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Sweet lady

nina ☆ 8teen ☆ she/her ☆ french hobby: playing re4 and ff7 I love watching anime. My favorite one is aot, but my fav shojo is Maid-Sama.

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

— leon kennedy

a/n: just some drabbles bc I can’t sleep, wrote this with one closed eyes so srry for the bad grammar or anything else.

BEAUTIFUL

How the sunshine or moonlight caress your features.. Leon finds you gorgeous in this moment. He’ll gently hold your chin, smiling sweetly as he’ll murmur a “beautiful.”

BABY

Leon use this one mostly when he’s tired, exhausted from his job. He’ll wrap his arms around you, peppering kisses all over your skin as he’ll ask for cuddle.

“Come on..you can do the dishes later, baby. I missed you.”

ANGEL

He calls you angel when you’re mad at him or sulking like a child. He actually love your pout, he find you adorable. He’ll follow you in the house, an amused smile on his lips.

“I saw your smile, angel, stop running away from me. Confess, I know you’re not really mad at me.”

PRINCESS

This one is the most casual one. He just calls you princess all the time. Because you’re his princess and he’s your charming prince.

“How was your day, princess ?” “What was the restaurant you liked last time, princess ? We should eat there tonight.”

SWEET CHEEKS / SWEETHEART

Hear me out. That was at the beginning of your relationship, when Leon was still a little nervous around you because why are you so pretty ? So he tried some pet names, and this one came out a lot. You didn’t cringe, actually you found him cute. And over the time, it changed to sweetheart. He use sweetheart in intimate moment, when you two are cuddling and he’s admiring you.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

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Just a thought I have in the middle of the night, but ai like the way you write angst so I just ask anyway🤓 What do you think Kaiser would react if he met his mother, after his backstory and all?

Anw have a lovely day angel💕🍒⭐️

It’s you.. ft. michael kaiser

a/n: i miss writing abt my baby sm :( enjoy and have a good day/night too🫶🏼🫶🏼

It's been years since Michael Kaiser last saw his mother's face beyond the glossy entertainment magazines.

He convinces himself all this time that he's long outgrown any lingering hurt or need for her affection.

But the second that statuesque woman with the familiar sweeping cheekbones and cloud of blonde hair glides into the sleek hotel banquet hall, Michael feels his chest constrict.

A thousand memories and deeply buried aches rush back in an unstoppable deluge.

He can't tear his eyes away, hungrily tracing the delicate lines of her face that time has barely touched. Committing every little detail to memory as if making up for lost years. The graceful slope of her neck, those elegant hands adorned in jewels that effortlessly captivated audiences worldwide.

For one traitorous instant, Michael is but a scared little boy again desperately craving his glamorous mother's smile and soothing embraces.

Before the glittering spotlight stole her away.

Before the long, cold nights alone wishing she'd return to scoop him up and spin them both around in peals of laughter.

But that split-second flicker of foolish hope dies just as fast. Michael's lip curls back in an ugly sneer behind his champagne flute, shoulders tensing as another memory overpowers the rest.

Of raised voices in the night, slurred insults, and the whistling crack of his father's leather belt.

Of his mother's back retreating for the last time through that doorway.

Never looking behind at the hurt little boy desperate for scraps of her love. For even a single reassurance that he was still cherished - that he hadn't been so easily cast aside as soon as fortune favored her again.

Michael rises from his seat on jerky legs, ignoring the curious glances from his teammates who accompanied him at this gala.

His chiseled features have hardened back into that impenetrable mask of haughty disdain. A polished marble surface offering no hint of turbulent emotions raging just underneath the facade of highbrow sophistication he wears like a second skin.

The bratty kid deep inside him yearns to storm right over and scream every hateful, scornful slight he'd bottled up over the years.

To make her look into the hardened visage of the callous man her indifference bore. But that would demand surrendering what little shred of dignity her actions left him with.

So Michael simply tosses back the last fiery mouthful, turns on his immaculately shined heel, and strides for the nearest exit with shoulders squared high.

His elegant stride never faltering or offering his wretched excuse for a parent so much as a backwards glance.

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I’m scared

synopsis: simon can’t sleep due to his nightmares, so he tells you about his childhood and…his fear of becoming a bad father

The fading sunrays streak vibrant tangerines and crimsons across the dusky skies gradually dimming over the secluded ranch you both retreated to - desperate for a more tranquil life far removed from Simon's harrowing past.

Despite the idyllic setting and near-constant solitude constantly surrounding your cozy homestead nowadays, he still instinctively startles awake most nights drenched in a cold sweat.

Tonight seems no different when that painfully familiar shudder wracks Simon's powerful frame beside you in the tangled bedsheets.

One moment, he's coiled tighter than a loaded spring through the entire rippling expanse of his musculature while visions of yet another fallen brother scream silently behind those tightly screwed eyelids.

The next, Simon jolts upright sucking in air like he just emerged from being submerged as the last vestiges of his latest night terror dissipates.

You stir only fractionally at the abrupt disturbance, too preoccupied with your own dreams involving a much more joyous source leaving you both deliriously giddy as of late.

Blearily cracking one eyelid open, you're greeted with the sight of Simon swiping a weary palm across his sweat-slicked brow while continuing those subconscious white-knuckle grips along his thighs.

He remains completely transfixed by some unseen assailant lurking in the shadows beyond your bedroom door for another few interminable beats.

"Hey you..." Your voice is soft yet purposefully pitched just loud enough to penetrate the lingering fog clouding Simon's senses.

Instantly those impossibly soulful blue irises you fell hopelessly in love with swivel back towards you - naked vulnerability completely undisguised in their sunken depths as his respiring gradually calms.

"Shh...c'mere, baby." You beckon with your arms outstretched - Simon swiftly answering by collapsing with practiced ease against your welcome embrace while thumbing away the sudden moisture rimming his lashes.

Neither of you exchange another syllable for what feels an eternity. Simply existing in rare respite tangled as one until his residual tremors finally cease.

"Tell me about your nightmare..." You murmur - lips brushing the sensitive shell of Simon's ear while trailing your fingertips along the corded musculature spanning his shoulders.

His timbre emerges low and throaty when he acquiesces - callused palm drifting towards where your hands remain splayed across the bunched plane of his abdomen.

"It was… it’s stupid, it was about my dad. All the shit he put me through when I was just a kid,” His voice crack slightly at the word. “It disgust me. The animals, the concerts..."

You squeeze Simon closer at those doleful parting words - mouth parting to rebuke his self-deprecation when his palm suddenly clenches against your belly into a taut fist.

Those once warm blue spheres boring through you with naked terror reflecting in their unsettling blankness.

"...but now, how can I be a father worthy of passing anything on when I'm still such an utter wreck myself?" Simon croaks desolately.

"My own childhood ended before it even began between what the 141 had me doin' out there...and that ain't exactly the example I want settin' for our--"

"Simon Riley, you are going to make the most natural, incredible father this little one or I could ever dream of - end of story."

Your tone brooks no argument as you unhesitatingly seal his fears beneath the scorching press of your mouth colliding against his.

Imprinting every ounce of staunch belief and devotion swirling behind your next declarations directly onto his plush lips.

"Because no matter how much darkness this crazy world dragged you through? You somehow emerged even brighter...and when I look at you now all I see is pure, unconditional light. Nothing else matters except the profound love you have shining in these eyes and overflowing from your beautiful soul, okay?"

Simon remains resolutely mute as you cradle his visage in your palms - thumbs gently caressing those gratefully glistening irises swimming closer with every steadying breath cycling between you both.

Until eventually another profound epiphany seems to dawn across his expression while one hand slowly descends to cup your burgeoning swell...

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Please feed me some Rin or Kaiser content🥺. Your girl is starving here😭😭😭

Headcanons ft. rin itoshi

a/n: heyy I know I’ve been busy lately but I promise I’ll start to write more😔😔 anyway I hope you’ll enjoy those sweet hdc of our bby💕

Rin Itoshi has always been a man of few words, but with you he finds himself positively loquacious compared to his usual stoic silence. You're one of the only people capable of prying that tightly-guarded heart open.

In private, he showers you with a constant deluge of endearments murmured reverently against your skin like prayer. Treasured one. Beloved. My everything.

Even the way he utters your name carries profound weight, almost getting stuck in his throat with the intensity of emotion swirling in those green eyes. As if he's savoring each precise syllable like the most exquisite delicacy upon his tongue.

Whenever Rin does use a more casual pet name, it's always purposefully simple yet laced with layered meaning. Two syllables rolling off that low rasp are often all it takes to set your heart hammering.

His most instinctual one is "little moon" - paying homage to the way your pale, radiant beauty illuminates Rin’s gloomy past. You're the light he orbits around endlessly, forever chasing and being soothed by.

He'll call you this while cradling you against his chest at night after training the whole day. Burying his face into your hair, Rin inhales steadying breaths of your comforting scent while those two words are the only broken whispers he can muster - "...little moon..."

In more heated, passionate moments, Rin’s possessive side takes over. His voice gets impossibly deeper, rougher, as he pants the name "temptress" like a deliciously filthy confession against the sweat-slicked curve of your neck.

Afterwards, as Rin holds you spent and thoroughly sated within his protective embrace, he finds himself helplessly murmuring the most simplistic of words like an eternal promise too:

"...Mine."

No flowery embellishments needed - you are his, undeniably and unquestionably. The rest of his life's purpose is ensuring your safety and devotion just as you ground every fiber of his.

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A MEMORY

synopsis: you were just a concubine, right ?

a/n: new content guys hihi I’ll try to write more drabbles. oh, and this one’s sad srry..

w/c:277

Sukuna didn’t love; he didn’t feel emotions unless it was pride, anger, or fury.

Then what was this weird feeling in his heart when he realized he would never see your smile again? Your laugh, your pout, the way your eyes crinkled when you were happy, the way your nose scrunched when you weren't content about a matter.

All that was gone. Yet it wasn’t the first time one of his concubines died. Sometimes he even killed them himself. So why have you, a mere concubine, invaded his mind?

Why did his heart hurt ? He didn’t like this, he already didn’t like the impact you had on him every time you smiled, but it was even worse now that you were dead.

But the worst feeling that he was discovering—a feeling he never knew he could feel—was guilt.

Ryomen Sukuna felt guilty toward you. He was supposed to be the strongest; how come he didn’t succeed in protecting you ? To be there for you ? He was the King of Curses, for God’s sake, and you died because of a curse.

He didn’t understand those emotions, he loathed them. It’s been one week since Uraume informed him of the bad news, and he hasn’t left his quarters since.

He needed to gather his thoughts.

Every poor servants who had the audacity to enter his quarters were dead, their blood decorating the walls and bed. He was on the edge, and he hated it.

He loved hated you. Thousand of questions ran in his mind.

Why? Why did you make the king of curses fall in love with a human if it wasn’t to stay by his side forever ?

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Tch, brat

synopsis: oh, to have a love-hate relationship with Levi..

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, feeling the telltale throb of an impending migraine pounding against his skull.

You were at it again - defiant arms folded tightly, bottom lip jutting out in that infuriatingly bratty pout he'd recognize anywhere.

"Don't give me that childish look right now, you stubborn little brat." He growled lowly, leaden eyes boring into your indignant glare.

"I'm already in no mood for your usual antics after dealing with those incompetent morons in the field all day."

You scoffed audibly, canting your head to one side as long strands spilled over a bare shoulder.

"Well excuse me for being born with a spine and healthy dose of self-respect, Captain. Unlike some of those spineless lapdogs dangling after your every whim."

Levi's jaw flexed visibly, mercurial temper spiking dangerously at your snide implication. In three strides, he'd closed the distance separating you - muscular frame now looming mere inches separating your contrasting forms.

Close enough for you to detect his clean, earthy musk intermixing with familiar notes of black tea and steel.

"Tread very carefully with whatever smart-mouth bullshit you think you're about to spew next, brat." Levi murmured almost inaudibly.

Yet the scorching intensity laced behind those softly uttered syllables brooked absolutely zero rebuttal.

His towering presence was suffocating - practically enveloping your more diminutive frame like a silk tourniquet steadily tightening around your windpipe.

You found your cocky facade instinctively fracturing as Levi's unyielding dominance flooded every receptor with electrifying undercurrents of shivery awareness.

Yet a petulant flicker of defiance obstinately refused extinguishing no matter how intimidating his aura radiated outwards.

So instead of submitting with instant contrition like any sane person, you leaned upwards - eliminating that final breathless sliver separating your noses with one pointed tilt of your chin.

"Make me, old man." You taunted, voice a husky murmur dripping with insouciant dismissal as foreheads brushed together. "Unless putting mouthy, disrespectful underlings in their place is truly beyond the great Captain's abilities these days."

For several heartbeats, only the harsh rasp of your mingled breathing filled the dense silence enveloping your conjoined frames. Then before any reactions sparked into action -

Levi grabbed your face with one hand with bruising force. Yet the accompanying look of dark, undisguised hunger ravaging his flinty features dispelled any implications of fresh hostilities escalating further.

Because you recognized that particular glint flickering within his blown pupils very intimately indeed.

Somehow anticipating occurred first, your ankles instinctively latched around Levi's hips just as he gripped beneath your thighs and effortlessly hoisted you upwards.

Until you found yourself pinned flush against the corridor's adjacent wall with a solid thump audible doors away.

A dangerous little smirk slowly inched across his face as Levi ground his hardening arousal into your pelvis without preamble.

However, his next gruff words all but growled past those thin, quirked lips nevertheless.

"I'll give you precisely what this filthy little mouth has been begging for all evening, brat - whether you can take every unforgiving inch properly remains to be seen."

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Sicknesses

synopsis: you’re sick, so Toji take care of you

You woke, foggy-headed and more exhausted than when you'd tumbled into bed the night before. Your throat was raw and achy, like you'd spent the night swallowing razor blades by accident.

Cracking one eye open blearily, the weak morning light filtering through the curtains sent shooting pangs directly into your throbbing skull.

Ugh...yep, you knew that sickly feeling all too well. A nasty cold virus had burrowed its vicious claws into you overnight.

As you frantically tallied whether you were contagious enough to call off work for the day, the bedroom door suddenly creaked open.

Toji strode in already dressed for his missions, a black shirt and a grey sweatpants. Though he paused mid-stride, brows furrowing slightly at the disheveled pile of blankets where you huddled.

"You're still in bed?" His tone was clipped, bordering scolding - never a good sign from the notoriously blunt cursed speech user.

"That's unli-..."

Then Toji cocked his head ever so slightly, scrutinizing gaze sweeping over your undoubtedly pathetic, clammy visage peeking through the covers.

With narrowed eyes he zeroed in on your shallow breaths and glassy stare as the realization dawned.

"...Oh. You're sick."

Uttering a low huff, Toji abandoned his worm on the ground before crossing the room in several long strides.

You couldn't help flinching weakly as his broad form loomed over your cocoon, combat-calloused hands briskly yanking the sheets down to your chin.

Despite his constant barrage of eye-rolling impatience at your usual antics, Toji did possess one hugely redeeming quality. He'd always leap into action without hesitation when your welfare was genuinely at stake.

Sure enough, one thick palm was already pressing firmly yet gently against your clammy brow.

His flinty grey eyes roved critically over your pallid complexion, gauging for fever or any more concerning symptoms.

"Just a head cold from the looks of it," Toji muttered half to himself with a curt nod after assessing you thoroughly. "Nothing too serious yet."

Satisfied for the moment, he abruptly withdrew to stride from the room without another word.

You wilted back into the pillows, assuming he'd left for his job and feeling vaguely disappointed.

After all, what did you expect from such an efficiency-loving practicality machine?

Five minutes later though, your bleary eyes flew open as Toji reappeared brandishing supplies.

One by one, he deposited his armful onto your nightstand like a medic preparing a kit.

A fresh box of tissues. A bottle of Gatorade and throat lozenges. The thermometer along with various over-the-counter medications and decongestants.

You blinked up at him in mild surprise, chest feeling lighter already from his tender caretaking instead of being left to flounder alone in your misery. Typical Toji ruthlessness really...

Without prompting or complaints, your boyfriend then bent down and scooped your slumbered form straight up into his arms, muscles bulging through his fitted shirt.

You were swallowed in the comforting warmth and subtle pine-spice cologne clinging to his clothes.

Toji simply positioned you onto his broad lap with your head nestled in the crook of his neck, tucked safely against his steady pulse as he leaned back against the headboard.

There you remained cradled in his firm yet gentle embrace, occasionally feeling his strong chest rumble with gruff reminders to hydrate or take your temperature.

Not many words were exchanged - Toji didn't waste effort on frivolous sentimentality.

But you smiled contentedly against his skin regardless, knowing this relentlessly pragmatic man would remain your staunch bastion without fail until the last symptom faded away entirely.

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how would megumi confess or act towards the girl he’s secretly getting a crush on? ofc both itadori and kugisaki noticed it, thank uuu

How he act when he have a crush on you ft. megumi fushiguro

a/n: tyy anon for requesting, I love this idea so much >.< .I hope u like it

You've been part of the tight-knit quartet since day one at Jujutsu High, instantly bonding over all the intense craziness you were thrown into as first-years.

Megumi was a bit prickly and standoffish at first, but you were one of the few brave enough to playfully needle him until he cracked a smile.

Over time, Megumi began opening up more around you specifically. There was something innately reassuring about your warm, supportive presence that helped soothe the Fushiguro scion's lingering loneliness and guilt.

Itadori and Kugisaki don't fail to notice how Megumi's eyes linger fractionally longer whenever you laugh or gently tease him.

The faintest hints of pink dust his cheekbones as he drops his usual guarded frown into a rare soft smile reserved only for you.

The merciless teasing quickly commences - Kugisaki makes obnoxious kissy faces every time you enter the room, while Itadori not-so-discreetly shoves Megumi or elbows his ribs whenever you're nearby.

Megumi just grits his teeth, ears burning as he hisses at them to shut up already.

You, forever oblivious, just assume the three friends are goofing around as usual. Turning your bright, curious gaze onto them only makes Megumi's heart stutter harder while Itadori and Kugisaki’s cackles grow louder each time.

Any brief alone moments with Megumi are cherished - like when you grab his arm for balance scrambling out of the fissures after his technique backfires in training.

Your hands linger almost shyly yet still electrified by the contact.

Out of earshot, he vehemently denies everything to Kugisaki's ever-present smirk and Itadori's goading - "just freaking TELL her, dude! Stop being a punk!" But the mere thought of confessing makes Megumi seize up, gut roiling.

Until one day on a mission, a cursed spirit catches you completely off guard with a brutal attack as Megumi can only watch in paralyzed horror.

Moments from being skewered, his fear for your life overrides all restraint as he instinctively summons the full extent of his domain.

By the time Itadori and Kugisaki join him, the twisted creature has literally been crushed into dust.

You're clutched tightly against Megumi's heaving chest as he holds you like his life-force itself.

"Don't ever scare me like that," he growls into your hair, lavender eyes squeezing shut as if in excruciating pain. "I...can't lose you too..."

You freeze, finally realizing what your friends had been seeing all along through new senses electrified by his proximity.

Megumi's heart pounds double-time against his ribs pressed to yours.

Itadori and Kugisaki exchange a loaded look and quietly slip away to give you two some space.

Sure enough, Megumi tilts your chin up with shaking fingers, finally meeting your eyes unflinchingly as the words tumble out in a shaky exhale...

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heyy can you write something about how would be the first kiss of Levi with one of his scout? i can’t really picture the scene. and can you write something about his first physical contact with her like their first time hugging in a detailed way cause i can’t really see him doing it, thank you so much

Physical contact with him ft. levi ackerman

a/n: im sorry it took so much time, hope you enjoy<3 i changed the story a little, but normally it’s the same.

How your relationship with Levi improves.

At first, Levi is strictly professional with you, treating you just like any other fresh scout recruit under his elite command. He's brusque, aloof and demands perfection in your training drills.

But you can't help being entranced by the captain's fluid, almost hypnotic skill in combat. The way he wields those dual blades is pure lethal elegance in motion.

You find yourself shamelessly staring more than once, only to be met with a withering glare from Levi's steel grey eyes.

Slowly though, he seems to begrudgingly respect your unwavering determination and rapid skill progression under his tutelage.

Levi's piercing gaze lingers fractionally whenever you execute a complicated maneuver flawlessly.

After one sparring bout where you finally managed to disarm him for a split second, the tiniest smirk played at the corner of Levi's lips amidst the sheen of sweat glistening on his chiseled features up close.

Your heart stopped at the brief spark of unmistakable approval flickering in those subdued eyes.

You realize in that crystalline moment of adrenaline just how intoxicatingly attractive Levi is to you.

Not just because of his impressive prowess, but his intensely focused determination and strength of will shining from the shadowed depths.

Before you can spiral further down that dangerous trail of thought, Levi's boot connects squarely with your chest, dropping you hard onto your back with a grunt. "Don't get cocky," is his only terse remark, though his gaze flicks away almost...shyly?

Things remain professionally tense between you two after that spark of mutual acknowledgment.

Until one day, you take a brutal hit while defending Levi's flank out in the field against a horde of Titans.

You're barely conscious, choking on your own blood after being flung against a tree trunk. Then Levi's steel cables are zipping overhead, and his boots slam into the earth directly before your fading vision.

You're vaguely aware of his familiar voice shouting for backup as he hoists you protectively against his broad chest, eyes darting with uncharacteristic panic now.

His trademark bravado has melted completely.

Due to your injuries, Levi spends painstaking days by your bedside while you recover in the infirmary wing.

All prior formalities have been abandoned - he won't leave your side, cradling your hand in his calloused fingers until your eyes finally flutter open.

The way his typically harsh gaze softens infinitesimally tells you everything you need to know - Levi doesn't fear losing subordinates, he fears losing you specifically.

Before either can overthink, he's tugging your face to his desperately and finally fitting your gasping mouths together like twin puzzle pieces.

His kiss is hard, needy and searing with all the unresolved passion Levi's spent weeks fighting internally. It buckles your knees anew as his warm breath mingles with your own in a ragged gasp.

But his iron grip around your waist keeps you anchored flush against the rock-solid planes of his body.

You're the only one privileged enough to peel back the hardened exterior and witness Levi's intensely guarded tenderness, though.

When it's just the two of you cuddled on his tiny cot, his mask slips away with each stroke of your fingers through his raven tresses, each heated caress and murmured reassurance exchanged reverently.

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Fireworks

synopsis: while you’re watching the fireworks, he’s watching you

The bright colors exploded across the night sky, lighting up the dark in wild bursts of red, blue and purple.

Each firework seemed more amazing than the last as they bloomed and faded away like delicate floating flowers.

You gazed upwards in wonder, tiny gasps of awe escaping your lips with every new blast of light. But Megumi wasn't watching the fireworks at all.

His whole world in that moment was the look of pure joy and amazement glowing across your face.

Illuminated by the flickering colors, your eyes sparkled with childlike delight. You were beaming as if witnessing real magic for the very first time.

Megumi felt his breath catch, captivated by the radiant beauty of your unrestrained happiness. In that moment, your smile outshone any man-made spectacle.

The air was still and quiet but for the muffled bangs as each firework burst overhead. Megumi was frozen, mesmerized by your look of rapturous enchantment.

That was until you turned that sunny smile his way with a raised eyebrow, clearly puzzled by his intense stare.

He blinked hard, the spell temporarily broken.

But Megumi didn't deflect or make a sarcastic remark like usual. No, the burning tenderness he tried so hard to conceal shone openly in his eyes.

Without a word, Megumi simply leaned forward and closed the distance between you two. His slightly chapped yet soft lips met yours in a sweet, soulful kiss.

It was deep yet unhurried, a loving caress that expressed everything unspoken between you.

You melted against him, fireworks exploding unnoticed overhead. In that perfect cocoon, nothing else existed except the heated press of your joined mouths and the whisper of fingers tracing adoring lines across heated skin.

When you finally parted, Megumi's harsh exterior had dissolved completely. His face was peaceful and unguarded in a way very few ever witnessed.

As if he'd momentarily drowned in the cleansing waters of your affection, and resurfaced anew.

You smiled at him radiantly. Because in that instant of pure intimacy and connection, you realized just how deeply and wholeheartedly you loved this beautifully complex boy before you.

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Captivating

The lazy afternoons are his favorite times - just you two lounging in the peaceful quiet of his bedroom after a hectic week.

You're curled up comfortably amongst the rumpled sheets, fully engrossed in whatever novel has currently captured your imagination.

He loves the look of serene contentment washing over your features as you get lost between those pages.

Rather than napping or occupying himself otherwise like usual, he finds himself utterly transfixed watching you read instead.

The way your eyes flit rapidly across each new line, your lips mouthing certain words unconsciously under your breath, fingers absently toying with a stray lock of hair - he catches every tiny mannerism and nuance like a lovesick teenager.

Occasionally you'll gasp or giggle at an amusing passage, entire face lighting up with such unbridled delight that his chest clenches instinctively.

In those moments, you resemble that enchanted little girl he first fell for - uninhibited and radiating pure, unfiltered joy from deep within.

When you shift positions, tucking arms and legs into new cozy configurations snugly, he has to resist the overwhelming compulsion to reach out and pull you flush against his chest protectively.

He craves drinking in your warm flowery scent intermingled with hints of their freshly laundered detergent all afternoon if possible.

Sometimes you'll pause to bite your plump bottom lip in pensive concentration, and his eyes instantly fixate there helplessly.

He fantasizes about leaning over and capturing that lush pout between his own teeth next while chasing away any nagging thoughts still lingering with unhurried kisses instead.

Inevitably you'll realize he's been unabashedly ogling your relaxed form for who knows how long. Flushing self-consciously, you'll playfully toss your book aside to pepper his stoic visage with indignant kisses until he cracks the faintest lopsided grin of pure contentment in return.

Because truly? He has no control over how maddeningly captivating each gorgeous facet composing your very essence proves to his complete undoing.

How helplessly enamored he is to simply study and appreciate you existing beside him like the most priceless, sacred treasure imaginable.

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Your Rin content is like,..♾️🌷💕✨. If I had only two pennies left I’d buy two loaf of breads cause your writings are godsends food for my soul and heart😭

Move all your works to your VIP they all deserve it 💅🏻

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How it is to be Levi’s fiancée ft. levi ackerman

a/n: just some stupid (maybe bad) headcanons bc i miss my husband so much

While you're both part of the Scout Regiment, Levi tries to keep your relationship low-key and professional during missions or training. But his icy exterior melts a bit whenever he sneaks glances your way, letting a rare softness shine through.

The other scouts giggle and make bets on when their hardass Captain will finally propose. Levi overhears and shuts it down with a single death glare - though later that night he surprises you by getting down on one knee.

After the difficult decision to leave the scouts to start a family, Levi is an absolute clean freak about baby-proofing your home. He triple checks for any potential hazards like it's scouting enemy territory.

Despite his blunt manner, Levi goes misty-eyed the first time he holds his newborn child. You catch him tenderly nuzzling their tiny button nose while humming an old lullaby his own mother used to sing.

He may be pint-sized, but don't underestimate Levi's overprotective papa bear mode. He glowers down any strangers who so much as look at his baby funny while out in public.

At the same time, Levi melts into an adorably awkward pile of mush whenever his kid learns a new skill like crawling or talking. He'll play peek-a-boo for hours just to hear that baby laughter.

On hard days, coming home to his family is Levi's slice of paradise. He cherishes read-aloud time where his little one snuggles into his lap, already falling asleep to the soothing baritone of daddy's voice.

Sometimes you wake in the middle of the night to find Levi's side of the bed empty...only to discover him swaying in the nursery, cradling your restless baby close while humming that same lullaby.

[mitskicain]

EXAMS PASSED‼️‼️ LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE ARE BACK PN THE WRITING GRIND NOWWW FUCK YEAHHHHHH🎉🎉💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥

[ninibeingdelulu]

Hypnotized

synopsis: rin can’t fall asleep, but your presence soothe him

The faint glow of moonbeams filters through the gauzy curtains - casting dreamy patchworks of silvery light across the rumpled bedsheets tangled around your slumbering forms.

Rin lies utterly motionless beside you; every chiseled plane of his features exquisitely defined while he obsessively traces the rhythmic rise and fall of your bare back expanding with each deep breath.

Sleep continues eluding him despite the late hour weighing heavy on his lids. Rin's mind remains preoccupied replaying every calculated maneuver and lightning-fast feint he executed over and over from their latest scrimmage match earlier in the day.

Always seeking flaws...any minuscule discrepancy he can seize upon and drill to sublime perfection before their next clash of wills on the pitch.

That relentless drive for sharpening his already razor-sharp skills is what ultimately drags Rin's heated stare lower - becoming instantly transfixed by the smattering of faint beauty marks adorning the expanse of your exposed skin glowing like tiny starbursts in the wan lighting.

He's seen those flecks dusting the elegant column of your throat and slim curvature of your shoulders countless times before...yet tonight, they seem to beckon with an irresistible magnetism he simply cannot ignore.

Careful not to jostle your sleeping form too abruptly, Rin slowly rolls until propping up on one elbow - cerulean gaze roving in a leisurely perusal from the sparse constellations dotting your nape down to where the sheets tangle in a heap around your waist.

With the utmost delicacy, he extends one calloused fingertip to reverently ghost along the gilded trail scattered across each shoulder blade in a featherlight caress.

His jaw clenches when your breath hitches softly from the ticklish contact but Rin refuses breaking whatever hypnotic trance he's fallen under now.

Instead, the obsessive focus burning behind those electric blue irises only intensifies further as he meticulously maps and commits to memory the precise pattern extending along your back down towards the lush flare of your hips.

Time slips into an endless suspension as Rin traverses each sun-kissed dip and swell of your statuesque form in turn - quickly becoming utterly drunk on the velvet heat suffusing your succulent skin under his touch.

Your matching tempos gradually sync until he's inhaling your rich floral bouquet on every inhale while simultaneously imprinting your unique topography into his very marrow...

Far too soon, Rin notes the first rosy tendrils striating the horizon beyond the bedroom window.

Yet even with every second placing him perilously closer to their usual pre-dawn training regimen, some deep-seated compulsion keeps him anchored firmly within this simmering lull of rapture currently encompassing your tangled frames.

He'll simply remain awash in your essence awhile longer - burning the experience into his soul until eventually succumbing to the lullaby of your steady pulse thrumming in tandem with his own.

Already he can feel those battle-forged muscles steadily unwinding as Rin nuzzles his flushed face into the inviting curve of your nape while securely gathering you against the solid furnace of his chest.

In these blissful twilight moments hovering between slumber and wakefulness, the lines neatly separating ego from flesh fall away until nothing but your combined heartbeats remain echoing through the ether.

And it's to this precious cadence Rin Itoshi ultimately surrenders...

[ninibeingdelulu]

I’m sorry

synopsis: he forgot your birthday, so he apologizes in his own way

a/n: i wish re2 leon was real :((

The apartment you share with Leon is utterly unrecognizable when you finally drag yourself through the doorway well past sundown.

What typically greets you is a spartan, almost militaristic level of bare minimalism thanks to your boyfriend's by-the-book personality and rigorous hours with the RPD.

But this evening? The entire open-concept living space has been transformed into what can only be described as a veritable birthday wonderland - complete with vibrant streamers zig-zagging across every available surface and those ridiculously oversized metallic balloons bobbing precariously from every corner.

You halt mid-stride, mouth literally agape as you drink in the burst of kaleidoscope colors and thoughtful homespun decor adorning the length of the kitchen countertops as well.

A deliciously decadent layered cake topped with your favorite indulgent frosting blend...an assortment of neatly wrapped packages in that signature sky-blue wrapping paper you always tease Leon for using at every gift-giving occasion...even a chilled bottle of your go-to celebratory bubbly chilling beside a fresh bouquet of your most beloved flora.

The sheer tenderness of this entire scene hits you like a sucker-punch straight to the solar plexus - eyes stinging with unshed tears even before finally trailing towards the center of the room.

There slouched on the sofa with elbows braced on splayed knees and face cradled in his upturned palms sits Leon himself in a pose of utter guilt-ridden dejection.

"Leon..." You haven't even stepped fully inside yet before his name slips past your lips - instantly shattering whatever uncomfortable reverie he'd been absorbed in brooding towards the floor.

Those endlessly soulful icicle-blue irises you've always adored finally lift to meet yours with the weight of a thousand apologies shining within their stormy depths.

"Hey, doll..."

God, he does sound like a lost puppy while using that feather-soft endearment you normally melt over.

"Look, I...I know I massively forgot your birthday yesterday and I—"

"Leon, you really didn't have to—"

"No, no. Please...just...lemme get this out while I'm on a roll here?"

He interjects quickly, palms lifting in a placating gesture before the briefest quirk of boyish insecurity tugs at the corner of his sensuous mouth.

"I'm not always the best at expressing myself the way I should, but that never means the important stuff gets overlooked or taken for granted...not with you."

The sincerity reverberating through every syllable sends your pulse into an erratic staccato against the hollow of your throat as Leon rises languidly to his full towering height and begins stalking towards where you linger.

There's an undeniably intent yet hopelessly tender hunger now darkening his eyes into bottomless pools of stormy silver. Paradoxically pinning you in place while simultaneously setting your insides ablaze...

"You're the most important person in my entire world, y/n...the reason I wake up fighting each morning and the thought I cling to whenever everything feels hopeless."

Leon murmurs - now near enough you can taste the subtle citrus zing of his aftershave mingling with the adrenaline roaring in your ears.

"Nothing and no one will ever make me lose sight of how goddamn priceless you are to me again...not when you're the sole force keeping this old cop's battered heart from completely shattering apart."

And with his final confession, those rough palms you've spent countless blissful hours mapping finally settle upon your waist while he leans in and just barely brushes the plush seal of his lips over yours in a tantalizing preview of what's to come once you've both recovered from this initial swell of unbridled emotion.

"So how's about we celebrate your birthday properly this time around, sweetheart?"

You can actually feel the rumbling timbre vibrating from Leon's chest straight to your molten core as he seals his vow with a bruising, breathtaking kiss destined to leave you utterly drunk and delirious for hours to come...