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rottendollface · 2 months

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Smoke Relationship Headcanons

Character: Smoke | Tomas Vrbada.

Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, dom!Tomas, toxic relationship, jealousy; mental and physical abuse; unprotected sex, thoughts of baby trapping, oral sex; the action takes place before Bi-Han's betrayal, 18+.

• Tomas, who is searching for a civilian woman on purpose. He knows how to make a good impression, and he is well aware of his soft, lovely appearance. Once he has his eyes on you, he will act his best only to lure you into his trap.

• Tomas knows whom to target. He doesn't want a strong woman. He wants a shy, soft girl, a damsel in distress, so he can be her hero; but don't be fooled by such a valiant motive: the more he saves you, the more you owe him, and he won't hesitate to charge you for everything he has ever done to you.

• He lies about his background shamelessly. For you, he is a good guy, Tomas, who works as a policeman in a neighborhood district department. What about his family? His mother and sister tragically perished, and he was adopted by family friends. Tomas is a nice guy, and so are his brothers. He never tells you the names, dates, and places – and you can't even notice it because Tomas just doesn't shut up. He tells you so many things that you constantly lose the plot. However, from you, he expects to hear the whole story with all the following facts.

• Tomas is very caring with you. He assures you that you can trust him all your worries and your mind. His words are sweet, and his hands are gentle when he touches you. Tomas helps you with everything – you don't even have to ask. He is perfect, but he does it only to learn your weaknesses. Got too emotional and told him about your mental struggles? Tomas will make a note on how to put you into stress. Shared your fears with him? He is already planning on how to use it against you to make you vulnerable.

• He always belittles himself in front of you to hear you praising him. You put your whole pure soul into the kindest words he has ever heard in his life. Sometimes, he thinks that even his mother loved him less than you do. You are a marvelous persona, and he does everything in his might to become like you. Staying in your presence feels like basking in the Sun, and Tomas wants to become a better person for you. Did you really believe it? Well, it's better for him. Tomas does it on purpose – he gives you a false feeling of being a savior, an angel in a relationship to make your bond feel special.

• Does Tomas love you? Of course, he does, but the way he shows it is a little... different. He was raised by people who massacred his family. Since childhood, he had to kill to survive. He is a disgusting, sick creature, a predator who lives by animal impulses. Tomas doesn't know love in its normal way. He is afraid to lose you due to this reason, so he is hunting you in a different way: he wants to bind you to himself, make you addicted to him. Tomas will succeed, he believes.

• Tomas is jealous of you. He hates every man for looking at you, he hates you for being so kind with everyone around you, and he hates himself for allowing you to walk everywhere you want. It would be better for him if you were isolated from society. Tomas starts to scare you with police statistics on assaults on young women; he asks you to be extra careful when you leave your home, recommends you to give him access to your location, controls your outfits and makeup. You can shine with your beauty only when he is around, and while he isn't with you, you are allowed to wear something neutral so as not to draw attention to yourself. If you want to party with your friends, he has to know all their phone numbers and be in constant contact with you: if you aren't answering his messages for more than an hour, he will call you until you pick up. Tomas is aware that it scares you to see so many missed calls, and he does it to force a guilt on you. You have to excuse yourself and leave for half an hour in the best case to call him back, mentally prepared to hear his annoyed voice.

"...was found in an alleyway with her throat slashed."

"...her eyes were gouged."

"...drugged her drink and then raped her unconscious body."

Begging him to stop won't give you any results. Tomas wants you to remember once and for all: without him, you can easily become a heroine of tragic news reports. He will continue to intimidate you until you become too scared to exist in society.

• In relationship fights, he uses dirty tricks. Tomas gives you silent treatment to provide you an opportunity to think about your actions and goes on missions, keeping his phone turned off. It drives you crazy – every time you are afraid that he will be injured, and you will be the last to know about it. You would prefer him to scream at you than look you over and keep silent.

• Sometimes, when you two are not fighting, but starting to argue, he grabs your hands or claws his fingers in your shoulder dangerously close to your neck. Tomas is a strong man with an impressive physique – and some of his touches leave bruises on your skin. You ask him to be more careful with you, yet it goes unheard by him. His way to say sorry in this situation is to kiss each bruise after it gets its beautiful cornflower-blue color with purple streaks. The tenderness in his lips when he is doing that makes you think that Tomas likes to hurt you.

• Still, Tomas is a good husband material! He provides you, always makes sure your fridge is full of the best food. With Tomas, you don't have to worry about money. He will easily pay for your education and your cravings.

Tomas is traditional and believes that you should be a stay-at-home mother for your future children. To be honest, in Lin Kuei, you will have nothing else to do but to watch after kids. Sometimes, he dreams of leaving the clan and living with you like his parents did. One day, when it will be safe for him and you will have nowhere to run, he is going to tell you the whole truth about himself.

• Talking about children, Tomas loves the idea to be a family man. His foster parents made sure to raise all of the sons this way. It is also a good way to chain you to him. Constantly pregnant, you will have no other way but to stay with him.

• Tomas just feels the urge to breed you. Like an animal in rut, he won't cum anywhere, but inside you. Want it or not, he will force his seed in your womb. Tomas is the type to sabotage your birth control if you take any and impale condoms. He will find the words to assure you to have unprotected sex – he knows you so well he can convince you in everything.

• Tomas lives to grope you. He adores the way his big palms squeeze your buttcheecks, this delicious fat taking the form of his hands. He will grab you by your thighs when you sit next to him, making his way in between your legs by pressing on your skin roughly, impelling you to spread them.

• Thigh-sex from behind is a must for him: just one thought of his dick nestling in between your sweet inner thigs, right under your dripping pussy, gives him a boner. Your slick makes it easy to move, and Tomas shamelessly uses it for his pleasure. For you, it is nothing more, but a sweet torture, as you feel his throbbing length rubbing under your awaiting hole. You beg him and whine for him, but Tomas just grabs you by your hands, making you arch your back, and goes faster, bringing his climax closer.

• He won't go further without oral. Expect him to eat you out until you go stupid. Tomas is an expert in what he is doing: toying with your clit by sucking, munching and licking on it, he is then sliding his tongue down to your hole. Stuffing you with his saliva and tongue, he changes it on his thick fingers when it's time to go back to your trembling clitoris. He will slide up and down, his tongue flat to cover all the parts of your pussy.

Tomas expects you to give him head back after he finishes with you. The clouded gaze with heavy eyelids you give him when your plump pink lips close on the tip of his dick makes it more erotic. He is training you to take all of him in your mouth in one go, yet it brings Tomas more pleasure when you're starting at the tip and slowly making it down to the base, letting his length into your hot tight throat. You are sucking him, trailing every vein with your tongue. Saliva is streaming down from the corners of your mouth to your chin, making bubbles – Tomas is watching you with attentive eyes, memorizing every detail. Tomas is the type to grab you by your hair and start fucking your mouth roughly, enjoying you choking on his cock.

• No matter the position, Tomas is always in control of you. His hands never leave your body, helping you to adapt to his pace instead. Yet Tomas' favorites are doggy and missionary. For him, deeper penetration means better chances to make you pregnant. Taking you from behind allows him to go rougher on your poor cunt, that certainly will be swollen by the end of the intercourse. Pulling you on his cock, Tomas shivers at the feeling of your wet walls spasming around his length. His head is spinning when he sees his seed leaking out your red and messy pussy. Tomas pushes it back with his fingers, watching you squirm under him, as he is stuffing your already sensitive insides. For sure, he will go on you for another round, fucking his cum at the deepest parts of your womb.

• Every time you fall asleep by his side, Tomas is thinking about introducing you to his reality. It will be a long, painful process of your complete disappearance from previous life. Saying goodbye to old friends and family is never an easy task, but you will do it for Tomas – he will gladly help you with it.

#smoke smut #mk1 smut #mk1 smoke #mk1 smoke smut #tomas vrbada smut #smoke x femreader #mortal kombat 1 smut #tomas vrbada x you #tomas vrbada x reader

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mrskokushibo · 10 months

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Kyojuro x s/o reader on her period - headcanons

A/N: Requested by Anon.

Warnings: None. Slightly suggestive content at times, but only because you guys have dirty minds : ). So yeah, this is SFW.

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Gif by @gamergirl-niffler

• It really seems like you are the luckiest girl in the world. Kyojuro is a gentle and caring boyfriend, always ready to make your day a little brighter. His funny antics and enthusiasm could sway a hippo. And his smile? Well…that really is as if the sun suddenly materialised into human form.

• He will literally do anything for you. So, when that difficult time of the month arrives, he is there to help you ease through it. Your periods are heavy and painful, with cramps so bad that you sometimes are about to faint. You also get extra grumpy before your monthly nuisance.

• He knows you well enough to be able to tell what’s coming. On those days preceding your period, he will make sure to keep you busy with various distractions. You are very active, which comes with the territory of being this strong and athletic Hashira’s girl, so he will take you out for a nice hike in the woods or go and try the new gym in town. Either way, he will make sure your mind is occupied to keep your PMS-gloom at bay.

• You are both usually starved after physical activities, and will almost always end up at your favourite restaurant overeating and laughing at his lame jokes. (His sense of humour is borderline dorky).

• Back at home, well, you know…you will most likely head to the bedroom and, yeah… (use your imagination for this one, kiddos : ))

• But then it comes. The first cramp and the pulling sensation on the side of your belly and hips, tension and pain radiating down your thigh. Your period has arrived.

• The first two days are often the hardest on you. You may sometimes need to stay in bed. That’s when his caring side gets to shine. He will tuck you in with extra blankets, maybe even organise fresh bedsheets so that you can feel extra cozy. There will be teddies and soft cushions everywhere and he will get a few interesting new books for you to read.

• As your periods are fairly regular, he will plan his missions around them to secure that he can be home with you when you need him the most.

• He cooks for you. And what I mean by this is that there will be more food than you can humanly consume. He actually is quite good at cooking, but where he really shines, are sweets. You swear, that if it wasn’t for all the exercise you both get (both sports and other, mhm, activities), you would be fat by now. Because there is so much food, he often ends up inviting Senjuro or the other Hashira over so that the food does not go to waste.

• He will be spoon-feeding you your favourite desserts, luscious chocolate mousse with fresh berries and a hint of vanilla or homemade ice cream with choc-fudge sauce. If you get any of it on your chin, he will wipe it off for you, dabbing your skin gently with a napkin. And…if any of it ends up dropping somewhere else on you, he will use his finger to wipe it off, slowly running it on your soft skin and looking you in the eye with an innocent smile. He knows how much you like his touch and what it does to you… He is not that innocent, after all…

• He loves every bit of you, so if that action makes you crave something else than food, well, who is he then to deny you your wish? That surely is a great way to relieve period pain…He will make sure to lay out towels and have napkins at hand so that the mess is easy to clean up. And since we talk about cleaning up, he will carry you to the bathroom afterward and shower you, dress you in fresh panties and a safety pad, and give you a relaxing massage when you are back in bed.

• Once the worst days are over, he will take you out shopping followed by movies and dinner. And if you choose to stay home, then he will order your favourite take-away and have a movie marathon with you.

• He is big on giving cuddles. He will have you sit in his lap, your head cuddled into his toned chest, his unruly hair tickling your face in a cute way and his strong arms wrapped around you. He doesn’t mind if you want to stay like this for hours. He will gently rub your back and tell you stories from his missions if you are in the mood for listening to that. Otherwise, he will just stay silent and offer his comforting warmth to him.

• And when your period is over…well, as a loving girlfriend, you always make sure to show your gratitude and appreciation in a way he never forgets, and that always makes him crave for more…

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xpao-bearx · 4 months

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This is dedicated to the absolutely beautiful hooman bean @basketobread 💕 They are truly one of the best people I've EVER met and has such a kind, wonderful heart!!! Furthermore, all of their artworks are literal ✨️MASTERPIECES✨️ They and their works are a constant source of joy for me and I just got inspired to write this very short, very simple fic of my BG3 Tav and their much beloved character Lunara meeting 🥰 It's not much, but I hope y'all like it and I hope even more that I did Lunara's amazing character justice! This is also my first time writing my Tav in a story format so it's great practice and an opportunity to flesh her out more before I post my fic of her and Astarion :)

More about my Tav here + this is the song she's singing in this story (and fun fact: I headcanon the singer to be my Tav's voiceclaim!) ❤️

Fic is under the cut and thanks sooo much for reading!! \(^o^)/

Darkness consumed the drow cleric's entire visage. A darkness that reminded her of her past in the Underdark; a waking nightmare she miraculously escaped, forging a path of her own, under the light and guidance of her Lady of Silver.

But this time, she feared that this smothering darkness would be...permanent. She could feel herself blinking, yet only blackest black and the stinging prick of her tears greeted her. She felt the ground beneath her and she doesn't think she broke any bones--or so she hopes--but she couldn't move. There was a looming heaviness in her chest and ice gripping at her heart.

Is she...dying? Eyes fluttering shut, she's resigned to her paralysis, but has not given up hope.

Because fuck that, she's most definitely not a quitter.

"M-My Lady of S-Silver..." She murmured, weak in physique but ever strong in her faith. "P-Please watch o-over me, h-help me overcome..."

She hasn't the faintest clue how long she stayed like that, strengthening herself in prayer, though eventually her ears perked up at the sound of...footsteps?

Something--or, rather, someone--sat next to her. She heard some shuffling then the soft strum of a lyre being played and a beautiful, soothing voice reverberating in her head.

"Flower, gleam and glow

Let your power shine

Make the clock reverse

Bring back what once was mine"

As the mystery songstress continued, she could feel power coursing through her veins, slowly but surely. She blinked once more and faint spots of light danced amidst the shadows.

"Heal what has been hurt

Change the Fates' design

Save what has been lost

Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine"

She felt her fingers twitching, toes wiggling; and, like a flower blossoming, she rose. She let out a sharp gasp as she sat up, chest still heavy but not as excruciating as it was before.

She's alive.

She blinked rapidly, perfect vision returning. She had hardly a moment to gather her bearings when someone's voice rang excitedly.

"Holy hells! I'm so glad you weren't, like, completely dead! Good thing I saw you just in time!"

Her gaze landed on the young woman before her. A half-drow with a smile as bright as the sun and mismatched eyes (one, she noticed, being a rather unusual blood red with a prominent scar across it). She was pretty--ahem, very pretty, might she add--but looked worse for wear. Something she was sure she looked, too.

Before either of them could say anything else, a migraine hit them both like a spiked club. They both cradled their heads in their hands, fragments of a hellish nautiloid swirling in their minds, waiting for the pain to pass and their eyes meeting in recognition.

When it finally did, the stranger piped up once more.

"Oh, wow, we're parasite pals!"

Despite the situation of it all, she laughed. A welcoming warmth radiated from the strange stranger, enveloping her and easing the tension of all of today's utter bullshit. From being kidnapped by godsdamned Mind Flayers to being infected by a disgusting parasite, she laughed and felt comforted that, at the very least, she was not alone.

"Indeed we are!" She grinned before holding her hand out. "Thank you so, so much for saving me! My name is Lunara and you are..?"

The stranger beamed, shaking Lunara's hand and her other hand making a theatrical waving gesture. "Mon'sun, at your service, fair maiden! Perhaps you've heard of me, perhaps not. The tale of my titillating life is still being written, you see~"

'Ehe. TIT-illating.' Lunara thought to herself, letting out a small chuckle before clearing her throat. She was a toootally mature adult, after all.

"Well, Mon'sun, Selûne's blessings upon you!" Lunara did a half bow, mimicking Mon'sun's theatrics which Mon'sun definitely approved of. "Besides your incredibly kind and gracious act of saving me, I'm positive my Lady of Silver led you here for a reason. What say you we band together and find a cure for this parasite?"

"Oho, asking to team up so fast? I would say take me out to dinner first, but I'm pretty easy sooo..." She joked, making a show of thinking before gasping dramatically, pretending to cry tears of joy. "Yes! A thousand times yes!"

Lunara just as dramatically placed a hand over her heart, sniffling. "Thank you! I promise to make you a happy woman!"

As they both stood up chattering and laughing away, preparing for the thrill of adventure ahead, Lunara noticed she was missing her coin pouch.

"Have you seen my coin pouch? I could've sworn I had it tied tightly around my waist, so there's no way it could've fallen off after the nautiloid crash." Lunara questioned as her purple eyes darted around their surroundings, ash and smoke rising from all the debris.

"Perhaps it burned away from the flames of the crash." Mon'sun replied smoothly, helping Lunara seek for her humble riches.

(Pssst, Mon'sun is lying and has Lunara's pouch in her pack, but she rolled a Nat 20 on ✨️deception✨️ sooo...)

"Well, nevermind then!" Lunara shrugged, smiling. "I'm sure our Lady of Silver will grant us great blessings for our journey. In fact, she has already bestowed upon me a most wonderful blessing in the form of a kind, trustworthy new friend!"

Narrator: *As the two drow kin embark on their perilous quest to free themselves of their parasites, a haunting voice echoes deep within the recesses of Mon'sun's mind; her own parasite. One of a different, godly breed taunting her--tormenting her.*

"Do you wish to find comfort in the presence of another inferior god, spiderling?" Lolth cackled, cruel music flooding Mon'sun's ears, vicious mockery only she can hear. "Such foolishness will only bring about disappointment...much like your new companion. But I am here, spiderling. Always watching. It is only a matter of TIME for you to bathe in her blood."

Mon'sun abruptly stopped in her tracks, shutting her eyes tight, nails digging into the palms of her hands that nearly drew blood as she willed the spider goddess to not so kindly fuck off. She was used to this by now, the lure of Lolth's appalling temptations always merciless, sickening, and...gratifying.

But no. She will never ever give in. Absolutely fucking NOT!

"Are you alright, Mon'sun?"

Mon'sun's eyes snapped open, sweat beading down her temple and wide, frantic eyes landing on Lunara, a few feet in front of her staring at her in concern.

"...I forgot!" A beat too late, a beat too nervous. But thankfully, Lunara didn't seem to notice it, only watching in curiousity as Mon'sun rummaged through her pack that was literally ripping off the seams.

Mon'sun then procured a small purple pouch, smiling sheepishly as she handed it to Lunara.

"Apologies, friend. I stole picked this up earlier and just remembered it now. This must be yours, yes?"

Lunara caught Mon'sun completely off guard when she launched herself at the other girl, wrapping her arms around Mon'sun.

"Oh, our Lady of Silver truly blesses me! Thank you, friend, your kindness knows no bounds!" Lunara giggled.

Mon'sun was still for a few moments before returning the embrace, laying her head against Lunara's chest. Her bardic ear listened close, the faint thrum of Lunara's heartbeat--as lovely as its owner--lulling her to a wonderful sense of security.

No matter how temporary.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Gifts for Bob #Lunara Posting #Mon'sun

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jaidens · 7 months

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Hello sweety 🤍

Can I request headcanons or a prompt about Dean Winchester dating a female nephilim? She's the daughter of lucifer but tries to live like a normal human being. Though sometimes her powers go crazy and she struggles with handling them.

Have a lovely day and drink enough!!

the only bad you've ever done was to see the good in me

pairing [s] : dean winchester x reader

warning [s] : nothing | this isn't really good i apologize 😭🙏

a/n [s] : ty for the request sweets! have a great day too!

“Dean,” He hears his name called with a terrified shout and a yell. “I can't stop it!” Dean runs to your room, as your eyes flick between red and your natural color. Sam is standing there, almost completely terrified as he is staring at Dean. You're in the middle of the floor, with your knees curled up to your chest.

“C'mon look at me!”

He sits down in front of you, grabbing your hands in his. You thrash your head against the bed and yell as you hold back the strength that attempts to get at Dean.

Dean always loved your eyes, catching himself staring at them while you watched as the sun sets. Sitting on the hood of the Impala, drinking from a soda. The way he swore they glittered in the reflection of the ocean that rides waves. You would always get angry at his staring. With a smile and a laugh, you'd cover your face and tell him: “Stop staring Dean. Take a picture it'll last.” He thought they were filled with life, understanding, and the answer key to what he craved in his life. Love.

Your hands shake as they grab onto his grayish blue jacket feverishly. The lights swing and flicker as the pain starts to worsen. The headache rings in your head and you look terrified. “Dean it hurts! What is happening?!” Dean tries to hold your thrashing arms with his, tugging you close to him.

It was a successful hunt. You saved a family from being killed for revenge, the pride that fulfills you makes a permanent smile on your face. You were sixteen years old; same as the boy who is relaxing with the gun in his hand. “Dean, let's get home c’mon.” Dean kisses your temple and lets you carry him to the Impala where Sam and John are already turning over the engine. Your arms are soft and warm, pulling him into a deep sleep.

“It’s okay. Breathe, sweetheart.” Dean hides the way his voice quivers and how he shakes as you try and reach your breath that seems worlds apart. The lights that hang almost slam against the ceiling before they're relaxed, only moving slightly. Your eyes are back to the way Dean loves them, how he knows them, how he's memorized them.

“Dean!” You shout at him, getting twisted in the creme-colored sheets that are laid on the bed messily. After an unforgettable night, Dean woke you up with soft neck kisses and his hands tickling your side. “Stop!” He stops for a second and admires you. You lay in the natural sun that seeps through the curtains, letting it shine into your eyes and he can see every color that blings in the light.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I don't know how—” You try to apologize before you're cut off by Dean shushing you. You flinch when he goes to hold you closer to him, letting his head go in between your neck and shoulder. Your heartbeat is still jumping out of your chest as you attempt to calm down.

“It’s okay.” Dean tells you while Sam leaves, shutting the door on his way out. “I swear, it's fine. I will always be here for you.” You're watching him and the way he messes with the t-shirt that is his that hangs down to on your thighs.

“I almost think I'm good sometimes. Then, I swear he wants to remind me where I come from. A horrible person.” The words make Dean frown, and shake his head in disagreement.

Dean has a scrapped palm and knees. You're running after him on the playground when he fell. You run to him, sit down, and wipe off the rubble that connects to his skin. “Are you okay!? I’m sorry, I didn't even realize about the bump there.” Dean shakes his head in disagreement and stands up with your help. “It’s okay. I’m fine ... now .. tag you're it!”

“You’re better than half of this damn Earth. Don't you say that. The only wrong thing you've done is saying that you're a bad person.”

There's a box of kittens in an alleyway as you and Dean attempt to find evidence for the hunt. You immediately stop everything to go investigate the cardboard box with ‘FREE’ labeled on the front. “No, Y/N. We aren't taking them.” Dean tells you firmly and you look up at him and cross your arms. “Well, we can't leave them. Let's at least take them to the animal shelter, so they won't freeze out here tonight.” That's where Dean remembered why he fell in love with you.

You kiss Dean, hand gliding up his shoulder and relaxing. “I’m sorry— thank you. I'm tried really hard, I'm sorry.” You apologize and Dean gives you a smile, lips curling up.

Dean Winchester wasn't a good person by any means, but you made him a better person. Even if you weren't biologically, the way he holds you in his arms while kissing the top of your head makes you understand differently. The words you and him share are sacred to your heart. “Thank you.” Is all you say to him as he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep.

This is how you fell in love. With his dumb and stupid self, with perfect everything and magical hands for not just 1967 Impalas. Dean was your better half, and truly, you couldn't find anyone else to fill that void in your heart.

#dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x y/n #supernatural x you #supernatural x y/n #supernatural x reader #jensen ackles x female!reader #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x reader #dean x you #dean x reader

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aquillaac3 · 6 months

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It was a regular day at the Welcome Home neighborhood, the sun shined brighter as it used to before and butterflies rests on the buds of the vibrant colorful flowers.

It was breakfast time and Falco knew it as her stomach grumbled excitedly for it craved Poppy's magnificent goods accompanied with warm cup of tea.

As she reached at the kitchen, the human was received with a warm smile from the big red colorful bird that offered housing at her barn, this made Falco feel at home for the very first time.

"Good morning, Falco. I see that you woke up early this morning!" Poppy chirped as she turned off the stove, the kitchen now wafted with the sweet smell of lemon grass, Falco couldn't help but hug at the gigantic bird, it was habit she once practiced at home in real life with her mother...

"Oh my, it seems like someone is happy!"

"I am! I managed to sleep well this morning and this time, I didn't have nightmares!"

This made Poppy's smile widen, feeling proud at her human friend for she knows how difficult it was for Falco to sleep at nights. During her stay, she would wake up at nights with panic attacks. It appears that she lost someone important in her life. Poppy does her best to keep her company during the nights, Falco would apologize for ruining her sleep as she sobbed on her shoulder but Poppy reassure her that it was no problem.

The two ladies sat on the table, enjoying each others company as they shared a warm cup of tea, Falco nearly ate half of Poppy's baking. If Poppy ever opened a bakery shop it would surely likely that Falco would be her number one loyal customer.

When breakfast was finished Falco offered to wash the dishes this time as a way to pay her gratitude towards Poppy since she made breakfast. The young girl began to rinse the small cups that were still warm from the beverage not noticing that Poppy was entranced at the soft curls of her hair. With careful steps, she lean her long feathery neck as she took a closer look at her hair, analyzing at each perfect strand surrounding Falco's head.

"Um, ex- excuse me... dear? But um," the bird squeaked, Falco closed the tap once she heard Poppy's soft voice, she wiped her soaked hands against the fabric of her pants as turned to look her, this made Poppy stammer through her words, her voice getting lower as she continued, "I hope it, uh, I hope it doesn't bother you but err, can I... Can I touch your hair?" She asked timidly.

This brought a smile on Falco's lips, it was truly adorable that Poppy was asking for permission to touch her hair.

"Eheh, sure go ahead! You can make a braid if you want!" the human insisted, turning her head giving Poppy her full permission. Nervously, Poppy lifted a shaky feathery wing and gently ran it down on Falco's hair as it bounced back after her touch making the bird gasp with star in her eyes, she gave it another stroke that soon turned into pets, the feeling of the human's soft strands against her wing made her feel at ease.

This made Falco giggle at her friend's curiosity as she continued in doing the dishes while Poppy struggle in making a small braid.

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I found this cute welcome home characters headcanon when they have a new neighbor that is human! Each of them has their cute was in showing their love and interest to their new companion. It was written by @florapal

Originally I wanted to draw all the wh characters but college has me on chokehold, my mom passed away, had to move to another country, I mean I had a lot going on that I ended not continuing the rest. (No worries, I am no longer mentally ill!)

BUT I did managed to draw Poppy since she's one of my top favorites (along with Eddie) and a huge comfort for me. I even wrote a small fic behind the image as a way to comfort myself after the lost of my mother.

Florapal, if it makes you uncomfortable the fact that I wrote and mentioned my sudden loss, you can go ahead and inform me, I would deleted the whole fic but keep the image.

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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Watercolor Eyes ║ Santiago "Pope" Garcia

a/n: this fic is directly inspired by @prolix-yuy 's absolutely gorgeous series something new I can't recommend this series enough it was such a joy to read, and after reading her headcanons about the other sw! triple frontier boys I couldn't stop thinking of santi <33 thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of this world and write for it! I hope you enjoy 💕

and special thank to my bby @inklore who supports me always and beta'd this fic for me, ilysm 💖

pairing: santiago "pope" garcia x fem!reader

genre: smut with little plot, minors dni

word count: 7k

summary: after another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.

warnings: sex worker!santi, oral (receiving & first time), dirty talking, bdsm dynamics, soft dom!santi, sub!reader, reader showing brat tendencies, brat tamer!santi, piv, use of a condom, squirting, the use of sir, swearing, orgasm denial/cumming on command, soft bondage, dry humping, teasing, begging, aftercare

Watercolor Eyes Masterlist

The neon letters shine loud and bright within the night: Cafe Watercolor. Seeing the pink sign used to make you smile, it was a sign that represented your dreams, your hopes, your future. Now it only symbolizes the harsh truth of reality. You’re a failure. Unable to get your small bakery cafe off the ground. You sit behind the counter, head propped up with your elbow as you look outside with a bored gaze. The air conditioning hisses, mixing with the coffee shop playlist you prepared the day before you opened up your little cafe. The tunes of a melancholic piano overlaps the sound of the air conditioner, the vocals of “The head and the heart” filling the small space.

Summers in Florida consist of humidity, rain and the burning sun. To you, it’s hell on heart. But as someone who always felt more focused with the pitter patters of raindrops, it wasn’t that bad. With a broken sigh, you watch a couple, hand in hand, soaked to the marrow, running to the bus stop. The pouring rain should’ve been any coffee shop owners bread and butter, people searched for shelter, the scent of coffee and sweets was always enticing enough to beckon them inside. Sadly, they either ran past the shop, much similarly to the couple from before, or took shelter at the coffee shop right across from you. It was brighter, bigger, and had all of those fancy new drinks. Right now your menu is limited, you focus on the baking aspect more, there lays your true passion, but you enjoyed a good cup of coffee as well so you threw that into the mix too.

And you know it’s good coffee. Those who bothered to enter would be astounded by the rich flavors and the free baked goods you threw in. You just need them to take one bite. After that they came again and again.

But a couple of regulars isn’t enough to keep your business afloat, not in this economy.

You could only hire two baristas, and since they were underpaid grad students, you didn’t blame them for not wanting to stick their neck out for the small shop. They were already juggling two other jobs.

Your family warned you; Don’t do it, they had said, You didn’t waste years of study just to open a coffee shop. Since you were a kid they wanted you to delve into the cruel world of academia. You studied archaeology, it was fun. Obviously. Who wouldn’t like to dig and unravel the remnants of a ruined civilization? But your heart always ached for something else. You didn’t want to waste your life competing with friends and others, you didn’t enjoy your classmates viewing you as a threat just because you got a good grade. You hated always having to look over your shoulder, worrying if the person that smiled at you genuinely meant it or not. It was chaotic, stress inducing. The job itself was fun, but the backstage wasn’t.

So you quit right after finishing grad school. Sure, maybe you should’ve stuck it to your parents and quit sooner, but you assumed if you actually finished studying they would finally let you go.

Of course they didn’t.

Shaking your head, you force yourself to stand up. You might as well close up shop. You don’t need your electricity bill to get even higher. Heart broken, you walk to the large window, the day's special baked goods written on the window. You almost cry when you wipe it off the board, you worked really hard on those croissants, you will have to take them home, again. At least your neighbors were happy about the free desserts.

The rain had stopped. Lonely water drops sliding down the glass, you see that the couple is still waiting for their bus. When the guy leaned in for a kiss, laughing and wet, your heart breaks a little. How long has it been since your last date? When has anyone ever looked at you like that? No one, that’s who. You had one lousy boyfriend and a couple of bad dates, after graduating your whole love and effort had gone into the shop. Needless to say you didn’t have much time to scroll the endless fuckboys of Tinder.

Tearing your gaze away from the couple’s private moment, you turn off the neon light, and push back the misplaced chairs. The silver lining is that you don’t have to do much in terms of cleaning. You’ll wipe the counter, pull out the plugs just in case, and that’ll be it. You already left the kitchen spotless after baking, which you’re glad for since now you can just go home.

Your chest heaves as you pick off the tray of croissants and package them to take to your neighbors. It's like this every night, your need to cry doubling tenfold whenever you take something you make home. You know they’re good. You just need people to give you a chance. You grab the last croissant for yourself and bite into it, dinner is settled. As you chew you moan at the taste of vanilla custard and the berry glaze, the flaky pastry crumbles, it gets on your clothes, sticks to the roof of your mouth. With the back of your hand you wipe your mouth and pat yourself down. Now you can leave.

Before leaving you take one last look, the passing cars casted their light inside, moving along and leaving the shop in darkness once more. Just like you. But it won’t last like this for long. It can’t. You won’t allow it.

Locking, and checking by rattling the door, you stuff the keys into your pockets and head home. The rain has faded but it’s still quite windy. The leaves of palm trees echoe and you see the remnants of flyers ghosting across the pavement. You see the silhouette of your bus, your steps pick up and when you realize you’re about to miss it, you run–

You’ve barely taken a couple of long strides before something sticks to your face, you collapse on the wet ground, mud and water seeping into your clothes as pain spreads across your chest.

Immediately upon getting up you see that the bus is gone, disappeared into the wind.

“Shit!” ignoring the state of your clothes you stomp your feet like a child throwing a tantrum. You viciously tear the piece of paper that led to your demise and glare at it. “Fucking– I’m going to curse the company who made this damn…flyer,”

Your eyebrows rise with curiosity. Looking down, you see a glossy flyer between your fingertips, or rather the remnants of it. The half bottom rips and falls to the concrete with a loud splat. However, the thing that piques your interest is that this particular flyer doesn’t belong to a company. It’s for a very specific service provided for lonely people like you. You drag your gaze across the men that decorate the poster, all of them looking very very handsome. It’s been a while since the color had faded from the flyer but you assume it’s from the sudden rain pour.

You should really just throw the poster away, walk your sweet ass to the bus stop and head home.

Instead, your eyes gaze at the number written in a bold font. Lucky you that the number was written on the top part of the flyer and not the bottom. Before the other bus arrives, you hurriedly pull out your phone, also soaked from the fall, and type the number, cursing every time your phone gets the number confused due to your wet fingers.

When you finally succeed in putting the numbers in, you shove the flyer into your bag to throw out for later and very carefully make your way to the bus stop.

You’ve been staring at your phone for about an hour.

You’d taken a brisk shower, gave the rest of the croissants to your neighbors, in which they thanked you, inviting you in and after dodging that bullet, you finally managed to relax on the couch.

However, what you’re doing isn’t really relaxing.

The black written numbers start to shake, your eyes stinging from staring at the screen for too long. Are you really going to do this? Are you really so lonely that you need to pay someone to spend time with you? Well yes actually, you are. It’s not like you’re shameful about asking for a service, a couple of your friends had done it, it’s just that you didn’t really know what to say when you called. Did you just say what you want? Do you need to ask for a specific man? Will it be safe? What if you get an STD among everything else?

With a loud groan, you throw your head back and let your hand fall to your lap. This is iditoic. You’re idiotic. It’s just a simple call. If whoever is on the other line sounds shady you can just hang up and pretend this never happened. Yeah. That’s it. It’s just a phone call. They can’t see you. Or force you to continue to talk. You have the power of the red button, you’ll be alright.

With a sudden surge of bravery, you raise your head and make the call. You quickly put it on speaker and anxiously listen to it ring. It feels like an eternity until someone finally picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

Oh shit. Shit shit shit– The voice that comes from the other line actually sounds good, honestly you were expecting it to be a pervert heavily breathing down the line but this is a very pleasant surprise.

When the honey-like voice speaks again, he sounds amused, as if you’re the funniest thing that happened to him all day.

“I can hear you breathing, you know? I won’t bite, promise,” he chuckles, breathy and airy. “I mean, unless that’s what you’re asking for,”

“Y-Yeah sorry,” you stumble with your words. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to remember the name of the place. “Is…this Pope’s?”

“It is and I’m Santiago, but since you sound so sweet you can just call me Santi,”

Your body heats up at his words, this is probably the most flirtatious thing anyone has said to you in months, even if technically he’s just saying that because you’re a potential customer. Your thumb rubs the corner of the smooth surface of the phone, you don’t know what to say next.

“Sorry, I don’t really know what to say,”

“That’s alright, I have all the time in the world,”

You relax at the playful tint of his voice, a soft smile ghosts across your lips.

“Do you really?”

“Well no, but you can still take your time. I can also ask you some questions to ease you in?”

“Sure?”

You hate how unsure you sound of yourself, but also you don’t think you can hide it. You genuinely feel lost, mind wandering about how others acted during these calls, you bet they knew what they wanted. They most certainly aren’t like you, causing problems by being shy and calling without looking up what to say beforehand. Damn, you really should’ve googled it first. You’re positive you can find a wikihow article about this.

“Okay let’s start out easy then, why did you call Pope’s?”

“For…company,”

“Just for that?”

You can see his smile through his voice, you bet he has an amazing one. You suck in a breath, chest puffing up as you ponder over what your next sentence should be.

“No, I would like…you know,” closing your eyes, you swallow. “Sex,”

You half expect him to laugh but he doesn’t, a soft hum echoes and he follows up with another question.

“Alright, the follow up questions might be a bit awkward but I need to ask–”

“Awkward?”

Your panicked tone seeps through the line and reaches Santi’s ear drums.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be holding your hand through it all, cariño. They’re mostly questions about your medical history,”

You nod then remembering he can’t see you quickly add, “Of course, thank you, Santi,”

When the questions are done, you check your phone only to see that an hour has already passed, much to your surprise, it felt shorter than that. Santi had asked you everything. Even things you never would’ve thought about asking a partner. And honestly it relieved you that he was so detailed with the background checks, just by his voice you can tell that he cares about what he does and for both parties concerned. It was nice. It reminds you a bit about yourself and your own work ethics.

“Okay I think that’s everything,” he states. “Do you want to continue with this?”

The uncertainty you feel comes rushing back, an encore, if you will.

“Yeah, I do. I-If everything's good,”

“Everything’s perfect,” you hear the gentle tapping of a pen. “And I think I already have the perfect match for you. Where are you? An otel?”

“Uh…” you look around your apartment. “I’m actually at my apartment…will that be a problem?”

“If it’s not a problem for you it’s not a problem for us,” he answers, voice a bit more timid than before. “But I will need an address, but if that’s going to be an issue I can look up nearby motels if you tell me which part of the city you’re in?”

“N-No, it’s fine,”

As you give out your address the red alarms in your brain screeches at you. It’s loud and mind numbing. Rightfully so. Santi tells you that it’ll take about half an hour for them to arrive and he hangs up, when he does, what you’ve just done dawns on you. You gave your address… to a stranger on the phone. And not just any address, your home address. You really are fucking stupid.

You could’ve at least taken up Santi’s offer to find you a motel nearby, this is your fucking home.

“Okay, you’ll get through this. Just deep breaths, take deep breaths…”

Placing a hand on your chest, you inhale and exhale about five to ten times. Your chest rises under your palm, you can feel your heartbeat. Everything will be alright. You have a pan that’s perfect for smacking people, better yet you have rolling pins of all sizes. You’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.

You get up and head to the bedroom, it’s a mess, sadly your home didn’t get the same squeaky treatment as your shop.

Everything will be okay.

The doorbell rings and your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. After tidying up your room, and yourself; you shaved with hurry, then put on a bra and underwear that matched in color. It’s the little things. You had a couple of toys you enjoyed, if he failed the two of you could always use those. A single woman has needs after all, and after checking the batteries you placed them into the drawer of your bedside table.

Another ring follows and you hurry to the door. You might be wearing matching underwear but other than that you hadn’t put on anything fancy; your favorite oversize shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.

Clearing your throat, you call out to the person waiting on the other side.

“Who is it?”

“Pope’s,”

This is actually happening. He’s actually here, and not a minute late, or early.

You open the door with trembling hands, the man on the other side doesn’t move an inch as you observe him, he only smiles, shooting you a quick nod and a playful wink. He stays there until you fully open the door, even then he doesn’t budge, he waits patiently while your curious gaze rakes his body. His eyes are as rich as the coffee you brew, lashes long, soft looking. You see a bit of gray mixed in his dark hair, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles at you, lips lush, made for kissing and pleasuring another. For a moment you want to reach out and drag your fingers across his jawline, you wonder if it can actually cut into your skin. His five o’clock shadow will definitely chafe between your thighs and the phantom of the feeling is enough to have your insides clench. The veins peeking above his skin meanders down into his black fitted shirt, you want to see more.

He clears his throat, smile widening into a grin.

“Can I come in?”

You know that voice, how could you not when you gave very detailed information about your sex life to that same smooth baritone.

“Santi?”

You might be imagining it, but you think his eyes sparkle when you recognize him. His excitement makes your lips break out into a smile.

“The one and only,”

Heart thrumming madly in your chest, you move out of the way. He continues to wait, an eyebrow raised as he chews on his bottom lip, he looks you up and down. What was he waiting for? Tilting your head, you answer his gleaming gaze with your confused one. As an answer, he raises both eyebrows, smiles and tilts his head to the other side.

Oh. OH.

He’s waiting for you to verbally invite him in.

“C-Come in,”

His smile never fading, he takes one long stride into your apartment. It’s elegant, graceful, and you can’t stop staring.

Santi quickly does a once over of your home as he toes off his shoes. Oddly enough, it feels like him being there completes a picture. Maybe it’s because you’ve been lonely for so long but it just seems like he belongs. You push the door as he turns to look at you, if he smiles at you any longer you might melt into a puddle.

“Should we…” your gaze falls to the floor, and with that see his socked feet; black with colorful polka dots. “Nice socks,”

“Thanks,” he grins. “It was a gift from a close friend,”

“You must really like socks then,”

“Among other things,”

His lashes flutter, eyes soft like clouds. It takes every ounce of your self control not to swoon, he feels like he ripped a whole out of your dreams and escaped.

“So, bedroom?”

Your voice gives away how nervous you are, you almost breathe out a sigh of relief when Santi shakes his head. You still have no idea what to do. And you already feel vulnerable as it is, you’d probably bust a vein if you also stripped in front of him.

“Loving the enthusiasm but maybe we should talk a bit first,” his eyes linger on the couch. “I still don’t know what you want yet,”

He sits and you follow his trail, sitting on the armchair across from the couch.

“I thought I already said it on the phone,” you whine, thoughts swirling. “Please don’t make me say it again, I’m already plenty embarrassed,”

“Don’t be,” his stern tone takes you by surprise, he leans, arms resting above his knees as he stares you directly in the eyes. “There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, it’s completely normal,”

“Really?”

Santi grins, eyes sparkling.

“If it wasn’t Pope’s would be closed already,”

“I guess you’re right,” a faint chuckle falls from your lips and upon hearing the sound he leans back, getting more comfortable. “So what do you want to know?”

“Things you enjoy during intercourse,” he thoughtfully rubs his chin. “Kinks, fetishes, anything you can think of. If you want to roleplay or not, anything,”

“Anything?”

“Well, there are a couple of things I say no to but I don’t think you’re going to say any of them, but if you do I’ll let you know,”

He winks and your lungs nearly explode. You rapidly blink at him, lowering your gaze, you think about his question. In terms of kinks you actually hadn’t tried out many, you’re curious about a lot of things but never knew how to ask for them. Exhaling, you fiddle with your fingers and look up, your cheeks aflame.

“I always wanted to try…BDSM stuff but I don’t know if I’ll actually like it,”

This seems to spike his interest, the curve of his eyebrow reaches all the way to his hairline, lips curling mischievously.

“Have you tried anything before? Bondage, blindfold, or whatever?”

“Uh…not really,” you nervously chew your bottom lip, legs squeezing together. “I never really brought it up before and my ex, well, he didn’t seem to be that interested. He tried to finger me, well not really, just attempted to rub my clit from over…my underwear, it kinda hurt actually, hated it. It's fine when I do it but maybe I just don't like it when others do it. So I’m not sure if I’ll even like the things I think about,”

“Sounds like an asshole,”

Santi’s sudden change in demeanor takes you by surprise. He seems actually angry, but also, slightly surprised by your sudden burst of honesty. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You didn’t want to overshare, or upset him. Before you can apologize he cuts you off.

“We can try the things you’re curious about, we’ll start slow, obviously, and establish a safeword,” he looks you up and down. “Do you know what a safeword is?”

“I do,”

“Good girl,”

Your heart skips a beat or two, a gasp parting your lips, you stare at him wide-eyed. He glows at your reaction, sucking in his bottom lip, he brings his perfect teeth on top of it.

“You like that?”

You nod.

“Alright, I’ll let you pick the safeword,”

“How about….” your eyes drag back to his feet. “Socks?”

He snorts, and you grin, “Socks? You’re unbelievable, how about the word for slowing down?”

“Curtain,”

Turning his head, he looks at the dark red curtains you own, then shrugs.

“Fine by me. Do you have any idea what you want to try?”

“Not really…sorry,”

“You don’t need to apologize,” his smile grows soft and it seems like he wants to reach out to you but decides against it at the last minute. “What is it that sparked your interest?”

You shrug, “I don’t know– I guess the idea of someone taking care of me, having control and knowing what’s best for me. I just, don’t really want to think, if that makes sense–”

“Loud and clear. I have a general idea of what you need, unless you have anything specific in mind?”

When he shoots you a questioning gaze, you shake your head and he nods.

“Okay then, we can get started, if you’re ready,”

When he gets up and extends a hand, you’re sweating buckets, beads of perspiration coating your skin. You look up to see his calm expression, a soft smile and adoring eyes, you take the offered limb and lead him to the bedroom.

Your stomach still churns with anxiety but as his fingers squeezes around yours, you know that he’s got you.

“Strip and lay on the bed,”

You didn’t expect the mood to change so suddenly. His harsh tone sends a shiver down your spine, wetness spreading between your legs. While he isn’t looking at you, Santi starts to unbutton his shirt, and when he notices you’re frozen with a slight tremor to your hands, he walks up to you and cups your cheeks. You lean into his touch, heart stammering as you close your eyes.

His lips find yours. It’s tender, soft and when he licks your mouth for permission, you greedily open wide for him. A moan seeps into the kiss, taking the opportunity your open mouth provides, he licks your tongue, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Your heart swells. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, and it never felt like this. Santi pulls away, lips glistening and eyes full of understanding.

“Do you still want to do this?”

You breathe out, “Yes,”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Socks,”

He can’t help the way a giggle rattles his chest, the melody reaching your ears. Leaning in, Santi playfully rubs his nose against yours.

“Strip for me then,” he hums. “I need to rectify a wrong,”

You want to ask what he means by that, but deciding that you’ll find out soon enough, you head to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. Still feeling a bit self conscious, you leave your underwear and bra on. You also have an ulterior motive, you secretly want him to be the one to remove the last articles of clothing. You seem to get your message across. He licks his lips, left only in his boxer shorts, he crawls between your legs.

You don’t know what to expect when he slides your underwear down your legs and throws it to the floor. You certainly don’t know what to expect when his mouth inches closer to your begging heat, wet and wanting.

You’ll never forget the moment his tongue languidly slides between your folds.

“Oh fuck–”

Your back arches, mind and body confused, your fingers clutch the sheets. His lips close around your folds, tongue deep inside as his hands steady your thrashing. You barely hear him letting out a satisfied hum, the vibrations shooting a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. It’s mind numbing. Amazing. His tongue is pure sin, soft and velvety. You’re lowkey pissed this is the first time you’re feeling so good. Santi relentlessly mouths at your core, lapping up every ounce of slick that makes its way out of you. Your finger finds the back of his head, pulling at the soft curls. He parts for you and you whine, hips wiggling up as you beg for him to go on.

Disapproving, Santi clicks his tongue. He peels your hand away from his head, and sends you a warnful gaze.

“Behave,”

“Y-Yes–” between your lustful haze you gasp out a word you don’t expect. “–Sir,”

You have no idea where that came from but he doesn’t question it, instead, when you pull your hand back up to your hip, he breathes out a kiss into your inner thigh. He sucks in your clit and flicks his tongue, you let out a sharp exhale, eyes squeezing shut. It’s only been what, ten minutes? You’re about to cum all over him.

He looks up at you with half lidded eyes, you feel him smiling as he flattens the wet muscle, dragging it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. However, nothing prepares you for his fingers. Your whole body jolts when he traces your entrance with two thick digits, playfully pushing only the tip in. Before you know it, your hand is buried deep in his hair once again.

This time Santi yanks it away, and before you know it his face is hovering an inch above from yours, both your hands pinned above your head, his lips damp and swollen. You swallow upon seeing the annoyance lingering in his eyes, legs trembling with heat building between them.

“Didn’t I just say to behave?” he snarls, pupils dilated.

Something mischievous rolls in your gut, with a sudden surge of bravery, you challenge his angry gaze with your own.

“So? What are you going to do about it?”

It’s so minimal, the flare you see in his eyes, slightly widening. If you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it.

“Don’t tempt me, cariño,” he leans closer, breath ghosting across your burning skin. “Are you sure you want to play this game?”

A moment of pause. He’s giving you a moment to object, to use the safeword. You don’t. Instead, you wiggle your arms, trying to peel away from his iron grasp. His lips twist into a devious smirk, the tip of his tongue darting out to touch the edge of his teeth.

“Alright, let’s play then,”

The air is forcibly pushed out of your lungs when you find yourself flipped over to your stomach. His hands moving across your body, you find your knees tucked under your thighs, hands held behind your back. He shifts behind you, holding your wrists with one hand, he leans off of the bed and scoops something off the floor. You feel the soft fabric of his shirt wrapping around your wrists, keeping them completely in place.

Santi’s chest is flushed against your back when he whispers in your ear.

“Look at you, all nicely wrapped, the perfect present,”

You struggle against the binds, a groan rattling in your chest as you figure you won’t be getting out of them anytime soon. With a huff, you bury your face into the pillows.

“Not fair,” your voice comes muffled. “It’s not my fault if it feels good, it’s my first time,”

He coos, and rubs the small of your back, “I know, baby. I know. And that’s precisely why I need you to stay put,”

His sinful mouth finds you again. Slurps and groans fill the bedroom. You feel incredibly self conscious as he parts your cheeks but it all fades away with his tongue plunging deep into your core. With two fingers, he draws quick, small circles around your clit, making your body sing with pleasure. Turning your head, you attempt to breathe in a bit of oxygen, but all of it leaves you at the same time when you moan out his name, again and again and again.

“Fuck– Fuck, Santi…” you whine, pushing into him. A warning growl rips from his throat. “S-Sorry it just feels,” you gasp. “It feels so good, I-I think I’m gonna actually cum,”

Spit dribbles from the corners of your lips and wets the pillow underneath. You want to look at him, watch him eat you out like a starved man but you can’t. The fog lifts only for a moment when he stops, only to press his lips into you again, the bed begins to sway, only a bit, a rocking sensation if you will. You attempt to mouth out a question, but cry out instead.

“Not yet,” he rasps into you, the rocking of the bed picks up. “Wait for me a bit more baby, just a bit more,”

Wait for him? What– Wait–

“Are you–” you’re cut off by your own moan caused by an especially harsh pinch on your abused clit. The pain makes you tingle with pleasure, eyes rolling back, you forget your question. You start to beg. “Please, sir, please let me cum– I need to cum, please please please,”

“Hold it in,”

The melodic tone of his voice only electrifies you. Tears build up in your eyes as your cunt flutters around him, slick dripping down your thighs. The pleasure buzzes in your ears, body screaming for you to cum, you’re trying to hold it back, you’re trying to be good, his good girl. Fuck–

“Cum. Now.”

Before you can even process the words, your body obeys.

It’s blinding. Breath stopping. Your body tenses, cunt gushing around his tongue and fingers. Your arms forces against the binds made of his shirt, cloth digging into your skin as your body starts to spasm. Both of your moans mix together, composing the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Santi’s eccentric pace becomes slow, sensual. Tongue lazily lapping up everything you have to offer, he eases you down from the high of your ecstasy. You take heavy breaths, head spinning, You breathe out a languid moan, muscles still throbbing with the buzz of pleasure.

Santi pulls away and you drop to the side, luckily you’re too gone to actually feel embarrassed from falling. You hear his low hum of a chuckle as he crawls closer to you, he unties his shirt from your wrists and gently kneads your biceps.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah,”

You know that this is just service he provides, but you can’t help but reach out to him, he obliges with a smile and nestles between your arms, kissing your neck gently. A broken sigh falls from your damp lips, he huddles closer, body snug against your own. Mimicking him, you come closer too, your bare thigh grazing against his clothed cock. You still and he looks up to you, brows knitted together. His confusion grows when a grin spreads across your face.

“Did you cum?” you ask, eyes bright and shiny.

He clears his throat, lips curling up into an amused smile. Leaning in, he teases your earlobe with his tongue.

“I might’ve,”

“Never would have pegged you as someone to be this quick,” you tease, hand sliding between your bodies, you cup his cock, a subtle moan leaving you as you feel how wet he is. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s hot as hell,”

“Don’t get cocky,”

He crashes your lips together, large hands cupping your chest and pulling you even closer against the firm frame of his body. His fingers tease your nipples, rolling and pulling them. Your skin tingles, and you whine into the kiss, hips grinding against him. Santi’s lips never leave your own as he lifts himself and pulls you underneath. Your palm still snug against his length, you feel him hardening again.

Surprised, you break the kiss, a heavy laughter trembling in your chest. With a wide smile, he grins.

“Told you,”

“You’re full of surprises,”

“I am,” he stops for a moment, looking to the side, he looks back at you, seemingly unsure. “Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want to, or if you feel worn out, ”

“Oh, I’m definitely good for round two,” you purr, brushing your lips against his. “Make me feel whole again,”

“Fuck, alright– Let me go get a condom really quick,”

Santi gets up and you realize that you haven’t had the time to properly observe his temple of a body. His back muscles flex as he dips down and grabs his pants, hurriedly searching the pockets for that colorful piece of packaging. The boxers he wears hugs his ass, leaving little imagination to the eye, you’re certain Santi would look good in everything, but right now you think he looks the best naked. He turns on his heel, his chest firm, a bit of fat around his belly but still defined. Eyes going lower, you see his fully erect cock, the darkened tip peeking out of his waistband. You bite the inside of your cheek as you inside clench around nothing, you can’t wait for him to fill you up.

Before you know it, Santi’s between your legs again, rolling the condom down his impressive length. He’s so thick, thicker than you imagined he would be. Santi notices your gaze, lips playfully pulling up.

“You think you can take me baby girl? Where’s that confidence from before?”

“O-Oh…it’s still there just a bit,” you clear your throat. “Shocked,”

“Word?”

“Socks,”

“Good girl,”

Purring like a cat, you part your arms, allowing him to bury his face into the crook of your neck as he slants himself between your thighs. You adore feeling him this close, his warmth making your heart stutter. He nudges your entrance, slowly pushing in. Your whimpers spiral into moans and he drowns out the noises by claiming your lips. The stretch is addictive, the tingle of being spread wide by someone who knows what he’s doing makes your eyes roll back. Santi inhales you as he pulls back, eyes searching your face. You flutter around him, with the mere sensation of his cock, you grind your hips.

“You good?”

“Yeah,”

“Can I move?”

“Please, sir,”

He growls into your skin, the vibration seeping into your body, it makes you tremble as well. When Santi starts to move, all you can do is hold on to him, nails biting into his skin as he slides in and out of you with precision. He breathes raggedly into your flesh, cock hitting your deepest parts with every thrust. You feel as if you can’t control your body, it arches, bends, curls but your brain is completely mush, only pleasure ringing inside. With your moans and whines growing in volume, Santi starts to slam his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin spurs you on further. You scream his name, breathing and panting curse words without knowing. Your heart swells, he makes you feel so good. His thrusts, deep, lasting. You can’t breathe, eyes squeezed shut as the bed rocks into the wall. Your cunt clenched around him, the coil inside you tightens, ready to burst but he’s still going. It feels like he can go on like this for hours. Fuck–

You hug him tighter, if possible, teeth finding his shoulder, you bite into him. You don’t even know where you are anymore. All you can feel is him. His scent, his body, his sounds. Nothing else.

“Fuck fuck– Santi– ‘Love you–”

Your eyes shoot wide open, you see him staring at you, he doesn’t look mad, or weirded out. But still, the panic overwhelms the pleasure, you flail, tears quickly building in your eyes.

“You love me?” he mutters, one eyebrow elegantly raised.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to– I didn’t–”

Santi doesn’t slow down, in fact his hips speed up. He sees your glossy eyes and leans to kiss them both, you feel the throb of his cock, and another moan quickly replaces your frantic apologies.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you, mouthing the words into your cheek. “It’s normal. Say whatever you want, it only means that I’m making you feel good. You’re not the only one,”

Your heart feels like it might stop at any moment, “I’m not?”

“No,” he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses as he dips between your breasts. He mouths against them, tongue playfully licking the salt of your skin. “So just let go,”

And you do just that.

Letting your head fall back, you revel at the way he draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around. Your chest heaves with his every shattering thrust, his hand slides between your wet bodies and finds your clit. He rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers. Hallowing his cheeks, he grazes his teeth around your nipple, you chant his name, a string of curses following right after. You have no idea what else you might be saying, you might’ve asked his hand in marriage at this point but you don’t care. You let go. You forget the shop, the insecurities, the loneliness and you just feel.

It doesn’t take Santi long to wind you up, dangling you off the edge, the heat builds and builds, so much so that it feels like it’s burning. Something besides pleasure swells inside you, something’s coming, you bite back your moans, and slap his back.

“What is it?” he pants, voice dripping with lust but still full of concern. “Do you want to use the safeword?”

You furiously shake your head, your lips part with a gasp.

“It’s– I’m going to cum but– It’s too much, I’m–”

He presses his lips into your ear, you listen to his breathing, steady and slow, the slide of his cock and move of his fingers rips another groan from you.

“Let go,”

Your cunt gushes around him like it never has before, it’s more intense than the first time, it makes you cry, beg. The squelching becomes louder, you’re still coming. He sings a moan into your skin, your cunt throbs at the sound of his voice, it reminds you of the caramel you make. Santi’s movements slow, fast thrust shifting into soft rolls of his hips. Your breath hitches every time his pelvis grazes against your sensitive clit. He pulls you from your dazed state with a soft kiss, both hands coming to lay on each side of your face, thumbs stroking lovingly.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you inhale a deep breath. “Did…did you?”

A soft chuckle vibrates across your lips, he nuzzles your nose. “I did,”

You fight the urge to call him back when he pulls away, you haven’t realized how secure you felt under his weight. However, you really need to initiate a war against your inner demons when he lifts himself off of the bed. Carefully removing the condom, he ties the end into a knot and turns to you.

“Bathroom?”

“First door on the left,”

You lay back down as he leaves, hands and arms sprawled above the sheets. Your mind begins to clear, kind of, closing your eyes you can still feel how he felt plowing into you. The fact this is a service is both a pro and a con. A con, because he can’t stay. A pro, because you can call him and ask him over anytime you want to. Well, not really. Maybe once a month, all your money goes to the shop and rent, you wouldn’t be able to hire him.

You’re surprised at his return, his right hand holding a wet washcloth and the other holding a glass of water. The bed dips under his weight and he grins at your confusion, the towel gently cleaning the mess between your legs.

“What? Did you think I just left?”

“I didn’t,” he gives you a look of disbelief and you giggle. “I didn’t really!”

“Good,” his eyes scan your body, observing every patch of skin. “Does anywhere particularly hurt? Aches?”

“No,”

“How do you feel? Mentally?”

“That’s good too, feel very light,”

You don’t miss the way he hisses out a breath of relief, “Great,” he checks the watch you hadn’t realized he’s been wearing. “We still have ten minutes,”

Suddenly you can hear the imaginary clock ticking, maybe you weren’t alright after all.

“Cuddle?”

His smile is wide, kind, soft. You swear you melt into the sheets. Letting the used towel fall to the floor, he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, steady, safe.

“And you thought that you wouldn’t like it when others did it,” he chimes gleefully, quoting you when you opened up about your bad experience with your ex. “It looked like you enjoyed my fingers just fine,”

The soft baritone of his voice soothes you, your eyes flutter close, a pleased hum parting from your lips.

“I did,” you smile into his chest. “Thank you, this was just what I needed,”

“It was my pleasure, cariño. Literally.”

The last thing you feel is his hand slowly dragging across your body, fingers rubbing your worn out wrists.

Best money you’ve ever spent.

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erina-writes-headcanons · 8 months

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hi! could i have crushing + general relationship hcs for india please? 💕

Neeraja Patel (India), Gupta Muhammad Hassan (Egypt), Wibawa Prayogo (Indonesia) General Dating Relationship Headcannons

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A/N: Hey @reeces-pieses! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you do not mind that I added Indonesia as well as Egypt for this headcannon. This is for relationship headcannons and soon after this would be done. I would make a Crushing headcanon!

Gender: Neutral. Warning: None

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Neeraja Patel - India

India is a positive give just like a Golden Retriever so it is expected that he would go far to make your dating experience great together with him.

It is not surprising because he is a friendly guy. He would make one of the great gentlemen. It is canon that India is polite and would tell everyone 'namaste' which means in India it means hello.

Would keep holding your hands when the two of you are in the crowd as he does not want to lose you because he's scared that there's a bad guy planning to hurt you.

Does not get angered easily and he has a high patience. The only thing that might piss him off if you are making fun of his culture since he's proud of it. He is generally a sweet guy so don't try to anger him.

If you love sweets? He would bring you to Indian markets that sell the best Kulfi (Pistachio Ice cream without eggs) or Jalebi ( A spiral-shaped sweet made out of sugar and saffron).

Also, he would also bring you to those markets that sell the best milk tea. After all, India is most known for their Milk Tea and many people love their tea.

Since I did mention he is a sweet guy. Sometimes, he would let you ride his elephant. He loves animals but he mostly loves his elephant so you are lucky if you never ride this animal. he would offer you to ride them with him behind you.

Don't bother trying to argue with him. He can be quite argumentative just because I told you he is sweet and polite. Which is sucks because when he is getting mouthy, he already had some resources to counter your argument.

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(Y/N) sat by the window, their/her/his heart racing with anticipation as (Y/N) waited for their/her/his boyfriend Neeraja to come home. The gentle lights coming from the sun shining and cascading onto (Y/N)'s skin provided soothing thoughts for you. As the minutes ticked by, your excitement grew, and (Y/N) found yourself constantly glancing at the clock.

From far far away, Neeraja guided the gentle giant back towards home. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the lands. Neeraja's heart skipped a beat when he spotted the certain person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour already waiting for him.

A smile spread across his face as he urged the elephant to slow down, and he waved his hand enthusiastically to catch (Y/N)'s attention. From the distance, their eyes locked, and a rush of happiness filled him. (Y/N)'s face lit up as they/she/he recognized Neeraja and the elephant, and they/she/he waved back with equal enthusiasm.

Neeraja gently directed the elephant to a halt as the two of them already reach his palace. Neeraja dismounted himself from the back of the gentle giant. Neeraja carefully slid down from the back of the elephant, and landed softly on the ground, his feet finding their footing with practised ease.

The slender man with dark brown hair's heart raced with excitement as he closed the distance between himself and (Y/N). A mixture of joy and longing was evident in his eyes. (Y/N) had to step out of the palace. (Y/N) descended the stairs, each step carrying a mix of excitement and love.

The door closed behind them with a soft click, leaving a momentary silence in its wake. Neeraja's eyes lit up with delight as he spotted (Y/N) walking down the street. Without a moment's hesitation, he broke into a joyful sprint, closing the distance between you and him in an instant.

He smoothly wrapped his arm around (Y/N)'s waist, pulling you into a warm and unexpected hug. (Y/N)'s cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as Neeraja's playful embrace took you by surprise. In a playful and lighthearted gesture, Neeraja twirled (Y/N) gently in his arms, prompting a delighted giggle to escape (Y/N)'s lips. "I miss you so much, dearie," he gently set you down on the ground.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Neeraja extended an inviting hand to (Y/N), a spontaneous idea forming in his mind. "How about we take a ride on my elephant together?" he suggested with a playful smile. (Y/N)'s eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and excitement, and a grin slowly spread across your face as you nodded in agreement.

Neeraja helped (Y/N) onto the elephant's back, ensuring their comfort and safety. Once settled, Neeraja mounted behind them, his arms encircling (Y/N) protectively as the elephant carefully and slowly stood up on its leg. The world seemed to take on a new perspective from up there.

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Gupta Muhammad Hassan - Egypt

Egypt can be blunt and tactless when speaking but that does not mean he is heartless. He's just introverted and observant but secretly he does have a soft spot for you.

Very protective of you and you know how hot it gets in the desert so if you are travelling around the Sahara desert with him. He will make you wear tons of clothes that cover you from the sun.

Also, let you ride on his camel when the two of you are travelling in the desert as he also already prepares many drinks when the two of you are going on travel since he did not you to be dehydrated.

Secretly is a tough guy so he would not even let any dangerous desert animals come close to you, especially the cobras, the scorpions or the Nile crocodiles.

Despite his cold exterior. Egypt actually can be quite cute. He's very easily blush if you give him affection like a simple kiss on the cheek already made his cheeks go pink.

He might not show it but secretly he does get jealous when you are around Turkey because he knows many women and men like Turkey so he would most likely watch over you when interacting with his friend.

If you ask about it. Not going to admit that he is jealous as he would just say "I do not understand what you mean. I'm sorry," and then walk away with you still confused.

If you are observant enough. His love language is actually the service of act and then quality time together with you. It's not really easy for him to show how much he loves you like how India did for his S/O.

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Muhammad Gupta stood before the mirror, his khaki uniform neatly worn, representing his country as Egypt. He reached for his white keffiyeh, carefully unfolding it before draping it over his shoulders. The soft fabric settled against his chest, a symbol of tradition and identity that connected him to his heritage.

(Y/N) (L/N) stood hidden behind the slightly ajar door, observing Muhammad Gupta with a mixture of curiosity and anxiety, worried if anything bad happen to him. Everyone knows the desert is not a friendly place for human beings, there are many deaths because of the heat and because of the dangerous animals in there.

A subtle intuition tingled at the back of Muhammad Gupta's mind, a feeling that he was not alone in the room. Slowly, he turned around, his gaze shifting from the mirror to see (Y/N) already standing there. The man with white keffiyeh could not help but sigh at (Y/N). "Is everything alright?" He asks (Y/N) who is still standing behind the door.

(Y/N)'s gaze met Muhammad Gupta's as you hesitated, then finally spoke up. "Hey, do you think I could join you on one of your desert trips sometime?" you asked with a hopeful smile. Muhammad's expression softened, and he took a moment before responding, his tone tinged with concern. "I appreciate your interest, but the desert can be quite challenging and unpredictable. It's not without risks, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt." His words carried a mixture of protective care and a desire to keep you safe.

A flicker of disappointment crossed (Y/N)'s expression. You took a moment to process his concern before mustering up the courage to respond. "I understand your worries, Gupta. But I promise to be careful and follow your guidance. I really want to see what the desert looks like as well as the pyramid. I promise I will be careful," (Y/N) is begging him to let her/him/them go with him.

Muhammad was a little bit hesitant, seeing the genuine desire in (Y/N)'s eyes. He couldn't resist the sight of (Y/N) pouting slightly, her/his/their bottom lip jutting out in an adorable manner. Another sigh escapes from his nostrils along his mouth, shaking his head slightly as he realizes that he just gave in because of the way you act. "Alright, "but you'll have to promise to follow my instructions and stay close," (Y/N) smile was glowing bright once you hear Gupta finally letting you go.

As (Y/N) relished in the triumphant moment of convincing Muhammad Gupta to let them join him in the desert, a gentle rustling drew their attention. Turning towards the sound, (Y/N) watched in astonishment as Muhammad reached into his wardrobe and pulled out another white keffiyeh. Without any words, the man with white keffiyeh steps closer and puts another white keffiyeh on top of your head.

Muhammad gently placed the white cloth over (Y/N)'s head, letting it settle atop your hair. Confusion mixed with surprise painted on your facial expression, and they blinked at him in disbelief. "What's this for?" (Y/N) asked, their voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Muhammad was silent for a moment before he spoke, It's to protect your hair from the sun. It's going to be very hot in there," he commented.

A soft blush crept onto (Y/N)'s cheeks as (Y/N) connected the dots. Gupta's caring gesture, his concern for their well-being, and the way he delicately placed the keffiyeh on their head all fell into place making you realize that he does not want you to get heated because of the sun from the desert. Your eyes looked up at him, their eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Thank you," you whisper silently with a little smile on your face.

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Wibawa Prayogo - Indonesia

Almost like India, he doesn't get angry easily despite he often fights together with some ASEAN countries, especially Malaysia like siblings. Although, he has a little bit more temper than him and is a bit less polite.

Indonesia has a double side which is his bold side along with a shy side surprisingly. His bolder side is he is going to bring you around Jakarta on a motorcycle and just let you taste any delicious street food.

Would often fluster you with his little teasings. He can be a little bit of a prankster, sometimes would call you 'My dear, love, My sweet' and the cringiest is 'Ayang' which has the same meaning when you call people honey. He really loves to use those endearment pet names for you.

Also, going to bring you to his Komodo dragon island sometimes and let you interact with his Komodo dragon pet. Not only his Komodo dragon, but he would also let you interact with his bird of paradise (Cendrawasih bird).

The cute side of him when he is getting shy after he receives little kisses for you as he smiles goofily. Would look at the ground and then try to hide his red face.

He would also brag to Every ASEAN country about you, especially to Malaysia about him having a loving, cute and caring S/O. Also, even bragging about your achievement.

Just like India, he can be argumentative but India is still able to be polite about it or just plain Passive Aggressive. Whereas Indonesia would call out your every mistake and maybe even raise his voice.

Also, Indonesia can be even more stubborn than Indoa. If India is still able to forgive you when he is angry. Indonesia would give you silent treatment and sometimes does not even want to admit he is wrong.

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Seated on the comfortable couch in the living room, (Y/N) stared at the television screen with a hint of boredom etched on his face. The movie playing before them seemed to lack the spark that could capture their attention. The characters moved through predictable scenarios, and the dialogue felt flat.

Resting their/her/his chin on their/her/his hand, (Y/N) let out a quiet sigh, (Y/N) mind drifting away from the movie's storyline. The sound of the characters' voices became a distant murmur as they found themselves lost in their own thoughts, it's just the same for every romance highschool story of a girl crushing on a jock who has a girlfriend of a cheerleader and a popular girl and then the guy dumps the girl in the end to get the 'I'm not like other girl' MC character.

As the dull movie played on in the background, (Y/N) was jolted from the reverie by the distant rumble of a motorcycle engine. The sound grew louder, causing (Y/N) curiosity to pique. You instinctively got up from the couch, moving towards the window to investigate. Pulling the curtain aside, your eyes widened in surprise.

There, parked on the street, was (Y/N)'s boyfriend Wibawa Prayogo, sitting confidently on a sleek motorcycle that he always rides around the city. A smile broke across (Y/N)'s face as you took in the sight of Wibawa's helmeted head, his eyes hidden but the joy evident in the curve of his lips. "Baby!! I'm here, let's go out together and have some Fried Rice with Chicken Skewers! I know a great place that sells Fried Rice!" He shouted.

With a rush of excitement, (Y/N) wasted no time in stepping outside, the cool breeze hitting their/her/his face as they eagerly approached the waiting motorcycle. Wibawa's warm smile greeted you, and without hesitation, (Y/N) carefully mounted the motorcycle behind him, ensuring him with the grip.

Wibawa turned towards you, a grin hidden beneath his helmet as he handed over an extra helmet. (Y/N) accepted it with gratitude, securing it in place before giving Wibawa a reassuring nod. The motorcycle roared to life once he press his feet on the pedal, the engine vibrating beneath them and the tire starts to move once the engine starts.

As the wind rushed past them and the world blurred in their peripheral vision, (Y/N)'s heart swelled with happiness. You recalled the numerous times the two of you had ventured out together, exploring new culinary delights, savouring exotic flavours, and discovering hidden gems in the city's culinary scene.

After arriving at the festival of the Independence Day night markets. Amid the festive atmosphere of the Indonesia Independence Day celebration, Wibawa and (Y/N) found themselves immersed in a vibrant sea of colours, lights, and laughter. The night market was alive with energy.

(Y/N) couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Wibawa's thoughtfulness in bringing them/her/him to the festival. With a tender smile, you leaned into his face to press a gentle kiss on his cheeks. "Happy Independence Day, Wibawa. Also, thank you for bringing me to this place," you whispered to his ears. Wibawa's cheeks flushed with a delightful mix of surprise and pleasure, his eyes widening in response to the unexpected display of affection.

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blue-macaron · 1 year

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Hello, helloooo dear author Lucy~~✨ I feel like calling by your name only is foolish as it seems to be a rather simple thing to do, but to my brain it immediately connects with friends haha I hope that it is fine to call you "dear author" instead? you are very kind and I truly hope to do the same. How have you been ? It seems like you were busy but I hope that you still have been able to properly take care of yourself, being healthy is important! ‎⸜(๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝

I truly liked the way rei and the reader were with the letter matter (I, too, would run away and put a letter like the old Victorian fashion way to not have myself melt in front of rei sakuma), it really felt like I was the one being beside rei, and I’m ever more honored to have been the first one to request a fic hehe I hope I haven’t pressured you or anything ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*)

Okay long story short, here is another ones of my requests, as usual please do take your time for it, (think of it as the princess waiting patiently for the knight in shining armor to come haha) : display of affections between rei sakuma x f! reader (it might be a f! reader or a gn! reader, your pick!) and how it is shown, the characteristics for the reader are the same than the last one : calm, prefer to be alone, but is easily blush around her lover, there might some differences through day and night due to rei’s condition for example, and I can’t wait to read it ! ‎ (∩>ω<∩) ✨ For now, I’ll be off reading your fics again and patiently wait for the ones to come~~ ‎As usual, please take good care of yourself dear author~~ (´｡-ω(-ω-｡`)♡♡

displays of affection

characters: rei sakuma

x gn!reader, fluff, ~900 words

a/n: Hello!! I’m really glad you enjoyed my fic, and I’m so sorry this took months to get to TT-TT. I wasn’t sure if you mean for headcanons or an actual fic, so I decided to do a slight mix of both! Thank you for the kind words about taking care of myself, and I really don’t mind if you call me “dear author”, that’s perfectly fine to me! Hope you enjoy this!

Rei Sakuma:

daytime

During the day, Rei can be seen leaning on you for support as you two walk from place to place. He doesn’t want to necessarily keep relying on you for help, but when the sun shines harshly on his frail being, he feels as if he’s melting into the ground. His arms wrap around your shoulders, and he can’t help but slightly lean onto you. The both of you end up staying inside a lot, so that Rei at least is somewhat okay during the daytime.

Linking pinkies, the both of you walk around as you hold up an umbrella with your other hand. Rei is thankful for you, as you care for him by making sure there’s an umbrella over his head and tomato juice in your bag. After reaching you destination he likes to kiss your temple, making you hide your face from him. Rei can’t help but laugh when you try to advert your eyes from him, and he puts the finishing touches by putting his hand on your cheek to make you face him. His eyes bore into yours, and he plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Rei likes to lean his head on yours when you two are sitting with each other, whether that be eating lunch or relaxing at home. He holds your hand and rubs small circles with his thumb into your skin, making you melt into him. The soft gestures he does for you makes you feel like butterflies are erupting in your stomach, a warm feeling surrounding you.

“Rei?” You can’t help but look at your lover as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Rei only sighed, tightening his hold on you. You run your hands through his hair, untangling the small knots that formed.

“It’s very sunny, could you be a dear and let this old man rest on his lover?” Rei murmurs. You nod your head slightly, not wanting to disturb Rei too much. The two of you stay like that for a while, until you realize that Rei has fallen asleep, resting on you. It’s a good thing the two of you were on a bench, as you maneuvered him to be in a more comfortable position.

You hug Rei back, softly rubbing his back. Rei has been busy recently, and he has made it clear that he is missing your affection (although a lot of the time it’s him who seeks you out). Pressing a kiss on his forehead, you close your eyes and smile.

“I’m afraid it’s quite sunny today my dear, I was hoping it would be more cloudy so that we could enjoy our date. Hmm? You’re okay with postponing it for tonight? Fufufu, thank you my dear, I swear I will not let you down.”

nighttime

When it is night, you can’t help but notice that Rei is more awake and alive. He seems more comfortable, not having to worry about the sun shining upon him. You can see his fangs peek out as he grins while smooshing his cheek into yours, his red eyes shining brightly under the moonlight. His affections are more frequent, holding your hands and swinging them as you two walk down from the park.

If he is in the mood to be a bit mischievous (but to be honest, when is he not), he likes to pick you up bridal style and watch the gears in your head process what had just happened. When you start gaping and letting out broken sentences, he knows that he has successfully flustered you. You groan and wrap your arms around his neck, hiding your face away from his knowing grin.

The two of you get to go out more, as Rei is able to move around more freely. The night sky is beautiful as the both of you sit together, whispering and giggling with each other. Rei intertwines his fingers with yours, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. It’s peaceful, away from the usual busy days the two of you share. You sigh and lean into his chest, basking in the moonlight and enjoying your time with him.

You look up at Rei, watching as his face is gentle and relaxed. He currently has his arms wrapped around you, playing with a part of the jacket placed around your shoulders. It was a bit chilly, and Rei had taken off his coat and wrapped it around you even when you raised concerns about him. He waved them off, saying that he couldn’t have his beloved cold.

“Perhaps it is time we head back, you do seem to be nodding off slightly, my dear.” Rei pressed a kiss into your temple and looked down at you. You nodded, Rei helping you stand up from the bench you two sat on. Walking home, the both of you linked arms and talked about what your plans were for tomorrow, a soft breeze fluttering in the air.

Although times moves quickly, the two of you would always make time for each other, content with your relationship.

“I’m glad that the two of us were able to go on our date today, and I’m grateful that you’re willing to be flexible around my condition, love. How about we go out to that new cafe you mentioned about? My treat, of course.”

#macaron's writing #esworks #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #enstars #rei sakuma #rei sakuma x reader

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downywrites · 7 months

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I’ve read a fic of yours and I love the way you write ngl. I’m not very good with prompts, but may I request lee!itto ? He is adorable and deserves to giggle imo.

I have a headcanon that he thinks tickling is fun, mainly bc I don’t want him to suffer. Also because it makes him laugh and smile but also makes his friends laugh and smile, which is precious. It’s clear in trailers and in-game that he loves to laugh in general.

ler!itto is another option bc he’s silly like that. He’s the type of guy to get revenge tickles every single time. I’ll let you choose who gets him or gets got by him. If u don’t wanna, that’s fine too! Your blog, your choice

I’d recommend inazuma characters, just anyone but Yae Miko or Raiden Shogun, I do not want them near him lmao

thanks for reading if u got this far uh have a great day 🐊✨

Thanks for the request :D I decided to pick a random Inazuma character, and Yoimiya came up.

Hopefully, I don't mess up their characterization too bad- this will be my first time writing Itto AND Yoimiya.

Resting in the top of this tree had never felt less comforting. He leaned back, eyes shutting for a moment of respite that he knew would do him no good. Within his head, a thousand thoughts swirled, unbidden, to the surface. Clamoring angrily for his attention, almost. Itto gritted his teeth.

'Why do you mess up things like this? Why can't you just..fit in?'

'Just a little?'

He touched his hand to his face. The wetness upon his hand almost felt mocking. It was such a little thing. Why was this weighing on him now?

Itto sighed heavily. "I shouldn't mope about this," he told himself. "I don't deserve to mope about this stuff…Uh- this is below me, Itto, the one and oni..!" Even to him, his mutterings sounded hollow.

A solemn silence filled the air, save for the sound of the wind blowing gently through the village's wind chimes.

It was almost an infuriatingly fair-weathered day. The sun was shining, just enough to be warm, but not enough to scorch anybody for the crime of leaving the house. The sakura blooms were blossoming, soft petals dancing in the afternoon breeze. Children were laughing and frolicking in the tall grass, throwing balls and playing with toys their parents carved for them out of otogi wood and painted in many bright colors. Even the snack stalls were out and about. The smell of dango filled the air- the kind that Itto would smell commonly at festivals… wait a minute..

"Hey there, Itto! How's it going?" A voice below him made him yelp (in a very manly way) and almost fall off his perch (also in a very manly way). "Do ya want some dango? Surely sitting up there alone isn't all that fun on a good day like this!" He glanced down to see a rather familiar figure. "Ah..hey, Yoimiya. I'll take some, sure..!" Scrambling down from the tree and sliding down half of it in his haste to not make himself even more of a private embarrassment, he grabbed a stick of fish-shaped dango and quickly took a bite. "Ah, wait! Don't bite into that yet, it's hot-"

The oni bit back the screech of pain at the burning sensation in his mouth. Through watery eyes, he smiled slightly and gave her a thumbs up. He pulled the stick out of his mouth, chewing slowly. Yoimiya's hands flew up to her mouth. "Oh, are you okay??" Nodding through the pain, the geo user extended the stick towards her. "...wah ih bah?"

Yoimiya's experience with children speaking with their mouths full saved her the confusion. She shook her head vehemently. "Oh no, please keep it. I'll find you a place to throw that away in a moment. But first… are you alright?" Itto painfully swallowed the piping hot dessert quickly to respond. "I'm right…as rain!..Why do you ask?"

"You don't look too good, Itto…are you sure you're alright?" Yoimiya meant nothing by it, he was sure. It was probably because he had just done the equivalent of burning the entirety of the inside of his mouth. Even so, he felt more tears welling up in his eyes. Overwhelmed by emotion he was more than a little hesitant to express in front of the lady, he turned away from her. His shoulders trembled a little as he covered his face with both of his hands.

Yoimiya winced a little. She had suspected he wasn't doing too well when she found the rest of his crew wandering around without him. And, coupled with the look of concern that flashed on Shinobu's face when she asked about him, had spurred her to look for the man herself in hopes of finding out just how badly he was faring. Slowly, as to not startle him too much, she pulled the stick out of his hand and burned it to a crisp quickly. She was not half as slow to wrap her arms around him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. What's bothering you?"

The man's chest heaved, and as she patted his back soothingly, she felt his heartbeat. It was quick, not unlike a rabbit's. "You don't have to say anything if you don't feel up to it." He nodded into her shoulder, almost butting into her with his horns. "How about we find a better place to talk? I think it might be a little too open to chat about this stuff here."

He let her drag him to her house without much fanfare. If there was anything else that could make the firework creator any more concerned, it was the way Itto was behaving. The Itto she knew would be trying to act natural and walk ahead or beside her. Almost like a kicked puppy, the oni was trailing behind. His eyes seemed to be drawn towards the pavement below him. And, almost damningly, he was silent.

She opened the sliding door and slipped in ahead of him. "Welcome to my place!..Sorry, it's a little messy right now. I was working on some fireworks, and…" She trailed off, remembering swiftly why exactly she had brought him over. "Sorry, a bit too cheerful for the situation. Well..how do I make you feel better?" Itto had slipped in at some point, looking over the half-finished blueprints and the scatterings of gunpowder and colorful paper with interest.

"...I just…Yoimiya, do you think I needa try fitting in better?" Her head swiveled around so fast, she felt the muscles in her neck cramp a little. She bit back a wince. "Ehh…what?? Who made you think that?"

"I did… it just- y'know, feels like I always get my group in trouble for some reason or another. And then they tell me, well, onis are always like that an' stuff.. so should I just let my group go with Shinobu and find somewhere else to terrorize?" As he spoke, Yoimiya's eyebrows furrowed. With a strength he wasn't sure she had until just then, she gripped onto his shoulders firmly and shook him slightly. "Stop that, Itto. Those people are just being rude. And your presence isn't terrorizing anyone, and if they think that, then-then you tell them they should stop being scared of you!"

Itto's eyes were wide as she continued. Determination and passion infused every word she spoke to him, and a steely look he hadn't seen many times before seemed to pierce his very soul. "You're amazing, just the way you are. Shinobu and the rest of the gang love having you around. Why else would they still be you?" The oni felt a prickling in his eyes and he reached up to wipe away the tears that began to blur his vision. His voice wavered. "Thanks, Yoi…" He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

The pyro user noticed. She pouted slightly, letting go of the man and placing her hands on her hips. "Not smiling still? On such a nice day? Now, this is a crime!" Tutting quietly and wiggling her finger, her amber eyes sparkled with playfulness. Any determination she expressed before seemed to have vaporized into thin air. "How about this- you can pay for your crimes quickly and easily, or you can resist arrest, and I'll catch you myself!" He looked at her, puzzled. "What are ya talkin about? I haven't done anything illegal for real, right?"

She sighed. "No, Itto. It's play talk. I wanna make you laugh like you always do, so…"

"Won't you give me a big smile, you big dork?"

Before he was able to respond, he found himself on the floor. The tatami mat was soft, almost bouncy. He yelped loudly, glancing up at his attacker. "AUG- Yoimiya, woah! Next time, warn a guy-"

Another yelp came from him at the sudden poke to his ribs. When he didn't push her away, her hands gently fluttered over his exposed ribs. He bucked instinctually. Yoimiya yelped, grabbing onto him for dear life. This only served to tickle more. "GaH! Hehehey, whahat-"

"I told you I wanted to hear you laugh again! What does it look like I'm doing, silly?" Itto's reply was too garbled with laughter to reply. Deep and rumbling, his laugh seemed to shake the entirety of his body with its intensity. Yoimiya's smile only grew as the oni below her showed no inclination to escape. From underneath her, his body was virtually limp, besides slight twitches here and there when she poked at his lower ribs. "Ah-hehe! Yohoimihiya, thihihis ihihis-"

"Is what? You do this to your friends all the time. Have they never managed to get you back?" As she spoke, her hands moved to his stomach, tracing the outline of his abs with a nail. A rather unmanly speal squeaked its way out of Itto. For a moment, their eyes locked in unbridled shock. The oni slapped his hands over his mouth. "Uhm…"

It wasn't silent for long. The pyro user took the short moment of reprise to taser his sides. "Okay, this silence doesn't sound like laughter to me." She watched as his shoulders shook and his eyes scrunched closed. But no noise came out from behind his hands. A fake frown settled on her face. "That won't do. Itto..~ could you let me hear your laughter?" He shook his head a little.

"Oh, come on. Okay, well.. if you don't want me to, I guess I have to make your laugh too loud to muffle!"

With that statement, Yoimiya tucked her hands into his sides, squeezing the muscle as firmly and quickly as she dared. Almost immediately, Itto's body seemed to jerk away from her hands. All compliance seemed to sail out the window the moment she got 'serious'. And, before long, she heard adorably high-pitched giggles. Muffled, and definitely restrained as much as possible, but audible.

"Mff-hihihi!" She watched as his ears turned red. "Awhh! Your giggles are soo CUTE!" Gently spidering her fingers over his sides only made his giggles louder. "Did I get you all worked up, just from this? Oh my archons, Itto.. you're such a cutie pie!"

"D-dohohon't sahahay thahat! Ihihi'm Ihihitto. Ihihi aihihin't cuhuHUTE-" Itto's voice hiked as she squeezed his hips. Unable to stop himself from curling into himself, he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her closer to him. Yoimiya could actively feel her heart melt. 'Why is such a big guy acting so cute right now? This has to be illegal. It has to be!'

Her hands drilled into his hips, and she felt his grip tighten around her. His shoulders shook with mirth. And, after a brief moment of giggles, Itto's laughter reached its loudest yet. Rough-edged, his laughter could scare someone if they heard it in the tides of battle. Coupled with his towering height, perhaps his stature and laugh would be reason enough for an entire squad of police officers to turn tail. Even so, the only feeling Yoimiya had for his laugh was fondness, a warm feeling that seemed to pervade every part of her body as she continued to drill and knead at the slightly protruding bone.

As he squirmed slightly, she could feel his heartbeat again. Just like before, it was quick. But this time, it didn't feel half as frantic as it was before. Testing the waters, Yoimiya's hands slowly moved towards his lower back. "He-hehehaha…! Hehehey!" She giggled at the way he tried to rest his chin on her shoulder. "I don't think I'm tall enough to be a chinrest… good try, though!"

As he grumbled in soft complaint, she decided to make it up to him by dragging her finger up his spine. The resulting yelp sounded both indignant and amused. "GAH! Yo, what was that for?!"

"Being all pouty in my ear is also illegal while I'm around!" Itto grumbled again. "Hmph, this stuff. I already told you, I didn't do anythin' wrong this time!"

The pyro user sighed. She shook her head slightly, her smile widening in a mix of both fondness and a tinge of resignment. "Ah, Itto. That's not what I meant. It's just a joke, okay? Nobody's arresting you." She couldn't help but giggle again at the confused sound he made, though. "It's just a tease! Don't Shinobu and the gang tease you like that?"

"No?"

"...okay, fair enough." Yoimiya's hands massaged at the tensest muscles she could feel in a soothing motion. She felt him sag in her grasp, and for a moment she reminded herself that his weight would probably be enough to crush her in this position. "Still, though. Are you feeling at least a little better now?"

He nodded. "Yeah.." The silent 'but' hung in the air. "You still want me to keep going?"

If it were virtually anyone else in any other situation, the sudden lack of noise would have been crushing. Nothing moved, not even the wind chimes outside. She took his silence (correctly) as acquiescence. "Alright, I hear you loud and clear."

"I didn't say anything!"

"You didn't need to say it, Itto. Now come on, let me make you smile again!"

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Let me know if you have any other requests for me. I'd love to receive them :D

#downywrites #my writing #genshin impact tickling #genshin tickle #tickle fic #lee!itto #ler!yoimiya #does that tag even exist..?

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halloweenbitch2764 · 5 days

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May I get headcanons for Emily x farmer who has trouble sleeping

For sure!

Emily With A Reader Who Can't Sleep

You sighed as you stared at the pitch black ceiling. You felt exhausted but just couldn't manage to fall asleep. Soft snores came from Emily, who lay beside you. You tried as quietly as you could to get out of bed without waking Emily. A glass of water sounded wonderful.

Ever so often, a soft creak would come from the floor as you walked to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. "Why are you awake?" You jumped slightly, startled by Emily's voice.

You turned around with the cup in your hand. "I just can't sleep for some reason. I'm tired from working today, but I can't manage to drift off." You explained before taking a drink of the water. She nodded. She looked sleepy herself. "Finish your water, and maybe I can help you fall asleep."

You did as she said and followed Emily back to your bedroom. "Lay down and close your eyes." You climbed into bed and laid down, pulling the covers over you and closing your eyes. The bed shifted beside you as Emily sat down.

"Slow your breathing down. In for three, hold for three, out for three." You followed her instructions and felt your body begin to relax. She ran her fingers through your hair gently as you continued to breathe. "For me personally, I like imagining myself at my happy place. Imagine yourself at your happy place."

Visions of trees came into your vision. A light breeze ruffled your hair and kissed your face. It was the Cindersap Forest. One of your favorite places. It was always quiet save for the sound of animals and the wind ruffling the leaves. Somewhere where you could relax.

"Now, imagine the sun shining on your face. It's warming your body." You did as told and imagined the warm sun on your face. It helped your body relax further. Before Emily could give you any more instruction, she heard your breathing deepen.

"Y/N?" She called softly. No response. She smiled to herself, knowing she had successfully helped you go to sleep. She laid down and drifted off to sleep herself.

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley emily x reader #stardew valley emily #sdv x reader #sdv #sdv emily #comfort fic

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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Hello! I was the one who requested how the rfa would comfort their kids if mom mc got all angsty ((??

♡♡♡

Maybe RFA's reaction to MC who aLWAYS looks great no matter what? Like her long legs, pretty soft hands and her hair always seems ready for a photoshoot?

◇ Hope it makes sense! If you have done this before or dont feel comfortable with this, just ignore this! Thanks, Have a great day 💕

RFA x Mc who always looks great

Hello, here you are, I hope you can enjoy this Headcanon!

Love you and have a great time!!

Jumin

The black-haired man always thought that the movies were just overdoing it.

There was no way that a woman would look perfectly fine after waking up.

And even when you woke up, he always believed that you woke up earlier than him to prepare your appearances before he would wake up.

He wanted to tell you that there was no need for this, to assure you that he would love to see your frizzy hair, sleep in your eyes, and perhaps some drool on your skin.

But somehow, that time never came.

Jumin observed you and waited until you woke up. He checked several times if you were really sleeping deeply.

He had the feeling of falling in love all over again with you when you opened your eyes and smiled at him.

Your skin was so soft, the way you slept made you just too attractive.

Your slender legs were softly rubbing against his as your hand stroked his cheek as a morning greeting.

,,You’re so wonderful,’’ he whispered, touching your soft hair.

,,You’re so cute,’’ you chuckled.

You never knew that Jumin was totally serious when he told you how beautiful you were…

Zen

It was the very first time the both of you argued so much and so hard that you took your jacket and went away from your shared apartment.

Although, it took him a few hours to pick you up.

Better said, to even find you.

To his surprise, he found you at Yoosung’s place, something he totally hated.

And he would have argued again with you if Yoosung didn’t have an odd costume on with gloves, looking funny.

,,I’m here to take, Mc,’’ he said angrily as he showed himself into the house.

,,Wait, maybe-’’ Yoosung couldn’t stop the white-haired man anymore.

The sight was an unusual one.

Your hair was tied to a messy bun, but it looked so hot, so fresh, as if you were having a photo shoot with some sports gear.

Your hoodie was covering your skin as your jogging trousers were over your knee. Your legs were showing and suddenly made him feel hot. However, when he saw that you had hurt yourself on your knee, he became worried and totally ignored how sexy you were looking.

,,What happened?’’ he asked in panic as his hands found their way to your soft skin.

,,I fell,’’ you sniffled.

And even with red eyes and wet cheeks, you looked so sexy to make his heart skip a beat.

,,Come with me, baby. You belong with me and should stay by my side,’’ he whispered as he took you bridal style away from Yoosung’s place.

Yoosung

In Yoosung’s eyes, the feelings he had towards you were always love.

The young boy fell in love with you and he always knew it.

But the time he really realized that this was love, was the day the both of you moved in together.

Everyone was helping. His mother wanted to come later to help you to clean while Seven installed the network, computer, and other gadgets.

Zen was busy looking at himself in the mirror and Jaehee was caught up checking the plans with the furniture.

And then there was you:

You were wearing some shabby old clothes of his.

Your hair was tied in a bun, but more hair was leaking from that bun and falling on your shoulders.

,,I’m so hot, can we open a window?’’ you asked him, gasping for air as you used your arm to remove the hair from your face.

This action ended with you having dust sticking to your skin.

The sun lit your silhouette from behind, making your hair shine.

He couldn’t describe what he was feeling, but his heart skipped a beat and suddenly he could only mutter that you were beautiful.

,,Me?’’ you asked him, looking down at your odd clothes.

And all he could do was nod and blush at the sight of your beauty.

Jaehee

It was funny how the point of view could change for each person.

In your eyes, you seemed like a puddle, your wet hair was sticking to your hair and you had the feeling that your make-up wasn’t in its place anymore.

You felt your clothes stick to you and felt just unmotivated that the dress you bought had an odd pattern on your body.

And then there was Jaehee’s view.

She already took a picture earlier without you looking.

You were checking for a bus. Your head turned away a bit and your expression was totally calm while your hair was slowly curling because of the falling raindrops.

Your skin had little raindrops on top of it, making you look like a fairy.

Your make-up was still perfect and your dress made her blush from the thoughts she was having.

How could a person look just as perfect as you, she thought?

How could you be so beautiful no matter the situation?

No matter how much chaos the restaurant brought in, she always had the feeling that you could be ready any time for a photo shoot.

Jaehee looked up to you and always made sure to show her true feelings.

Just like now, when her eyes met yours.

,,I think you are the most beautiful person I have ever met.’’

Saeyoung

,,Don’t you think that people who are in love see their crush in another light than normal people?’’ Yoosung one day asked and suddenly Saeyoung began to think about his quote.

Could it be that the love he felt for you made you look beautiful?

Saeyoung wanted to try it out and decided to play a trick on you by making paint fall on top of you.

Thinking that you would look messy, Saeran and Vanderwood, as well as himself, wouldn't think of you as beautiful.

He failed.

The paint did fall on you, however, your appearance was wonderful.

You looked as if you came out of an ad for paper color.

You looked great, wonderful, and Saeyoung couldn’t change the fact that you attracted him way too much.

But he wasn’t willing to give up.

The second time, he let you fall in a little stream. Of course, he made sure that you wouldn’t hurt yourself, but he had to fight with Saeran and Vanderwood at the end as they both blushed at the sight of your transparent white shirt.

Your hair was curling and you were still smiling. As always, you were great.

,,Coming back to your question, Yoosung boy. No, I think that this proves that you found the person you searched for.’’

No one ever heard Saeyoung say something that intelligent and serious before…

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25-07.2022 // 22:11 MEST

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insfiringyou · 11 months

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BTS - The Night Before (Suga x Jeong-sun) & (J-Hope x Nana)

Contains: Fluff, some angst. Mentions of RM and V.

Set shortly after ‘The Final Shift’ and ‘Flower Arrangements’, Jeong-sun spends the night before her wedding at Hoseok and Nana’s apartment.

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To read each member & their girlfriend’s headcanon universe fics in order, follow the links here: RM / Jin / Suga / J-Hope / Jimin / V / Jungkook

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She almost didn’t spot him at first. The sky outside the sliding door was a murky blue, signalling the first sign of dusk, and his silhouette on the patio porch blended almost seamlessly with the treeline beyond the brick wall at the end of the tiny garden. Jeong-sun had checked the studio twice already, certain he would be there. But the piano lay still in the dark, no sheets of music or writing littering its surface. She hadn’t heard him play for a week at least, though she supposed she knew why.

The door was slightly ajar and she pushed it gently; a soft trail of cigarette smoke danced through the gap as he exhaled silently.

“Get lost?” She gently called, not wanting to startle him.

He looked around, a smile playing on his lips, before turning back to face the small square of grass in the centre of the concrete. Jeong-sun had noted with some amusement, in the short time she had been living with him, that he kept the patch meticulously mowed come rain or shine. He wasn’t overtly prideful about it; after all, there were no flowerbeds to be seen along its edges, but maintaining it came as easily to him as brushing his teeth.

“I’m sorry, just thinking…” He said.

“Good things I hope.” Jeong-sun retorted, though a touch of uncertainty clouded the edges of her voice. She remained still for a moment, tongue subconsciously prodding the inside of her cheek as she clutched a mug of tea between her fingers, before quietly joining him on the step. He’d had his hair cut neatly the day before, cropping it shorter than she had seen it in a few months, and she brushed the ends lovingly as he took another pull on the cigarette, the red tip dancing briefly in the air, before dropping to his side.

“I haven’t seen you smoke in a while.” She commented, without judgment but unable to help the curiosity in her voice.

He looked at her, suddenly aware of his surroundings for the first time in twenty minutes, and smiled, a little aloofly. “Old habits.” He murmured, glancing down as though considering another drag, before deciding against it.

“It’s a nice night.” Her hand touched his covered arm, rubbing it gently.

“Yeah…”

She realised at once there was something more on his mind…more than the deluge of thoughts and emotions that had been running through hers for the past twenty four hours, and she pushed at it lightly, voice soft.

“Have you heard from Namjoon?”

She expected a sigh, but there came none. “No…” He said quietly in a tone that was hard to read. “Maybe he can’t get to his phone.”

She nodded deftly. “I’m sure that’s it.” If there was doubt in her voice, she hid it well and he didn’t seem to notice.

“It was quite short notice.” He admitted, almost to himself.

She rubbed his arm once, feeling the cotton sleeve beneath her palm. “I’m glad you changed your mind.” She paused. “At least…I think you’ll be glad later.”

“Tae hasn’t gotten back either.”

The disappointment was now evident, though not enough to dour his mood. Still, she sensed the cigarettes hadn’t been an accident like he had claimed - there were at least four other butts visible on the patio below.

“Is that why you’re stressed?” She asked; fingertips brushing along his sleeve comfortingly.

“I’m not stressed.” He turned to her. “Not really.”

She saw at once it was true and felt relieved. Eyes swimming with mirth, she reached for the almost-out cigarette, slipping it from between his fingers and taking her own tokenary drag, exhaling slowly into the still evening evening air, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yoongi took her other hand, fingers pressing against hers.

“What time’s Hoseok picking you up?” He asked.

She checked her watch, the pearlescent face shimmering in the soft glow of the living room behind them. “Half an hour.”

Yoongi laughed breathily. “He’ll be early.” He warned.

“What will you do?” Jeong-sun asked softly, both curious and a little sympathetic.

He shrugged non committedly. “Early night.”

She nodded, not surprised now she thought of it. “Don’t be late.” She quipped.

“I won’t.” He replied seriously.

She sighed. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

He shook his head at once, mouth twisting. “Hoseok and Nana will have something planned.”

“I was worried about that.” She murmured dryly.

Yoongi laughed, grinning to himself. Still he squeezed her hand in reassurance. “You’ll enjoy yourself.”

“Last night of freedom.” She taunted, eyebrows raised.

He flashed his teeth. “I doubt they’ve hired a stripper.”

She rolled her eyes, though matched his smile. “No, but Seulgi might bark all night. I’ll lose my beauty sleep.”

“Is your mom coming in the morning?”

“My brother’s picking her up from the airport tonight. She’ll stay with him.”

He nodded. “And your dad?”

“Meeting us there.” She turned to him. “I hear he’s bringing a friend.”

Yoongi watched her raise a single eyebrow playfully and sensed the meaning immediately. His chest seemed to warm, which surprised him. “A date?” He confirmed.

“I hope so. She owns a cafe by the river.” She looked back towards the end of the little garden, thinking to herself. “They’ve been friends for years.”

“Good for him.” He nodded solidly, realising how happy the news made him. He had only met her father twice, more recently when the older man came over to drop off some of Jeong-sun’s things, but the respect he had for him was immediate. It was more than the token gratitude he had been brought up to feel when respecting one's elders, and perhaps even more than a quiet sort of fondness he had for the way the man had helped raise Jeong-sun. He had seen a lot of himself in the private way he had carried himself; the mourning he had subtly witnessed for Jeong-sun’s mother who was very much still alive. He realised, this whole time, he had wanted him to be happy.

They once more fell silent, his eyebrows knitting together. She could tell there was something on his mind and made a neutral sound between her lips, urging him to speak.

“I didn’t write a speech.” He admitted, sorrily.

“Me neither.”

“I didn’t know what to say…” He looked away, across the garden where the shadows now grew in length. “At least in front of other people.” Pausing, he shook his head. “I couldn’t do it justice.” Slowly, he turned back to her. “I’ve always told you how I feel…” Yoongi paused, hesitating. “Maybe not well enough at first.” The tinge of doubt in his voice made her want to reach for him, touch him. But still, she held back. “I love you so much.” He finished, almost urgently.

“You’ll make me cry.” She smiled, meaning it to sound playful but unable to help the knot which seemed to form in her throat.

He turned to look at her straight, squeezing her hand tightly, reassuringly. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ve always known.” She reassured him, pressing back against his fingers.

“I can’t put it into words…”

“Me neither.” She quietly agreed, smiling in understanding. “I just know…” Her eyes stang a little, though she let them. “I can’t wait to be married to you.”

He smiled in response, though fell silent for a moment, lost in thought. “Do you think it will feel any different?”

“I don’t know…” Her mouth curled. “Ask me tomorrow?”

They sat side by side for a while, before deciding, almost in unison, to move to the front, where they would get a better view of the rapidly changing sky and watch out for Hoseok’s arrival. Yoongi left the sliding doors unlocked and Jeong-sun eyed the half-empty pack of Marlboros on the porch, undoubtedly waiting for his return once she left. The thought didn’t trouble her. He seemed as able to pick up the habit and quit again as she had once done jobs during her university years, and she sensed that whatever urge had driven him to the step in the evening twilight, it was serving to comfort him a little. It would be a long night to spend alone.

The front of the house was equally quiet which surprised her for this time of year. As the days grew longer there were usually some signs of activity from the street; people going to parties or into town for the evening, but on this occasion the environment seemed to match their introspective mood. That was, until they heard the approaching tyres of the Porsche as it slid around the bend in the street. Window down, they heard Hoseok’s voice before they fully saw him.

“Aw, you’re holding hands!”

They both looked down, almost unaware of the fact as the younger man parked smoothly against the curb,

“I’m allowed…” Yoongi retorted dryly before turning to Jeong-sun. “Are you all packed?”

“It’s in the hallway.” She conformed, slowly getting to her feet.

“We’ll take care of her.” Hoseok reassured as the young woman went back in the house.

Yoongi nodded. “I’m sure you will.”

She returned a moment later, struggling a little with the holdall which seemed packed to the brim. Jeong-sun, in a last minute rush, had indecisively packed both her hair straighteners and her curling prongs, not sure which she wanted. He slipped the strap a little further up her arm, resting it firmly against her shoulder.

“So this is it?” She whispered quietly, unsure whether she felt nervous or relieved.

Yoongi looked at her softly and nodded. “Until tomorrow.” He murmured.

“I’ll be there.” She smiled.

“I hope so.”

They leaned in, kissing each other with a surprising tenderness, forgetting they were being watched as their bodies pressed together, her bag nestling between them a little awkwardly as he cupped her cheek. Slowly, he pulled away. The beams from Hoseok’s car lit the street and he sensed the other man’s eagerness to take Jeong-sun to whatever strange fate awaited her back at Nana’s apartment.

“Oh! You’re not married yet!” Hoseok called playfully as their bodies moved apart.

“Piss off.” Yoongi murmured casually, making the other man grin with delight.

Jeong-sun flashed an almost sympathetic look, though it was herself she was feeling sorry for, before slipping her bag in the back of the strangely small car, tucking it behind the front seats. Yoongi watched her get in, standing still on the stoop at the front of the house as she waved to him through the window. The car slowly took off, her dark hair just visible as they turned away and Yoongi waited until they were both out of sight before going inside.

***

“Absolutely not.” Jeong-sun said, a smile playing on her lips. The small, cluttered kitchen smelt strongly of chicken and vegetables, the scent had hit her as soon as she walked through the door, but the oversized pan bubbling on the stove was not what she was referring to.

Hoseok’s eyes widened in excitement. “I’ve tried them before. It’s really good for your complexion.”

The younger woman’s face remained neutral. “Is that so?”

Nana quickly piped up, mixing the thick concoction in the plastic tub with a plastic spatula. The label on the outside showed Jeong-sun it had once held Neapolitan ice cream, though its faded surface suggested it was more used for other purposes. “I learned how to do them at a natural workshop. The teacher said it’s a secret Scandinavian recipe.”

“Is there something wrong with my complexion?” Jeong-sun blinked, not meaning to be serious, but the couple’s faces turned to alarm.

“No!” They both cried in unison. Hoseok immediately stepped forward,

“We just thought it would be nice.” He wrapped his arm around her comfortingly before straightening up, his chest puffing a little. “I certainly want to look my best for tomorrow!”

“But if you don’t want to, it’s not a big deal.” Nana quickly added.

Jeong-sun sighed internally, realising not following their carefully organised plans would certainly lead them to overthink the evening, and dour the mood. “No…” She uttered, giving in. “I’ll try.”

Hoseok stepped away joyfully, uncurling himself from her frame. “Nana made your cake! Just as requested.”

“Carrot and walnut.” The older woman smiled, almost proudly.

“Yoongi says it’s your favourite.” Hoseok nodded.

Nana frowned. “Though not very traditional.”

Jeong-sun joined them by the kitchen counter, glancing sideways at the plate in the corner which she guessed was the object in question. Nana had covered the enormous mound with a chequered gingham cloth which fit well with the colourful decor of the kitchen. “Thank you.” She murmured, sincerely. “I guess we’re a bit counter for taste.” She admitted, lips turning up at the corner as she remembered the expression on Yoongi’s face when she had first ordered the delicacy, some years ago. They had visited a small bakery off the streets of Insa-dong one morning afternoon after work; his dark cap was as inconspicuous as her oversized sweater, but he had bought it for her and added another for himself just the same.

“I had to look it up. I’d never made it before.”

“She got the carrots from the balcony.” Hoseok gestured towards the kitchen, where a little row of planters could just be glimpsed beyond the old-fashioned net curtains.

“I had to supplement them with ones from the market.” Nana admitted sadly. “We can’t fit that many in the pot.”

Jeong-sun sighed. “I’m really grateful, but you didn’t have to.”

Nana’s eyes widened at once. “It’s my honour.”

Hoseok nodded eagerly. “She really means it.”

Jeong-sun saw from their matching expressions that it was true, not that she had doubted them. The pair always seemed so earnest in a way which seemed foreign and unfamiliar. Perhaps it was her own upbringing that caused her to view sincerity with distrust. Lost in thought, the sudden bubbling from the stove, which seemed to grow a notch louder, caught her attention as Nana turned down the heat.

“Dinner’s ready.” The older woman said, sliding the lid off the pan. The smell grew stronger and Jeong-sun peered at the contents with curiosity. A thin, brown liquid shimmered, rainbow-like, on the surface.

“Is that for us?” She asked, trying not to sound ungrateful.

“No.” Nana laughed, immediately catching the look of relief on Jeong-sun’s face.

“It’s for Seulgi.” Hoseok reassured, glancing sideways at the dog who sat quietly in the basket in the corner.

“It’s a type of broth. The dog loves it!” Nana reached down for the metal bowl by the dog bed and the canine sprung to life at the sound, wagging her tail eagerly.

Jeong-sun smirked, raising an eyebrow to herself. “Do you always cook for the dog?”

“She’s been poorly lately.” Nana sighed, bending down to pet her head. “Upset stomach.”

“I’m sure she’ll be alright tonight though.” Hoseok joined her side, giving the dog a reassuring stroke. “The vet says it’s just something she ate.”

“Where does the dog sleep?” Jeong-sun asked, trying to hide her apprehension. She didn’t dislike dogs exactly, she’d never been bitten or had one startle her, but having been without pets her whole life, she never really understood the infatuation with them. She’d considered getting a goldfish once upon a time, when she first moved into her apartment downtown, but she figured the company she’d get from its presence wouldn’t make up for the time she spent cleaning the tank.

“Not with us.” Nana quickly retorted.

The target of her statement gave a sorry look towards the canine, affectionately. “Aw…” Hoseok cooed. “She sometimes sleeps with us.”

“Not when she’s sick Hoseok!” Nana replied, a little harshly, making the man back away. Her tone suddenly lightened as she bent down and stroked the soft fur on Seulgi’s rump kindly. “She’s got a lovely bed downstairs.” She sang, almost soothingly, as though trying to convince the dog of the matter.

“And where am I sleeping?” Jeong-sun asked cautiously.

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Hoseok dismissed kindly.

“You’ll be comfy, I promise.” Nana added, straightening up now the food was served. Seulgi lapped at it hungrily.

“And no sneaking out in the middle of the night.” Hoseok wagged his finger scoldingly, though he grinned as he said it.

“To spend the last night with your husband to be…” Nana added, almost innocently.

“He’ll be fast asleep by then.” Jeong-sun admitted, hoping it was true. She hated the thought of Yoongi being kept awake by nerves.

“Masks!” Hoseok suddenly claimed, only just remembering as he picked up the discarded ice cream tub from the kitchen counter. The scent of bananas was overwhelming and Jeong-sun spotted the large slabs of fruit dancing on the surface of the pale formula. Nana, it seemed, had used a whole bunch. She silently took her cue to follow them into the adjoining living room where the T.V stood blaring a colourful film; the tone informed her it was old, from the 90s perhaps, with subtitles. A group of women in shoulderpads sat clustered around a table in the middle of a bar; their perms as subtle as the slices of bananas in the mask.

“Have you seen this before?” Hoseok asked, half watching the conversation on screen. The women’s accents were strong, even Jeong-sun could tell that, and a little familiar. She had never been to Australia, though her mother’s partner could be heard on the phone sometimes, asking her questions in the background. She thought that might be it.

“No.” Jeong-sun admitted.

“Oh, it’s great!” He beamed.

Nana glanced and smiled. “Hoseok’s discovered Abba.” She murmured approvingly. Jeong-sun didn’t quite get the reference until the next scene, when the music started; she recognised ‘Dancing Queen’, to which Hoseok gave an enthusiastic rendition.

Jeong-sun sat down on the little sofa, pulling aside the blanket which was covered in hair, with some disdain. “I’ll ask the DJ if he takes requests.”

Hoseok paused, eyes wide. “You hired a DJ?” He asked hopefully.

She looked at him with an expression Yoongi would have been familiar with. “No.”

His face dropped, disappointedly, before turning back to the screen.

“Min-seo sends her love.” Nana joined Jeong-sun on the sofa, obviously ignoring the now folded blanket which she sat on.

“You spoke to her?” Jeong-sun asked.

Nana nodded cheerfully. “She came around to help with the cake. She had to leave early to feed Eun-ju. She wishes she could have been here though.”

“Eun-ju’s grown so much!” Hoseok turned around just long enough to flash an affectionate smile. The scene on screen had once again moved on. It quickly dawned on Jeong-sun that the movie was also about a wedding and she wondered whether the choice had been deliberate.

“Min-seo’s picked her out a dress for tomorrow. She’ll look so cute.” Nana smiled, face half covered by the yellow mask. Jeong-sun hadn’t noticed her put it on.

Hoseok turned back, his attention drawn away from the film by the strong scent. “Do mine.” He pleaded, joining Jeong-sun closely on the other side of the sofa which hadn’t been designed for three grown people.

“Erm…” Jeong-sun handled the spatula nervously. “How much do you want?” Her lips curled. “One scoop or two?”

“Lay it on thick.” Hoseok beamed, moving his face forward, as though holding it out for her.

“He likes to eat it sometimes.” Nana smirked.

***

The film had finished with a predictably buoyant ending. Muriel had stood up to her bullies and headed for the airport, never to return. The movie made way to another foreign one; this about a time traveller in England who used his inherited powers to get the girl, though the trio seemed to quieten down once the masks had dried and the clock counted down to midnight. At some point Seulgi had made her way between them on the couch, her head resting against Hoseok’s thigh with a surprisingly human-like sigh. Unsurprisingly; Jeong-sun had gotten the rump end. Still, she stroked her fur casually, almost without realising. Sick or not, Nana hadn’t protested her presence.

Jeong-sun yawned without realising, stretching her back against the uncomfy back-rest. Her face felt tight beneath the mask; though she had gotten used to the fruity scent.

“Are you tired?” Hoseok asked, speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes.

Jeong-sun blinked sleepily, realising she was. “Big day tomorrow.”

“Did you pack your jammies?” He asked seriously. She looked at him; eyes wide beneath his thickly smeared mask, and laughed to herself. “Nana has some if you didn’t.” He added.

“I brought some.” Jeong-sun nodded. “Besides, I’m not sure Nana’s would fit.” She admitted with a shrug, casting an eye over the other woman’s tall, slender frame.

“They’re very versatile.” Hoseok commented, though Nana broke the conversation by getting to her feet, gently pushing the dog off the sofa. The canine yawned, stretching its long body before plopping heavily on the rug.

“I made up the bed for you.”

“Where will you sleep?” Jeong-sun asked.

“Here.” Nana pointed at the sofa, barely small enough for the three of them, without concern. Jeong-sun didn’t question how uncomfy they would be, she knew they would protest.

“Thank you.” She nodded kindly.

“And I’ll be up nice and early to get you ready.” Nana beamed, scooping up the now-empty ice cream tub from the side table and taking it into the kitchen.

“Me too!” Hoseok quickly added.

“Thanks.” Jeong-sun smiled. “That means a lot to me.”

Once the room was cleared Jeong-sun slowly made her way up the stairs, to the single master bedroom which was neatly made up compared to the rest of the apartment. She remembered the mask and considered going to the bathroom straight away, but instead slipped her phone from her jean pocket.

The photograph was unflattering but she didn’t care. The mask had set firmly against her features; a large slab of banana visible beneath her fringe, in the centre of her forehead. She tried not to laugh as she sent the picture, sitting comfortably down on the bed. I smell like banana. She typed, hitting send.

It occurred to her at once he might not be awake to see it, but predictably the reply came a moment later. Two single words. Dear Jesus.

She smiled to herself, wondering if she too would be able to sleep.

I love you.

Her phone pinged a second later, before she’d even had time to take off her socks.

I love you too.

***

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