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sluttywoozi · 10 months

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May Flowers | Like A Cowboy Final Chapter

Like A Cowboy | Cowboy Like Me | Give You My Wild

Pregnancy is hard, but April showers bring May flowers, right?

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~7.2k (~2.8k plot, ~4.4k smut)

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnant sex, pregnancy kink, fingering, masturbation, (healthy) possessiveness, oral f. rec., piv sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, creampie, aftercare

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina, about 6 and a half months pregnant, gets carried/lifted by Mingyu (he’s a strong ass cowboy with big bulging muscles)

“Honey, can I get you anything before I join you?” Mingyu asks softly from the doorway, fondly observing the way your book rests on your swollen belly.

You look over, shaking your head with a sweet smile before returning your attention to your book. You’ve been reading like crazy since your stomach started growing, consuming every word you can find on childbearing and childrearing. He tries to read the books when you finish them, but with you no longer able to help as much outside or inside, he doesn’t have a lot of spare time. He doesn’t mind though, would run the whole ranch by himself if it meant you got to rest like you deserve, and it’s more than enough that you still take care of the cooking and linens.

He doesn’t think you know how grateful he is to have a steaming meal on the table every time he comes in after a long day of labor in the thawing spring air. He makes the effort to tell you, but he’s sure there’s another way. Maybe he could show you, but you only want gifts for the baby right now so anything he gets you wouldn’t be for you. He could hire a farmhand from sun up to sun down and use the day to pamper you, but he’s not sure you’d like that either.

You’ve become… sensitive. About your body and about having all of his focus on it.

Mingyu, of course, already thought you were the most beautiful and precious creature to ever walk the earth, and you’ve only become more so since your pregnancy began showing itself. You glow, your whole being radiates light and sweetness, and though you’re a bit quicker to cry than before, you’re also prone to telling him you love and adore him at the drop of his cowboy hat.

He’s changed too, growing much more protective and somehow less clumsy if it means saving you from your new lack of coordination. You’re unused to having the equivalent of a butternut squash attached to your front, and it shows in the tender spots he finds every night. You’re tender about the squash itself too, lamenting each shift that no longer fits and mourning every dress you have to let out, though you try to hide it from him.

He assumes you don’t want him to know that you’re experiencing some negative feelings too, especially after the little gathering he’d thrown you last week. Some of your friends are with child as well and they were all absolutely exuberant, going on about how wonderful it was and how they almost didn’t want it to end. Your smile had turned false then, though he doubts they noticed. He doubts you think he noticed, but Mingyu sees everything when it comes to you because he’s always paying attention.

That’s why he’s also caught onto how physically sensitive you are now, too. You grimace every morning as you secure your bodice, wince whenever he accidentally touches your breasts in the night, catch his hand and guide it to your hip if you notice he’s going for your belly. He’s trying to stop touching you in these places, but it’s difficult when he’s so used to you loving when he touches you anywhere. He misses being close to you, misses making love to you, but he’ll give you space for as long as you need it. Or he’ll do his best to, at least.

It’s something he keeps in mind as he gingerly climbs into bed next to you, shuffling close enough for a kiss before exchanging an, “I love you,” letting his head drop heavily to the pillow, and promptly falling asleep.

Mingyu blinks awake to moonlight barely peeking through the curtains and a hand gently tapping at his chest.

“S’wrong, honey?” He mumbles, his fingers tangling with your own as his head lolls over so he can squint at you in the darkness. From what little of you he can see, you’re nervous. That wakes him up, makes him shift onto an elbow and lean over you, his hand releasing yours so he can cup your cheek and bring your eyes to his. Is it something with the baby? Is something going-

“Nothing’s wrong! I- I think I… I want you, Mingyu.”

That’s the last thing he expects you to say, and the reaction it causes in him would bring him to his knees if he were standing. Heat flashes down the back of his neck, all the want in his body rushing into his cock as it hardens in his underclothes, his eyes going half lidded and his mouth dropping open as he leans in to press his lips to yours.

“Did you have a dream?” He questions, kissing your cheek and forehead before continuing, “Can I touch you? Kiss you?”

“I never fell asleep,” you groan, rubbing your legs together beneath the sheets, “And yes, Gyu, please.”

He’s gentle with you, turning you onto your side and bringing a pillow to rest under your belly. You lift your head so his arm can reach around and cradle you to him, leaning your body against his and draping your thigh over his leg to open you up. He doesn’t want you to have to support yourself at all, wants to give you whatever you need, whatever you want. Which, apparently, is him, so he won’t make you wait.

His free hand slides between your thighs, his arm brushing against your belly and his cock jumping against your back as his fingers glide over your folds. You’re so wet he gasps into your neck, two of his fingers dipping inside and finding you hot and slick, “Did you touch yourself?”

“I tried, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to wake you, though, you work so hard and you need to sleep,” you whine, bucking into his touch.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me that you need me anytime and anywhere and I’ll give myself to you,” Mingyu promises, pressing his teeth into your shoulder and letting his fingers sink deeper, spread apart, fuck up and in. You’re so responsive, your body writhing in his hold and your thighs shaking against his as you near the edge. It seems your heightened sensitivity is working in his favor now, so he twists his thumb over to rub your swollen clit and digs his fingers in just a little harder.

At this angle, he can tap his fingertips right into that patch inside you that makes you gush, and he can feel you tighten around him, feel you get closer and closer to the edge with each grind against that spot. He wishes he could taste you, feel you on his tongue, but that might be a bit much for you tonight so he’ll talk to you instead.

“So perfect for me, my pretty wife all round and full with my baby, fuck,” He gasps into your hair, his cock throbbing and leaking where it’s pressed into your back.

His words must be enough to get you there because suddenly, your back is arching and your whines are echoing throughout the room as your slick floods his hand. It almost breaks him, feeling your walls hug his fingers and knowing how much better they feel around his cock, but he holds himself together long enough to see you through to the other side of your release.

You’re sobbing by the time it’s over, so Mingyu gently withdraws his fingers before cleaning them with his mouth and wrapping you up in his arms. He rocks slowly, humming so you can feel the vibrations in his chest and smiling to himself as he feels you start to come down.

“Did so good for me, honey,” Mingyu murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and ignoring the insistent pulse of his dick.

“Thank you, Gyu, love you,” you mumble back, already on the verge of falling asleep in his arms.

“Love you, baby,” Mingyu promises as he shuffles out from under you and to the bathroom, starting up the shower and leaving it on cold before wetting a cloth with warm sink water and carefully cleaning you up.

He’s not sure if a cold shower will actually help considering he’s harder than he has been in months, but it’s worth a shot. There’s no way he’ll be able to sleep like this and he doesn’t expect it to go down on its own, so the shower is his best bet.

Every muscle in his body tenses when the icy water hits his skin, and even after five minutes of shivering under the spout, he’s still rock hard. He grimaces, letting his head drop back to rest against the tiled wall as he gives up, turns the shower to warm, and wraps a hand around his cock. His own touch is never as good as yours, but it’s all he’s known for the last few months and it’ll continue to be all he knows until you’re ready for him again.

Truthfully, he’s over the moon at getting to touch you at all tonight, getting to be so close to you and unravel you like that, and he knows all he needs to do to push himself over the edge is think about you. His hand starts moving of its own volition as he calls to mind the thought of you touching yourself, the delicious squeeze of your walls around his fingers, the breathy sighs and moans you’d let out.

He can’t swallow the punched out groan that leaves him when he remembers taste of you on his fingers, or stop himself from gripping his cock tighter, or slow his hand when it starts to speed. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the shower, and though Mingyu wishes it was you and him making those sounds together, he got to touch you tonight and that’s more than enough for him.

It’s more than enough that you’re carrying his child, letting them grow in you and with you, taking care of them and nurturing them with your body until they’re ready to be loved in person. The idea shouldn’t send heat zipping down his spine, but it does and his hips follow, thrusting his cock into the sleeve he’s made with his hand as a coil starts to wind in his stomach.

It’s wild to him that just a little bit ago, you were doing this, touching yourself and chasing that release, and when you couldn’t find it on your own, you knew you could wake him up. You still felt guilty, he knows, but he’s ecstatic that you reached out to him, both physically and metaphorically. He’s missed you these months even as he slept next to you every night, and to be so close to you was fulfilling beyond measure.

It’s what will push him over the edge, what will make that coil in his belly snap, and he can feel his heart start to race as he gets closer and closer. He pictures you, sleeping peacefully on your side in your nightgown, pressing your hips back into his, night after night. You, bent over the railing of your front porch all those moons ago. You, with one injured hand above your head and the other holding yourself open for him. You, under him and on top of him and all over him, just you you you.

You’re all Mingyu needs, all he wants and all he will ever want, and as he thinks about putting this baby in you, pumping you full and keeping you full until it took, until there was evidence beyond rings and a vow that you’re his and he’s yours, it breaks him. His cock pulses in his hand as it hardens further and starts to spit cum, his desperate grip damn near cutting off the circulation at the head. His head thunks against the tile and he whines your name, feeling the wave overcome him and letting himself drown in it.

Trembling under the warm water, he attempts to catch his breath, his eyes still clenched shut and his hand still fisting his cock. He needs to sleep soon if he wants to get any work done on the ranch tomorrow, but he just can’t find the strength to move yet. The water is what spurs him, going from warm to cold to freezing in what feels like no time before he turns off the shower and dries off the excess moisture.

His pants from before will need a wash, his prespend having soaked through the fabric, so he scurries naked to the dresser in the chilly night air and opens the drawer as quietly as he can. He pulls out the first underclothes his fingers touch, climbing into them before sliding into bed next to you. You’re still breathing softly, one arm folded beneath your head and the other cradling your swollen belly, and Mingyu feels all the love in his body rush into his heart as he watches you sleep peacefully.

“I love you,” he whispers softly, so quietly that it’s nearly lost in the creaking of the house and the wind blowing through the trees. His hand covers your own before he bends at the waist to press a kiss to your stomach, “And I love you.”

Leaning back into the rocking chair, you heave a sigh and let your eyes fall closed. Your fingertips are starting to ache, as is your back, but you’ve got a whole stack of linens to repair and there’s still daylight left, so onward you’ll go.

The baby has been quite active today, aiming little kicks right into your kidneys and line dancing all over your bladder, but you’re glad for it. The movement of the baby means they’re growing like they’re supposed to, and you’ll always take the aches and touch-sensitivity and endless trips to the bathroom over the alternative.

This journey has been rife with worries, many of which you neglected to share with your husband, and reminding yourself that your family is about to grow is what gets you through the day.

That, and Mingyu.

He’s outside right now, tending to the flower garden he started for you after you felt the quickening. It’s full of your favorites, and some medicinal herbs as well. Marigolds for their healing properties, peppermint and ginger for your morning sickness, stinging nettles for your nutrition, and chamomile for your sleepless nights.

He spent hours researching, and even conferred with the town midwife to determine what would be best to plant for you.

Nearly every time you look at it, you’re moved to tears thinking about just how much he loves you. This seems to be one of those times, and you press your palms to your eyes as if you could stem the flow of saltwater. The tears spill over onto your cheeks anyway, your breath hitching on a sob that you couldn’t swallow for the life of you.

These crying spells started around the same time your belly made itself known, and they’re one of the many aspects you won’t miss when this baby finally comes. Along with the fact that you can barely stand to let anyone touch you anymore, not your mother, not your father, not even your husband. You hate to see his face fall every time he reaches for you, but you’re just so tender all over, which is part of why you cry so often.

Your tears dry up soon enough, but not so fast Mingyu doesn’t see. When you pull your hands from your eyes, you catch sight of him. He’s standing with his hands on his hips, biting that plush bottom lip and making you itch to tug it out from between his teeth. Instead, you swipe the sheen from your cheeks and give him a shaky smile through the window.

He sends back a small, fond grin and laughs to himself, disappearing from view as he returns to his weeding. You let the smile drop and arch your back, rubbing at a persistent ache in the lower curve of your spine. You’ll have to have Mingyu try to work it out for you before bed or you won’t be able to sleep at all tonight.

You still can’t believe what you did last night, waking him up and begging him to touch you like that. You haven’t been in the mood for months, and suddenly you needed him so bad you just couldn’t take it anymore. It came over you like a cresting wave, starting in your mind and rolling down to your core.

You did your best to relieve the ache on your own, but you couldn’t reach far enough to get your fingers inside with your belly in the way and eventually, your back started to hurt too much with all the straining. You knew you’d never get to bed if you still felt like that, so you did the only other thing you could think to do.

You woke up your husband.

And, goodness, did he relieve that ache.

The problem is that it wasn’t enough. Now that you’ve felt his touch again, you want more, you want everything.

But you can wait until he finishes his work outside and eats the dinner you’ll make for the two of you. There’s no way you’ll interrupt him just so you can ask him to satisfy your desires, even though he told you to do exactly that just last night.

You were wrong. You were so very wrong.

As soon as you started thinking about Mingyu touching you again, a spark lit up in your center and now you feel all warm and, dare you say, wet.

You can’t focus on your mending, your fingers stinging with pin pricks, and you also can’t take your eyes off your husband.

He took his outer layer off, leaving him in just a white tank and his denim trousers, and every time he lifts his shirt up to wipe his sweat, you see a flash of his toned, glistening abdomen.

He’s doing it on purpose. You know because he caught you looking and smirked, and you haven’t bothered to look away since. You’re not sure what your expression is telling him but you know your eyes are full of a heat that only he can cool.

When he whips the tank over his head and uses it to mop at the sweat on his chest, you decide you’ve had enough.

You shoot up (as fast as you’re able) from your rocking chair and march to the front door, throwing it open and standing on the edge of the stairs with your hands on your hips.

You forgot to put on your shoes so you can’t actually go haul Mingyu inside like you want to, but he must have heard the door open. He appears from around the corner of the house, his muscles shimmering in the waning sunlight and flexing with every step.

“Hey, baby,” He calls, grinning with happiness like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s done. “I was wondering when you’d break.”

He stands shoulder-level with the railing of your front porch and folds his arms on the wood before resting his chin on the cushion they create. The way he’s looking up at you through his eyelashes has your heart fluttering, and when he reaches a hand out to tug you closer, you give him yours and move on instinct.

“I knew you were teasing me,” You shake your head, squeezing his hand and moving your shared grasp to your belly before flattening his palm over it. You haven’t been able to let him touch you much over the past couple months, finding your skin too sensitive for even your clothes, but you want him to feel what you feel.

His whole face lights up in a beam bright enough to replace the sun when the little kick thumps right under his hand. Before you know it, his eyes are filling with tears and he’s taking your free hand to bring it to his face. You cup his cheek, brushing the tears away with a gentle thumb and feeling your own eyes welling up.

You try to kiss him but you can’t bend over enough to reach, making you pout and let out a huff.

“Back up a little, honey,” Mingyu instructs before disentangling his hands from yours and letting you step away. He plants his hands on the railing and gets a foot on the foundation of your house, hauling himself over the fence with more grace than you expected.

“The stairs are right there,” You point out with a laugh, stepping back as he crowds you into the wall. His hands brace next to your head and he leans into your space, his lips inches from yours as he whispers, “Is it a crime to show off for my wife?”

“Never,” You breathe, tilting your chin to press your mouth to his. He kisses you deeply, sighing like he’s just tasted the finest whiskey and moving as close to you as your belly allows.

When his hands leave the wall and find your body, they’re tender, soft on you, like he knows just how sensitive you are. And of course he does, because he’s your husband and he knows everything about you.

Down to the fact that when he angles your head so he can kiss you like he wants, it makes your knees weak. His hands move to your hips and squeeze just a bit harder, just enough to give you some more stability as he kisses you until you’re dizzy.

“Can we go,” You gasp in between kisses, “Inside the house?”

“Can I carry you?” He responds, waiting for your nod to sweep you up into his arms bridal style. He’s so strong, holding you steady as he walks to the front door you’d left open. He toes off his boots before he walks inside, knowing you’ll scold him if he tracks dirt on your clean floors.

Crossing over the threshold with him like this brings up memories of your wedding day, of when he surprised you with the house he’d built with his own two hands for you to share. It’s a home now, and in just a few months, there will be a new member of your family to make it even warmer. The thought nearly makes you tear up again as Mingyu lumbers up the stairs to your bedroom.

You swallow down the emotions rising within you, refusing to cry yet again, and smile up at Mingyu as he carefully places you on the bed.

“How do you think we should do this?” He inquires, his eyes on your bump and his hands on his hips. You go over the positions you’ve used in the past, but most of them won’t accommodate your stomach.

“Maybe from behind?” You suggest, beginning to unbutton your dress before his hands take over for yours. You arch a brow, watching as he meticulously pushes the buttons out of their openings and remembering all the repairing you had to do while he was trying to put this baby in you.

“I wanna be able to look at you,” Mingyu counters, his eyes caught on the movement of your breasts as you work the dress off. You’re left in just your shift and bodice, and the look in his eyes sends your confidence rocketing up.

“How about,” He starts talking only to stop and take hold of the backs of your knees, “If I pull you to the edge of the bed and stay standing? We can put some pillows under your hips to prop you up.”

Picturing it in your head, you work out the logistics and find his plan to be solid. The bed isn’t too low to the ground, but you still won’t be at the height of his hips so the cushioning is a good idea.

You nod with finality, reaching for the pillows above your head and pulling them down to hand them to Mingyu. He slides one arm under your back and lifts you enough to slide one, then the other pillow beneath your hips, leaving you at the perfect height.

You could almost laugh at all the planning required for making love in this state, but the heat is flooding back into you as you watch Mingyu slowly undo his belt.

He’s staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his gaze roving over every inch of your body, clothed and unclothed. His cock strains at the denim of his jeans, the dark blue growing darker where the head must be.

You can’t even see him but you want him in you, making you wonder if you’re still stretched from last night. You don’t want him to get you ready, you just want him to fill you up again and again and again, just like he did all those months ago.

You open your mouth to tell him but gasp instead as he shoves his trousers and underclothes down, revealing his hard, swollen cock. It’s leaking at the tip, flushed and so so pretty, and you almost wish you were laying the other way so you could have him in your mouth.

You don’t think you can wait though, fighting to tear off your bodice and pull your shift up. It’s difficult with the pillows beneath your hips and it occurs to you that you should have gotten undressed before getting comfortable, but that’s rectified easily enough with Mingyu’s help.

He lifts you as you tug the fabric up, his eyes following the hem and his breath catching when your belly is revealed. You raise your arms when he takes over, pulling the fabric over your head and tossing it so it lands on the dresser instead of the floor.

There’s an expression of desirous awe on his face, his eyes wide and warm and full of something you don’t recognize. His hands hover over your skin, unsure of whether or not he can touch you, and when you nod your consent, he places them on your hips and opens his mouth to speak.

“Seeing you like this, knowing it’s our baby growing in there, knowing you’ve got a piece of me inside you all the time… It does things to me.”

You haven’t thought about it that way before, and you feel your core squeeze at the idea of always having a little part of Mingyu with you.

He grins down at you, a feral, possessive glint in his eye, as he watches you process his words. His hands sweep over your body and for once, you don’t feel the need to guide them away. Instead, you want them all over you, want him all over you.

It’s like your sensitivity has turned in his favor, and you feel goosebumps rising on your skin in his wake. You fight back a shiver when he carefully trails his hands over your tender breasts, his eyes observant and his bottom lip bitten between his teeth. He brushes his thumbs over your nipples, just the barest touch, but it still has you arching your back and swallowing down a whine.

“Ohhh, this will be fun,” Mingyu smirks before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your belly, “But I’ll be gentle with you, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

“I know you will be,” You breathe as you reach down and sink a hand into his hair, attempting to lift your hips for him so he can pull off your underclothes. “Let me,” He says as he pulls your hips up with one hand and tugs down your drawers with the other. They land on top of your shift and his hands hover over your skin, his eyes meandering along your bare form as he tries to decide where to touch first.

You’re growing impatient, having been teased enough before he even brought you inside, but you know he’s missed you. You’ve missed him too, wished almost every night that you didn’t feel the way you did and that you could just be with him, and it seems your wish has come true.

So, you can wait.

You can wait as his touch skims over your belly and back up to your breasts, as his eyes become cloudy and dark when he sees for himself just how much they’ve grown. As he lightly twists and pulls at your nipples, as he curls himself over you to suck one into his mouth. As he brings you up higher and higher until you think you might fall over the edge, just from this.

When he trails his kisses down your stomach and starts to kneel, you know you can’t wait anymore. “Gyu, please. I need you,” You implore him, your thighs tensing as you feel arousal starting to seep out of you.

“Can I taste you first? I wanted to last night but I didn’t want to push you,” He breathes, his fingers tapping at your hips and his eyes big and round.

You really want him to fill you up but his mouth would feel nice too, and you suppose you should let him get you ready at least a little knowing how delicate you are right now. You also just might happen to love giving him what he wants. As soon as you sigh, “Yes, honey,” he hauls your thighs over his shoulders and dives in, making you gasp and claw at the bedcovers.

His tongue glides through your folds and you can feel the pained groan he lets out, feel the vibrations move through your center. He worships you, sucking your clit, licking your folds, pushing his tongue into your entrance to get a taste at the source. It feels so much better than you remember, so much warmer and wetter, and when he shakes his head to bury his tongue deeper and coincidentally rubs your clit with his nose, it makes your hips jump.

He brings them back down with gentle hands and you untangle yours from the sheets to cover them with your own, squeezing at his knuckles and wrapping your fingers over his. You can’t see him over your bump but you can hear him, hear every whimper of pleasure and groan of want, hear every noise his tongue makes as it slides in and out of you. His nose keeps dragging over your bundle of nerves and every single pass pushes you closer to the edge, sounds of your own escaping your mouth, unfettered and unfiltered.

You’re about to tell him you’re getting close but he suddenly presses the tip of his nose hard into your clit and shoves his tongue as far inside you as it can go, and that’s all you need.

That’s all you need to cum, to cry, to keen, your arousal flooding onto his tongue and your thighs snapping closed over his ears. He moans into you throughout your whole release, drinking down your wetness with an open mouth and prying your legs away from his head when he finally needs to breathe.

Tears stream down the sides of your face, your eyelashes fluttering as you blink away the stars swimming in your vision, and when he takes one final lick from your entrance to your crest, you can’t help but shudder. He cautiously slides your legs from his shoulders one after the other, and rises to his feet on shaky knees.

“Alright, baby?” He rests one knee on the edge of the bed and leans over your bump to press his you-soaked lips to yours. You make an affirmative noise against his mouth, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek when he tries to pull away, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. He hums and kisses you deeper, seeming to understand that you need this contact right now.

You know Mingyu won’t rush you, he never does, no matter how desperate his need is. Which is why you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him into you, gasping when you feel his hot, leaking cock come into contact with your core.

“I want you inside me,” You break away to exhale, watching his jaw clench and his eyes grow darker.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, darlin’, you know that,” He dips back down for one more kiss before standing upright and guiding his cock to your entrance. The tip notches in easily, your arousal and earlier release opening you up for him, and he grasps the backs of your knees with big, calloused hands.

“I can hold your legs, baby. I don’t want you to strain yourself,” He offers, his voice deep with want. He hooks his arms under your knees after you untangle them from his waist with a thankful hum before slowly pushing into you. The stretch is delicious, stealing your voice and all the air in your lungs as he carefully spreads you open.

You’re glad he suggested this way because you want to look at him too, want to watch his face as he feels you for the first time in months. He almost seems like he’s in pain, his mouth dropped open and his eyes clenched shut. He’s making weak, punched-out noises as he slides inside you, his fingers gripping tighter with every inch.

When he bottoms out in you, it’s like you can’t breathe. He’s so thick and long, and he’s buried so deep, it makes you want to cry. You look a bit closer and find, to your surprise, that Mingyu is crying. There are tears slipping out of the corners of his still-closed eyes, and he opens them to reveal a desperation you don’t expect.

“I’m sorry, baby, fuck, ’m sorry,” He forces out, his hips stuttering against yours.

“What are you so-,”

“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna-.”

His head drops back and heady moans escape his parted lips, his abdomen tensing every time he ruts into you. His cock jerks against the clutches of your walls as a warmth pools deep inside, making you gasp and arch your back. He’s never reached release so soon, but you can’t blame him after he’s been without you, and honestly, it makes you feel ridiculously wanted.

When his hips stop moving and his cock stops leaking, you expect him to pull out and give you his fingers or tongue, but he stays rooted inside you, his cock still hard and his eyes determined. He starts fucking you slowly, pushing his spend deeper and deeper even though he must be sensitive by now.

“Mingyu, you don’t have to, I already-”

“Do you still want me inside you?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then I’m staying,” He promises, falling into a gentle rhythm, his movements eased by your wetness and the sticky cum he’d filled you with.

“Enough with the interrupting,” You whine, raising your hips to meet his and trying to fuck him back as much as your heavy belly will allow. His cock twitches as he laughs sheepishly, giving your legs a squeeze with his hands and breathing, “I’m sorry, honey. I won’t do it again.”

“You’d better not,” You threaten half-heartedly, gradually losing yourself to the pleasure of his movements. Every time he bottoms out, your walls flutter and clench around him, attempting to hold him inside though you know he’s stronger than you. When he draws his hips back, yours follow, sparking a familiar push and pull, give and take, that you’ve perfected together in the years since you wed.

Your head tilts back when the tip of his cock strokes the one spot inside you that always makes you gush, your moans rising in volume and your legs twitching in his hold. He notices this, of course, and aims every thrust at that spot, nearly panting with exertion as he fucks in and out of you. You feel the coil in your center winding tighter and tighter, your walls sucking his cock in deep and hugging him like you never want him to leave.

“Will you touch yourself for me?” Mingyu asks, his voice thready with pleasure. “I’m getting close again, it’s so- Ahhh, so sensitive and your cunt is so perfect.”

You acquiesce immediately, one hand gripping at the sheets and the other sliding down your body and around your bump to find the throbbing little bundle of nerves nestled in your folds. One circle has you getting wetter, another has you clenching down, and a third has you falling over the edge.

You must drag Mingyu along with you, his cock growing impossibly harder and starting to shoot cum inside you. The release is strong, like a tidal wave overcoming you and pulling you under. It blurs your vision, fills your ears with a roaring sound, makes you shiver and squeeze uncontrollably around him as he fills you up for a second time.

With your arousal and his spend, you’re overfull, making a combination of both seep out around his slowly softening cock. You open your eyes to find his still shut, his face slack and his knees visibly shaking.

“Gyu? Honey?” You speak softly, so as not to startle him. His eyes blink open, full of tears again, and you feel your face break into the fondest smile of all time. You want to pull him close, hold him to you, comfort him, but he’s still got you by the legs and you’re not sure he’s ready to move yet.

“Missed you so much,” He nearly whimpers as he pulls out, a veritable flood following in his wake. “Love you so much.”

“Baby, I love you,” you coo, wiggling in his hold until he releases your knees and lets you clumsily scoot back on the bed, the pillows falling to the floor in the process. You hold your arms out to him, hugging him tight when he climbs onto the bed and curls around you, his legs tangling with yours and his arm cradling your belly.

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” You already felt guilty for not being able to let him touch you like you used to, but seeing him moved to tears by how much he missed you has you reeling.

“Don’t apologize, darlin’, it’s not your fault. You’re doing important work, growing our baby, and I know there are changes that come with that,” He assures you, his hand gently stroking your skin and his eyes raising to yours to make sure you’re alright with his touch.

You smile, tears rising in your own eyes, and cover your hand with his. There are changes that come with this journey, good ones and bad ones, and you wouldn’t trade them for the world. Not when you know that it’ll all be worth it in the end, when you finally get to hold the baby you’ve been nurturing and protecting with your own body. When you finally get to hold the baby you and Mingyu made together, the one that will be the perfect blend of you and him.

You don’t know what they’ll look like, sound like, be like, but you love them already, and you know Mingyu does too.

You nudge him before he can fall asleep, whispering a soft, “Let’s get cleaned up, hm?”

He nods drowsily and peels himself off of you and the bed, reaching for the ceiling to stretch his back and eliciting a sigh from you as you watch his muscles tense. Holding his hands out to you, he waits for you to entwine your fingers with his before carefully pulling you up into a sitting position and helping you shuffle off the bed.

You follow him into the bathroom and stand shivering on the tile as he starts the shower and bundles you up in his arms from behind. You melt into him when he scoops your belly up and holds it for you, easing the constant strain on your back. He sways you lightly, enough so that you start to drift off where you stand.

When steam starts coming from the shower, Mingyu holds a hand under the stream to test the temperature and, finding it just cool enough for him and just hot enough for you, helps you climb in.

He was the one half asleep before but it seems that making love has taken all the energy from you, leaving you to lean against him as he washes you with gentle hands.

“Do you want to take a nap in the guest room before we make dinner?” He asks into your neck, just loud enough for you to hear over the rush of water. You nod, your head lolling forward and back before you just tip back and let yourself rest fully on him. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your hair before shutting the water off and helping you out of the shower.

He takes a fresh towel from the stack in the cabinet and lovingly dries you off, dabbing at your belly and breasts instead of rubbing because he knows the texture of the towel is too much against your skin.

“Want me to carry you?” He swipes at his own body much more roughly before throwing the towel into the hamper.

You hold your arms out and he laughs again, whispering, “You know I can’t carry you like that, baby.” Pouting, you hold onto his neck as he lifts you sideways into his arms and walks you to the guest room, both of you naked as the day you were born.

He lays you down, crawling into bed next to you and murmuring, “Can I keep touching you?”

You turn your head, pressing a kiss to his lips before whispering back, “Yes, Gyu, please keep touching me.”

He grins a sleepy little grin, mumbling an, “I love you, baby,” to you before leaning down to peck the top of your belly and speaking into your skin, “And I love you, baby.”

You won’t cry again, you won’t cry again, you won’t cry again.

“I love you, Mingyu,” You whisper back, tilting your chin down and covering his hand on your belly to breathe, “And I love you, baby.”

There’s a little kick under his hand, you can feel it from the inside and he can feel it from the outside, and you exchange sweet smiles before finally falling into blissful slumber.

AN: and with that, Like a Cowboy is finished!! This will be the final part as i'm not interested in writing kid fics, so i hope it was a good way to close out this couple's story.

This is the one year anniversary of my posting Like A Cowboy, and I can't believe how much myself and this blog have grown since. I've made amazing friends, gotten closer to my best friend, and gotten to know you all. I've spent so many hours writing so many words (over 200k by now) and i can't wait to spend many more hours writing many more words

thank you to all of my followers, old and new, for supporting me and loving my work

thank you to @petrichor-mingi for beta reading this and many other works for me and thank you to @svthub for supporting me and helping me grow!

thank you to @absentcaryatid for leaving my first ever review and convincing me that my writing is worth reading

thank you to @bbychocolat for being my cheerleader and convincing me my work has value 💕

and thank you to @sluttywonwoo for getting me into seventeen and mingyu in the first place, and for getting me to write for fun at all 💖

i love you guys 💖

#seventeen smut #mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #mingyu x female reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu x y/n #mingyu x you #mingyu x reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen fic #seventeen series #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines

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deathbxnny · 9 days

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Ok so can i tell you something? Im in love with the Halovian species from Penacony. Idk why but they just look so pretty and I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM. I WANNA HOW BIBLICALLY MESSED UP THEY ARE BECAUSE THE FAMILY ARE GIVING ME CULT VIBES! I even have 3 halovian OCs that im in the middle of making rn. Im not satisfied with them rn since i wanna wait for more lore about the Halovians.

With that being said, can i request Fontaine men (Neuvillette, Wriothesley, and Lyney) with a Halovian s/o?

Context:

The halovian reader somehow got isekaied from Penacony to the Genshin Impact universe and just suddenly appeared in Fontaine. Do what you will with that small backstory ^_^

Hope you have a good day/night and take care of yourself!

- Flower anon 🌸

Hey there, Flower Anon!! I absolutely relate to the Halovian obsession, and thank you for the great request! I hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Reader is a Halovian, isekai troupe, established relationship, reader has Halovian wings abd a halo, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

》NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette immideatly knew at first sight that you didn't belong to this world. And yet, he treated you like everyone else when you two met. He didn't push you on your past or what you really were, but made sure to protect you from prying eyes or people that may want to harm you due to your rather unique appearance.

He finds your little wings and halo absolutely adorable, even if he doesn't show it often due to not knowing how he should express himself. But he definitely lights up when you allow him to pet/touch them. Neuvillette also doesn't allow anyone to bully or hurt you the same way he did it with the Melusines. He practically makes it law, and who would dare to oppose him anyway?

He finds it comforting to know that both of you have a secret identity you have to hide from the world. One only the other truly and really knows about. It makes him feel less lonely, and he's thankful for that.

》Wriothesley

He becomes suspicious of you at first, hiding his interest behind teasing words and narrowed eyes. But over time, he finds himself becoming rather obsessed with your look and the mystery that lies under the surface. Although it's hard to tell that he feels this way, considering his naturally secretive nature.

With that said, he is obsessed with your little wings. He's always gently pulling on them or fixing up your feathers for you. He won't let anyone look at you weird or bully your appearance either. He thinks you look divine, absolutely adorable. Anyone that disagrees is ofcourse very much wrong.

Wriothesley doesn't pry into your past, mainly because he'd know best how annoying that can be. If you never want to tell him, then so be it. And even when you do one day, he'll be there to support you and reassure you that it doesn't matter anymore down here in the fortress anymore. Life has restarted for the both of you, together.

》LYNEY

Lyney was absolutely fascinated by you at first sight. He couldn't help himself when he asked you too many questions, eyes never leaving your unique features that made his heart beat a little faster. If it wasn't for Lynette forcing him to have some shame, he would've never looked away from you. He definitely called you "angel" ever since your first meeting, and that never changed even after getting together. It felt wrong to him not to call you that.

He fusses over your appearance all the time, mainly over your wings and halo looking perfect. It makes him happy that he's the only one allowed to touch you this way. With that said, however, he knows that you being with him, considering who he belonged to, would end up causing you trouble. He'd protect you with his life though, that's for sure.

He understands if you aren't necessarily willing to share your past with him. He's patient. He'll wait forever for you to tell him, even if you never want to, which is fine too. You'll make enough new memories together to replace unpleasant, old ones. He promises you that.

Alrightttt... I hope this was alright, Flower Anon, and thank you again for the great request!!<33

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin neuvillette x reader #genshin neuvillette #genshin wriothesley x reader #genshin wriothesley #genshin lyney x reader #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin

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lostinforestbound · 15 days

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The fic is going well! I'm on a roll and after I'm done I'll be searching for a Beta-Reader! For now, to tie you all over:

Romantic Zevlor Headcanons

This sad old man is incredibly traditional in the sense of romance. He plans dates to the very hour, brings flowers, cleans himself up nicely, kisses the top of his partners hand and offers his arm as they walk; the perfect man to date! He's also very experienced.

I would say he's not shy about romance, but definitely reserved. He didn't have time for it once he became a Hellrider, it pulled all his focus in. After his oath is broken and he got cast out from Elturel with the other refugees, that also pulled his focus away from even considering a relationship.

When everything is finally calm, he doubts that anyone would even want him in this stage of his life. He's an old, tired man and he made his peace with it. Then his partner comes along and throws him in for a loop! He starts to feel alive again.

He plans dates out strategically, but would not stress out if something doesn't go according to plan. He can easily go with the flow. If his partner is stressed out however, he would give them a kiss on the forehead and say something along the lines of "It is all right, my love. Let us try something else."

Quality time is important to him. His favorites are long walks! The beach, forest, a meadow, some hills, a hike, he loves to get moving! And it's even better with a partner where they can talk about anything and everything while in the privacy of nature. It's wonderful! If his partner prefers to stay home though, he's completely content with sitting by the fire.

His main love language is absolutely acts of service! He loves taking care of his partner and doing things for them. He makes food for them, patches their clothes, and makes sure their things are organized the way they like it. This man also gives some of the best massages!

Gods he loves cuddling. He adores it, actually! After a long day, he looks forward to going to bed with them the most. It calming and honestly helps him sleep much better. He's slept alone a lot, and he missed having another body next to him.

Zevlor has been through quite a bit, so of course he would have nightmares about a multitude of things! Especially regarding his fuck up in the Shadow Cursed Lands. He doesn't quite wake up in a cold sweat since he's used to them, but they still startle him awake sometimes. He's not afraid to ask for help from his partner if nights are a struggle for him.

On that point, he's a fantastic communicator! If anything is bothering him, even if he's embarrassed, he will discuss it with his partner. He personally does not like being kept in the dark about what his partner is feeling, so why would he do that to them? It benefits no one. If his partner needs more time to figure out their words, he will absolutely give it, but there is no hiding anything from him.

His kisses are usually gentle, and he loves holding his partner's face in his hands while doing so! He's incredibly tender in everything he does involving them, but he also loves to tease! When he kisses the top of their hand, he'll kiss up their arm to their neck and eventually their face, littering pecks all over. Bonus points if his partner is ticklish, he enjoys their laughs and giggles as it brings him genuine joy.

If his partner is a tiefling or a tailed dragonborn, he absolutely would link his tail with theirs in a private setting. Usually he prefers to have his tail out of the way, especially in public, but when it's just the two of them he uses his tail pretty freely. This is because he finds tail-holding very intimate.

He doesn't mind public display of affection in other ways though! Hand holding, wayward pecks, sitting close, hugs, he loves it all. Sitting in his lap may get him flustered though, especially if his partner is very forward in their affection! Sometimes he feels as though his heart will give out with how fast it beats (maybe he's too old for this after all).

Zevlor isn't used to being taken care of at all, usually he's the one doing all the caring. When his partner starts doing it his head practically reels in shock, not expecting it to feel so nice. He doesn't outwardly ask for it but brushing his hair and massaging the tension out of his hands is something he adores. His partner always receives a 'thank you' kiss.

He knows how to dance, which can surprise people! Slow dancing is his preferred style, and he'll bring his partner in for a slow sway when they're alone. No music is needed in these intimate moments, his lover is all he wants anyways.

#forest-writes #zevlor #zevlor x tav #zevlor x reader #zevlor bg3 #bg3 zevlor

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totallynotcoffeeturtle · 2 months

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Crochet and Coquette ♡

Masterlist

(From the 6th to 30th April, I am having a mini 100 follower milestone event!)

Tags: fluff Summary: You like to crochet and he (kinda) likes you crocheting

♡ Wanderer doesn’t mind you and your newest hobby, contrary to how he acts. In fact, even if he doesn’t say it out loud, he adores the way you light up whenever you finish a part of whatever you are making.

♡ When you can’t pay as much attention to him because “it’s almost done” and you “don’t want to forget the pattern”, Wanderer is understanding. Very much so. He is totally not staring at you from the opposite side of the room whatsoever.

♡ Wanderer supports you in smaller ways, asking more about crocheting and even tries his hand at it (even if he sucked). He also accompanies you if you need him to help you bring things back from a shopping trip.

♡ One good thing he can name in particular, is that he likes the focused look on your face. Isn’t there that saying about how a person looks the most attractive when they work? He somewhat understands why you are so intent on watching him write his theses now.

♡ One not good thing also comes with you crocheting however. You are way too interested in putting your cutesy creations, such as bows and flowers onto Wanderer. His hair, his clothes and even his hat is not safe in your hands.

♡ Once, he decided to get a shuteye in the living room. A bad decision as he would later find out. You took it upon yourself to adorn his hair with all of the bows, mostly pink mind you, you have made before. Wanderer woke up after a while and left for work before you could stop him. His colleagues were all amused. Good for them since he absolutely was not.

♡ Well, nothing you can’t solve with a set of puppy dog eyes or two♡

♡ After that though, Wanderer does make sure to keep his things out of your reach, sometimes including himself if you are wide awake around him and feeling like a menace to society.

(Extra: if you are good enough with words, wanderer may just allow you to put one (1) bow onto his hair and take a picture)

A/N: almost wrote this as croquette and coquette...

#genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #fluff #x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #gender neutral reader #headcanon #scaramouche x you #scara x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #i swear i'm not a scara simp i just write for my bestie #crochet #pink bows #coquette

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tarotwithavi · 1 year

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10 Random messages for you or about you

Just Random things you don't see about yourself that others adore or find attractive! Or things you don't see coming.

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Piles : 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ,

4 ~ 5 ~ 6

This is a general reading, take what resonates and leave the rest ♡

How to choose a pile?

Take a deep breath and close your eyes and kindly ask your spirit guide to show you the right pile for yourself and the open your eyes. Whichever picture attracts you is the right pile for you. You can also choose more then one picture.

Masterlist × paid services

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Pile 1

I feel like someone here has braces or is thinking about getting them but is scared or insecure that they won't look good? Man just get 'em. They'll make your teeth look fantastic.

People love the way you walk and I don't care if you say that "oh no, I don't even leave my house " . There's just something about the walk.

People love the way you stand up for the people you love and how sassy and sarcastic you can be.

You are the mother of the going aren't you? People absolutely adore seeing you take care of people and act like a mother .

People can see that you are intuitive and probably have some healing abilities.

Try being more athletic, it'll open a new side of you didn't know existed.

Do you juggle things? Like you can catch anything at any distance and that's freaking attractive.

People can clearly notice that wherever you go you bring love and light with yourself.

Some People see you as their good luck charm but not in a bad way or in a way that they want to take advantage of you.

Some people may say that you look like the statue of liberty 🗽 💀

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Pile 2

You have the power to make anyone and everyone obsessed with you. But let me tell you it's can be a curse or a blessing depending on how you use it.

You may have your venus in 9th house or in Sagittarius.

A immature man is obsessed with you. He can be a Capricorn or scorpio or have these is his big three.

You probably have psychic abilities or are interested in learning about the occult.

Some people may get intimidated by your energy the first time they meet you.

White flowers or flowers in general have a great significant in your life especially jasmine .

You can be a leo Or have 8th house / pluto placements.

You'll see a lot of doves when your manifestation is about to come to you.

You should let go of the things that are not in your control or don't serve you. They are just a waste of time.

Your manifestation will come to you when you least expect it or when you will be a taking a new step in your journey.

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Pile 3

Leave that toxic relationship or situation-ship. One you'll leave them a better person will come into your life.

Someone will try to bring you down or lower your confidence. Just show that bitch how capable you are.

I'm seeing a new job offer for you. This may start off as a low paying job but after sometime it'll pay you a huge amount of money.

You love dancing don't you? Why are you doubting then. Learn that dance. Show off your skills. Let yourself be free.

Someone in your life is treating you as a second choice or second option. Leave them. Who doesn't treat you as their first choice don't deserve to have space in your life.

Are you going to travel somewhere? Because I see that you'll meet a very rich and influential person there. They will be your teacher.

One of your wishes is going to fulfill. Be grateful and thank the universe the second you receive it.

Your skin look dehydrated please drink more water.

Someone here has connection with Egypt or Africa. Maybe a past life connection.

If you're thinking about dyeing your hair or getting a tattoo. Just do it but don't be too reckless.

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Pile 4

Someone is sending you an evil eyes or probably using black magic to harm you. Please protect yourself and your place. You should perform a protection spell.

You should seek out information that will help you. Probably research on the topics that spark your interest or ask for help.

Your on the road to success and you'll definitely get all the things you want. Just keep working on it!

Pay attention to your finances and where you spend your money. Don't spend recklessly.

You probably won't like it but pride is getting to your head. Ground yourself before it ruins Everything.

Someone with initials V is going to help you out or might have v in their name.

Wear more green to attract abundance and blue for clarity. Or work with these crystals.

I heard "red isn't bad for you and blue isn't good for you" . This may mean that things you see as danger might not actually be dangerous but things you don't see that way might harm you.

You are going to attract your true soulmate soon. You both are connected.

Use your words and intelligence as your shield. Don't let people fool you around.

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Pile 5

I'm seeing a person with blue eyes coming into your life. This may be a person you knew before but didn't talk to.

I'm getting that you may be accusing someone of the things they didn't do but you think they did it. Or someone may be doing this to you.

People think very highly of you and may see you as someone of high status . This may be why someone people want to take advantage of you.

Don't eat too much deep fried food. It's not good for your health. Eat something healthy.

I'm seeing a new opportunity coming into your life within the next week.

Someone may try to backstab you so be careful of who you tell your secrets to.

I heard "Pest control". Maybe you should clean your house or maybe you should clean your life and remove people who are like pests.

Some of you may be suffering from a severe mental disease. Please seek medical health. I beg you.

Please spend time around a water body like on a beach or near ocean . It may help you. Or maybe just take a long bath.

Don't let those negative thoughts come to you. You are stronger than them.

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Pile 6

If you're thinking of pursuing fashion this is your sign. Or you can just learn to sew. It'll be great!

I'm seeing a suddenly wealth for you. You may be getting an unexpected gift from someone.

If you're not feeling fulfilled with your job you can change it. The things that don't give you happiness have no meaning.

C and M might change in future. But this is not a negative change. They'll change for the better.

Oh my you're overworking yourself right now. Please give your some time to rest or to clean your mind.

But for some of you , you're spending too much time on your phone or on the internet. Get a life kid.

I'm getting that you're going to travel somewhere it can also be an Interenayii travel. It'll be a great experience for you.

You are very privileged. You just don't see it. And you look great in gown and women's clothes. Accept and Express yourself.

Your going to receive a text from someone. This person is very successful in their life . They might even like you but they are controlling.

Spend your money carefully. Because I'm seeing that you might regret later if you don't stop now. Don't go after branded clothes just think about comfort and quality.

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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I love everything you write! Can I request some headcanons for Gun/Goo, crewheads, and the J-Highers? You can choose what you're comfortable writing about

Thanks anon! Just... hc? Ohh this is extremely wide-ranging, I'm panicking. Hope you don't mind if I go for a list with the tiniest sprinkling of hc.

Lookism Boys & Love Languages

Maxed out 2 per person. I feel like I need to explain myself for a few. Some are a vibe, some have an actual reason, some are just bullshit

Giving

Acts of service

Vin Jin: If he likes you, he will be running little errands and doing things for you. He'll grumble and beat himself up for being a simp as he does it, but he does do it.

Jibeom Kwak: Would do anything for his bros, and now that includes you too.

Gun Park: an absolute gentleman. Silently observing and anticipates your needs before you need to ask.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Zack Lee, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Ryuhei Kuroda, Xiaolong

Physical Touch

Xiaolong: once he is used to you, then absolutely physical touch. This guy is so touch starved, when was the last time he even had an embrace where it wasn't riddled with guilt? Will never get over being able to just reach out and place his hand on your leg, or put his arm around his shoulders. Same reason why he likes to receive.

+ Vin Jin, Logan Lee, Ryuhei Kuroda.

Words of Affirmation

Warren Chae: He's so quiet usually, and never has been very vocal with Sally but she also didn't initially return his affections. Canonically, his sentences and speech got better with his confidence so once you're together? Warren really finds his voice and adores showering you in praises and telling you how much he loves you.

Jihan Kwak: Vibe that he is flirtatious as hell, muttering a lot of sweet nothings that will make you blush and your pulse race.

+ NOT Goo Kim: Honeyed words flow from his mouth to anyone and everyone. Don't bank on anything he says holding a grain of truth.

+ NOT Jake Kim: A bit like Goo Kim, a lot of shit runs from his mouth. Sorry Jake. Jokes, pick-up lines, flirtations, puns. You can't take him seriously half the time and he does it with pretty much everyone.

Quality Time

DG/James Lee: Time is extremely limited for this k-pop idol and one-time limb detacher. If he spends time with you, he must really like you.

Hudson Ahn: Very busy man training, keeping an eye on Ansan and his lackeys, eating snakes in the middle of nowhere with Taesoo. Doesn't give up his time and focus for just anyone.

+ Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Vasco Tabasco, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Goo Kim, Eli Jang, Eugene, Sinu Han, Jace Park

Gifts

Jay Hong: Hard one to place, act of service then split between Gifts and Quality Time but Jay likes traditional gift-giving. Also protects and looks after others with his money too. Will literally buy your way out of trouble. Our capitalist king.

Logan Lee: It's canon.

Johan Seong: To be honest, I imagine him a bit like an outdoor cat, going on adventures and bringing you back gifts that he thinks you'll like. A pair of shoes mysteriously in your size and a bit worn, or maybe just a random flower that was pretty. It was totally Eden and Miro that picked it, not him. Stop looking at him like that!

+Goo Kim, Samuel Seo

Receiving

Acts of service

Actions may speak louder than words, but more because these guys have god complexes and loves you doing things for them.

+ Vin Jin, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo

Physical Touch

Vasco Tabasco: once he's over how deviant touching one another is, he doesn't want you to keep your hands off him. He has a limit though, so please keep the touches quite innocent and pure. Hand holding? YES. Pinching his butt? OBSCENE! (but... maybe... that's ok too.)

DG/James Lee and Gun Park: Not ever on the receiving end of tender touches. Moreso that they're not going to let just anyone get their grubby mitts on them. Something as casual as you linking your arm through theirs? It's different. It's unusual. It's... Nice.

+ Johan Seong, Eugene, Jace Park, Warren Chae, Ryuhei Kuroda, Xiaolong, Hudson Ahn

Words of Affirmation

Daniel Park: Hangover from his childhood, where the only compliments are from his mom. Always nice for him to hear clearly and loudly your love for him. Actually praising his looks though, he can take it or leave it.

Jake Kim: As mentioned, he chats so much shit that he sometimes forgets that being on the receiving end of sincere, loving words can really be beautiful. Especially if they're from you. Genuine compliments and praise will make him blush.

Jibeom Kwak: Middle child syndrome for this and quality time love languages. Attention, please.

+ Zack Lee, Vasco Tabasco, Vin Jin, Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Jace Park, Warren Chae

Quality Time

What's there to explain? They can't get enough of you. Even something as simple as sitting side by side, scrolling on your own phones. Just being in your presence is enough.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Zack Lee, Logan Lee, Johan Seong, Jake Kim, Gun Park, Eli Jang, Sinu Han, Ryuhei Kuroda, Jibeom Kwak

Gifts

Goo Kim: Here's a whole little drabble about this. He doesn't need expensive gifts, just tiny small things to show that he's on your mind. Yeah, almost as proof because he's an idiot like that.

Sinu Han: Can't you hear him giggling like a schoolgirl if you handed him a pretty leaf or something?

+ NOT Daniel Park: Jay gave him a wholeass designer wardrobe, and while he was grateful and was clueless about the cost, he didn't seem as fussed as someone who would truly appreciate it as a love language. Finds small things equally nice too.

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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omg! please i want to aks hunting dogs when s/o blows them a kiss, well, just baby tecchou and tachihara cuase someone would not be able to see it...

i had to read this like a million times before it hit me that you were referring to jouno. i thought you were just a fukuchi hater and you meant like he didn't deserve to receive your blown kisses (true)

When you blow them a kiss

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do they react when you blow them a kiss?

♡ cw: Absolutely none!

note: I really don't wanna jinx anything, so I won't talk about how excited I am that my large and inescapable writer's block is seemingly passing. I will simply not say a thing. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

He's a little confused at first ngl. He probably hasn't received treatment like this very much in his lifetime so he kinda just stands there and looks at you like a lost puppy T-T

You have to explain to him what it means. Then he's like 'Ohh...' and then his face just slowly starts turning red lol

If you do it any time from then on he goes along with it (either 'catching' the kiss or returning it), and after a while it just becomes instinct to him

Nobody dares to question him about it. Why would they? He's a Hunting Dog, and his heart is reserved for you only.

If you blew kisses to anyone else he would get super jealous lowkey. Like he might try to hide it but he'd be so bad at it and he'd ask you to reserve it for him because he feels that it's your guys' special thing

If you blew him a kiss while the other Hunting Dogs were around most of them probably wouldn't pay it too much mind. TERUKO on the other hand-

She'd start bullying you guys so bad omg. It'd be like a legit problem she'd mock you so hard she would forget to do her damn job

Overall though? Tecchou loves it, but he's more enamoured with the person blowing the kiss rather than the kiss itself (that's you!)

Tachihara:

He's a member of the strongest military unit in the country. He's a solider. He successfully infiltrated the mafia. He's taken many lives. He's Tachihara freakin' Michizou. And when you blow him a kiss, he is flabbergasted.

I mean fully taken aback. Red faced, wide eyed, eyebrows raised, frozen in surprise. Altogether adorable.

Tachihara acts so suave and charming all the time but when you reciprocate it by blowing a kiss? He honestly gets so shy

If you did it in public, especially around his coworkers (HD or PM), he'd almost have a meltdown. He's so flustered it's insane

He's like 'Don't do that! At least not right now!!' and he pretends that he didn't love it. He wants to maintain his 'badass gangster' image even though in reality he's so soft and goofy

Tachihara would one HUNDRED percent start doing it to you. He'd try so hard to get you to react the same way he did the first time. If he succeeds he acts like such a smug bastard, but if he doesn't he will never stop trying

You and he will always do it in private though. I mean he'd prefer to just...kiss you, but if for any reason he can't, blowing him a kiss will suffice

It may or may not become a regular thing. Either that or he'll forever do his best to one-up you and fluster you. Both outcomes involve affection from Tachihara so it's a win-win, really.

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

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00belle00lovely00 · 3 months

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Well if you also have more ships headcanons, so you also have Bobby x CatNap Headcanons?

G A S P

OH MAH GAWD IM GETTING SO MANY GOOD ONES-

ALRIGHT, I got you bestie! 🫶

💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️

ALR. I WILL SAY IT. THIS SHIP SHOULD BE LITERALLY NAMED CUDDLES. DON'T ARGUE WITH ME, YA'LL KNOW IT.

Quiet sleepyhead/introvert x lovely and mushy extrovert

Catnap isn't one to go out of his house much. It is either to lay down on a tree and sleep the day away or lay down on any surface that he finds. So, he is quite fond of Bobby because she's the only one who wouldn't complain about his sleeping habits. I mean, sure, she gets quite down whenever Catnap doesn't come along to the group for something fun, but unlike people like Dogday, Kickin, or Hoppy, she would actually encourage his need for sleep as she is aware he does it for his own self-love (in some strange way).

Catnap would TOTALLY randomly slump onto the floor on purpose and act passed out for Bobby to get worried and carry him into his bed. Why, do you ask? Because she ALWAYS. And I mean, ANYWAYS give a forehead kiss before going. Earning a purr from the cat.

They are all on with PDAs. ALL the time. Every second of it. But that's just because Bobby is the one to start it and Catnap is the one to just melt into it.

She'd be pinching on his cheeks like an aunt coming to see you.

Their date? Laying on a beanbag. That's- that's it. That's all they need. A scenario you say? Well...

Craftycorn: "Um... hey Bobby? Everyone's asking where you are, we were supposed to be at Dogday's house to... oh!"

Bobby: "CrAaAaaFtYYyY... *SNIFF*... THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE... I CAN'T ESCAPE THIS... LOVELY... ADORABLE... PRISON!" *Bobby sobbed as she laid on a beanbag, Catnap lying down on her lap.

Bobby would be sending flower bouquets DAILY for Catnap. Charmingly enough it being lavender and rose buds.

Smooches on the kitty!💜❤️ mwa! mwa! mwa! SMOOCH!

Catnap was always very laidback in many times. Tired much, soft-spoken, never really got anybody or anything for that matter. But often times he would get a bit pissy about how Bobby's mushy attitude is to everyone around them. He may not be a jealous typo, not at all, but he can feel a bit detached from Bobby's love from seeing her much more active than he is. So whenever THAT happens, he gives her the ice treatment. And oh boy, ain't that TORTURE for Bobby. The ONE girl who adores hugging and loving others more than anything else in the world is being given the cold shoulder is something worth weeping for. So whenever that happens, Catnap quickly regrets it and makes it up to her by spending the night with her.

Not surprisingly enough, I always headcanon Bobby having attachment issues (which would explain the last headcanon) so whenever she is also she sends as many love letters to Catnap as she can, even though half of the time is given back due to Catnap not being good with words, it eases her to know he is at least reading it

Bobby would pretty much spoil Catnap ROTTEN! In exchange? Catnap would probs call her "little Rosie". Now, you can imagine her kicking her feet, squirming and going absolutely NUTS for that small compliment.

They both like cuddling a lot, while also watching old Disney movies.

EXTRA:

DogDay: "Catnap? Caaatnaaap? Jeez! Where is he at? I can't find him anywhere!"

Bobby: "Let me handle this, 'Day!" *Bobby stepped in, taking a deep breath before kneeling down and making a gesture with her fingers* "pspspspspspsppspspspspsppsspspsp"

*Instantly, Catnap appears.*

Kickin: "... that's disgustingly corny" Kickin added.

Bobby: "Oh, hush" *she turned to look at Kickin while scratching the back of Catnap's ear* "We all have quirks here and there, that is just what makes you the loveliest you can be"

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #catnap #smiling critters #poppy playtime 3 #bobby bearhug #bobby bearhug x catnap #my headcanons #headcanon #headcannons #STOP UNDERRATED SHIPS #They're so mushy #so corny i love it

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rollinouttahere-writes · 6 months

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Reading Little Lucky AU while being on Thriller Bark has me rolling just imagining a small child running around. One who's seen enough crazy stuff go down to maybe not even think zombies or talking skeletons are that scary in the first place. Either that or she acclimates pretty quickly since everyone (+ I imagine she'd be with the main party rather than Nami/Usopp/and Chopper?) who's not freaking out over everything is with her.

If she were to somehow get caught (the group is rampaging even worse than before) Perona finding them the cutest thing ever. Then getting absolutely offended when her silly laugh gets called out. I imagine Moria only laughs more if she does the same to him. while Hogback (if Lucky calls it out in a nicer way like saying she likes their laughs because they're silly) asks Chindry why she can't be more like that only to get the meanest comment yet and Lucky is like, "that's not nice 😡" and it suddenly becomes a fight between Perona and Hogback on who gets the shadow. Perona may have been offended, but she's freaking adorable and Hogback needs at least one person who'll be nice to him in the mansion lmao. The only reason I could see absalom wanting the shadow is to maybe try distracting Lola from actively chasing him with the idea of a child but I also don't think he'd want to add fuel that that fire so he'd maybe make a gross comment about when she's older but, like in your Strays AU post, Perona would kick his ass for it.

I almost wonder if Moria might be hesitant to take a kid's, especially such a small ones, shadow. Doesn't seem like it'd make a very useful underling and honestly, it's not the most boring thing in the world having a kid around (Moria taking care of and playing with a young Perona makes my heart melt it's so cute) and the others can always take care of anything he's too lazy to. Plus, if she ever starts whining about missing her old crew, they can just round up the zombies with their shadows, kid probably won't know the difference. So... yea. Not like she can cause much of any harm anyway.

And suddenly, Lucky has control over her own little zombie hoard that aren't exactly top fighters but will at least keep her away from the Srawhats. Honestly, the zombies hoard at her beck and command is probably the only reason she isn't actively demanding the Strawhats shadows back 24/7. It's like a bunch of new friends to play with and Perona lets her play with her cute zombies and throws a pretty sweet tea party, so at least she's safe?

I also love Kaku kidnapping her while being like, "I may commit terrible atrocities, but this is clearly child endangerment." Peak content 😂

I haven't finished that arc yet, but I have a couple of ideas rolling around for it

I also am leaning towards her being in the main party, great minds think alike I suppose. When Lucky doesn't know how to react to something, her first go to is to see how Luffy is reacting and go from there, so she's honestly having a great old time. If Luffy isn't scared, she won't be either.

Perona absolutely snatches her up. She loves cute things, and the second that Little Lucky calls one of her ghosts cute, she's making plans to go get her.

I'm imagining this interaction between Perona and Moria where she strolls in and asks where he keeps all of her old clothing from when she was a kid. He asks why she could possibly want any of that stuff now, and she just holds up Little Lucky like 'I found this baby and I'm keeping her'. Moria recalls how he got Perona and nods. That is how children are typically acquired in his experience. The clothes are in that closet over there, have fun you two!

I am going to give Absalom a tiny bit of credit and say that I don't think he would make a pass at a four year old, but he may approach her to ask if she wants to be the flower girl at his and Nami's wedding. Perona would reluctantly agree to this because he has a point, she would make an adorable flower girl.

Little Lucky is demanding to know why Nami didn't tell her she was getting married, and Nami has to find a child-friendly way to explain that she is here against her will. Sanji comes in and has to take a couple of minutes to take pictures of Little Lucky in her flower girl dress before getting down to business and beating the shit out of Absalom.

I think it would be funny to let Little Lucky have an all around fun time in Thriller Bark to contrast how shitty it goes for adult Lucky in Lucky Break.

And yes, Kaku may be an assassin, but he has standards lmao

#lucky break #little lucky au #sleepyone2three

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ofmermaidstories · 16 days

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Hi! I hope you're doing well!

I'm new here. (Well to your tumblr and twitter accounts). And I just wanted to, like, tell you I enjoy your writing.

I literally binge-read your Surrender (whenever you're ready) and Something (just like this) fanfics in two and a half nights. I have never, absolutely ever, in all my years reading fanfiction, actually reading fiction at all, read such gorgeous stories. The way you write both Izuku and Bakugou - Bakugou especially and his relationship with Weeds(which still has me squealing days after) - has me on a chokehold. And the whole plot for both is so- well-written and moving and just sweet. (I ADORE Haruto and Hitomu+Yua from their respective fanfictions alot too).

(This also led to me binging all your other fanfictions😊😅<3)

I have so so many emotions about it, good ones, but my hands get stuck and I don't know how to type them out. But...

You're literally a blessing. And I checked your account (which I hope doesn't come as creepy 😿) and you're such a sweet person too. Like I'm in love. (as a friendly term 😊)

I hope you're staying hydrated, happy and healthy, and enjoying yourself right now!

(Coming from a relatively new person, I really hope I haven't weirded you out! You're pretty free to ignore my ask or anything if that's the case!><)

Lady, hello. 🥺 Thank-you for popping in and saying hi!!!! It’s not creepy at all; it’s why I keep the tumblr, actually, because I think some people find it easier to say hello more casually than like, commenting via AO3. Well, that and being able to post about My Hero whenever the mood strikes me, lmao.

I’m so gratified to hear you like the kids, though, espeically. 🥺 I like thinking of them like… existing in the world Hori’s built, crossing paths without knowing it, lmao. Hitomu walking past Weed’s flower shop while out with Miki, or on the search for a specific comic or something. Yua and Haurto seeing the same trauma counsellor, in some non-descript office in a part of the city they’d never otherwise be in. I know I’m answering this a little late, but did you know that yesterday—May the 5th—was Children’s Day in Japan? On the tail end of Golden Week. 🎏✨🥹 Kids in parks and temples everywhere, bright carp kites/flags… I like imagining the festivities being patrolled by brightly-coloured superheroes, like Deku, who’s just so grateful he can be there. Bakugou, who gets accosted by kids with paper hats made in his colours, or something. Haru playing with other kids in a park while Weeds sits on a bench as Akane gossips and her daughter tells her to stop, LOL. Yuachan with her parents, her mum holding her hand tightly as they move through the crowds. 🥺 Hitomu and Miki are out with Miki’s friends, looking at comics or shopping on some bright street while they argue about the latest boy band Miki likes, LOL. And Scribbles is half a city away, sitting in the studio with the door open for the spring sunshine, waiting for Deku’s patrol to end.

You’re so sweet, Lady. 🥺 I kept ahold of this ask longer than I should’ve because it felt like a token. 🥹 Warding off the wobbles. Thank-you for saying such lovely things about the fics. 🥺😭💖 It’s always a welcome reminder that they find their way to the people that want them. 🥹 I hope your weekend was gentle. 🌷🌾🎐

#ofmermaidstories-asks #it’s monday for me today and it’s so bright and warm outside!!#in another life — series

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emeraldelysian · 2 years

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Stray Kids ✧ Their S/O Gives Them Flowers

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Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: How Stray Kids would react to their s/o bringing them flowers after their concert

Wordcount: 1.1K+

Warnings: None that I know of!

Note: I had surgery a few days ago so I'm sorry if there's a lack of longer content in the upcoming week or two but I'll try to get back to the longer posts soon!

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

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.·:*¨༺ Bang Chan ༻¨*:·.

Pink Roses ➵ Gratitude, Admiration, Grace, Comfort, Joy Pink Gerbera Daises ➵ Purity, Innocence, Loyal Love Pink Oriental Lillies ➵ Healing, Romance White Snapdragons ➵ Purity, Innocence, Grace, Good Magic Lavender Stock ➵ Devotion, Serenity, Calmness

He'd be so surprised if you got him flowers.

Oftentimes, he's so busy taking care of the other members that he forgets to appreciate himself.

So you congratulating him on the performance and getting him flowers would make him overjoyed.

He'd take the bouquet before hugging you tightly, swaying with you while thanking you repeatedly for coming to support him.

Would then freak out that the flowers may die and begin frantically looking for some vase to put them in

Has kept everything you’ve ever given him, so you better believe he’s keeping a jar of the dried flowers.

.·:*¨༺ Lee Know ༻¨*:·.

White Roses ➵ Purity, Young Love, Loyalty White Carnations ➵ Purity, Sweetness Lavender Alstroemeria ➵ Beauty, Elegance, Gracefulness Lavender Stock ➵ Devotion, Serenity, Calmness Baby’s Breath ➵ Everlasting Love

He'd be so flustered over the flowers.

Don't get him wrong, he's absolutely grateful for them but he's never received flowers before and doesn't know what to do with them exactly.

He'd also be a little bit suspicious of them, honestly.

"Why did you give him the flowers?"

"Was his performance not that great and you were trying to soften the blow?"

"Did you do something wrong and want to apologize beforehand so that he wouldn't be mad?"

After some reassurance from you though, he'd go from questioning the bouquet to trying to hide a smile at the thought of your loving gesture.

.·:*¨༺ Seo Changbin ༻¨*:·.

Hot Pink Roses ➵ Appreciation, Gratitude, Recognition Purple Carnations ➵ Calmness, Introspection, Impulsive Hot Pink Mini Carnations ➵ Fondness, Gratitude, Admiration Yellow Daisy Poms ➵ Happiness, Hope, Luck Purple Alstroemeria ➵ Beauty, Elegance, Gracefulness

Would be speechless as he glances back and forth between you and the bouquet in your hand.

It was such a colorful bouquet as well, so he was mesmerized by the variety in the bouquet.

Forgets to even respond to you for them, too touched to form actual words and instead resorting to a softly smiling at the bouquet.

It's only when he feels the brush of your hand against his cheek as you congratulate him that he's able to whisper out a small "thank you."

One of the few people to ask if there's a deeper meaning for each of the flowers in the bouquet after he composes himself - which won't be for a while.

.·:*¨༺ Hwang Hyunjin ༻¨*:·.

Peach Roses ➵ Sincerity, Genuineness, Gratitude Blue Delphinium ➵ Dignity, Gracefulness, Divinity Lime Green Carnations ➵ Health, Resilience, Good Fortune White Daisy Poms ➵ Innocence, Purity, New Beginnings Monte Casino ➵ Patience, Elegance, Remembrance

He would waste no time, leaning in to kiss you as soon as he sees you.

And to think he couldn't fall more in love with you than he already did.

It's only after that when he'd realize the flower bouquet in your hand.

They were a much softer color palette than he's gotten you before, with him usually sticking to deep reds.

He’d be totally smitten over your gesture, almost on the verge of crying.

He adores all sorts of romantic gestures, but it never crossed his mind that you’d bring flowers for him.

Considering it's after a performance, he may just collapse onto you after being given the flowers because you're his comfort zone.

.·:*¨༺ Han Jisung ༻¨*:·.

White Roses ➵ Purity, Young Love, Loyalty White Carnations ➵ Purity, Sweetness White Alstroemeria ➵ Love, Strength, Support Blue Delphinium ➵ Dignity, Gracefulness, Divinity Baby’s Breath ➵ Everlasting Love

You thought you could get away with getting him this pretty bouquet? Think again.

Tries to cover up his shyness over the flowers by noting how accurate the blue is to his hair.

Cutely shows whoever passes you two what you had gotten him.

In his head though, he'd turn your loving gesture into a competition after the performance.

This man is about to pull every romantic gesture in the book, getting you an even bigger bouquet the next day.

You then try to compete by dropping off lunch at their next practice? He is on his way over that night with a three-course meal.

.·:*¨༺ Lee Felix ༻¨*:·.

Orange Roses ➵ Passion, Desire, Admiration, Strength, Hope Orange Alstroemeria ➵ Positivity, Passion White Carnations ➵ Purity, Sweetness White Stock ➵ Honesty, Purity, Perfection Baby’s Breath ➵ Everlasting Love

Will not stop talking about how beautiful the bouquet is

He's another member that would be one of the few to ask the meaning of each flower, wanting to know why you'd picked the ones you did.

Do you know the core memories from Inside Out? Well, you just made another one for him.

He looks at you with such love and adoration, wanting to hear everything you thought about the performance, both good and bad, even though it's never the latter.

Would probably then bring you over to the rest of the members so you could congratulate them as well because he couldn't have done it without them.

.·:*¨༺ Kim Seungmin ༻¨*:·.

Red Roses ➵ Romance, Love, Beauty, Courage Pink Roses ➵ Gratitude, Admiration, Grace, Comfort, Joy Stargazer Lillies ➵ Romance, Wealth, Prosperity, Ambition, Gratitude Purple Limonium ➵ Success, Beauty, Remembrance, Fond Memories

Would be unsure how to express his feelings even though his heart is soaring at the thought of you getting him a gift.

He has always wanted to receive flowers, actually, but it's never happened.

He also really loves that you put a twist on the traditional red roses, thinking it was a perfect example of how your relationship wasn't really normal with his job, but you both loved each other just the same.

Would love to hear about what you thought about his performance and if it had moved you; your opinion on how he performs matters a lot to him.

Will proceed to never let go of the bouquet as if it's now a part of the outfit.

.·:*¨༺ Yang Jeongin ༻¨*:·.

Yellow Roses ➵ Joy, Peace, Friendship, Warmth Yellow Alstroemeria ➵ Joy, Happiness, Optimism White Carnations ➵ Purity, Sweetness White Stock ➵ Honesty, Purity, Perfection

He would've never expected to like a yellow bouquet as much as he did, radiating the warmth and joy that he really needed after the performance.

He would half-jokingly ask if you'd gotten him flowers because they were on sale today.

Some part of him believes he doesn't deserve them, because he's harsh on himself for his performances.

Would probably also panic because he thinks he missed an anniversary or something important that day

It takes him a while to register that you'd gotten the flowers for him for his performance.

"They're so pretty, I don't know if I can accept them."

Please get him flowers more often though, he really loves them.

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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The first time Princess sleeps at Joe's place: he buys a calming air freshener and those dryer balls to make his sheets as soft as possible so that she sleeps well and stays again, texts her reminders of what to pack, closely watches her night routine in case he gets the opportunity to assist in the future, holds her jaw (and does that thumb rub) to apply her lip balm, and has her stuffy give her a cheek kiss goodnight. He stays up for a bit after she falls asleep, propped up on an elbow and stroking her cheek, to look at her in his bed (but in a not creepy way); it took her a while to fall asleep because she kept shifting to get even closer to him and stealing one last look at her pretty boy.

Hii babes!! So I absolutely love this and I hope you enjoy these conversations between Joe and Princess!🥹💖

-find all things Joe and his Princess here✨

-also the first one is based on my Polar Bear named Frank because all hell will be raised if he touches the floor😂 don’t ask why I’m just weird about him touching the floor🙈✨

Tag List: @rach5ive

*Joe just wants you to be comfortable so you’ll want to stay over again*

“Did you pack your stuffy my darling?” “I did, you only sent me about five texts reminding me not to forget him.” “I just know you can’t sleep without him so I didn’t want to risk you forgetting him and not being able to sleep well…is that him then?” “Yes…this is Brucey the Bear and he can’t touch the floor or…I will freak out.” “Oh right okay…nice to meet you Brucey…no pressure.”

“Is that lavender?…oh my god how are your sheets so soft?” “Yes I got a little uhm diffuser thing like the one you have at your place…I just use fabric softener and those dryer ball things.” “I’m never leaving this bed…really it’s so comfortable and soft…did you really get a diffuser just for me?” “I just wanted you to be comfortable love that’s all.” “Well you’ve accomplished that goal lovey.”

“So you do your serums first then…what?” “Oh then it’s my face and eye cream…why are you watching me like that?” “Just taking mental notes baby…just in case I have to do this for you one day.” “You’d do my skin care for me?” “Of course…so what’s the last step?” “Uh it’s just my lip balm.” “May I?” “Sure…oh your hands are soft have you been using that lotion I gave you?” “I have…how’s that? Or do you need more?” “It’s perfect…can we go snuggle now?”

“All nice and cozy Princess?” “I forgot my fuzzy socks…” “that’s okay baby I have a few pairs…I picked them out so you’d have some here just in case…so white with purple flowers or white with pink hearts?” “Ohh hearts please lovey…oh these are so soft I love them.” “I’m glad…left foot please sweetheart…good girl…okay now are you all nice and cozy and ready for bed?” “Yes…I just need my boyfriend to come snuggle with me and I’ll be ready for bed.” “Comfy?…do you need anything?” “I’m good…what about you? Do you need anything?” “I’ve got everything I need right here.”

“Love? Are you asleep?” “No…m’not sleep yet.” “Right…sweet dreams baby…Brucey and I will just be watching over you.” “Love you…lovey.” “I love you too darling….she’s quite adorable when she’s asleep isn’t she Brucey?…..right I’m talking to a teddy bear…”

#Joseph Quinn x princess #Joseph Quinn x spoiled reader #Joseph Quinn series #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fluff #jospeh quinn rpf #Joseph Quinn #my little british baby #Princess conversations

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periwnklblu · 2 years

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Haikyuu & random wedding day head cannons

featuring: Akaashi, Suna and Hinata

contains: no pronouns used, fluff and of course marriage and weddings.

i know i am technically not supposed to be writing atm but this came to my head and here i am now. feedback is appreciated! p.s i can't stop thinking about bokuto and how supportive of a best man he'd be

Akaashi:

It would be at a beautifully grand library. A stately room with tall shelves of books, string lights connecting column to column. Honestly goals.

A small guest list with only those close to you both.

Navy blue, light pink, white and gold accents, everywhere from the table arrangements to the bouquet in your hand

Since he didn’t spend the night with you (your families adamant on keeping wedding traditions), he wasn’t very well rested the morning of. After all, he slept best with you in his arms. Nevertheless, the sheer intensity of nervousness and excitement was enough to keep him energized throughout the day

Definitely got a pep talk from Bokuto at some point before the wedding. Akaashi probably started spiraling about not being a good enough husband, but leave it to Best Man Bokuto to reassure him that he will be an amazing husband.

His jaw actually dropped when he saw you come down the aisle. The photographer definitely took photos of Akaashi’s unusually shocked expression.

When it’s time to kiss, he kisses you softly, but still filled with passion.

Can’t stop smiling the rest of the night, and if he has too many glasses of champagne, you might have a hard time getting him to stop repeating “I can’t believe we’re married!” all night long.

bonus! he ends the night dancing with you alone. everyone leaves the hall, and it's just you, him and your song playing loudly as you sway together with grins painted on your faces.

Suna

You two elope instead.

At the beginning, there were plans of having a formal wedding, for all your loved ones to come and celebrate with you. But with the cherry blossoms in bloom and Suna just eager to marry you already, you both decide fuck it, lets get married now.

There’s an adrenaline rush in hurriedly looking for appropriate clothes to wear and a wedding band to give you. In the end, he doesn't find one that's good enough for you on such a short notice. Promises you to get a perfect band afterwards but for now, he’s making a quick pit stop at the convenience store to buy you a ring pop.

You both get eloped in a secluded cherry blossom forest where the flowers are in full bloom. Just each other and the officiator.

Suna prefers the intimacy of getting eloped. Without having to worry of others looking, Suna was able to be vulnerable when he’s saying his vows to you. And when it was time for the kiss, he felt free to just go off. I’m talking borderline making out.

You both have a mini photo shoot afterwards with his phone propped up a tree or something. They may not have been professional ones but they’re the best photos he’s ever taken.

You both end the night at a tattoo parlor, getting a single band wrapped around the left ring finger.

Bonus! When it’s his turn to get the tattoo, you’re just watching from the sidelines, absentmindedly eating away at your ring pop. Suna teases you for eating your wedding band, but really he finds you absolutely adorable. If it weren’t for the painful buzzing of the tattoo gun, he’d definitely take an off guard picture of you.

Another bonus! Both of your families are absolutely pissed you got married without telling anybody. So are some of y’alls friends too (I particularly see Atsumu throwing a tantrum at not getting to be the best man, and Ssamu asking why he ever thought he would be the best man to begin with. A fight definitely ensues). But neither of you particularly care, because it really only mattered that you both got to finally marry each other.

Hinata

Definitely a big wedding. I’m sorry if that’s not really your thing, but he just has so many friends and wants to celebrate this happy day with all of them.

The ceremony is done on the beach, at sunset. The sun is out enough to lay a beautiful glow over everybody, especially you, without it being scorching hot.

Hinata wakes up smiling, and ends the night with a smile that’s somehow even bigger.

Vibrant colors for the theme. I'm thinking purples, pinks, blues, and oranges.

Starts off confident when reciting his vows, but chokes up towards the end. With tears brimming his eyes and a smile on his face, he ends his vows with a soft i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

Everybody is definitely crying btw

Kisses you grandly. Does not care that your families are watching, he will kiss you deeply and dip you at the end of it.

When it’s time for the reception, night has fallen. The reception also happens on the beach, a little away from where the ceremony was at.

Candle lights and string lights to illuminate the reception, gorgeous decorations and of course the sound of the waves crashing. Although there may be a lot of people, it’s still a beautifully romantic reception.

Bonus! Hinata’s sister gives a speech that starts off embarrassing Hinata, but at the end congratulates you both and hopes you take care of her clumsy big brother for the rest of time.

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Petal and The Baby's Breath - Steve Rogers

Summary: For Week 4 of @the-slumberparty's Across The Universe Challenge I came up with Florist!Steve and Tattoo Artist!Bucky now I couldn't pick between either one so I've created an AU for the two of them with separate nicknamed female!readers. It's going to be Steve x Petal and Bucky x Cupcake. This is the second part of the multipart AU called Stencils, Bouquets & Icing.

A.N.: A big thank you to Navy and Roo for inspiring me to come up with an unexplored by me AU 💖💖💖💖💖

Warnings: fluff, some innuendos, slight angst, feels

Word Count: 2.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing AU Masterlist || Main Masterlist

The neon sign flickers in the peripheral. Then stabilises, it reads ‘open’ with the O being shaped into a flower petal.

Steve smiles at the sign, he absolutely adored it. The keys jiggle when he places them back against his hip. Scent of flowers greet him on his way to the cash register.

Setting up for the day before he grabs the bucket and mop to clean up. A few appointments scheduled and three pickups.

It would be comical at some point seeing a man of his structure, tall and muscled working on flowers. After the years he’s had Steve admires how delicate he can be with his calloused hands.

The workstation is prepped and he brings in the flowers for the first heart shaped box arrangement. Lilies and daisies were requested. Along with a a scanned handwritten note placed onto the box.

Steve’s humming is interrupted by the bell.

“I'm along the aisle with the pink flowers at the front!” He calls out not looking away from the placement.

Footsteps traverse along then a throat clears, his eyes meet ones that are trained on the box. You look up at him. His breath catches in the slightest.

A smile takes over his features but you don’t reciprocate but his doesn’t falter.

“Hi.” He greets.

“Are you, Steve?” You ask, gesturing towards him.

He watches your sleeve ride up and lines start at your wrist moving upwards, “I am, yeah.”

“Bucky Barnes sent me. He wants his arrangement?” You inform and he nods, humming as he moves to the side out of view behind the floral divider.

A few things move around, Steve’s hidden behind a large arrangement of sunflowers and baby’s breath.

“Will you be able to carry it? It's a glass vase. I told the punk to come and collect it himself.” He lowers it meeting your eyes yet again, it fascinates him how even amongst the dominant colour of them he finds specs of lighter shades. He has the sunlight to thank for that.

You stare at the man, well Steve. You didn’t expect him to be this beefy man surrounded by flowers. Nor did you expect him to radiate sunshine that he’s surrounded with from the windows.

When Steve frowns, your thoughts halt, why is the smile gone?

“Oh um, I just have to take it to the tattoo shop. He said he was running late and you may have to go for some on-site thing? I don’t know… seemed very preoccupied.” You reason, shrugging, reaching for the vase.

Steve’s hands are brushed by yours as the exchange happens. You take a deep inhale feeling the full weight.

“The shops just down the road, I can—,”

“No, I can do it. Shop has automated doors and Dum Dum’s inside and yeah.” You cut him off.

Steve purses his lips but then offers you a smile yet again, how the fuck is the room brightening the fuck up?

Your heart beats rapidly when he steps closer, something tells you it's not just because of the heavy vase.

“Alright well, I’ll open my door, it's not automated.” Steve wants to smack himself. Of Course you know that. You entered the shop.

“Thanks.” You nod, turning around and trying not to drop the arrangement.

“You’re the new apprentice, right?” He asks, as he opens the door.

You carefully step down, but your footing falters, Steve’s arm wraps around your waist. He steadies you.

“Y-yeah. Thanks um, for yeah.” You stammer out.

“No worries, you sure you can carry it, petal?”

“My name isn’t, I’m Y/N—,” You pause when he looks at your head.

“No, I um,” he reaches forth and plucks out the sunflower petal from the top of your head.

“Right.” You nod, swallowing. You turn trying to speed walk back to the safety of the tattoo shop.

Steve watches as you cross the abandoned shop between his and Bucky’s units. Till you head into the shop. He turns, heading back to the heart shaped bouquet he had to finish in an hour.

He makes a mental note to pop by Bucky’s a little more often than he usually does, preferably when the brunette is off to his daily fixing of cake and coffee.

Bucky walks over to you after a few days empty vase in hand.

You raise a brow.

“Steve will come by later to collect it, I have the back tattoo client so I won’t be out.”

“Did she like it?” You enquire while setting the newer designed vase to the floor so it doesn’t get knocked over.

Bucky grins, then bites his lip as if to stop his happiness.

On instint your eyes move towards the window that harboured the view to Cherry On Icing, “You have it bad, Boss.”

He only dreamily sighs in response, “She loved them.”

“He does, if only he would spit it out to her.” Dum Dum agrees from his station.

Bucky shakes his head, “Old man you still look at your wife with the same loved up look from the wedding photograph. What are you teasing me for?”

“What can I say? She’s still the fierce and stunning lady I fell in love with in my younger days.” He turns and regards you with a look that has you flounder.

“Your generation doesn’t want to speak up at all about the way they feel. Just pine pine pine.” He continues to grumble.

You look away, fingers drumming along the edge of the counter. Your gaze moves to Bucky. He looks down at his palms, gloves on.

“Sometimes all we can do is pine.” He mutters before heading into the back area.

A few hours later you look up from the design you were sketching for an upcoming consultation just as Steve beams at you from outside.

“Hey,” Steve finds himself happier seeing you, he hadn’t seen you in a few days and a part of him missed you.

“Hi.” You look back down at the sketch.

“That looks good.” He praises.

“It’s just a rough sketch…” you shrug off the praise.

He hums in disapproval, you frown.

“It doesn’t seem to be just a rough sketch.” He adds after noticing your expression.

“I really want him to like my work, he’s one of few artists who I actually look up to.” You look at Steve, his smile is now softer and more fond for his best friend.

“It took him hard work and practice to get where he is, I’m sure if you have a similar approach towards being a hardworking person, you will succeed.”

You ponder over his words, raising your non-dominant hand’s sleeve. Pointing out to a small tattoo of a wave inspired by Katsushika Hokusai's Under the Wave off Kanagawa.

Then you take it higher to show him a similar tattoo that is much more refined than it’s former one, near perfect and the shading work is incredible.

“I kept the first one too, even if it's shit. Always remember where I started from and this one reminds me of what I can do.” You roll the sleeve down.

Steve nods, “You’re on the right track, Petal. Maybe one day you can ink me as well.”

“You have tattoos?” The words leave your mouth with breathless curiosity. He looks around in search and you recall the vase.

You bend to retrieve it, Steve smiles yet again.

“I do. Several by Bucky, Dum Dum and a few collected during travel.” He chuckles when you stare at him, “What the florist can’t have a tattoo? You wound me Petal.”

The brightness in his eyes tells you he’s only teasing. You shake your head and roll your eyes at him.

“Well, I’ll be on my way.” He taps the vase and turns away.

“Bye Steve.” You look back down at the iPad, opening a new blank page to sketch upon. Something about the conversation sparked your creative flow. Maybe you could design something inspired by Steve.

You wouldn’t share it, maybe just keep it tucked away, label it as Sunshine Man or something in relation to the brightness he brings in whenever he’s around you.

“You know what?” You look up at him, his blond hair ruffles slightly in the wind as he stands between the door.

“What?” You ask, ideas spinning in your mind as his neckline dips to the side and you catch the smidge unfamiliar ink on his chest.

Steve shakes his head; wondering if he’d come off too strong. He needs to give it time, maybe allow you to know each other better.

“I’ll ask you soon enough.” He waves at you, you do the same as he walks the path back to his shop.

“Punk.”

“Jerk.”

“Idiot.”

“Stupid.”

“Do they always greet each other this way?” You ask Dum Dum. He nods, looking back at the stencil he was sketching.

You look down at your own design, it has been almost a month into being here. You learned alot from Bucky and saw Steve almost daily. He always would make it a point to greet you and smile at you. Today seemed no different as he made his way to your station.

Small conversations, always complimenting your work.

Your craft was growing, hands steadier but there were still ways to go, currently you were working on a design to add to your own sleeve that Bucky would ink onto you.

You wondered why amongst your mostly geometric preference florals began to bloom?

The answer was closer than you had believed,

“Hi, Petal.” He grins, much to your chagrin the nickname stuck around.

Your eyes lift to his baby blues and then to the tip of his ear. Standing up you reach for the tiny floret of baby’s breath stuck near his ear.

A flush spreads across his cheeks as he sputters out a thank you. You twirl the flower between your thumb and index finger, the design completing itself in your mind.

“Should I start calling you baby’s breath?” You tease, a half smile dancing on your lips.

“Is that a smile I finally earned?” Steve knows his cheeks are red and your smile only warms his chest further.

You laugh, “Only if I get to call you with a floral nickname.”

“It's a bit of a mouthful.” He comments.

“I prefer to have my mouth full.” You reply and Steve stares at you.

The entire scenario in his mind shifts, from absolute softness to absolute filth. He leans against the workstation, then further, lips close to your ear.

“Careful what you ask for Petal, may not be able to take it all.” Steve hears your breathing falter, he smugly grins, “But then again, I think you will take it all won’t you like a good girl?”

His palm slides forward across your station, you look at his palm, he had placed it upon the cleaning rag that was still sort of wet and now gliding him forward. Shit.

“Uh oh.” Steve loses his balance, taking you down with him, but he turns you in time to land on top of him.

You groan as your forehead smacks against his cheekbone. He hisses.

Dum Dum and Bucky peer over the counter.

“You alright there?” Your boss enquires and you rub your forehead.

“Yeah I guess, um.” You look at Steve to make sure he’s okay.

“Yep, alright.” He smiles at you then winces, “Okay my cheek hurts.”

“Sorry.” You mumble, carefully moving and he sits up with you.

With the softest of touches you inspect the blooming redness, “Wait here.” You instruct him, with a pointed look and your index finger touching his jaw.

“Petal—,” his protest dies when you pretend to cover your ears and walk away to the kitchenette area.

Bucky chuckles and Steve shoots him a glare.

Dum Dum rolls his eyes, “Just ask her, you oaf.” He chastises and Steve finds that his palms are very interesting. The older man shakes his head walking away.

Bucky snickers and Steve shows him the finger that makes him guffaw.

You eye your boss with curiosity but then as you peer out the window you know he would be rendered speechless in a few moments.

“Okay now this might feel bad and then good.” You tell him, lightly placing the ice pack to his cheek. Steve winces then sighs as the cold takes away some of the sting.

The pneumatic hiss has Steve turn his gaze to the door.

“Watch how Bucky melts.” You whisper adjusting so the both of you have a good view.

It was the baker and owner from the opposite side of the tattoo shop, her name was something else but you only could remember her as—

“Cupcake?” Bucky’s gaze widens when she enters and he fumbles to fix his hair.

Steve chuckles and Bucky shoots him a glare. Then grins when he turns back to her.

“Hi,” She says, holding up a package in her shop’s delivery box, “Um, you never um, cameby I thought you might be busy. I, I know it was just a little delay but—,”

“Oh no, I was on the way but Steve here fell for—with Y/N.” Bucky explains and your brows furrow at his slip up, turning to the man in question.

“I um,” Steve’s hand covers yours.

“Got your mouth full, baby’s breath?” You tease.

“Plan to keep you full.” He counters, he notes how your pupils dilate, “However,”

Your chest deflates, maybe you shouldn’t have developed the crush on the sweet florist next door.

“I’d like to take you on a date first.” Steve grins and you reward him with one of your gorgeous smiles.

“I’d love that very, very much.”

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