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"Only for you princess"

Um hey happy birthday again...sorry I can only draw this man with smug expression

MINNOW HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD 😭😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 SCREAMINF CRYING THROWING UP ????? MY HEART ? STOPPED ???? 😭😭😭 OH NYGOD

his smug expression the smug caption the princess hoooooooo 😮‍💨😮‍💨😭😭😭😭😭??? the bedroom eyes his hands the way he’s biting the ribbon aaaaAAAAAAAAAH i fell to my KNEES…. 😭😭😭 god haku the things I’d do to/for u… the way he’s tied up haku YOU are the gift…

MINNOW the things I’d do for YOU?????? thank u minnow I’m gna print this out & staple it 2 my forehead 😭😭😭💜💜 THANK U 😭😭😭😭

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｡･:*:･ﾟ☆Favourite's Privilege｡･:*:･ﾟ

𓆩♡𓆪 Part two of Picking Favourites 𓆩♡𓆪

✧.*Synopsis: Since finding out he's your favourite Ghoul, Jiro has been acting... the exact same. Things take a turn when it becomes time for him to sleep over in your dorm again, does he not get special favourite's privilege?

✧.*Tags? Jiro Kirisaki x Reader, Fem MC, no spesific physical descriptor for MC beyond being shorter than Jiro and being refered to as "small" for the same reason, extra pining, Jiro is annoying, some fluff, SMUT: Dom!Jiro, Sub!Reader, 0.2 seconds of masturbation, unprotected sex (stay safe kiddos), posessive!Jiro, Jiro loses his composure, fingering, kind of aggressive sex?, dirty talk -- degradation and praise, size kink (oops), stomach buldge, the writer is way too into Jiro Kirisaki :(

✧.*Notes? not sure if anyone saw my 'upcoming' post, but this was meant to be 1/2 seperate Jiro smuts. I am also writing a non-smut Jiro thing now lolol. still unsure if said thing is part 3 to this or not. but yeah, thank you to everyone who requested a part 2 to this, I will continue to write Jiro the most out of all the characters lolololol, also we all agree that Jiro has a really high libido, right?

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The questioning has not stopped.

Yet another exhausting week at Darkwick. It didn't even feel like a week, quick as if only two days had passed but dragged out for longer than a year. A mission you barely got out of alive, a pile of homework you barely got around to thinking of, and a constant buzz of questioning from your friends and allies alike... At this point you had contemplated adding everyone to a group chat, sending the message "Jiro is my favourite, stop asking." and exiting out of it in an instant so you wouldn't need to deal with it further. You love them all, of course you do, and you want them all to feel that love, but it has been getting tiresome repeating the same answers again ang again on top of dealing with everything else you've got going on.

Honestly, it's not been that bad, but you're so tired and overwhelmed that even a single mention of the topic is enough to annoy you... You need to catch your breath for a second.

It's getting late, your day only ended an hour ago or so, so stress clings to you still. You've freshly showered, freshly free from responsibility, and finally able to catch your breath, just as you had asked for.

Sighing, you fall to your bed, lights still on... You just want a second before you make plans for the rest of the evening; you could sleep, catch up on some reading, watch a movie, listen to some music... the possibilities are as endless as your room itself... so not that endless, but still vast. Right now, staring at the ceiling is the most appealing thing for you, allowing your thoughts to catch up with you after they were forced to chase you down all week.

It doesn't take long for these thoughts to drift...

Jiro has been acting so strange all week, or at least you'd call it strange, you're unsure what would be the best way to describe it.

After he acknowledged his status as your favourite once, he never brought it up again. He remained unchanged against it all, still constantly behind you, still constantly hard to read.

But then your thoughts drift further...

When he was in your bed that morning his hands felt so warm around you. You wiggle yourself under the covers, bunching up the blanket and bringing it up to your face. You had no time to change your bedsheets this week, which is not a good habit, but you can still faintly make out his scent.

You didn't see him much during the week, but at one point you were both waiting for class to start with your backs to the wall and he suddenly turned around to tower over you, protecting you from an accidental avalanche of books hurled from the hands of a passerby. He leaned his elbow against the wall and looked down at you from so far high, his expression blank. Your probably looked so pathetic looking up at him with a heated face, but he just readjusted his glasses and commented that "Your heart rate is abnormally high."

When you woke up beside him, he bent your torso so easily, as if you were a piece of paper. He's so strong, isn't he? He could have probably spread your legs apart with a single finger and--

Your face is so warm as you nuzzle against the covers, your body has moved to the same position he put you in then, and you have unknowingly slid your hand through your panties, slowly circling your clit through the thin fabric.

--Fuck you whichever way he wanted.

Pleasure shoots through your body as your imagination finally roams free, allowing you to imagine such perverted things about your friend is so gross of you, it wasn't his fault he got hard in his sleep - oh, how good he felt against you for that one moment.

A knock on the door causes your whole body to jump back into reality, your hand immediately being over your chest and your eyes opening wide.

"Fuck, what now?" you mutter under your breath as you open the door, sighing.

"Hey." It's Jiro.

You look away, avoiding his gaze, you were just about to touch yourself to the thought of him, and now he's here, how are you meant to look him in the eyes?

"Can I come in?" he asks.

Oh yeah, it's been a week. Tomorrow you have another anomolous combat class. You completely forgot to pay attention to what day it was. It's a good thing you insisted he knocked. A few months ago he would have walked right in with dead-silence and found you where you were.

You move to let him in, still in silence and still unable to look at him.

"You smell good." Is what you manage to say, good for you.

"Oh, I showered before I came here." at least he didn't find it a weird thing to say... You hope.

You try again, "How a-are you?"

"I feel good, Yuri just gave me medication," he walks through your dorm room, towering over everything, "And you?"

"That's good," your voice is a shriek, you have to control yourself better, so you take a deep breath, "I-I'm a bit tired."

Jiro sits on the edge of your bed, manspreading. He takes off his glasses and cleans them with the edge of his casual pajama shirt. You look him up and down and lick your lips involuntarily, he looks so-

He puts his glasses back on and turns to look at you, blinking, "You're staring at me again."

You jolt nervously, throwing your hands up and shaking them as if to reject what he is saying, "Again?" you ask.

"Yeah," he chuckles, "You've been doing it a lot lately."

Honesty is not the best course of action here, "You're handsome."

...fuck.

"Me?" he asks, snickering at you with his eyebrows quirking down slightly, as if he does not believe it. Maybe he doesn't.

You blink blankly, dumbass, why did you say it out loud.

"Come here." Jiro says with a friendy tone, but when you look at him to confirm where 'here' is, you see that he is pointing to his legs, gesturing for you to sit on him.

You walk stiff with your hands glued to the side of your body, and pause when you're standing right beside his thigh.

"You're being so weird," he chuckles, and his tone is still friendly as he asks you to "Sit." yet he grabs you by the arm and pulls you down as a suggestion of sorts, unforcefully. You take the lead and sit over his thighs with your legs to the side, looking straight ahead at the nice looking wall.

Jiro's face shuts in on itself as he lets out a deep chuckle, "Aren't I your favourite?" he asks, "Don't I get any special privileges?"

You can feel your walls tighten around nothing, your whole body stiff, but you do your best to turn to face him, just a bit, "L-like, hm," you cough, "Like what?"

He doesn't answer, and his expression doesn't shift. Instead, he grabs one of your legs and brings it across his thighs so that you are straddling him, forced to look him in the eyes, as he pulls you by the lower back so that your pelvises touch. Your eyes widen and dart down as you feel his hard length against your core, he makes sure you know he's hard, by grabbing your hand and putting it between your bodies as he asks, "Do you want me?" he is serious.

"I- I- hm, wh-" speaking proves difficult for you, as your walls tighten around nothing again.

"I gave you a lot of hints," he confesses, "You've been quite bad with picking up on them."

He is so, so hard. But his length feels massive against you, strained by layers of fabric, you're unsure if you could even take him, but your core beckons for him by growing wetter and wetter by the second, trying to pull him in without you having to do anything. You look down at the place where your bodies meet, and then at him, and then again, unable to form a coherent sentence that shows him just how much you want him.

When you don't answer, he makes sure you're alright, or more so, asserts that you are, "You don't seem uncomfortable, but if you are I apologize and we can pretend I-"

"I do." You manage, finally, "I do want you. Really really badly." the last part comes out more like a moan than a sentence, but it's enough to make him laugh at you again, and to kiss you.

The kiss is intense. You pull him closer by the neck and the hair, grinding down on him very slightly while his hands roughly explore your body. He breaks the kiss to instead kiss your jawline, making you moan and grind on him faster. He moves back to your lips, this time with more intent, pushing you down along the bed with ease.

Jiro looks down at you, leaning over his hands, he looks so different than he usually does; almost animalistic. His dark hair hangs over his eyes, making a faint light shining a white streak over his glasses, and darkening his gaze. You realize how big he is compared to you, caging you just by being above you, but you're never scared of him, even now, when he looks so dangerous; you look up at him with excitment, helping him slide your shirt over your head and throw it aside. You're not wearing a bra, you didn't remember he'd come over, and yet he smiles at that as if you had intent hidden behind the decision.

He lowers himself with a smooth motion to grind against your core, "Mine." he claims next to your ear, pushing his torso into yours again and kissing your neck so roughly.

"Y-Yours?" it sounds like a question, but you meant it as a statement.

Jiro's laughter shoots directly to your core as his eyes darken even more than they already did, "Of course you are," he continues kissing lines from your neck to your jaw, staying in some spots to ensure a mark is left, "Everyone knows, right?" he whispers, "Everyone knows I'm your favourite, that you're mine."

"I- yours." you nod, whimpering as he sucks a spot on your neck. You are reminded of your worries from before as he grinds into you again, Jiro can see it in your eyes, and rises to his knees to pull your pajama pants down.

"I'll prep you," he reassures, "Don't worry."

You nod again, cold from his sudden absence over the top half of your body.

Jiro scoffs at you, and you look down to see what he's reacting to. Your bare thighs are covered in slick wetness, having spread from your soaked through panties. This is the most wet you've ever been, and you're not sure if it's embarrassing or hot, but the way Jiro looks at it makes it feel hot.

He undoes his pants and boxers and discards them altogether, and oh, how your worries have been confirmed... He is huge. You don't think you can fit it in. Noticing your panic, Jiro leans down, rubbing his tip against your folds in a teasing manner, "You can take it right?"

The moan that leaves you is more akin to a scream, it feels so good and yet your walls clench and your panic grows, "You- You said you'd-"

He coos at you for a change, like you do to him when he's feeling weak, "I will, just wanted to see your reaction." which apparently makes him chuckle again.

Jiro uses his fingers to collect the wetness from your thighs, smoothing it across your clit, you shiver.

"You're so reactive," he comments, sliding his finger down from your clit and into your hole, "I wanna make you scream."

Your eyes widen at that, but you have no time to process as he sets an intense pace with his finger. He only put in a single finger, but you feel your walls clench around him, sucking him in, and he makes sure to tell you that "You're so tight," Jiro uses another finger to abuse your clit. He's so fast and rough, and you writh under his merciless pace, his finger feels so good as he fucks it in and out of you, circling your clit to make sure you are more susceptible and willing to his sudden insertion of another finger.

"N-ah! Jiro-" The sudden fullness causes you to arch your back. His finger alone was long and wide enough to fill you nearly all the way, and now with a second finger, you feel like you're burning.

"You can take it," he tells you, "It feels good, right?"

He scissors his fingers open, as far as they'd go within your tight walls, going back to fucking you on them but with this new motion added in. "Feels so good, so- ah! ah- Jiro, please please-"

He opens and closes his fingers, stretching you out so good as he continues circling your clit.

The coil in your stomach snaps at once, and you cum violently over his fingers, coating them with a thick layer of slick -- but he doesn't stop. He continues fucking his fingers into you with just as much vigour as before, if not faster, and continues circling your clit. He places his other arm along your torso, holding you down so that you stop wiggling around in your ecstasy.

"Ji-Jiro-" you moan out his name, begging, "S-stop, stop, stop."

But you can't tell if you want him to, and he doesn't. Overstimulation washes over you, your words are nonesense, your moans are desperate, and your body shakes under his hold, your first orgasm has yet to end and yet another falls over you.

Then he stops at once. Removing his fingers with a last flutter, and wipes them over your thigh.

"You're okay?" he checks, and when you nod, he flips the two of you around so that he is laying down and you are sitting on the edge of his thighs, right before his length, "If you do it like this it'll make it easier for it to fit." he says, tapping your shoulders for reassurance.

"I want to do it," You tell him, "I want you."

So you move your shaken knees to be on either side of him, and take his length in your hand, sliding it against your folds again to coat his tip with slick, he does not move, instead, he lets you take your time.

You raise your hips as high as they go, and position his tip against your enterance, sliding it in.

"You-You're so big, Jiro." you say.

"You're trying to suck me in," he says, "Your body wants this so bad."

Truly, your walls clench around his tip, trying to help you as you do your best to maneuver your hips around to take him all the way in. You moan when he bottoms out.

"S-so full," you mewl, rotating your hips. You feel so full, as if there's not enough space for him to even move, there's a slight buldge in your stomach, which you nearly faint at the sight of.

Jiro's reaction to everything is a simple, "Oh." , his eyes go wide with lust, but he gives you a second.

"Forgive me." he says when that second becomes too long.

And before you know it he has grabbed both sides of your torso and began drilling into you as if you were a fleshlight.

He moves you up and down his length, fast, faster, and even faster.

You moan out his name, scream it almost, his cock pulls all the way out and then slams into your soft-spot, again and again and again, but he doesn't seem to be thinking of your pleasure right now, no matter how great it is and how good it feels to have him fuck into you so damn fast, he is blind to everything beyond his cock and the way your walls clench around it. You're so warm, so tight, and he can't help but use you like this.

He's quiet, completely, groaning faintly, but not letting out a single sound. His eyes are trained on the part where your bodies meet, and his hands dig into your sides roughly. He looks so hot like this, unbothered, chasing his own pleasure and using you exactly as you wanted him to. Picking you up and putting you down, over and over again until you cum around him, and again not stopping even when you do.

You're so overstimulated, and yet it feels so good. All parts of your brain that know how to formulate thoughts into sentences have long left you, and all you can do is moan pathetically and beg him for something you can't even name. "Please, please, fuck- Jiro, please."

He begins swearing, quietly, under his breath, and your head falls to the side, deflated; you cry. It feels so good, too much. You're too full. He's too big. And then he bucks his hips into you, bottoming out again and releasing deep into you, he finally moans -- it's a quiet, deep rumble of a whimper, and you bend forward as you cum again, everything is leaking out of you as you cry out a "'s full, so full-"

Your thighs shake, your breath hitches, your face is wet with tears, and he detaches you from him and allows you to fall over his chest - held so gently all of a sudden that the whiplash makes you sigh peacefully.

You lay like that for a bit, still unable to speak fully, and he smooths his hands over your back. He quietly mutters that he wishes he had more stamina, but you don't think you could have taken any more. You play with his hair quietly as he holds you close against his bare chest. He's comfortable.

"Sex feels way better than I imagined." Jiro says suddenly, "I really liked it, I'd wanna do it with you again."

You blink when you realize what he is implying with his words, "imagined?" you ask anyways, raising your head slightly to judge his reaction.

Jiro pushes his glasses up his nose, "I've never done this before."

"Huh?" no way, you think, he has to be joking.

But when he doesn't shift at all, you realize he is being serious. So you press a soft, gentle kiss to the top of his head, falling back down into him. "I'd do it again, I liked it too," you say.

"Is it part of my special favourite privileges?" he jokes.

"If that's how you wanna think of it," you joke back, "then yeah."

"Good," he concludes, but then adds "can I make a medical suggestion?"

You quirk your eyebrow, rubbing circles on his chest, "Yeah?"

"You shouldn't attend tomorrow's class, I don't think you'll be able to walk all that well."

You smack his chest with an angry giggle, "Fuck you."

"Again?" he teases.

You both laugh, and then you answer his medical suggestion seriously, "If you stay in with me, I won't go."

"Hm" Jiro hums.

"Alright," you chuckle, stretching out your arm to the bedside table, "I'll turn off the alarm clock."

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Um, hi! There is a criminal lack of TKDB’s Rui and glove kink imo, I saw a post that said to ask so I asked but feel free to ignore this! Fem/spicy/whatever you’re most comfortable with ^_^

YESSS A RUI ASK LET'S GOOO!! thanks Anon, i fucking love Rui btw, and of course I'd be super happy to do this hehehe, I went with pretty much no plot to be found, hope you like it and thanks for requesting hehe :)

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❁ཻུSynopsis: When rain forces you to stay the night, you grow frustrated at Rui's flirting, finally deciding to take him up on his empty promises.

AKA: Rui and you have angsty glove sex lol

❁ཻུTags? Rui X MC, SMUT, Glove kink, both MC and Rui wear gloves, angst (sorry), dirty talk, PWP, emotional whiplash, no penetration, masturbation, handjob, praise, Feminine MC with vagina, no direct physical descriptor for MC beyond that :), barely proof read.

Mx. minor do not interact pwease :3

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Chill overtook the air. You could tell that it was cold outside. The wind howling through closed blinds, hitting branches against windows with vigour, and blowing rain in all directions: harsh, large droplets of water crashing against the stone pavement that marks your way home. You shiver by the door, choosing to close it instead and return to the comfort of being inside.

Obscuary's dorm was comically large; a mansion with rows of rooms and mazes of hallways and staircases, and all for three people.

Like always, you are still unsure what hallway leads where, and take a turn in the dark towards a hopeful solution, which happens to lead you straight into a gloved hand: Rui. He had stretched his arm out to stop you in your tracks before you manage to walk right into him and into an untimely demise.

"Careful," he exclaims, the warmth of his hand echoing through the glossy fabric of his glove, "You almost walked into me." He retracts his hand, scratching the back of his neck and smiling anxiously, he continues speaking, "I was just about to come after you, it's raining like crazy out there."

"Yeah," you chuckle, "I wanted to ask if I could stay over tonight."

"Of course," he smiles, "As I said, you're always welcome."

Rui leads you down the hallway, five steps ahead of you. You stare at his back, he's so handsome from every angle -- his blond hair twists up slightly when it meets the hem of his black turtleneck, and without his blazer on you can clearly see the outline of his defined body, shame you can't run into him and hug hold his tall form in your arms. It's a cruel world that someone so huggable can't be touched. You'd literally devour him if you could.

"Hello?" he waves at you, eyebrow cocked up and a slight chuckle at his lips, and you notice that you're standing in a large room akin to a princess' quarters, with purple decor lining the walls and a large canopy bed adorned with vintage-looking sheets. You realize he had been speaking to you while you were busy checking him out, "Oh, what did you say?"

"I asked if you need anything,"

you. You think.

"N-no I'll be fine." You say. But you won't be fine.

"Alright, make yourself comfortable, I'm in the next room over," he gives you his signature flirtatious smile, "Y'know, if you need some lovin' or something."

"I-" you're speechless, what gives him the right to talk like that, the fucker.

"Kidding, Princess." he laughs, blowing you a kiss with a wink, "Goodnight."

And so he leaves.

...

You close the door and hurl yourself face first into the bed, screaming into the pillow. This unbelievable man, this absolute fucker. You had to put up with his nonstop, effective, flirting, and now you can't even kiss him forcefully or ride him angrily to show him how effective it was. You have to do something. otherwise you will not be able to sleep.

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It had barely been a minute, but you are already barging into his room. Shutting the door behind you with a slam and ignoring his questioning as you ruffle through a drawer you pulled open with nearly enough force to slam it on the ground, thankfully it didn't detach from the hinge, but it doesn't have what you're looking for, so you shut it and look through the one beside it... There.

You lift up a pair of black gloves, they're long and would go all the way up to your elbows if you put them on. You show him the gloves with a question, "Are these the same kind of gloves you wear?"

"What are you doing?" he asks. You look at him finally, he's sitting on the edge of his bed, his expression confused and a bit scared, well honestly, he kind of deserves it.

"Answer my question." You insist, walking towards him.

"F-fine, yes, but-"

"No but," you respond, slipping your hands into the slightly oversized gloves, slowly and deliberately in a seductive manner, "can I touch you with this?" you say.

"Wait, wait," he shakes his head and blinks at you, his words laced with sadness "I know I said you can come over if you want some lovin' but, I- you know I can't actually do that right?"

Something within you calms down for his sake, you want him to enjoy this, even if he's frustrated you beyond belief. Hence you sit beside him on the bed and place a gloved hand over his. He lets out a breathy gasp, and his eyes close involuntarily. "Rui," you say, "I'll be careful." you raise your hand and touch it to his face, smoothing a thumb over his cheek. Rui leans into the touch, cherishing it.

He looks so vulnerable, broken. His eyes closed in arches, hiding a deep rooted hurt. His breath is hitched, uneven, and his nose scrunches up slightly in an attempt to not cry.

"You-" his voice is choked, "This is dangerous."

You want him to feel good; to enjoy himself, to have this. You can imagine how painful his flirting actually is for him. It probably stings as much as it does for you.

When you realize he isn't saying no, you slide your other hand under his shirt, brushing it along his warm skin, and he gasps. "You got yourself into this, Rui," you chuckle in an attempt to uplift the mood, "You kept saying all those nice things to me, eventually I had to hold you accountable."

He shifts so that his back is against the headboard, and you sit beside him, turned slightly so that you can keep caressing his skin and forcing small sounds out of him. You're not even doing anything in particular, just touching his torso with a gloved hand and watching his face light up with a heavy caution.

"It's been so long," he finally uses his own gloved hand to touch you: your face. His hand shakes. "I-"

"I know," you sigh, smiling at him. You raise two fingers up to your mouth and place a kiss on their edge, placing them on his lips next.

His eyes go wide in shock, and he laughs at the gesture, returning it the exact same way.

This is sad; the closest thing to a kiss you can give each other, and yet, you also fall into laughter, if only for a moment before things heat up again.

"Well make it work," he says, back to his confident tone, "Sit beside me, princess."

You lean back, face warm with sudden realization as to how far you've gotten with this idea. You feel the warmth of his hand drag a line down your clothed stomach, the fabric frictions with the smooth material of his glove as he dips his hand under the edge of your trousers and underwear. The tips of his fingers toy with the fabric of your underwear, lifting the lacey lining up and realising it, making it snap down on your skin as his other hand releases the button of your trousers and undoes the zipper with a slow, teasing pace.

Looking up at him, you reach out and attempt to mimic his slow pace on his zipper, but it comes across as fast and wanting, desperate.

It takes all but a moment for you to drag his black trousers down his legs and put your hand over his boxer-briefs.

"Eager, aren't we?" he chuckles. But before you can answer, his middle finger is dragging a line over the wetness of your underwear, right in the centre.

"R-Rui" you moan, hand closing involuntarily over the outline of his cock.

He breathes deep, "You're so wet for me, princess," he notes, snapping your underwear again.

And you are. You're so wet. Every wisp of air, every distant flatter of his fingers, shoots a dose of arousal through your body. It's almost embarrassing, but at this point you have no shame, so you release his cock out of his boxers, and mewl "I need you, Rui."

"No need to tell me twice," he smiles brightly, pulling down your underwear and abandoning them over your thighs, tracing a swift line from there to your entrance, and inserting the tip of his middle finger, circling it around.

The glossy material of his glove feels both warm and cold, you've never felt anything like it before -- it slicks up with your wetness so easily, but remains a thick barrier between you and Rui's soft fingers. You bet it feels odd for him too, the glossy fabric sticking to his shaft as you drag your hand up and down in an uneven pace.

Rui knows exactly what he's doing, as if he's done this many times before, but not with anyone else; with you. He knows exactly how to curl his finger, reaching deep inside of you while his thumb circles your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You're unsure if what you're doing feels good for him, the glove sticks to his skin every once in a while, and it is hard for you to focus as your back arches into his touch.

"D-does that feel good?" you decide to ask.

"Y-yeah, but not as good as your pussy would," he replies blatantly, "You're so tight around my fingers, I bet you'd suck me right in, fuck, you'd feel so good around me."

You shiver at his words, looking at his cock and imagining what it would feel like in place of his finger. He adds another finger in, going faster at a pace that makes it hard to think, but you talk to him through your moans, "It'd feel so good, a-ah, feels so good." your head falls back as he removes both fingers and shoves them back roughly, again and again, curling them right in time to drag against your soft-spot where a wave of pleasure hits the pit of your stomach.

"Rui- f-fuck, Rui!" your head is about to fall onto his shoulder, but you catch yourself last minute and drop it to the other direction, moaning loudly as he continues the rough pace -- finger fucking you.

"I'd fuck you so good," he says, "I'd fuck you so deep, you'd like that right?"

His pace quickens as you both imagine his words, you try to keep up, circling your hand around his cock, stroking it faster and faster. You nod and moan, letting out breathy "yes- yes, please, pl-"

"I wouldn't stop," he moans, "I'd go again and again until you couldn't take it anymore."

His fingers ram into you, pausing longer when they reach your soft-spot so he can flick them twice, pulling his fingers out again and continuing the ruthless pace. The coil in your stomach tightens and you feel your walls flutter around him. Rui looks etheral; his expression tender, brows furrowed in concentration, mouth opened with silent moans, chest heaving, back arching into your touch ever so slightly.

"I- fuck," he arches his cock into your grasp, "I'd fill you up nicely, I- hm, fuck- you-" he chuckles, swallowing his words as he shivers all over, cumming thick ropes of white onto the black fabric of the glove, his fingers still for a second as you watch him come undone. The sight is unbelievable.

You reach the edge soon after as he slowly regains control over his fingers and moves them again, slower, with more intent, but still as passionate and rough as before. Moaning his name out as your back arches and your fingers curl into nothing.

You stare at his lips, there's an invisible pull between you, you wish to kiss him, to wrap your arms around him, to go again, only this time to let him do what he said moments prior.

"Maybe one day," he says, smiling at you.

"Can I stay here tonight?" you ask, squeezing his hand through the barrier that exists between you.

"Yeah, I'll keep you safe." he smiles back.

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Okie so coming up （っ＾▿＾）

Tokyo Debunker:

Rui glove smut (requested)

two, yes TWO seperate Jiro smuts (one is a continuation of picking favourites)

A cool headcanon/scenario post for ALL ghouls :)

More affection headcanons starting with Obscuary (requested)

Yuri smut :))

I'm planning(?) a Tohma thingy

Mahoyaku (Promise of Wizard):

Rutile slow-burn friends to lovers, not sure if it will have smut, might be two parts ??

(planned) Murr x Shylock x Reader something?

I am planning on doing some things with third person perspective cause second person is... an experience? anyways, feel free to request more things, the ones I put here are mainly all done but just need some minor editing or scheduling :) All of your requests are hella epic and thank you all for your kind words ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ)

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hiiiiiiiii again:3 I want to kiss you because ???? I've just crying since I read Yuri's HC's because it's the first thing I read after waking up and made my whole day. No lie, I read it 30 times already. I love him so badly KSKSKD he's my little crybaby:(💕 I was born to love him (and pregnant him)

And gosh, smut with virginal Ren? I born for this, and live thousand years for it. I love him so much too, I'd want to kiss him silly 🥺💖

I wish keep seeing more of your writing for a long time, I love you so much 😭💖

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heya! hahahaha thank you so much!!!!!! I am glad you liked it heheheh

Thank you for your kind words and for your Yuri request, it inspired me to make a longer form Yuri smut fic btw ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

Working on more things :3 ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

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☄. *. ⋆In-Game Credits for Your "Noble" Protection?⁀➷

ꕥSynopsis: Feeling stressed and bothered by everyone, you take to hiding in the only place on campus no one would think to look for you in... Behind the counter in the Mystery Diner, who could have thought this would also be a good way to get some stress relief?

ꕥTags? Ren Shiranami x Reader, Ren has a crush on MC, MC makes good financial decisions, MC also develops a crush on Ren, MC is a PRO GAMER, MC with no physical descriptor, but implied woman(implied as a woman, she/her pronouns used like once, has vulva), Romeo and Ritsu mentioned, Haru is annoying, pining, kinda slow burn?, slight angst if you blink, SMUT: Virgin!Ren, imaginary blowjob, actual handjob, first time, experienced!reader (implied) Dom!Reader, Sub!Ren, praise!!, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), premature ejaculation

ꕥNotes: Yes, I am a Renfucker, thank you :) the fact I have a smut ask in my drafts but wanted to publish this first skashdasdjas cause like, it's not my first time writing smut but it sure is my first time publishing smut.

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The first time you did this was a rainy day and you were so frustrated with everything and everyone you were literally about to punch a wall, or worse, throw someone through a wall.

Everyone was on your case all day and you were sick and tired of dealing with all of the constant, unending requests flying your way from every corner. The only thing you wanted was to sit down quietly and do nothing for a second, literally just nothing.

So you considered your options... Your dorm was the worst bet, everyone could tell if you were closed off in there and even if you locked the door and placed several pieces of furniture on that locked door, somehow someone would find a way to get you out of there and into some crazy situation. Going out of campus was not an option either, Darkwick didn't trust you enough to leave you without constant supervision. And apparently running as far as you could in Jabberwock's fields would eventually get you found out by Towa or Haru and promptly assigned another task for the task pile.

Only one option remained: the Mystery Diner.

The food there is awful, so no one ever goes there... Maybe Ritsu but if you hid somewhere out of plain sight, no one would even think to question Ren on your whereabouts; it wasn't like you two were friends or anything, so why would he know where you were?

You knew the likes of him, mobile gamers... You were one yourself, filthy. But it meant you both spoke the same language: in-game currency. There was a good opprutonity for you here; you potentially only had a year to live, and even without that potential, you had no monthly payments to be made -- those were taken care of by Darkwick -- so your bank account was just sitting there, begging to be used. At this point you'd waste it all buying yourself some alone time.

Hence, you swiftly made your way over with a neatly packed bag: your phone, headphones, your favourite snack, and water, and walked in to the Diner with an air of confidence and a sense of urgency, knowing that if you weren't quick enough, someone would figure out you are missing and promptly begin looking for you.

"Ren." you said, striding towards the wide-eyed man behind the counter, "What game are you playing?"

He was, of course, playing on his phone before you came in, and he sure as hell didn't lower it to look at you as he groaned an annoyed, "What do you want?" your way.

"I will give you 3,000 yen worth of credits for whatever game you want if you let me hide behind the counter." you pointed to a part of the counter that seemed to house a big enough dent for you to sit in.

"You- huh?"

"You heard me."

"Alright?" he shrugged.

You walked around the counter, and quickly slid yourself under into the same crevice you had pointed to, sitting with your back to the wall. You took Ren's PayPal details and transfered him 3,000 yen in no time.

"If anyone comes in looking for me, you don't know anything." you requested, putting a headphone in your ear.

"Suspicious, but I don't care enough to ask."

He went back to his game, quietly muttering a successful "yeah!" at the purchase he probably made, and you had quietly began your glorious alone-ish time, doing whatever your heart desired away from it all.

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The next time you did this, someone did come in to look for you -- Romeo, he was shouting at Ren and complaining that you had disappeared exactly when he needed you to do an important task for him, and that he has to find you at once.

You shivered slightly, but Ren didn't falter for a second, and insisted he doesn't know you well enough to know where you'd be. Romeo scoffed and left.

You thanked Ren with a bright smile and he rolled his eyes at you with a faint blush, going back to his game.

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The more you kept doing this, the more the conversation between you and Ren grew. You added each other on some games, talked about your distain of others, and even laughed faintly at random memes. You'd automatically transfer him 3,000 yen whenever you walked in, greeting him with a joke and quickly sitting down in your usual spot. He brought you a pillow at some point, "The floor's hard." He said. You began sharing your snacks with him, gently pulling on the hem of his trousers to get his attention and quietly raising the bag towards him.

He was nice company: his voice was always roughened with complains laced with harsh language; he'd pull his r's slightly and scoff when he told you about recent updates he disliked in a game you both played. When he got passionate about a topic, he'd rumble excitedly, spreading his excitement to you, until he'd eventually clear his throat in shame and turn red in the face, promptly apologizing for getting ahead of himself.

You didn't dread seeing him, in fact, you looked forward to it, and began to find reasons to be frustrated on purpose, just to need his company again.

You began to notice small things about him: the way he ruffles his curly hair when he messes up in a game, the shy manner at which his lips curl when he's about to laugh, the way he bends down to look you in the eyes when he says something he finds important - and when he eventually clears his throat and rises back up when you maintain eye-contact for too long.

When people talked badly about him, you began to grow angry, and wanted to tell them they're all wrong, he was smart, witty, and really funny. Of course, you couldn't say anything, because no one knew you too were getting that close.

You started sending him memes throughout the day, or doing quests with him from a distance, you noted information he'd find interesting, and waited impatiently for a chance to tell him. You dreamt of him once; he was a knight protecting you from an evil dragon, and you fought side by side with him like you do in a game you enjoy often.

You realized that you like him.

One day, when you walked in and took your phone out, he quickly raised a defensive hand in your direction and told you "s-stop sending me money,"

You blushed slightly at that, unsure why, "Bu-"

"I'm just getting too OP. Don't get me wrong," he fumbled in a rush when he feared you might consider he was saying that out of friendliness or something, "you still have to pay me some other way." his eyes darted away, and he ruffled his hair thinking he messed up.

You smiled, about to crack a laugh at him, but he stopped you again.

"No, not like that, ew." he was so red when he said it, catching on to the suggestive nature of his statement.

That day turned out quite unfortunate on the suggestive front. Because not long after you had settled into your comfortable spot on the floor, Haru walked in with his catastrophic levels of bright energy and slammed himself onto the counter.

"Ren-Kun!" he dramatically called out, "Have you seen the honour student?"

Ren's face turned red and his eyes narrowed in attempted concentration, "N-no!"

"I have been looking for her all day," Haru whined, holding onto the counter and swaying back and forth, "Have you really not seen her anywhere?"

"W-Why would I-I don't- She's I don't?" Ren mummbled out. You placed a hand on your mouth and tried not to laugh.

Haru laughed at him instead, wholeheartedly, his laughter echoing through the floor and sending vibrations throughout the building, he then grabbed Ren by the shoulders, "Ren, I know it's difficult for you talking to girls, being a virgin and all that, but she's not in the room right now, so you don't have to get all worked up about it."

You couldn't see their faces, but you could tell Ren was stiff and blushing because his legs were basically glued to the ground and a dull heat radiated off of him. Your own face was also warm, you tried really hard to not react in any way, purely to not make the situation extremly awkward for everyone involved. Then, you noticed something else about Ren. He was hard.

His hips moved ever so slightly, hard-on rubbing very, very slightly against the edge of the counter. You could feel your mouth water unexpectedly and your core shoot a very graphic message to your head: you'd very much like to suck him off right then and there.

Does he like protecting you? He has to, right? Is he embarrassed that Haru mentioned he's a virgin? You find it cute. It would be so nice to repay him for protecting you...

It wouldn't be that difficult from where you were, all it would take is for him to stand just a bit more to the left, so that his torso would be eye-level with you, then you could manouver yourself quietly to be on your knees and wiggle your head under the heavy fabric of the stupid apron on his stupid uniform. You would unzip his trousers and pull out his cock. He'd be so hard and most likely so touch starved that even the slightest experimental lick would cause him to shutter and buck his hips into your face. Him being a virgin, although not unexpected, turned you on, you'd be the first person to give him such pleasure, and he'd be so inexperienced and cute about it -- fucking your face with such desperation as you'd do your best to keep him in place, and he'd be unable to hold back loud whines as he reached his peak.

"Hey?" He snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Oh- hey." you said, dazed with the aftertaste of your thoughts.

Haru had already left, maybe quite a while ago at that point, but you were still staring up at him.

"You- hm," he said, "You should go, I think."

Being a bit too horny to not be confident, you suggestively commented, "But I still haven't paid you for today," your eyelashes batted at him all cutely and innocently.

But he was acting like a dumb man, "Yeah... about that, I hm-" he looked away all shyly, "I-want-you-to-come-over-and-watch-a-horror-movie-with-me-sometime but you don't have to if you don't want to and I'd get that-" he said it all in one breath, but you cut him off.

"I'd like that." you nodded, smiling brightly.

And after observing your schedule for the week, you had decided on a good day and time. And you had decided you were going to fuck him, that was the payment you we're going to give him for protecting you.

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Ren sneaked you into his room from the window, knowing that if Haru figured out you're there, he'd most likely steal you away, and he couldn't have that, you're his, and it took him way too long to gather the courage to ask you to hang out elsewhere than the Diner, there was no way he was messing it up.

He sprayed what smells like at least half a bottle of cologne in the room before you walked in, did his best to organise his typically messy room, took a really long shower, brushed his hair, and sprayed himself with the remainder of the cologne bottle.

The light is dim, but you can still make out the array of posters on his walls, and the small TV in the corner. His room is so him, you decide. Beyond the mist of cologne is Ren's scent, deep and cozy, you smile at him.

He's dressed so nicely, it's nice seeing him with his casual clothes for a change: they're loose and mundane; a big JAWS shirt with small holes at the bottom -- you'd like to steal it one day, and a pair of dark grey checkered pajama pants. He looks so domestic, comfortable.

"Are you alright with horror films?" he asks, scratching the back of his neck, "If not then-"

You love horror films, in fact, there isn't much that can scare you, mainly given the fact that you've lived through so many horror scenarios in real life at this point, there isn't enough CGI and good FXs in the world to scare you. But you're also very determined to cuddle him tonight... at least at first.

"It's alright, Ren," you smile, "But would you mind if I sat behind you? I get scared quite easily."

"You-" he coughs, "Yes."

You sit on his bed without asking, watching him shake his way through inserting a DVD into the player and grabbing the remote. He freezes by the bed, grabbing onto the corners of his pajama pants like he's lost. You tap the bed between your legs, and he hesitatingly sits beside you.

"I meant, like, here." you tap again.

"Oh-" he laughs stiffly.

You do the work for him and just shuffle your way so that he is sitting between your legs, your chest pressed to his back and your legs dangling on either side of him. He does not move an inch or a centimeter. You question if you made him uncomfortable in any way, but surely if he was uncomfortable he would refuse to sit there in the first place, right?

"You've been protecting me so well, Ren," you say, breathing in his scent from this close is such a dream come true, "Thanks for agreeing to protect me now, too." You're very deliberate.

"I- hm," he stutters, "Yeah, sure..." and you can tell he is blushing because of how warm he suddenly feels, good.

The movie starts playing, it's not one you've seen before, but you're not really seeing it now either, you're more focused on Ren and how close he is. When something scary happens on screen you make sure to let out a little sound and bury your face in his shoulder, grabbing the edge of his shirt. He huffs when you do, growing more and more stiff.

You play with his fingers, having placed your hand over his a few minutes ago, you raise and drop them slightly, tapping his knuckles gently.

"A-re you like this with everyone?" he asks, his voice croaked behind a dry throat.

You hum, "No, not really." you respond, "I'm not a very touchy person."

Ren is frozen, and yet so, so hot. You dobut that he is paying the movie any more attention than you are, and so you continue teasing him with your honesty, "You're just so cute, it makes me wanna touch you all over."

You giggle when you notice the tent in his pants, your hand smooths over to his thigh with a non-verbal question, but he is still adamant on not taking a hint, so you follow it with a verbal question, "Do you want me to?"

He jolts, you can see his dick twitch too, so you give his neck a quick peck, still awaiting a verbal confirmation that you are not crossing any boundaries. Ren mummbles incoherently until you finally hear a despeate "Please."

You pause the film and turn all your attention to him, making a show of slowly dipping your hand into his pants.

When your closed palm ghosts his tip through his boxers, he moans so loud you can't help but coo at him and tell him he's so adorable, almost teasingly. You palm him a bit, judging his reactions.

"You're so hard, Ren." you comment, helping him raise his hips so you can wiggle his pants all the way down and finally release him out of his boxers when his heavy breathes turn into gasps. You release him from the layers of fabric and tentatively pull his dick.

"Ah- Fuck!" he moans when you stroke him for the first time, bucking his hips uncontrollably.

You still his hips with your other hand, stroking him up and down with a slow, gentle pace. You kiss your way up his neck, reaching the edge of his jaw and causing him to whimper and stutter out something you can't understand. Your hand stops at his tip, circling your thumb around it while slowly using your wrist to apply pressure to the edge of his length. Your other hand slides up his loose shirt, finding one of his nipples and giving it a similar treatment.

When his moans grow too loud, you go back to stroking him, faster. He jitters in your hold, his arms spasaming and struggling to grab onto anything that could stabalize him, his hips fuck into your hand, as his head droops to the side with his mouth agape, letting out breathy moans and the occasional "f-fuck".

"You're so cute, Ren" You giggle between kisses to his neck, your eyes focused on the way his dick twitches with variations of your movements, and more so, how it twitches at your praise, "You're doing so good for me, baby."

He cums on the spot, unable to hold himself back anymore. You stare wide-eyed at the scene, watching him come undone on your hand, from your words, you're the first person to see this. To see how pretty he looks with his dark green hair sticking to his forehead and his eyes wide with pleasure, to hear how pretty he sounds when he's unable to form sentences and yet so vocal with his moans, you can't help but chuckle.

You let him calm down for a second, before he begins apologizing for cumming so quickly, and you reassure him that it's fine, that you find it hot actually. And then he turns to face you -- you're a wreck too, make no mistake: you're wet beyond belief, and your expression is so dazed you might as well have been in his place.

Ren looks at you with his best confidence, "C-can I fuck you?"

Is that even a question? "Yes."

You help him take off your shirt and undo your bra, and let him push you onto your back, as he hovers over you with fake confidence, you let him fake it, let him pretend to be brave in this situation, you want to make him feel confident. And so, when he first swipes his dick over your enterance, you both gasp at the same time. Him, because it feels unreal, and you, because you want him to stroke his ego.

Your hand lowers to help him slide it in, and then to stroke his shaken legs for reassurance, "It's okay Ren, I want you." saying it also helps, though.

"You- You're so hot." he confesses, "I- Want you to make you feel good - Ohh, fu-" once he's fully in, and your warmth tighten around him, he cuts himself off with a whimper, his head falling onto your shoulder as he collapses over you.

"It's alright, baby," you stroke his back now, shushing him, "take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"Gah-" he groans, "I'm so pathetic." hiding his face in your shoulder.

You chuckle, drawing circles on his back, "You're not, I'm happy I'm making you feel good."

"mhm." he nods, "'t feels good."

The two of you stay there for a while, allowing him a moment to catch his breath and regain a semblance of cotrol over himself. He raises himself onto his palms slightly, hovering above you so close that your noses are touching -- you break the distance and kiss him. It's sweet, intoxicating, a bit shy. Your hands wrap around his back and pull him closer, and he deepens the kiss by tilting his head to the side, allowing you more control over it as he starts bucking into you.

His movements are imprecise, under-defined, and yet his dick hits your sensitive spots with just the right amount of force. You moan his name out, quietly, in his ear, so that only he hears it, and he is fast to moan and beg for nothing in particular in response, "Please, please, please - fuck!"

You wrap your legs around him, and he moves lower to fuck into you with appropriate desperation, "So good- fuc- feels so good." his eyes fill with tears. You praise him, edge him on, tell him he's doing well, that he's so pretty, that you wanted to fuck him for so long at this point, that you want him, need him.

Ren's moans are choopy, and his thrusts become shallow. The sight of his fucked out expression is enough to drive you closer to the edge, and when he releases into you with a loud whimper, he continues to thrust into you without a way to stop himself; overstimulated and unthinking, you feel that edge crash over you and cum around him with a happy moan.

Both of you breath heavy, clearing your thoughts, you lay your head on Ren's chest, staring at nothing in particular, with your hand playing with his fingers again. You don't want him to feel used, or worse; to question your motives in entering into this situation to begin with. So you make sure to stay here, by his side, so that you can reassure him when he eventually asks you if you're sure you meant to do that with him of all people.

You tell him that you like him, and that you very much did mean it: you weren't lying when you said you had planned on it for a while. And he confesses, "The, hm, reason I wanted you to stop paying me is cause I just like hanging out with you, I- wanted you to think of me as a friend, not as a-"

"I don't think of you as a friend," you chuckle, but it makes the air of vulnurability around him dwindle, so you are quick to narrow your eyes and explain, "I like you, you idiot."

"Why'd you say it like that then?" he laughs, "annoying." flicking a stray hair off of your forehead.

You roll your eyes at him, giving his finger a quick kiss.

"Ren?" Haru's voice echoes through the door, "Is that the honour student?"

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ren smut scheduled for later tonight :)))))))))))

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Ren smut and then Rui smut (requested) coming in soon :3 and I WILL DO YURI SMUT TOO BECAUSE HE IS URGH

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Hiiiii :3, I want to say first of all you WRITE BEAUTIFULLY WTF, I KISS YOUR HANDS FOR CREATING SOMETHING AMAZING. The HC's of Jiro???? THE OS????? Bruh, I love you, I fucking love you.

So, if you don't mind... Could you make out of the same Affection HC's with Yuri??? 🥺💕 Do it and I'll give you my soul and fidelity for the rest of my life, thankyou.

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AAAAAAAAA yooooo thank you so much 🍄anon! I'm so glad you liked it xD!! also can i just say; you sound like a fun guy (sorry i have chronic "needs to make a pun" syndrome)

Yuri is such a loser (affectionate), I love him so much :( so...

♫Yuri Isami Affection Headcanons♫

♬Synopsis: how does Yuri Isami show and receive affection? Is it true that he likes being called 'sweet'? find out here :3

♬Tags: Yuri Isami, kind of romantic but not inherently, MC with no description, cringe :3, fluff, a bit suggestive for one second, hehehe

♬Notes: I formatted this the same as the Jiro ones, lemme know if you want more characters :3 I'll eventually make like a masterlist thing if we have more than 4 lolol

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Yuri Isami has a bit of a reputation around campus... Sure, pretty much everyone knows he's really smart and that he's already published a bunch of academic papers before he even graduated, but he also gets bullied, a lot, for being kind of an oddball, so when it comes to affection, he is a bit cautious... So that no one thinks he's distracted or anything, not because he gets bullied.

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He has a modus operandi that is extremly obvious in canon with other things, so I assume it carries out to him showing affection... THIS MAN IS A TSUNDARE.

Alright, so, the very fact he has allowed you to be around him in the first place is a privilege that you should cherish and be thankful for, ignore the fact that he was the one who demanded your company.

When he wants to show affection he begins by finding a way to make you give him affection and then acts like he's doing you a massive favour that you literally begged him for.

In his head, he did that very confidently and slyly, and you can never pick up on it; he tricked you!

In reality he is a stuttering, blushing mess and asked for whatever it was while fidgeting with his hands and looking away -- you'd be evil not to agree ngl

He thinks he's confident with everything else when it comes to affection; in his head he's like "ha-ah! I had embraced MC with a great passion!" and in reality he is shaking and about to cry because the hug is comfortable and you're so close to him.

His favourite form of affection is letting you sit around him while he works, so long as you're not bothering him.

He will text you to come over urgently for a really important thing and then blank realizing he has nothing real to ask you to do, so he'll tell you to sit somewhere and then proceed to stare at you every once in a while as he works lolol, you can tell he's looking at you because he's suddenly sweating a bit and he always clears his throat.

Once more, in his own head he's like "MC has not noticed, in fact, MC is staring at me"

He LOVES holding hands, but is the kind to do it as a designated activity, ie. he would grab your hand, and then stand there holding it for a few minutes, growing more and more sweaty and red, and then he'll be like "Yes, that is sufficent" and let it go lmfao.

When he gets more comfortable and realize you're not going to bully him, his favourite physical affection will transition to hugging.

To him it's sudden, unplanned hugs, but to you, Yuri is approaching slowly with shaken arms and then very cautiously holds you against him for a bit.

He's really sweet, like really really sweet, but he's gone through a lot of mean name calling and dishonest interactions with people, so it takes him a while to feel safe.

Yuri isn't the best at figuring out his own signals, like he feels as though he wants to hug you, but doesn't realize it's because he's sad or anxious, so when you do hug, he suddenly crumbles :((

His highest form of affection is allowing you to see him cry.

Beyond the physical aspect of affection, which as I established, he's a bit slow with, Yuri shows most of his affection from a safe distance using his words.

"Your attire suits you well!" or "You're a competent helper!"

He has enough confidence to say things that are a bit impersonal, but when he gets more comfortable these become, "I enjoy your company" and "You look good" But those are stuttered while he looks away.

Hear me out; hand kisses. IT'S SAFE ENOUGH, so he can do it quite well. He'll grab your hand and slowly raise it to his face, giving you a gentle, barely noticeable kiss on your knuckles, and then look up at you hoping you get the hint and do something further.

That's his way to initiate more contact, he'll do it, and then when you don't move away or call him gross or anything awful like that (because of course you won't), he'll start kissing up your arm until he reaches your face and stops there for even more confirmation that you're alright with it. If you pull him in and kiss him on the lips he will fidget for a second and then kiss you back really intensely.

Guess what? he will still act like you're the one that seduced him into it, of course you did, asdjasskdafhadf

He wants to be affectionate, but it takes him a while to get there, so please be nice to him, but also be patient with the poor guy, he's trying.

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Because of what we've established, Yuri needs you to be more straight-forward with him. Trust he loves everything you do, but he will attempt to push you away at every single turn.

He loves when you show up for him:

Come to the lab and put a jacket over his shoulders, massage his shoulders a little bit, sit beside him quietly and let him put his head on your shoulder, caress his head a bit.

If he falls asleep you better let him sleep and not move, also you're lucky because that's him lowering his guard to the extreme.

He looks so cute when he sleeps, you just wanna kiss his forehead and play with his hair gently, he's literally so so cute.

TELL HIM WHEN HE WAKES UP.

Okay look, praise the f out of this guy.

"You're so sweet, Yuri." , "You've done so well today." , "You're so smart" , "So pretty" , "Good job"

Especially if you give him a quick peck on the head after you say it, or like wrap your hands around him. Depending on his mood that day he might be on the verge of tears, but he'll always mummble a little "okay..." or something and melt into you.

Yuri not only loves praise, he really needs it, so on days he feels better; as I said, he's a tsundare so he'll be like "of course I am" or "ah! your praise will get you nowhere.... good try though." but he's invented a new shade of red in the meantime and is avoiding your gaze.

LOVES when you text him that you miss him or ask when you can come visit, because it saves him time making up a reason, and also he can use it against you because you're the one who begged him to visit.

For proper kisses, you need to give him a clear, verbal warning, otherwise he freaks out and goes "wHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he likes being prepared for it so he can hype himself up mentally before it happens.

You know how I mentioned he'll kiss up your arm? yeah, the little hand kiss he does is how you know he wants more of you, if you cut to the chase and immediately pull him in for a kiss, he'll be soooo happy, because you really really need him, don't you?

Anything that boosts his ego, truly his ego is a front, he's not confident at all, so if you make him feel like he is confident, he will be really pleased.

Pepper. him. with. kisses. he will giggle at this by the way, and he will like it.

Hold his hand, smooth your fingers over his.

Will die if you call him "my", like, he is yours, but you don't have to mention it, it's too much for him to handle :(

"Aww my sweet baby" and he's jumping so high he shoots through the ceiling and then starts walking in circles until you grab him and hug him tightly.

Y'know what you should do? Tell him he's the best and that people who speak badly about him are all losers, make sure everyone sees you hold him, praise him behind his back (he can still hear you and you know this) when defending him in front of other people, deliberately make sure Jin knows you like Yuri, really rub it in his face too lmfao

Basically he is baby.

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┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ Picking Favourites°︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

☆Synopsis: (Off-screen) The Ghouls have grown frustrated attempting to figure out who your favourite is among them. You have been repeating the same thing: "I don't pick favourites", but do you actually?

AKA: Jiro Kirisaki, your closest friend among the Ghouls, has been acting a bit strange lately, despite this, he has remained the only Ghoul not to ask you who your favourite is, does he know?

☆Tags? Jiro Kirisaki x Reader, lots of pining, MC refered to as 'girl' and 'she', no physical descriptions but MC is shorter than Jiro, Kaito is hella jealous (I always imagine that he's extra jealous if MC likes Jiro), Lucas is there too, physical affection, fluff, suggestive but not directly, you and Jiro share a bed, Haru mention, Ed mention, Rui mention, this kinda builds on my Jiro affection headcanons post, a bit unedited because yes, potential for part two :)

☆Notes: this might be a part one if I feel like writing more of this, I am also not opposed to making smut within this same scenario if you'd like me to, this is a bit all over the place ngl, atm since my blog is new I am doing non-smut stuff first... CAN YOU GUYS TELL I LIKE JIRO????

Part 2 here:

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Pale morning light gently touches your eyelids, having entered your currently messy dorm room through the beautiful window overhead. You blink awake the day. Everything is warm. It had been a long week, this feels nice, relaxing.

The scent of wood faintly radiates off the floor planks, having been warmed by the very sunlight that had woken you up. Your blanket has been warmed by the comfort of a much needed night's sleep; the likes of which you have not felt for a long time. Your body itself is encompassed with another kind of warmth: it is heavy upon your limbs. Your eyes go wide at once when you realize how such warmth came to surround you: a pair of large arms hold you in place from behind, one is drapped over your own arm, and the other holds your waist with a loose grip that proves to be enough to keep you from wiggling away. The figure's long legs are adjacent to yours, and its head is buried into the crook of your neck, leaving a warm spot where quiet breathes slowly feather air onto your skin. At what point of the night has he gotten this close?

When Jiro first suggested he sleeps over before Anomalous Combat class he had pitched the idea as a non-intrusive way to "increase effeciency", this makes sense, of course, because the class happens to be relatively early in the morning, in a location that is quite close to your dorm room, and he was already walking you to it every week with no exceptions. So clearly if he slept over in your dorm the night before, he wouldn't need to wake up so early to make it in time, and could just go straight to class with you. Right?

What he failed to mention is that this would entail holding you against him so tightly, he specifically said he sleeps very still and would keep to his designated side of the bed, after all, you insisted he slept on the bed. You're unsure if you should push his arms away and fall to the floor coughing in shock, or if you should enjoy the fleeting time you have been blessed with to be this close to him. He's so warm, and his hands are so soft against you... it would be really difficult to push him away too, he's so strong, you wouldn't want to wake him up so suddenly, he barely gets to sleep for this long. So you just take it all in: the way his soft hair presses against your bare skin through a small gap in your pajama shirt, the way his fingers flutter ever-so-gently against you, how his chest rises and falls against your back; you're so aware of every slight movement he makes, and can tell that he is about to wake up and take it all away from you, but nothing prepares you for the manner at which he wakes.

"G'morning..." the edges of Jiro's lips brush against your neck when he speaks, his voice rough and deeper than usual, causing your entire body to shiver at once as your hands clasp around nothing and your face heats up.

He can tell, he always can, so he giggles, making sure to press even further into you when he does, so that his lips are directly against your skin and the sound echoes through your entire system and leaves a mark in your heart.

"G-Good morning" you respond, as best as you can.

Jiro doesn't falter, nor does he take his hands away from you. In fact, he tightens his hold, directly inhaling your scent in a manner that is both sharp and obvious as he shifts so that his torso and your torso are folded together, digs his fingers into your waist, and chuckles into your neck again. Your mind reassures you that he's simply moving around in a sleepy state, he's just woken up, he can't tell what he's doing, nor can he tell that he is pressing against you. You flinch, shocked. You're just friends, this is a natural thing men go through, he's not doing it on purpose. But he's not moving away, has he not noticed?

He shifts again, ever so slightly, and you feel his length through the thick layers of fabric that seperate you. It is echoing through your core and you cough, using all the strength you can master to open his hands up like a door and to step through it, away from the bed, muttering about how you're going to be late for class if you don't make haste to get ready or whatever and stuff.

The fucker has the audacity to smile up at you, telling you to go get ready first and turning around to lay on his back like he owns the place.

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You lock yourself in the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water, but it remains ever as hot, and no amount of cold water cools it down, it seems.

You week has been so difficult. You have been dragged to here and there, told to do this and that, and all under the guise of the same motive: so that those who had requested your "help" could batter you with the same question, over and over and over again.

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"I'm so your favourite." Haru elbowed your side as you arose from picking a stray cup off the ground. He had requested your assistance with feeding the anomolous animals that day, and at that point you had spent what had to be at least three hours running around Jabberwock with various bags of dry food.

"I don't pick favourites." you told Haru the same thing you have been telling everyone, and watched his bright smile dwindle down into a forced frown.

"C'mon," He urged, grabbing your sides and shaking you ever so slightly, "There has to be someone?" his tone was questioning, but it was definetly a statement.

"I love you all equally." you insisted.

The same exact situation, perhaps with different levels of intensity, kept repeating itself, buried under layers of forced labour and endless tasks.

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Of course you have a favourite, and it's obvious too. You've slept in the same room as some of the other Ghouls while on a mission before, but you can't imagine letting anyone other than Jiro sleep in your actual dorm, let alone in the same bed as you. He makes you feel safe, more so than anyone else you've come to know, and he's always there for you, no matter what you need him for.

Hell, even the fact that he's here now, in the other room, is proof of how he is there for you: he's been kind enough to walk with you to class every week with no fail, and suggested to sleep over just to make it easier to do that, it's not his fault he's so tired all the time, you wouldn't want to make him walk over here so early in the morning, and Yuri barely lets him sleep. This is a nice thing for him, you went and made it weird with your heated face and suggestive thoughts.

You feel the ache in your muscles, and the dread you've felt all week begins to climb up your body again: yet another day of being asked to pick favourites. You wish they just let it go already. It's worse now, too because even worse than the ache in your muscles is the ache in your chest, your face is still hot, seemingly having spread to the rest of your body with an unstopable force of awareness from what had transpired earlier.

Nothing happened.

You reassure yourself, but in all honestly, you are kind of mad at yourself that nothing happened. You shouldn't be.

So you just sigh and do your best to brush your hair into a ponytail, accidently touching along the spot on your neck where his lips linger. Taking off your pajama to replace it with a tracksuit is making you imagine his hands running over your skin, and even brushing your teeth is difficult, because you can't help but think of something else that could have been in your mouth if you were stupid enough to stay. This is not normal, he's your friend, you should be ashamed of yourself... so you cover your face with your hands and let out a, very quiet, groan of annoyance.

When you leave the bathroom, you are greeted with the sight of your friend Jiro sitting on the edge of your bed, shirtless. Searching his duffle bag for the upper components of his tracksuit. He sits up when he hears you approach, leaning into his arms and nonchalantly displaying his toned body, talking casually.

"This is the best sleep I've had in a while," he confesses, "Maybe you affect my sleep like you do my eating and drinking," he nods, "curious."

"Maybe." You respond, averting your gaze. Well, if you help his sleep-deprived self sleep better, then it justifies everything, right? Allowing him to sleep over again would be a good thing, you're literally just helping your friend, "Glad I could be of help..."

He chuckles again, and continues searching for the missing part of his tracksuit, "I apologize if I got a bit handsy in my sleep."

Oh, so he does know, you still can't look at him, but you do your best to mummble a "no, no it's alright," finished with an uncomfortable laugh.

Eventually, after Jiro gets fully dressed, and you pack all your needed equipment for the day, both of you grab your respective bags and make way towards class.

You sure did sleep kind of late today; you might be frustrated but at least you're refreshed, and if anyone asks you annoying questions, you would at least have more energy to deflect them.

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Kaito and Luca have already started stretching in the enclosed field, even before Professor Moby showed up, and they are quick to greet Jiro and you. The two of you drop your bags on the corner of a bench they had already claimed, making it a neat pile of four bags. You bury your hands in your pockets and huddle into yourself from the chilled wind that rams itself into you, and when you are close enough to Kaito and Luca, and are just about to ask them how they're doing and carry on as usual, Jiro suddenly blurts a "I think I left my water bottle in your dorm."

You turn rigid, turning around like a plank of wood to face him, as Luca smiles in confusion and Kaito's face turns a shade of red you've only ever seen on tomatoes before.

"He- He? What?!" Kaito screechs, "Wh-Why would he leave something at your place?" he sweats with every word, unsure if he's afraid, jealous, or purely confused.

Before you can form any part of a sentence, Jiro answers with his signiture unbothered monotone, but his words no-doubt carefully selected, "We slept together."

"You what?!" Kaito's voice comes out higher than a dog-whistle at this point.

Your face is hot again, but you do your best to calm the situation, "What he means to say is that he slept over."

"Yeah, sorry." Jiro agrees, scratching the back of his neck.

"St-still! He's a guy! Why would you let a guy sleep over in your dorm? You're a girl! Why him and not me?" Kaito mummbles incoherently, you can barely make out what he's saying, but honestly, you can't be bothered to try.

Truth be told, even if Jiro meant to say it in a way that would come across as suggestive, you don't like the idea of Kaito implying you're incapable of making decisions like these purely because you're a girl. "He's my friend, Kaito, I know what I'm doing."

Jiro hums.

"But still! he- the - hm? you? What if the-" Kaito tries to prove a point, you have no idea what that point is.

Regardless, Mobi shows up and class promptly begins.

You join in on as much as you can: doing the never-ending warm up, dodging projectiles Mobi hurls at you, and even a small part of the standard practice; cheering Luca on as he takes fiercly battles a scary piece of cardboard.

When you can't go on, not because you can't, but because there's nothing you can do, you take a sit on the bench and watch your three friends struggle against an ongrowing array of moving targets. Jiro looks so handsome slashing through things with his massive chainsaw, it's such a cool weapon in your opinion and the way that he manouvers it just serves to highlight how strong he is, you bet he could pick you up just as easily and-

Friend.

You clear your throat and continue to watch, trying to focus on Kaito instead, but it is very difficult to not look at Jiro, they're standing close together so you can always pretend to be looking elsewhere, and you are not checking out his sweaty form and how good his muscles look under the warm sun, or how his pale skin almost glistens, he looks so focused with his sharp red eyes staring ahead and his movements following such clear pathways to perfectly attack anything coming his way. Urgh.

Your phone pings, "Grandpa Ed💜", good, a distraction.

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"Dear MC😃, I hear👂that Rui and company👬are trying to figure out who your 💖favourite💖 Ghoul🧟 is?💭 Is it me?💭"

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Seems you can't escape even when you're not physically there... You respond back to Ed with the same old answer, and he responds with a sad emoji. At least this did distract you enough for class to end.

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You all make your way to the changing room, yes, changing room singular. Darkwick's lack of diversity in Ghouls has led to the men's changing room being the only opperational one, but you had grown accustomed to changing into your uniform in a shower booth and waiting for your friends to finish getting dressed before you step out. It's just your friends, so it isn't that big of a deal.

You are quick to change into your uniform and just as quick to exit back into the main room: Kaito searches for something in his bag, Luca is drinking water in the corner, and Jiro is slumped over a bench with his back to the lockers, head drooping to the side, his uniform shirt unbuttoned, and his expression sickly.

"Jiro-Kun?" you ask, rushing over, "Are you alright?" You sit beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He turns to look at you, and so does Kaito, and weakly responds "Could you please help me get dressed?"

You nod with a concerned smile, "of course."

With a careful hand you begin to button up his shirt from the bottom to the top, it takes a bit of a struggle given the awkward to manouver position he is sitting in, and also the general proximity between you two, but you do your best because your friend needs your help.

He groans in pain at nothing, and you silently coo at him, forgetting the fact that you're not alone in the room. As you reach the top button of his shirt, he grabs your wrist suddenly, keeping you there. his hand shakes slightly with a weakness and you smile gently at him, keeping your hand where he holds it and reaching out with your other hand to your open bag, grabbing your water bottle and lifting it up to him like a wounded animal. You help him tilt the bottle, now with both hands, and he takes a few slow sips from it, careful to not attempt too much at once, some of it drips down his chin and onto his neck: you wipe it off with the corner of your blazer and smile at him.

You ask, "Do you need me to take you back to Mortkranken?"

"I think I'll be alright," he reassures you, placing his hand on top of yours again and carefully smoothing his finger along your knuckles, "Thanks for helping me."

"What are you doing?" Kaito jolts, "You- You're, I-"

Oh you, there are other people in the room.

Luca cuts in, trying to make use of his brilliant social awareness, "Is Jiro your favourite Ghoul?"

"What? Of course he isn't! It's a- I- the-" Kaito answers for you, once again red and sweating.

You look at Jiro, hoping to finally judge his reaction on the matter. After all, he has remained the sole Ghoul to not ask you that question even once. His face remains blank and hard to read, nice.

"I don't pick favourites." You respond, smiling up at Luca and Kaito, your hand is very much still being held by Jiro.

"But if you had to choose?" Kaito questions you with a cocked eyebrow, fists clenched and knuckles spasaming.

Jiro stares at you, expression still a mystery, and you clear your throat with diplomacy, "I love you all equally."

You do your best here, because not doing your best here might accidently start a sequel to the infamous clash, and you do not want to be caught in the middle of that. Similar to how all Ghouls have reacted to the same line you had been reciting all week, two of the three Ghouls in the changing room give you a slight pout and a disappointed sigh, the third, though, is smiling very faintly; the kind of faint smile he does where only someone who has stared at his face for as long as you have could tell apart from his usual expression. This is preplaxing you, because why would he be smiling at this?

"I changed my mind," he coughs suddenly, "I think I need you to take me to Mortkranken."

You give Jiro's head a slight pat, help him up until he is standing straight and towering over you, and greet your two friends goodbye as you make your way out of the room, leaving them confused and cringed out of their heads.

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The two of you walk side by side in comfortable silence. This silence always falls between you, and you enjoy it, because it's a rare occurance for you nowadays to get any kind of silence, let alone a comfortable one that is accompanied by a friendly, cozy, aura.

"So," he breaks it, observing you from the corner of his red eyes.

You fidget slightly, but turn your head to look at him nonetheless, he carries the same smile from earlier, looking ever as bright and not at all sick.

"Why is everyone so keen on figuring out who your favourite Ghoul is?" Jiro's tone is coy, unsure, and still somehow knowing in a way you can't place yet.

"I wish I knew," you respond candidly, "I don't know why it matters that much."

He nods, "Do you even have a favourite to begin with?"

Your face heats up for the nth time today, and you fumble to formulate a response that doesn't give it away, ending on a really unfortunate, "No?" which sounds unconfident and forced.

He laughs at you. Really laughs, like he always does when you witness something scary; screaming and huddling to his side. He laughs and places a hand on your hair, ruffling it, mimicing the way you always do the same to him, and then his eyes close from the force of his laughter, and he confirms, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" You ask, letting him slide his hand from your hair down to your shoulders, you know what he had figured out, but you don't want to say it just to retain the benefit of the doubt.

"I'm your favourite." he chuckles.

With a sigh, you nuzzle into his side as the two of you continue to walk, "Yeah."

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A/N: YEEEE HAWW lemme know if you want a part two bbgirls, sorry for the lack of editing I have to work my adult job of editing lmao

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Mind if I ask dating headcannons for poly KaitoxMcxLuca-

Hello :3 sure! thanks for the request!

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➳Synopsis: headcanon format for what it would be like to date these two goofy goobers at the same time :3

➳Tags? Non-gendered MC, purely fluff, Kaito slander (slight lol)

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Ok look, this relationship can go one of two ways:

1. You are a decisive person and are able to make all of the decisions

2. Three idiots standing in a triangle formation with no clue what is going on

Both of them are so "..." coded in different ways: Kaito overthinks everything and can barely function in a two-person relationship, so let alone a three person one, and Lucas might be romantic and all but he is prone to just stand there with a bright smile and wait for things to happen.

So it's up to you to make the decisions like when dates are happening, what the dates even are, when you guys hold hands, etc, etc.

Kaito likes to stand be the middle person, ie. you and Lucas hold his hand from either side, or sit between you in the movies or on a bench, etc. He also has moments of randomly remembering he's in a relationship with both of you and going a bit crazy for a second, perhaps crying, perhaps just suddenly going red and shy lol

Lucas, as I mentioned, is a romantic guy, he'll constantly reassure both you and Kaito that he loves you both and that he will protect you, and he is also the type to get you both small gifts whenever he can

Speaking of gifts, if you give them a gift you have to give them both the same thing otherwise Kaito gets a bit unconfident and starts freaking out and overthinking if it means anything that you gave Lucas something different than him -- ie. if you like Lucas more than you like him etc.

While Kaito takes a lot of reassurance, he will eventually (hopefully) be confident enough to fully enjoy the relationship and all it has to offer.

The dynamic is still very much the same as the three of you as friends, which is comforting and quite fun, but now with chronic hand-holding that you seemingly have no idea how to step out of, like imagine running away from something and you have to go different ways but you forgot you're holding hands and end up all stumbling onto the ground lmfaooo

Apart from handholding you will be susceptible to the Cuddle Pile (tm), and really awkward kissing because again, they both like being a part of things so kisses, hugs, and general affection has to be evenly distributed.

Lucas and his romantic behaviours involve wanting to feed his S/O so this dude is out here not eating his food and instead using each hand to feed you and Kaito respectively.

Also he will 100% attempt to carry both you and Kaito at the same time at least once, he will succeed but it will be very funny looking, like one person per arm with a strained expression kind of funny looking.

On the topic of funny, you guys laugh a lot, like a lot a lot, to the point where professors start asking you to sit seperately, and if that's the case you're definetly getting "I miss you :(" texts from both of them even though they're literally just right behind you

Oh and they're both fucking clingy, so if you're also clingy good job, you are quite literally all glued together now, oopsie

They're definetly a nice, easy-going polyamorous dynamic to be a part of.

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Bro out here starting a blog only to immediately write Ren smut, i'm bro.

(Ren smut coming soon stay tuned renfuckers)

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How it feels like clocking out of your job as a writer to warm up for your other job as a writer by writing on your new writing blog:

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Oh i like all of central, snow and white, and mitile! Huuuge northfam enthusiast too.

I unfortunately never watched the stageplays but they always look like so much fun whenever i come across the occasional clip

Do you already have fic ideas to write? I also write fics for mhyk so i was very excited to see someone new skdhfk, welcome <3 i hope you have fun here!

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Yooooo epic!

The stage plays are really cool, but yes they are so hard to access :( lolol

Also yes! I do have some fic ideas, I am planning to write a Murr x Reader x Shylock thingy at some point, some general headcanons which I am already working on, and a Rutile x reader thing :) I'm also open for requests if you have any cool idea hehehe

And thank you so much for your kindness heheh i'm so excited to post my first mahoyaku fics :3

(at the moment I have a few posts written out/planned but am trying to be patient and not bulk upload lolol)

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HI. SO. I adore your jiro hcs. Would love a smut version in the future but rn, imagine him with an orange cat type of partner. Like absolute YAPPER while wrapped around him and all he has to do to get them to be quiet is a gentle kiss to the forehead. I would adore some hcs of that

HEHEHEHEHE YOOOO! I'm glad you liked it! I'll make sure to make a smut continuation later on, I'm actually already working on it and also another longer Jiro fic 😎, as per the yapper headcanons 👀 here you go anon hehe:

☾ ⋆*･ﾟJiro Kirisaki with an excitable yapper MC :⋆*･ﾟ

I feel like he's such a great listener lololol

For many reasons too: First of all, he likes you, therefor he likes listening to you, second; he finds it easier to have conversations that revolve around sharing information (more on this later), and third; he's literally the safest Ghoul to talk to, he would never ever tell anyone anything you've confessed to him.

While listening, he acts differently depending on what kind of thing you're talking about: if you tell him about a subject you're interested in, he nods and asks you questions every one in a while, and will leave the conversation remembering a majority of what you told him...

He will randomly drop said information in conversations with Yuri, like "Hey did you know that this thing does that thing?" and Yuri will ask him why the fuck he knows that and who the fuck told him that lmfao

Doesn't care what your interests are, he is a curious person so whatever you end up talking about will most likely interest him

He reciprocates by telling you interesting medicine facts, which is often helpful for your anomolous biology class lol

ALSO Y'know how in the latest Mortkranken episode he said he has never been to a museum? if you took him to a museum and proceeded to yap about your interests in relation to the museum contents he'll be super happy and ask even more questions.

If he's hanging around your dorm and you start ranting about your day he will listen very intently, letting you speak for as long as you need and mostly responding with nods and occasional facial expression changes, and if it gets more intense he will most likely let you hold him for comfort.

If the thing you ranted about had to do with a Ghoul doing you wrong, Jiro will give whoever it was a really scary look the next time he sees him, but will never call him out on it or tell anyone why he did it lololol

I also feel like he's secretly into drama, like, he would never admit it, but he loves hearing you gossip or spill the tea about other Ghouls and the crap they got up to, if you're the kind of person to recount such things, he'll be there like "oh, really?"

As for shutting you up, listen, he is a tired guy, sometimes he just wants to sit quietly and enjoy your company... in those kinds of situations, he found that the best way to shut you up is to very gently kiss your temple: it always catches you off-guard and always makes you melt into his arms quietly.

If you're really the type of person to yap a lot, he's also potentially the type to kiss you on the lips in the heat of the moment when you get too excited about something or if he really needs to shut you up lmfao

I hope this relates to your request well enough hahaha

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Omg a mahoyaku fanfic writer hi hello! Who are your favorite wizards? How far have you read in mhyk already?

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Heya ❄️ anon!! :)

I am up to date with it, I also really like the adaptations of it, especially the stage plays (I love 2.5D stage plays in general hehe), with my second favourite being the manga.

As for my favourites: my fav is Lennox (I 100% have a type), and the close-seconds are Nero, Rutile, and Figaro, but also also I really love Murr, he's such a silly :)

Honestly, most of the characters are hella epic imo, pretty much anytime I interact with the story in any way I tend to come out with a different order of favourites lololol

Who are your favs? :3

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✩Jiro Kirisaki Affection Headcanons✩

✩Summary: How does Jiro show affection? and also how does he receive affection? well, I got the answers right here in headcanon format for you bbgirl

✩Notes: Fluff, not inherently romantic but yeah?, non-spesific gender or descriptor for the MC, headcanons lol, Jiro :))))

Please request a lot of Jiro stuff literally I will be so happy

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Most Darkwick students think of Jiro Kirisaki as an emotionless husk. That's if they even think of him in the first place, considering how most of them fear him too much to pass judgement on his character. However, Jiro is far from emotionless, and is actually quite the affectionate ghoul, he just shows it in his own unique way.

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The main way his affection is shown is through proximity: he will follow you around as much as he can, often standing very close behind or beside you, people will comment on it, but he will act as if he isn't doing anything out of the ordinary. Similarly, he will take any chance he gets to invite you places, or invite himself places you happen to be going to.

Jiro might seem apathetic but he's actually a lil' bastard: he does annoying thing on purpose in canon all the time, but its hidden well since he acts coy about it.

So long as you don't directly tell him you don't want him to basically be glued to you at all avalible chances, this dude will make sure you are spending nearly all hours of the day with him -- he will sit with you in class, watch you eat lunch, sit in your dorm room, take you to do tasks with him (see: his affinity level home-screen chat where he invites you to go pick flowers with him as per Yuri's request), offer to help you study in Mortkraken (the library is too loud).

Jiro is really into getting reactions out of you, purely because he thinks you're cute, hence he is the type to flustrate you on purpose to see you blush, and then act like he's not done anything.

For example, when standing behind you, he will randomly throw his arms over your shoulders, or if he's doing a health check on you he will lean wayyy too close to your face, in both cases he'll comment on your blushing and be like "Your heartbeat is really fast, are you alright?" as if he didn't want this to happen on purpose.

Eventually, if you are kind to him and try to ensure he gets enough sleep, he will start to find excuses to sleep in your dorm to increase the "effectiveness" of how long it takes him to get there for your morning health checks, he wouldn't need to walk so far if he's just there in the morning, right?

Speaking of health checks, he will do his absolute best to make sure you get way too many of them by raising the concern that Yuri and him have to monitor your health over the course of your missions, so expect him to come check you before, during, and after your missions.

If you're on a mission with him, he will also offer you to sleep in his room, because again, it's more effective than having to walk over to your dorm each morning to pick you up.

This will eventually turn to every night before the anomolous combat lessons -- you're in the same class, this is literally saving so much time for you to sleep in the same place.

Oh- and on sleep, this dude will 100% use the same excuse he does for eating or drinking alone and act like you sleeping next to him makes it easier for him to sleep all of a sudden, and so because you care for his health you gotta cuddle him to sleep too, right? you want him to get enough sleep don't you?

And more on him liking to flustrate you, he'll go shower when you stay over and return without a shirt, and if you blush, that's your fault, he was not doing this on purpose? like?

Do you also mind if he sleeps shirtless? it's kind of warm, and if you're squirming when he cuddles into you, literally not his fault, he was just warm.

He isn't the jealous type, but he is quite territorial, so he uses the same coyness when it comes to scaring away other people.

Look, he's literally next to you as much as he can and nearly always has his hands on you in some type of way, all it takes to scare other people away is for him to shoot them a barely noticeable glace and they're automatically getting the message that you're his.

Especially since he makes you take care of him a lot, there's most likely not a chance people haven't figured out something is going on.

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Speaking of the last point... Jiro has a thing for being taken care of. He will literally ask you to help him with everything he can justify: help him button his shirt up, help him drink water, eat food, stand up, sleep, anything. He's too weak and there's something about you that makes it easier to do those things...

Oh no! he's going to fall over -- help him stabalize by holding him up! he's not doing this just so you hold him or anything like that, he just really needs help because he's feeling unwell :(

That's one of the main ways he flirts, he acts coy about it but does it on purpose.

Even if you figure this out, play along with it and he will legit melt in your hand:

Ruffle his hair up and be like "awww poor Jiro-Kun" and all of a sudden he's feeling even more ill and needs to put his head on your thighs to rest :( You better keep playing with his hair though.

This one is hard to figure out, but he LOVES it if you greet him enthusiastically. He shows up out of the blue and is very hard to predict, other people would be scared to have him suddenly stand behind them, but if you're used to it and like it then turn around and give him a big hug, or even just smile at him and say his name.

I know I said he puts his hands on you a lot, but he's not that physically affectionate in the sense of like, he's most likely not going to move much when he does that, he does, however, want you to take it further.

It's like, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable so he gives you openers to initiate physical affection, and he's then very happy when or if you do.

So if you put a hand on his shoulder when giving him water, or grab his arms when he throws them over you, or even shuffle closer to him when he sits beside you, he'll be very happy.

When he sleeps over, he loves small acts of affection, like if you put a blanket over him, he will kind of smile in his sleep, which is very cute.

If you manage to slip into his arms when he's already asleep, he will smile even wider and grab you really firmly, he is asleep though so it's not like he was doing it on purpose.

Likes when you call him "cute", or insinuate he's your favourite, because 1. of course he is lol, 2. he might be really tall and big but in his heart he's just a little baby, treat him as such.

He likes if you are clearly not scared of him at all, in fact, he has a big thing for you standing out for him.

Like if someone comments on him always being around you and that being kind of weird, and you become protective and tell them Jiro makes you feel safe, and you like him behind around you all the time, he will stand there blankly but his heart will be doing flip-flops at a dangerous rate.

His favourite thing would be if you grabbed his hand afterwards and said "Let's go Jiro-Kun" and took him away with a pout, he'd be very close to fainting from how fast his heart was going at that point lmfao.