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lolibles · 3 years

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A-Z with kazuha

character: kazuha x reader

pure fluff, complete brainrot, some angst not much tho

synopsis: the fluff alphabet with kazuha

implied gn!reader but please let me know if there are any mistakes or things i should look out for when writing gn!reader, im still learning!! <3 NOT PROOFREAD its so long and im lazy :)

A- how affectionate are they with their s/o?

kazuha is a very affectionate person, and he doesn’t try to hide it. kazuha is known for his flowery words, while kazuha loves to turn all kinds of things into poetry, its painfully obvious when one is about you. kazuha never fails to show his affection and love to you with his words and endless haikus of you. he can not stop talking about you, and even though sometimes he does it to tease you and get a laugh at your flustered expression, every time he declares his undying love for you, he means it.

B- what their s/o does that takes their breath away?

there are many things you do that take his breath away, but one thing that makes his heart do backflips is when you remember his haikus, and keep his gifted poems. kazuha has dedicated too many of his poems to you to count, kazuha himself can barely remember all of them. so you can say he was very shocked when one night you randomly whispered a poem he created for you months ago into his ear. kazuha was beyond shocked, his head never turned so fast to look at you, eyes widening. when he asked how you still remembered it, you pulled out a little notebook with scribbles of the poems and pieces of paper stuck inside with notes of dates, and the occasional doodles. you said it was so you never forget any of them, even when you were old. as kazuha flipped through the book he noticed poems from as far back as when he barely knew you. kazuha turned back to you and buried his head in your neck, attempting to hide the blush on his face as he kept mumbling i love you. his heart was swooning with love and joy for you, he knew you loved him, but he never knew something as simple as that could make his whole world stop.

C- do they like cuddling? if so, how and when?

kazuha loves cuddling so much. kazuha is honestly pretty touch starved so he constantly craves your touch. kazuha also gets pretty tired after working a full day out on the alcor or helping out with the resistance. he believes after a full days worth of hard work nothing beats lazing around tangled in your arms. kazuha doesn’t mind being the big spoon or little spoon. there are times of vulnerability where kazuha just needs you to hold him close, run your fingers through his hair and tell him everything will be okay. and there are times where he wants to hold you tight in his embrace as if he was protecting you for the most malicious forces in the world. there are also times where he simply just wants to be close to you, bodies smushed together, his hands wrapped around you with his neck buried in your collar. he tries to make you laugh or giggle so he can feel the vibrations of your sweet voice. kazuha loves to cuddle you at night before bed, he loves to fall asleep with you, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep, the warmth of your body is so pleasant and inviting. however cuddling at night often means waking up much later than usual. it means that either beidou or gorou angrily barging into your quarters to wake you guys up because you both were late, threatening to split the both of you up since you can never wake up on time.

D- what do they dream of doing with their s/o?

kazuha is a simple man, he finds joy and love in the littlest things. but that doesn’t ever stop him for dreaming- or rather hoping. he wishes one day he can walk down the streets of his hometown and show you the different sights. he hopes that there will be a day when he can see you wear a kimono, under the moonlight as he takes you up to a secluded spot to view the beautiful fireworks, although he will argue that you are far more lovely. kazuha hopes to bring you to see the sakura trees bloom, as you talk about how you wished you could’ve have seen them earlier, he wishes he can brush off the flower petals on your head before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. most importantly kazuha hopes that one day, he can bring you to visit his friend. even if he no longer is blessed upon this world, kazuha is sure he would have loved you. it is only necessary for kazuha to introduce his beloved to his only family.

E- how much effort do they put into the relationship?

kazuha pours his entire soul into your relationship, you are the only one he has left after all. kazuha believes his sole purpose is to treat you like his queen, if even for a second you feel like you aren’t loved, then he has failed. kazuha wants to serve you, though you often tell him he should try to put himself first, he’d merely chuckle and say “if i’m the reason you smile as brightly as the sun, the reason you sleep well at night or the reason you wish to wake up the next day. then there is not a thing i would change.”

F - do they want to start a family with their s/o? what is parenting like with them?

after getting over kazuha's fear of marriage (check M), kazuha wouldn't mind starting a family. although he is perfectly fine if it is just the two of you. if you want children then he is ready to learn, for you. i think kazuha would settle with one or two children, and he says he doesn't mind if you have a girl or a boy- but he is hoping on a boy. kazuha would be a great dad, apart from the fact he travels a lot and is rarely home. he tries his best to be there for you, he usually takes on jobs in the area you are staying or go on shorter trips with the crux while you are in the first few years having a child. he doesn't want to leave all the work to you of raising a young child, nor does he want to miss out those precious years of being a new parent. he loves adventuring but he loves his family too. another thing kazuha can not get enough of is seeing the look on your child's face when he arrives back after a trip, waiting for him at the harbour, flailing their arms about to capture his attention. and he can not ignore the look on your face either, so happy that your loving husband is home. kazuha can be strict but he prefers not to be, he can't say no to those curious eyes that look just like yours. i like to think that kazuha teaches your child to be a smooth talker just like him, this means they both get out of trouble a lot with you. despite kazuha's aloof demeanour, he actually has a rather playful side to him often pulling small pranks with your child on you. he tells your child stories of all kinds of adventures he has been on, your heart swoons at the sight of your child resting atop his chest trying his best not to fall asleep due to the warmth kazuha radiates. kazuha teaches your child all about inazuma and his heritage, telling them about the history and how one day he will bring both them and you to visit his homeland. the safety of his family is his number one priority, he will do anything to protect you and your child. he also teaches your child how to fight, and most importantly self-defence. if you both are travellers though, you decide to wait until your child is older to bring them on your adventures. and when they are, beidou certainly doesn't mind having a little kid running around the alcor causing a ruckus amongst other crew members.

G- what kind of gifts to they give their s/o? do they want one in return?

kazuha has always loved the sentiment of crafting a handmade gift. the amount of time and effort that goes into making something, is enough to show how much love someone has for them. kazuha also always loves to imagine what kind of expression you’d have after receiving his gift, he never asks for anything in return, well actually occasionally he’ll ask for a kiss thats it. kazuha remembers making you a beautiful hairpin, one that matched with his maple leaf haori. he gave it to you one night randomly, his hands pushing aside a bit of your hair to pin up. the way your eyes closed as he inches closer, his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin. when he finally backed away from you to take a look at his masterpiece, he was stunned. the way your face glistened from under the moonlight, you were so ethereal. his breath hitched, and the calm man sitting in front of you became flustered. kazuha made a note to always mentally prepare himself before giving you a gift that you could physically wear- if not he’d definitely blow a fuse.

H- do they hug their s/o? how often?

kazuha definitely hugs you, but i feel like hugs only happen at specific times. of course he will indulge you if you ask for it. kazuha hugs you when he misses you, when he needs you close to him. if you didn’t travel with him, he hugs you a goodbye and a hello. kazuha hugs you tightly because he knows he will be leaving soon, or he misses you so much and never wants to let you go. if someone ever makes kazuha jealous (which doesn’t happen very often), he will hug you from your waist whilst no one was looking, as he buries his head into your neck, taking in your scent. “your mine.” he’d whisper, hugging you tighter. “i am yours.”

I- how romantic are they? do they have problems with being intimate?

kazuha has very little problems with intimacy, he is a naturally romantic person. the way he speaks should be more than enough as evidence. he doesn’t get flustered easily, and he loves to see your expressions when he does something overly romantic- cheesy even, at the most random times. his poetry and haikus are often of you, he doesn’t shy away from flirting with you, teasing you, and constantly he is thinking of different ways to show his love to you. like i said he never knows what may happen tomorrow, so he is going to spend every day in the present being romantic and loving to you.

J- do they get jealous easily? how do they act?

i can’t typically see kazuha as getting jealous easily. there is often the rare occasion of him getting impatient because someone else has held your attention for too long, but other than that its very rare for kazuha to get jealous- he trusts you too much and feels like there’s simply no need for such feelings. i feel like one of the only few times kazuha would get jealous is when he’s drunk. drunk kazuha is needy and clingy, he wants to be around no one but you. if there is the slightest bit of space between you two, kazuha is determined to get rid of it by any means necessary. if you’re having a conversation with someone, be prepared to continue it another day because kazuha is whisking you away and peppering you with kisses while glaring at the person who kept you away from him the whole time. it gets a little uncontrollable when it happens, but kazuha remembers everything that happens the night before and his reaction is absolutely priceless.

K- are they a good kisser? do they like it? how often?

kazuha is miraculously a great kisser, well that is debatable from the beginning since he didn’t have much experience but he learnt very fast, and he is an amazing learner. kazuha’s everyday kisses can range from many varieties. kazuha’s forehead kisses usually linger for just the right amount of time, they are comforting and homely. it feels like you can tell how much kazuha trusts and adores you when he gives you forehead kisses. kazuha’s cheek kisses are different. they are quick and fleeting, usually he peppers your face with them, instead of a single kiss. it is playful and often filled with laughter, kazuha does it with a teasing note as his hands cup your face and pulls you closer for another kiss attack. lastly kazuha’s kisses on your lips, saved for the most romantic and intimate moments you share. often hidden from the public where kazuha can show you how much he loves you without any interruptions. they are passionate and always leaves the both of you wanting for more. he kisses you not too rough not too gentle, just until your lips are slightly plump and red. he takes your cheek in his hand, his other on your waist, pulling you close he whispers “may i?” and if you allow him, he will make sure this is a kiss you never forget.

bonus: kisses on the back of your neck, saved for the most private moments. if you have longer hair he likes to brush your hair back and place a teasing kiss on your neck, just to see you get flustered. and if you have shorter hair he finds himself often staring at the back of your neck, and just decides to indulge himself a few times with a kiss- teasing you along the way.

L- when do they say i love you? how often? do they say or show it more?

kazuha has always been more of a mix of both, he tends to show his love a lot yet he never fails to let you know he loves you. kazuha says it when it is just the two of you, when he has your attention and he has yours. he says it while tangled in your arms, under the blankets as you try to fight the feeling of sleep so you can spend more time with your beloved. kazuha shows it in his actions, even if done unconsciously, he somehow manages to convey ‘i love you’. its evident in the way he smiles for you, his eyes glistening as he lets out a hearty laugh. its evident in the way he holds your hand, guiding you down the stairs- even though you are perfectly capable of walking on your own. it is evident in the way he stares at you while you patch him up after he got hurt again, listening to your mother-like nagging to be careful. he doesn’t always say it outright, but you know, you know he loves you.

M- thoughts on marriage? how do they want to hold the ceremony?

well kazuha definitely has thought about it, thats for sure. in all honesty he is a little intimidated by the idea of marriage. don’t get me wrong, he wants to get married to you, its just kazuha has an interesting past. he’s afraid that somehow even if he’s miles away from her, she’d end up coming back to haunt him, and this time take you too. kazuha also knows unlike others, he can’t offer you the most stable life. he fled from his own country, a god literally wants him dead. he wanders around without an end destination, no real home anymore. he wonders if you really want to get married to someone like him- this thoughts are the things that keep him awake at night. if you ever help kazuha get over his fears and make him understand you love him for who he is now, perhaps he wouldn’t hesitate before popping the question. he would love a quiet and small ceremony, he doesn’t mind a grand wedding but he would prefer something more lowkey and intimate. no distractions so he can take it all in, you finally are his.

N- what are dates like with them? how often do you guys have night outs?

dates aren’t as easy to come by with kazuha, working on the sea or with the resistance means work needs to be done and there isn’t much time for going out. but kazuha makes it work, most of the time its rather spontaneous. kazuha would appear before you and ask you to close your eyes, taking your hands in his to guide you to a little spot he made up on the alcor. hidden away from the drunkards causing a ruckus on deck. he sits you down next to him on a nice blanket and asks you to open your eyes. its a cute little get up, a few snacks and sake under the stars. kazuha would apologise for not being able to give you a proper date, yet you couldn’t ask for more. he’d pull you close saying he didn’t want you to get cold, and he’d teach you about stars and constellations.

another time while you both were working hard for the resistance, kazuha showed up by your tent at night and asked you to accompany for a walk. kazuha would take your hand in his, as he carried an umbrella over your heads. he wouldn’t bring you too far from camp but he tried to make your time worthwhile. he’d tell you about the poems he made of you the afternoon since he missed you the whole day. he’d promise to take you somewhere nicer once everything was under control again- he gives your hand a squeeze and kisses you on the cheek. it wasn’t much but it was all you both had. )

O- what would they do if their s/o got hurt or injured badly? (ouch)

it doesn’t matter how hurt you got, small or big, kazuha feels his world stop spinning. his mind flashes back to the moment he watched his friend die, and he desperately tries to keep his emotions at bay. tears threaten to spill, his voice cracks as he asks where you are. he gets to you as fast as he can, he begs that his legs don't give way yet. he blames himself for not being able to protect you, he couldn't save his friend, but please not you. the moment he catches the glimpse of your body bandaged up, bruises scattered all over skin, he can not contain the amount of guilt that rushes over himself. kazuha is by your side in an instant, taking your hand gently as he lets his eyes scan over your injury. he doesn't stop apologising, he lowers his head as he lets the waterworks run. ironically watching kazuha blame himself for not being able to protect you hurts more than the injuries you have sustained. if you can, please take him into your arms, tell him it's not his fault and you are okay. kazuha wouldn't know what to do if you were gone too.

P- are they playful in the relationship? how do they mess around with their s/o?

it may not look like it, but kazuha is rather playful. especially when it is just the two of you, kazuha suppresses the urge to not tease you. he can't help that you are just so easy to tease. he likes to challenge you to little games at the expense of a kiss. he loves seeing your expressions when he teases you, or purposely loses to you at a game. he also loves to flirt with you, tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you his- even if you already are. he definitely is the type to ask you if your single and want to date him while you are dating, he says "your boyfriend doesn't need to know, so just come with me" and if you play along he falls more in love. it's also dangerous if your a ticklish person, he will often poke you just to hear your laugh or squeal. he craves to hear your melodic laugh, he never wants you to shut up. kazuha is never mean when he plays around with you though, he never crosses the line and he can read the mood well. he knows when is the right time to mess around with you, and he knows when to stop. as much as he loves it he never wants to make you mad. i

Q- what will they do if their s/o is queer or part of the LGBT community? how will they react?

kazuha doesn't mind, he believes that love is love and coincidentally he loves you for you. kazuha listens and is keen on learning your past and why you decides to be who you are now. he picks up on your prefered pronouns without hesitation and treats you with nothing but respect. if you are insecure about it, he will make it his only goal to write you a poem a day about how much he loves you and how much he wishes for you to find self love. kazuha is aware of the occasional disapproval from outsiders, and he doesn't think twice before using his vision to mess with them, knocking them off their balance or messing up their hair. he tells you that others may say what they want but you need not worry for there are many others who love you and will love you for the rest of their lives- him included.

R- how random and spontaneous is the relationship?

a relationship with kazuha is beyond random. there are moments when kazuha just grabs your hand and takes you away to some place because he wants to be with you. kazuha enjoys surprising you with things as well, if he sees something he thinks you will like, he will buy it or attempt to make it for you. when he travels he definitely brings you back pressed flowers or pretty gemstones that remind him of you. kazuha often does things for you on a "just because" basis, even if it holds no significant reason, he will give you a gift, give you a kiss or whatever you want. kazuha also randomly declares his love for you just because.

S- what do they do is their s/o is scared?

kazuha knows what its like to be scared, to feel petrified to the point its hard to breathe, hard to speak, hard to move. his world crumbles at the thought of how you may go through emotions like that. he never wants you to go through any pain, it simply doesn’t matter what causes you to feel so frightened. if it scares you, it scares you. there is no need for him to laugh at you or belittle your feelings. kazuha will never forgive himself if he makes you feel invalidated. when you are scared, kazuha will be by your side in an instant, his arms engulfing you like a warm blanket, as he whispers sweet nothings into you ear. he asks you to focus on his fingers tracing shapes onto your back. he doesn’t let go of you until he feel your heart rate return to normal. and when it does, he releases you from his tight grip to kiss away the tears rolling down your cheeks. giving you a simple smile. “my love, i wont let anything harm you. i love you.”

T- how much do they trust their s/o?

to be in a relationship means kazuha trusts you a lot. kazuha has gone through much, and is constantly on the run. there are few people he can open up to and trust that they would not leave him behind. it takes a while for kazuha to tell you about everything, don't get me wrong he knows he loves you but it isn't easy to bring something so dark about his past to light. he hopes you don't get mad or disturbed by him for keeping it hidden for so long. when he finally does tell you about his past, and you stick by him no matter what he feels his heart slowly gets put back into place.

U- do they like to take things slow or fast? (urgency)

kazuha takes things at a pretty average pace. honestly it's kind of like a write off, he knows it will take him a while to fully trust someone yet he is undoubtedly touch-starved. and when it comes to you he can't seem to hold himself back. when kazuha courts you its slow and relaxed, he never wants to force you into a relationship and make you uncomfortable. he takes his time to learn what you like and dislike, he takes his time to get to know you. and when you finally start dating he tends to take things faster, not too fast though, he makes sure everything he does is okay with you before rushing in head first. unconsciously he tends to touch you a lot, he finds comfort in your warmth. sometimes it's as simple as brushing your hair back, and sometimes it's having his hands on your thigh while you sit next to him. he just loves it so much.

V- how vocal are they about the relationship? do they want it to be a secret?

kazuha prefers to keep it lowkey. only a few people know of your relationship with him. he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him, after all he is rather infamous for escaping from the shogunate and their leader. he also is more on the private side. however its very easy to tell that kazuha is infatuated with you solely by the way he looks at you, talk of you. you can tell that he is completely smitten over you, it takes someone awfully dense to not realise his feelings for you.

W- random scenario with them! (wild card)

the first time kazuha saw you dressed up so beautifully was when beidou insisted that the both of you attended a party in liyue with her. he didn't enjoy parties as much but he thought it would be nice for you to take a break from running away, and if you were there he was sure it would be a lot more bearable. and he was right, it was. beidou had whisked you away earlier to be presentable for the occasion, kazuha himself had to wear something he wasn't used to- he thought it was uncomfortable. but the moment he saw you walk out of the room dressed to the nines, all the discomfort that came with his outfit was thrown out the window and replaced with fluster. kazuha was quick to regain his normal charm however, throwing compliments in your directions as he held out his arm for you to hold- yet not even his sly behaviour could escape your eyes, there indeed was a blush on his cheeks. beidou left the two of you to be, enjoying the food and lovely music playing in the background, yet all kazuha could hear was the melody of your voice. as the room fell silent and a slow tune began, kazuha earned a few nudges from beidou "ask them to dance" she whispered. and he did, it felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale. his eyes were burning into yours as he reached his hand out. you gladly accepted, but you never knew kazuha had learnt to dance, especially so well. you suppose everything about him is eloquent. the moment was something you'd cherish for the entirety of your life, the feeling of him guiding your footsteps along to his. his hands resting perfecting on your waist as yours did by his neck. he often made small jokes about the other stuck up guests, which made you laugh. his heart fluttered. as the song came to an end, you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. a smile appeared on his face, your action warming his chest.

"won't you dance with me again, my love?"

X- do they like petnames? do they use petnames? (XOXO)

kazuha loves using petnames on you. he likes to call you darling or my love. he finds using nicknames rather endearing, and he loves how you react with a simple "hm?" because you know he loves you like that. if you ever give kazuha a petname his heart swoons in adoration for you. he loves them! but kazuha also loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, the sound of your voice is like maple syrup in his ears.

Y- what do they do when they yearn for you?

missing you is something kazuha is unfortunately used to. given that kazuha is a traveller it is understandable why you two are often apart. when kazuha misses you, everyone can tell. especially since your absence in his life is all his poetry becomes. he muses how you are and how it hurts being so far from you. he often finds himself immersed in creating more haikus to show you when he finally reunites with you. more here.

Z- what is sleeping like with them? (zzz)

sleeping with kazuha is warm, you never have to fear the cold especially with kazuha's arms wrapped protectively around you. kazuha doesn't care whether he is the big spoon or small spoon, he just wants to be with you. if he spoons you, just make sure that he wakes up earlier than you if not he is never letting go. his grip is not too tight but still very strong around you. he enjoys being close to you and he loves how you let him be near you. if you are spooning him, please let kazuha rest his head in the crook of your neck. he loves to feel your heartbeat as he tries to fall asleep, the last thing he hears is your heart thumping every so peacefully. the smell of your soap puts him to sleep in a way he never knew it could. he loves how this time you wrap your arms around him to protect him instead, for once he feels like in your arms, he is perfectly safe.

oh my god this took so damn long???? but i didn't have much inspiration and this just came to mind. some letters were EXTREMELY hard to write so please excuse if its a little ooc i tried ;-; im glad im done tho, this honestly is the longest thing i have written in a very very long time and im really happy i did. im also pretty excited to try it for other characters i already have childe's and xiao's one in mind :) anyway!!!!!! please let me know if you liked this thank u bebs muah...

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zuluc · 3 years

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anonymous requested: Ahhhh I’ve never asked for something like this and if it’s an odd request please feel free to ignore it but can you write Zhongli, Kaeya, diluc, and Childe (separately?) taking care of their s/o who is very sick and in a lot of pain because of their period? (I really don’t feel good and the cramps are making me cry and shake and I could use the comfort right now😭)

pairings: childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli x gn!reader

style & genre: bulleted; fluff

notes: anon 😪😪 maybe tmi but my cramps woke me up this morning while i was enjoying a nice sleep so i’m pretty sad and grumpy today and writing this made me feel a little better

Childe

The first thing he does is make sure that you’re eating well. Usually the constant feeling of something akin to punches collecting in your gut makes you more irritable and in need of food in your system. While you may deny him saying that you don’t have the appetite for it, he’ll sit you down, maybe in his lap with you slumping against him as he tries to feed you. Once you taste it, you can’t deny that his cooking is amazing

He still has his job to do but will always leave you with enough food in the house to eat even if you might just sleep the day off, especially if it is even worse that month. When he comes back home and you’re moping on the sofa in pain he wastes no time in picking you up and plopping you onto the bed for cuddles, after he cleans up of course

He will never deny you them for as long as he shall live and extra clinginess from you is a nice bonus for him

Will try to take your mind off the pain by talking to you about his day and what he had been doing all the while massaging your scalp if you were to get a migraine. He talks quieter during these times and he is very careful about what exactly he talks about

Speaking of, at one point your hormones were out of control and you just started bawling when he told you about “accidentally” beat up one of the fatui agents and was about to laugh until he saw actual tears running down your face

“They feel pain, Childe!”

“Y/n, you fight them almost every other day and now you’re concerned about their pain?”

Overall, if you had to be stuck with someone it would be him because of cuddles, attention, and an endless supply of food (that he himself cooks ofc)

Diluc

At first he was confused why you would always cling to him at certain times of the month until you explained the circumstances. He was a bit flustered at hearing what about what happens to your body as well as feeling concerned when you described the pain that may or may not come with it

The reason for your added clinginess is because this man is essentially a walking heating pad. Being next to him and sleeping next to him just feel amazing for your fatigued self. He sometimes doesn’t need to be touching you because the warmth from his body radiates off of him, amplified by his use of his pyro

One morning, you can’t pull yourself out of bed because the familiar pain has settled yet again for the month. You hadn’t felt this bad in a while and the fact that it hurt quite a bit made a reasonable stand for you to stay in bed. You do feel something near you and with relief you see that it’s Diluc who had actually come home early the night before. He already has a hand outstretched towards you which you assume you had been previously wrapped in if it weren’t for your constant movement to find a comfortable position

This is how he wakes up to his hand pressed against your lower stomach and he doesn’t question it when he sees your content features, so he decides to use his pyro to warm his hands to just the right temperature

Diluc most likely has all the pain killers ready and right after you let him go, he makes his way to your kitchen to make you breakfast while you stay in bed, all of course with a good morning kiss before he goes

He gets tense if you start to cry for a reason unknown to him, and in reality you as well, but will not hesitate to pull you into his arms. Though you cry even more at how warm he feels because it’s just that nice. Basically, he holds you the entire day.

“Let’s go lay in bed.”

“Let me just stay here for a little longer...”

You ended up falling asleep on him but he didn’t mind it at all

Kaeya

He has your cycle memorized or at least he’s aware of when you’re going to be on it because of your slight changes in mood and appetite beforehand. Like the person he is, he does tease you a bit if you want cuddles from him but the genuine look on your face isn’t something he can necessarily say no to, so he “reluctantly” lets you have your way but you can feel how tight his embrace is

He does go out of his way to bring you whatever you need if you can’t leave the house and never leaves you alone in the house without. Craving sweets? He’s on it. Needing a pyro heating pack? Already stocked inside one of your drawers. Need him? He’s trying his best to finish his work as soon as possible to return to you

When you’re not feeling the absolute best during that time of the month, he will ask for a day off to spend it with you. He knows that he doesn’t have firsthand experience of your pain but understands that cramps are not fun to have and can be quite painful some days more than others. In these cases, he gives massages down your lower back, very skillfully might I add with the dexterity of his movements. The massages are heavenly like your back never feels the same afterwards (massaging your lower back helps quite a bit with cramps!)

Kisses! You already get a lot on the daily but he thinks they help take your mind off the pain. He passes by you a lot when moving around the house and never forgets to place a small one on your temple, cheek, or lips. Pull him down for more and he’s indulging you in full blown cuddles

“You’re clingier than usual, darling”

“I can and will push you off, Sir Kaeya”

“Oh? Is that how it is?”

He knows you won’t but it’s so much fun to see you pout over him pulling away

Zhongli

He thinks that tea can solve everything but once he tries to get you a cup, you’re clinging onto him for dear life as the cramps overtake your body. He’s surprised but immediately hoists you into his arms to lay you on the cushions or back to your bed. He isn’t aware of what’s happening and actually thinks your dying so he rushes to get the tea 😀and maybe

You have to reassure him that, no, you’re not, you’re very much alive and that you just want cuddles he was already halfway out the door to call for Baizhu. He may look at you questioningly but won’t ask anything so you’d have to explain what’s happening. Might look even more confused before he realizes that the main reason he doesn’t understand is because he’s not female nor is he really human. Makes sense

Still insists that tea will help so expect one to be made and ready whenever beside you when you feel particularly bad. The tea can be for relaxation, sleep, or simple energizing just in case you need to be out for the day or need to finish up work

When you get emotional, he’s immediately pulling you to him while rubbing a hand down your back or your lower stomach should you request it, listening to whatever it is that had made you so and inserting his own commentary with his very deep and nice voice from time to time to let you know that he’s listening

You know he’s the type to say whatever he’s reading out loud whilst having you on his lap. The moments when your cramps are too unbearable make this gesture even better because your face is tucked into his neck with the warmth of his hands pressed to your back, his voice like honey speaking to you. You could listen to him go on and on about whatever to get your mind off of your pain

“And so--my dear, what’s the matter?”

“So you gave me glaze lilies for that reason?”

The adoration in your eyes mirrors onto his and he smiles before pressing a kiss to your forehead

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potter-imagines · 3 years

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Getting Drunk With Fred Weasley

Prompt: getting drunk w/ your boyfriend Fred would include + mini blurbs

Warning: drinking, swearing, and some suggestive wording

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: n/a

Parties are not an uncommon event in the Gryffindor common room

Alcohol and drink mixtures of all sorts are being poured left and right every weekend

Most weekend you have a drink or two while catching up with your friends after a busy week of school

Other weekends you choose the path of getting plastered alongside your boyfriend off smuggled liquor and bottle of beer

On these night in particular,

Fred does not let you out of his sight

At all

Unless of course Lee challenges him to a beer pong match then he’ll carefully usher you over the couch where he can keep an eye on you while he’s playing

Has to pause the match like 20 times to chase after you and lead you over to his side “Y/n! You know you can’t out drink Seamus- he’s Irish! C’mon, come watch me kick George and Lee’s ass. They’re so bad it takes two of them to even manage a winning shot yet somehow they still suck!”

Loves it when you cheer him on

Is constantly glancing over to reassure himself you haven’t run off again

Your distraction is heightened in this state

So he feels the need to be your second set of eyes

Which had come in handy many a times

Like when Ron dared you to touch the burning fire while he was wasted on dragon barrel brandy

“Don’t be a pussy, Y/n. Swipe your hand real fast and you won’t even feel a thing-” “Y/n, pull your hand away from that fire, love. Ron, what the fuck? Are you trying to set my girlfriend up in flames? Angel, Ron is an idiot, you know that, don’t do anything he says again.” “Hey!”

And the time when you all were playing strip poker and Fred quite literally threw himself on top of your body to cover your chest when George teased you to take your bra off and your hands reached back for the clasps

(( he bitched at George for five minutes straight for that suggestion ))

Fred knew you were not one to back down from a challenge, especially when drunk and not considering the consequences or regret that would follow

So he always made sure you never embarrassed yourself too much or did anything you’d be wanting to take back come morning

During any Gryffindor party, Fred is the life of it

When he’s not preoccupied fawning over you, he’s hopping around with George seeking out trouble

The man throws back liquor like its water

Claims he knows his limits, but he really doesn’t

He is a touchy drunk

Hands brushing through your hair as you chat on the couch

Arms wrapped around your shoulder as you laugh along with your friends

Fingers laced in yours whenever you’re near

He craves your touch even more so when the liquor taints his veins

Let’s be real, Fred is not exactly the type of boyfriend to try to get you to stop drinking

He still makes sure you’re safe and not over drinking but,

Most of the times,

He’s the one pouring the shots for you

And mixing the drinks

But he always knows when to stop, and when you’ve had enough to drink

He tries to mentally keep note of how many drinks you've had but loses track once he reaches about five on his own end

Sometimes he’ll silently swap out your glass of whiskey for a glass of pumpkin juice

It’s obvious to Fred that he made the right choice when he watched as you sipped gleefully on the juice, not making a single comment on the dramatic change in taste

In these moments he begins to prepare himself for a night of babysitting you

And he’s so sweet in helping you on the nights when you go an inch- or ten- overboard

Carries you up to your bed and helps you change out of your clothes and into new ones for bed

He gets you wipes to take of your makeup, if you’re wearing any, and he’ll sit you between his legs on your bed while he brushes through your hair

After you’re properly ready for bed, Fred makes sure to set a glass of water on your nightstand incase you get thirsty and a bag of crackers if you get hungry

Stays the night without question when you ask

Other times he stays regardless of if you do or don’t

Your roommates don’t mind seeing as he takes care of you meaning they don’t have to

He’ll lay on his back and usher you over to place you head on his chest

His fingertips will soothingly trail up and down you back, lulling you into a deep sleep with the rhythmic motion

Tries his best to make sure you fall asleep first

Drunk Fred really has no control over his sleep habits and has a tendency to pass out from sudden exhaustion at any moment

One second him and George are fucking around with partygoers, supply them with different products of theirs, and causing pure chaos

The next second Fred was snoozing away while he laid on the couch with his head in your lap

Then he was back up an going again

Like a toddler on a sugar high

He’s such a giggly drunk

Kisses to the tip of your nose

Always smiling over at you and complimenting you

“Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?” “Only ten times, but I’m okay with elven.” “Let’s make it twelve, you looks absolutely stunning- so pretty, and all mine.”

The boy can’t help it, you make him feel weightless with happiness sober and the feeling only intensifies when he’s been drinking

There are nights when Fred can’t seem to taste the scorching burn of the liquor anymore after about six shots and it these nights where George and yourself are left dragging him up the stairs

George will beg you to stay the night because he can’t handle Fred’s drunken rambling about how much he misses you

And you agree because, how could you say no to Fred’s adorable puppy dog eyes and grabby hands longing for you to cuddle with him

If you two are both drunk, you’ll stay up talking- or rather whispering- under his comforter

He’ll stumble over his words and jumps from topic to topic in the blink of an eye

Uncontrollable giggles as he whispers- or rather stutters- out the most confusing jokes you’ve ever heard

“Angel, angel…” “Yes, Freddie?” “What happens when a toad’s car breaks down?” “I dunno…” “It gets froged!” “I’m sorry, come again? Isn’t it meant to be the frog’s car that breaks down and it gets ‘toad’...not ‘froged’?”

But he’s out like a light before you can get an explanation

He breathes like darth vader when he’s in his drunken slumber

Yet its somehow comforting in an odd way

Like it reminds you that he’s there holding you

And also that he’s still alive, which is surprising at times with the amount of drinks he consumes in one night

If you think Fred acts reckless sober, he thinks he’s invincible when he’s drunk which is even worse

He’ll agree to almost anything

If Ron were to tell him he bet Fred wouldn’t jump from the Astrology Tower all the way down to the courtyard? Fred would do it just in spite of him

The only time this attitude of his had gotten him into trouble was when Fred, George and Lee came up with the grand idea to go down the boy’s dormitory staircase on mattresses

Fred, being the brilliant man he is, decided to go first

You had been gossiping away in the common room to Hermione about a new Muggle actor the two of you had seen in a film when you heard the loud crashing, followed by the voice you loved so much groaning in agony

By the time you reached the opening to the stairwell, George and Lee were aiding Fred down the stone steps, carefully avoiding his ankle which had been twisted in an inhuman position

Madam Pomfrey surprisingly kept hum about Fred’s intoxication and instead scolded him for hours on end about his reckless, mindless choice to try to slide down, winding, steep, stone steps

Once news reached the professors the nest morning, McGoagall dismissed 40 points from Gryffindor for the incident

Using your mattress to surf down the twirling stairwell has since been prohibited

On a separate occasion Fred had accident lit the edge of the curtain on fire

You can always tell when he’s reached that level by the volume in his tone

It tends to get deeper the more intoxicated he becomes

And his words slowly slur together into a string of blabber

Mostly compliments, sweet words, and sometimes suggestive ones as well

Fred gets a bit more… forward when he’s got that liquid courage soaring through him

His hands will start to roam slowly from around your waist to your lower back, then resting on your bum

He gets turned on watching you play beer pong for some reason

Especially when you win

Maybe it’s the view he’s graced with when you bend to bounce the pin pong ball

Or the feistiness that arises when the match gets hot

It’s more than enticing for him

Fred can feel his frame get stiffer everytime you bend across the table to retrieve the cup and chug the beer from it

When the round has ceased and you’re declared champion yet again, Fred steps forward to pull you in for a hug

As he gives you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers,

“Good girl! Now if you beat George again I’ll give you a special surprise later tonight, angel.”

Which makes your knees weak like jell-o as your frame pushes into his for support

It doesn’t help that you can feel just how excited he is through the denim of his jeans

Fred dips his head to plant a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the skin of your warm neck until George was groaning and pleading for you to start the match

You practically shook for the entirety of the game, still managing to sink almost every shot into a cup forcing George to drink for the majority of it

He ended up tapping out once you nailed the seventh cup in a row and kept your winning streak alive due to his need to find a trash can immediately

You stopped there to join Fred by his side as he smiled to you, clearly pleased that you won

“Looks like someone is getting rewarded tonight.”

His arm draped around your shoulder as you leaned into his side, your cheeks flaring from the mass of bodies but mostly from Fred’s suggestive promise

He only forced you to suffer through the party for another ten minutes or so before pouring one last shot for the both of you, then nearly pushing you up the winding stairs to his dorm

Lets just say he certainly fulfilled on his promise- more than once that night

Loves it when you sit in his lap when you’re on the couch together

Whispers dirty secrets into your ear

Drunk Fred leaves hickies under the clothes

He’s not the type to care who’s around, he’ll try to slide his hand up your skirt in front of nearly anyone when he’s inebriated

“Fred- you’re brother is sitting right there, stop it!” “Shhhh, angel. He’s not even watching, right George?” “Right, Fred.” “See?”

To which you glare dangerous at him as you place his hand back in his lap, but Fred continues to smirk in amusement

It’s like you’re a preschool teacher constantly having to tell a child to keep their hands to themselves, Fred just refuses to listen

Fred doesn’t necessarily get jealous of other guys

He trusts you and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to feel threatened by other guys

However he is possessive af over you when he’s been drinking

In a sweet way tho

Literally wants all your time and attention when he’s drunk

If you don’t feel like dancing, he’ll ask you to come watch him dance

When you say you need to use the bathroom, he’ll ask a million times if you want him to come with

If George places a bet against Fred in a game of cards, Fred will drag you over to sit next to him as Seamus shuffles the deck and prepares the table

He’ll show you his cards and tell you to pick one

Even though he knows you’re completely unaware of the rules to the game, he loves the smile of excitement that appears on your face when he lets you

And in the rare times that you do say no, he works his magic with those big doe eyes and pouty lip until you say yes

It brings him comfort when you’re by his side

Your nights end the same each day, wrapped in his arms listening to the relaxing thump of his heart as the two of you doze off, both silently dreading the awaiting hangover than would surely greet you first thing in the morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DAD EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Park Chanyeol

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Chanyeol loved to hug you tightly, especially when you were feeling low. He’d walk around and have his arms around your waist, carrying your baby bump for you for a while to help ease your pain and the weight that you carried as well.

B ⇴ BUMP

At night especially, Chanyeol had a habit of curling up as tight as he could around your bump. It was strange for you to see his usually long figure so small against your side, but he loved getting as small as he could to curl around your bump as best as he could to be able to cradle your baby as tight to himself as possible.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

Whenever you were experiencing cravings, Chanyeol decided to take it as an open invitation for him to enjoy some food as well. His diet went out of the window when you fell pregnant, if you wanted a midnight snack, then so did he, only luckily for you, you didn’t have a trainer who would make you regret it the very next day.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

As your due date neared, a few nerves began to creep in for Chanyeol especially. Even though the two of you were incredibly organised, he couldn’t help but worry that perhaps the two of you had forgotten something or you’d missed something on one of the lists that you’d made of things you needed. For once, it was your turn to assure Chanyeol that you’d been through everything enough times to know you had it all.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

There was no other emotion that Chanyeol felt towards your pregnancy then excitement. He was beyond excited to become a dad, to see you as a mum, and just enjoy having a baby that would be yours. He was always optimistic, whenever you were worried or nervous, Chanyeol got you looking at the bright side of life again, clearing your mind and easing your worries with a wide, excited, smile on his face throughout.

F ⇴ FAMILY

The two of you found yourselves spending a lot more time with both of your families as Chanyeol’s schedule eased throughout your pregnancy. You suddenly found yourselves able to say yes to all of the occasions that you had to say no to, even being able to invite members of your families to things as you had plenty of days free rather than the odd spare hours around the week like you usually did pre pregnancy.

G ⇴ GENDER

Chanyeol being Chanyeol refused to find out the gender of your baby without turning it into some sort of competition to play against you. You placed a bet on girl, he bet boy, with both of you desperate to be the winner as the loser would be paying for the first takeout you ordered once your baby had been born.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

You’d never seen the look of surprise on Chanyeol’s face before as you saw it when he felt the beat of your baby’s heart for the first time. Chanyeol didn’t have high hopes for being able to hear much, but he completely underestimated the power of the equipment, stunned when he heard the beat of your baby’s heart loud and clear.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

He always went above and beyond in making you feel loved anyway, but when you were feeling insecure in your pregnancy, Chanyeol would always remind you that he loved you the most. Even though he knew it might not be enough to do the trick, he wanted you to know how much he appreciated your body at least.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Whenever someone got a little too handsy with your bump, Chanyeol would get a little bit jealous. He was protective of your bump and had a bit of trouble hiding his disapproval when someone was feeling for too long. He didn’t mind if someone wanted a quick feel of your bump, but when someone lingered around you for too long, Chanyeol knew he had to do something to distract you and stop himself getting annoyed.

K ⇴ KICKS

Nothing made Chanyeol smile more than the feeling of being able to cuddle up to your bump and feel your baby kicking. It a was a feeling that he could never truly get used to, each time a kick suddenly happened it always took him by surprise, especially when he was resting absentmindedly against your bump.

L ⇴ LABOUR

He was incredibly comforting during your labour, whilst you spent most of it a panicked mess. Things didn’t quite go as the two of you had planned, and yet Chanyeol still managed to remain calm for your sake and support you. Although on the inside there was plenty of worry around what was going on, he made sure that he had all the right things to say to reassure you especially as your plans quickly began to change.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

You were lucky that things like sickness didn’t bother Chanyeol at all, and so he was always able to be the best possible support that you needed when you were sick. He went as far as always carrying a hairband around his wrist so that he was always able to tie your hair back too when it was getting in your way.

N ⇴ NURSERY

The nursery was a huge deal for Chanyeol, he wanted the whole thing to be perfect. As soon as he had a vision in mind, he knew what he was going to do with the room, with no other alternative except what he saw.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Chanyeol was obsessed with your bump, he loved noticing even the smallest of changes, but most of all, he loved seeing how your body changed over the nine months and how incredible the journey of your bump growth was too.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

He was incredibly cautious with you for the first few days after you gave birth, Chanyeol was in no rush when it came to you recovering and looking after your body. Although the sudden responsibility that he had was a little bit overwhelming at times, he stepped up, and made sure to take the best care of you both.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Asking you if you were alright once would never enough for Chanyeol, he was usually quite pushy in making sure that you were doing alright. Eventually you’d end up snapping back at Chanyeol to assure him that you really were fine.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

He loved to photograph your progress, and so at the end of the week Chanyeol would make you stand in front of the same wall in your house and pull a funny pose. At the end of your pregnancy, he had all of them printed, placing them into a scrapbook that the two of you could look back over in the many years that followed.

S ⇴ SCANS

In his studio, Chanyeol had a little frame just beside his computer which had your scan photo placed inside of it. Whenever he was getting frustrated, or perhaps struggling a bit for inspiration, he’d look to his left and remind himself what was important, and hopefully search for a lyric or two from the photograph as well.

T ⇴ TEST

The two of you bought quite a few tests, convinced that the first couple were just dodgy. It was only after you had seven positive tests lined up before you both, did you allow yourselves to think it was all real.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

Although he was a busy guy, Chanyeol made time for every appointment, because nothing was ever as important as seeing his baby.

V ⇴ VISITS

He was beyond excited to start having people around and introducing them all to your little one. He waited until you let him know you were ready for visitors, and as soon as you were, plenty of arrangements were made.

W ⇴ WAITING

Chanyeol was incredibly impatient, he was itching to call himself dad and get stuck in with parenthood alongside you.

X ⇴ XXXX

He’d often try and alternate his kisses as best as he could between you and your bump. He’d often kiss just along where your bump began to try and argue that he was kissing both of you at the same time and making both of you feel loved.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were everything to Chanyeol, his number one priority always.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most nights Chanyeol would fall asleep holding onto your bump to keep it nice and still so that you could get comfortable. He also loved holding onto it and making the most of the last few kicks that he could feel for the evening.

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takamikeiigos · 3 years

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• though keigo tends to be loud, seemingly carefree, and outgoing, he's convinced himself that hero work is his #1 priority and he has zero time to be getting all up in a tizzy about feelings

• this man probably doesn't even know what a long, meaningful hug feels like. but what does it matter because he's a hero, he doesn't have time to be mulling over that kinda stuff

• now don't get me wrong, keigo has all of the basic human wants and needs for love, affection, companionship, etc. but has managed to tuck those thoughts away deep in the back of his mind

• so he spends his free time alone watching movies by himself while eating takeout, or finding somewhere high on the skyline to perch upon while the breeze caresses him and gives him comfort while he's deep in his thoughts

• when it comes to his avian characteristics and needs, he knows many people don't understand so he tends to them himself

• long tiresome processes of preening his own wings, often getting aggravated when he can't reach a spot or can't get certain feathers to lay flat

• or when it's that time of the season and he continuously chooses to go through his ruts alone because he hasn't allowed himself time to slow down and properly take care of it, because he grew up too fast and exploring his own wants and needs was never an option

• let's talk about keigo nesting during a rut bc of pure instinct but suddenly coming to the harsh reality that he has no one to share it with

• ouch

• imagine the first time he meets you

• you think he's probably the most loud and obnoxious motherfucker you've ever met but he grows on you over time

• its only after spending a bit of time by his side that you realize little things about him that kinda break your heart

• he smiles and jokes around a lot, but when you catch him deep in thought or slipping you notice the vacant stares that make him seem far, far away

• or the fact that he doesn't touch people unless they prompt first, whether it's a high five or a pat on the shoulder, but his hands mostly remain in his pockets or by his sides otherwise

• so it breaks your heart even more when you go to give him a quick hug before checking out for the day and he completely tenses up, clearly not sure how to react

• it occupies most of your thoughts that night, before it finally dawns on you that keigo didn't reciprocate because he didn't know how to (not literally, of course)

• from then on you touch him more often - like gently putting your hand on his shoulder when you're reaching over him, or placing your hand on the small of his back when moving around him

• over-all you're in his space more, always standing a few inches closer so your shoulders touch or your hands brush

• but let's talk about that one time you both go on a mission together and keigo gets knocked around a lil bit

• you're finally able to catch up to him and the idiot is standing there covered in bruises, feathers missing and his hero outfit almost torn to shreds, and he has the audacity to smile at you like he didn't just get knocked into next week

• he tenses again when you run up to him and pull him into a frantic hug, worry ebbing from your entire being but grateful that he's still standing and alive

• but the exhaustion finally catches up to him and its then that his wall comes crashing down, his arms wrapping around you like he's clinging to you for dear life, and his head is resting on your shoulder, coming free of all those heavy thoughts he's been carrying with him

• things slowly change after that

• months later you two end up together, like two pieces of a puzzle that were lost but finally found, a relief of a perfect fit

• he texts you constantly - whether it's of things that remind him of you, or a picture of a cat he saw while on patrols, or even just to let you know you mean the world to him

• when you’re both together he almost always ends up being the one to initiate physical contact now, staying close in your space and his hand always rest against you

• on nights after a long day of patrolling, he'll come over and you'll put a movie on, cuddling close together on the couch while eating the most unhealthy junk food you could find to take the edge off

• you catch him smiling to himself one of those times, and when you look at him curiously, he shakes his head and laughs quietly

• "'s nothing baby bird, just nice to finally have someone to do this with"

• on another tiresome evening of patrolling, he flies through your bedroom window (you always leave it unlocked and open for him) and perches on your windowsill

• you can instantly tell something is bothering him by the way he's holding himself, his wings twitching and his body tense

• so you beckon him to come sit on your bed with you, thinking maybe a back rub will ease the tension. but when he finally sits down in front of you, the disarray of tangled feathers is the answer to your unasked questions

• you tell him to relax and he does, but when you hesitantly run your fingers against his feathers he nearly jumps out of his skin

• you pull your hand away as if it was burned and when you ask if you accidentally hurt him, he flushes and avoids eye contact

• "no! no, you didn't hurt me. they're just.. sensitive. 'm just not used to people touching them like that. but it.. it feels good"

• so you continue running your fingers through his feathers gently, making sure they're all in place and pulling the loose ones from his wings

• he’s all breathy sighs underneath your hands and you swear you hear him cooing every once in a while and your heart melts at the amount of intimacy and trust

• it turns into a ritual after rough days, and neither of you mind it

《《 NSFW 》》

• so look, i’m not saying keigo is a virgin but we're gonna keep going with this little needy & touch starved trend we got going. to each their own

• keigo loves being touched, but he also loves touching you

• i’m talking always pressing up against you when you’re both alone, face nuzzled in your neck while biting and licking, hands on your hips and squeezing

• clinging to you when you’re about to get out of bed, or sneaking into the shower with you bc he misses your warmth and is craving some skin on skin contact, his head nuzzled into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you from behind

• tbh he’s probably still half asleep as he does this, too. you basically have him completely limp in your arms when you turn to start scrubbing his hair

• i’m getting a little off topic, huh?

• he’s always trying to get your attention, especially when he knows you’re busy

• he’s almost always breathless when things get hot and heavy, nearly falling apart over a make-out session

• but when you finally get him out of his clothes and on the bed where you want him, the experience is one you want to relive forever

• he’s got this wonton facial expression, chest flushed and wings puffed out, lips parted with unspoken pleas as you touch him

• the first time you even touch his dick he nearly loses it, head tossed back and fingers gripping the sheets

• "fuck.. fuck that feels so good dove, please don't stop"

• he’s so sensitive, his skin feels like it might burst into flames because of how worked-up he's getting

• the sight of him falling apart from a simple hand job is a sight to see, something you weren't expecting to get you going but it is

• you stroke him slow, your grip just loose enough where he ends up having to work for it, all the while you're gauging his expressions

• keigo is a talker, loud and completely unashamed of the filth pouring from his lips as he fucks up into your fist, his jaw slack and his brown pinched in pleasure and concentration

• "please baby, right there. god, you feel so fucking good, please don't stop. fuuuuck"

• when you decide to touch his wings out of sheer curiosity, you weren't expecting to his reaction to turn you on as much as it did

• keigo arching off the bed with a broken "f-fuck!", yanking you forward into a harsh kiss as he moans broken please and appraisals into your mouth, whining

• he finally comes in thick spurts over your hand, his hips stuttering as he thrusts upward to milk the final drops of his come, chest heaving and breathy pants falling against your lips, his hands tangled in your hair

• touch starved, needy, and sensitive

don't get me started on my man's going into a rut. whoo, good stuff.

sorry this is so long!! i got very carried away once i got into it.

if anyone wants to request anything, please do?? i would love that, especially since I'm trying to learn more about this beautiful bird-boy. nonetheless i hope y'all enjoyed!!

♡ ky

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stylesberries · 4 years

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Vegan Cupcakes

Summary: You and Harry have been quarantined together and he needs space.

Genre(s): angst (happy ending)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning(s): angsty stuff, ~foul language~

You and Harry have been quarantined together for several months now and, despite the difficulty and the severity of the situation, you as a couple are having the time of your lives.

Harry was definitely disappointed and upset about not being able to go touring with Fine Line, but the second he heard the news he thought of you.

He has been donating a lot of money and supplies for those in need of it or unemployed while you took your university classes online.

Spending most of the spring together didn’t feel as suffocating for Harry as summer did. Your classes were over and you didn’t take a summer semester, so your time fully revolved around him. Which he liked.

In the beginning.

Until you clung on him like a koala for days and made him cuddle you all the time, which he enjoyed a lot until it became a routine. Harry couldn’t even tell you how he felt because it would hurt your feelings, so he didn’t say anything at all, keeping it all to himself.

“Baby?” You call for him from the kitchen.

Harry rolls his eyes as you, once again, interrupted his flow of thoughts. He gets up from the couch he was laying on peacefully before and walks towards the kitchen, where you are standing holding up a paper so big it covers your whole face.

“Yes?” Harry asks, trying his best not to come out too rough. You placed the paper on the kitchen island in front of you to look up at Harry. You didn’t pay close attention to his annoyance; you were too busy brainstorming what proportion of flour to sugar to take for your vegan cupcakes.

“Harry, do you think I should take 1:2? Like twice as much flour? Or do you want the cupcakes to be sweeter?” Harry watched you ramble, crossing his arms, feeling ~this~ close to bursting. “Or do you think the cupcakes shouldn’t be that sweet because they’ll have sweet icing on top?” You ket throwing question after question at your fuming boyfriend, still oblivious of his irritation.

“Or maybe we should make them both mildly sweet?” Shut up.

“They will be chocolate anyway, right?” Shut up.

“Would you prefer dark chocola-”

“Y/N, shut up already! Can you stop fucking rambling? My head is going to explode from your talking.” Harry explodes, not letting you finish your question, the excited smile leaving your face.

You felt your head being squeezed from sides, pressure increasing at your temples.

“What?” You ask, hoping that you misheard him, knowing deep down that you didn’t because the Harry you knew and loved would never say such a hurtful thing.

“I said shut up. My brain is buzzing from your talking. Do whatever you fucking want.” Harry said and walked out of the kitchen before you could say something to him.

Thinking that he probably isn’t in a good mood and certainly needs space from your rambling you stay back in the kitchen and go back to your recipe with a broken heart and wet eyes. Your hands shake as you brought the paper back up to your face, failing to read any of the words and measurements through a layer of tears that were collected in your eyes.

Even when you were fighting he had never said anything so mean to you before, especially after he found out that your whole life people have been discouraging you from talking, so you closed off and spoke up only when you were directly called out for not saying anything. It took Harry a couple of months to finally get you to open up to him and talk to him without feeling guilty for it. He used to love it when you rambled on and on about things you’re passionate about. At least that’s what you thought.

You spend the next hour making the batter for your cupcakes and baking them, which only took about fifteen minutes. You felt encouraged to go up to Harry when you smelled the chocolate cupcakes fresh out of the oven.

“I’ll put a couple on a plate.” You spoke to yourself placing the freshly baked cupcakes on Harry’s favorite flower plate. “Just like that.”

Talking to yourself was a way you brushed your nervousness and anxiety away. Harry would catch you talking to your reflection millions of times, just standing and secretly watching you sometimes with a wide smile plastered on his face.

You placed the plate on the tray you brought from your trip to Italy and poured Harry some black coffee, placing it next to the warm plate. You picked the tray up and walked out of the kitchen, making sure to watch your elbows at the doorway.

Making your way towards the living room, where you expected Harry to be, you spotted no grumpy boyfriends there.

“He’s probably in the studio.” You spoke to yourself, refusing to let Harry’s bad mood discourage you.

Harry would rarely hide from you in the studio when you’re fighting, usually he would face you and solve the issue before it grows and hurts you even more, so it was unusual for him to run off there.

You brushed the thought off and watched towards the studio door. As you walked closer you could hear Harry talking to someone, but knowing that there is no one home except you two, you understood that he’s talking on the phone with someone. You stood at the door, turning to the side to place the tray on the floor, freeing your hands to turn back to the door and knock, as you didn’t want to interrupt any important calls or interviews that Harry could have with your talking.

Before your knuckles hit the door, you heard Harry’s voice.

“Man, I mean she’s always next to me. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t wait for her to go back to uni for me to get some air.” Harry whines. Your heart stops before going back to beating at a higher rate, full of anxiety.

“Yeah, right! It just feels as if she’s been dreaming of being touchy-feely with someone and now that I’m finally home she can’t get herself off of me.” Harry kept stabbing your heart and laughed at something the person on the phone said.

With every word, you felt more and more empty. You started walking away from the door, bending over to take the tray with yourself not to leave any traces behind.

How could he say something like that?

I thought he loved me.

You didn’t know what you were doing. Your legs moved on their own and you just followed along, tears leaking from your eyes’ inner corners, tracing a way down to your chin. The salty trail wasn’t getting a chance to dry as new tears followed the same path as the ones before did.

When your body reached the kitchen your shaking hands placed the tray on the counter, Harry’s coffee slightly spilling on the tray.

Pain.

Never before have you thought than sadness could physically hurt so much; it hurt like a bitch.

You placed the tray on the table for Harry to find later and walked out of the kitchen to go back to your bedroom to cry in your pillow while he keeps complaining about you to his friend.

Harry came to bed in a couple of hours closer to the evening after looking for you all over the house to apologize for his rough words. When he saw you laying on your side of the bed, your knees pushed up to your chest, the duvet hardly doing its job keeping you covered and warm, he felt guilt running through his veins.

Walking up to his side, pressing a knee on the mattress first, Harry scooted over to you and pulled the duvet to cover you up. He let his arm stay on the duvet wrapping around your fragile form. He moved his upper body closer to yours, his chest pressing against your duvet-covered back.

“Baby?” Harry spoke softly, cautious not to wake you up. When no answer followed he frowned and positioned his face into the crook of your neck, pressing kisses on your neck.

“I’m sorry about earlier, baby. I was very mean to you.” He spoke against your soft skin. “I shouldn’t have exploded like that. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Harry’s apologies kept following one after another and you stayed silent, keeping your act on. You would’ve believed every word of his if only you haven’t heard him say the things he said about you to someone else.

You kept your eyes closed. Harry’s apologies subsided as he slowly fell asleep cuddled into your back. You stayed up that night, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. You wished for the pain inside to leave with your tears but it stayed, eating you from inside, until sunrise when you fell asleep from the emotional exhaustion.

When you woke up, Harry was no longer lying next to you and you were thankful for it. You really hoped that he wouldn’t bring yesterday up, even though you knew he would because he never got to apologize to you awake.

Your stomach growled and you remember that you never got to have dinner the day before, falling asleep drowning in your own sadness.

You quickly got up to sneakily walk down to the kitchen, but you were disappointed to have smelled Harry’s signature chocolate waffles in the air. With your shoulders slumped in defeat you walked down the stairs towards your kitchen.

As you walked through the doorway of the kitchen you saw Harry placing the brown waffles onto serving plates and adding sliced strawberries on top. You stopped your heart from fluttering because you, unfortunately, knew more than you’d prefer to know about how your boyfriend actually feels about you.

Harry felt someone’s eyes on him and turned around to be greeted by your indifferent self. He felt his heart sink as he read the hurt from the day before engraved on the surface of your face. Harry kept fidgeting about the table trying to let you pass to sit in your place next to him and placed the plate of waffles in front of you.

“I made you your favorite, baby.” He spoke unsure of how you would react to any words that left his mouth.

You fought the desire to bite into the warm chocolate waffles that your belly was craving after crying all night long and being left hungry for so many hours and walked up to the counter to get yourself a couple of your ill-fated cupcakes.

You couldn’t see Harry’s head lowering as you dashed his hopes to make it better. Little did Harry know you weren’t upset about his outburst about the cupcakes yesterday, so a couple of waffles won’t help to glue together the ruins of your heart that he shattered.

As you bit into the cupcakes, you stood at the counter facing away from the table, Harry took no bites of his breakfast, staring at your back helplessly. Suddenly he felt small and didn’t know what to do.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, Y/N. I acted like a piece of shit. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” His lips moved as his eyes watched your back for any reaction coming from you, his voice coming out soft and weak.

You stood there, your eyes glossy and your lips curving down in a frown, as you fought back the tears. Harry doesn’t have a single idea of how much pain he’s caused you and how none of these stupid apologies will ever fix the cracks that he left in your heart. You looked over your shoulder at Harry’s similar-to-yours state and hesitated whether or not to open up to him. Harry looked into your eyes with his and held a breath, hoping that you would figure things out. Your eyes broke the eye contact by looking down and speaking up.

“It’s okay.” You spoke and abandoned your plate, walking out of the kitchen, Harry’s eyes observing your every movement.

For the next couple of days, you stayed away from Harry and things were pretty cold between you. Harry would come up to you every day trying to apologize but you wouldn’t let him finish any of those times, leaving the room right away. Hurt was eating you from inside and you didn’t care what he had to say. Harry chose to sleep in the guest bedroom not to make you uncomfortable and you thanked him for it.

As time went by, you cooled down and felt better yourself. Harry gave you all the space you needed and it helped your healing process. You still hurt but you could talk to him now at least. Things went back to normal in most ways except one: you would stop yourself from expressing any kind of affection to Harry and he wouldn’t say anything but it drove him insane. He didn’t know why you wouldn’t kiss or snuggle him like you used to. You also started talking less because of your fight and Harry noticed every single change in your behavior and beat himself up for it.

“Y/N.” Harry walked into the bedroom with an i-can’t-do-this-anymore face on. Your eyes had to abandon the indulging book you were reading as Harry closed the door behind him, which meant he was determined to finally face the difficulty of the situation. Noticing the mood in the room change to a serious one, you placed the book on the bedside table and crossed your legs under the duvet, focusing all of your attention on your restless boyfriend with arms crossed.

“Mhm?” You ask, waiting for him to spit out whatever he’s been putting aside for almost two weeks.

“I’m sorry for that fight, okay? I really am, sweetheart. You haven’t been the same since then and it scares me. I didn’t mean to go off at you like that. You didn’t deserve it at all. I was exhausted and felt shitty myself and took it out on you. It’s not an excuse to yell at you and be so mean, I understand and I’m sorry, beautiful. It was a mistake and it won’t happen again, I promise. Please forgive me, Y/N.” Harry spoke so desperately, his emotions all over the place. He started gesticulating, which you knew meant that he was anxious and frustrated.

“I’m not mad at that, Harry. I forgave you.” You spoke the truth; Harry looked at you with even more frustration behind his now-glossy eyes.

“But you don’t even touch me anymore! You don’t kiss me! You don’t even want to be near-” Harry lets all of his insecurities out, oblivious to the flow of your own that you prepare to pour on him. You couldn’t sit there and listen to him accuse you of being neglectful towards him so you broke in to speak yourself.

“You don’t want me to be around you anymore! You said that yourself! You-you said-” Your voice cracks as tears build up in the corners of your eyes. It became hard to talk. “-said I’m always next to you and you need some space from me always being there.”

The tears that were collecting in your eyes were streaming down your cheeks, Harry’s glance reflecting off of them. Harry couldn't understand what you were referring to but kept listening to you.

“And you didn’t even have the guts to tell me yourself. You whined about how annoying I am to your friend, embarrassing me. It’s supposed to be something kept between us two, not discussed with your friends.” Every word stabbed his heart in same places as it did yours.

Harry’s mind went straight to the call you were talking about. He felt his intestines turn into a knot inside of him, causing him to feel nauseous. He felt like an asshole. It was fair because he was one indeed.

I hurt her.

You don’t want to be around me anymore.

Does she really think that?

You need space from me.

My baby. My angel.

What a fucking piece of shit am I to hurt my precious love like this.

You saw right through Harry’s sudden self-hatred despite the two layers of salty tears between your eyes and his.

“I’m so sorry.” Harry’s apologies filled the room, as pain continued to fill his soul.

“I hurt you. I’m so fucking sorry. It was so wrong to share something so personal with anyone except you. I didn’t even know what I was saying. I can’t live without you.” Harry’s cries became louder and louder as his regret first doubled and then tripled in size. “Your hands, your lips, your beautiful eyes - I can’t live without those things on me constantly. I was such a fool to think that I needed space from you. You’re the love of my life! I love you so fucking much. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I-” Harry's voice was cut by him having to take deep breaths to keep himself together. He placed a hand over his chest breathing in deeply.

You ripped the blanket off of yourself watching Harry closely, getting ready to sprint to his inhaler in case he needs it. Harry saw your reaction to his heavy breathing and rose his hand to gesture that he’s okay. You let out a relieved sign and scooted closer to the end of the bed where Harry stood. When he caught up with his breathing he looked down at you, moving to get on his knees in front of the bed. Harry’s hands flew up to cup your cheeks softly, giving you time to stop him if you wanted to.

“I love you so much, baby. I can’t express how sorry I am to hurt you so much. I don’t need any space from you. I can’t function properly without you on me all the time, without you wrapped in my arms.” Harry spoke and tears kept running down his face. You watched his eyes jump from one side of your face to the other, trying to absorb every single line and curve of your face.

“Fuck, I’ve missed looking at you so fucking much,” Harry speaks up, his face frowning as new tears start flowing out of his eyes. The frown on Harry’s face became more prominent as he understood the severity of the pain he had caused you.

”It’s all my fault.” Harry cries, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, your arms wrapping around him. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Harry kept apologizing the whole night and many days after, not letting you walk further than an arm length away from him. It took him a lot of effort to kick the insecurities that he birthed out of your head, but he kept proving himself to you over and over again.

He is an arrogant son of a bitch, but nonetheless he loves you more than himself.

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yellowcabdriver · 3 years

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assuage

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Warning: none

A/N: here’s some Javier fluff to soothe the wounds of “Anemone”, hope you’ll like it 😚

Summary: Javier is in love.

Javier Peña is not the type to fall in love. Not anymore.

Or so he thought.

It was his unspoken rule—never catch feelings. Javier has been burnt many times, scarred and at this point genuinely frightened of being vulnerable. To be completely rational, he was in no place of being able to afford having such a gaping weakness that could easily be used against him by Escobar's people or, even worse, the embassy.

And it's not like Javier didn’t care. He did and deeply so; he was a passionate man after all. But that was more of a common courtesy for him, his way of being polite. Caring is okay, never catching feelings, though—that was his rule.

However, it seems that every rule has its own exception. And in Javier's case, his exception was resting naked on a pillow next to him, sighing quietly in her sleep.

Javier ruffled his hair and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. Taking a drag, he still couldn't stop staring at your form sleeping soundly with your back turned to him. Something in him stung ever so gently but nevertheless painfully: you always turned away from him in your sleep. Or you would create some sort of barrier between you two, with a pillow or a blanket. Whether you did that unconsciously or not, Javier preferred not to dwell on that for too long because for some reason that made him frustratingly sad and he would just have to sit there and deal with this uncomfortable lump forming in his throat. He never understood why it affected him that much, especially when he usually left rather astonishingly soon after you fell asleep. Maybe that was one of the reasons he never stayed, he thought. Maybe you don’t want him to stay.

The cigarette didn’t bring the usual comfort, only made his throat itchy and mouth all dry and sandpapery. In disappointment, Javier put away the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the nightstand and turned back to you.

Suddenly, you moaned and moved from your side to your back, face all scrunched as if in pain. You opened your eyes rubbing a shoulder that went all stiff because you were lying down in a position that didn’t seem that unpleasant when you drifted off to sleep. The soft movement on your left caused you to sit up with a quiet shriek.

“Javier!” You were looking at him with big surprised eyes and Javier felt the warmth spreading in his chest taking in your disheveled state. Your hair was a mess, you had pillow marks on the right side of your face, and smudged makeup just added to the whole look. He couldn’t help but touch your pillow-marked cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry I scared you, hermosa, couldn’t sleep.”

You unconsciously leaned into his touch and nodded.

“That’s okay, I was just not… um… expecting to see you here at…” You glanced at a clock. “4 am? Wow, usually you’re gone like ten minutes after we finished having sex”, you added with a laughter. Javier’s heart sank at your words as he smiled sadly in response. Did he overstay his welcome?

“I was…” I didn’t want to leave. “I was too tired to go to my place.”

“Javi, that’s okay, you can stay, it’s not like I’m kicking you out or something,” you laughed again reaching out to touch his face but as Javier made an instinctive subtle movement to lean into your hand, you just brushed the tips of your fingers over his jaw and retracted your arm away.

You could’ve slapped him instead, it wouldn’t hurt as much.

“Go back to sleep then. We have a long day tomorrow, you know,” you offered him a gentle smile lying down and once again you turned away from him, hugging a corner of a blanket as you usually do. Javier wanted to scream in frustration. The lack of touch after you two spent half a night bodies intertwined, kissing and covering each other in lovebites was excruciating, painful even. And now he decided that he had enough.

He settled down next to you with a huff snaking his tan arm over your waist. His hand instantly found yours, clutching the blanket to your chest. As he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into the back of your neck he heard you laugh quietly.

“Javi, whatcha doing?” You inquired, amusement apparent in your voice.

“What do you think I’m doing, cariño? I’m cuddling you,” he buried his nose deeper in your hair. You giggled and shrugged from his tickling breath.

“I can feel that. I guess I’m asking what’s gotten into you? First you stayed the night, now you’re cuddling with me. This is so… unyou.” You turned around a little to look back at Javier. “Are you dying?”

Javier couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I hope not.”

But I’d be a lucky man to die in your arms, he thought.

What has gotten into him, indeed?

“Why…” Don’t ask that, don’t ask that, don’t ask that. “Why do you always turn away?”

“Huh?”

Javier sighed instantly regretting this moment of bleeding vulnerability. But he decided to proceed because, well, it was you he was vulnerable about. His hand was still covering yours as he gently stroked it with his callous thumb.

“You are distancing yourself from me, hermosa. After we have sex… you turn away from me-“ He felt you stiffen under his touch. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, Javi, of course not,” you finally released the corner of the blanket and held onto his hand instead. “I’m- you are- God, I can’t believe I’m about to say that.”

“Say what?”

You inhaled and said words that unexpectedly for both of you came out as a whisper.

“I heard you don’t like clingy women.”

“What?”

Frowning, Javier got up on one elbow and turned you to look at him. You smiled awkwardly avoiding looking him directly in the eyes.

“I heard that you don’t like when women are clingy. So I am… giving you space.”

The way you said that, the way you bit your lower lip and cringed at your own words made Javier feel as if someone punched him right in the guts.

He remembered a dumb drunken conversation he had with Murphy one night at the local bar. It was soon after you two started this whole “friends with benefits” thing going. As an assistant, you weren’t usually invited to these sort of afterwork shenanigans, they were mostly reserved for agents. But that time Javier insisted on picking you up after work and bringing you along as he, Murphy and a couple of other agents were sitting at the bar and drinking their problems away. That’s when Javier mentioned that stupid thing about how he liked to have his space and he didn’t like being clung onto after the deed is done. As always, you, being your wonderful considerate and thoughtful self, took into account this little careless remark of his and gave him space which he never wanted in the first place… not from you, at least.

Javier pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered a quiet “fuck” under his breath. You sighed.

“I’m sorry, Javier, I wouldn’t have brought this up, I mean you asked, I answered. Let’s not dwell on this,” you said trying to seem indifferent. You didn’t even have time to react when Javier jolted up and pulled you up with him, cupping your face with his large palms. You had never seen him like this before, desperate and… hurt?

“Hermosa… mi alma… mi corazon… mi amor…” Each word was followed by a soft kiss on your face. “I am sorry, I didn’t… I never meant that. I want your touch, I crave it every night, and it kills me when I have to leave. I want you, I want to stay with you, and I- I want us to be something more if… if you want this, too.”

His monologue left you speechless. You never expected to be awarded with such an unrefined tenderness from Javier, at least, you never thought you’d be on the receiving end. After a brief second of staring into his almost dejected with anticipation eyes, you decided to let go of the constraints you put yourself in and launched yourself onto Javier pulling you both to plump back on the bed. This caused Javier to let out a laugh under you, you had never seen him laughing like that before, beaming with carefree boyish charm.

“I am actually very clingy, Javier, you better not regret letting me go on my merry way,” you warned him as you looked down at him and started covering his face in kisses.

Javier felt the soul-crushing wave of unspeakable tenderness when he felt your unfettered touch that he craved for so long. In a sudden swift motion Javier flipped you both over and now it was him hovering over you, brown eyes gleaming like you had never imagined them to.

“I would never, hermosa, but I’m pretty sure I am the clingy one.”

Javier Peña was not the type to fall in love. But maybe he is now.

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bemylord · 3 years

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aot boys as your boyfriend

♡ character: eren, erwin, armin, jean.

♡ warnings: fluff, gender neutral, some curse words.

♡ note: it's my vision of how aot boyzz will act if they'd fell in love with ya. i already did with levi, so i give a link to that chapter.

ᴇʀᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ

you've been stuck in his head the whole night. he has daydreamed about you almost every night.

eren isn't the weak boy who'd be scared to tell you his feelings, just he has some insecurities about it. maybe he feels something because you did awake his titan when nobody can't do that; maybe because he was listening to your voice while he was a titan.

you're dexterous and have some skills in how to kill titans. eren thought maybe your ancestors are ackerman?

but he decidedly tunes himself to ask you on a date. 'y/n, are you busy?' 'nope, eren, is something wrong?' 'yes, no, but.. would you mind to go on a date with me?' so, you had your first date under stars, gazing at the shooting star and made a wish. after that night, you entered into a relationship with a titan boy, without even knowing it.

eren'd call you love or baby. even if you both are in the public, he doesn't care what whoever will say: you're his lover and he wants to make it obvious to everyone.

when you inside walls, having a quiet, kinda day-off from the training and cleaning, eren calls it cuddie-day. why? nothing better to do than having you in his muscular arms, burying his face into your hair and finally rest. you both have a chat about nothing, just half-muttering 'til you both fall asleep.

it's kinda egoist but when you two outside the wall, eren'll keep an eye on you. he kills titans within twenty meters faster than you, so you could continue riding.

his palms have calluses and scars from the fight that he had in the past, but you think it's manly. you always rub his rough skin when you've got the opportunity. for eren, he'll do everything for you just so you keep rubbing his scabrous skin.

during the cuddle session, yeager will cover your face with quick but gentle kisses, holding your jawline delicate, pattering on your cheeks with his thumb.

eren tries to make you feel happy and loveable no matter what. also makes sure that you're knowing that you're safe and protected by him.

you should whisper in his ear dirty phrase, as he gets in the mood right away.

ᴇʀᴡɪɴ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜ

you're his hope and support, his sun and his moon. you mean a lot to him.

overprotective bby. before every expedition, he'll insist on you to stay inside the wall. it's not about trust, it's about he'll be focusing on you, he'll certify every second you aren't surrounded by the titans and you've enough gas.

still, he prefers you to be home, waiting for him. the thought of you biding your captain and lover, gives him the energy to come home safe.

he allows you to wash and treat his wounds after a mission. you kiss his tensed muscular, giving him a soothing back massage, running your hands on his body. 'you finally home, my love. other people and i are safe because of you and your teammates. i'm very proud of you'

after an exhausted and long trip, he asks for a few days off to spend with you.

as your captain, he needs to make sure you're strong and have knowledge of how to kill enemies.

erwin's palms are huge, so you're comparing your hand by pressing your palms in his. after years of using the vertical maneuvering equipment, he also has some calluses. the captain loves those moments when you're interlacing hands, despite his coarse skin. 'do you like hold my hands even if they're unpleasant to the touch?' you laughed, kissed his outer part of the palm. 'yes i do, captain, and i do like kissing them'

his confident way of speaking, you consider as something cute at him.

you need to obey, that erwin is dominant in the relationship.

his favorite kiss is neck or collarbone; pressing the lips against your smooth area around the neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, and mumbles some phrases - best way to kiss.

erwin calls you sweetie or honey. everyone in the survey corps knows you both are dating.

no one from organizations will dare to flirt or say something rude to you: whether it's military or scout regimen. it's quite simple, they're scared to die or be eaten alive by a titan. 'y/n, honey, i just want you to know that i love you' 'i love you too, my love' before and after mission, in the morning or before you both go to sleep, during cuddle, erwin tells you a lot of i love you's

ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴋɪʀꜱᴄʜᴛᴇɪɴ

i guess jean is the kind of boyfriend who'd hold you by your waist all the time when you're at the public.

those tender and affectional quick kiss on your lips while holding your hands in his.

jean knows what he does whilst kissing you if you get what i mean; holding your waist or he runs his finger down your cheek, drawing patterns on them. in the beginning, jean was timid and uncertain about his movements, he hesitant about what he can do, what he can't. now, he determined the way he kisses his lover.

he likes to brag about you a lot. if someone from the corps is looking at you, he talks to them like that: 'are you jealous that they chose me, not you? get the fuck off them, bastard, or else i'll punch in the face'

he's kinda yandere if someone is staring at you.

if you were brat to him or you had been annoying him for some reason, he'd press you against the wall, holds your hands above your head, smirking at your face expression: he took off guard, you helpless and vulnerable. 'you had been a brat, y/n. do you want my kisses or something more? anyways, i'm here to give everything you've been craving for'

at those moments, jean being as cocky as he could be. he's dominant, controlling your movements, and impudent as fuck.

funny-unfunny jokes; compliments a lot if you feel chagrin or downtrodden. he understood you've been through some difficult problems, and living in the world when you need literally survive every day is sick. that's why jean wants to be your sun and the person who'll protect you.

he prefers to call you heartie [because you got the key to his heart] or angel. 'in the world full of ravenous titans, i want to be the one who makes you smile, heartie. take my hand in your, and let's create our world together'

ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇᴛ

armin is a sweet boy, who'd treat you like a queen.

read a book before fall asleep. you lay down on his chest, listening his calm voice, falling asleep. it's his preferred to end the day.

far beyond the wall, you are acting in unison: he protected you, you protected him. while he's thinking about a strategy you're killing titans or vice versa.

his hugs are warm and cozy. he put his palms at your back, rubbing your skin through the fabric or if you had some spicy night, pattering on your back indecipherable traces;

those dialogues with a cup of tea, when you half-muttering, in the room, that illuminated by the candles, enjoying that atmosphere.

armin loves to take a bath with you. delicately washing your skin, especially if you've got wounds or injuries. once you fell asleep whilst armin was cleaning you.

i think armin would switch. he likes being a dominant one, having right as he wants to, but he also likes when you're taking the control of his body.

armin has small palms with long fingers, milky skin. his hands always warm and delectable to the touch. in addition, armin is a touchy-feely man: he enjoys hugging or interlacing fingers.

idk why but i think armin'd like to have midnight walks on small alleys in the town, dreaming to change this place. he lives here in fear of the unknown what will be next, so armin'll do everything that he could do.

you capture his spirit, make him lose his breath when you smack your lips against his one's. those spontaneous kisses, you know.

occasionally, he gets sudden bursts of tenderness lol but hear me out: you both are doing nothing or training together when suddenly armin wants to kiss or cuddle you. it's just something tantalizing feeling he got. 'you're so beautiful right now, y/n, i want to give you a kiss' 'only now?' you smiled, receiving a shy kiss. armin blushed at your words; he doesn't mean you look unattractive yesterday or something like that. 'i'm sorry, baby, i didn't mean it, i-' 'i've got you, love, don't worry. let me give my kiss' armin gave you a thousand kisses later, as a token of his infinite love for you.

//~~//

yeap i did it. soon part 3 with tsukki-tsukki.

tomorrow i'll post a request with tsukki and do the rest with aot boys.

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—hymne a l’amour (m.)

⟶ pairing: park jimin/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, tiny bits of angst

⟶ word count: 5.5k

⟶ summary: it’s valentine’s day and your boyfriend decides to surprise you in more ways than one. and when you’re dating park jimin, cocky, smart and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of absolutely nothing.

⟶ warnings: dom!jimin, sub!reader, big dick!jimin, sir kink, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, ass slapping, dirty talk, use of degrading names, unprotected sex, mentions of jimin having a daddy kink, jimin being disgustingly sweet boyfriend, oc having at least 2 (two) mental breakdowns, cringy valentine’s day presents

this is eldorado valentine’s day special but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy! xx

Spending Valentine's Day in the city of Paris is like walking through the streets of Beijing and smelling the strong essence of soy sauce and chicken every time you take a breath.

Overwhelming.

(Or at least that's what you think is a good comparison, since you've never stood your foot in Beijing before.)

Paris seems to be on another level when it comes to celebrating Valentine's Day. It's because that's the city of love, someone may say, but no, my friend, it's not just that. French grammar isn't the only stupid thing about said country. Citizens are even weirder, in more ways than one. It's the Eiffel Tower and the smell of garlic that disguises it all when you first visit France.

A week before February 14th, restaurants, cafees and grocery shops are all covered from head to toe in red hearts, chubby cupids, big teddy bears, various kinds of roses and, at the top of that – everywhere you focus your eyes on, you spot those huge inscriptions where words ‘love’ and ‘I love you’ are spelled in hundred different types of swirly fonts.

It's all too kitschy for your liking but tourists and locals don’t actually mind it even a bit. Once a year Paris turns into a set of the most cliché rom-com and no matter how irksome it might feel, you just have to survive this festival of boofonery.

You've always despised Valentine's Day with every fiber of your being (mostly because you hadn’t had anyone you could actually spend this day with) but your judgement took a sharp three-sixty turn when certain blond, charismatic man entered your life. Now, while you’re happily taken, a romantic dinner and a bouquet of red roses don’t sound that bad.

But when you're dating someone like Park Jimin, a smart-ass, cocky and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of abosultely nothing.

It's a little past ten, you’re laying in your king-size bed, a day before the actual Valentine's Day. Jimin informed you he was going to be late for dinner because of some extra paperwork he had to do in the office, so you patiently wait for him. Wrapped like a fancy Christmas gift in a new pair of flimsy, lacy lingerie you recently bought in Victoria’s Secret, all hidden underneath Jimin's baggy t-shirt (the combination of casual and slutty never fails to drive him crazy). The set is cute, in a baby pink colour. The last time you pulled a move like this, Jimin went hard, literally and lyrically.

Let's just say that Park Jimin (and his dick) likes high-quality underwear.

Dating Jimin has taught you a few things, one of them being that his sex drive is insatiable, so you always need to be prepared. That’s why you're now laying here, on your bed, freshly shaved and smelling of coconut, your precious pussy ready to be worshipped by Jimin's mouth.

When you hear the familiar jingle of keys and the door to your apartment swings open, you squeal in excitement, grabbing your phone from the nightstand to scroll through it mindlessly so you don’t come across a girl whose only purpose in life is to get dicked down by her boyfriend.

(Which, right now, is your only purpose.)

“Babe, I’m home!”

You hear Jimin pulling off his shoes and coat, so you shout back, “I’m in the bedroom!”

He seemed to be in a good mood in the morning and if nothing's changed, you're positive about getting some action tonight. A well-deserved orgasm after work it's all you crave. You squeeze your thighs, and wait.

“God, I’m so fucking exhausted.” Jimin announces upon entering the room and as soon as those words leave his mouth, he collapses face down onto the bed. His lifeless corpse smells like sweat mixed with his usual cologne and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

And that’s on getting railed by your boyfriend tonight.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs after a moment, voice laced with tiredness. He grunts and lifts himself up to place a chaste kiss on your lips. He tastes like bitter coffee and it makes you cringe, but you kiss him back nonetheless. He pulls off too fast for your liking and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck instead. He cuddles into your side, mumbling something about you feeling warm.

In your head, you count. When was the last time you two had sex? Right, last Tuesday. Oh boy, what a night it was. Your ass still hurts a little while sitting on a chair, a byproduct of your boyfriend's palm landing smack after smack on your cheeks. Lesson learned: never smile too broadly to the waiter who blatantly flirsts with you. You're sure the whole appartment complex heard that night who makes you feel that good

(As if they don’t already know.)

See? Park Jimin is unpredictable.

“How was work?’’ you decide to ask instead, clearing your thoughts from the inappropriate images of Jimin’s bare body pressed to yours as he fucked you that night. You thread your fingers through his blond locks just the way he likes, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, his words muffled when he speaks. “This new employee can’t do shit. I had to prepare everything before tomorrow's expedition by myself,” he says. “I have to tell Namjoon to fire his ass.”

You falter your movements for a second. Right, the expedition. You completely forgot about it. Jimin's going to be out of town for the whole day, digging in the soil in some French village the name of you cannot pronounce.

It looks like your fancy lingerie has to wait for her big premiere a little longer.

“What time are you planning to be back home?” you ask.

“Dunno. Probably late.” Jimin exhales loudly, his breath tickling your neck. His hand travels to your nude thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. You fight back a moan that threatens to spill from you mouth. You really need to get laid soon. “We set off at 6am.” he adds, tracing circles on your bare skin. Your smile drops.

So the plans for morning sex on Valentine's Day stay where they belong. In your dreams.

“You're so soft. And you smell like coconuts. I could stay like this forever.” Jimin mumbles, circling your waist with his arms and pulling you even closer to him.

You sigh, basking in this situation just for a while, stroking Jimin's hair and listening to his steady breathing until he eventually falls asleep. Still fully clothed, still with his hand on your thigh. Carefully, so you don’t wake him up, you get up from the bed to take off your underwear. You do feel a little disappointed, but it's okay.

When you settle yourself on the bed next to Jimin again, your back facing him, a strong arm pulls you flush to his body. You hear him sighing with relief, and it makes you smile to yourself.

Lights off, everything can wait for tomorrow.

In the morning, just like expected, you wake up alone. There's no sight of Jimin, his side of the bed empty and cold. For your dismay, there’s no bouquet of red roses waiting for you in the kitchen, no box of chocolates or a small, cheesy note with your name written on it. Not even a short “Happy Valentine's Day, baby!” text on your phone. Absolutely nothing.

You tells yourself it’s fine. Maybe Jimin didn’t have enough time, maybe he was too occupied with expedition to prepare something special, maybe the big surprise is yet to come. However, you can’t quite shake off the feeling that something do seem odd and it makes you anxious. Leaving without a single text is not Jimin's style. Not when it's your first Valentine's Day spend together.

You probably shouldn’t worry that much. It's not a big deal, after all you hate those types of annual holidays and Jimin knows it. Yet something about the whole situation makes you uncontrollably uneasy. You have never been like this, vulnerable and sheepish. You hate Park Jimin for turning you into such a softie.

Walking through the streets of Paris makes you feel nauseous. You look at all the happy couples sucking each others’ faces for everyone to see and fight an urge to gag. Someone shouts “Love is in the air!” and you almost throw up. Everytime you see someone holding heart-shaped balloons or flowers, you whip your head in other direction. It's nothing, you keep reminding yourself. A stupid holiday that doesn’t mean anything at all.

But the actual nail to the coffin happens to be the atmosphere in Eldorado headquarters. It drives you absolutely crazy.

It's 12am and still no word from Jimin. You checked: this bastard was online one hour ago, so he just doesn’t want to talk to you. Fine, mister. If this is how you wanna play, try sucking your dick by yourself, beacuse I’m not getting near it anytime soon, you think to yourself, filled with rage.

Yeri wiggles her pretty eyebrows at you and asks about your plans for tonight. You fake a giggle, saying that Jimin will probably surprise you with something when he gets back from his expedition. The words taste bitter on your tongue, especially when the high hopes you had simply melted away this morning. Your friend then starts babbling about the restaurant she's going to with Jungkook after work and you listen to her rant with forced smile on your face the whole time.

Meanwhile, a few meters away from you Hoseok is giggling like a teenager, typing something on his phone, without a doubt (sex)texting his girlfriend. She's out of town and you’re more than sure Hoseok hasn't gone to bathroom ten minutes ago just to take a piss. Even Namjoon is in a pleasant mood today, humming some old ABBA hits under his breath. Yesterday he couldn’t shut up about his date with a girl who’s also his new neighbour. He met her when she came by to give him homemade croissants. Ironically, that sounds a lot like some kdrama lovestory to you, and Namjoon hates kdramas.

During lunch time, you scroll through your Instagram and almost slam your phone on the wall. There's a new photo uploaded on Kim Seokjin's account.

kimseokjin92: Celebrating Valentine's Day on Maldives w @minsuga #couplegoals #boyfriends #valentinesday #loveislove

They are on fucking Maldives. Fucking Maldives! You grit your teeth. It's fine. Completely fine.

But the absolute peek, the moment when you almost break down into tears and curl yourself into a ball of misery, comes in the person of Jeon Jungkook. He enters the office with a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses you have ever seen, a huge grin plastered on his stupid face.

Your heart clenches in your chest. Park Jimin could never.

Jungkook hands Yeri the flowers and she laughs, slapping his chest when he starts declaiming Romeo's monologue from the Shakespeare’s tragedy. He then kisses his girlfriend deeply and lovingly, making her cheeks flush in crimson. Hoseok coos at them, Namjoon following him. You swear you saw Jungkook's tongue in the process of said heavy make out session.

(Jealously is an awful emotion, you've decided a long time ago.)

An hour later, the bouquet stands proudly on Yeri’s desk and you stare at it with melancholy. You briefly avert your gaze to Jimin's desk and the memories flash before your eyes. The same desk he had you bent over, skirt bunched around your waist and cock drilling into your pussy, when you both stayed together at work after hours not so long ago.

You mentally slap yourself. Get your shit together, woman. It's not like he broke up with you. It's just some stupid holiday. It's nothing.

“Something's wrong?’’ Yeri asks you with genuine concern written on her face.

You swallow, forcing yourself to smile. “No, everything's fine. Just a headache.”

She eyes you suspiciously. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” you say. Even though your friend doesn’t look convinced, she eventually stops bothering you.

It's all good. My boyfriend forgot about our first Valentine's Day together but everything's alright. No worries, you want to say instead.

Later that day, when you exit the elevator and walk straight to your apartment, a strange smell of something burning fills your nostrils. Is that food? A real fire? No, that's definitely some meat that stayed too long in the oven.

The closer you are, the smell becomes stronger, like it’s actually coming from your apartment. You furrow your eyebrows.

“What the fuck.” you mutter to yourself.

When you open the door, your jaw falls slack, eyes wide like saucers.

Never, in your entire life, had you thought you would see Park Jimin, your own dearest boyfriend, popping out from the kitchen with his hair disheveled, sweat coating his forehead, wearing a black suit underneath the most ridiculous apron you have ever seen: pink with a big-ass ‘mr good lookin is cookin' written in the middle.

(Can someone remind you why are you dating him? Oh, thank God he isn’t naked underneath.)

He looks completely lost when he spots you, waving awkwardly in your direction. It's probably the first time he touched something in the kitchen that isn’t coffee machine. He’s so flustered that you almost forget he nearly turned your apartment into ashes.

“Hi, babe.” he says sheepishly.

It takes all the willpower you hold not to spit a lung watching your boyfriend who absolutely hates cooking, trying to look unimpressed by the smell of burnt food. He does a pretty poor job though, an apron not helping in the situation.

“Happy Valentine's Day!’’ he exclaims perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, approaching you and planting a kiss on your cheek. And after that, you burst into hysterical laughter.

(Seriously, you almost lose your own breath three times.)

Jimin looks terrified but most importantly – put out. You’re probably hurting his enormous, almost the size of Russia pride right now. (Not your fault Jimin has the biggest praise kink on the planet.)

“Why are you laughing? Is it because of the chicken? Fine, I can’t cook for shit but I tried, okay? I didn’t have enough time and it was the middle of the night in Korea so I couldn’t just facetime my mum for advice and-”

You interrupt his rambling with a searing kiss, effectively shutting him up. He falters for a moment but quickly catches up, pulling you closer to him, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss.

But then, when his about to trail kisses down your throat, you hit his arm.

“What was that for?!” Jimin yelps, looking at you with astonishment.

“I thought you fucking forgot about the Valentine’s Day!” you yell, slapping his chest. “Why didn't you tell me about this?!”

“Because the definition of surprise says you can’t reveal it sooner?” he reponds in a mocking tone.

“Oh, shut up.” you grumble and pull him in for another kiss. You could feel him smiling into it, cheekily biting onto your lower lip. He places a loving peck on your forehead and brushes the strands of your hair behind your ears. There's so much affection in his eyes you could melt into a puddle right here and there.

“I’m sorry. Jungkook told me you looked upset the whole day.” he whispers.

“I wasn't!” you protest.

“He told me you almost cried when he gave Yeri a bouquet of red roses.”

This stupid brat.

You look up at Jimin. “Fine. I was mad. And sad. Everyone was having the time of their lives and here I was, on a verge of mental breakdown because my idiot of a boyfriend supposedly forgot about the Valentine's Day.” you say, crossing your arms over chest with a pout.

Jimin rolls his eyes and takes your hand, leading you to the living room, where a bottle of (your absolute favourite) wine is standing on the table, along with candles and, yes, red roses. It's too cheesy and straight from the cringy rom-coms but you don't mind, because it's Jimin and he poured his heart into this and it's all that matters.

When he approaches you again, he isn’t wearing that stupid apron and you blush at how perfect he looks, almost painfully handsome. His hair needs a cut so it’s pushed back from his forehead. God reincarnated in the form of a smart, cocky archeologist who happens to be your boyfriend.

You're, well, in your black jeans and baby blue sweater and you probably stink, but Jimin assures you with his loving touches he doesn’t mind, never will. He always does that, looking at you with those sparkling eyes which say you're the most beautiful thing in the world for him.

And it doesn't matter how many times you scold him throughout the day, how many banters you have over silly things, because at the end of the day, in each others’ embraces, it feels like home for the both of you.

“Since the chicken chickened out,” Jimin says nonchalantly, filling your glasses with red wine. “We can always get drunk and watch some old romantic movies.”

You smirk. “You cried the last time when we watched ‘When Harry met Sally’.”

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Don't test my patience, sweetheart or you won't get the presents.” he warns.

You raise your eyebrows. You hope one of them comes in the form of his dick. Suddenly, you’re reminded of your lingerie set, so you make a mental note to wear it after the shower. “Can I see those presents now?” you ask, looking at Jimin with pleading eyes. It's exactly three seconds till he softens.

“Fine.” he mutters and heads to the bedroom.

When he comes back, he’s not alone. Literally not alone, because he's caring the most hilarious Valentine’s present you could ever think of. A giant, white teddy bear, almost in the size of him, heart-shaped balloons attached to his right paw.

“This is,” Jimin whips his head to read the name on the bear's chest. “Ted.”

You blink. “You bought me a teddy bear named Ted?”

Jimin opens his mouth to say some witty comment but he stops when he hears you sob. “Baby, sweetheart, what's wrong?” He kneels in front of you, the bear long forgotten on the floor. You burst into tears and Jimin tries to calm you down, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

Once you eventually stop crying and regain your normal breathing, you wipe your tear-strained cheeks and look down at your very much worried boyfriend. “You are an idiot, Park Jimin. A fucking idiot. That teddy bear is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen and I should humiliate you for giving me that but...” You take a deep breath. “But I can’t. Because I fucking love you, dumbass.”

The corners of Jimin lips lift in amusement but you’re clearly not done with your little speech, so he waits until you finish. “You organized the most cliché date ever. You read all the Grey's books. You can’t cook for shit and this stupid apron you wore? God have mercy,” You visibly cringe. “You declaim Greek philosophers when you shower. Fuck, you persuaded me to do teacher-student roleplay and I kept calling you daddy during the whole thing because you asked me to. You are everything I despise but at the same time I love you so much,” you say, tears once again welling in your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m telling you this now, even though I've realised this a long time ago.”

Jimin’s silent, so unlike him, declaring his emotions with a huge grin this time. He stands up and picks your body into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you both to your bedroom. He places you gingerly onto the mattress, hovering over your figure.

(Your fancy lingerie can wait for another occasion.)

“I love you too, ___.” he says, staring into your eyes. “You’re making me the happiest man in this world.”

You roll your eyes, however there’s no use for that because your cheeks are already tainted red. “Oh, stop being such a sap.”

He smirks. “You love when I’m like this.”

“That is, in fact, not true.”

You’re lying and he knows it, but he always lets you banter with him like this anyway.

“Then what do you want me to be today?” he asks, his hands travel down to your zipper, then pull down your jeans. “Sweet? Loving?” He helps you take off your sweater and you’re left with nothing on beside your underwear. “Or do you want me to be rough? Push you around and fuck you stupid?” You gulp, your attitude successfully shut down. “Come on, use your words.”

Somehow, you manage to gain your composure. “Want you to take off your clothes first.”

Jimin chuckles, lowly and with a promise of more to come if you’re patient and behaving well, according to his commands. “You’re not the one to give orders here, baby.” he retorts. Then, he’s gripping your knees, pulling your legs apart and putting your pussy on full display for him.

There’s already a dark, wet patch forming on your grey panties and he tsks disapprovingly. “You’re wet and I haven��t even touched you yet. You want it that much, huh?”

You nod. “Please, touch me.”

“Try again.”

So he’s in that mood today. You’ve explored a fair share of kinks with Jimin so far and what you know for sure is that he always takes the leading role in bed. He likes to dominate, be the one in charge, railing you into the mattress until you’re crying out so loud your neighbours are banging on your walls.

You slip into your role naturally, your usual confident behaviour gone and replaced with timidity. He relishes in seeing you like this, helpless and vulnerable, a stark contrast to how you act on daily basis.

Jimin pins you with his dark stare and you give in. ‘”Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He rewards you with a feather-like touch of his fingers on your pussy. He finds your clit with ease, rubbing it with practiced strokes until more juices drip down from your hole, wetting your panties embarrassingly fast. Your legs shake with want for more, to feel him sink his digits knuckle-deep into your cunt and finger you like he did that one time in a bathroom on your flight to Japan.

He doesn’t seem the slightest bothered with your state, ignoring your pleading eyes and wanton moans. He hasn’t even taken off your underwear yet and you’re already on the verge of an orgasm.

Jimin knows your body inside and out, probably better than you do, so it doesn’t come as a surprise to you that he can sense when you’re about to climax. He withdraws his hand from your center seconds before your release. You can’t help but huff with annoyance.

“Something's wrong, babygirl?” he asks, saccharine-sweet and annoyingly innocent.

Your retort dies on your tongue the moment he decides to unbutton his white dress shirt. You’re too distracted with delicious lines of his sculpted chest to complain about your denied pleasure anymore. Your hands itch to touch him but you stay immobile, devouring him with your eyes instead.

Jimin notices you're staring and smirks. “Like what you see?”

You nod. “Yes, sir.”

He then stands up from the bed and motions for you to come closer. You oblige without an ounce of confusion, crawling until you’re sitting on your heels in front of him. It’s a rather humiliating position but you can’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline in your veins when he cups your chin and tilts your head up.

“Take off my pants.”

You rush to obey, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands because you know what’s coming next once his pants are pulled down. He’s already hard, the prominent bulge of his cock straining in his briefs.

“Now my underwear.”

You nearly moan out loud when his cock slaps his abdomen, mouth salivating to take him in deep but you don’t dare touch him without a directed instruction. He makes sure your eyes are on him and starts stroking himself, spreading the precum all over his length, hissing when his thumb rubs the sensitive head of his cock.

Jimin groans, low and throaty, and you whimper quietly in response. “What, baby? You want my cock that much?” he asks, his left palm cupping your cheek. You whisper a meek “Please” and he chuckles. “Come on then. Show me what that slutty mouth of yours can do. Open up.”

Your lips part on command and you nearly moan when he guides his cock into your mouth. You’ve sucked Jimin's dick enough times to know what he likes, what brings him to the edge quicker than hitting the back of your throat. You lick the tip of his cock, eyes darting to check his reaction and, just as you expected, his features twist in pleasure.

You relish in a minute or two of the control you have over him before he grows bored with your teasing and decides to fuck your mouth instead. But for now, you make sure to have him suffer a little for that stunt he pulled earlier when he didn’t make you come.

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks for extra stimulation. Your hands reach to fondle his balls and you smirk around his cock when you hear a groan leave Jimin's mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, moaning at the praise. “My pretty slut.”

The first hit on the back of your throat makes you gag because fuck, is he big. The only thing bigger than Jimin's ego seems to be his dick, apparently. When he threads fis fingers through your hair you know what’s about to come; jaw relaxed, saliva dripping down from the corners of your mouth, you’re ready to be ruined.

He withdraws, giving you exactly five seconds to breathe and then pushes forcefully inside. Your mind is filled with mental images of him giving your pussy the same treatment later. You would whimper at the thought, if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of dick. Instead, you give your best, swallowing every inch of him obediently.

“That’s it,” he rasps, clamping one hand on the back of your neck for better leverage. “You’re doing so good, baby.” When he nudges the back of your throat again, you feel him throb. He pulls away from the warmth of your mouth seconds later, panting heavily. He falls back onto the bed and pats his thighs. “Come here.”

You scoot closer to him and crawl onto his lap. He smiles at you from below, pulling you in for a kiss. The hands he previously gripped your waist with now travel upwards, unhooking your bra. Your hips unconsciously move, pussy gliding along the flexed muscles of his thigh.

Jimin notices your desperate attempt at getting some friction on your most sensitive parts and helps you rock your hips. He moves your panties to the side and you moan, felling the delicious pressure on your bare center. He’s watching with amusement as you’re falling apart on his thigh, thumb reaching to rub your clit. You cry out, climaxing so hard you’re almost seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

He keeps helping you ride out your high until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. “Did you like it?” he then asks, urging you to look at him. “You were so desperate to come, sweetheart. Fucking yourself on my thigh like a bitch in heat,” You whine instead of responding, earning a harsh smack on your ass. “Use your words.”

Another slap lands on your cheek and you mewl. “Yes, I loved it, sir.”

He chuckles, maneuvering your body so you’re now positioned over his cock. He gives your ass a firm squeeze and you whimper, arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs despite orgasming just minutes ago. “Ride me, baby.” he says.

You hurry to obey, guiding his cock inside you. It's a tight fit but your wetness makes it smoother to push him deeper. “So big,” you mumble, bottoming out. You know damn well Jimin likes to be praised and if the smirk that stretches on his lips is anything to go by, he enjoys what you just said. “That feels so good, sir.” You start moving your hips languidly.

“Yeah?” Jimin quips, hands gripping your waist so tightly it almost makes the skin bruise. “Then show me what a good girl you are for me. Fuck, look at you. You’re so hot.” His palms cup your breasts, thumbs stroking your nipples.

You keen at the praise and quicken your pace. Your thighs start to burn but you ignore that, bouncing on your boyfriend’s dick like there’s no tomorrow. The room is filled with lewd noises, skin slapping on skin. Jimin looks down, staring at his cock coated in your juices as it disappears inside your hole. He curses at the sight.

Your legs start to shake, huffs leaving your lips. “Sir–please,” you whine, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.

“What do you need, babygirl?” he asks, pinching your nipples. You squeal, your pace losing its previous rhythm.

“I’m so close.” you stammer. “Please–touch me.”

“Where you do you want me to touch you, baby?” He ignores your whimpers, the way your pussy keeps squeezing his cock in a vice grip. “Here?” He touches your tits again and you shake your head violently. “Or here–” His fingers find your clit and you cry out loudly. You feel so full, his cock hits your cervix every time you drop down onto him.

“Yes, yes,” you chant, mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut. You probably look right now like a professional porn star but you couldn’t care less, not when you’re so close to the climax. “Sir–fuckfuckfuck, please!”

“There you go,” Jimin coos, circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. “Come for me, baby.”

You’re gushing around his dick, arousal leaking out of your hole and coating his thighs with your release. Your upper body gives out and you collapse onto Jimin, your cunt pulsing from the intense pleasure you’ve just experienced.

“Oh god,” you mumble. “I just saw the answer to the whole universe.”

You feel Jimin's chest shaking with laughter and when you look up, you find him grinning at you. “That good?”

“That good.” you confirm, sighing tiredly.

“Are you okay?” You hear him asking. No matter how much he likes to push you around and fuck until you’re seeing stars, he always makes sure if you’re feeling comfortable to continue.

You spare him a nod. “You know I can handle it,” you say, lifting yourself up. “I’m a tough girl, right?” Despite the oversensitivity, you start rocking your hips again. “M-made for you.”

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, made for me,” he confirms and slaps your ass. Your pussy flatters around his cock. “Not like this,” he mutters and turns you onto your back with one, swift motion. “Much better.”

You pout. “You didn’t like it when I was riding your cock, sir?” You’re bluffing, but a girl can her fun too.

He clicks his tongue, guiding his cock through your folds again. “Oh, baby, I was enjoying it very much,” he says, picking up his speed. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. “But now I want it harder.”

He fucks you just like he likes the most; fast and rough, unforgiving. He leans down for a messy kiss that’s all teeth tongue and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees his saliva dripping down your chin.

(He decides right here and there that he might wanna explore his newfound fantasy soon.)

Soon you’re feeling the coil in your stomach tightening for the second time, embarrassingly quickly so. You moan, cunt squeezing around his dick. “Again?” Jimin asks, voice laced with both mirth and disbelief. Tears well in your eyes and you give him a nod. “Such a fucking slut.” he spits, slithering himself into you even faster than before.

Your third and final orgasm is so powerful and sudden, it nearly makes you black out. Jimin curses, fucking you through it. “Kiss me,” you whimper deliriously and he obliges, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “I love you.” you whisper into his lips and that’s what sends him over the edge.

“I love you, I love you–fuck.” he groans and spills himself inside, coating your pussy with his seed.

He collapses next you, chest heaving with every exhale. Your legs feel like jelly and you know you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Just when you’re about to tell Jimin to call in sick and spend the whole day in bed instead, he suddenly sits up.

“Wait, I forgot I have another present for us.” he says, rushing to pick something up from underneath the bed.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jimin, I swear to God, if you bought us matching t-shirts–”

He grins like a child, showing you two white pillows, the most basic ones you could ever think of, with ‘his side’ and ‘her side' written on them. It's cringy and ridiculous and you fight an urge to punch him, but you don't.

Because it's Jimin and you will never complain about it.

Because you love him. And that's all that matters.

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meow-sic · 3 years

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they call you annoying

𓆝 includes : joe , langa , reki x !gn reader !

𓆟 genre : angst to fluff !

𓆞 authors note : back to writing! :)

joe / kojiro

you followed behind kojiro with cherry. today was supposed to be a nice day, if joe didn’t have to flirt with every girl he saw.

you and cherry talked about mindless things until you and kojiro got to the car. you hugged cherry goodbye and he told you to text him later.

you got in the car, kojiro didn’t even notice your off behavior. he put a hand on your thigh in the car and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“today was fun, yeah?” he turned on the car and began to back out of cherry’s driveway to go home.

“mhm,” you mumbled back, looking out the window. he was confused, but he brushed it off maybe thinking you were tired from the day.

“so…when do you think we should do that again? maybe we can invite langa and reki next time?” he tried to lighten the air.

but you kept shutting it down, only replying with a: “yeah” or “mhm” or sometimes, just a nod of your head.

once you got home you instantly went to your shared bedroom with a slam of the door. he huffed and threw his arms up in the air in confusion.

he mumbled a few curses under his breath in frustration, but he walked up to your room and knocked.

“hey, you okay?” he asked as he opened the door and walked in. you were sitting on the bed.

you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him forever, not when he’s wrapping his arm around your shoulder sympathetically.

you wiped the few tears that threatened to fall. “i just- i don’t like it when girls are constantly around you,” you expected endless apologies and affirmations.

but instead, he unwrapped his arm from your shoulder and scoffed. “what? i cant help that girls are around me all the time.”

your mouth dropped agape and your eyebrows furrowed. “e-excuse me? i’m trying to tell you how i feel and you’re literally dismissing it! what, because you want-what? female attention!”

“just because you’re insecure that doesn’t mean i can’t hangout with other people,” he scoffed. “you’re being so annoying right now.”

he didn’t look back at you until he heard sniffles. “wait i’m- i-“

“i’m going to go since, you know, i’m annoying,” you got up and walked out the room. joe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

after a while, once he talked to cherry about it, he goes to talk to you to apologize for the way he was acting.

you sat on the couch, arms crossed with your cheeks puffed as you watch tv. he smiles, he thinks you look adorable.

he comes up behind you and hugs you. “m sorry. you’re not annoying, and you weren’t being insecure. i’d be the same way seeing guys drool over ya.”

you simply sighed, not quite ready to forgive him yet. “you’re forgetting something.”

he made his way around the couch and layed his head on your chest. “and i love you.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, “mhm. i love you too.”

langa hasegawa

he’s usually so calm with you, patient, always waiting and willing to listen to your view of the story to make sure you’re most comfortable with him at all times.

but when he started to practice more, then he started to invite reki everywhere.

you adored reki, but you wanted some time with you and your boyfriend to yourself. you barely have any time anymore to yourselves.

you met him at his apartment, his mom was gone at work and you studied while you waited.

when he came back, it was pretty late. you turned towards him and gave a soft smile. “hey hon.”

“hey, you’re here late,” he hung up his work shirt on a hanger and changed into what he usually would wear to S.

“wa-wait are you leaving?” you asked, standing up. he furrowed his eyebrows. he usually leaves once work is done.

“yeah?”

“i just thought we could spend some time together,” you said quietly. he paused, “but we spend time together already.”

your heart paused for a moment. it was clear already he wasn’t going to see your point. you hesitated to reply, “yes.. but when we do, reki is always along. i thought we could have time to ourselves, maybe to watch a movie and something?”

“i fail to see your point.” he shot your statement down right away. “we hang out everyday, with reki or not we’re still together.”

you swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “langa, you don’t understand-“

“look, i really don’t have time right now and you’re being quite annoying about this topic. i promised i would meet reki and miya five minutes ago. you’re being quite a handful right now.”

and with that, he left. you rubbed your face in frustration and decided to leave. you didn’t even bother to leave a note or shoot him a text.

you were really upset that he excused his feelings. but, to avoid further argument of you being a ‘handful’ you decided to give him some space.

langa wasn’t that affectionate in public to begin with. a small hand hold, or head kiss was fine enough. but now, it seemed like you would want someone in between you two when walking.

one day, he asks you to come over. you were scared, you didn’t want to break up, and you figured that’s what he wanted to talk about. you just wanted to give him space.

so when you made your way into his room and sat next to him, you just broke down. the whole week of avoiding him was hell enough, but too add to it your mom was mad at you, you had too much homework, and you were overwhelmed with work.

he wrapped his arm around you and comforted you. “hey, hey what’s wrong? why have you been avoiding me all week?”

“because—“ when you went to explain yourself you realized how stupid you felt. you put your face in your hands. “i feel dumb saying why.”

he shushed you and rubbed the side of your arm. “it’s not dumb if it made you avoid me for a week. you can tell me, promise.”

“last week you called me annoying and a handful. i just didn’t want to be annoying to you so i thought giving you space would help. i was scared to tell you how i felt since when i did you just went off to skate with reki after i told you i was upset about that.”

he pause for a second to take your words in, then he sighed. “i was being a jerk, and i didn’t mean any of it. i’m sorry for dismissing your feelings, how you feel is totally valid and i’ll try working on it. you aren’t annoying, okay?” he pushed your hair away from your face to cup it so he could kiss your nose.

“how about we watch the movie you wanted to last week, yeah?”

reki kyan

reki was back into his seasonal depression episode. it usually happens towards the winter, where school gets stressful, skating also gets stressful where he wants to do nothing but lay around.

langa and miya have told you about his seasonal depression, but you didn’t think it would be as bad as it is.

his mother stood in the doorway, “oh, good, you’re here! reki is in his room, he’s going through a tough time right now.”

you nodded and walked past her. you creeped open the door and knocked on it with your knuckle.

he didn’t look good. his hair was a mess, his clothes were dirty, and it looks like he had just woke up.

at 12:10pm.

“reki..” you sighed and walked over to him. you sat by his legs and brushed his hair with your fingers. “honey i know it’s tough, but why don’t you take a shower?”

he groaned. “no. cant.”

you weren’t sure how to comfort him. you wanted to give him what he wanted, and leave him be, but you knew he would never get better then.

before you could even say anything he spoke up. “why are you guy even here?”

“langa told me that you were having a tough time..” you trailed, still playing with his hair.

something in him must have snapped, because he wacked your hand away and sat up abruptly. “i am, so i think you should leave.”

you scoffed slightly. “reki, i know you’re going through a tough time but you can’t speak to me like that, i just want to help.”

“we’ll clearly you’re not helping so leave,” his eyes stared you down. your entire happy mood of trying to help him and being excited to be with your boyfriend was ruined.

“bottling up how you feel won’t help reki!”

he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. “fine! you want me to tell you how i feel?” he yelled.

you flinched slightly at him yelled and swallowed the lump in your throat. you just looked down at your lap while he stood up in front of you.

“how i feel is that you’re annoying and clingy! i cant ever have a moment to myself, you always try to act like you need me! you don’t need me and i don’t need you!” his breath was heavy and his voice cracked as he yelled at you.

you sobbed. you didn’t-couldn’t say anything. you just got up and left. he sighed, irritated and ran his fingers through his hair again. he felt the warm spot in the back of his head, the spot where you were petting, trying to comfort him.

he knew he screwed up. so the week after that, he gave you flowers, apologies, kisses, and affirmations to make you feel how you did before.

but it could never heal what he did say to you, those words stuck with you. so now you always try to give him space. you try not to be annoying, and clingy like he said. the week of sweet things he did for you wasn’t enough to fix the wounds he’s caused.

“you’ve been really spacious recently. is everything alright?” he asked one night while you two were cuddling in his room. you were actually quite far away from him.

he was feeling pretty touch starved, and craved your touch. but all you replied with was a “mhm, i’m fine.”

“are you sure? you can always talk to me.”

all the emotions you tried to keep from him finally let out. you covered your face, embarrassed, as you cried.

he quickly hugged you, “hey you can tell me what’s wrong.”

“do you really think i’m annoying and clingy?” you asked.

he remembered that night, making him upset you believed his words that he didn’t even mean. “no! oh, God, of course no! honey, you’re not annoying or clingy.”

“you sure..?”

“yes! i’d never mean it, ever in a million years,” he kissed your head. he continued to hold you until you relaxed into his arms, and eventually fell asleep.

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mellowswriting · 3 years

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Cuddling

**This was the most requested headcanon and I had so much fun writing it! Enjoy!!

Mando:

There were many things Mando didn’t realize he was missing out on until he met you. Basic things, like a healthy eating and sleeping schedule or having someone to just exist with in his ship. But the first time you curled up against him with your head tucked into his neck and one arm tossed over his chest… well, he was damn glad it was pitch black in the bunk so you couldn’t see how red his face had become.

How had he missed out on this for so long? The skin on skin, the feeling of your heartbeat and slow, peaceful breathing… having you in his arms is absolute heaven.

Once he realizes just how much he loves cuddling you, Mando will pull you against him literally whenever he wants. He loves pulling you into his lap when he’s piloting, especially when you straddle his thighs and just snuggle right into him, chest to chest. The amount of times he’s slung his arm over your shoulder and tucked you into his side while you sat in some cantina makes you automatically slide closer to him without a second thought.

He doesn’t really have a favorite way to cuddle you - anytime he has his hands on you is a good time - but he does particularly enjoy the post-sex, hazy cuddling. Your hands wander in the darkness, your fingers trail down his sternum and over his belly, along his ribs. It almost tickles, but your touch feels so damn good. The warmth of his skin against yours, still sweat slick and sensitive, soothes a need deep inside him to have you close and safe.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

Frankie is a very hands on lover. If it isn’t the all-encompassing press of his entire body against yours, he’s at the very least got one hand on you somewhere. He’ll pull your legs into his lap while the two of you are sitting on the couch together, curl one hand over your inner thigh while he’s driving and singing along to the radio in his truck, tuck his hand into your back pocket while you’re out in public together.

But if he had his way, Frankie would just crush you into his bed every second of every day. He’s the type to wrap his arms around you and tuck one leg between your thighs and just… hold you close. It’s one of the few times where his mind can go peacefully blank, all his worries and stress falls away and the only thing that he can focus on is the warmth of your skin.

Frankie loves either almost or completely naked cuddling. As much skin on skin as he can manage, and this man is in heaven.

He prefers to spoon you, to wrap you up in his arms and bury his face in your hair. He can feel your breathing, every shift of your body in your sleep, and on the nights where he can’t sleep, it’s easy to ground himself with the line of your entire body against his.

Another thing about Frankie? He’s possessive. Not in a demeaning way, but it’s just that… you’re his, just like he’s yours. The boys rib him about it hard, too, but it doesn’t deter him. Frankie will still pull you into his lap and latch those greedy hands onto your thighs or ass with a shrug. No shame with this one.

Javier Peña:

Ugh. This man.

For someone who claims not to love it, he’s an amazing cuddler. He presses kisses all over your shoulder, face, and neck, rubs his hands over your arms and thighs in soothing circles, and just… holds you. Tight and firm against his chest, which rumbles so nicely as he mumbles about anything that pops into his head as he tries to fall asleep.

He grumbled the first few times but once you get situated against him, good luck getting away. The few times you’ve tried to get up to pee or get water always results in him pulling you closer the second you start to wiggle away and almost whining when you finally break free. If you give him a few kisses and promise to come back to him immediately, he’ll let you go. But if you’re gone longer than a couple minutes, he’s coming to find you and drag you back into his bed so he can snuggle you and fall back asleep.

Javier would never admit it aloud let alone ask for it, but he wants you to lay on him. Like, full on, chest to chest, your face tucked into his shoulder and your legs tangled with his. The full-body press of your weight against him is beyond calming and every time you do crawl on top of him, he could just tear you apart. It’s such an intense feeling, it explodes in his chest and all he can do is wrap his arms around you and dig his fingertips into your soft flesh.

Ezra:

After a long and exhausting day of harvesting, Ezra loves curling up with you. His body is aching, his mind exhausted, and you provide a solace that can’t be found anywhere else. He loves to lay his head on those soft thighs of yours and doze while you read or tinker with whatever metal you’re trying to fix.

It’s impossible for him not to hold you or be held by you in some way. If you sit down next to him, he’s pulling you as close as possible, as if he’s trying to meld the two of you together, consume you, make you his entirely.

These are the times that Ezra really feels like he doesn’t deserve you. You’re so...soft. So giving. So gentle. Ezra doesn’t see himself as a good man. The exact opposite, actually. How could he ever deserve so much good? He only whispers those fears to you in the dead of night, when all has settled and the only sounds are the steady whirring of pod’s the air filters and you’re practically on top of each other on the cot only meant for one. You just hold him as he speaks, running your fingers through his curls and resisting the urge to interrupt him. He deserves to get it all out.

But once he’s done. You whisper your praises right back to him, pausing every few words to kiss him anywhere you can reach; his cheeks, his lips, his neck, his chest. You tell him how much you love him, how admirable his hard work is, how funny he is, how his voice drips like honey with that drawl that gives you shivers. He’ll hold you even tighter, something you didn’t think possible.

Marcus Pike:

PERFECT BOYFRIEND ALERT

However you’re willing to cuddle him, Marcus is there and ready to goooo!!! He lives for those early morning, groggy moments where he’s just woken up and the very first thing he sees is you, your face slack and peaceful with sleep, a bit of drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. If he’s sure you’ve gotten a good amount of rest, Marcus happily kisses you awake and keeps you in bed for as long as possible. It feels so natural, it has from the very beginning.

Marcus is the type who knows what he wants, but his previous heartbreaks have him hesitant in that sureness. The first time he woke up with you on his chest like that had been entirely unintentional. Neither of you had meant to fall asleep, obvious by the fact that he was still in his slacks and you in your jeans, and Marcus didn’t want to intrude or be presumptuous, so he tried to slip away. You woke, of course, and he tried to apologize, but you just smiled at him and said, “You’re so warm. Get back over here.” Marcus was in awe as you began unbuttoning his dress shirt, muttering about wanting him to be comfortable. Once he was down to his boxers and you were down to your tank top and underwear, you just snuggled right back up to him. You rubbed your cheek on his bare chest as you settled in and it took Marcus’s breath away. That was when he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life like this with you.

And he makes good on that every single day.

His favorite place to cuddle is in his bed. The plush mattress and soft blankets make it even more comfortable to lay with you for hours like he wants to. Marcus loves spooning because he can touch you all over; he can hold your hand, rub your thighs, grab onto your ass. Plus it’s the perfect way to wake up when you playfully grind against his morning wood.

But the ultimate position? Your legs over his shoulders, his head leaned back towards your belly. It’s his favorite way to prop his head up to see the television as you lean against the headboard and read a book, the two of you simply enjoying each other's presence and warmth.

Max Phillips:

Fuck, you’re just so fucking warm and soft and Max cannot get enough. His body temperature isn’t frigid, just a few ticks below normal thanks to his undead status, but it’s enough to be able to notice a difference. You warm him up better than any steaming cup of coffee or heavy blanket ever could.

That’s why he straight up lays on top of you. Max ignores your grunts and annoyed sounds as he clambers on top of you and buries his face in your neck. He can hear your pulse, smell the sweet, delicious smell of your blood, and feel your warmth like this. You’ve practically got a purring vampire on your hands like this.

Max loves to feed off of you while he snuggles and I refuse to believe otherwise. He gives you the puppy dog eyes even though he really doesn’t need to beg. The sight of you sweeping your hair off to one shoulder is enough to have him squishing you into the mattress and burying his teeth in your neck.

He’s even more handsy when he’s practically drunk on your blood. Max is 100% gonna try to fuck you while he feeds off of you.

Pero Tovar:

Pero didn’t really know the simple pleasure of curling up with someone he loved. He knew fucking, usually a utilitarian visit to a brothel to ease some of the tension that plagued him. That wasn’t the kind of situation he stuck around to cuddle afterwards. You show him, though.

The first time you turned over to lay your head on his chest, Pero didn’t know what the fuck to do with himself. He kept his hands raised with his elbows propped up on the mattress and stared down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. Eventually he lets his arm settle over your shoulders but that’s as far as he goes, not yet realizing that he can find comfort here.

Slowly but surely, Pero begins to find solace in your embrace and once he learns that it makes you feel safe and loved, he can’t get enough. He craves it, the feeling of your body pressed against his under the blankets of your shared bed, the way you rub his calves with your feet, the contrast of your soft, supple skin against his scarred body.

He’s a nuzzler, especially when he first wakes up. He loves to rub his face against your neck and shoulder, especially since his facial hair makes you giggle and squirm against him. It’s a delightful, bright sound and the perfect way to start his day. It can be difficult to convince either of you to get out of bed to tend to your daily chores. Yes, the firewood needs to be cut and there are clothes that need mending, but a few more minutes spent in each other’s arms won’t hurt, right?

Maxwell Lord:

Not gonna lie, the first few times you were in Maxwell’s bed was not for soft and sweet purposes and there wasn’t any cuddling happening afterwards, either. No, it was always hot and heavy sex followed by snatching up clothes and leaving with a wink and the promise of ‘see you next time’. It was therapeutic, the mutual stress relief of meaningless sex.

Until it suddenly wasn’t so meaningless.

That first time Maxwell woke up in your bed had been entirely accidental. Both of you were absolutely exhausted before he fucked you into your mattress, so afterwards you were dead to the world. He was only going to close his eyes for a few minutes, but then he woke up with his chest pressed against your back and your hair in his face and why the fuck wasn’t he panicking. He feels like he should be panicking. But instead, the soft rise and fall of your chest was mesmerizing. Maxwell blamed the fact that your breasts were still bared for his greedy eyes and shook it off.

The second time, though? Maxwell found himself needing you there. The last time the two of you had sex, you had left his penthouse with a lingering kiss and a satisfied smile that had pride burning a hole through his chest, but he couldn’t fucking sleep. So when you sighed and swung your legs over the side of his bed, Maxwell’s arms wrapped around your waist and dragged you back to the middle of his huge bed.

“It isn’t safe for you to be walking around at night, you can wait until morning.” But you could see through his convenient excuse right to the vulnerability in those pretty brown eyes. So you laid right back down and couldn’t help but smile when Maxwell’s arm hesitantly fell over your waist. The way you melted into his embrace made Maxwell pull you flush against him and bury his face in your hair.

That morning you woke up to Maxwell getting dressed and what a sight that was. The moment he realized, he left the room and returned a moment later with a coffee from your favorite cafe. He was almost bashful when he shrugged and said he had it delivered so you wouldn’t have to rush out. You weren’t bashful about dragging him back into the bed, though. Ever since then, it was an unspoken and expected comfort.

Maxwell likes spooning. He feels like he’s keeping you safe with his body curled around yours. And if you’re entirely naked against him, he’s even happier. All of that bare skin for his greedy hands…

He also loves laying his head on your chest. You always play with his hair (you’re the only person he lets do that, too) and it makes shivers dance along his skin. Again, bonus if you’re naked but there’s no guarantee that he won’t tease your nipples until they’re pebbled and sensitive.

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alixdelcourt · 3 years

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You're way too precious to me

Ft. Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari x female reader

Genre : angst, deep and dark angst (I had hard time writing this) and slight comfort in the end

WC and warnings : 2.7 k / Angst, dark mood, hurt feelings, depression, emotional burn out, light mention of self-harm, crying and feeling down. Please be careful reading this, and skip it if you're insecure or having mental troubles, I struggled writing this and felt hurt myself, so please be careful.

Note : I hope that I achieved your request okay, @d3nk1x, and that it's what you requested for. I discovered that I am not that comfortable with angst... I definitely prefer fluff or smut. This isn't for me... So maybe it's not well writen. Please let me know.

Dating katsuki Bakugou is quiet a big deal, and not always an easygoing relationship. All the anger, frustration and brutality he bottles inside of him prevents bakugou from being a perfect boyfriend. But, whatever ! Who needs perfection anyway ? When you felt in love with him, you were aware of all these matters. You love him just the way he is. After all, love is for the better and for the worse, so you always find your way forgiving his roughness and harsh attitude.

But, lately, you find yourself patching up your own feelings and emotions because of him. You have more and more trouble taking the blows, and some wounds of yours refuse to heal. So you slightly change, trying to give him hints of your unhappiness, of your insecurities. But in vain…

Today has been particularly tough, and you just feel… down. You need whatever comfort you can find, and you’re craving for your boyfriend affection. But today hasn’t been a good day for him as well. He lost all his training sessions to Kirishima and Deku, and he’s pissed off. So when you came up to him and asked for a few caring, he just… erupts. You were a sadness soused combustible, and his fury sparks caught fire on you so well. He poured all of his raging emotions on you, and the words he spat to you were like sharp knives cutting your skin and letting all of the pain seep deep into you.

… You just wanted some cuddles. Was it too much to ask ? Just a pinch of affection to sprinkle on your illness. An ounce of empathy. And here you are, buried under your blanket, fist clenched, closed eyes crying, and all your body shaking because of the your hurted feelings. His words keep streaming in your mind, destroying you a little more every time they start again.

“Stop clinging at me like you do ! Look at you, you seem so miserable right now… It really pisses me off.

“Please… Katsuki… I need you… I need your-”

“ F*ck off ! You’re always so whiny ! Such a crybaby ! Stop being so dependant and clingy ! I am not your baby-sitter !”

“But… But…”

“I said f*ck off! Get the hell away, and leave me alone ! I can’t stand crybabies like you !”

The message has been perfectly received. It’s printed in capital letters behind your eyelids.

You felt asleep, exhausted from crying, and when you wake up, you couldn’t tell how much time did you spent laying there. But it doesn’t matter. You don’t feel able to get out of your bed, so you just stay here, in the warm fluffy embrace. Whenever you feel some thought triggering your mind, you bite your flesh hard and the concentrate on the pain ‘til you forgot why you started doing this. After a few times, you couldn’t even think of a straight complete sentence.

When the blanket was roughly removed from over you, you didn’t even blink. With a quite long delay, you realize that you should feel the cold air, the disturbing noise and even his touch on your skin… But you’re like under anesthetic. Which makes Bakugou freaks out. He tries to make you react, slaps you, screams your name, while shouting for someone to help him. You’re conscious, but you can’t feel anything. You should probably answer him, but why would you do ? seeing him shouting at you, you think that he’s still mad at you… Why did he come for you then ? If he doesn’t want you anymore, why is he here ? You don’t understand what’s happening.

Maybe because you don’t realize that from his point of view, you seem… dead. Your body is cold and your eyes are empty. The other students called for Aizawa, and recovery Girl came to auscultate you as well. But you didn’t notice, lost in the fog inside your head.

And when you “woke up” from this choc state, you was kind of surprised by a caring boyfriend of yours, who hugs you tight and cuddles you all day long, apologizing and whispering to not ever do this to him again. And when you asked “do what ?”, he goes like “nevermind”, before holding you close. It’s Kirishima that told you what happened. You went through an emotional burn out for a few days, and Bakugou was literally freaking out and feeling guilty because of what he told you. He didn’t mean to hurt you like this, he was mad and didn’t think of the consequences of what he said. He promised he won’t act like this again. He felt like he lost you, and it was unbearable. You’re way too precious for him.

Your relationship with Eijirou Kirishima is based on routines. You both like the fact that you follow a settled pattern that time made up for you. Just small little things that remind you two of the love and affection you share. For example, you wait for him in the morning to go to your classes together, and he waits for you to tidy up your things after class before reaching the cafeteria. He kisses you for goodnight, and you play with his hair for him to fall asleep.

Loving him is easy and sweet. And even if you have arguments, because every healthy relationship goes through some arguments, both of you try to find a way or a solution to deal with it. And lately these times, you just feel so in love with him, you literally can’t help but kissing him all day, spinning around him like a light feather carried by the breath of love between you two.

It’s quiet late at night, and you were in his room. You always end up in his room after dinner for some cuddles and maybe watch a movie together. Then you two just do your own things until you’re getting sleepy and head to bed with the goodnight routine of yours. Like chilling, each one on his own but together. Doesn’t makes a lot of sense, but it works for you two, so you just don’t mind. Tonight, you two had to study for the next math exam that was coming. And it was difficult. Math gives you headache, and hopefully Eijirou is a patient tutor. He kept repeating for you until you got the point. You’re proud of you, and so is he, but you ended the study session a little bit delayed, and he was late to his online gaming sessions with Denki and Sero. He let you finish the last exercise on your own and connect quickly to catch up with the boys.

You read a book, but can’t concentrate with all the math in your head. You can hear your boyfriend gaming and he looks way too attractive to you with his hair flattened by his headphones, tongue sticking out because he’s focused on his game. You smile before reaching his lap. You comfortably sit on it and hug him to express your affection. This is a way better position for reading.

But you still can’t concentrate. Not with your body pressed against him, with you’re *ss on his crotch, with all the dirty thoughts running in your mind. You throw away your annoying book, and start kissing the redhead’s neck. He smells so good… A mix of his wooden scent gel shower and the bitter fresh scent of his aftershave. You get pretty excited, imagining this perfume ruined by his sweat while pounding you. Picturing all these thoughts and imagining Eijirou’s lips on your, you’re getting really needy, aren’t you ? You can’t help but move your hips and rub your lower part on his. Maybe this will get him hard and he’ll be just as needy as you. Maybe you could sleep over here tonight…

But no. Your moving just annoys him. He can’t focus properly on what he’s doing while you wriggle around and sigh on his skin. He can’t hear you moan, he can’t see the desire in your eyes, nor notice the excitation you’re in. He tries to push you off his lap, but you keep trying to get him out of his play. Game over appeared in bloody letters on his screen, and he removes his headphones. When you try to frame his cheeks in order to kiss him, he pushes you away.

“You’re really annoying, you know that ?”

“You say that only because you lost… Come here, let me comfort you”

“No. Not when you’re the reason why I lost. Anyway, I am not in the mood.”

He keeps avoiding your touches and attempts to lay him on bed.

“What is it, babe ? Why don’t you want me to touch you ?”

“I just don’t want to right now. Can’t you understand it ? Or do I need to keep repeating myself like for everything else ?”

This was like a cold shower. It cancelled every single drop of excitement you had. You clench your teeth.

“Okay. I get it.”

And you reach you own room, without any of you wish each other good night. While turning in bed, you couldn’t tell if you’re angry, or disappointed, or sad, or furious, or… You’re hurt. This was an emotion injury you couldn’t explain. And you had no clue even after thinking about this all night. You didn’t manage to sleep, and you were totally depressed and out of your plate on the morning. Like totally lost. You did nothing right. Since breakfast, you kept trudging and having trouble answering even basic questions like “Can you please hand me the butter ?”. This day has passed at a maddening speed, and you can’t tell what happened most of the times. For example, you know that you took an exam today, but you can’t say if it was difficult or not, if you completed it or not. Basically, today you were a zombie.

You desperately needed some sleep. So, in the middle of the dinner, while Momo was pouring you some tea she made for you because you seemed tired, you stood up and went to your room, mumbling a good night by habit. You just crumble on your bed.

“Pebble… Pebble, are you okay ?”

You didn’t even notice that Eijirou followed you, really worried about you. He snugs in the bed with you and hold you close. You two have a difficult conversations when you tell him about all the confusion and the pain you feel. He apologizes and hold you close all night long. And he’ll never act like this again, because the way you were today was definitely not okay for him. From missing his morning kiss to looking like a zombie, nothing was okay. He will watch his mouth to not hurt you anymore because you’re way too precious to him.

Denki has an outgoing personality, no doubt on it. You two are like day and night, you complement yourselves pretty well. He was a loud troublemaker and you are a quite and peaceful person. And these differences are precious to you, but sometimes it’s too complicated to handle.

He’s a loving boyfriend, but he can’t help himself. Always too cheerful, too playful, with anyone. He gets really flirty with any girl that talks to him, even if you’re right there, watching. He tells you to don’t mind, because he doesn’t do this on purpose. It’s just like… like a game. He gets female and even male’s attention, and he feels confident acting out like that. So you just accept it. Have you even got the choice ?

You don’t notice it anymore. His random smirks to Mina, his winks to Jirou, “innocent” sexual implied comments to Toru… Daily, there’s always someone to flirt or to tease with. And it’s the same with random strangers.

Like today. Well… You have to admit that this waitress is really pretty with her bright shiny smile and her disheveled hair buns. And, yeah, maybe she was attractive when she was wrapping this loose lock of her hair around her finger, shyly blushing when Denki was complimenting her and obviously undressing her with his gaze. And of course you can’t deny the fact that she is sexy. Certainly, all this shit is true. But today was supposed to be your day.

Denki and you are on date, he brought you to this fancy place to celebrate your date anniversary. This is all about you and him being in love. So, just for once, you want him to concentrate this flirty attitude of his on you. Was it too much to ask ? But you accept it, once again. He did all the conversation during the meal, and you barely enjoyed the dishes. You just wait for the end of this date to leave the place and the waitress behind.

But your patience has its owns limits. That were crossed far away when the b*tchy waitress, who purposely ignored you all the time, bent over and touched your boyfriend’s lap, giving him the dessert’s menu. You see red all over you, furious and mad, expecting Denki to react, but he just chuckles and light touches her forearm. What was this ? He never allowed anyone to act like this with him. Or maybe you just didn’t know…

“Thank you, miss, but I think that we don’t need you anymore. We’re leaving, could you bring the bill ?”

She stutters a bit, looking at Denki, who was too chocked to react.

“Aren’t we eating the dessert ? Why do you want to leave ?”

“I don’t feel comfortable, I just wanna go home please”

“And I want a dessert, could you please wait ?”

“No, I can’t. I am leaving. You can have a dessert if you want, you can even have the waitress with it as well, I don’t care.”

“Okay, see you later, then. I’ll try to have fun and enjoy, since you don’t know how to do so”

You furiously grab your handbag and run out the restaurant. You don’t stop running until you’re home. Your shaking hands and teary eyes had some trouble opening the door. You crumble against the stubborn closed door and cry yourself out. You can’t hold it. Long sobs, breathless coughs and heartbreaking screams. All this noise brought your neighbor, Sero, to check out what’s happening.

“(Y/N) ?! Are you hurt ? What happened ? What’s wrong ?”

You couldn’t tell him, your anxious cries preventing you from talking straightly. He assured himself that you’re not injured and helped you get in your bedroom. You can’t tell what he was doing around you, your cries slowly turning into a huge panic attack. Curled in your bed, you rock yourself back and forth, cutting yourself out from reality. You couldn’t hear Sero calling Denki and asking him to come home. You couldn’t hear your boyfriend freaking out when he heard you crying like that on phone. You couldn’t know that he was running towards home, feeling guilty and culpable, his sunshine having a mental breakdown because of him.

“Sunshine ? Sunshine! Look at me ! I am right there”

Denki’s voice find its way to your ears, to your mind, to your heart. You hold on to him like a lifeline, trying to calm down. He thanks Sero, who left, before joining you on bed. He breaths heavily for you to focus on his chest going up and down slowly. You imitate his breaths until you can think straight.

“Thank you, Denki… I am sorry, I-”

“I am the one who have to apologize. I acted like a piece shit back there. I am sorry, I didn’t know you were jealous. I shouldn’t act like this, I am sorry. You know, babe, that you’re the one and only. You know it, right ?”

“No… I don’t…”

“I don’t care about anyone else. You’re the one that I love. And if it makes you feel insecure, I’ll stop flirting like that, okay ? It hurts me to see you like this. I don’t want you to be hurt, you’re way too precious to me, babe.”

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no shame | t. holland

no one bully me i have never written a mob!tom fic before but i’m v proud of this! here is the newest installment of the calm series :) this is also like 6.3k words so i apologize in advance if the app glitches LMAO

warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, mentions of sex

the hollands were the talk of the town. their mob had owned most of southern england and were on the rise. they were gaining territory faster than any of the other mobs in the uk, and everyone feared them. no one knew how they were quickly taking over the country, but everyone knew not to stand in their way.

you had first come across them at a pub you were at for dinner with your friend. celebrating at a pub wasn’t new to either of you, but the occasion was. you had gotten promoted at work, something that had been completely unexpected. you didn’t think that you were doing anything extraordinary, but somehow your boss did.

it was that night when you met tom, who had been gazing at you from the other side of the pub. he had been entranced by you, odd seeing as he was in the mafia and had a cold heart, but something led him to you as if there was an invisible string tying him to you.

by the time the clock struck 10 pm, you and your friend decided to get ready to leave. seeing as this was tom’s only chance, he got up and walked across the room towards you and your friend, immediately striking a conversation with you. it wasn’t until the room went absolutely silent when you realized who he was, but that didn’t stop you.

three months later, your and tom’s relationship had grown to something more than friends. tom calling you pet names occurred more often than not, and you often spent nights at his place. tom wouldn’t admit it, but he was sure he would die for you if he needed to. tom didn’t know that meant he loved you.

it was another one of those nights where he had invited you over to his grand mansion. you practically lived there with how much time you spent there. you knew all the staff, and they all recognized you. you were never there whenever tom had meetings though, that was where he drew the line. it was one thing for you to know about what he does, but it was another thing for his men to know about you. they knew tom was seeing someone, but no one other than tom’s family and close friends knew your identity, to everyone else you were a mystery, and you wouldn’t change it.

as the two of you laid in his grand king-sized bed in his bedroom, you looked up at him and studied his face. you were constantly scared that one day he wouldn’t come back to you, but you knew he would do everything in his power to do so. the duvet laid gently atop both of your legs and the moonlight cast a glow over tom. his job wasn’t holy, but he was an angel to you. through hell or high water, you would be there for him, but admitting that you were so in love with him scared you. it had only been three months and the three words hadn’t been said yet, but you felt that four-letter word. you loved tom, nothing could deny that, but admitting was harder than it seemed.

being romantically involved with a mob boss definitely was not something you expected, but falling in love with someone whose job was so dangerous was worse. knowing that you were in love with tom was one thing, but admitting it? that was a whole other ballpark.

• • •

tom had come back from an emergency meeting to see you already asleep in bed. seeing you so peacefully at rest made his heart swell, completely ignoring the many death threats he had given his men just minutes prior. tom was serious when it came to his work, and when someone messed up, he would make them directly report to him. it was never pretty, but it was work, and tom knew that to keep his status and his power in the mafia, he had to do and say things he hoped you would never have to experience, though he would admit that he thought it turned him on thinking about you ordering his men around.

he knew his job was terrifying, but it was the hand he was dealt and tom would do anything and everything just to protect you.

tom undressed from the expensive suit he was wearing. saint laurent he thought it was, but it didn’t matter because whatever brand it was, it cost a fortune to some, but to him it was nothing. as he was taking off his rolex and setting it on the dresser, he heard your phone go off. a text was what it was, and he walked over to the nightstand on your side of the bed to read it. he wasn’t snooping, just intrigued. there were no secrets between you two, or at least tom thought so until he read the message sitting at the top of your notifications.

‘just tell him you love him, it won’t kill you.’

maybe he shouldn’t have checked the text on your phone, but seeing nala’s message made him wonder why you were so scared to confess your feelings for him. he laid in bed, your sleeping figure next to him, wondering where the two of you stood. he loved you. sure, he never said it but he always tried to make it known. tom would die for you if it meant you were safe, wasn’t that love?

he walked over to his side of the bed, lifting the navy duvet up and over his body after laying down. you unconsciously moved towards tom, cuddling into his side. he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your forehead, and he swore he had never been more in love. his eyes shut and his mind drifted off to sleep, but not before thinking about the ten words he had read.

• • •

when tom woke up in the morning, you were still asleep. he tried going back to bed, it was sunday and he was off. he had made it a priority to keep sunday’s for two things only - the lord, and his loved ones. he wasn’t religious, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to heaven with the shit he’s done, but it was nice for him to hope that somehow there was a way for him to spend eternity with someone as perfect and innocent as you. again, he wasn’t religious, but church and sunday lunch had become a holland family tradition, and who was he to break it? it kept the normality in his life, and for one day out of the seven, he could feel like he hadn’t - allegedly - murdered many people. tom would never have a normal life, not while he’s a mafia boss, but sunday’s always satisfied his craving.

he grabbed his phone, texting his family confirming that they were coming over to his place for lunch. it had been a routine, and even though he knew the answer, he still did it anyway. tom then put it down and went back to cuddling you. you curled up into his side, seeking out the warmth of his body, and he eagerly wrapped an arm around you, wanting to be closer. tom couldn’t stop thinking about you. he knew you were his forever, but only if you would say yes. he would do anything for you, and maybe that was because his job was so dangerous, but if you asked him to leave the mafia he was sure he would do it, but only for you.

without even noticing, tom had fallen asleep again. the feeling of you in his arms was enough for him to let his guard down and relax. you had woken him up by pushing stray curls that had fallen down onto his forehead, off towards the side of his head.

“sorry, did i wake you?” you asked, and tom’s lips curved up into a smile.

“no, i woke up earlier but fell back asleep.” you leaned in for a kiss, despite both of you having morning breath, his lips met yours for a chaste kiss. your head fell down so it was resting on his shoulder, buried in the crook of his neck.

“it’s already nine tommy, we should get up now,” you mumbled against his skin. the vibrations sent small sparks off on tom’s skin. that in combination with the nickname you had given him early on into the relationship would one day be the death of him, he was sure of it.

“just a little longer darling.” his fingers danced around the small of your back, dragging up and down the side of your torso as if he was trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. his fingers then came up to move your hair from out of your face, just as you had done to him prior.

“i love you, you know that?” he asked. it was the first time he was saying it aloud, but he felt it with every fibre of his being and he needed you to know. you immediately tensed up against him at the sound of his words. “darling? what’s wrong?” you were silent and tom immediatly knew that the words he had read just hours prior had been a response to your fear. you had sat up and moved over so you were on your side of the bed. if the sheets were states, you would have been miles away, and tom wondered what it was that made you so scared to hear those three words.

“don’t say that,” you murmured. your eyes were cast down to your hands, suddenly finding the milky white polish on your nails the most interesting thing on the planet.

“why are you so scared of me loving you?” tom asked, voice soft and quiet. he didn’t want to push you, and sure it had only been three months, but he was sure that you felt the same way too. why else would you stay in a relationship with someone who was - again, allegedly - a murderer.

tom watched as you sat there, picking at the nail polish that had already chipped. he tried to read your body language, but he didn’t need to. he knew that being in love with someone like him whose job was so dangerous that anyone and anything could be used as collateral.

the silence lingered longer than tom had patience for, but he stayed calm knowing you would come around eventually. your thumbs were rid of the nail polish that you had went to the salon for just a week prior, and tom knew that your other fingers were next. he watched as your eyebrows furrowed, only to relax seconds later. he watched as your bottom lip got chewed on, something you did when you were deep in thought or nervous, but in this case, both.

“baby.” tom’s voice was softer than it was when he was talking to tessa. he would have killed any of his men who heard him like this, but just seeing you absolutely terrified immediately caused him to act. his hand came up to cup your face so you were looking at him. though you wouldn’t make eye contact, it was still something. tom knew your eyes were looking at the wall behind him, or maybe the curtains, but it didn’t matter to him.

“loving me is fatal, i know that, but just give it a chance. won’t you?” he was begging you at this point. losing you just because you didn’t love him back was a thought that had emerged throughout the silence. he was putting his heart out there for you, something he never expected to do for anyone.

tom watched as your eyes flickered between whatever was behind him to his face. he was so desperate to hear you say the three words back to him. he needed to know that you felt the same way, he needed to know that his sudden insecurities were false. as soon as your eyes had met tom’s, he immediately searched your face for anything that would give him hope.

“please baby,” tom whispered. he rested his forehead against yours, wanting so badly to kiss you. instead, your noses rubbed against each other as he contemplated whether or not he should kiss you. you tilted your chin up so your lips met for the second time that morning, this time full of passion.

“i love you tom, but it scares me so, so much,” you whispered after pulling away.

“i know darling.” his hand stayed on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. tom couldn’t help but notice the way you leaned into his touch ever so slightly.

“i’m scared that now i’ve said it they’re going to come for me.” your fears were something tom thought about every day. he would rather die himself than have any harm done to you. he would give up anything and everything to get you back.

“i would go to the ends of the earth to protect you. i’d never, ever, let anyone hurt you, you hear me?” you nodded. “i’m so in love with you y/n, and i could never bear to lose you. it would kill me.” tom’s eyes welled up with tears just thinking about what would happen if he would have lost you, and as a stray tear fell, it was your turn to cup his face and wipe it away.

“i love you tommy,” you said softly, causing a small smile to appear on tom’s face.

“i love you y/n.”

• • •

tom spent all of saturday waiting to hear from you. it had been five months since the two of you confessed your love for each other, and the relationship had only grown from there. he was still waiting to ask you to move in with him, but seeing as your lease was ending at the end of the year, he had time. despite having your own place, you still found yourself spending most of your time at his place, something tom wasn’t mad at because it was much safer than your condo.

you had spent the past two days at your place, something about needing to clean the condo and get chores done around it. sure you didn’t stay there often, but tom knew you still wanted to keep the place tidy. he also knew that whenever you two would spend some time there, it usually ended in sex or hungover mornings, usually both. normally, you would have texted tom that you were running late or would just send him a message saying you were thinking of him, but he had heard nothing from you. he brushed it off at first thinking that you were just busy and weren’t on your phone, but as soon as the evening rolled around he had a feeling something was up.

tom spent the last week with his men planning around a deal that was supposed to happen, but had called it off last minute knowing that tyler, a member of another mafia, was screwing them over. the deal was called off on thursday, and the more tom thought about it, friday evening was the last time he had heard from you. that couldn’t have been just a coincidence, right?

without a second thought, despite it being three in the morning, he called harrison up. things felt off, and tom had a gut feeling that something had happened to you.

“pick up, pick up, pick up,” he mumbled to himself as the phone rang. tom’s anxiety grew exponentially. he paced around the office, not able to sit still as he waited for his best friend, and second in line, to pick up. harrison was someone tom relied on when it came to getting shit done, especially when things were stressful. sure he had his brothers, but he was in charge and he didn’t want to put too much pressure on them. they were involved, but not as much as harrison was.

“mate it’s three-” harrison started, but tom was quick to cut him off.

“i have no proof but something happened to y/n and i think tyler did it. she hasn’t talked to me since last night.” tom was desperate. he needed to get you back and the anxious thoughts of what would happen if you were gone forever were eating away at him. he heard the blond curse on the other end of the line.

“i’m on my way. wake up the twins too.” tom was never one to take commands from anyone, with the exception of his parents, but he had no clue what to do first. the thought of losing you had clouded his rational thoughts and prevented him from thinking clearly and making a plan. so he did what harrison instructed. he went to the garage apartment where the twins lived. the walk across the backyard to the garage was short, but cold. tom let himself in using the keycode, and immediately went upstairs to bang on their bedroom doors. he knew they would be sleeping, but he was panicking.

sam was his first victim. immediately after he started banging on sam’s door, he heard sam yell something he couldn’t quite make out.

“get the fuck up!” tom demanded. he hoped his yelling was enough for both of them to wake up.

“what crawled up your ass?” harry asked, opening his door to look at his older brother. the ginger brought a hand up to rub his eyes.

“y/n’s gone.” the short sentence was enough for both boys to wake up and rid the grogginess from their bodies.

“what?” sam asked. he was shocked, eyebrows raised and jaw slightly dropped.

“where did she go?” harry asked afterwards, prompting a slap on the arm from sam. “ouch! what’d you do that for?”

“you idiot, if he knew he wouldn’t be panicking.”

tom found himself spiraling. he didn’t know what to do from here, he didn’t receive any other instructions. the thought of tyler tying you up and leaving you to basically die in a warehouse was the only thing he thought about. he thought about you being bloody and bruised, and how he wasn’t there to protect you. tom felt so guilty. he promised you he would go to the ends of the earth to protect you, but now you were missing and it was all his fault.

“fuck,” tom whispered. he rubbed his face, his hand then coming up to grip the brown curls on the top of his head.

“c’mon mate, harrison’s probably waiting in the office,” sam insisted. tom knew they had never seen him lose his composure the way he did, but he was glad that they were doing something to help.

the three brothers walked back across the backyard, the light shining through a window lighting up a portion of the pathway. they were silent as they walked over to the main house, neither of them knowing what to say. tom was playing out all of the worst case scenarios in his head, praying and hoping that you were okay.

when they entered tom’s office, harrison was already pacing around the room. tom knew that harrison was deep in thought with the way he wagged his fingers at nothing,

“ah, finally!” harrison exclaimed as soon as he noticed the three of them. “so i called ricky, and he tried to track y/n’s location on her phone, but it’s currently off,” harrison paused to look at the expression on tom’s face. he knew his best friend was on the verge of losing it right now, but he had to get him back on track. “the last place her phone sent a signal from was near the flower shop on 5th ave.”

“there’s a warehouse not even fifteen minutes from that flower shop,” harry was quick to point out.

“what if he went to the warehouse down by the docks?” sam asked. the docks were twenty minutes away from the flower shop, but it was still an option. tom tried hard to think about what tyler would’ve done. eventually, he thought to where the deal was supposed to be made, and neither of those warehouses were options.

“if we drove south outside of the city and took the exit before the safehouse, there’s a warehouse there, and that’s where he and y/n would be.” tom was sure of it. if tyler was behind all of this, then it would be to get back at the loss of the deal. at the revelation, tom began to formulate a plan in his head, his brothers and harrison knowing very well not to disturb him while doing so.

“when we drive there, you three are going to be in a car together and i’ll be on my own. i’ll go through the east entrance, while sam and harry are going to wait at the other entrances. harrison,” tom turned to face the blond before continuing to deal out commands. “you are going to stay behind me as my backup and if anything happens to me you have to get y/n out of there.”

“nothing’s going to happen to you,” harrison immediately reassured.

“can’t ever be too sure.”

tom walked over to his desk and unlocked a drawer to pull out two handguns. he handed one to sam, then grabbing a few cartridges and tossing one to the older twin.

“harrison, open that drawer by the window, there should be two more guns there,” tom commanded, and harrison quickly followed the instructions. he handed one of the guns to harry, then handing him an extra cartridge, and soon enough they were on their way.

• • •

tom had just gotten off the freeway. he glanced in the blindspot and saw harrison’s black bmw following behind him before looking back at the road in front of him. all he could think of was you. all he could think of was getting you back and he swore to himself in that moment that he would do anything to bring you back.

the inside of the car was silent, he heard nothing but the faint sound of the engine and other cars passing. tom’s thoughts were enough to fill up the car. all he could think of was killing the bastard for putting you in any sort of danger.

“god i swear if she doesn’t come back alive i don’t know what i’m gonna do,” he said to himself. the warehouse was just a few miles away, but the closer he got, he found his grip on the steering wheel to tighten until his fists were clenched. the stress of whether or not you were okay was getting to him, but the self-hatred he felt was stronger. he wondered how he could have ever let this happen to you.

all of a sudden his phone rang, and as he looked over at the screen in his car, all that was displayed was ‘unknown caller.’ tom answered the phone knowing it was tyler.

“give me my girl back tyler,” tom demanded, but he knew the answer. he knew tyler would refuse, but it was still worth a shot.

“love is fatal, isn’t it tom?” his words rung in tom’s ears. those were the same words he had said to you when he said ‘i love you’ for the first time, and he never would’ve imagined he would be right.

“tom!” you yelled out for him. your voice seemed drowned out, like you were far away from the phone, but still in the same room, and that was all tom needed to know. knowing you were okay gave him the energy to get you back, but he didn’t know how long tyler would keep you alive for, if at all.

“you know what i want holland. approve the deal and i’ll give her back in perfect condition,” tyler bargained, but he wasn’t in the position to be bargaining with tom, not when tom started planning in his head.

“fuck you tyler. that deal is shit and you know it.”

“maybe for you, but not for me and my men.” tyler’s voice was coated with confidence, and tom knew that tyler wanted him to give in and just make the deal for the sake of getting you back, but tom was not going to do that. he thought of how to get you back without sacrificing the family business. tom knew you would’ve been upset with him if he gave up everything for you. you never wanted for him to ever choose between you or his line of work, no matter how illegal and wrong it may be at times.

“i’d rather die than sign that deal.” tom took a hand off the steering wheel to run it to grab his phone and ask one of his men to track the call. he pulled over, harrison pulling over behind him, and when harry got out of the car to ask what happened, all tom did was show him the phone screen.

“y/n say goodbye to your boyfriend,” tyler taunted. tom heard shuffling and the sound of boots walking across the concrete ground of the warehouse.

“fuck you tyler,” you cursed at him, bringing a smile to tom’s face. even after being kidnapped, you were still as fiery as you normally were.

“now that’s not how you talk to me, now is it darling?” the pet name slipped from tyler’s lips, and if tom could, he would’ve put a bullet through tyler’s head just for that.

“y/n, did you order the new bedding?” tom asked. though he would’ve never wanted it to happen, he made sure that you had some sort of code sentence to let you know that he would be coming to save you.

“yeah tom, i haven’t checked where they’re shipping it from though.” you didn’t know where you were, but tom knew that you were okay, and that was all that mattered.

“okay, that’s enough,” tyler said, then starting to walk away from you tom presumed. tom hoped that he wasn’t wrong about this.

“tom, if you don’t sign the deal by dawn, it will be the end of you and y/n.” tyler then hung up, and tom smacked the steering wheel out of frustration.

“bloody hell.”

tom got out of the car and walked over to where harrison and the twins were standing.

“y/n’s okay, but he wants me to sign the fucking deal in order to get her back.” harrison made a face of disgust.

“harry rung ricky and jacob as we were driving, you’ll have more backup when we get there.” tom nodded his head in response to harrison’s words. as tom thought about what changes his original plan needed, his phone went off. pulling it out of his pocket, he read a text off the screen.

warehouse south of the city, 40 minutes away from the safehouse.

tom’s instincts were right, and where they were standing off the side of the highway was only 10 minutes away from the warehouse.

“we’re 10 minutes away from them right now,” tom told the group. his thumb played with the ring on his middle finger, continuously turning it as he thought.

“ricky and jacob said they would be there in 20 minutes when i rung them, and that was about 5 minutes ago. they’ll be there but they’ll show up after us.” tom nodded.

“let’s go,” tom said, then walked away from the group and into his car without another word. he was determined to get you back and was sure he would do it even if it was the last thing he ever did.

• • •

before tom knew it, guns were drawn out everywhere. with his arm clasped around tyler’s neck, and his other hand bringing a gun up to his head, he looked over to see another man, one he didn’t recognize, bringing a gun up to the side of your head. he glanced around the room, guns pointed at his men, at tyler’s men, and at him.

“just sign the contract,” tyler gasped out. tom’s hold on tyler was strong enough to partially restrict his airways, allowing him to have more control on the rival, but not enough to kill him, not yet anyways.

“never in a million years,” tom spat. he tightened his arm, causing tyler to gasp out for air. the safety of someone’s gun clicked and he knew that it came from someone who was pointing at him. “let her go, and i won’t kill you.” tom’s voice was low and rough, partially from the exhaustion.

tom looked over at you, happy that you were okay and still alive, but he had no idea how he was going to get you out of there. his men would never be a priority while you were in danger, and as much as he considered some of his employees his family, you were the only person who mattered. they could fend for themselves, and tom knew you could as well, but he wanted to ensure your safety by taking it on as his own job. you know what they say, if you want something done right, you better do it yourself.

his gaze on you lingered. tom watched as you bounced your leg, knowing you couldn’t sit still, but then he watched as your foot moved and pointed off to the side. were you trying to give him some sort of a sign? the two of you made eye contact, and you tilted your head in the same direction as your foot. you were definitely trying to tell him something, but tom couldn’t decipher it. he looked around, before landing in the direction your foot was pointing in when his eyes landed on tyler’s second in command. he was blond, average height, and the white dress shirt he sported was drenched with sweat. was his name ben or bradley? he could never remember, but it didn’t matter. whatever his name was, he was standing pointing a gun at harry, but the longer tom looked at him, the more he realized he was terrified.

tom looked back at you, a neutral look on his face as the two of you attempted to silently communicate. your wrists were tied together, but unfortunately for tyler, they had made the grave decision of keeping them in front of your torso. tom watched as you attempted to sign some words, but he struggled to understand.

he knows they won’t win

he made eye contact with you once again, and you signed out the word for ‘yes.’ there were only five enemies and six of them so they weren’t outnumbered, but tom wanted for you to get out without any harm done. he didn’t want to endanger you.

tom looked back at ben, bradley, whatever his name was, and could see just how tense he was. maybe he knew that this wasn’t going to work out, not while they were up against tom. maybe if they were up against someone else, then they would get out alive, but tom was still one of the most feared mob bosses just because of how quickly he was gaining power. when dominic passed the business onto tom, no one thought their power would exponentially grow, not while tom was only 24 and had his whole life in front of him.

tyler gasped out for air again, and tom could feel him slowly going limp against his body. he knew he needed to act, and soon.

“here’s what’s going to happen. you,” tom paused, pointing his gun at the blond. “are going to untie her and let her walk free out of the building. i will not hesitate to choke tyler out, and i am about three minutes away from doing so.” the fire in tom’s eyes was visible to everyone around him, he was sure of it.

“brent, don’t,” tyler coughed out, but tom just tightened the headlock tyler was in. so his name was brent, not ben or bradley. his name didn’t matter when tom was able to control him solely through the fear he caused.

“go on, untie her.” tom nodded his head in encouragement. brent walked over to you, untying your hands and the ropes that bind your torso to the back of the chair. as soon as you were free, you rubbed your wrists hoping to soothe the sore, tender skin that the rope had caused. you walked across the warehouse and out of it while tom kept an eye on everyone else in the room.

“good. that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” tom’s voice was coated with a nasty tone, a smirk appearing on his face. he tightened his grip once more, causing tyler to pass out.

“if you guys ever, and i mean ever, attempt anything like this shit, i will not hesitate to kill all of you.” and with that, tom and his men walked out of the building, only sporting a few bruises and cuts.

tom ran up to you as soon as he saw your figure standing up against the side of his car.

“darling are you okay?” you immediately asked, cupping his face in your hands as your thumb brushed across a bruise that sat on his cheekbone.

“i’m fine, but are you okay? i’m so sorry baby.” tom rambled about how he was supposed to protect you, but you cut him off with a hug.

“i knew you would come for me,” you whispered. the feeling of you pressed up against tom’s body was enough to erase all the guilt he had felt. “i love you tommy.”

“i love you too y/n.” tom leaned down to kiss you, full of passion as if it was the last time he would ever kiss you again.

• • •

the two of you laid in bed. tom was fast asleep, his arm draped across your waist, his bare chest pressed against your back. you couldn’t stop thinking about tyler’s words. love is fatal, the same words tom had said when he first said he loved you. would he really die for you? you knew that loving him would be the one thing that killed you, and you were okay with it. you would do anything for him.

you rolled over so you were facing him. his eyelashes laid gently on his cheeks, curls messy from tom constantly running his hands through it earlier in the night. the sun was rising, but you hadn’t gotten any sleep. you couldn’t stop thinking about everything. the different scenarios played through your mind, alternate realities building themselves up along with your anxiety. the one thought you couldn’t shake from your mind was if he would be back. you weren’t even sure if tyler was actually dead or if he had just passed out. tom had possibly killed someone just mere meters away from you, and the only thing you wondered was if he was going to come back for you once again, not if he was dead.

you gave it a chance, and love proved to be almost fatal. what was going to prevent it from being so next time? you wished that you were in a deep sleep like tom. you wished that your mind could calm down for just a second so you could stop thinking about everything.

hours had passed, and you hadn’t slept for any of them. it was almost noon, but you and tom were still in bed. he was still asleep, and you’re sure that his parents would be here any time soon. you decided to get out of bed and make yourself busy. you got ready for the day, changing into a navy blue dress.

making your way to the kitchen, you saw the chefs at work preparing lunch for everyone. you gave them a soft smile as you made your way to the nespresso machine to make yourself a coffee. though tom always preferred tea over coffee, when you had entered his life he made the decision of getting a nespresso machine for you, always keeping the pods stocked up for you. you grabbed a mug from the cupboard above the machine, your coffee nook as tom liked to call it, before brewing a cup and putting creamer and sugar into it. you then walked down to the library, a place you had quickly turned into your own when you started staying over at tom’s place.

the library had huge windows and faced south, allowing tons of sunlight to seep into the room. two out of the four walls were lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves, those of which were filled with books that tom had bought for you. when you entered his life and started making the library home, he made sure to get books that he knew you loved or would come to love. though you haven’t read all of them, he had good taste and there had yet to be a book that you disliked.

you sat down on one of the couches, pulling a grey knit throw blanket over your legs, the cup of coffee in your hands. you stared out the window, watching as tessa ran around out back with one of the housekeepers throwing a ball for her to play with. no matter how peaceful the view was, you couldn’t stop thinking about those three words. love is fatal.

broken from your thoughts by the feeling of tom wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek, all your anxieties suddenly left. you suddenly realized that whenever you felt tom’s touch, nothing mattered but him. whenever you were having sex with tom, nothing mattered but him. you had no shame about your love for him, so if love was fatal, then you wouldn’t want anyone else but tom pulling the trigger.

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storiesofsvu · 3 years

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For the Record?

Elizabeth Donnelly X fem!reader Warnings: language, fluff. Part of Penthouse. Just a lil fluff drabble.

When Elizabeth returned to the penthouse she wasn’t surprised to find it mostly dark and quiet, it was later than she’d intended, and she’d stopped to drop off dry cleaning on the way home. There was a quiet rumble of the t.v, along with soft murmurings coming from Mary’s room and she assumed that’s where Casey had retired for the night. Stepping into her own room she found you curled half under the duvet, a book opened face down beside you. She smiled at the sight of you in her bed, doing her best to quietly strip out of her clothes and step into the shower. It was when she was pulling on a silky set of pyjamas that she heard you grumble, rolling over, muttering a small ‘ow’ when you rolled right onto the book.

“You’re home?” You sleepily greeted, smiling softly.

“Yes sweetheart. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’fine.” You pushed up to sitting, rubbing at your eyes with one hand while the other tossed the book off to the bedside table, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Wanted to surprise you. Just so tired.”

“Those girls didn’t torture you while I was gone, did they?” She asked, sliding into the bed next to you.

“No.” You nestled into her side as she wrapped an arm around you, briefly turning your head to accept the tender kiss. “Just up to my ass in motions.”

“Buchanan?”

“Yeah.”

“You need help with anything?”

“No.” You let out a soft sigh, “Alex helped me through it.”

“I heard that wasn’t the only thing she helped you through in my absence.” Liz smirked and you laughed softly.

“She certainly is something else.”

“She the one that took you shopping?” She fingered at the cute pyjama set you had on and you nodded against her shoulder.

“She’s got good taste.” You let out a small yawn and Liz kissed your head gently, her arm rubbing soothing at your skin, “still missed you though. How was the conference?”

“Dull. Remind me to take one of you with me next time.”

“Mmm…could always use a week away.” You murmured, wrapping your arms around her middle the best you could as you snuggled into her chest, your eyes fluttering shut. “Is it alright if we just cuddle tonight? I’m just so sleepy.” Liz snorted, her fingers coming up to softly play with your hair, unable to restrain the small smile on her face at just how adorable you were when you were tired.

“I don’t need to fuck every single night, lord knows only Casey has that kind of energy.”

“She just craves the intimacy, it reassures her.” You mumbled, “but I wanted to take care of you.”

“You can take care of me once you’ve taken care of yourself first sweetheart.” She pressed a kiss to your head, “make sure you’re not burnt out before you start worrying about someone else.”

“Okay.”

“How about we have a lazy day tomorrow? Order in brunch, stay in bed all day? I could use some quality time with my girl.”

“Mmm…I’d love that.” You yawned again, humming at the feeling of Elizabeth’s fingers cascading over your skin, “don’t you have to prep for that interview though?”

“It’s not ‘til Thursday sweetheart, I’ve got time.”

“You’re gonna nail it.”

“Thank you.” She smiled down at you, even if your eyes were still closed as you were speaking. “I do admit I am a little nervous.”

“Never would’ve thought Elizabeth Donnelly could even get nervous.” You teased and she scoffed as she smoothed your hair behind your ear, noticing the small grin on your cheeks. “Then again there’s a lot about you I never realized.”

“Care to share?”

“Honestly? I was terrified of you when I started, still was last year. But you’re actually so soft, when you care you care deeply. You can be incredibly gentle, understanding, kind, supportive. I never would’ve guessed you were so tender.”

“Mmm.” She hummed laying a kiss on the top of your head.

“And I…uh…I just really love…that.”

Elizabeth smiled fondly down at you, her thumb rubbing softly against your cheek, more than easily able to read through your words, knowing what you were getting at. Her hand reached out to the lamp, flicking it off before she shifted down fully under the covers, holding you softly in her arms.

“Me too.” She kissed your head, “now let’s get you some sleep, get you nice and rested up for tomorrow.”

“Thank you Mommy.” You yawned, burying yourself further into her body.

“And for the record?” She paused, leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose, “I love you too.”

You let out what she thought was an adorable giggle, your cheeks flushing as your eyes finally cracked open to see her gazing upon you in the soft light of the moon. You pressed up, stealing a kiss from her smiling lips, murmuring against them,

“I love you.”

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DAD MONSTA X A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Yoo Kihyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

He loved to be around you whilst you were pregnant and keep you safe. Whenever you weren’t busy, Kihyun would be right by your side, ready to wrap his arms around you and remind you how amazing you looked too.

B ⇴ BUMP

Kihyun loved researching about your bump and all of the different things that you could expect with every week of pregnancy. Each week he’d sit down with you one night and tell you all the things that he had found out, from the size of your baby to symptoms, and most of all, just how big your bump was growing to be.

C ⇴ CRAVINGS

One of the things Kihyun loved the most about your pregnancy was your cravings, as it gave him plenty of excuses to cook for you. Kihyun loved taking care of you and cooking all of your favourites, making plenty of leftovers too so there was always a container or two lying about in the fridge for you to tuck into when you craved it.

D ⇴ DUE DATE

The week before your due date, Kihyun began to get especially frantic, you knew he often worried a lot, but you’d never seen him worry so much before in all the time that you had known him. He spent most of the day nervous that your baby would arrive at any second, if you so much as moved a little too quickly or made a little too much noise he’d jump up in panic assuming that something had happened to you.

E ⇴ EMOTIONS

Having always been a lover of kids, Kihyun had dreamt of the day when he’d finally be able to have a child of his own. It was almost impossible for him to put into words just how excited he was to start a family with you and how much it meant to him to have a baby too. You could often tell by the look on his face that he was overwhelmed, always giving him a moment when he felt such a way to be able to compose himself.

F ⇴ FAMILY

With his niece already the apple of his eye, the two of you couldn’t wait to add to Kihyun’s family and give her someone to play with too. As his niece was getting older, several members of his family were missing the new-born stages of babies again, and so the two of you ended up being the ones who filled the gap in the family, much to everyone’s excitement, but specifically to Kihyun’s niece’s excitement too.

G ⇴ GENDER

Neither of you could make up your minds when it came to what you wanted, both wanting different things. In the end, you knew you just had to do something to make up your minds, and so after one very competitive Monopoly game, you were able to smugly arrive at your next appointment knowing that you had gotten your way.

H ⇴ HEARTBEAT

Hearing the sound of your baby’s heart beating coincidentally ended up making Kihyun’s heart often skip a beat. He always loved to hear the sound of little heartbeats and reassure himself that your baby was growing well and that he had nothing to worry about. The thuds were quiet and gentle, but excited Kihyun greatly.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Kihyun often reminded you that he loved you the most at night whenever you’d get frustrated over the fact that you couldn’t sleep. He’d try his best to keep you calm, knowing that stressing wouldn’t help you out, whispering gently into your ear in the hope that it would try and relax you and help you get off to sleep too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

If anyone dared to try and make Kihyun jealous whilst he was in the bubble of being an expecting father, he’d make them regret it. Kihyun had a sharp tongue at the best of times, but when it came to someone making him jealous over you and your bump, he’d make sure to snap back at them with a lot more bite than they came at him with, making sure that people knew how protective he was of you both.

K ⇴ KICKS

You loved the smile that found its way onto Kihyun’s face whenever he felt the kicks of your baby. His eyes would disappear as his creased smile would appear, completely taken aback by the feeling. The kicks are one of the things that Kihyun never quite adjusts to, every single one makes him as excited as the first again.

L ⇴ LABOUR

It was tough for Kihyun to see you go through so much pain, more than anything he wished that he could have swapped positions with you, but he made sure that he was there for you from start to finish. Despite you assuring him at the end of contractions especially that he didn’t need to worry, he still stayed right by your side, attentive to everything that you needed, and barely ever letting go of your hand too.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

He very quickly adapted to your morning sickness, almost as if it were just a part of his routines. For a couple of days, he wasn’t a fan, but once he learnt how to care for you and the things that you needed, Kihyun was proactive every morning in being there for you and organising everything for once you were done too.

N ⇴ NURSERY

Despite his best efforts to try and put the furniture together for your nursery, it all ended a little upside down for Kihyun. In the end, you had to call in reinforcements, allowing the boys to tease Kihyun to no end over his botched attempts.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He was obsessed with your personality, Kihyun knew that there was no one else more well suited to become a mum than you, and most of all he felt very lucky that he was the one that got to be dad alongside you.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

Kihyun was a bit of a mess after you gave birth, living in constant worry that something could happen to his new family. He was terrified of something happening, keeping his eyes and ears alert at all times, jumping at even the smallest of noises out of fear that something had happened to either you or your baby.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loves being the one that you depend on, and so Kihyun will always ask you if you want anything, especially first thing when he comes home from work, keen to be there for you and make up for the time that he was away from you.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Your baby was the perfect source of inspiration for Kihyun to use in the studio when it came to creating. It was the lyrics in one of Kihyun’s songs that ended up planting the seed of intrigue for many of the fans to presume that the two of you were pregnant before you had made any official announcements.

S ⇴ SCANS

On the road especially, Kihyun always made sure that he took at least one of your scan photos with him so he could remind himself of what he had waiting for you at home. He hated leaving you but seeing your scan photo was a good replacement for being able to cuddle up to your bump properly and interact with your baby.

T ⇴ TEST

As soon as you told Kihyun that you hadn’t been feeling too well, he wondered if you were pregnant. On the way home after work that night, he stopped by at the store, grabbing a test that would end up starting a new adventure for you both.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

Every appointment was attended by you both, making sure that your baby had their mum and dad there to see how they were getting on.

V ⇴ VISITS

The two of you ended up having the boys over after just a couple of days of being at home in the hope they’d be able to help you out, and also you hoped they’d be able to calm Kihyun down and stop him worrying so much.

W ⇴ WAITING

Kihyun was incredibly patient, he wasn’t in a huge rush to meet your baby, instead he loved seeing the journey of them growing first.

X ⇴ XXXX

When he couldn’t find the words to express to you how he felt, Kihyun would often kiss you instead. Whether it was you, or your bump, you could always tell exactly what he was trying to say from the way that he kissed you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You took Kihyun’s breath away, he couldn’t believe what an incredible job you were doing.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Kihyun will never fall asleep at night without knowing that you’re asleep too. He feels guilty for being able to rest so easily, and so he’ll do whatever he can to help you rest first before worrying about his own ability to sleep.

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