#body bonanza

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Reading all your writing has been so fun, thank you for such a lovely event!!! If it's still okay, I'd like to request Aria + neck please?

hi anon it’s been. an embarrassing amount of time lmao I am so so sorry holy shit hooooly shit bit for a while I was wiped out. it’s almost like writing so many of those in one month causes burnout haha! also family events and whatnot. but alas, I pull through. I love Aria. I love her I’m so sad she was never really introduced fully in the manga the way she was in the anime. anyways reminder that these requests are uhhhh from the event in November of 2021 (god that’s embarrassing) and I’m just filling out the remaining requests from it lol. the masterlist is linked

character/s: aria, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 424

warnings: alludes to you having slept with her

prompt: aria + neck (body bonanza)

It was bright when you woke up. The window was open, and there was a gentle breeze that brushed across your skin.

You looked around the room a little, and it was in your shuffling and your yawn that you felt the bed dip with another’s weight.

“Good morning.”

You had covered your mouth with the back of your hand, and you squinted a bit, tears from the yawn blurring your vision. You still knew who it was.

“Mornin’.”

Aria smiled, expression warm as she watched you slowly wake up. “You’re cute when you wake up after such a heavy sleep.”

“Who’s to blame for it…?”

Slender fingers slid across your neck, up your throat and around so her palm could rest on the dip between your neck and shoulder. The purples, greens and blues beneath her hand painted such a lovely picture that she couldn’t help but admire.

“You proud of your work?”

An amused smile pulled at her lips, her eyes flicking back up to yours and you lost yourself in the deep water of her gaze, almost lulled back to sleep with the gentle waves.

“Yes, a bit. Will you be alright? You won’t be left alone.”

“You don’t sound worried.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Ah, straight to the chase with her when she felt like teasing. “Just curious?”

“I think they’d give you some grilling too, wouldn’t they?” You wondered. “No other way they’d get there, right?”

Aria hummed low in her throat, running her thumb against your skin, back and forth. She could see you starting to nod off, so she applied a little pressure to her thumb, to your throat.

You huffed softly at this, head tilting to the side, hair mussing up against the pillow beneath your head. “If you want me to get up, you need to get off.”

Aria was slow, but stood. The feeling of her hand against your skin, sliding away, left a chill in her absence. Just for a second.

“It’ll be a slow day today. You should get up.” She tapped your stomach, or the blanket over you anyways, as she turned and made her way across her room. “Perhaps we could go out somewhere today?”

“Oh? Well, I suppose I can do that, then.”

Her laughter ringing through you as she left the room made you lightheaded. You slid a hand up your own neck and pushed down on some of the bruises to test their tenderness before sitting, the blanket bunching around your waist.

The things she did to you…

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So excited for this blog, i loved every single story!! 💗💗💗

But nobody asked xanxus and his scars? I know its not a specific body part but its completely over it, so how he feels about them? And what about an s/o that will keep touch and kiss them

hi anon!! I never particularly thought of or mentioned the skin in general and scars, so thank you for requesting it!! I hope this was alright!! tyl!Xanxus specifically bc of his hair in this one lol

character/s: tyl!xanxus, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 545

warnings: talks about his scars but otherwise n/a

prompt: xanxus + scars (body bonanza)

You usually had a pretty good system with Xanxus. When he wanted something, he usually made a motion that made it quite obvious what he wanted. He did it with just about everything, but you understood. If he felt especially giving that day, he did speak. It was usually when he wanted you in bed.

Likewise, you had your system, too. Usually you would say it to him, so he knew. He was usually pretty good at remembering these things for future reference, even if it looks like he isn’t listening.

Instead of the way he speaks to initiate, or promise, intimacy, you took to being physical. He never particularly cared too much for it, because it was an ego boost he really didn’t need. But you liked feeding into that for the fun of it all.

So when Xanxus saw you hovering around his desk more than usual, he figured it had something to do with your clinginess, but this time there was some hesitancy. He’d leave you to it; you’d figure it out on your own eventually.

Xanxus leant back a little after some more of your ridiculous shifting, and waved a hand. You bounced over to him and dropped into his lap.

With a huff of amusement, he poked between your collarbones. “That’s all you wanted? I wonder if I baby you too much.”

“Absolutely not!” You shifted your weight so you were straddling him, and he let you do what you wanted, curious to see what exactly you planned on doing.

“I just wanted to do something…! I just didn’t know if you’d let me.”

He lifted a brow at this, but nodded, allowing you to continue.

After steeling your shoulders, you cupped his chin and tilted his head a bit, so you could firmly plant a kiss onto his cheekbone, onto the scar that ran across his skin.

Xanxus was still for a moment before scoffing. “That’s it?”

“I wanted to show you my appreciation for them. Don’t be mean.”

“You could do that any day, any other way.” You pulled back with a pout at his gaze. “You chose to do it like this, in my office-?”

“When else am I meant to do it?!” You defended yourself quickly, resting your hands on his chest. “You’re always in here or actually doing something, so when am I meant to?!”

“Stay in bed with me more and then I could!”

You stared at him for a moment, and he held your gaze evenly.

“Just in bed?”

“I’m leaving-!”

He stopped you from getting off his lap, grabbed one of your hands and pressed it to his neck, where another scar was.

It was quiet between you two just for a moment, and you couldn’t help but wonder just what was on his mind at the moment.

“You should just do it whenever. If anyone else has a problem with it, they can fuck off.”

“I’m not doing it in front of your subordinates, Xanxus.”

You leant forward, kissing the scar on his forehead, hidden behind his hair. “Gimme more appropriate times to do it, and I’ll appreciate them all I want, all over, for as long as I can.”

“Not like anyone comes in here all that often.”

“Absolutely not.”

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alaude+nose pleaseee? danke!

first gen member number 2!! Alaude is so pretty,,,, he’s so pretty,,, wiki said he’s more willing to spend time with Giotto and his Guardians, and is a little more tolerable around people, so :^) also I spell his name as Alaude, not Alaudi aha. thank you for the request anon!!

character/s: alaude, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 631

warnings: there shouldn’t be anything…?

prompt: alaude + nose (body bonanza)

The cold… was terrible. It was the absolute worst. No matter how hard you tried, you could never get used to it.

Alaude could see you shivering from the corner of his eye, arms pulled up and wrapped around your front. You both wore thick coats and scarves, but you still didn’t appear warm enough.

He’d have made fun of you, any other time. But it was you who, despite your known hatred for the cold, that offered to walk around town with him to make sure the people were doing well in the winter months.

‘If I’m cold, imagine how they must be?’ You cared for the people of Sicily a lot, and on more than one occasion had put your body, and life, on the line for them. So, he’d leave his snide remarks and jabs for other journeys out of the safe, warm estate.

After checking in on a few more people Giotto had each of you remember, from their name to their addresses and where they were most often, you both had wandered off to find something to warm up.

“You look almost pitiful, shaking like a little dog.”

Your gaze shot up from the warm drink in your gloved hands to stare at Alaude, taking a moment to register his words. He took a sip of his own drink as he waited, a brow raised.

“Ehh? That’s not very fair, Alaude!” You pointed at him, only able to because you’d chosen fingerless gloves this time. “Little dogs don’t shake because of the cold or out of fear!”

Was that… meant to defend yourself?

Alaude hummed thoughtfully before nodding once. “You’re very much like a little dog.”

You let you a small cry of indignation, shuffling around almost childishly. He watched, amused. You definitely acted like a little dog.

“You’re cold, too! How can I be the only one who is made fun of?”

“Pardon?”

“Your nose is red!”

It was quiet between the two of you for a moment, and you huffed and puffed about him picking on you while he tried to catch up.

Alaude brought a hand up, brushing a knuckle against his nose. It was cold, very cold. Was it red…? He pressed his tongue into his cheek, brows furrowing. How annoying.

“So is yours, you know. Probably far more red than mine.”

“You’re just trying to change the subject. You also look like a dog.” You used one hand to pull at your hair. “If we just gave you ears, you would definitely look like a dog. Your hair colour is so similar.”

His flat look caused you to fall into a fit of giggles. His shoulders were tense, but he forced them to slowly relax, watching you.

“At the very least, I would be a far bigger dog than you,” he chided. “I would not be one so small, or so pitiful in the cold.”

“That isn’t fair, Alaude!”

He flinched backwards because you’d reached out suddenly, poking his nose. The sensation of your cold fingertip on his skin almost burned.

“You aren’t even a winter dog!” You decided firmly, reaching up further to take his fringe in between your fingers. “Your hair is far too light to belong to a dog suited for the cold.”

“Then what dog would I be?”

He stared down at you, and he admired the way you skin flushed, matching your red nose.

“Um, ah-“

“Big dogs are made to look after the little ones,” he then murmured. He lifted his drink up in a mock cheer. “If it’s of any comfort.”

You jerked back, wrapping your hand back around your cup and bringing it up to your chest defensively.

“It’s not because I am not a little dog!”

You were definitely the little dog.

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Can we get enma and knees, pretty please?

ENMA AND KNEES PRETTY PLEASE YES YOU CERTAINLY CAN ANON Enma’s so sweet I love him. thank you for the request!

character/s: kozato enma, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 392

warnings: mentions of injury, enma gets self conscious and then you get kneed in the face <3

prompt: enma + knees (body bonanza)

You stared at Enma flatly, and he had the nerve to sniff indignantly in response, turning his head away.

“You… should tell me when you’re hurt, Enma.”

“I’m fine.”

With your silence, he looked back at you before following your gaze to his knee, absolutely caked in blood. You slowly lifted your gaze back to his face.

“I’m not sure that’s fine?”

Enma grunted, shifting around. His position was starting to hurt his tailbone. As if sensing his discomfort, you dragged the first aid kit closer.

You’d watched him right from the kitchen window, as he did something or other with Skull and then promptly tripped and fell. He slid an impressive amount, and it was his knees that had taken the brunt of it.

After promptly yelling at the suddenly rather defensive former-Arcobaleno, you insisted on helping Enma tend to his knees.

While cleaning up the grazes, you decided to touch on what was bothering you, “Enma, why do you never want my help?”

Enma moved and stretch his legs out fully so he could sit more comfortably, and you shuffled over his shins to continue cleaning the injuries.

“I just… Feels like ‘m bothering people,” he mumbled, shoulders slumping. “Like a kid always getting hurt and coddled… Sorry.”

You were careful while placing the large bandaids onto his knees, using your thumbs to flatten it.

“We’re friends. I like it when you help me… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You repeated your actions on the second knee.

“Knowing firsthand you’re alright is important to me. So if you’d let me…” You glanced up at him, and smiled a little at the way his cheeks started to gain colour.

“I’d like to keep helping you. Grazed knees and everything. Please?”

Enma bit his cheek, head tilting as he tried to find a response that wouldn’t embarrass him, but…

“Okay… Thank you for looking after me.”

“It’s my pleasure, Enma.”

“Hey!”

Enma jerked at the sudden yell, and his eyes widened, watching you lurch backwards and fall onto your back.

“Oh my god!”

The yell had startled him, and his straightened legs rose on instinct. Except, you were so close to his knees that one had flown right into your nose.

“Oh, jeez!” Enma blanched at Julie’s voice, like an ‘oh, jeez’ was going to help. “Whoops!”

“I’m sorry…!”

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Jaw (or jawline, whichever works) + any character of your choice. That counts, right? hehe have fun ^^

OH ANON,, being able to choose my own character was really fun!! I love Fon he’s so amazing,, I got entirely distracted from the prompt I am so sorry ohmggoxbxk

character/s: adult!fon, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 419

warnings: sigh,,, more sexual tension im sorry

prompt: fon + jaw (body bonanza)

There were many things you admired about Fon. But what you liked the most, was probably the duality he was capable of showing.

When he caught, he was so mesmerising. Every move perfected down to the itty, bitty details. So sharp and strong, completely solid and absolutely amazing. You didn’t know anyone who was capable of what he was.

But even despite this, he was also so incredibly soft and gentle. Getting swept up in his warmth, it was easy to be left in a daze.

The force of which he fought, and then settled, reminded you so much of the storm he represented.

Yes, he was both gentle, and a force to be reckoned with.

“Are you okay, my dear?” You blinked over at Fon curiously, and he tilted his head. “You look distracted.”

“Ah, apologies.” He smiled at this, watching you shuffle across the floor, crawling closer to his side. You settled next to him. “Just admiring you, is all.”

He looked down at you, and you smiled, reaching up to caress his face, knuckles dragging down his cheek an across his jaw. “Just lost in thought.”

“Thank you.” He let your fingers wander across his skin, content to let you do as you please. The absolute love drink expression on your face was worth it. “What’s on your mind?”

You mumbled something to yourself before stretching up to plant a kiss to his jaw, humming against his skin.

His expression was always so soft, so gentle, his gaze so loving. It always sent you reeling, feeling the muscle and the sharp features he had, hidden beneath skin and a kind, patient exterior.

He lifted his brows when your eyes darkened, almost amused at the sudden shift in your actions.

“Where did this come from, then?” He took your hand in his and brought it up to his mouth, brushing his lips against your knuckles this time.

You were almost out of breath when he took his turn at caressing his fingers down your face before grabbing your chin and angling your head up just right.

“Get lost thinking about you sometimes, is all.” You smile crookedly, his thumb running across your jaw. “Happens pretty often, actually.”

“Oh? I’ve left you pondering on your own for so long, haven’t I?” His tone was barely as sympathetic as he tried to make it, and you could hear the smile in his voice as much as you could see it.

“My apologies, love. I’ll make it up to you.”

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Hi, I've been loving your writings a long time. May I request for belphegor+eyes if that's possible? Thanks!

anon 1, thank you so so much!! thank you for requesting! anon 2, likewise, thank you!! I think I expected an eyes request for Bel lol but I don’t blame y’all honestly. I think this is the only double up aside from a Reborn one? hope you both like it!!

character/s: belphegor, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 326

warnings: it’s bel he's a little shit the bastard

prompt: belphegor + eyes (body bonanza)

Feh… ‘Course he was sleeping. The lazy asshole wouldn’t help you with anything, so you’re not surprised. Even asking him to just stick around while you quickly finished some paperwork for him to take off your hands was too much work, apparently.

You scrutinised him closely, cheek resting in your palm. With a grunt, you stood from your chair and rounded your desk, padding up to the sleeping Bel quietly.

You set your hands on your hips and stared, watching the rise and fall of his chest. You wondered how he found it comfortable, sleeping on the couch you had in your office. You yourself struggled to sleep around others.

Maybe it was because it was you? Pfft. You dismissed that thought quickly.

You leant down and very, very carefully flicked some hair out of his face. You’re sure you’d seen his eyes once or twice before, though you couldn’t really remember those instances.

After brushing enough hair away, you were gifted with the entirety of his resting face. It was actually quite peaceful. He was almost pretty–

His eyes snapped open and you jumped, lurching back with a few curses out of instinct.

Bel watched you closely, unmoving, before a wide grin took over his features.

“I know there’s some pretty grey morals around here, but I don’t think even we just stare at people while they sleep?”

“Jesus christ, Bel, don’t fucking do that!”

You frowned at him, resting a hand over your heart. It was beating fast, if only because he’d scared the shit out of you, but with his intense gaze on you, you started to fidget.

“What…?”

Bel snorted, shaking his head. His hair fell back into place obediently. “You look stupid.”

“Tch, don’t pretend to sleep on my couch. I’m nearly done, so stay awake.”

Ah, pretend. Bel huffed, settling back into the couch cushions, stretching his legs out to dangle over the arm. He hadn’t been pretending. How annoying.

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Ooooooooooh! Ummm... Takeshi with hands?

incoming Takeshi for anon!! TYL here, hope that’s alright. I love him so much he makes me so soft and tender andjdjdndldjcks GOD

character/s: tyl!yamamoto takeshi, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 437

warnings: should be nothing, lemme know if there is Oh reader idk “I’ll hit you” yeah reader says that

prompt: takeshi + hands (body bonanza)

“Geez, this thing is heavy. You used to just swing this around for fun?”

Takeshi laughed heartily at this, shoulders shaking. “Sure did. I was one of the best players, actually.”

“Oh, how humble of you,” you mused. “I’ve seen your throw, so I’ll believe you this time.”

You waved the metal baseball bat in your hands around. “Aren’t there wooden ones?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t have one. Professionally, you use a metal one.” Takeshi pointed at the bat, blinking. “That’s the one I’ve had since I was a kid, actually.”

“Is it?” You gaped at him a little. “Why would you give me something so important just to mess around with?!”

“It’s metal. What are you gonna do to it?”

Takeshi then smiled, shrugging. “Besides, I trust you. It’s okay. Do you know how to bat?”

You seemed a little hesitant, still, but eventually shook your head. “No. I wasn’t really a sports person.”

“Alright, I’ll teach you!”

You stumbled a little when he immediately stepped up behind you, about to question him, before falling quiet because his hands wrapped around yours. His hands were so much larger, and so warm.

“You ready? Part your legs like this, okay?”

You nodded once, shifting your feet around until they were where he wanted them, and he hummed a satisfied noise into your hair. He was watching you quite closely, fondly, as you listened to him.

“Back straight. Arms up.”

He guided your arms up, and thus you twisted with him.

He squeezed your hands gently before completely ruining the entire thing, and forcing you to swing the bat, causing you both to stumble over each other and hit the ground.

He’d at least had the mind to catch you before you hit the ground, but that didn’t stop you from yelling at him.

“Why would you do that while still holding me?!”

He laughed from underneath you, and you looked over your shoulder to huff at him.

“I caught you, didn’t I? Learnt how to do that pretty well during games, too-“

“I’m not a baseball!”

He let you smack his chest a couple times before you hopped to your feet, stomping off to fetch the bat you’d thrown in the process of being tripped over.

Takeshi went to apologise after getting to his feet, but you waved the bat at him, so he stayed quiet.

“This time, just tell me if it’s right, and I’ll swing on my own!”

“Oh!” His heart warmed. “It’s way more fun when you scream and fall over-“

“Do you want me to hit you with this? Just guide me!”

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For the bbb, can I request xanxus and throat, if it counts?? Thank you!!!

ohhh yes, thank you!! I don’t write Xanxus often so it was nice to do this! and of course the throat counts; I think that area has potential for good fics!! Xanxus is maybe like, 5 years older than present time Xanxus idk for sake of his character being right and more laidback

character/s: 5yl!xanxus, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: 398

warnings: alright he insults you and swears, reader has a gnarly bruise (I’m no medical expert, used what research I could get. neck bruises move towards the collarbones apparently?), and then also he may as well be flirting with reader. lol

prompt: xanxus + throat (body bonanza)

God, you were so stupid. So utterly dumb. For an assassin of your level, with attention from the kind of people the Varia were, you were just so utterly stupid.

And, while he liked having you around to see what you did, Xanxus hated these moments. You were usually kind of funny, pissing off his subordinates, but there were times like these.

“What the fuck is that?” He’d asked so eloquently, too, and you rasped your way through the explanation before ending it with a dazzling display of shaking your hands around your entirely purple throat.

You were a top assassin, a Varia member no less. You wore the same dumb uniform everyone else did, though unbuttoned now, and yet… You were capable of killing people in ways that even he thought was almost impressive, and then you turned around and got punched in the throat hard enough to fully bruise.

Sure, the guy died, but you still got punched in the throat. Like an idiot.

So now, you were left bumming around near him, quieter than you’d ever been, with the intent of helping him with paperwork. No voice meant no orders for anyone working with you, or no interrogation for the people you caught.

Also, your neck hurt like a bitch. You’d explained that part quite thoroughly, despite how much it supposedly hurt to talk, too.

Xanxus waved you closer to his desk, and you obeyed. You were good at listening, so you rarely got yelled at. Probably for the best, really.

You leaned forward when he motioned you to, hovering halfway over his desk, before freezing when a large hand wrapped around your throat.

You watched his face for any kind of expression, something to tell you what in the god damn hell he was doing, but got nothing.

So, you stayed still when he slowly slid his hand down to rest across your collarbones.

“This bruise is fucking huge, you know.”

You blinked slowly, and he lifted a brow at you. “Ah.” It was almost like an old cat making a noise, and he snorted at the sound.

“Aren’t I your superior? Pay attention, idiot.”

You lurched back quickly before blanching, bringing your own hand to your neck. That had hurt.

Xanxus slumped back into his seat and pointed at you, the epitome of smug. “Purple looks good on you, actually.”

So did red.