★ 【Ekita玄】 「 鬼滅の刃スーツ風 」 ☆ ⊳ Hashira // Demon Slayer ✔ Republished W/permission

- affection with the wanderer in the avidya forest

- fluff hehe

a/n: i think it would be funny if scara had to do community service after all the stuff he did to sumeru so i briefly mentioned it in this. anyways scara brainrot go brrrr

- lowercase is on purpose

it started with a simple kiss to the back of his hand: quick and fleeting, just the way he liked it. see, too much affection without prior announcement was a no-go with the wanderer.

but then, when you tried to let go of his hand, he held on tight, almost desperately, and so you kissed his hand again, and then his wrist, all the way up to his neck where his knees began to buckle everytime your lips pressed against the sensitive spot between his jaw and throat.

luckily, no one was around or else he would have never allowed something like this to happen.

a nice quiet walk in the avidya forest was what you both needed after a stressful day of his "community service" that was mandated after the...everything... that happened.

He spoke little to no words during this walk, simply being by your side while your hands brushed lightly against each others. you were the one to initiate contact, sliding your fingers around his pinkie. he merely glanced at your hands and grunted before looking straight ahead again.

eventually you took hold of his ring finger as well, and then his whole hand which led to where you are now.

"what do you think you're doing?" he asks, eyes glaring sharply at you.

with a small smile on your face, you reply, "i think it's very obvious what i'm doing."

at this, he sucks in his breath through his teeth, looking anywhere but at you while he can still feel your warm breath on his neck, until slowly you lean back.

"do you want me to stop?"

biting his lip and still unable to meet your eyes, he swallows harshly while fidgeting with his one free hand, your hand still gently holding his other one.

"if i wanted you to stop, i would have told you already."

letting out a quick hum, you agree and kiss him once again on his neck before making your way to his jaw, the corner of his mouth, and then finally a quick kiss on his lips, barely lasting a second. seemingly dissatisfied, he groans and grips your chin between his index and thumb.

"that was weak," he says, before pressing his lips more firmly against yours, your eyes fluttering shut while he walks you backwards to the nearest tree. your back hits it with a quiet thud and his free hand soon comes to rest above your head while his other still held yours, effectively pinning you against it.

his mouth moved faster against yours, his body pressing into yours as if he was trying to mold himself with you, like he had been craving your touch for the entirety of his very long existence. the fingers of your free hand eventually find his hair, carding them through the strands and pulling softly.

when he was satisfied, he pulled away, his usual unimpressed scowl returning to his face. "if you're going to kiss me, at least do it right."

"oh? would you like me to pin you to a tree next time?"

"shut it."

ᄒ ˳ ׄ 🫐 ׄ ࣭  𖧚̫ HELLO? MY BOYFRIEND IS SO PRETTY! 🫂 scara nation, wake up! ﹗ ˳ ֹ ✩

_KaZuHa LaYoUtS !_

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teasing with kazuha was a big game to you. who gets flustered the most, who shys away first, wo touches who first when kissing, it was all a challenge. that you would lose. each and every time.

you were determined to win this time, though. you were going to leave him a red mess, begging for kisses! you weren’t gonna let yourself lose this time.

formal parties were a buzzkill, especially with all of the oogling eyes on your boyfriend and the hushed whispers about how dreamy he is.

so, if you were to deprive kazuha of his much needed attention, it would be fine, right? since he has his little goons, he doesn’t really need you to be at his every beck and call, right? he didn't seem too lonely.

thoma sure did, though. poor, poor thoma, all alone with no commissioner to bother him! you’re sure that kazuha wouldn't mind if you talked just a little bit, right? 

clearly, you think, this wasn’t the best way to go about it. 

you weren’t losing in your eyes, per se, just incredibly underpowered. you were just teasing kazuha, and now you were trapped in a cage of his arms in an abandoned hallway.

"i bet you think you're so smug and powerful, huh?" you breathlessly whispered, his slender fingers gripping onto your chin like you were bound to leave any minute. he wouldn't allow that, even if it just were a passing thought.

"oh, do you not think i am?" kazuha hummed beneath you, tracing his knuckles against your jawline and making you shiver whenever one of his many rings made contact with your skin. "because, i think it's quite clear who has who pinned."

"and i think it's quite clear who's gonna l-lose when we get home." you broke eye contact with him before he squeezed your thigh and leaned closer.

"i think we'll do other stuff before that, aha. do you really think we’ll even make it home, hmm?" 

he nibbled on your lip before enveloping you in another kiss, gripping your hair to push you two closer and closer until it felt like two bodies became one with how minimum space was between you two.

kazuha pulls away with a dangerous look on his face, a predator hunting their prey, before kissing you down from your jawline to your collarbones.

he left a fiery trail of reds and purples, bruises blooming across your skin as his teeth grazed across your skin. his blunt nails dug into your skin, rings once again making your breath hitch and bite your lip.

ah, maybe you have lost this game.

how they act in a haunted house

including: childe, zhongli, scaramouche, al haitham, thoma, xiao, and kaeya.

warnings: gender neutral reader, mentions of some scary stuff, fluff.

notes: happy almost halloween!

childe. 

oh, childe is just so confident he won’t get scared. 

he strolled through the entrance without so much as a frown while you trailed behind him, still wondering if this experience would be worth it, given you both had to sign a waver. but that didn’t seem to bother childe; in fact, he looked completely at ease as you walked down a shadowed hallway, the only light source a flickering light bulb. 

yes, childe was the poster child of “unbothered”—until the first actor came running down the hallway, chainsaw in hand and a slightly too realistic mask on his face. 

that was the end of childe’s bravado, and you, as you correctly predicted, ended up having the be the one to get you two out of there. childe clutched your arm the entire way

zhongli. 

zhongli is bored. 

he’s seen a lot of unpleasantness in his lifetime. and this? twenty dollar entry haunted house, filled with underpaid actors in poorly made costumes? it didn’t even come close to scaring him. 

and that would have been fine, really. you were the one who wanted to go and have a scare; zhongli was just tagging along. but the moment you arrived at the attraction, he just kept going on and on about this thing’s obviously fake, this actor’s mask isn’t on right, this jumpscare’s strings are above. 

when an actor in what you thought to be a pretty horrifying clown costume jumped out at you, zhongli only pointed out how unrealistic it was.

you didn’t make it throughout the entire house. not because of fear, but mostly because you couldn’t stand another lecture on how fake everything looked. 

scaramouche. 

the haunted house you picked out was scary, but scaramouche was… scarier. 

when an actor covered in fake-blood came running at you two, they just kind of stopped when they saw scaramouche’s glower. and then they were turning around and running away; scaramouche had scared them. with just his bad temper and annoyance with nearly everyone except for you, scaramouche was more terrifying than literal killer clowns and chainsaw-wielding murders. 

so there you two were: simply walking through the admittedly-scarily decorated attraction. no actors dared try and jumpscare you and scaramouche, lest they wanted to face his wrath. 

when you got out, you asked if he would consider working at a haunted house. he turned his menacing stare on you, and you understood why the actors didn’t bother you throughout the experience. 

he truly was the most terrifying thing in that house. 

al haitham. 

he, like zhongli, is very undisturbed by the whole ordeal. but unlike the former, al haitham doesn’t say this out loud. 

no, he played his cards right. you were there, shaking after being chased by yet another clown while he looked completely unbothered. but oh, he lent you his arm, promised you get you of there unscathed, nothing would hurt you while he was there. 

al haitham was the picture perfect hero, leading you out of the house while internally scoffing at the cheap costumes and even cheaper jumpscares and tricks. he almost laughed out loud when you reached a banquet table with someone’s head in the middle, but stopped himself when he saw how wide your eyes were. 

when you were both out, you swore you would never go back. but al haitham thought to convince you to try again; he liked being the shining hero, at least for one night. 

thoma. 

thoma is actually lowkey terrified. 

he tries to play it cool, he really does, but you didn’t miss his shaking hand when you had to sign that waver.

you asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this, and he was, so you went inside and…

you didn’t make it all the way through. not you, not thoma. you were both shaking and clutching each other equally tight after an actor chased you down a dark hallway, into the path of a particular gory jumpscare. you could have sworn thoma almost fainted. 

and that was that. you turned and, admittedly, ran back through the entrance, to the car, and away from that abomination of an attraction. 

xiao. 

xiao does not want to go in. 

not because he’s scared. at least, that’s what he told you. xiao would wait for you while you went in and had a fright, and you with some reluctance, agreed. 

but after thirty minutes of you going in and not coming out, he starts to get restless. worried, even, as the group that went in after you came out before you.

xiao tried to convince himself it was fine, you were just taking your time, or whatever. but then another ten minutes went by and, now actually worried, decided it was time to go and find you. 

he told himself this was all fake, the actors weren’t real, this was—

something tackled him from behind and he quite literally screamed. he turned and saw—

you. grinning. ear to ear. 

no, the haunted house didn’t scare him (at least, not really), but you certainly had. 

kaeya. 

please. please. 

kaeya is what childe tried to be. he’s actually confident as he marches into the house, laughing at the poor actor’s sweaty makeup, the obviously fake chainsaws and knifes. 

basically walks right and in and out with you dragged behind him. he doesn’t even pause for you two to look at the more gruesome displays or creepy portraits on display. kaeya literally speedruns the haunted house. 

the only time when kaeya’s bravado falters is at the end, when he realizes that you both paid twenty dollars for that. 

you were out in ten minutes. he realizes you two just spent four dollars a minute on that, and maybe regrets going through it that fast. 

bonus: scaramouche wasn’t even purposely glaring at anyone. he just has an intense resting bitch face.

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blue lock boys : things they do in a relationship ( part one )

♡ : reo mikage, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi

REO MIKAGE knows the sidewalk rule, albeit he does it unconsciously it's adorable and fluttering all the same. every time the both of you go out for a walk and nearing a street, he'd hold you by the waist before steering you on the opposite side of the road before letting his arm stay over your shoulders. the look of astonishment you would shoot him is not missed by reo’s eyes, instead this will prompt him to give you a cheeky smile before pulling you even closer by your shoulders.

“are you good?” he would ask, planting a kiss on your temple.

you smile in return, nodding your head yes before leaning your head on the plane of his broad shoulders. “never better.”

there is just something comforting every time ITOSHI RIN would wrap a blanket around your figure. maybe it's because of the soft look in his eyes that's only ever present and reserved for you, or the way his enclosed arms would linger a little longer around you. often times he would also lay his head on your shoulders, kissing the soft skin of your neck as you wrap an arm around his waist and the other one being laid down on his head.

“what’s wrong rin?” you ask him, caressing his hair as you feel him softly exhale a breath on the curve of your neck.

“nothing,” he raise his head to look at you and you are once again taken back by the soft look that's being projected in his teal eyes. “’m just happy... very happy.”

NAGI SEISHIRO loves his sleep, it's a fact that's well-known by everyone. especially by you because sometimes, instead of going out for dates at a free day, the both of you would rather spend it in the warm confines of your shared room to sleep or cuddle. you don't have anything against it, not especially because of how comfortable it is cuddling and sleeping with sei even with his large frame that easily dwarfed you.

“you’re so warm ’n comfortable,” nagi mutters, burying his face in your chest.

you rub his back, invoking a hum of contentment to leave his mouth. “’m so lucky to have you...”

heat would creep in your neck at everything that ISAGI YOICHI does. it would be through something as simple as a glance, a smile or even a tiny bit of his attention being spared on you that can make you feel the rush of blood in your veins, but there is just something different in the way that he acts almost automatically as a way of protecting you.

there is a palm covering the edge of the table as you rose from kneeling on the floor, the fallen fork in between your fingers but the owner of the hand is still occupied with answering the on-going phonecall from his management.

“yeah... i’ll be right there in two hours.” he only finally retrieves his hand when you're finally seated beside him, all the while still focused on the transpiring conversation.