Everyone Wants Ghost To Fuck The Life Outta Them Until He's Been Hitting You Just Right For The Last

In Japan, May 23 is Kiss Day.💋

their unconventional love languages !

✸ ft. suna, matsukawa, sakusa, akaashi, & atsumu

✸ info + warnings: fluff

✸ SUNA loves taking naps with you. it used to be easy for him to fall asleep anywhere and at any time, but ever since the two of you got together, he finds it much more desirable to have you wrapped in his arms while he drifts off into a restful slumber. he’s gotten so used to having your presence beside him in his bed or on top of him on the couch that he has trouble falling asleep when you aren’t with him. the steady rise and fall of your breathing joined with the warmth of your body against his is enough to have suna’s eyes fluttering and lips parting, soft snores filling the otherwise silent room. you always wake before him and are left with the duty of being his human alarm clock. your efforts to rouse him are almost always are fruitless, as he only tightens his hold on you and begs for five more minutes through groans thick with sleep and lazy kisses pressed to the pulse on your neck.

✸ MATSUKAWA shows that he’s always thinking of you by constantly texting you. his messages range from thoughtful “good morning”s to dumb memes accompanied by “lol you” to text pranks he’s seen online that he can’t resist trying on you. he can’t help but smile when he sees the three little dots bouncing—a sign that you’re typing out a response. no matter your reply, his chest always rumbles with laughter upon reading the words displayed on his screen. he’s thoroughly content when his silly photos are met with some of your own and beyond entertained when he finally catches you with a prank you haven’t already seen. even when you berate him for losing focus at work and spending time on his phone when he’s not supposed to, all he can do is smirk and brush it off. he knows that he has other priorities, but whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s quick to let you know that you’re on his mind.

✸ SAKUSA stays up late to spend time with you. after long days of grueling practice, eventful matches, and traveling, the only thing that used to be on sakusa’s mind was taking a hot shower and collapsing on the bed to get some much-needed rest. the shower still stands, but ever since he’s started coming home to you greeting him from the bed, he’s more willing to sacrifice a couple hours of sleep to talk about your day or tell you about his. a small smile finds its way to his lips at the way you rant about a rude encounter over the blow-dryer with a raised voice. he’s tempted to let his eyes drift shut as you card your fingers through his curls, making sure none of the hair is still wet. but he perseveres, responding to your ramblings with soft hums as he lays beside you. it doesn’t matter how long his day was or how tired he is when walking through the door—kiyoomi tries his hardest to dedicate as much time to you as he can before sleep takes over him.

✸ AKAASHI lends you his favorite books. the margins are littered with jottings of his written thoughts and highlighted text of the lines that stuck out most to him. he always apologizes for how messy they are, but the discussions you two have makes his nearly illegible handwriting the least of his worries. even if you don’t have the same taste as him or prefer a genre he wouldn’t normally read, he finds himself wandering to that section of the bookstore he frequents to skim over the summaries of those stories to see if they sound like something you might be interested in. at least two always make their way into the pile he carries to the register. he reads them first, taking note of his favorite parts and passages that he knows you’ll enjoy before handing the book off to you. he loves seeing how excited you get upon finishing them and swears he could listen to each and every one of your words without ever getting bored.

✸ ATSUMU calls you cute nicknames in favor of your actual name. he rarely ever uses your full name anymore, always opting for a shortened version of it or a different pet name entirely. it doesn’t stem from his playful annoyance, but, rather, atsumu’s desire to share something between just the two of you. as soon as people start picking up on the name and calling you such, he’s on a mission to come up with one that’s uniquely his. maybe it’s childish to want to keep something as trivial as a nickname to himself, but at some point, the name becomes reserved for when the two of you are alone or around strangers who aren’t likely to be listening in on your conversations. of course he feels special addressing you as an exclusive name that’s only ever muttered by him, but the fact that you’re able to tell it’s him whenever you hear the string of letters you’ve grown to answer to is what atsumu loves most about it—and he hopes you feel the same.

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The Devildom Deck: Table of Contents

The Devildom Deck is a collection of Obey Me! drabbles inspired by each of the 78 standard tarot cards. The series is still in progress; I will be adding the chapter links here as I go for easy reference.

Can also be read on AO3 here

The Major Arcana

0 - The Fool

1 - The Magician

2 - The High Priestess

3 - The Empress

4 - The Emperor

5 - The Hierophant

6 - The Lovers

7 - The Chariot

8 - Strength

9 - The Hermit

10 - Wheel of Fortune

11 - Justice

12 - The Hanged Man

13 - Death

14 - Temperance

15 - The Devil

16 - The Tower

17 - The Star

18 - The Moon

19 - The Sun

20 - Judgement

21 - The World

jujutsu kaisen is about two men with such godawful personalities that they are literally the only people who can stand each other. and then they break up and decide to make it everyone else’s problem

Kiss Their Feet, Part 2 

hanma x reader

summary: hanma demands that his entire gang kiss your feet to ensure they knew exactly what his priorities were going to be, and treats you to some much needed cuddling after.

warnings: humiliation, gang stuff, but mostly fluff

attention was not something you were used to, nor liked. truly, you never understood how people could ever want to be the center of attention, thrive in the midst of it. it seemed counterproductive and obsessive to you.

so even with tears streaming down your face, you huddled your body into hanmas as much as possible in the current position you were held in, hiccuping softly into his neck so as to avoid the stares of strangers crowding the valhalla arcade.

it seemed that you didn’t do well when gangsters take you to their boss with the intent of doing bad things to you.

you were just really grateful that it was only hanma you had to face. but the pity you held for yourself at the body-freezing fear you felt when they grabbed you and gagged you and dragged you to hanmas throne was enough to make you want to stay in your room for days.

“kiss their fucking feet,” hanma’s voice boomed, startling you out of your trance. suddenly your main focus was not trying not to cry, but on what hanma just demanded of his gang.

lifting your face out of the comfort of hanmas neck, your eyes widened when the leader of the smaller division that had brought you here so rudely stumbled toward you, a black eye and broken nose so visibly obvious that even you felt a twinge of remorse. he dragged his broken leg to the elevated position of hanmas seat, and collapsed downward, eliciting a gasp from you.

and then he kissed your feet, just the tip of your shoe.

your hands clutched at hanmas shirt tighter, breaths coming out of you sharply. his chest was to your back, your legs comfortably between his to ensure that you were surrounded by the presence of him and him only.

“next,” hanma’s voice cracked through the silence, and one by one each member of valhalla dropped to their knees and kissed your shoes.

after some point, you closed your eyes, and allowed yourself a sniffle, leaning into hanmas chin (he was much taller than you). you had looked up to him once, and unfortunately, his gaze was stone set towards his gang, disappointment emanating off of him in very obvious waves. waves that made his gang leave their eyes dedicated to the ground.

the ordeal ended soon enough. after dismissing everyone, hanma lifted you bridal-style up, and walked you to his place.

his pace was slow and methodical, despite the moons glare. he himself seemed…dejected almost.

it hit you at some point that he felt as if he failed you — the whole point of not introducing you to his gang originally was to protect your identity. but it backfired in the worst way possible.

hanma reached his apartment in no time and lifted both you and himself under his white covers. your back to his chest again, you just felt safer immediately. he rubbed comforting circles around you, and whenever you whimpered, he pulled your closer, softly expressing how you were safe, and how he would never let you get hurt again.

and when he thought you were asleep, he whispered a shaky “im sorry”, his grip tightening exponentially around your waist.

your eyes flew upon at that, upsetting feelings rising within you one more time. turning sharply, you held his face in your hands.

he smiled lazily. sadly. “hi sweetheart,” he sleepily slurred.

panic coursed through you. that tone…he wasn’t going to leave you right? you loved him too much…as did he.

“it’s okay,” you breathed out, shakily moving hair strands away from his eyes. his own eyes closed, breathing deeper with your presence. a content look crossed his expression.

you both slept just like that. face to face, eye to eye. soul to soul.

a/n - awww some soft hanma :( hope you guys liked it hehe….my next muzan chapter is coming out soon dw dw sorry im late again 🤧🤧 STAY SAFE EVERYONE ILY ALL

if only.

Kabedon Compilation ; 7 Brothers

Diavolo + others

a series of commission for @KimetsuYou on twitter over the past few months, thanks so much! so satisfying to see it all finally lined up yay~