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I did It!! Ahahahahahjsjx I made the most sassy, dramatic and evil Starscream animatic imaginable >:D
Music: Hell to your doorstep - vocal cover by Caleb Hyles
RJJFHHH I LOVE THIS TROPE <333
hi!!! im new on here and ive been binge reading all of ur stuff 😭 im not sure if this is where you send reqs but if it is in begging for an older brother’s best friend trope w katsuki 🙏 i absolutely adore this trope and i js imagine katsuki pretending to be so annoying w picking you up or ‘babysitting you’ for his friend bur he secretly rlly likes it. thank u sm! <3
OMG HELLLOOO!! THANK YOU FOR BINGE READING MY STUFF!! this is where u send requests and I’m totally inlove with this idea you just opened my eyes. 2 POSTS IN 1 DAYYY?? I’m spoiling all 50 of my followers 🙏
Off-limits, Right? — katsuki bakugo
IN WHICH…katsuki was your older brothers bestfriend, you hated him, he hated you, I mean why else would he constantly tease you? so yeah, you guys hated eachother. right…?
Pairing; Katsuki bakugo x Afab!reader
Content contains; fem!reader, SUGGESTIVE! mdni, swearing, corny scenarios, katsuki uses ‘princess’ in a mocking way, reader is 19, katsuki is 21, and brother is 22, swearing.
Word count; smth over 1k
A/N; this was a wonderful request I’m sorry I couldn’t do it justice !! 😩 I hope ur happy with the result nonetheless!! <3
he was insufferable, he just couldn’t leave you alone. everytime he comes over to hang out with your brother, you avoid him and stay in your room at pretty much all costs; yet he always finds a way to still get under your nerves.
the stupid calls behind the door as they make their way to your brothers room,
“aww princess, you don’t miss me?” he yells behind the door, you can hear the cocky bastards smirk. you groan and just ignore him as he laughs with your brother. stupid boys.
it doesn’t stop there though, if you ever decide to come out of your room you better prayyyy hes not down there because he’s teasing you to absolutely no end.
“oh the beast has awoken I see?” he smirks and rests his elbows on the kitchen island, eyeing you up and down like you were a piece of meat. you roll your eyes and continue to open your fridge and get a drink.
“would you just shut up for once katsuki?” you bite back and he lets out an airy mocking laugh, putting his hands up in fake defense.
“easy there, just playin around sleeping beauty.” that stupid smirk never leaving his lips, you groan and grab your drink before descending up the stairs back to your room.
and you see, it would be a lot easier to avoid katsuki if him and your brother weren’t constantly in eachothers back pocket. It was frustrating, all you wanted was for him to leave you alone!
and then the worst possible thing happened.
“yoo, y/n.” your brothers voice speaks, tapping you on the shoulder, you tilt your head to look over your shoulder and hum a response. “okay don’t kill me but..memomanddadaregoingtoabarandkatsukihastobabysityou.” you stare at him blankly.
“okay what the actual fuck did you just say to me.” he takes in a deep breath and repeats himself slower. “me mom and dad are going to a bar and katsuki has to babysit you.” he has an anxious scrunch plastered on his face, prepared for you to blow up.
“what the HELL?” you slam the book you were reading closed, the sound echoed through the house. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter! I’m 19!” he sighs and attempts to calm you down.
“I know, i know, I agree! I tried to tell mom and dad that but I guess they just didn’t trust you…” you scoff at this and slouch in your seat with another loud groan rumbling past your lips.
“so they decide to have fucking katsuki babysit me? you know how much I hate him.” you glare up at him and he sighs for you.
“yeah I know..look it’s only for one night! I’m sure you’ll survive right?” you scoff at him and slam yourself up from the couch and reach your room, spending the rest of your time there before katsuki shows up.
‘ding dong’ you hear the doorbell and immediately plant your face in your pillow, mentally preparing for the night you’re about to have. you can hear him buttering up your parents, talking about how their ‘precious daughter’ is in wonderful hands. what a fucking joke. the minute everybody left, he sighs before yelling up the stairs.
“you gonna sit up in your room the whole time?” you can hear the cockiness dripping in his tone even through a whole staircase and your door. you sigh, bouncing off your bed and opening your door walking down the stairs with the least pleasant expression on your face.
“ah there’s the princess, wipe that look off your face. I’m not any happier about this.” you scoff and continue your walking down the stairs, reaching him at the bottom and glaring into his eyes. “yeah right.” you remark sarcastically and push past his shoulder and walk back to your spot on the couch. he sighs to himself and grouchily walks over to sit next to you, creating a respective distance.
“the tv remotes right here,” you toss it at him and he catches with no problems, gosh fucking loser has to be good at everything. “put whatever you want on, I don’t care.” you dismiss him and open your book again, deciding that’s the best way to drown him out.
“oh so the princess isn’t always cold hearted?” he bit his lip partially with a slight smirk, you couldn’t help but shy away from his gaze back onto your book and stutter out a ‘yeah whatever..’ he put on some creepy ass movie, you weren’t even watching it but the noises and jumpscares were kind of getting to you, you put the book down for one second and then got invested into the movie, katsuki took notice of this but decided to not say anything to scare you off just yet.
a certain jumpscare got to you, and you flinched with a high pitched ‘eek!’ he only laughed at you and looked at you with a faux mocking pout.
“aww princess you scared?” his pout turned into a smirk, and he licked his lips slightly. “s-shut up katsuki.” you roll your eyes and attempt to play it off before he just has to open his mouth again.
“cmon you want me to hold you so the monsters won’t get you?” he opens his arms and laughs when you immediately protest. “ew, katsuki! quit!” he nonetheless throws your ‘stupid’ book across the room and before you even have time to think he’s grabbing you by the shoulders and planting you on his lap.
“katsuki— eugh— let me go!” you whine trying to wiggle out of his grasp, he sighs before speaking, “keep movin like that on me and you’re definitely not going.” you gasp at his comment and hit him on the arm.
“gross katsuki!” he just laughs and you eventually accept your fate on his lap, trying to avoid the fact you’re on your older brothers bestfriends lap. You continue on with the movie, eventually relaxing into katsukis hold when another jumpscare causes you to jump in his hold, he mocks you with a laugh and suddenly his mouth is very close to your ear, you can feel his hot breath trickling down your neck and it causes you to stiffen. “you scared, princess?” he whispers deeply into your ear, you try to shake off the flustered feeling and shake your head no.
“are you sure? maybe this will help take your mind off things.” and before you can even think to protest, your being spinned around on his lap, face to face with him. your legs were straddling either side of his now and he rests his hand on your lower back, pushing you closer to him.
“katsuki— mm!” you were cut off to him pressing a kiss to your lips, even though your mind was telling you ‘no, no, back away!’ your body seemed to have a different idea, leaning into his touch and kissing right back causing his signature smirk to envelop his face, smiling into the kiss.
it turned into a heated makeout session, your hands resting on his neck, one of his hands rubbing down your back and the other behind your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. the only thing that could be heard was the movie you had both long forgotten about and the smacks of your lips colliding.
“you don’t know—“ he breathes out before planting another kiss to you, “—how long I’ve wanted this.” you continue your assault to his lips and only pull away for a short response back. “yeah?” he hums an agreement into the kiss, at this point you’re practically grinding on eachother, your brows furrowing and mouth parting slightly, and suddenly it all hits you.
you pull away abruptly, his lips chasing yours before a look of confusion wipes over his face. “we shouldn’t be doing this.” you speak and nervously tuck your hair behind your ears. “well it’s a little late for that princess…” you groan and bury your head in your hands, what were you thinking?
“I mean we don’t really have to stop now—“ you shush him quickly, he rolls his eyes but listens nonetheless, as if on que you can here the doorknob jiggle, you spring off his lap and back onto your designated place on the couch, katsuki grabs a pillow to cover his crotch which you gave him a disgusted look for, as if you werent practically leaking through your panties right now.
they walk through the door, everybody greeting their hellos before your mother speaks up at the sight, “aw look at you two! finally getting along I see?” you grumble at her words but katsuki speaks up with a sly grin, “you could say that.” she gushes over this fact, katsuki was always her favorite friend of your brothers. only you and him knew the true meaning behind his words, eventually everybody gets ready to part their goodbyes, and you’re about to ascend up the stairs again before katsuki calls your name.
you spin around to face him, and stride over he unexpectedly hugs you, which your mother ‘awe’s’ at, little did she know he just whispered ‘call me.’ in your ear, leaving you a flustered mess, you say your quick goodbye and rush up to your room.
what we’re you gonna do.
a/n; if this does well I’ll do part 2 but prolly not
I love them, and they love each other
Chat, Im in a real pickle rn.
I have a massive crush on my best friend, and everyone else I've talked to says it sounds like we're already dating and just haven't outright said so. So far, we've gone on a shopping trip that culminated in dinner at an Applebee's, we've planned a vacation with just the two of us as an escape from work where she agreed to let me act as a housewife(long story that), we're going to see the Hatsune Miku movie together, like we have all these "dates" planned but idk if she sees them like I do. Also! I got her to agree to stay on call whilst I drifted off to sleep(which fell through when the call dropped, but it was super sweet), and like, ahhhh wth do I do, chat
tsujimura! *twinkle twinkle*
IM SCREAMING AND THIS LOWKEY REMINDS ME TO POST THE FICS IN MY DRAFTS THANK YOU BAE
hiii i luv u and ur fics and can i request more joao please? there’s barely anything for him now! similar to your headcanons-what about where he takes makeup off for reader when she’s tired? xoxo
✮ Reverie - João Felix
joão felix x fem!reader
sy: when joão helps you remove your makeup after a tiring day.
a/n: this is just a short drabble until i finish five/six fics which should be published within a week or so! (another one for joão, one for torre, one for hector, one for bernal, one for charles, and maybe one for pedri) & also thank u ily 💓
warnings: no
joão came home late again, finding the house all quiet and eerie. the lights were off, curtains shut and many throwovers wearily scattered along the rim of the sofa.
the only source of light was the faint glow coming from upstairs, as he followed the light, his steps quiet, to end up at the foot of your bedroom door.
he gently pushed it open, the wood creaking at the sudden movement. as he stepped inside into the dim room, it was all similarly still—eerily silent, except for the small lamp set on the nightstand.
instantly, his eyes were drawn to you—already curled up on the bed, half-asleep, your makeup still on from the tiring day you endured.
“hey love,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. “you forgot to take your makeup off.”
you groaned lightly, eyes barely opening. “too tired.” you murmured something of a sentence and buried your face further into the duvet.
“stay here,” joão ordered mellowly, peppering a kiss to the back of your hand, before disappearing into the bathroom. by now, he was an expert at this routine, and so instinctively rummaged through the cabinets to find the things needed.
a moment later, he returned with a small bowl of warm water, a soft cloth, and some cotton pads saturated with micellar water.
he reclaimed his spot besides you, gently dipping the cloth into the bowl. “let me help you.”
joão began by carefully pressing the damp cloth to your forehead, feeling the tension in your skin ease under his touch.
the brunette wiped at your cheeks, his hands steady and patient as if he were savouring the simple intimacy. each stroke removed a layer of the day—both physically and mentally—as you found yourself sinking further into the plush pillows.
slowly, the exhaustion that had been brewing inside all day seemed to dissipate under his loving devotion.
he moved to your eyes next, the mascara clinging stubbornly to your lashes. his movements were tender, deliberately cautious to not tug or hurt you.
you barely registered the sensation—your body too drained to protest. a hushed sigh of relief escaped your lips, with your eyes glued shut, as his fingertips soothed away the remnants of your makeup.
“almost done,” he muttered. his fingers lingered on your skin a moment longer, appreciating your raw beauty.
to him, makeup or not, you were perfect.
“there, im all finished now.” he murmured, setting the cloth aside. “now you can sleep meu amor.”
you stirred, reaching out to lace his hand with yours and squeezing it lazily. “thank you baby.” your voice still thick with drowsiness.
“anytime,” he chuckled tacitly, circling his thumb the soft curve of your cheek. “get some rest.”
he took his own advice, swiftly settling besides you on his side of the bed. he cradled you close to his chest possessively, as you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
joão stayed awake for a while longer, listening to your regular heartbeats against his own as he ensured you were fully asleep.
OU MY GOD WHAT IZ TJIZ BEAUTY. IM HONNA AZCEND TO THE HEAVEANZ
dazai pick me lmao
𝕴'𝖒 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖑, 𝖔𝖍, 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑, 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖆𝖘, 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞...
OMG GURL I AM LISTENING TO IT RN AND I SAW THIS. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOOOTTTT 🤭💖✨
This song omg 💗
i can live through one thousand lifetimes and I would still want you in all of them
I don't think you understand
THIS!? *pointing at my partners beautiful face* This is perfect. THIS is what I think about as I lay down to sleep. This is... A masterpiece. Some may even say the greatest creature ever made. Some is me. I'm saying that.
I love you, and I'm going to explode
whomstever the fuck sent brett baty down i hope your every sandwich is wet until you call him back up again
When you're in love with your OC…
Dick puts everything on the line. He's the last one standing. The rest of the Titans are down. He dies making sure that they, and the world, can live.
Then he wakes up, staring at a ceiling dotted with glow in the dark stars, very confused.
There's a redheaded teenager who calls herself Jazz, who seems suspicious of him. He had parents, ghost hunters who are definitely breaking many, many laws, who love him dearly.
He has a pair of very close friends, Tucker and Sam, who also do not trust him.
There was a funeral for Dick Grayson, he looked it up. There was a corpse and everything, cremated exactly as he had demanded after learning what had happened to Jason.
Just in case it's a fluke, and he's about to be thrown out of a body that isn't his, he doesn't reach out to anyone in the hero community just yet. Instead, he decides to look into who, exactly, is Daniel Fenton, and why do his friends and sister keep looking at him like he's a spy?
Or; Danny, growing more and more powerful as a halfa, was starting to have his ghostlyness leak through to his human form. He asked Clockwork if there was a future where Jack and Maddie would ever accept him being half ghost, and Clockwork informed him that no, there was not. So Danny worked with the Yetis in the Far Frozen to make a lifeless clone of himself, with the intent to fake his death and live on in the Realms. So when Jazz came into his room, fully expecting a lifeless clone, only to find the clone not only alive but fully functional, she's suspicious.
Triple Identity Crisis
Danny had a problem. If it was a big one, he couldn't tell yet but he was partially sure Clockwork was at fault for this. Or at least he wanted to blame his ghostly godparent who most likely just wanted to cause some chaos for entertainment with the pretext of helping Danny. Which was a very likely reason for why Danny had a problem right now.
As it was the former Fenton now Fenton-Wayne boy was pacing his room in the Manor trying to think what is next step should be, because as it was his 'new' family –Did new still apply if he was living with them for a little more than a year now? – knew him under three different Identities now. And to top it all off they were not aware that the three identities were all pretty much connected as one.
For one. His family, knew him as Danny, the space obsessed kid, who became a meta because of his ectobiology science obsessed parents and his teenager recklessness. A kid that was actually a genius if you gave him enough time for school and could make you anything out of a ancients be damed toaster. That was the Danny they mainly knew. The Kid they took in, let in on the family business and then chose, to the happiness of Alfred and dismay of some of his 'new' siblings, normal life over vigilante life.
Then they knew Phantom. A dead ghost hero that was helping the Justice League and Young Justice to help them deal with the aftermath of the huge fallout caused by the GIW, Guys in White or rather Ghost Investigation Ward. And while Danny didn't know he had apparently worked with nearly his entire family and that time he knew it now. Which was awkward because he had pretty much pestered one of his elder brothers about his condition until Red Hood, aka Jason, let Phantom help him. Ancient, things might get awkward if that secret is lifted. He had done a lot of things Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan and Robin had scowled him for. Thankfully they only thought of him as a dead teen hero and didn't know what a Halfa was. So they didn't make the connection, and he had yet to meet Signal, aka Duke as Phantom.
Now came the third identity, which totally did not happen by his choice. After all officially he hadn't accepted the throne yet and would only get it once he was dead dead not half dead. To bad ancient texts don't care about formalities. So when trouble hit the fan really hard the Justice League Dark had the bright Idea of getting some other worldly help. Which in other words was summoning the Ghost King. Oh boy, was it fun to learn that way that Danny could get summoned against his will. Clockwork did not give him that warning when he told him about the future of his afterlife. But best of all? Oh he doesn't get summoned as Phantom which would have made things maybe a bit easier, oh no. Life wasn't easy. He got someone's in some as a super weird black-green mass of a formless eltrich body with sharp teeth, claws and glowing green eyes with no pupils or irises. Hell Danny even scared himself when he saw his own reflection in a window and he didn't have a single idea how to change his form.
Let it be known that Danny acted then on purpose like he didn't know a single person in that room he had been summoned in right out of his bed and that he wasn't staring at his adoptive father like he needed help who interpreted his stare as the ghost king sizing him up. And Danny knows this because Dick had a good laugh about that at the dinner table with the rest of his siblings.
Now a smart person would probably come clean to his family and explain to them the three identities they knew him under and how they are connected.
To bad Danny wasn't 'smart' when it came to things like that. No in his panic and newfound awkwardness of the situation of what he had done on separate occasions with his identity as Phantom AND Ghost King, he decided to keep acting like he didn't knew them personally like the truely does. Really how hard could that be? Besides he liked the way his family threaten him now. He didn't want to get threaten differently because he was half dead, or a Ghost King. He liked that his family was treating him as plain old Danny who had an obsession with space and was their quirkily little brother with powers.
So that gave him even more incentive to keep the act up. Even if it was hard at times, especially if he got summoned out of nowhere. It would be easier if he could get a hang of the duplication power. He even had played with the thought of getting one of his ghost rogues to help but his family was perceptive. Maybe not perceptive enough to realise that all three identities were one and the same person but they would notice if Danny acted just slightly different or if Phantom was more of then usually. But somehow he still managed to keep it up.
But it was the hard way that he learned, Danny was bad at doing the 'talking' and realized that maybe Jazz was right and he was going to slip up one day causing huge misunderstandings like right now.
He stared down at Batman and Nightwing in his Ghost King form. Red Hood had his guns pulled on him, Wonder Woman and Superman looked like they where going to try to pull back Batman any second now while Nightwing, maybe at first was going to try to calm down the bat but Danny was pretty sure the eldest bat kid was now fiercely glaring at him too. He was also pretty sure the only reason he didn't see Red Robin or Robin threaten him too was because their super friends were somehow holding them back. For their own or his safety he doesn't know at the moment.
Because apparently the Bats did not fear fighting otherworldly beings to protect one of their own.
"What did you just say about Danny Fentons death?!" Batman grunted out and Danny just knew his adoptive father was glaring at him. Ancients Danny cursed his brain to mouth filter right now. As he had the collective hero scene before him staring at his Ghost King form. Would this be a good or bad moment to come completely clean or maybe he should find some kind of philosophical bullshit of 'All things death belong to him'....
Halloween prompts year 2 day 22
A quiet beeping came from Red Robins wrist computer, puzzling him. A break in? At one of his more affluent safe houses? At this time of day?
He pulled up footage from his hidden cameras for see a kid around 14 riffling through his cabinets, only to take a box of pop tarts before bolting, looking super guilty the entire time.
Over pop tarts.
Of course Tim didn't call the police. It was pop tarts and the kid looked like he needed them too.
About a week later the kid came back. He slowly crept around the place, poking things, moving furniture around by an inch or so before deciding it was safe to steal more food. It was always things too small for Tim to care about and honestly wouldn't even notice were missing unless he had been craving them beforehand.
After another week he came back and had the audacity to actually take a shower. It was then that Tim realized what was happening.
The kid must have had never seen any police arrive after the break in and thought there was no security at all. An empty rich guys apartment with full working amenities was a perfect place for a homeless kid to live.
Tim was about to call in an anonymous tip to the authorities so he could be placed in the foster system when the kid jolted and briefly flicked invisible. That changed things. Checking the outside cameras revealed that a minor car accident happened outside. He could understand the kid being a homeless runaway if he had powers that could activate suddenly when startled.
So he let the kid stay, making sure to sneak in and keep the groceries and toiletries stalked up whenever the kid went out for the night. Kid always came back in the morning to eat and sleep and Tim made it a habit to keep tabs on the kid even while he was doing other things.
Tim stared at his computer screen, wondering if this counted as "Stalker Tendencies"
Tim hadn't yet realized he had adopted this child-emotionally if nothing else. He keeps feeling really proud of himself whenever he gets his child to eat properly and leaves little recipe cards and stuff in the cabinets with the food.
Danny thinks the apartment is magic
you think you’re going to have a normal field trip and she shows up wyd (cw *slight* flashing images)
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Copied some panels from battle of the banned to practice inking/anatomy! Had a lot of fun with this
this is just part 1. Yes. There's more. There's a lot. I almost died. But my brain wouldn't leave me alone part 2
My Fall Out Boy t-shirt omg it's perfect😍 this birthday is awesome😃
Let’s start posting some of my G1 works, starting with Powermaster Optimus Prime, not quite Super Ginrai :)
Animated this for work a few months back but thought now would be a more appropriate time of the year to post it. Happy Halloween!
Iris
Summary: In the early morning light, Leon finally decides to propose to you.
Pairing: DI!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k words
Warnings: Fluff, swearing
A/N: This was a cute one! Definitely took me a bit to write (thank you ADHD), but I hope you guys enjoy this cute lil tidbit :))) Title from "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls
Every attempt Leon had made to propose to you had fallen through, somehow. Whether it was a phone call from the DSO causing him to cancel the dinner reservation at that fancy restaurant you liked, or his own nervousness causing him to chicken out at the last second, he’d been holding onto that ring box for two months now.
It had a special home, permanently tucked away in the inside pocket of his favorite leather jacket. Every movement he made, he’d feel its curved edge press against his ribcage, its presence a reminder of a burning love he couldn’t quite manifest into words. Leon never really had a way with words when it came to being serious, preferring to decorate his own dialogue with quipping remarks or “dad jokes” that earned him more eyerolls than giggles.
Every so often, he tried to work up enough courage to ask you. A man, military trained to have nerves of steel, would stand frozen behind you. The beautiful and expensive ring, with a center stone he knew was your favorite, would teeter in his trembling fingers as he stared down your figure from behind. Leon usually ended up tucking it away in his pocket the second you would turn around, acting inconspicuous like he just hadn’t tried to propose. Then, there was the one time you turned around a bit faster than expected, and he’d quickly chucked the ring behind him to avoid detection. He spent thirty minutes on his hands and knees in the backyard trying to find it after that.
Leon’s pride kept him from reaching out to any of his friends, specifically Claire or Rebecca, for help on the matter. Surely, they’d have much better ideas than the ones he’d attempted to conjure up only to scrap them hours later, but where was the fun in that? You deserved a man, a soon-to-be fiance, who could plan something like this on his own. Even if at one point, he’d considered slipping the ring on your finger while you slept just to wait for you to notice.
Until one morning, he’d decided enough was enough. He was going to propose to you, extravagant dinners and bouquets of roses be damned.
“Coffee?” Your sleepy voice sounded through the kitchen as you heard his slow, shuffling footsteps.
He smiled softly to himself, taking in your disheveled sleep shirt and tousled bed head as you stood in front of the kitchen counter, lazily measuring out coffee grounds through bleary eyes. He loved you like this the most: in your natural beauty, face bare and clothes minimal. When you thought you looked like a trainwreck, he only saw what he assumed to be a modern adaption of Aphrodite herself. You were breathtakingly beautiful without even trying.
“Please,” he yawned, still half-awake himself as the early morning light spilled through the kitchen blinds, illuminating your figure in a heavenly glow. Leon’s eyes shifted towards that leather jacket of his, hung over one of the kitchen chair’s from his arrival home the night before. He thought of the ring, safely tucked away in the inside pocket. Without much of a thought, he slowly inched towards the chair with his eyes trained on you the entire time.
You didn’t seem to notice, focused on filling the coffee pot with water from the sink faucet. You yawned softly, stretching your arms above your head with a whine as the water slowly filled the glass pot.
Leon used your noises to his advantage, quickly fishing around his jacket until his fingers firmly clasped around the velvet box. He pulled his hand back, holding it behind him as he walked up behind you. You’d woken up a bit more, pouring the water into the coffee maker and setting the pot in its place. Once you’d reached up for the cabinet to grab two mugs, he snaked his free arm around your waist. He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck.
“Mmm,” you hummed softly, smiling as you leaned back against his chest. “It’s a little early for that.”
Leon chuckled lowly, vibrations transferring from his chest to your back as he pressed against you. He waited for you to lower the mugs to the counter before he spoke again. “Close your eyes, baby.”
You huffed a laugh, raising an eyebrow as you tried to turn your head back. He blocked your movement by pressing his chin to your cheek, lightly scratching the smooth surface of your skin with his stubble. You could feel his mouth stretched into a grin, which only widened your own smile as you reluctantly closed your eyes. “What’re you up to now?” You murmured, giggling gently as he kept his face pressed against yours.
“Just trust me,” he whispered, checking to make sure your eyes were closed before he pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. He brought his other arm around, now holding your waist fully with his forearms as he held his hands out in front of you. He opened the ring box, holding it up enough for you to eventually see. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the gem that sparkled as the rays of sunlight lighting up your kitchen caught it. “Okay, you can open them.”
You hesitated, a subtle bubble of anticipation building in your stomach as you prepared yourself to open your eyes. It was either a sweet gift that he’d brought home like he did every so often after a particularly long mission, or something to irritate you with his playfulness. You briefly remembered the time he’d “surprised” you with a frog that had made its way inside the house, scaring the shit out of you as he held it up to your face. Hoping it was not the latter, you opened your eyes and looked down.
It felt like all the oxygen in your lungs had been plucked by fingers of ember, warmth spreading through your system as your eyes widened. You looked at the ring, polished and sat atop a plush pillow inside the little black box. Its gold band glistened, and the gem reflected the light passing through it against the top, creating the smallest rainbow that shook with Leon’s trembling hands. You could feel his breath, airy yet forcefully controlled, fanning across your neck. Even the nervous swallow you felt, his throat bobbing against your shoulder as he leaned his head down.
“Leon-” you started, eyes wide as you looked down at the ring some more. Your brain tried as much as it could to register through the shock as you managed to spin around, your chest bumping against his as he now pinned you against the counter. He looked so nervous, timid in a way you’d never seen before. “Are you..?”
Leon opened his mouth, blue eyes full of uncertainty and the wholesome storm of love, before he shut it quickly. He even blushed, pulling the hand that held the box to hover between the two of you as he leaned back slightly. Looking down at the ring, he smiled nervously and even let out a sheepish chuckle, that red flush spreading up his neck and onto the expanse of his softly-lined face. His darkened hair fell over his eyes, causing him to look much younger than he truly was in that moment.
“I- Well, fuck,” he huffed after stumbling over his own words. “Had a whole speech planned, but I can’t even get the words out.” He chuckled again, dragging his unoccupied hand over his mouth as he tried to think of something on the spot. Leon loved you so much, that much was evident from the ring’s dazzling appearance alone, but the words were just stuck in his throat like a week-long cold.
Your surprised face quickly melted, lips curling upwards as the warming excitement filled your entire being. A giggle left you, hands coming up to cup his face as tilt it towards you. “Yes,” you said breathlessly, the slightest water of tears encroaching your lashes as you took it all in. He’s proposing to me.
Leon faltered, eyebrows shooting up as he looked down at you, momentarily stunned. Your words took a second longer than normal to register as he slowly smiled back at you. “Not even going to let me say it?” His deep voice came out in a breathy whisper similar to your own volume, relief and adoration spreading across his face the longer he gazed into your watering eyes.
You bit your lip, blushing at your own hasty answer before you nodded. Taking in a deep breath, you motioned a hand for him to continue. A muffled giggle left you as he grinned back at you.
Leon’s lips were now curved into a beaming smile, one that definitely hurt the muscles in his cheeks as he looked down at the ring seemingly in thought. He slowly sunk down to one knee before you on the kitchen floor, holding the box up between you with that stupid smile. You could tell by the way that he was blinking that he was desperately holding back his own tears of sheer happiness.
He said your name softly, his voice filled to the brim with all the love he held for you. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” your earlier answer came much faster this time around as you buzzed with giddiness. A soft sniffle left you as he took the ring from the box and slipped it onto your outstretched hand. The band was a perfect fit around your ring finger, sitting perfectly. You waited until he stood back up to throw your arms around him, knocking him back a step from the sheer force of your embrace. You leaned your head up, kissing him eagerly yet passionately as his strong arms wrapped around your waist once more.
The aroma of coffee brewing filled the air around you as the loving kisses lingered. You knew now that it would forever be your favorite scent, all thanks to this moment.
Laundry Day: Sanemi X F!Reader
Tw: Olfactophilia/osmolagnia (sniffing/smelling kinks linked to body odor), F!Reader that is a Hashira (breathing style/appearance not specified). Implied and stated dirty thoughts, pining from the reader, ending in a more mutual pining.
A/N: This brain worm needed to be born. Hopefully I can crank out the 2nd chapter soon that'll be nice and smutty. Yall enjoy ><
Hashira meetings were efficient, in more ways than one. If there wasn't something that required immediate attention, there were many things that could be said and done at Ubuyashiki Manor.
One of the biggest things to tackle? Laundry.
The life of a Demon Slayer, especially a Hashira, was a grueling and gross endevour. And more times than not, laundry was the biggest task to overcome on days with extended down time.
To make this burden easier, the Hashiras would often rotate out 2 or 3 slayers at a time to help each other catch up on laundry. As bonus, this would free up other Hashira's time to run other errands or take some time to themselves. This time was no exception.
During this cycle, Mitsuri was to attend to women's uniforms, while Sanemi was in charge of the men's.
Being a hashira yourself, you never really minded laundry much. And, you knew that Mitsuri HATED doing it all alone...
So there you were, strolling up to the usual room where yours, Shinobu's, and Mitsuri's laundry would be. And as you were nearing the door, you take a brief pause. You felt something was a little... off...
As you stood by the sliding door, you didn't see Mitsuri's visage... but Sanemi's. This was strange, because you knew for a fact that the men's washroom was a completely seperate room.
You were concentrating intently, ensuring that you weren't detectable. Luckily, your breathing technique helped to make sure your footsteps were silent.
The sliding door was cracked, which saved you the trouble of having to open it yourself... And now, you were faced with an interesting sight.
Mitsuri and Shinobu's clothing were left in their packs, seemingly untouched... but yours was dumped onto the floor next to the wash bin. He was stooped over it all, rummaging. You were a little unnerved, but couldn't help but feel your chest tighten.
It certainly wasn't a secret that you had pined for Sanemi... but... why now, was HE the one being secretive around you and your things?
And that's when you saw it. You nearly gasped when he found a pair of your undergarments. Your face heated up as he looked to them, running a calloused finger over the delicate fabric that you wore just a day or so ago.
And, before you could even process it, you saw him bring it closer to his face, and inhale deeply. Your mouth hung open, throat parched. You felt the awkward impulse to look away, but you couldn't help yourself... it was like watching a house fire: you simply couldn't look away.
You felt yourself become even more flustered as you watched the imaginary weight fall off of Sanemi' shoulders. His expression was hard to read, but you did notice his expression softening, especially in his eyes. Before something darker clouded them... a murkiness you hadn't seen before.
You see him take a pause, before looking toward the sliding door curiously. You panic, backing away with a start. But for what it's worth, he didn't seem to see you.
You hear a sigh, and some shuffling, before Sanemi's footsteps approach the sliding door. Your mind races, and your body immediately launches into full stealth mode. You practically flung yourself around the corner, crouching low to the ground to wait for him to exit.
You hear Sanemi enter the hallway, before turning the other way. Surely he was heading towards the men's washroom... or his own room.
Your mind was racing, still reeling from what you saw-- or at least what you thought you saw??
But who were you kidding!!! There's only one reason he'd do something like that with undergarments like that... USED ones, in fact.
You felt yourself sinking all the way to the floor, stooping over as you hold your flushed face. Sanemi was definitely a bit perverted... there's not a doubt in your mind about that. HOWEVER: you needed to know if this stimmed past you to the other Hashiras.
For a moment, you felt uneasy, knowing that Mitsuri and Shinobu would honestly kick his ass for this... but, your heart still fluttered at the thought that maybe, JUST maybe, he was secretly burning for you, too. And only for you.
You could barely contain yourself. The curiosity was killing you. You had to know the answer as soon as possible, or it'd eat you alive.
You waited a minute or two, to ensure you didn't see or hear anyone else, before briskly entering the laundry room.
While you're there, you may as well help Mitsuri get the laundry going... you start to sort the piles of clothes from the 3 Hashira's batches. And once you've fully sorted yours, you reached the conclusion you feared (maybe hoped for?)...
A pair of your underwear, for sure, was gone... BUT: Mitsuri's and Shinobu's remained untouched.
You didn't know whether to sigh in relief, or slap yourself silly. Your face was heating up again as you shuffled over to the washing basin. Maybe clearing your mind can help you rationalize things, and help you figure out how to confront your male peer.
You curse aloud, remembering that you'd still need to grab some water from the spring nearby--
"Oiiii~ someone there?" You hear suddenly, a familiar, sing songy voice cutting through your internal dialogue. You smile brightly as Mitsuri walks in, two large buckets of water in her arms.
"A-Ahh! Mitsuri-san! Thanks for bringing that in. I was actually coming to help you out a bit...," you stammer. But to your credit, you weren't lying.
Mitsuri all too happily dumps the water into the scrubbing basin and rinsing basin, giddy as she goes to hug you," Aww, I should be thanking you! You have everything already sorted! You've always been so sweet, Y/N-chan!" You laughed as Mitsuri nuzzles your cheek with her own, squeezing you tightly before pulling back.
"Well then, I'll gladly take the help! It'll be really nice to catch up with you too, after all this time Y/N-chan~!"
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After all the gossiping and scrubbing you've done, you hope to not lift a finger for the rest of the evening. But, watching the clothing billow in the summer heat made you feel accomplished.
Everything was hung and drying nicely, with hopes of being ready for tomorrow morning.
Mitsuri thanks you again for a job well done, and gives you the last of her sakura mochi to snack on (much to your protest). After bidding her well, you start to head to your room to relax until dinner.
As you continue on, your mind starts to wander again. Your eyelids grow heavy as the images run wild in your head. Sanemi didn't just take them by accident, no... he wanted them. He may have other plans with your undergarments, too...
Was it just a passing phase or an accident? A dare by Tengen? Trophies???
Your face turns a light pink at the thought. No, no, no... the way he breathed in and relaxed like that... was he-- would he--??
Your internal rambling was cut short, as you run face first into a firm chest. You reel back, reflexively apologizing before you tensing up. Sanemi was looking down at you, a half-hearted snarl on his face.
"Watch it, shortstack," he gruffs, curtly side stepping around you. You hesitate a moment, before turning a full 180.
"H-Hey!!! I actually... wanted to talk to you!" You blurt," I-Its urgent!"
Sanemi pauses, turning around to face you," Hah? About what?," he retorts, his eyes leering at you. You could feel his intensity more than usual, making you almost squirm under his gaze.
"A-Actually... I wanted to talk more... privately. I want to be discreet," you rasp out, trying to find your voice again. Why were you getting so shy now?!? HE should be the one that's embarrassed!!!
Sanemi huffs," Just bring it up at the meeting," he says dismissively, turning away," I'm sure whatever it is can wait until after dinner--"
Impulsively, you go to grab his arm, and in the blink of an eye, he has you by your wrist, halting your attempt to grab him. Both of you look to each other, one firmly and the other with a scowl.
"...Sanemi-san... for your sake, I would rather keep things... b-between us, for now. It's something... the others don't need to know about," you nearly whisper, though your tone is much more firm than before.
You look up to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes," It's a secret, if you'll have me..."
Sanemi, now seemingly interested, decides to let go of your wrist, turning towards you again,"... hmph. Well, I'm listening."
You sigh in exasperation, before shoving him playfully," Not here, dumbass!!! Somewhere more private!!" You spit back, your face hot and scrunched up.
Sanemi is quick to notice this, but also knows that the shove wasn't too serious. He sighs dramatically," Fine, fine... let's go to my room, then. It's around the corner," he states flatly, walking towards your destination. You're rolling your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. As if you didn't know where his room was. Wait... were you being a creep, too--!?
Your heart was thumping audibly in your chest, and it took a decent bit of concentration to calm yourself down. Ugh, this was a bad idea! An AWFUL idea!! You knew Sanemi's temper and how easily he gets worked up...
What was he gonna say if you confront him? Was he gonna flip out? Deny it to your face? Or would things take a more favorable route for you?
Your heart yearned for the latter, as the door to his room slid open. He stands to the side to let you in first, before following behind you. You hear the door come to a close, and an audible 'click' of the door being locked into place.
You were still facing away from him, calming yourself as you hear Sanemi sit on the floor.
"Might as well make yourself at home, since you wanna talk so badly...," Sanemi offers, though you didn't want to get that comfy just yet. You fiddled with the edge of your haori, before breathing in deeply.
You hold your breath for a moment, and exhale. Breathe... you're a Hashira, dammit. You deal with MUCH more troublesome things in your daily life.
You turn around after steeling yourself, and Sanemi is giving you a puzzled look. He gestures to the mat across from him, and you nod courteously as you finally go to take your seat.
Your eyes wander for a moment around the room. It's been a few hours since you've seen him steal your things... where would he hide it? The dresser to your right? In his own laundry bag? In his tatami--??
"Are you just gonna oggle at this room all day, or did you actually have something important to say?," Sanemi grunts pointedly, his eyes locked on you. He can sense something important was on your mind, but he couldn't get a clear read. So you'd have to take the lead on this, after all.
You sighed heavily again, your face heating up as you try to think of the best way approach this. Knowing Sanemi, he doesn't like beating around the bush.
"W-Well, Sanemi-san...," you start quietly, voice hardly above a whisper," I, uhm... was helping Mitsuri around the manor today..."
You notice Sanemi quirk one of his brows up at you, seemingly confused," Okay...?"
"A-And of course, with most of us having the evening free to spend the night here, I knew Mitsuri was gonna be doing the laundry, specifically hers, mine, and Shinobu's."
Sanemi's eye twitches. There it is.
You swallow the lump forming in your throat, sitting fully upright," A-And... all was going well, but... I noticed something a little off."
Sanemi was silent, waiting for you to continue. He was neither confirming nor denying anything at the moment.
You look to him, face hot and eyes intense, knowing you had a foot in the door,"... I know that I'm missing some of my things. I also know... that you were helping the other Hashira out with their laundry, too," you added, mentioning your male peers.
Sanemi scoffs, crossing his arms," Oh yeah? And are you accusing me of having something to do with your clothes being missing?," he retorts, his eyebrows still raised.
You clamp your fists tightly in your lap, your face shifting to a bright red," I-It's actually not a hunch, y'know...," you state calmly, trying not to crack under his gaze.
"...I know you took them. Because I saw you do it."
Silence.
A silence so thick, that you could carve it with your nichirin blade. You saw Sanemi's face visibly change, his incredulous expression being replaced with one of bewilderment and shock.
"I'm not sure I'm following here... I never touch the women's laundry," Sanemi snaps," Only the men's. And that's already gross enough," he adds, scowling.
You hold your ground, though your heart was about to beat out of your chest. You had no choice...
You immediately spout out a description of your undergarments. Down to the color and what the fabric was. The rips and frays it had... Sanemi didn't want to admit it... but he knew EXACTLY what you meant. You see his expression falter and shift again.
"... and here's the thing, Sanemi-san," you continue, scooting closer to the platinum haired man across from you.
"When I checked Shinobu and Mitsuri's laundry, neither of them were missing a thing. So it begs the question... why mine? And why did you take it with you?"
By this point, you were hardly a foot away, and sitting point-blank in front of him. Between this and your position between the door, Sanemi had a physical barrier between him and the exit... He wasn't getting out of this so easily.
You notice his eye twitch again, his cheeks tinging a dusty rose color. He narrows his gaze at you, tsking" I'm telling you, I wouldn't do something like that-- I didn't touch your damn stuff," he says defensively," Not to mention, thats a bold statement coming from my junior, Y/N-san--"
"I am neither your junior, nor being bold. We're the same rank, and I'm just stating facts," you snap back flatly, leaving him no room to budge.
Sanemi huffs in annoyance, not breaking eye contact with you for a second.
"Fine... while you're also a Hashira, you're also one of the newest..." Sanemi admits, as he leans closer. Your eyes widen, internally panicking as Sanemi inches closer.
"...and suppose that someone did go through your things, Y/N. And that Mitsuri's and Shinobu's stuff was untouched..."
His face was almost unbearably close, close enough to where you could feel the heat radiating off of him. Maybe he wasn't the only one who felt like they were on the hot seat right now...
"... what then, Y/N? What would you think about that?"
Your lip quivers at how low his voice gets. The way that Sanemi says this, it's like he's fully admitting to his little deed. Maybe he was egging you on...
And it certainly didn't take much to do so.
You hold yourself firmly, taking a quick glance to his lips before making eye contact again. While your throat was completely dry, you felt like you were practically drooling.
With how close you were to him, you were able to fully admire his features you liked the most about him...
The warmth radiating off of his body was just inviting you in...you felt yourself losing your resolve to hold back.
" I'd think...this person may be fixated on me, I'd suppose. But most of all, I'd be glad..."
You reach a hesitant hand upward, going to rest it on Sanemi's chest. You could feel his heart pumping steadily underneath his broad chest... knowing that it was racing just as much as yours.
Sanemi makes no sudden movements, but that hazy look you saw from before was starting to return to his eyes as you were nearly a careless brush away from his lips.
"...I'd be glad... because I've had eyes on you too, Sanemi."
My inspiration 🩷 Part 7 🖤