Some Sweet N Cute Hcs, Deserved The Reblog!

Some sweet n cute hcs, deserved the reblog! ♡

could i request headcanons for rindou looking after a fem reader who is recovering from getting sick (ie: more tired than normal, kinda grumpy, still dealing w headaches/congestion or more generic symptoms) ? i am recovering from COVID and i need rindou to look after me so bad LOLL

sickness begone!!

synopsis: how would rindou act with an s/o recovering from sickness?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ hiii thank you for requesting!! :3 i was wanting to make this a bit longer but i couldn't think of anything else D: i hope it's alright and that everyone enjoys !! xoxo [just as a note, i unintentionally didn't end up using any gendered specifications, so this is gender neutral! i hope you dont mind ╥﹏╥]

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ rindou haitani x g/n!reader

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❥ rindou is the number one complainer. he isn’t complaining about having to take care of you, no, he’s complaining about how stupid you are for getting sick. it’s an extremely annoying thing to hear when you’re already not feeling well, but it’s his own way of showing that he cares about you!

“how did you even get this sick? you need to take better care of yourself.”  “how ‘m i supposed to know…” “you need to be more careful.” “yep.”  “are you listening to me?” “just give me the damn glass of water.”

❥ he’s actually quite unsure of how to take care of someone who is ill, so he ends up calling his brother for help, asking what he’s supposed to do, (‘aniki, they're burning up, what do i do?’ ‘you don’t know what to do when someone’s sick? you don’t know anything at all?’ ‘i’m hanging up.’ ‘no, no, ‘m sorry, i’ll help you.’). 

❥ when he gets the basic rundown from ran and gets all the supplies he needs, he does his best to try and make you feel better! he doesn’t really say anything the whole time, just squinting at the directions on all the little packages, muttering about how ‘these words are too damn small…’. 

❥ he’s surprisingly soft though, his worry for you taking over his usual snarkiness. he’ll gently brush your hair out of your face and will periodically wipe any sweat away from your face with a damp cloth, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. he’ll stay by your bedside for almost the whole time you are there, watching over you and making sure that everything is alright, (he also insists on helping you walking to the bathroom or kitchen even if you can walk completely fine). 

❥ does not care if you bitch and moan about the bitter taste of the medicine. you will be taking it, no matter what. 

❥ he makes sure to check your temperature regularly, letting out an annoys tsk when he notices that your temperature is still high, (might curse out whatever virus that is tormenting your body at the moment).

❥ his snarkiness immediately comes back when you start to get better, though it comes in the form of nagging like an old grandma. 

“hey, why’re you going out?”  “‘m going to get decongestant.”  “stupid, don’t go by yourself. stay here, i’ll go.” 

❥ he just does it because he cares, so don’t get too annoyed with him!

❥ he secretly compares you to a lazy cat when he sees you lounging around your apartment, sprawled out all over the sofa or even just on the floor, (of course, he will never voice this, but he thinks it's rather cute). sometimes if you’ve ended up falling asleep there, he will snap a few pictures because he thinks you’re absolutely adorable!

❥ i think that rindou knows what it’s like to get bad headaches since having bad vision can sometimes cause them, so he understands what you’re going through when you complain of having a pounding pain in your temples. without any sort of explanation, he’ll tell you to lay down with him in bed or on your couch and he’ll gently massage your temples, doing his best to help ease your pain, (if you try to tease him or bring it up later, he will pretend like he has no idea what you’re talking about). 

❥ when you snap at him while you’re recovering, he’ll either completely ignore you or will call you an idiot and then will continue whatever he was doing. either way, he won’t ever get upset with you and he won’t snap back either since he knows that you’re not really in your right mind. 

❥ rindou likes to sleep, (not as much as ran) but he will stay up for however long you can’t sleep for whatever reason there may be, whether it’s congestion, a headache, or any other pains in your body. he’ll carefully smooth his hand over your forehead to get rid of any sweat and will hold you close to him for comfort, gently rubbing his hand in circles on your back until you fall asleep, (if you say a word about it, he will once again pretend like it didn’t happen. he is the biggest tsundere). 

❥ he does not know how to cook, but he will try his damndest to make you some good meals so that you don’t have to cook. every time you try to help him he will roll his eyes and tell you to go back to bed, ‘don’t worry, i’ve got this’, (he does not got this). he’s on the phone with ran the whole time, which is odd because he doesn’t know how to cook either. 

“oh…wow! it looks great!” “why did you pause?”  “uh, no reason…!” 

❥ it’s the thought that counts…?

❥ you guys end up ordering takeout, and you have to comfort rindou for the whole night that you were very appreciative that he tried to cook for you, (he’s not outwardly upset, but it’s easy to tell that he’s sulking). 

❥ you know those people who tell you to drink water whenever you complain about something? that’s rindou while you’re recovering. your head hurts? did you drink water? your stomach is achey? did you drink water? you’re really dizzy? did you drink water? it’s not even like he knows that water will fix any of those things, he just read an article on how sick people should have a lot of fluids, so he’s constantly shoving water and electrolyte drinks in your face. 

❥ binge watching is the number one activity to do while you’re sick, so rindou will watch any show you want to watch with you. he doesn’t exactly say why, but it’s because he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s leaving you alone, especially while you’re sick, (it doesn’t really make sense to anybody but him). 

“wait, hold on. so mary was dating mark but then she cheated on him with kendall?”  “right?! it’s so crazy!!” 

❥ he somehow gets into the crazy reality tv shows you watched because of your boredom. 

❥ going back to this note, he’s not just by your side 24/7 while you’re sick, but also while you’re recovering. it’s completely irrational, but he has this fear that you’re suddenly going to collapse and get even sicker than you were before if he’s not there, so he will not let you leave his sight, (unless he’s going to the store to get something for you). 

❥ if you want something, while you’re recovering is the time to ask for it! rindou is especially weak to your requests, and even more so when you’re feeling unwell, so if you ask him to buy you five pints of ice cream, he’ll end up buying ten, (he enjoys seeing the grin on your face, so he thinks it’s worth it). 

❥ he does not care if you’re sick or still recovering, he will keep kissing you, and no, he doesn’t care if he gets sick. why should he let some stupid virus dictate whether or not he can kiss you? he might not seem like it, but he lives off of the affection that he gets from you, so he can’t even imagine not being able to kiss you. 

❥ no matter the length of your hair, he will braid it. it’s a strange thing, and he doesn’t have an answer for you when you ask him what he’s doing. all he says is, ‘...keeps it out of your face…’, (he only knows how to braid because of ran). 

❥ will walk by and toss a blanket on you if you don’t have one on already. it’s almost like he’s attacking you with blankets, but he just says that ‘you need to stay warm’. 

❥ when you finally get better, he’s so relieved! he will only admit it to you, (and he will only say it once) but he was actually really worried about you. he’s not ever worried about your safety when you’re with him and his brother because he knows that they can fight off anybody who tries to hurt you, but sickness isn’t something that he can fight, so he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself. all he could do was hope and pray that you would get better, and he absolutely hated it. 

❥ he takes you out to your favorite restaurant and spoils you rotten when you’re back to your normal self <3

(Im just a girl ✌️🎀)

Day1.

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╰┈➤ characters....•`SANO MANJIRO´•.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... clingy mikey -for no reason at all and out of the blue- and being impossible to get rid of him, eventually follows you to shower, disturbing the only time you had to yourself. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 1,6k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... +18, smut, female reader, slight fluff, clingy and quiet mikey, read at your own risk, porn w plot, no cursing, shower sex, sudden and uncontrollable thirst for touches and sex, overstimulation, choking, forced (?) ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

“m-mikey…” you mewl, breath hitting against the shower’s already steamed up glass wall, making it more foggy. you feel so good but way past overstimulated, hearing ringing in your ears. his giggle echoes in the small place, your own legs shaking and you struggle to turn your reddened head past your shoulder, -both from the warmness in the shower and how his strong gaze never failed to make you dizzy- “leave me.. me alone already—”

“won’t happen, pretty girl..” the black haired boy’s short nails scratched your waist, leaving dark purple half circles over the skin as his hips greedily snapped against yours, dictating a fierce pace. being balls deep into you was his favorite place to be and he has not hidden this fact from you. nothing could make him cover up his pussy thirst, even if just talking about or simply thinking about you for a brief second made him rut. even though your legs were on the edge of giving up, his grip being stronger and stronger by every passing seconds, your cheeks got pushed against the cold, gray and wet tiles, squishing your face to it’s surface more and more with each thrust from behind.

no more coherent words were formed from your mouth, his lips crashing against to the nape of your neck, teeth sinking into it madly, his tongue writing down circles and sometimes sucking into you, marks left over for him to admire for days. meanwhile his tip abused that spongey spot inside your wall over and over again with the intention of driving you crazy even more. your eyes hooded, rolling backwards from the umpteenth pleasure given to you by no one else, but your boyfriend behind you.

“what’s with you— today..” gulping down a big lump on your throat before feeling his fingers curling around it and squeezing it, which you rewarded by squeezing your inner walls tight around his member, feeling him twitch deep within your stomach, fastness never faltering. your palms got slapped on the wall in front of you, holding on for dear life, your back stinging from pain, you squeezed your eyes together, hoping to just get over with this.

do not misunderstand, you loved and craved these moments, but how mikey started clinging to your side, no matter what, never meant good for you. arms always around your hips, face pushed into your side, back or belly, you barely could get rid of him just to take a quick bathroom break. when that something hits his mind, this man is like a toddler, impossible to scrape him off no matter how hard you try. not giving much thought, a few pats were given, caressing his hair just like a good mother would their children, unfortunately for you this resulted you in much deeper trouble.

asking him about his problems or if you could help with anything wasn’t working either, his will is steel strong, you silently take notes to yourself to not try and attempt this again, sighing you accept your daily fate and melt into his touches. which was even bigger mistake, but what else could you do? fighting back isn’t an option, considering how he can whoop others’ asses, just as easily he can whoop yours’ too anytime he wanted.

mikey fell into total quietness, his touches painting down his feelings perfectly. after spending so much time with him you learned exactly how to treat him in these times.

even while having dinner, it was impossible to not have one of his limbs against you. hands groped your thighs like his life depended on it, but his face showed no sign of what he was actually doing under the table. a few hitches rolled from your lips and sending angry daggers in his direction too, could not convince him about leaving you alone. the way he continued to chew on his food made your blood boil, being so unbothered made you wanna instantly choke him, right in that place. of course you wouldn’t do that, thinking about it more, all this man wanted was love and who were you to forbid this from him?

now hands snaked up on your sides, under the loose, white shirt which was so wide that it barely let your frame visible through the silk, -now, this wasn’t enough for mikey, that’s why he started exploring further- no words were spoken, your shared bedroom’s dim light not giving sight for him, relying on his senses, he guided your shirt up past your waist. your breathy panting was the only noise, mixing together with the clock’s ticking was a music to your boyfriend’s ear. his fingertips left goosebumps in their wake, setting your body to blaze, when suddenly you slapped away his arms.

with the excuse of going to take a shower, you slammed the door on yourself in the bathroom, leaning your back against the dark wood, sliding down to the floor next to it, exhaling in and out crazily, collecting yourself with a cough, then you stood up and after a few minutes you totally gaslighted yourself into thinking that this was all for today. unlucky for you, in fact it wasn’t.

not bothering to knock, mikey stormed into the same room as you which you were sure was safe for being alone for a few seconds. the doors clicking and loud shutting sound made you realize how you let your guard down, what was -again- another one out of your plenty poorly chose decision. you heard a low humm and by the time you even could think of what you wanted to respond, he acted faster and was already naked next to you, hopping swiftly inside the shower, arms draped over you again and enjoying the way the hot water droplets ran down on his body the way it ran down on yours at the same time. pushing his chest flush against you, feeling as close as never was how you got here.

how you trembled against him, ears ringing and how the hot liquid burned your skin, you got to the assumption it was at least two hours you spent inside that damned shower booth. bending yourself over in ninety degrees, your kneecaps were at their limits and were ready to collapse but before that could happen, mikey reached on arm under your torso, keeping you in your place by your throat and his other hand under you, on your stomach.

“you ready, girl?..” his thin, pink lips formed into a stronger smug over the time, seeing you so broken by him fueled his ego like fresh wood the fire. eyebrows furrowed, now his rhythm knew no pattern, messily and sloppily splashing against your tight walls, cum already decorated the fat of your ass from the previous rounds, the way he went in and out made your hole gushing over and over again, leaking his seed out of your pussy and feeling it running down by your thighs, eventually the water washing it away. your tears -even though your taste buds felt the saltiness of it- and your saliva dripping past your squeezed together lips could not be seen how it blended with the water.

libido still as strong as at the start, making you think he collected this much power throughout the day, considering how mikey was everything but not a high maintenance. how rough he can be and as harsh as he can be, he tires as quickly and by this you were already used to quick ones and your session ending early.

now this wasn’t a day like that, hoping to end this as fast as possible, your brain drained to impossibly dry, you focused on your breathing, concentrating not to faint, then you felt his head brutally slamming to your sweet spot without a seconds of break, causing you to merely yelp, a shock wave sent to your spine, making you straighten up right in that moment, hands clenching into fists against the wall you were leaning against.

the taller one’s hand sneakily wandered down, right between your legs, brushing two of his fingertips to your wet lips and after some caressing, it delved deeper in your folds with long strokes, not forgetting to pinch your clit here and there, wanting to make your orgasm as pleasurable as possible. you arched your back, gasping and shamelessly screaming his name like a chant, repeating it with more and more moans slipping between the words.

your body ached, especially down there, it was painful and good at the same time, leaving you confused how you wanted him to stop right there or just give in to the sensation.

suddenly your eyes dilated, gasping out, you reached behind, hands grabbing into the back of his neck, as he pushed his face into your wet hair, not bothering how the water was right against your face, clenching down on him the feeling of his balls emptying themself inside of you once again made you come alongside him in the same second. not faltering, his thrust stayed at the same speed, he grunted into you, trying to cover all those filthy sounds he never thought he’s capable of letting out. mikey’s eyes squeezed together, with few more messy thrusts the boy calmed down but not pulled himself out of you. letting himself rest inside, watching how his seed got pushed out for making room inside your hole to his thick cock, fitting perfectly, as if you were just created for him by the way you picked up his members’ shape.

his grip softened and like that, you fell forward to the wall. his giggles hit your ear, making your nerves popping on your forehead and not thinking about what to do, everything got said which firstly came to your mind. little scolding, what of course in one ear and out on the other for him but in return the boy gifted you with soothing caresses on your spine, which made you calm down immediately. attention now turning back to what you originally had planned to do here alone, showering.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

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╰┈➤ characters....•`HAMNA SHUJI´•.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... your tits obsessed boyfriend is simply uncapable to leave you alone and the truth pains his heart how you need some alone time. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 1,1k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... sfw, fluff, final timeline!shuji, boyfriend!shuji, slight angst, female reader, mentions of female bodyparts (tits) ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

a/n: random drabble bc while a couldn't sleep.

this week was tiring. tiring like nothing you could’ve imagine in those past years of yours. going through this again would be a torture invented by satan himself to make you regret even your existence. and like this, you were laying on the bed, some loose white shirt effortlessly thrown over your upper-body, showing your back’s outline faintly, facing downwards, sighing into the pillow what was nearly suffocating the breath out of you until you heard the door open then shutting back almost immediately.

“sweets, y’know what i told you about people who lay on their chests.” you could practically hear that shit eating grin he had on his face as he scolded you —or at least pretended to, just to seem like the caring boyfriend he deep down is— a groan from your throat, muffled against the pillows.

“hamna.” this probably wasn’t the time you were in for jokes or his stupid advices thrown around in the air. he raised one eyebrow —though you still didn’t face him, you heard the killing silence in the room— shuji placed one of his hands on his hips, bucking it forward slightly and cocking his head. “i’m not in the mood for your stupid stuff..” you broke the silence, trying to shoo him shu away, but you love him. you love him truly, he always tried to accommodate you, your feelings, your thoughts, your mood-swings.

he raised his hand which was hanging low on his side in a defending manner “‘kay, ‘kay girl… goddamn..” now it was shuji’s turn to let out an exhale. “i just don’t want those pretty tits of yours hurt, y’know—” you went nuts to his words, pushing yourself away from the cushions by your hand, jaw clenching. you were pretty close to snap at him in any minute, but unfortunately for you, he continued “besides! i— uhh— i don’t want your back to— uhh— hurt. yeah—… yeah! that’s right!” the taller male’s voice didn’t break, it was as steady as before but with a little raise of his tone, “don’t be mad, sugar, just listen to me, yeah? i want your body to be as healthy as… possible… yeah..” after he finished his sentence, he couldn’t resists the urge by now, neither tried and a laugh fell from his lips. you turned slowly your head in his direction as you listened to his concern about your posture. he made his way next to you and felt the mattress shrink just beside you as you pushed your face back into the pillow’s warm and safety to try and not to get even a glance at this man at the current moment.

then silence sat between you, he just waited minutes for you to act and you also waited minutes for him to leave. it was all so beautiful and calm and quiet until.

“you’re not going to leave, are you?”

“that’s right, girl.”

a few mumbled curses sinked into the silk beige colored pillowcase which you would kill for at the moment but even so, your dear boyfriend’s request were much more important. so in defeat you rolled over, your side hitting his arm with which he leaned on in his sitting position “happy now, fucker?” you grumbled, lips in thin line and eyes smoothly rolling in annoyance. another grin curled up on his face, you examined his features, wet black and blonde locks now sticking to his forehead, taking up space so that he barely could see through past them. the thin black shirt’s edge danced on his collarbone, orbs almost piercing through you, since you know how much cockiness and arrogance that bastard held in his thick skull which you could never crack, you knew how he would rather die than breaking eye contact and seem even just by a little bit weaker than you. therefore he mocked you instead when you were the one averting his gaze, just like now. you were on the verge of pulling all his hair out from his scalp with a quick movement but decided to take it easy and simply ignore him.

“i knew you would do that.” he starts again.

“don’t speak to me.”

“you’re at it again huh..” and in this moment you looked back at his face, seeing him now frown. your heart sank as you couldn’t decide how he truly was hurt or it was just another one from his schemes to make you feel pity towards his dear soul. he seemed bitter, it happened more and more often. how you were nothing close to kind and gentle when your mind and body was drained from work, it just left him sorrowful and the thought of him not being able to help or even cheer you with puns was a fear he always had. he missed and longed again for those times your laughter painted the walls and not yells that was closer to nails on chalkboard than anything ‘soft’.

he nodded, his fingers scratching the back of his neck, shuji faced away and gulped down a lump on his throat. “okay.. i get it.. you can talk to me if you decide to, anytime, just so you know.” his voice falters, internally reminding himself yet again to not run his mouth without any thinking. from instincts, you grasped your fingers around his wrists, with the intent keeping him in his place.

in an instant he hovered back over you, just as if your touch erased all of his earlier thoughts from his head of leaving you alone. his arm freed themself easily from your grip and his hands landed on both of your sides. shuji sat there, somehow still pinning down your relaxed body, you facing towards him.

you moved your arm past his, and cupped his cheeks hesitantly, almost as if he’s going to be hurt by your feather-light touch. he shut his eyes close, enjoying your scent, your skin’s feelings on his face. it burned deep inside his memory, stored away in the deepest and most hidden places of his mind. to remember it, to remember you, on the days when you’re not there, if fates decides that you must continue your ways separately. even though he still doesn’t probably won’t even know what to do—

“what’re you thinking about, shuji?” his eyes went wide, lips still trembling, but only listening to your voice now. you could read him, like an open book placed in front of you. you asked him, what’s he thinking about, but in reality you already knew, you already knew how paranoid he was about losing you, about forgetting you one day in the future. the depths were crazy, he found himself go to keep you. it left you shocked, thinking he would not be able to love someone truly and right in this lifetime.

“well—”

“i won’t leave you.”

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