𝙠𝙞𝙠𝙖!!

muah!

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in the name of love i will punish you!! ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

❤︎ 𝕟𝕠𝕥-𝕤𝕠-𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝! 𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖!

-ˏˋ꒰ 𝕜𝕚𝕜𝕒 ˚. 𝕤𝕙𝕖/𝕙𝕖𝕣 ˚. 𝕓𝕝𝕜 ˚. 𝕖𝕟𝕗𝕡!! ꒱ 🎀 ˖˚˳⊹

❤︎ 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤: 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕!! ˎˊ˗

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞’𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚!

𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤’𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡!

❤︎ 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘…!!

mha ᯓ★

gachiakuta ᯓ★

jjkᯓ★

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 divider creds @pixopix

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i’m bored let’s do a new theme <3

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♡ crushing!august who can skip a whole mile from the energy boost he gets when you compliment his work. your words hold special meaning, and hearing his hard work go noticed by you only motivates him more!

♡ crushing!august who uses random excuses to spend time with you. asking you to tag along when he takes something to eishia, suddenly craving something at that new restaurant he saw, or offering to give you a free joyride on his motorcycle.

♡ crushing!august is downright horrible at hiding his obsession with you, though it’s not like he makes any effort to hide it. he’s even outright said it a few times without acknowledgment afterwards, much to your confusion.

♡ crushing!august who can turn just about any opportunity into a pick up line. some are extremely effective, while others tend to land not as hard.

”you know, this looks really good on you. but i bet ya would look even better in my arms!”

“huh?”

♡ crushing!august will always beeline to your bedside after you get injured on missions. he seldom brings any negative energy, instead using the moment to help take your mind off any pain and disappointment. any internal worry he has about you is instantly subsided when you manage to smile at his words.

♡ crushing!august who is personally offended when you insult yourself. joking is one thing, but seeing you genuinely talk down on yourself is an automatic ticket to hearing him ramble otherwise. your practically perfect in his eyes after all!

♡ crushing!august will probably officially ask you out one day, but he’s very much happy with the state you two are at now.

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arkha corvus wasn’t sneaky.

well, he probably was in most areas, the guy was a borderline stranger in the gist of things, but in this regard—

he couldn’t keep himself from glancing at your lips.

how enjoyably unprofessional it was to come into his office with half of your intent being to help, whether it’s assistance with paperwork or a cup of coffee. the other half simply indulging in your own personal reasons.

what better way to spend your afternoon than in the eyes of your handsome boss?

especially with that little habit of his, that was getting more and more prominent by the day. in the middle of conversation he’d maintain eye contact, until that brief moment comes when he glances down—just a simple second.

yet just enough to make you giddy, and chase that lovely feeling by purposefully stopping by when you happened to be dressed nicer than usual.

it worked like a charm. he’d compliment you ever so politely, keeping his stolen glances to himself as best as he could.

you can’t help but call attention to it, so you interrupt yourself while talking.

“are you, uh,” you gesture, enough for him to get the hint, “listening?”

he realizes instantly, eyes widening a little before clearing his throat.

“…yes, of course” he composes himself, “my apologies.”

when his usual smile returns you can’t tell if he’s embarrassed or finds this all amusing as well.

he’s strange in his own mysterious way, which only makes him perfect—at least through your eyes.

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“stop that.”

zanka was used to you coming to spend time with him in your downtime, your presence fitting perfectly in his room. the scene of you sprawled across whichever furniture you picked and talking to him about whatever was one etched in his mind.

but this was different. you’ve been very obviously staring at his face for quite some time now—head perched on your hands and smiling like he was the cutest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

which was false. he was not cute.

especially not when he was trying his best to keep himself composed under your gaze, rather than stumbling over himself while flustered.

“stop what?” you asked, but he was sure you knew damn well what you were doing.

“lookin’ at me like that. it’s distracting.”

“i can’t help it! you’ve got such pretty eyes.”

that did it.

“..pretty?”

“they’re so big and cute—“

you stopped mid sentence when you took notice to his tinted cheeks and—even better—the small smile sitting on his lips.

yeah, zanka couldn’t help the rush of joy he received from your compliments and affection. you picked parts of him he’s never noticed or liked, lifted them up and showered them with glory.

the part he could do without was the teasing, especially the drawn out “awwww” you let out at his bashful state.

he awkwardly angled his head away, shooing off your squeezes of his face and attempts to get him to look back at you.

he couldn’t handle all the affection in the moment, but your praises about his smile would be unable to leave his head for a long time.

damn you and your unexpected ways of getting to him!

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can’t believe i haven’t written for corvus yet,,,need to do that soon .ᐟ.ᐟ

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jabber’s found his home in your lap.

specifically, planted right in the middle, nose brushing against the fabric of your pants and adjusting to every little movement you make. all the while shaking his head at your protests for him to quit squirming.

in any moment he finds you sitting down, he crawls over to you already grinning with anticipation. sometimes you smile back, sometimes you roll your eyes, but always you welcome him in.

and it’s perfect that way! hearing you breathe out a “not again” when he’s coming your way makes it a hundred times better when his head ends up in your lap anyways. your space was his to share, as vice versa.

after a while he’ll turn and look up at you, admiring his view even as you reach down to cup his own face, fingers either circling his jaw or flicking at his features.

the look he gives you when you peer down is enough to make your heart flip. he’s so lost in the moment that his eyes express all types of devotion for you.

and if you have to go to the bathroom? he keeps you down as long as he can with his weight, giggling until you shove him off.

you believe clingy is an understatement.

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oh my gosh I love your fics your geniunly so talented stay happy and healthy 🩵

AHHH this made my day 🥹!! thank you so much sweet words like these really motivate me💗!

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you’re obsessed with gris’ arms—blatantly so.

it was no secret he’s an absolute wall of a man, any part of him being able to envelop you with ease. but your eyes always drifts down towards the impossible to ignore sight of his arms, so strong and so built.

even when he pulls you into a hug your mind can only focus on how sturdy and warm they are, the urge to ask him to hug you tighter almost always slipping out your mouth.

but they’re hardest to ignore when he’s driving, forearm even more distracting as he’s gripping the steering wheel, focused on the road—yet not too focused to disregard your obvious ogling.

that’s one of the best parts about it all! his reactions to your affection.

when you compliment him he bashfully grins, unsure at first how to respond until he returns the favor with a praise about you.

when you nuzzle into his bicep in public, he’s embarrassed, a tint slightly forming on his face as he reminds you others are around.

though he would never push you off, even in all your…expressive ways of showing appreciation to his physique.

one thing you recently discovered, they actually made pretty great pillows! sure, not in terms of softness, but who needs that when he carries body warmth for days.

so in your down moments, you’ll bury your face into the crook of his arm, nuzzling, kissing and taking in every inch of skin there.

even though he already knows, he asks.

“what are you doing?”

“mm, nothing” you close your eyes, head turning to the side, “squeeze your arms a little?”

with a sigh of amusement, he obliges, feeling your lips form a smile against his skin.

he finds himself also obsessed with your love for his arms.

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may i request follo x fellow cleaner reader who also sings? maybe reader is a bit shy about their hobby and hearing follo praise their voice catches them off guard... i love your writing 🙏

hellooo here you go! thanks for requesting!

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𓏲ּ𝄢 follo adores your voice, even more when he discovers your talent for singing┆request

there was a long checklist of things follo had come to love about you.

how sweet you were to him.

how you would always instantly acknowledge him every time you spotted him in the mornings.

the way you could always pull a laugh out of him.

how distractingly pretty you looked in your cleaner’s uniform.

the list went on and on, some things he preferred to keep to himself, though one thing for sure—

follo had always loved your voice.

in casual conversations, through the choker, or even hearing you laugh loudly from the other room, he had found a sense of softness in it.

but the one thing that would instantly have his head whipping around was your habit for singing. a habit he wasn’t even sure you knew about, counting up the times he’d catch you absentmindedly singing to yourself.

the first time he heard it was in the middle of the night. in a small snack crave he shuffled to the mess hall, stopping in his tracks when he heard noises. to be more specific, soft singing, which made him poke his head out in curiosity.

instantly he was captured by the scene, your soft singing blending against the quiet hum of pipes, shirt perfectly hanging off your shoulder, completely in your own world.

admittedly he stayed and gawked at you like a fish, feeling somewhat of a degenerate afterwards, but the sound wouldn’t leave his mind the rest of that night.

another thing he came to discover, was that it wasn’t just you didn’t know you had a tendency to sing, it was also that you were shy about it.

so when he caught you softly singing to yourself during a mission while on the sidelines, he speaks before thinking.

“uh—hey” he watches as you instantly stop, “you sound really nice.”

confusion at first, then a slight panic washes over your eyes.

“…what?”

“your singing? it sounds really pretty.”

when you darted your eyes away from him, hand clutching your jinki tighter, he began to slightly panic as well.

“did i say something wrong?!”

“no! it’s just…embarrassing.”

with his hands hovering awkwardly near your shoulder as if debating to grab them, he darts his eyes away too.

“but, thank you.”

and there it was again, that same sweet feeling returning to his stomach when he heard those words leave your mouth.

your voice had a killer effect on him in any situation, echoes of praises, laughs, songs, and hell even just you saying his name ringing in his head.

“y-yeah! no problem” he stumbles out, before gris snaps him out of his moment with you and calls him back to focus.

he could listen to you all day.

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♡headoverheels!follo who is constantly making fake scenarios with you. when he’s lying in bed at night he’s ideally playing out all the things he’d love to do with you, sleep always coming sweetly after. or from time to time when he sees a couple on the street he replaces the pair with the two of you instead.

♡headoverheels!follo who can’t leave off on a mission without a kiss. it’s like his own good luck charm, you never know what’s going to happen after all. he likes to take his time, but if in a rush he’ll run to you and get by with just a quick peck—but best believe he’ll want more when he returns!

♡headoverheels!follo who spots the engagement rings on display in the jewelry store and automatically thinks which one would look best on you. he’s no where near ready for marriage, but the simple thought was so lovely to daydream about.

♡headoverheels!follo who gets jealous embarrassingly easy! you’re spending way too much time with that other supporter who grins too much around you? he’s hovering near finding excuses to butt in the conversation, or staring from afar and clenching his jaw. he knows you’d never be disloyal to him, still the thought of you with another guy is enough to make him hurl.

♡headoverheels!follo who can’t function right when you’re mad at him. sleeping and eating refuses to come easy when all he’s worried about is you and the unsettling feeling in his stomach. he’s easily distracted, mind tracking off until the moment he’s all over you, profusely apologizing.

♡headoverheels!follo who gets overly frantic when you’re gone for too long. extended missions? staying out past the time you said you’d be back? he’s on the verge of pacing around until he hears your voice once again, soothing anxieties he couldn’t even process.

♡headoverheels!follo who gets a major confidence boost for days when you compliment him, smile even still lingering hours after. if you compliment his outfit he’ll definitely start rewearing it more, or if you say you like his hair he’ll slow down infront of a passing mirror to check it 

♡headoverheels!follo who still gets flustered over the tiniest of things. amateur pick up lines have him folding like they were crafted by shakespeare himself. and teasing him, especially while in public? he may be stumbling over his words then but he’ll do his best to get you back later.

♡headoverheels!follo who can never find the words to match his abundance of feelings for you. you’re so very special to him that sometimes he can’t believe you’re all his. but in the end a simple “i love you” will always do.

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I read your August story and absolutely adored it. It was so fluffy and cute ☹️

It mention reader clutching a stuffed animal which gave me a request idea. Do you think you could do August with a girlfriend who crochets? She does amigurumi (crocheting stuffed animals) and he sometimes sews her animals little outfits. He cant always be there to cuddle her but they can! And the fits will remind her of him!

hihi here you go!

sorry this took a bit i got hit with a crazyy writer’s block but i’m glad you enjoyed my august story!!

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❤︎ cuddle buddies! ❤︎

𓏲ּ𝄢 in which the only thing that can step close to august’s hugs are the animals you crochet┆ fem!reader ┆request

after missions, you had a tendency to just collapse as soon as you reached your room.

if you could, you’d conjure the extra energy to tread to august’s office and spare his scattered papers as pillows, but that’d never work out under his busy routine, or loud working habits.

it wasn’t all horrible. any place in your room was comfortable enough to fall on.

sometimes the floor. sometimes the cold, hard wood of your desk. sometimes against the just-shut door.

most of the time though, it’s on your bed, residence of your tiny army of animals. more specifically, your army of animals you’ve crocheted yourself, a hobby you’ve joyfully held onto for years.

you found yourself making them more often after you’ve joined the cleaners, as a way to kill time, break down stress, or simply just because.

and the best part? they were super stinkin’ cute!

warm and soft if you must add as well. a near-perfect substitute to nuzzle in whenever august couldn’t be there. it was slightly embarrassing how much you would pretend they were him, and the silly question arose if he would feel confronted by the affection you gave them.

that wasn’t the case at all. when he discovered it, he was struck down on the spot from the cuteness.

which made sense since the first time august saw the animals, he fanboyed. shaking your shoulders so infectiously it made you gush too.

he knew about them long before developing feelings for you, but when you started dating he found himself coming face to face with them even more, whether it be when you left one in his workspace or the times he hung around in your room—they were cute little jump scares that instantly made him think of you.

so in short time, something buzzed. he presented it to you head on, first thing when you woke up: a small tutu fit on one of the animals you left behind.

audibly, you gasped—he swore there were straight stars in your eyes.

“oh my gosh!!” you took it from his hands, taking in all of it’s glory, “this is so adorable!”

“right?” he grinned, ego scratched perfectly by your reaction.

the more you went on about it the more he realized something.

you loved it. so much so it actually caught him a little off guard. he always got a special kick out of seeing people’s praises and smiles to the things he made, but with you it might as well had been the best sight in the world.

there was only one way he knew of to keep bringing that face back: more little clothes.

he took advantage of any moment. a present on your pillow, a parting gift for your long missions—hell, even just on random urges, your animals stayed in rotation as his own special clients.

some strangely came back with his scent, one or two carried a long lost strand of hair, every so often one could look like him when half your mind was lost to sleep.

when he snuck in on you cuddling them like him one night, he never let it go. the image constantly on his mind constantly came out his mouth in light hearted teasing. sometimes he wished to catch you off guard like that again, chasing the rush of affection.

you on the other hand, always had a reminder of him nearby. scents, fabrics, or simply feelings that held his energy.

for certain, a damn near perfect substitute.

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❤︎ rengoku doesn’t know what to do when you hate your birthday cake ❤︎

𓏲ּ𝄢 modern!rengoku x reader ┆fluff ┆written as a small b-day piece for my super cutesy friend @yumstoup !!

kyojuro’s been counting down the days for weeks! it was your special day after all, and he wanted nothing more for you to feel like you were on top of the world.

with a few strong suggestions from you, he landed on a mini party with just the two of you, accompanied by gifts and most notably—

a small, round cake. topped with “happy birthday!” written in thick icing and a handful of candles.

when you came together in your apartment later in the evening, he had you waiting in your kitchen, his voice distant yet still loud as he came around the corner.

it was already in his hands, candles sparking as he came close to you and set it down on your counter.

“filled with love from me!” he exclaimed, gesturing toward it as a prized possession.

you giggled, smile unable to falter the entire time he sang you a theatrical happy birthday—such a sight to behold, taken from him as soon as he sliced a piece of the cake.

“oh.”

that face was…different. yes, your smile was still there, but instead of pure joy it was subsided with something else.

to add salt to the wound, when you went to take a small bite, your face read pure disgust, despite your best efforts to hide it.

…yikes!

“what’s the matter?” he asked.

“nothing it’s just—this is so nasty.”

was it too much icing? or maybe just the shop in its entirety? whatever the case, kyojoru would drop everything right now to go buy a new one.

“i apologize—“

“no! i appreciate your efforts—like, so much—but i’ve just always hated this flavor!”

you let the bitten piece clatter back onto the counter, your hands moving to wrap around his instead. warm, familiar.

he had other gifts for you, ones you asked for yourself and wanted for months. he could still make you the happiest person in the world, if only for today.

“it’s just cake. i don’t need it.”

after all, you now seemed just as happy as when he first walked in.

“it is just cake!” he raised your arm up, twirling you before lifting you onto the counter in one swift motion, “my love for you can’t be contained in a single cake!”

he playfully commanded you to wait right there, disappearing around the corner once again to obtain your gifts.

he’d opt for cupcakes the next time around.

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lowkey wanna change my blog name..