucking pretty, and you’re utterly mesmerised.

At first, Jihoon doesn’t even realise that you’re staring at him, he’s too focused on his game, but then he happens to glance at you and catch you looking at him. Still, he doesn’t realise that you’ve been staring at him appreciatively for a handful of minutes and just gives you a little smile and a soft kiss before turning back to his game.

But now that he’s caught you once, he seems to be very aware of your gaze on him as less than a minute later, he peeks at you and raises a questioning eyebrow. “What?” he wonders. “I’m not even being loud.”

“Do I look pissed off?” you counter, raising your own eyebrow at him.

He eyes you carefully, as if this is a trick question, before shaking his head a little as his expression begins to turn perplexed. “No.”

“Well then.”

“Right,” he murmurs and gives you one more bewildered look before turning back to his game. Though only seconds later, he’s looking back at you with a confused exhale that makes you snigger. “Okay, seriously, babe, what?”

“Can’t I admire my pretty boyfriend?”

“You’re literally insane,” he mutters, pink blooming over his cheeks as he looks back to his screen shyly.

It always amazes you that even after three years together, Jihoon still gets shy when you call him pretty, or beautiful, or gorgeous. But something about “pretty” always gets to him. He’s never admitted it, but you know he loves it when you call him pretty; but only if you mean it with everything in you. Like you do now.

“For my pretty boyfriend, yeah,” you confirm and lean forward to kiss his cheek. His shoulders lift as he tries not to giggle shyly at the praise paired with the sweet kiss.

“Ah, stop,” he complains weakly and gently nudges you backwards with his elbow, even as you whine and nuzzle under his jaw with your nose affectionately. “L-love,” he stammers, fingers fluttering over his keyboard. “I’m playing.”

“I’m not stopping you, pretty boy.” As soon as the petname is out of your lips, Jihoon whimpers softly and you know you’ve got him. “But, if you turn it off, I can show you just how fucking pretty you are to me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out and doesn’t even bother turning he game off, just closes the lid of his laptop and moves it to the empty space on his left.

“Let's go to bed. I want to lay you out and worship you,” you murmur against his skin. You feel his soft groan against your lips more than you hear it.

Knowing that he’ll follow, you get up and head to the bedroom to set the bed up; pull back the covers and adjust the pillows to put yours right in the centre.

Jihoon always prefers to lay his head on your pillow when you’re being intimate, so that he can fully immerse himself in you with your scent right by his face. It’s another thing he’s never admitted to, but you still know. You know him too well at this point to not notice these things about him.

Without a word, as soon as Jihoon is in the bedroom, he crawls up onto the bed and lays on his back to get comfortable in the centre of the bed, while you sit on the edge and watch him.

Once he’s still, you lean over with one hand resting gently on the centre of his chest and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Comfy, my love?” you check. He hums in confirmation and nods. “Good.”

Satisfied with his position and comfort, you get onto the bed properly to kneel over him with a knee either side of his hips and work on undoing the buttons of the cardigan.

When they’re all undone and you push the material aside to bare his torso to you, Jihoon starts to sit up ready to remove it, but you tut and gently push him back down. “You look so pretty in it, baby. Keep it on so you’re surrounded by my love, hm?”

“It’s the cardigan that’s pretty,” he replies in a murmur, eyes darting down to look at the material pooling either side of his waist on the bed and still covering his arms.

“Excuse you, Lee Jihoon, how dare you insinuate that you’re not leagues prettier!” you exclaim and pinch his nipple lightly, making him yelp and lift his hands to cover his always so sensitive nipples.

“Hey!”

“Take it back!”

“You’re biased as my partner; you have to call me pretty!” he defends and bats your hands away when you reach towards his chest again.

“I called you pretty before we even started to date!” you remind and lean over him, planting your hands either side of his head. “Now, stop disrespecting the love of my life or we’re going to have issues, understand, Lee Jihoon?”

He softens at your words, your reminder of how intensely and utterly you love him. His eyes round out a little as his hands slip away from his chest. “C’mere,” he all but whispers as he reaches up to cup your face and gently pulls you into a kiss full of love and devotion; appreciation for you and an urge to show you just how much he adores you with his lips moving against yours. His tongue flits out to drag against yours slowly and spill soft moans into your mouth as his fingers press into your skin as if he wants nothing more than to imprint himself over every inch of you.

The kiss breaks with heavy breath and a handful of lingering pecks as neither of you really want to be apart; but you both need to breathe if you want to have the chance to live a long, happy, and healthy life together. Which, you both very much would love to do.

“My love?” he calls softly when you’ve both filled your lungs enough. You hum questioningly in response and lean up further to look down into his dark gaze. “Show me how pretty I am?”

A gentle smile lifts your lips as you lean down and press a lingering kiss to his lips. “Happily, my pretty boy,” you hum appreciatively against his lips before starting your work.

Jihoon’s hands fall to the bed, splaying out and curling into the sheets under him as your lips start a well-travelled path over his jaw, down his neck, across his collar bones, and to his chest.

You pass your adoration through your lips into his skin and know he can feel the intention based on the way his breath is already staggered. Little pants and puffs leave his parted lips as he tries to regulate his breathing when your love is filling his chest and making it hard to get a steady breath. But he’d never ask you to stop, would never want you to. He would choke on your love and still yearn for more.

Jihoon doesn’t think he’s a greedy man generally, but when it comes to you and your love, he always wants more. He wants all you to fill him with your love until it spills out and puddles at his feet. He knows you’d scoop it back up and gently press it back into him as much as he wants. As much as he needs.

You’re everything he’s ever wanted in a person, even before he knew what he wanted. You’re everything he never knew he needed until the first time you did this; spent so long worshipping his body until he was a shivering mess on his bed, and you curled up at his side to hold him without asking or even wanting anything in return.

He knew from that day that you’re it for him; the only person he wants to have in his bed. The only person he wants to spend his life with.

You know how to lift him up, and how to hold him down on solid ground whenever he needs it. He tries his best to return that care and attention, and he hopes that he does a good job. He’s not very good with words and actions in day-to-day life, but he can lay here when you want him to, can let you show him how pretty you find him because he knows you genuinely mean it and need him to believe it too.

He can do a lot of other things in bed too, things he knows you love, and he’s always willing to try out new things too. But that’s not what this is about. This isn’t about how much Jihoon can fuck you into the mattress or use his mouth and hands to send you to another plane of existence.

This is about showing Jihoon how pretty he truly is.

Jihoon’s breath catches when your lips brush over his left nipple, fingers of your left-hand dance over his ribs to meet his other nipple and teasingly trace featherlight around the very edge. He whimpers quietly and wriggles until you apply more pressure and stop teasing; press your thumb to one nipple and drag your tongue over the other.

He gasps and without even looking, you know he’s closed his eyes and has that little furrow in his eyebrows that he always gets when pleasure starts to build in his body.

As much as you love playing with Jihoon’s pretty nipples, you know he gets very sensitive and desperate to cum very quickly if you spend too long on them, and that’s not the aim of this today.

Slowly, you move your mouth down his torso; kissing, sucking, and licking every dip and rise of his well-toned body as you listen carefully to every breathless moan and pleasure fuelled hitch of breath coming from your boyfriend. You don’t need to pay such close attention to his breathing to know which areas are more sensitive, which areas cause him to twitch and grip the sheets tighter. But you like the noises he makes. They’re almost as pretty as he is.

When you reach the elastic of his boxers, Jihoon lets out a soft whimper, nearly desperate for you to remove the item and make him cum already. Yet, he doesn’t try to make you.

He knows you’ll take good care of him and make it worth the wait; even if his impatience wants to make him stick his own hand in his boxers to wrap around his practically throbbing length. But he’ll wait. He’ll wait as long as you make him. It’s always worth the wait; you’ve never failed to make him see stars when you do this.

He isn’t entirely surprised when you tease your fingers along the edge of the elastic, drag your tongue against the dip in his hips before moving further down. But it does make him let out a little noise of complaint that you only laugh softly at, a single exhale of air against his skin as your lips twitch up in amusement before you get back to work.

Jihoon knows you won’t be satisfied until you’ve kissed over every patch of exposed skin, until you’ve tucked bite marks into the insides of his thighs just at the hem of his boxers where only your eyes and touch are granted the privilege of knowing.

So, he waits as your lips trail his thighs.

He waits as your fingers wrap around the backs of his knees to lift his legs and allow you space to nip at the top of his calf to make his whole body twitch.

He waits as your tongue teasingly edges under the leg of his boxers to get at that tiny little hidden inch of extra skin.

He waits as your hands turn down his boxers little by little.

He waits as your mouth gives all the new skin thorough attention.

He waits as you toss his boxers aside and suck a collection of marks into the crease of his thigh while he pants and moans, hips moving and cock aching for your touch.

And finally, he’s rewarded.

Today, you don’t dance around it. Today, you think he’s really got the message. Today, the precum leaking from his cock is too pretty to resist and you lap at it shortly before abruptly taking the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Jihoon gasps sharply, body curling and shoulders coming off of the bed at the sudden wet, warmth wrap around his sensitive tip, before he drops back down with a string of curses, praises, and thanks. It makes you giggle, and the vibrations travel along his cock, where it’s sitting heavy on your tongue as you take him a little deeper, making him moan.

Finally, Jihoon loosens his grip of one hand from the sheets. His right hand unfurls to reach down and thread into your hair; to rest his palm flat on your head, even if his knuckles hurt from how tight he’s been gripping the bedding until now.

“F-fuck,” he breathes out, hips canting up to slide more of his cock into your mouth. You adjust your position to make it easier on you to take him then hum, patting his hips encouragingly with both hands. It’s been three years of this, yet he still always checks, “You sure?” he pants, peering down at you. The flat look you give him makes him chuckle before he moves his hand from your hair to caress your cheek fondly. “Alright, love, remember to pinch me if it’s too much.” You hum in agreement to the rule put in place from the very first time Jihoon fucked your mouth, and then he starts moving his hips.

Just like every time, Jihoon starts slowly, gradually moving his hips to drag his heavy cock over your tongue and tease the back of your throat without pressing into it.

Back when you first got together, you had assumed he did it for your sake; but now you know that it’s mostly for him. He doesn’t want to get overwhelmed by going faster and not appreciate the feeling of your perfect little mouth welcoming his cock in so eagerly.

The sight of your lips stretched taught around his thick cock, as he edges further into your mouth and hits your throat, makes Jihoon groan and move his hand from cupping your face and to the back of your head.

He’s not pushing you, not holding you down or pulling your head to lead you. He’s just resting there, thumb randomly stroking against your hair because Jihoon can’t stop himself from rubbing his thumb against you whenever his hand is resting against any part of you. It’s pretty much ingrained in his very being at this point; to love you in every little way he can.

“That’s it, love,” he praises thickly, still watching the way his cock slides in and out of your mouth, even if it means he’s curled up a little, using far more muscles than necessary to fuck your mouth. You can feel his thick thighs contracting under your hands with every roll of his hips and see his abs tensed with the effort of keeping his head up high enough to watch.

At times like this, ‘pretty’ doesn’t quite fit your boyfriend. He’s mind-numbingly hot and it makes you whimper a little.

This is where Jihoon thrives; where he doesn’t question your comments because the man knows he’s hot. He works hard enough on his body to know and be confident in that. His mouth turns up at one side in a smug smirk, teeth peeking out his parted lips, but he doesn’t say a word and moves his lips a little harder. A little faster. A little deeper.

The fact that he’s breaching your throat with every thrust tells you that this has all run away from you a bit. You were supposed to be showing Jihoon how pretty he is, but he’s just reminded you how ridiculously hot and muscular he is.

Abruptly, you pull off of him, pressing both hands against his hips to force him back down onto the bed.

“Babe!” he exclaims in complaint, though when you wrap your hand around his dripping cock, he slumps against the mattress and drops his hands down to his sides, splaying out and letting his eyes flutter closed.

“That’s it,” you approve and stroke your free hand over his thigh reverently, gently digging your fingers now and then to massage away the lingering tension from his efforts. “You’re very good at distracting me, pretty boy.”

“Y-you’re very good with- fuck,” he curses as your thumb passes over the tip of his cock and presses against his slit teasingly, before moving back down to work your hand up and down his slick length in the way you know he likes best.

“I’m good with fuck, good to know,” you muse, and giggle when he shoots you an unimpressed look, but it goes, and he chuckles before motioning you to come to him.

Obligingly, you lean over, grabbing his right hand as you go so that you can link your fingers together on the pillow beside his head as you hover over him. Jihoon reaches up to cup your jaw in his left hand and tug you into a deep kiss, his tongue dragging against yours and tasting the lingering flavour of his precum. He’s letting out continuous, soft, and low moans and groans as your hand continues to work over his length.

You know he has to be close, but he’s holding out, letting you bring him his orgasm at the speed you deem appropriate. It always made your heart swell knowing how much he trusts you to look after him in such a vulnerable and intimate way. If possible, you think it makes you fall in love with him a little more every time.

When his hands start to twitch and his kisses grow distracted, you know he’s teetering on the edge. It’s a sight you never want to miss, so you lean up enough to be able to look down at him, to see both his pretty, pleasure pinked face and leaking cock in one view.

If possible, you’d frame a picture of Jihoon like this and hang it on the bedroom wall to look at whenever you want. But Jihoon had refused when you asked, so you have to make do with your memories and bring him to orgasm as often as he’ll allow you to be blessed with the visage.

“Love,” Jihoon manages to get the petname out in warning amongst his panting and moaning, muscles starting to pull taut.

“I know, pretty boy. Show me,” you encourage.

Jihoon nods mindlessly a few times before he abruptly stops breathing for a second, then moans long and low as his back arches and his climax hits him. You watch entranced as his cum lands over his exposed torso, painting his stomach and chest so prettily you hope you never forget this sight.

His hair has half come out of the messy bun he’d put it in, and the clips are dangling from blonde strands beside his head, no longer keeping anything in place. His skin is splotchy; reds and pinks melting over his skin in no discernible pattern. His muscles are shuddering, trembling as pleasure courses through his body. He’s a mess. And he’s never looked prettier.

Carefully, you drag your hand over his cock to work him through his orgasm before you let go, not wanting to overstimulate him. He’s already exhausted, and you know he can’t handle being overstimulated in these sessions.

Knowing that he needs a moment to himself to gather himself, you press a kiss to his forehead before getting up to go to the bathroom and get a warm, damp cloth and a dry towel. Plus, a quick stop to the living room to grab his mostly full glass before you return.

He looks a little more like himself now and smiles tiredly at you as you place his glass down then climb up onto the bed to his side.

“How do you feel, my love?” you ask as you begin to use the damp washcloth to clean him gently.

“Good, real good,” he assures as he puts his hand on your thigh to mindlessly stroke. “You always make me feel good.”

“I’m glad I’m doing my job as your partner right then,” you return, giving him a cheeky smile that he chuckles at. “Feel pretty now?”

“The prettiest,” he confirms, making you smile a little wider, truly happy with his response. Especially as you know he means it.

“You are,” you agree and quickly pat him dry before bundling the wet cloth inside the towel and tossing them in the vague direction of the washing hamper to deal with later.

Once you’ve urged Jihoon to sit up enough to swallow down the remainder of his drink, you adjust the pillows back to normal and pull the blanket up over your bodies as you curl up against him. Jihoon hums happily as your head rests on his shoulder and his arms wrap around your body.

For a little while, you’re both quiet, contently enjoying just existing in one another’s bubble. At peace where you belong, tucked in each other’s loving embrace. You think that nothing could be better than this.

“I love you,” Jihoon says in a soft voice to not break the calm, fuzzy atmosphere, but his words are still so full of affection you can feel it overflowing and spreading over your skin. “With everything in me, I love you.”

It seems you were wrong. One thing could make this better and that’s your boyfriend speaking the depths of his adoration for you into the air and letting it settle over you both like a warm, cosy blanket.

“I love you just the same, Jihoon,” you promise and seal it with a kiss to his neck, where you can feel his pulse thrum under your lips and hope it will take the message right to his heart. You think it might, as Jihoon’s chest expands a little bigger as if his heart is momentarily swelling with the addition of your extra love, before it spreads throughout his body and he settles back down, holding you that bit tighter and pressing his own kiss to your head.

You think that really, you will never find another who can make you feel the way Jihoon does. From the very first day you met, he stole your attention and over time, your heart, and a piece of your soul to blend with his own.

Or perhaps, he always had a part, but you just didn’t know what you were missing until you met him, and he took the time and effort to show you what it means to find your other part. Your other half. Your soulmate.

You never believed in soulmates until Jihoon, always scoffed at the thought. But you think that if anyone was designed to complete your heart and soul, it’d be your pretty boy.

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yokumirumerafan · 3 months ago

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💞✨️HIII💞✨️

That ds reaction for y/n stealin their trinkets to remember em was real cute👁👄👁🌺✨️💞💕

Could you do opposite one? What trinkets would demon slayer characters swindle and what would their overall attitude would be to it? Love ur stuff AAA HAVE A NICE DAYYY✨️💞💗💕💓💗💕

🏮 DEMON SLAYER MEN STEALING Y/N'S TRINKETS 🏮

Hey! I honestly might be too old lol cuz I don't remember making a post like that but here's what you requested <33

"Because love isn’t just about words—it’s about shamelessly stealing your belongings and pretending it never happened. 💖" - Merafan

🔥 HASHIRA EDITION 🔥

🔥 Rengoku Kyojuro – Hair Accessories Enthusiast

100% steals your hair ties, ribbons, or cute hairpins. If you own it, it will mysteriously vanish. And when you ask him? He’s all wide-eyed innocence. "A hairpin? No idea where it went!" (It’s literally in his uniform pocket.)

🌊 Tomioka Giyuu – Sentimental Softie

Steals your scarf or anything soft and comforting. He doesn’t even try to hide it. If you catch him, he just stares at you while gripping it like it’s his last lifeline. "It smells like you." (SIR???) Also, expect him to sew a piece of your haori into his own. 😭💙

💨 Shinazugawa Sanemi – Snack Bandit

Steals your food. Has zero shame about it and will gaslight you if confronted. "Well, you should’ve eaten it faster." BRO. YOU JUST TOOK IT RIGHT OUT OF MY HAND. 😭 Also, he steals everything that’s not rightly placed. Pens? Gone. Feathers? Gone. He'd probably even take chewed-up gum if he saw you spit it out. 💀

☁️ Tokito Muichiro – Absentminded Hoarder

Takes the most random objects. A button? A leaf you once touched? A literal rock? It’s his now. Doesn’t even realize he’s stealing. "Huh? Oh… cool." (Sir, that’s my pen.)

🎭 Uzui Tengen – The Luxury Thief

Steals your jewelry, perfume, and makeup—AND FLAUNTS IT. "This shade looks stunning on me, don’t you think?" 💅 (Also, fun fact: he’s the one who bought it for you.)

💖 Kanroji Mitsuri – The Matching Queen

Doesn’t really steal—instead, she asks you for stuff and then never gives it back. "Can we wear matching socks?!" or straight-up buys matching outfits just to match with you. 💗

🦋 Kocho Shinobu – Hair Clip Thief

If you have cute hair clips? Gone. You wear a new butterfly accessory? Stolen immediately. "Oh, this? I thought you left it for me!" (Ma’am, I just bought that yesterday.)

🗿 Himejima Gyomei – Sentimental Collector

If you make bracelets, necklaces, or anything handmade, he treasures them. Steals them with pure intentions, though. "You put your heart into this creation… It deserves to be cherished." 😭💖

🐍 Iguro Obanai – Weapon Hoarder

Steals your actual weapons. Your katana? Gone. Your knives? Gone. When confronted, he just shrugs. "I couldn’t find mine." (Bro, you have five katanas.) Returns it just so you can use it before he steals it again.

👹 UPPER MOONS & MUZAN EDITION 👹

👑 Muzan Kibutsuji – The Scent Thief

Somehow, he steals your scent. You wear perfume? Suddenly, he smells exactly like you. "Coincidence." (IT’S NOT.)

🎭 Douma – The Makeup Artist

Steals your lipstick. AND USES IT. "Look! Now we match!" 💄💖 Or worse—he steals your entire makeup bag and straight-up cosplays you. 😭

🥊 Akaza – Protective Gremlin

Steals your hand wraps, gloves, or anything combat-related. Then acts smug about it. "You don’t need these, weakling. I’ll keep them safe." (Sir, that’s my favorite pair???) Secretly treasures them like a lovesick puppy.

🔥 Kokushibo – Hairbrush Menace

Steals your brush. Doesn’t even tell you. Just sits in his room, brushing his long ass hair with your brush. Then has the audacity to return it… without cleaning it. 💀

💥 MAIN THREE & GENYA EDITION 💥

🍃 Tanjiro Kamado – The Charm Collector

Steals your earrings, lucky charms, or anything sentimental. "It’s for good luck! 😊" (He’s keeping it forever.) Also, he loves when you make matching bracelets for him. Don’t be surprised if he steals your bobby pins. "They help hold my hair up for training!" (No, you just like having a piece of Y/N with you, Tanjiro.)

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma – Pillow & Blanket Thief

Steals your pillow or blanket and refuses to sleep without it. "I CAN’T SLEEP WITHOUT IT, Y/N!!!" (Baby behavior.) Pretends it’s you when you’re not around. "IT’S FOR WHEN YOU’RE GONE!" "Zen, it’s literally a tiny pillow." "IT’S YOU!!!!"

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira – Shoe Snatcher

Steals your shoes. No reason. No explanation. Just runs away with them. And when you take them back, he has the audacity to be offended. "EXCUSE ME? THOSE ARE MINE NOW."

🔫 Genya Shinazugawa – The Awkward Thief

Steals a piece of your uniform/clothing and turns bright red if you catch him. "SHUT UP, IT’S MINE NOW." And then he locks it away like a greedy little dragon hoarding treasure.

CONCLUSION:

They don’t need a reason. They don’t need an excuse. If you own it, it’s theirs now. Deal with it.

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kuronarnze · 10 days ago

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hihii, its me again! love your works and i ADORE your writing the way you can explain the situations with such accurate words!! can i req figure skater reader x bllk boys? tysm!

a/n: THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING AGAIN ANONNN!! This idea is absolutely cute OHMYGOSH, I remember taking figure skating lessons and IT WAS SO HARD I literally gave up and just went back to ballet lessons HAAHHAH, TYSM FOR LOVING MY WORKSS 🫶 GSISHSOSI you're so sweet 😭💗 enjoy the headcannons!!

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Figure Skater!Reader x Blue Lock Boys

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Isagi Yoichi

- He’s SO amazed every single time you skate—can’t take his eyes off you.

- He knows how hard it is to dedicate yourself to a sport, so he’s your biggest supporter.

- Will show up to competitions with a handmade sign (he’s a bit embarrassed about it tho).

- You’re so graceful... and strong too... and the spins?? He’s 100% in love.

- If you fall during practice, he rushes over worried, even if you brush it off.

- Loves to hold your cold hands after skating and warm them up.

- “Honestly... you’re cooler than any striker.”

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Itoshi Sae

- You wouldn’t think Sae would be impressed easily... but you skating?

- His sharp eyes notice the tiny details: your form, the control, the technique.

- He’s in awe. He respects people who master their craft.

- You two often have quiet late-night convos about competition life, pressure, and ambition.

- When he watches you perform, no one can break his focus. He analyzes your routine like a match.

- Rare soft words after your skate:

- “...That was beautiful.” (and you know he means it deeply)

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Itoshi Rin

- He’d secretly come to your practice rink at first—too shy to tell you.

- Watches through the glass, eyes wide whenever you land a perfect jump.

- Your dedication reminds him of his own—he understands that drive.

- Always brings you warm drinks after skating.

- If you’re upset about a routine or missed landing, he’s quietly supportive:

- “You’ll nail it next time. I believe in you.”

- He’s actually very protective of your knees/ankles—if you get even a small injury he’s full on worried boyfriend mode.

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Shidou Ryusei

- “BABE, YOU’RE LIKE A FREAKIN’ ICE QUEEN!!”

- Super loud and hyped up when you skate. Cheering at competitions like a maniac.

- Genuinely fascinated by how you can look so graceful yet so strong.

- Will totally beg you to teach him how to skate (chaotic disaster on ice).

- Flirts shamelessly while you skate—“Damn, my S/O’s hotter than the whole rink!”

- If anyone criticizes your performance, he’s the first to defend you (loudly).

- Lowkey obsessed. He watches your routines on loop when you’re not there.

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Michael Kaiser

- Oh, he is smitten by the elegance and power you show on ice.

- You’re like a star—he fully treats you like one.

- Constantly brags to everyone about you:

- “My partner’s a world-class skater. No big deal.”

- He gifts you extravagant costumes or accessories because “you deserve to sparkle more than anyone.”

- Shows up to your competitions in VIP seats, smug and proud.

- Sometimes stands at rink-side just to blow you kisses during warm-up.

- He adores the contrast between your elegance on ice and your relaxed off-ice personality.

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Mikage Reo

- He is completely enchanted. Watches you skate with heart-eyes every time.

- “Babe, you’re like a goddess on ice!!”

- He genuinely researches figure skating so he can talk with you about jumps, spins, scores.

- Will fund your costumes, travel, equipment—whatever you need, without hesitation.

- Loves taking videos of your practice and rewatching them with you.

- If you get nervous pre-performance, he holds your hands:

- “You’ve got this. No one can take their eyes off you.”

- Plans dates at ice rinks, just so you can show off to him in private. He loves it.

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TYSM FOR READINGG, I hope you have a nice day, and feel free to request more too ꒰⁠⑅��ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

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nickistuffs · 5 months ago

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Between the Lines

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: An early birthday gift should help.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: None. Angst with slow burn. 💗

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there ...

It was nearing the end of January, and you found yourself deep in thought about what gift you could give to someone who seemingly had it all.

You scratched your head, wracking your brain for ideas. What could you possibly get Harry—someone who could effortlessly buy whatever he wanted?

The answer hit you after some deliberation. As a craft-loving person, the best gift wasn’t something money could buy. Instead, you decided on something personal: an elaborate handmade birthday card.

The idea sparked your creativity as you sat down to brainstorm the design. Your phone suddenly beeped, interrupting your thoughts. Looking down at the screen, you froze for a second. It was the very person occupying your thoughts.

Harry ☺️: Hey! Are you busy tonight and want to have some dinner?

Your heart leapt, and you quickly replied, feeling excitement bubble up in your chest.

Y/N: Nope, not busy at all! So what are we eating? 😩

Harry ☺️: I was thinking pasta. 😗🍝

Y/N: Hmm, I’m craving rice. How about sushi? 😗🍣

Harry ☺️: Sure, I’ll find a place. Pick you up in 40 minutes.

Y/N: Okiee! I’ll get ready. See you! Be safe. 😌🙏🚙

Harry ☺️: Always 😮‍💨🫡

You tossed your phone aside and hurried to your closet. After some deliberation, you settled on the comfiest yet stylish outfit you could put together—a flowy top paired with your favourite jeans. For the finishing touch, you applied a berry-coloured lipstick that made you feel confident

You were just about to head out when your phone buzzed again. Seeing Harry’s name pop up, you smiled and answered.

"Hello! Just going down the stairs now. Wait a minute for me, please.”

"Hi! Sure, I’m parked by the door," Harry replied, his voice warm and familiar.

Hanging up, you rushed out the door. Your excitement must have been contagious because you didn’t even pause to greet the doorman as you hurried to Harry’s car.

Spotting his sleek black Range Rover, you knocked on the tinted window. Harry rolled it down with a cheeky grin.

"Spare change, sir? Please, I’m hungry and cannot afford even bread crumbs," you teased, feigning a pitiful cough to sell the act.

Harry chuckled, his laughter lighting up the cold evening air. Playing along, he gave you a mock-serious look.

"I’m so sorry, madame. No spare change here. Go somewhere else, pauper," he said, rolling the window back up dramatically.

Your mouth fell open in exaggerated shock. Opening the car door, you saw him laughing so hard he was almost in tears. You couldn’t help but join in, your loud laughter filling the space.

"Hello! I guess I missed you," you said sassily as you settled into the passenger seat and buckled your seatbelt.

"I missed you too," Harry replied softly, leaning over to give you a quick hug in the tight space.

"Okay, let’s go. I’m hungry. For SUUUSHHIII!" Harry suddenly screamed, making you burst into laughter again.

…

The restaurant was cozy, with warm wooden tones and a calming atmosphere. You admired the decor as you waited for your food, bopping your head to the music playing in the background.

"Look at the solid wood they used here," you said, gesturing to the tables. "And the lights! The pendants are gorgeous. I love the pattern they used on the accent wall."

Harry watched you, a soft smile spreading across his face. He was quiet for a moment, his mind racing. Is now the right time to ask her to be my girlfriend? he wondered.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the waiter arrived with your food.

You both broke your chopsticks simultaneously and reached for a piece of salmon nigiri.

"So, how was your day, Harry?" you asked, savouring the fresh flavour.

"It was fine. Full of the usual meetings… that kept me from you." Your cheeks warmed at his response.

"I miss you too," you said shyly. "Thanks for inviting me to dinner. This is delicious!" Harry hesitated, his fingers fiddling with his chopsticks.

"Uh, Y/N… Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what’s up?" you replied, taking another bite.

"Well, we’ve been having dinner for the past month or so…"

"Yeah?

"What do you think of our relationship at this point?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. "I guess… we’re good friends. You mean a lot to me, Harry."

"You mean a lot to me too, Y/N," he said softly, his gaze flicking to your lips.

But you didn’t seem to pick up on his deeper meaning. Harry smiled to himself, deciding to try again tomorrow.

…

The next morning, both you and Harry found yourselves struggling. You still hadn’t come up with the perfect gift for him, and Harry still couldn’t figure out how to confess his feelings.

As you prepared for the day, your phone chimed.

Harry ☺️: Good morning. Want to ask if you’re busy for lunch today. 🌞😴

Y/N: Not at all. Want to get sandwiches at Feli’s place?

Harry ☺️: That’s what I was planning. See you there. 😎🥪☕️

As you ended the conversation, an idea suddenly struck you.

What if I made Harry something that wasn’t just a card? What if it was something more personal—something meaningful?

You grinned, a spark of excitement taking over.

…

By the time you arrived at Felice’s, Harry was already there, waiting at your usual table.

"Hey, you," he said with a warm smile. "Missed you all morning."

"It’s noon, Harry. We literally saw each other last night," you teased, sliding into the seat across from him.

"Well, it felt like a whole day already," he replied cheekily, his grin infectious.

As Felice brought over your drinks, Harry shifted in his chair, tapping his foot nervously under the table.

"So," he began, his voice hesitant, "I wanted to ask you something… about us."

You set your matcha latte down, a small crease forming between your brows as you looked at him. "What is it, Harry?"

Harry took a deep breath, his green eyes searching yours for courage. "You mean the world to me, Y/N. I was wondering if… if we could take things to the next level?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. For a fleeting moment, you thought you might have misunderstood him. But instead of jumping to conclusions, you took his statement the way you always had—through the lens of your friendship.

A warm smile spread across your face as you reached out to pat his hand.

"Of course we can, Harry," you said earnestly. "We’re best friends! I don’t think I’ve ever been closer to anyone."

Harry blinked, his hopeful expression faltering for a split second before he quickly recovered. "Right. Yeah… best friends," he said, his lips curling into a soft, bittersweet smile.

You leaned back in your chair, sipping your latte. "I’m so glad we had this talk. It’s nice to remind each other how much we mean, you know?"

"Yeah," Harry replied, his tone warm yet tinged with something unspoken. "It’s good to know where we stand."

But inside, Harry felt like screaming.

He cleared his throat, glancing at the time on his phone. "Actually, I just remembered—I have a call I need to take back home. You know, work stuff."

Your face fell slightly. "Oh, already? We barely had time to hang out."

"I know, I know," he said, standing up and putting on his coat. "I’ll make it up to you, promise."

You gave him a warm smile and stood up to hug him goodbye. "You better. Drive safe, okay?"

"Always," he murmured, his voice soft, as he stepped out the door.

…

As the door chimed shut, you settled back into your seat, finishing your latte. Felice appeared from behind the counter, wiping her hands on her apron, her expression a mix of frustration and disbelief.

"Y/N," she said firmly, crossing her arms as she leaned on the table and sat in the chair Harry previously sat on

You looked up, startled. "What’s up, Feli?"

She sighed heavily, shaking her head. "You do know he’s trying to ask you out, right?"

You blinked, confused. "What? No, he’s not. Harry and I are just friends. He was just being sweet, as usual."

Felice groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Sweetheart, he wasn’t being sweet—he was confessing his feelings for you! That whole ‘take things to the next level’ thing? That wasn’t about friendship."

Your cheeks flushed, your mind replaying the conversation. "Wait… are you serious? He meant—oh my god."

"Yes, I’m serious!" Felice threw her hands in the air. "He’s been head over heels for you for weeks, and the poor man is probably banging his head on his steering wheel right now because you didn’t pick up on it."

You stared at her, stunned. "But he didn’t… I mean, I thought he just wanted to—oh no."

Felice softened, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Listen, Y/N. You’re amazing, but sometimes you’re a bit oblivious. Go home, think about it, and if you feel the same way, don’t make him wait too long. He’s trying, but he’s nervous, too."

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of her words. "I had no idea," you murmured, biting your lip.

Felice smiled knowingly. "Now you do. And for the love of all that’s holy, don’t let him chicken out next time."

…

The walk back to your apartment felt longer than usual, your mind replaying every word Felice had said. Could Harry feel that way about you?

The thought sent a mix of butterflies and panic fluttering through your chest.

Shaking your head, you unlocked your door and stepped inside, determined to distract yourself.

"Focus," you muttered, setting your bag down on the table. There was still the matter of Harry’s birthday gift—a task that had been daunting enough before all this confusion.

You pulled out the materials you had bought earlier, laying them carefully on your worktable. Cardstock in soft pastels, fine-tipped pens, watercolours, and a small collection of pressed flowers you had saved from past projects.

Your plan: a Victorian puzzle purse. A charming, intricate craft that unfolded layer by layer to reveal hidden messages. It was old-fashioned, meaningful, and perfect for someone as thoughtful as Harry.

With a deep breath, you started sketching designs for the embellishments. At the corners of the puzzle, you drew delicate hearts, intertwining vines, and blooming flowers. Each stroke of the pen felt meditative, calming your nerves as you thought about what you wanted to say.

…

Once the decorative borders were complete, you dipped a fine brush into your watercolour palette, adding soft blush tones and a touch of gold to the design.

As the paper dried, you pulled out your favourite pen, poised over the center of the puzzle where the first message would go.

"Dear Harry," you wrote, the words flowing easier than you expected.

"Happy Birthday to someone who brings light and laughter into my life every day. You’ve shown me what kindness, warmth, and passion look like, and I’m so grateful for every moment we’ve shared."

You hesitated, biting the end of your pen. Should you say more? Your mind wandered back to Felice’s words, and the possibility that Harry’s feelings for you went beyond friendship.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to be honest in your writing. Erasing your previous note.

You smiled to yourself, finishing the letter by signing your name. Folding the puzzle purse carefully, you tucked each corner in place, marvelling at how beautifully it had turned out.

Setting the finished craft on the desk, you leaned back in your chair and studied it, pride swelling in your chest. The puzzle purse was perfect—elegant, intricate, and heartfelt. You hoped Harry would love it as much as you had loved making it.

But as you stared at the delicate folds and hidden messages, Felice’s voice echoed in your mind again: "He’s trying to ask you out."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Could she be right?" you whispered to yourself.

For the first time, you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like if Harry did feel the same way. His shy smiles, the way he always made time for you despite his busy schedule, the way his green eyes softened whenever he looked at you… it all started to fall into place.

Your cheeks heated as you realized how much you wanted it to be true.

Pushing the thought aside, you stood up and placed the puzzle purse carefully in an envelope, sealing it with a wax stamp for an extra touch of flair. "We’ll see," you murmured. "First, let’s get through his birthday."

Little did you know, Harry was sitting in his car outside your apartment, staring at his steering wheel and replaying your conversation at Felice’s. He was determined to figure out how to tell you his feelings, once and for all—before he lost his nerve.

The soft knock on your door startled you. You weren’t expecting anyone. As you peeked through the peephole, your breath caught. There he was, standing in the hallway, looking both nervous and determined, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his hands.

You opened the door cautiously, surprised to see him. "Harry? What are you doing here?"

"Hey," he said, his voice soft but resolute. He held up the flowers with a sheepish smile. "These are for you."

Your eyes widened as you stared at the bouquet—an assortment of daisies, lavender, and tiny pink blooms, the kind of arrangement that felt as though it had been picked straight from a garden. "For me?"

He nodded, stepping inside at your invitation. You closed the door behind him, still cradling the flowers in your arms as if they were the most fragile thing in the world.

"Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "They’re beautiful."

Harry’s gaze softened as he watched you fuss over the flowers, your fingers delicately brushing the petals. He noticed the faint blush creeping up your cheeks, the way you avoided his eyes, and it only strengthened his resolve.

"Y/N," he began, his voice breaking the silence. You glanced up at him, your expression curious but cautious.

"I—" He faltered, running a hand through his curls. "I came here because… well, because I couldn’t wait anymore."

You tilted your head, confusion flickering across your face. "Wait for what?"

He let out a shaky breath, his hands fidgeting by his sides. "To tell you how I feel."

Your heart skipped a beat, the weight of his words sinking in. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"I’ve been trying to tell you for weeks now," he continued, his green eyes locking onto yours. "Every time we have dinner, or lunch, or even just coffee, I try to find the right moment, but it never feels right. And then today, when we were at Felice’s, I realized I can’t keep putting it off."

You stared at him, your mind racing. Could this really be happening?

"I like you, Y/N," he said, his voice steady despite the nervous tremor in his hands. "More than a friend should like a friend. And I don’t want to pretend I don’t anymore."

Your grip tightened slightly on the bouquet as you tried to process his words. Harry liked you? As more than a friend?

"But…" you stammered, your voice shaky. "I thought we were just—"

"Friends?" he finished for you, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. "I know. I’ve probably confused you by not saying anything sooner. But, Y/N, you mean so much to me. More than anyone ever has. And I just… I couldn’t hold it in anymore."

You blinked, your heart pounding in your chest. "I… I don’t know what to say."

"You don’t have to say anything right now," he said quickly, his voice gentle. "I just needed you to know. Whatever you feel, I can handle it. I promise."

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. You glanced down at the bouquet in your arms, your thoughts swirling. Finally, you looked up at Harry, his hopeful green eyes searching yours.

"Harry, I…" You hesitated, biting your lip. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in your mind, you remembered the gift you had been working on for him all night.

Without a word, you turned and walked to your desk, leaving Harry momentarily confused. When you came back, you held a sealed envelope in your hands.

"This… this was supposed to be your birthday gift," you said softly, holding it out to him. "But I think maybe it’s better if you open it now."

Harry blinked, his brows knitting together as he carefully took the envelope from you. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, clasping your hands nervously as he broke the seal.

Harry studied the puzzle purse with awe, gently unfolding each layer of the intricately designed card. You had poured your heart into it, embellishing it with tiny hand-drawn flowers, delicate hearts, and vibrant splashes of color.

When he reached the center, he found the letter you had written. As he began to read, your pulse quickened.

"Dear Harry, I spent so much time trying to figure out what to give someone who seems to have everything.

But then I realized the only gift I could give you is the truth:

you’ve made my life brighter in ways I never thought possible. You inspire me, make me laugh, and make me feel seen. You mean so much to me,

more than I think I’ve let on. And though it terrifies me to say it… I think I’m falling for you.

Happy birthday, Harry. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

sincerely yours,

Y/N

When he looked up from the letter, his eyes were glistening with emotion. He smiled, a mixture of relief and joy spreading across his face.

"You…" He paused, shaking his head in disbelief. "You’re falling for me?"

You nodded shyly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t know how else to tell you. I thought it would be safer to put it in the card."

Harry let out a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing as he set the card on the table. "Y/N, you’re incredible, you know that?"

You looked at him, your brows furrowing slightly. "I’m… incredible?"

"Yes," he said firmly, stepping closer. "And for the record, I’ve been falling for you too—hard. I’ve just been too much of a coward to say it outright."

Your heart swelled at his words, and before you could overthink it, you reached out and took his hand.

"So… what now?" you asked, a nervous smile tugging at your lips.

Harry grinned, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "Now, I make this official. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. "Yes, Harry. I’d like that."

Relief and happiness washed over Harry as he pulled you into a warm embrace, the wildflowers now forgotten on the table.

You rested your head on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

"I guess I don’t have to wait until my birthday for the best gift of all," Harry murmured, his voice low and full of affection.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your eyes shining. "And what’s that?"

"You," he said simply, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

… In the spirit of Harry's 31st Birthday. Here is my gift to the fandom. 💗💗💗

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mossangelll · 6 months ago

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HII HOW R U?? I was wondering if u could make a yandere caitvi x reader(like a poly relationship). Just headcannons if u like!! I really love ur postss💗💗

Yandere!Caitvi x Reader Headcanons

i’m great, tysm for requesting! sorry it’s taken me a while to get to this ^^

i was gonna add a section on how they kidnap you (figured i’d use it for a different fic) and an nsfw section but i didn’t know if anyone wanted that so i skipped it this time

HOW THEY MEET YOU

ok so vi is the one who notices you first - at first, you’re just another person who blends into the crowd at her fights

but then she begins to see you at every single fight of hers without fail, always with a huge handmade sign that says something like “step on ME, vi” or “vi, you’re the BEST!”

she thinks it’s endearing how someone like you, so unassuming and cute, is hanging around shady dens like this just to support her

you manage to catch her at the bar after one of her fights and you two strike up an unlikely friendship

she starts to fall head over heels for you - you don’t seem to care or even notice that she’s a mess

in fact, you’re hellbent on fixing her and she can’t help but have massive heart eyes at this point even though she’d normally find something like this demeaning (she doesn’t need to be saved!)

all her life, she’s chased after the people she loved and prioritised their well-being and now someone’s finally doing the same for her

you make her feel so seen at a time in her life when she feels incredibly lost and worthless

however it’s at this point vi leaves the fighting scene and reconnects with cait - you gave her the strength to do so

vi always feels guilty about this but you’re always in the back of her mind, a hopeful what if to ponder on the lonely nights after a lover’s quarrel with cait

so it’s nothing short of serendipity when cait starts to come home later and later, talking about a new recruit who has potential that needs to be nurtured and look at that - it’s you

cait knows she needs to be faithful to vi, she would never dream of going behind her back, but she’s drawn to you in a way that simultaneously confuses her and excites her

she becomes your mentor and sees parts of herself in you and that just makes her obsession infatuation that much worse

cait blurs the line between appropriate behaviour between a subordinate and their junior; she shows up at your door randomly for a “work assignment” and pries into the private details of your love life

if she finds out you’re dating someone or interested in someone other than her, your work life becomes a living nightmare

you’ll constantly be admonished for the tiniest infractions simply because she’s wants you all to herself and doesn’t know how to express her emotions in a healthy way

vi can’t even find it in herself to be jealous when she sees the lustre in cait’s blue eyes, one that’s only reserved for her, starts to come out whenever she’s around you but she does feel left out, after all, vi found you first

the two end up having a conversation and realise that they can’t live without you in their lives - all to themselves, that is

OK TIME FOR WHAT THEY’RE LIKE IN A RELATIONSHIP

honestly i think vi is the one you can wrap around your pinkie finger - she has such a soft spot for the people she loves and she’s not afraid of making it known

you want more treats? she’ll sneak them in

you want to go outside? ok, but vi is handcuffing you to her and you can only stay out for five minutes

surprisingly she respects your boundaries and tries not to be overly affectionate with you when you don’t want to be, even if it kills her inside

don’t think you can ask to talk to family and friends though, that’s completely off-limits and you will see a sadistic side to vi she doesn’t normally let out

i imagine her punishments would be something to the effect of her saying extremely cruel and upsetting things to you to remind you of your place

she would also be into physical punishments like spanking but not anything that could really hurt you - she would have a breakdown if she hurt you to the point of serious injury and would never forgive herself

cait on the other hand is essentially the “bad cop” in this scenario, it’s not that she doesn’t love you, in fact i would say she’s probably more obsessed than vi is, it’s that she doesn’t want to risk anything bad happening to you whatsoever

she went lax on punishing zaunites and it ended up with her mother dead - she’s not taking any risks when it comes to you

it harder to tell with cait but she does try to show her affection, it’s just not as obvious as the way she acts to vi

she does like to be physically affectionate with you more than vi does but this too is very subtle

she likes to make these actions seem like a necessity when really it’s for her own satisfaction

e.g. she’ll hold you hand and profess it’s because “you might fall over” even though you can see the faint blush on her cheeks - you’re both aware it’s a terrible lie but are equally too embarrassed to mention it

like in my other work, her shows of affection come from giving you books, painting lessons and expensive clothes, etc. - she wants to nurture your talents and expose you to the finer things in life that you’ve missed out on

she lowkey has a superiority complex when it comes to this lmao but i think she does it all to mask her deep insecurities

she doesn’t want to seem weak in front of her darling

her punishments are more harsh. i feel like she would put you in isolation and leave you hungry if you refuse to abide by her or vi’s rules

i hc that this stems from her childhood; her mother would withhold affection (maybe not to this extent) whenever she misbehaved and this way of thinking carried over to adulthood

this means that caitlyn and vi do tend to argue over what they think is best for you and it lowkey gives divorced parents energy - they’re constantly trying to prove themselves right

it’s a very volatile environment to be in

imo this is kinda cait and vi’s way of flirting too 😭 in the aftermath they look back on it like ‘awww she cares so much about our darling she’s willing to fight over them - so cute!’

their relationship stays mostly the same as it was before just a lil more intense

they’d both be yandere for each other, it just manifests a lot more strongly with you

like, they know they can look after themselves but you’re so weak they need to go above and beyond to ensure their most precious darling is safe

they both plan detailed daily routines for you and you’re micromanaged down to the smallest details: how long you can sleep for, the food you eat, the exercises you do, the clothes you wear, the people you can interact with

in my mind, this takes place at the end of s2 so you live with them in cait’s mansion - they’ve both experienced a LOT of trauma which contributes to them developing a codependent relationship and having to drag someone else into their mess

it’s definitely a stifling relationship and it feels like you’re never truly alone, if for some reason they can’t be there with you there’ll always be a trusted maid or enforcer keeping tabs on you

omg wait they definitely give you a diary and say it’s private but at the end of the night they’ll read through it to see if you’re planning anything they wouldn’t agree with

cait came up with the idea and vi thinks it’s a violation of your privacy but she goes along with it anyway

would never admit it but secretly it’s her favourite time of the day (if she respects your physical boundaries, she’s gotta break some other boundaries - give her a break!)

they just want to patch up the pain they feel from all the losses they’ve had to deal with and unfortunately for you, you’re their bandages

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 2 months ago

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Sorry if I’ve missed your rules or do’s/dont’s page, I didn’t see one, so if this is something you don’t write, I apologize!

But, I was just thinking about what a male remora might be like compared to the female reader. I think they would be very similar in their submissive nature and general role within in ecosystem. He would still clean and help the shark 141 in exchange for protection and care just as much as a female remora would.

But, our remora reader also helps the mers with any sexual needs. I think a male remora would do so too, because it’s part of the job, right? Homosexuality is seen in many animals across the board, and, besides, all of the mers are part human. I was just wondering what you think about this. I do believe he would still be the submissive parter during sex. I don’t feel like he would be topping any of the 141 😅. But, very little is known about remora reproduction… so do you think he would have 2 penises like the sharks do? Or something else? Obviously, gay human men can participate in penetrative sex with anal, so do you think the shark mers and a male remora could do that too? Or just frotting?

Besides the sex, though, I also wanted to know what you think about a male and female would differ. Maybe he has a different appearance or jewelry preference or opinion on the sharks. In a lot of animals there is a distinct difference in appearance and behavior between a male and female from the same species. So… if you’re not into writing gay sex, I’d enjoy it just as much to hear your thoughts on the SFW differences between a male and female remora mer ☺️ Anything is great, really, because I know this is kind of a strange ask. If you do respond, thank you for reading this whole thing!!! I really love your work, especially the shark mer au. They’re amazing, and so are you! I hope you have a good rest of your week 💗💗💗

boss, your brain!!

1) YES, the shark boys get down with all kinds. male!remora is especially grabbable in new and interesting ways. penetrating and frotting and what have you--both at once? both at once.

2) but like, of course remora reader would collect all kinds of things! fish bones. shells. rocks. human stuff too--tools, plastics, nets, the odd trinket filched from a diver. anything that goes overboard. some humans leave strange gifts. remora reader is prone to scavenging to forage for food, yes, and whomst among us is immune to keeping a shiny bauble or two?

the catch is he does it in secret, maybe hiding his stash because he survives by taking up as little space as possible--being unnoticeable in most contexts and helpful and unimposing in all others. so...

he hides his stash at first. when one of the shark boys inevitably finds it, remora reader meekly offers a little necklace as a bribe. once the secret is out, maybe he idly ties a little pearlescent clamshell to Ghost's lionfish spine knife, or maybe he begins to wear a plastic-bead-adorned comb in his hair.

this attracts a little too much interest, surely. sharks are just as interested in such shiny things. they want to know where he got it--he made it? interesting. they'd never ask for one; too proud; but they act awfully smug about getting those little handmade gifts when he presents them.

(also male remoras tend to be smaller than females. please think about how mermaid!remora reader could actually physically bully merman!remora reader by virtue of her size. and she would... as long as no one sees.......)

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rekino2114 · 5 months ago

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Could I have a fluff alphabet for Mitsuri kanroji

Mitsuri kanroji fluff alphabet

💗A=affection(how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Mitsuri is incredibly affectionate, hugs and kisses are a must whenever you're in a 5 meter radius from each other, she can't go an hour without giving you some form of affection

💗B=baby(do they want a family? How are they with kids?)

She's really good with kids and really loves them. Every time she sees one, she gets cuteness aggression and wants to go squeeze their cheeks. So she would very much love to have a family with you

💗C=cuddles(do they like to cuddle? How do they cuddle?)

She absolutely adores cuddles. Every time you come back from a mission, you're obligated to cuddle with her for all the time you missed. Most of the time she's the big spoon but definitely doesn't mind changing if you'd like

💗D=Domestic(do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Marrying you is her main objective in life. She genuinely already imagines how your house would be like and how many children you'll have. She is also great at cooking, and with her appetite, she cooks a lot for both of you. She's also pretty good at cleaning since with her flexibility, she can reach basically all the spots

💗E=everything (you are ........... example: my life,my world)

"You are the love of my life, I wand to be with you forever"

💗F=flirting (how do they flirt? Does it continue even after they're in a relationship?)

Mitsuri's "flirting" is divided in two phases. When you're friends, she does things she'd when you're in a relationship, like feeding you or randomly hugging you but when she realizes she actually has feelings for you she'll try to stay away from you because every time she looks at you she can't help but blush and stutter so much

💗G=gifts(what gifts do they like to give you? When?)

She loves giving you gifts on special occasions like valentine's day or your anniversary. It's mostly handmade stuff that she says is made with all her love

💗H=hug(do they like hugs? how do they hug?)

Mitsuri LOVES hugs, like loves loves them, literally the first thing she does whenever she sees you is hug you. Her hugs are incredibly tight, sometimes a little too much, but she always apologizes if she hurts you

💗I=I love you (how fast did they say it? Do they say it often?)

She said it immediately after her confession, she knew you're the one she'll marry from the start, so she says it almost too often, but you never get tired of hearing it

💗J=jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Mitsuri doesn't really get too jealous, she trust you a lot so even if a girl is flirting with you she won't be to bothered, only when you take too much time talking with her she'll pout and hug you trying to get your attention

💗K=kisses(how do they kiss you? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Just like she loves hugs, she also adores kisses, she absolutely loves peppering your face in quick kisses, unlike her mouth kisses which are long and passionate

💗L=love confession(how did they confess to you?)

One day she just couldn't bottle up her feelings anymore and blurted out that she loved you, when she realized what she said she ran away thinking you were gonna reject her, but you found her and confessed too and she did a complete 180 hugging you and telling you you were the love of her life

💗M=mornings (how do they spend mornings with you?)

She keeps on cuddling you for as long as she can until you eventually have to wake up

💗N=nights (how do they spend nights with you?)

She just clings to you for the entire evening and follows you in bed

💗O=overprotective (how protective are they of you?)

She knows you're strong so she's usually not that protective of you but when she knows a demon is really strong and you're together she tells you to be careful and stands in front of you to protect you

💗P=pet names(what nicknames do they like to call you?)

She likes to call you sweetheart, baby, or honey. Cutie is another one of her favorites

💗Q=quizzes(how much do they remember about you?)

She does remember quite a lot actually, and even when she doesn't she'll still refuse to ask you again since she doesn't wanna seem like she doesn't think what you told her is important

💗R=rain(how do they spend a rainy day with you)

You mostly stay inside and cuddle, she also likes to watch the rain outside since the scenery is nice

💗S=service (what are some acts of service they do for you?)

She really likes doing acts of service for you, some of her favorites are cooking for you and preparing baths and giving you massages to help you relax

💗T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She wants you to think she's a good wife (even if you aren't married yet) so she constantly puts so much effort into things she does for you, she also asks rengoku what she should do since she values his opinion

💗V=value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

You are one of the most important people in her life if not the most, she's just so glad to have someone who wants to marry her and be with her forever, if you love her she will give you back the love tenfold

💗U=unhappy (how do they cheer you up?)

She gasps and immediately hugs you, she then gives you a lap pillow and strokes your hair while telling you all the positive affirmations you want to hear and how much she loves you. She won't stop until she sees you smiling

💗W=wound (how do they react to you getting injured?)

She checks you over and over again to see how severe the injuries are, she then starts crying a bit, scolding you for being not careful enough. When she finishes she carries you to Shinobu (literally carrying you bridal style) to heal you

💗Y=yes (how do they react to you proposing to them?)

"*gasp* y-you....a-are you actually...... YES YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!!!! you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this sweetie, I promise I'll be the best wife you could ask for, I love you so so so much"

💗X=Xtra (a random fluffy headcanon)

She loves feeding you when you eat together. Even if you're eating something small she will insist on feeding you and will pout if you refuse

💗Z=zzz (how is sleeping with them?)

She always squeezes you and hugs you so tightly, but most of the time just not tight enough to hurt. Your head also sometimes gets buried in her chest....which you're not complaining about

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