Hiiii! I Hope Ur Doing Well ()( I Have A Request If It's Okay. May I Have Headcanons With Hawks And A

hiiii! ♡♡ i hope ur doing well (≧◡≦) ( i have a request if it's okay. may i have headcanons with hawks and a civilian reader who is veryyyyy affectionate? like, the reader loves hugging him, planting kisses on his cheeks and forehead, calling hawks with "sweetheart, darling, my pretty bird", asking about his day, stuff like that. uhm, actually i just want to see hawks showered in love like he deserves heheh (≧◡≦) ♡ thank youuuu!! ♡♡♡♡

a/n: I love wholesome requests like this!! 😭

Hawks with a very affectionate s/o

This dude is READY to race home when he’s done with work, he loves the affection you give him when he arrives home to you. Once he walks through the door you’re already there kissing his cheeks and asking him how his day was, he could literally just melt into your touch right now if he could. He doesn’t even want dinner he just wants to cuddle with you, he likes laying his head down on your chest as you gently brush his hair. If you touch his wings he will literally just sigh happily into your chest, some of his feathers puffing up at your affection.

Absolutely loves the names you call him, especially when you call him your pretty bird while planting kisses on his forehead. Brags about it to endeavor like “yeah my s/o calls me their pretty bird and they don’t ever lie” you BOOST this man’s ego, also brags about having a super affectionate s/o to any pro-hero. Yeah his fans will say that he’s amazing and etc, but it is way more meaningful when you say it to him. Every word you say to him and moment you two spend together he holds them very dearly, even while fighting against a villain he’ll always remember what you said to him. So if any villain wanted to hurl insults to him he can quickly block it out and remember what you said to him beforehand, that’s why whenever news reporters ask him what his motivation is he’ll tell them it’s someone who gives him encouragement (aka you)

Whenever Hawks is around you he feels like he can finally let his guard down, he’s dealing with a lot at the moment. So when he comes back home to you he feels like he doesn’t need to be Hawks the second ranked hero, he can just be Keigo. He can just go long hours cuddling into your chest and listening to your heartbeat, it almost soothes him to sleep as well.

Lucifer NSFW your fannon... gimme

*grabby hands*

~⚰️

LUCIFER NSFW HEADCANNONS !

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the first time you two fuck it’s very intimate, and he’s incredibly soft with you regardless of him topping you. and if it’s your first time in general he’ll make you cum on his fingers and tongue at least twice before he can think of actually penetrating you.

he can get very rough with you, but instead of using your body as some sort of stress reliever for his own pleasure, he prefers to actually service you instead as he loves seeing completely fucked out of your mind because of him.

gets super turned on when you’re needy and make it apparent to him, even though he loves to take the lead it warms his heart when he sees you want him and much as he wants you.

loves when you palm his erection through his trousers and then suck him off under his desk, or if you rub up and down on his dick while both of you are fully clothed.

if you dress in lingerie he might cum on the spot. he can’t decided if he wants to rip it all off of you immediately or take in the beautiful sight in front of him. will probably just tease you for hours though, it’s your fault for being so attractive!

will leave hickeys and bite marks all over your body for everyone to see, as he needs everyone in the 3 worlds to know that your his, and his alone.

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a/n: THANK YOU ⚰️ anon !!!! this ask had me frothing at the mouth. anyways i hope you enjoyed it, my asks are open for genshin, enstars and obey me as always ! thank you to all for reading, have a lovely day <3

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Can please request 🌌 with MC and Barbatos? Thank you

Sorry for the incredibly long wait!!! Thank you for your patience!! 🖤

"I look at you and I see the void." - Barbatos/MC

Barbatos is time infinite, space incorporeal – a wave of his hand is all he needs to see every universe, every timeline, every outcome. A snap of his fingers is all it takes to change everything. A power so infinite and yet, so bounding – for he does not want to see what will happen in several years' time if he turns that vase just so, if he cooks a certain meal a certain night, if he answers a question with five more words instead of two. 

The threads of time weave through his fingers, and he could create whatever tapestry he so wishes – but that is not Barbatos’ desire. Perhaps once, he had a vision of what he wanted his life to be. Perhaps that is why he is where he is now. A truth lost to the echoing realities of eternity. 

It is a power that could drive anyone mad, and he is no exception – but he has learned to temper it, has found someone to serve who understands the gravity of it and all its consequences. He is in control – even with the buzz of the multiverses filling his mind in the quiet of his room, with the colors that paint the edges of visions that seep through his dreams. True peace from it all is the one thing he knew he could never achieve. 

That is, until you came along.

“What is it?” 

“Hm?” He answers as if he’s been snapped out of a reverie.

The two of you are alone in one of the castle’s many gardens, thanks to your request for a moonlit stroll after a lively dinner with a crew of rather rambunctious demons. The moments you had alone were rare, and it pleases Barbatos to have you alone to himself. 

“You’ve been staring at me for some time now, Barbatos. Do I have something on my face?” 

“No, not at all.” He clears his throat, a sheepish smile ghosting his lips. “I simply found myself lost in thought.” 

“About me?” You tease, taking a step closer to him with mirth in your eyes. “My, just what was on your mind to have you staring so intensely?” 

“Nothing salacious, I assure you.” He smirks as he sees you playfully pout at that response, and then slowly closes the space between you. “...Do you really want to know?”

Your eyes narrow, searching his gaze as curiosity replaces cheer. “Yes, I do.” 

“I look at you,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your lips. “...and I see the void.”

Confusion knits your brows, and he chuckles softly as he looks deep into your eyes.

“You are so intangible, so captivating, and utterly beyond my comprehension of all that I know to be true.” A hand comes to your waist, to the small of your back as he pulls you close against him. “You are, for the first time in my long life, a mystery that brings me both intrigue and peace. It is as if time stops with you, by no will or power of my own. To be with you, to even gaze upon you, brings the cacophonous universe to a lull, a peace I never thought possible for myself.” 

As he feels warmth radiate from your cheeks, he brings his lips to yours in a languid kiss. 

“In you,” he whispers against your skin, “I see the abyss that I’ve always craved.”

suna rintaro •

“c’mon, baby. don’t be like that.”

you huffed back at your boyfriend, your arms crossed over your chest as you childishly pouted. you walked ahead of him, continuing your journey to the passenger seat of his luxury car.

“hey, sweetheart, stop.” he chuckled as you continued to ignore him.

the silent treatment that you played didn’t let up as you neared his car in the store’s packed parking lot, much to his dismay. he stayed behind you, his large hands filled with your family’s christmas gifts you both had just purchased last minute.

it started out small, this argument did.

suna, ever the lazy man he is, pushed aside gift buying for weeks as your schedule filled once finals season approached, resulting in your shopping to begin the night before christmas. to say that you were irritated would be an understatement when you found that there were no gifts to wrap.

you wanted to kill rintaro, and even contemplated makibg sleep on the couch for a week— but it was christmas eve and even though he was annoying, you still wanted nothing more than to be near him during this holiday season.

angry or not.

as you approached your passenger door, you turned around briefly to take one look at him.

his hair was collecting snowflakes, the jet black locks speckled with white fuzz beautifully. his strong arms were carrying two heavy bags and one large electronic box for your younger sibling, and although he looked as if the items were nothing compared to him, you could tell that he was struggling slightly to carry them all in this cold, and his long fingers were most likely numb from the cold.

“wait, just a second. you know that you’re not allowed to open your own door; that’s my job.” suna corrected as your glove clad hand reached the car door handle.

you rolled your eyes, but felt your heart warm a few temperatures at his manners.

“let me just set these in the trunk and i’ll get you in that nice and toasty car, ‘kay? don’t want my princess getting too cold.” he explained as he popen the trunk, and carefully set the gifts in there.

you waited patiently, frustrated at him, but nevertheless ignored him still.

he tucked his frozen hands in his pockets breifly as he walked around the your side of the car, sending a flirty wink your way as he watched your eyes follow his moves briefly before looking off in the distance.

“i saw that, pretty girl.” he chuckled under his breath as he reached you.

the close proximity of him suddenly, caused a warm feeling to envelop your cold body. his scent filled your lungs as you breathed in the harsh air, your eyes nearly rolling back at the smell.

he was intoxicating.

his bare hand covered yours to gain your attention, wanting nothing more than to see your eyes on him once more— those pretty eyes that he adored.

when you didn’t budge, he let out an airy laugh at your behavior,

“sweetie, c’mon. look at me…” his voice was nearly teasing, catlike in every way as he spoke.

“what?” you harshly huffed out.

“ah, there she is. there’s your pretty voice that i missed so much.” he gently cooed at you. you found it condescending.

“what do you want, rintaro? i’m cold.” you were icy cold when you asked him, your voice cruel.

he ignored your attitude, tucking a loose strand behind your ear before caging you against the car door.

“rintaro! what is wrong with you? i’m freezing and i have to go home and wrap presents because you,” you shoved your finger against his coat covered chest. “didn’t tell me that we didn’t have any until last minute! now, i’m going to be exhausted all fucking day tomorrow because i’ll go to bed late”.

he smirked as you shouted quietly at him, careful not to make a scene.

he didn’t want to invalidate you in anyway, because he knew very well that he fucked up this year, but something about how adorable you looked in your puffy coat he bought you had his heart bursting. you looked so damn cute, exclaiming about your worries while you dressed warmly. your cheeks were flushed from the harsh cold, your nose beginning to run as well.

you had his whole heart and you didn’t even realize it.

you noticed the smug look on his face, immediately resulting in a punch to his shoulder.

he hissed in pain lowly, his broad body flinching back slightly before the hand covering yours nursed the now sore muscle.

“ouch, baby. that was awfully mean of you, don’t you think?”

you huffed in annoyance before turning around and opening the door yourself. but, just as you opened it, your boyfriend was quick to shut it with his knee.

“hey! what is your-“

he face leaned closer to yours, his cold nose touching your own freezing one. his dark eyes bored into yours and his lips brushed against yours gently.

“you know only i open this door for you, no one else. not even you.” he whispered darkly, his voice raspy.

you nodded slowly, allowing him to reach next to you and open the door back open for you, his eyes never leaving yours. he backed up enough for the door to fully open.

“go in.”

you obeyed reluctantly. you slid into the luxurious car, the soft heated cushions welcoming you happily with comforting warmth. you let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, before turning your attention back to your doting boyfriend. he leaned in towards you slowly, your breath hitched as his torso entered the warm car. his face became nothing but a few inches away from yours, giving you the impression that he was going to give you a forgiving kiss. but instead, he reached a few inches behind him, and pulled the seatbelt around your lap before buckling it.

“gotta keep my little princess safe, don’t i? these roads are icy, brat.”

you nodded along, at loss for words.

“suna?” you called out after a few moments of thought as he was exiting the vehicle.

he stopped momentarily, crouching over slightly to hear and look at you as you spoke.

“kiss me.” you whispered.

he smiled wide, and if his cheeks weren’t frostkissed you could’ve seen the blush that creeped upon him at your words.

“of course.”

Hoshiumi knows he’s not meant for a run-through-the-airport kind of love.

That dramatic energy that compels someone to chase someone else just to deliver a confession. He’s watched his classmates and teammates fall in and out of relationships as they’ve inspired different kinds of affections, different dramatic scenes.

He accepted that he’d never really elicit that kind of reaction from anyone and made peace with it as he made peace with his height.

After all, he could still dominate on the volleyball court. That’s where the dramatic moments centered around him were meant to occur.

The first gift Hoshiumi ever gave you was a blank notebook.

He noticed how you would doodle in any blank margin or on any scrap and thought you deserved a proper place to draw.

Though you always had it with you he never saw you use it. Just like accepting so many other things as fact, he assumed you were just being nice by carrying it around

until he caught a glimpse inside. The pages were covered in detailed drawings. It felt like winning a tournament and he was so giddy about it that his teammates, who thought they were used to his boisterous behavior, had to ask him to calm down.

So he gave you another one on your next birthday.

And the one after that.

Catching glimpses of sketches and drawings in the months after, proof that you did use them.

He misses your next birthday because of an away game but stops by to give you a gift when he gets back. To your relief and delight, it’s another notebook.

“Thank you.“ You beam and clutch it to your chest. “I’m so glad…I was worried you thought I didn’t like them.”

“Why?” he asks, face screwing up in confusion.

“Oh,” you grimace in embarrassment and explain “because you never asked to see what I did with them.”

He gulps, suddenly nervous. “…C-Can I?”

You offer them to him with shining eyes and he looks through, gently flipping page after page of beautiful designs and sketches and drawings and there’s figure studies of

him.

There are drawings of him.

Hoshiumi knows he’s not a run-through-the-airport kind of love. But as you confess your feelings for him, your admiration for his dramatic presence on the court,

he realizes he’s meant for something better.

HOW FANS FIND OUT YOU’RE DATING: SAKUSA VER.

gn!reader | timeskip!sakusa

sakusa wanted to marry you. he had said as much drunk and clinging to you, and while sober, falling asleep to your voice and fingers running through his hair. but he knew he’d have to wait, be careful with what could happen if word got out msby’s sakusa kiyoomi had a significant other.

but even kiyoomi couldn’t help himself from getting rings. promise rings, he emphasized to you.

he handed the carefully wrapped box to you, tense, only able to hope you'd like them but ready to return them at your word. you looked up after opening the gift, and his heart skipped a beat. “kiyo—”

“it’s a promise ring,” he said quickly and softly. “they’re just promise rings. don’t worry. i just…” he reached into his pocket to take out his own. his ears embarrassingly hot as he tried to explain, “i wanted us to have them.”

“...unless you don’t like them, or this is still a little–”

“‘omi.” he froze at your voice, and you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you to his chest. “it's perfect. thank you.”

and he’s careful. so, so careful to keep his safe and always on him, even if it's hidden in a pocket somewhere, only out so he can kiss it before each game. and that’s why it's a shock, especially to him, when a reporter comments on it during a press interview.

“sakusa, would that happen to be a ring on your finger there?”

that's all it takes for kiyoomi’s mind to blank. he had fiddled with it while on a call with you, what? 10, 15 minutes ago? and apparently the voices of his teammates caught him so off guard that he forgot to put it away before being called over.

kiyoomi wasn't stupid—the opposite, really. with everyone's eyes on him, he knew there was no believable way out of this. his eyes flicker down to where the band of metal sat and stared back, as if taunting him for his mistake, and all he can say is “yes.”

a grimace pulls at his lips when the camera flashes seem to get brighter at the word, and he can feel the stares of his team and management unintentionally burning holes into him. the reporter moves a little closer. “does that mean—”

“no, i’m not married, or engaged.”

“ah,” she replies, shifting a little in her seat again. her confusion was evident, and she hesitates in confirming, “so it’s just a ring, then?”

“no.”

“i–i’m sorry?”

“it’s a promise ring," kiyoomi explains. and he sees the reporter is about to speak again, but he's quicker. “yes, i'm in a relationship. but that’s all i have to say about it today, thank you.”

so the interview carries on with his announcement in the air, and he can feel an oncoming headache when he overhears the trending headlines and hashtags after they're done. "sakusa kiyoomi confirms he's in a relationship!", "how long has sakusa been dating somebody? is he secretly married?", and apparently threads of images where fans tried to collect evidence for and against it all.

it's too much, and his mind's muddled and reeling by the time he gets home. he doesn't know what to do or what to say next; the only thing kiyoomi knows for certain is that he has to find you. so he takes off his shoes and jacket, padding up to your shared bedroom. slowly, he opens the door to see you in bed on your phone, and he wonders if you're reading the news.

“hey,” you greet him quietly.

“hi.” he breathes. opening your arms, you gesture for him to join you under the covers and he complies easily. he makes his way into your arms, face burying into the crook of your neck. there's a few seconds where neither of you speak until he finally mumbles, “i’m sorry.”

and he knows you know what he’s apologizing for. kiyoomi also knows you won’t be upset, he just thinks you should be; he had one job outside of volleyball, and it was to keep you safe. but your voice remains gentle as you begin to rub circles on his back, “why are you apologizing? you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“tell that to everyone else.”

“well, they all love me so i’m sure i could pull some strings for you. y’know, keep you out of trouble.”

he huffs, “you say that as if it isn’t accurate.” you feel him frown against your skin and a laugh escapes you. hearing the sound, kiyoomi can't stop himself from smiling despite the nerves in his stomach.

he licks his lips and using his thumb, spins the promise ring on his hand before asking you, “you know i won’t tell them anything else, right? unless you wanted to?”

“yeah, of course i do. never worried about that.”

“we’ll have a meeting this week to figure out what to do, or say, or whatever. i’ll—”

“the only thing you’ll be doing right now is resting,” you cut him off. he moves to look up at you and opens his mouth to speak, stopping himself when you run your thumb against the nape of his neck. “you’ve had a long enough day, ‘omi. leave that for tomorrow.”

“but—”

“nope, sleep time. i better hear you snoring.”

he frowns. “i don’t snore.”

“oh really? you’re gonna say that to me?” a smile dances on your lips and kiyoomi scoffs, a smile already on his own, before nudging your cheek with his finger, and you feel the cool metal of his promise against your skin.

“but seriously, we can figure it all out later. and if this is how everyone finds out then, you know. it won't change anything, maybe just the amount of fan edits i get to watch,” you joke lightly.

kiyoomi blinks, both at the news of you watching fan edits and the implication of your words. “you think i'll lose fans?”

“what? oh, no, are you kidding? i think you'll gain a lot. 'hot, brooding volleyball player sakusa kiyoomi is actually a sweetheart who loves having his hair played with—” you let out a yelp as the aforementioned volleyball player suddenly pulls the blanket over your head. the both of you laugh as you take it off and pretend to be offended.

kiyoomi's gaze softens at your reaction, and instead of apologizing he says easily, “i love you.”

the words catch you off guard, but after a second you reply just the same, “i love you too.” and kiyoomi's heart aches at it—the way you comfort and love him so effortlessly. but it's soothed by the sensation of your own ring against his face as you hold his cheek, and the reminder that no matter what happens next, his reputation be damned, you'll both be alright.

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