#my beloved 💌

[tender-hearteddd]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

bertholdt x fem!reader

modern au, college au, established relationship, slight music nerd bertholdt, bertholdt is above 6’4, reiner ships you and bert so hard (´◡`)

wc - 4.0k

warnings - kissing, overthinking, insecurities abt relationship, kinda bad 😭

a/n - wrote this on a whim when i was on my work break so it’s not the best 🙁 unedited and kinda messy

bertholdt loves it when it's just you two.

having his head cuddled between your plush thighs as you play with his brunette shag you hoped he never cut - watching the princess diaries in a comfortable silence you two shared so often that came with a growing mutual understanding of your budding relationship. he kisses the side of your plush thigh once in awhile when you run your hands over the side of his head in that way you always do when youre positioned like this on nights like these - when reiner is gone slaving away at practice right before the big game and it's just you two showering each other with affection.

that's until reiner comes back to his shared apartment with his best friend of over 5 years.

"reiner!" bertholdt slightly yelled like it was bloody murder. bertholdt quickly stood up, getting his abnormally big head (and big body) away from your thighs trying to act like nothing was happening - which was exactly happening. bertholdt accidentally pulled you off the couch as he frantically got up, a thud coming under you and a sympathetic look coming from bertholdt. sure - bertholdt loves showering you with his affection, but he'll never actually parade it in front of others, including the person who has seen him naked several times.

"what are you doing here?" he stupidly asked like him and reiner haven’t been living together for a whole year now.

"oh you know - coming back to my lovely home after a long day at practice.” reiner explains as he drops his gym bag and take off his sneakers, not acknowledging his best friends awkwardness to make him and you feel better.

it’s been a routine for the past couple of months. he’ll come home, see you and bertholdt cuddling, lost in your own world, and bertholdt being abruptly deported from his own little world with you whenever reiner appears into the living room.

reiner finds it slightly entertaining, not just how embarrassed bertholdt gets but the way bertholdt can easily be this close to you; you’ve created your own world with each other, speaking a language only you and bertholdt can understand. sure bertholdt’s awkward tendencies get in the way of him showing his love for you but reiner can see the way you love each other when he sees you two giggle at the plural form of ball.

and when you scold him for eating peanuts ever since he found out he was allergic to them because during your guys first date, they brought out a bowl of peanuts as an appetizer and apparently peanuts aren’t supposed to hurt your mouth like that (yet he still eats them).

and when he makes CDs for you filled with the static noise he calls music reiner and annie can’t stand yet you somehow like it.

and when you made reiner secretly steal all his pants one by one so you could tailor them to fit into his long legs.

and when bertholdt loves you to the point where he creates and you love him to the point where you can invent.

and when bertholdt gets too lost in his head, and reiner or annie never know what to do, but somehow you’re the only who could find him, and when bertholdt makes sure you don’t ever get lost, ever.

and when reiner comes home, after a long day at football practice, and he catches a quick glimpse into your shared world with bertholdt, speaking your own language, and he sees how he becomes you and you become him in the way you two hold each other. reiner likes this bertholdt, don’t get him wrong, he also likes awkward bertholdt a lot as well but he knows bertholdt is a lot more than an awkward sweaty lanky mess. he’s just happy that bertholdt has someone to be himself around - even his awkward self. and reiner would totally try pushing bertholdt to be more comfortable with holding you in front of others but right now, he smells like wet grass and total ass and he can’t feel his legs; trying to push bertholdt out of his box will have to wait.

apart, scratch that, a good chunk of you finds it insulting. like him being your boy and you being his girl is hell on earth. you know bertholdt loves you. of course he does! you’re his own prayer. but sometimes - he gets up a little too fast whenever reiner comes home, and it makes you do the unthinkable; overthink.

which is exactly what you’re doing right now as bertholdt helps you up the floor and you could feel his once dry palm, which he used to play with the side of your thighs as you played with his hair, now moist do to his nervousness. you sighed under your breath and grabbed your jacket and bag from the front door.

“alright, gonna take this as my sign to leave.” you said avoiding eye contact with bertholdt and reiner while zipping up your jacket.

bertholdt knows you’re annoyed. and he knows you’ll tell him that it’s fine.

“good luck tomorrow reiner!” you yelled as you were making your way out the door.

“wait!” bertholdt ran after you, swiftly putting on his house slippers, “let me walk you out!” bertholdt grabbed the top of the door frame preventing it from slamming, ducked his tall body under the door frame, and gently closed the door making sure he wouldn’t bother reiner.

you waited for him as he jogged a short distance to catch up to you.

“hey,” he greeted you like you weren’t hanging out the whole day.

you know you should say hi back, you always do, but you know what he always does? he always pushes you away when reiner comes home. and it’s not his fault for being so shy, but still, can’t a girl hold her boyfriend in peace?

“are you mad?” bertholdt asked with the worried look on his face he always seemed to have.

“no.” you briskly told him, keeping your eyes forward.

bertholdt sighs as he pushes the button for the elevator to go down. your arms are crossed as you wait for one of the elevators to be available. usually you and bertholdt would talk about everything and nothing - why he hates his philosophy professor, king krule possibly coming to paradis, if you should get those jeans from jaded london, giving him a fake palm reading just to touch his hands, looking at the view from the window in the elevator room and people-watching into the apartment complex across the street - but right now, it’s silent, and not the comfortable kind you two always have but the “please don’t be mad” kind.

“are you sure you’re not mad?” he asks, a little exasperated watching you walk into the elevator while you try to avoid eye contact. he walks in after you, distracted from how worried he is about you, the tall oaf ends up hitting his head on the sill of the elevator.

“Ow!” he rubs his forehead with his pointer finger and his thumb trying to numb the pain. he ducks down to the mirror of the elevator to check for any bleeding and catches you trying not to laugh your ass off at your oaf of a boyfriend. you have the prettiest smile, he swears. he tries to suppress his own smile as he hears you fail and you erupt into snorts and giggles.

“do I have to hurt myself in order for you to acknowledge me?” he jokingly asks.

“yes.” you respond as you still have a grin on your face from your fit of laughter not too long ago. bertholdt presses the button to go down to the garage, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek to reassure you about whatever you’re upset about.

bertholdt walks you to your car, still a little cautious around you.

“what’s on your mind? i know something’s wrong.” bertholdt steps in front of you, preventing you from going any further to your car. bertholdt isn’t letting you go to sleep tonight feeling like this.

“it’s nothing really.” and it really is nothing, to you at least but not to bertholdt.

“it’s something.” bertholdt quickly retorts gently bringing his hand to yours.

you’re a little emotional, you’ve always been.

“can you just hold me? there’s no one around.” you reassure him. bertholdt’s heart stings at your act of reassuring him. bertholdt looks around for a moment and hugs your body to his in the empty parking garage, feeling your specific type of inviting warmth to his chest and having the smell of your vanilla coconut leave in conditioner scent hug his nose. he’s leaning against your car as you lean into him.

“are you mad because i pull away from you whenever reiner comes home?” he gently asks as he gave you a kiss on your head.

“im not mad, just..”

bertholdt gives you all the time to continue.

“just..are you embarrassed of being in a relationship with me or something?” you look up at him, slightly teary eyed, hoping he wouldn’t notice. but he does; because he wants to make sure you’ll never get lost.

“no! of course im not!” he furrows his eyebrows at you. you stare up at him looking if he’s telling the truth. and you know he is but overthinking gets the best of you sometimes. “you should be the one embarrassed to be in a relationship with me!” bertholdt jokes to make you feel better.

you smile as you hug him tighter, “never.”

“it’s just sometimes i feel like you are embarrassed of me.” you push the side of your face into his chest, avoiding eye contact once again.

“I’m not.” and he isn’t. bertholdt looks down at you with sympathy in his eyes, rubbing and kneading your back. he knows you deserve someone who can hold you whenever they please.

“you know how shy I get.” bertholdt reassures you that it’s his problem, not yours.

“i know.” you tell him. “i don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I just want you to hold me, just right now.”

“trust me, holding you doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”

bertholdt holds you in his strong arms like you’re a dove. every touch from him is carefully placed. you pout your lips signaling for a small kiss. as soon as he reaches down to give you a quick kiss, the tip of his ears red from his meekness, here comes porco galliard and his loud ass car beeping twice at you two. your eyes crinkle at his cars bright ass headlights and bertholdt lets you go from his grasp, not wanting porco to see the monstrous act of holding his girlfriend.

“give this to reiner for me!” the boy named after a pig yelled through his rolled down passenger window and threw out reiner’s jockstrap, bertholdt catching it as he let out a sigh of dissent. porco irresponsibly and annoyingingly, may I add, sped out of the garage, bertholdt yelling at him to slow down.

your eyebrows furrowed in distress when your giant of a boyfriend let you go. you watch as he slightly jogs after the speeding car and yells at the pig man driving it to slow down. bertholdt walks towards you, the dissatisfied look in your eyes wishing he kissed you a few moments earlier. bertholdt gives you a sympathetic smile as he held reiner’s jockstrap in between his fingers.

“bye,” you curtly smile back and tried as fast as you could to get into your car as you ignored your boyfriends goodbyes.

bertholdt watched your car drive out of the parking garage, a disappointed groan coming from his body.

the olive skinned boy closes his apartment door with a sigh. it pains him to know that there’s apart of you, that may grow into a chunk, that thinks he’s ashamed of you. and you know he isn’t, but he knows how you overthink. hell, he can’t blame you. if he was in your position, he would think the same thing too.

but bertholdt is shy - painfully shy, almost like he’s cursed to be this way forever, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you the way he does behind closed doors in front of others. if bertholdt could, he’d have you attached to the hip.

bertholdt is just…how you say - modest.

one touch, and he knows he’s gone.

it took him at least three months into the relationship for him to even comfortably hold you, and took him another three for it to become a regular thing. every touch from your fingertips is a modified blow, and bertholdt is made of glass. the first time you molded your hands to the side of his face, he swore he shattered into a thousand pieces. and you put him back all together. you touch him like a prayer, a prayer only you two understand. the first time you touched bertholdt, when you held his face, or when he laid his head in between your thighs, or when his senses are overloaded with you - bertholdt feels his heart take root in his body, discovering something he doesn’t even have a name for.

so it’s not that bertholdt is embarrassed, he just craves even the slightest brush of your fingertips against his skin too much.

“You forgot your jockstrap.” bertholdt throws it to a now freshly showered reiner, who is currently eating his second bowl of lucky charms right now.

“thanks.” states a tired reiner.

reiner put his now empty bowl in the sink while bertholdt got ready for bed.

“goodnight bertholdt.” reiner slaps bertholdt’s flat ass.

“goodnight reiner.” bertholdt does the same to reiner.

reiner yawns and before closing his bedroom door, he peeks his head out, and with tired eyes and a tired voice, he tells his best friend since middle school,

“if you could slap my ass every night, you can hold your girl without being a scaredy cat about it by the way.”

bertholdt looks back at him with a surprised look on his face.

“you should hold her more.” reiner states before he kicks his bedroom close and going to sleep for his game tomorrow.

and bertholdt agrees.

these intrusive thoughts aren’t letting you sleep. the many times bertholdt has pushed your affection away in front of others is making you cringe and the little voice inside your head is not letting you forget them. there’s a devil and angel on your shoulders arguing whether he really loves you or not. you’re being dramatic, no you’re not, yes you are. all you really want is your boyfriend to hold you. is that too much to ask? you wanna cry but you don’t let yourself, bertholdt would let you. you let out a frustrated sigh and grab your phone from your nightstand. a second ago it was only 12 but now it’s almost 3 o clock in the morning. to hell with these intrusive thoughts.

bertholdt <3: Just wanna say goodnight and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I hope you feel better in the morning, I love you.

sent at 12:25

you roll your eyes at the text message sent by your boyfriend but can’t help but feel a teensy bit better, but not enough to fall asleep. a glass of warm milk and those melatonin chocolates bertholdt bought for you will do. you find your roommate pieck awake at almost 3 in the morning making herself a cup of tea in her jaw titan mug.

“he did it again.” you tell her as you get out the carton of milk and pour it into a glass.

“again!?” pieck suddenly drops her spoon into her cup of tea.

“shhhhh!” annie is in her room doing the right thing you’re supposed to do at 3 in the morning, sleep. annie is also possibly the lightest sleeper you’ve ever come across and even pieck’s soft voice can wake her up.

“did you tell him how you feel?” pieck asked more quietly this time as she blew at her hot tea.

“yeah.” you sighed, waiting for the microwave to be done warming up your glass of milk.

“and?”

“and…he told me that he wasn’t embarrassed of me and he was just shy.” you take your too hot glass of milk out of the microwave and ended up yelling, possibly waking up annie and praying you didn’t.

“shhhh!” pieck pulls her finger to her lips.

you and pieck stay quiet to listen out for annie’s footsteps, and luckily for you two, you heard none.

“well that’s good right? he’s not embarrassed of you!” pieck says, a little more quiet this time, just in case.

“yeah but, your pig of a boyfriend, who’s headlights are way too bright, came to drop off…something reiner forgot and he let go of me like i was burning hot.” you drink all your milk in one go and let the chocolate dissolve in your mouth.

“but you are burning hot.”

“pieck,” you smile at her playful flirting while staying stern to let her know now is not the time to flirt

“why the hell are both of you still awake?” annie opens the door to her room glaring at both of her roommates.

“what the fuck annie!?” you yelped in your normal voice not having to whisper anymore.

annie makes her way to the fridge and grabs a water bottle, gulping it down like she’s been stranded in the Sahara desert for eternity.

“you two suck at whispering.” annie states throwing away the now empty water bottle.

“what could you two be talking about this fine night?” annie sarcastically asks.

“your bestie is a scaredy-cat and can’t hold his girlfriend in front of others.” pieck jokes.

“pieck!”

“bertholdt?”

“who else?” you confirm

“you can’t make him do anything that makes him uncomfortable, bertholdt’s always been like that.” annie defends her best friend as if you were talking bad about him in the first place.

“im not.”

“well it sounds like you are.” annie’s a good friend, you note.

“i never took a dig at bertholdt as a person, you know how I feel about him annie, i just…feel like he’s embarrassed of me.” you look away from her, a little embarrassed yourself.

annie scoffs, sitting down at the kitchen table “he is not embarrassed of you stupid.”

you look at annie a bit relieved.

“he’s just meek, okay? trust me, it gets to me sometimes too. bertholdt always seemed like he would be meek forever..”

“that’s not a bad thing.” you retort

“can you let me finish first?” annie continues “but, and I know you know this, he’s destined to be more than that.”

“he is already more than that.”

“i already know that.” annie says

there’s a bit of an awkward silence and pieck has awkwardly been stirring her tea the whole time.

annie sighs, “he seems to be a lot more confident ever since you’ve been with him and….” annie hates that she’s admitting this, god she prays you and pieck learn to whisper so she won’t ever have to say something like this again to anyone.

“I like that he’s happy with you.”

your eyes brighten up with joy.

“really?” you smile brightly.

“yes really.” annie sighs once again.

“thanks annie.” you give her a hug and she awkwardly pats your back. you make your way back to your bedroom, with a lingering smile on your face. you text bertholdt goodnight and you know he’s gonna worry over the time you sent your text (3:15 in the morning) but at least now your intrusive thoughts have stopped.

annie doesn’t see you as a friend like pieck or the rest of her friends do. you’re just her roommate. but ever since bertholdt has been dating you for the past 9 months, he does things like hum while doing basic tasks, developed an actual sense of fashion, listens to actual good music and her favorite? tells her and reiner that he loves them every night in their groupchat.

“annie?” pieck says quietly, her tea gone cold.

“yes pieck?” annie sighs, once again.

“do you like bertholdt, in the way Y/N likes bertholdt?” pieck is also a good friend.

annie turns to pieck a bit dumbfounded “pieck, I am literally a lesbian, god.”

“oh thank god.” pieck lets out a breath of relief.

annie goes back into her room, her head now hurting.

you have no idea how football works.

you chant offense when it’s defense, defense when it’s offense, don’t even know what it means to be flagged. yet here you are, giving all your undivided attention to the very homoerotic game that is football, trying to ignore your intrusive thoughts about your boyfriend. all you really know is reiner’s jersey number.

the score is currently 14 - 7, halftime is in three minutes, and under these late night stars, the crowd is starting to get rowdy. eren jaeger is sat three seats beside you yelling at jean kierstein about how much of a pussy the opposing team is. jean kierstein’s face is tomato red as he tries his hardest not to punch eren in the face. armin is right in the middle of it wishing he never came. mikasa knows that these losers wouldn’t even survive in a football game but she can. your roommate pieck just wants to support her boyfriend, and bertholdt and your other roommate annie are just supporting their best friend.

you don’t understand the hype for college football games. the aftermath was always so depressing. men fighting over two groups of other men cuddling each other, underage college students getting alcohol poisoning, people you’ve seen post environmental activism infographics on their instagram stories littering like it’s nothing.

you’ve seen the worst minds of your generation at a college football game.

bertholdt knows you have no idea what’s going on. he’s talking to annie about the game, while also trying to subtly explain to you how it works and annie has no idea why bertholdt is explaining the game to her. If bertholdt keeps this up, annie will probably have to beat his ass.

“the titans just got flagged? wow I wonder what they got penalized for.”

“yeah our defense, who stop the other team from scoring, have been doing really well this season!”

“our offense, who have the ball currently, have been kinda sloppy this quarter, don’t you think?”

Bertholdt is lucky halftime is about to start.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat.” annie states, annoyed by bertholdt.

“get me a korean corn dog please!” you yell after her. she flips you off as she walks away, which means yes, you will get your korean corn dog.

that silence between you and bertholdt appears from last night again, the “please don’t be mad” kind, and you don’t like it. you can feel bertholdt’s doe eyes on you and you know he’s worried about you. he let you go home feeling like an embarrassment to him and he has so much to make up for.

you two don’t really get into the typical fights, sure some misunderstandings, but nothing like this before. you’re overreacting, you know you are. but you can’t help but feel so insecure.

“you should stop explaining how football works to Annie before she beats you up.” you tell your oaf of a boyfriend in a way to let him know him that you don’t want it to be like this any longer.

“if she beat me up, would it make you happy?” bertholdt jokingly asked, a little relieved.

“very.” you gave bertholdt a toothy grin. you give him the most brisk kiss on the cheek, you don’t even think your lips touched him.

“thank you.” you tell him because you know the only reason why he even is explaining football to annie, who probably understands it way more than you and bertholdt, is because he thinks you need space from the passive aggressive predicament you got into last night. (which is far from what you need)

you’re eyes are guided back to the big jumbotron in the center of the field, watching the two dogs who represent the two teams race against each other. bertholdt keeps his eyes on you and observes the way your face lights up when you see the brown labrador dressed as an armored titan race against a black great dane dressed as the colossal.

“bertholdt that black dog resembles you so much!” you tell him in the nicest way possible as you point at the screen. ymir bursts into the most disrespectful laughter possible, her and her girlfriend historia sitting above you and bertholdt.

“ymir stop being mean!” historia scolds.

bertholdt doesn’t care though, he does look like a dog to a certain extent, and he doesn’t care - as long as he can see you smile. he disregards ymir’s snorts, he ignores eren and jean’s arguing, he hasn’t noticed that annie’s been gone for longer than usual, he forgets what breed the dogs were and which one won, the cheering in the stadium has suddenly stopped - all he knows at this moment is you. here you are, his girl, the biggest smile on your face accentuating your cheekbones with your eyes crinkling in the corner. he swears you have the prettiest smile. it makes his brain go fuzzy, makes him forget everything around him -

your intrusive thoughts have gotten the very best of you, all of last night and up to today. there’s that voice in your head who keeps on telling you that you’re not worthy of being shown off, that being with someone like you is an embarrassment - how dare anyone love you? but right now - bertholdt feels so honored in this current moment sitting this close to you and having the privilege to see you smile. he looks like an idiot probably as he admires you from his seat that his tall body can barely fit in. but he doesn’t care - all his inhibitions have left and you’ve replaced them.

reiner can’t wait until this game is over with. he’s sat on the metal moist bench with his helmet off squeezing his water bottle into his mouth as his bandages are being renewed below him by the teams nurse. the black game paint he painted across his face has became grey and smudged and his hair is soaked from how much he’s been sweating. there’s about three minutes of halftime left and he’s spending those three minutes watching the Jumbotron across him.

“pucker your lips and get ready for the kiss cam titans!” came a booming voice from the intercom.

the first couple weren’t even a couple and the girl ended up moving away when the guy motioned a kiss towards her.

the second couple gave each other a meek kiss and the crowd boo’d at their lousy excuse of a kiss.

the third couple was a girl in the middle of eating a korean corn dog and the giraffe of a man totally entranced by her cheese pull.

reiner’s eyes widen as he sets his eye on the dork of a couple who were cuddling on his couch last night.

bertholdt is looking at you like you’re the only person in this whole stupidly funded football stadium. you have a bit of mustard on the corner of your lips and your inhaling the cool night air to cool down the burning piece of fried cheese in your mouth. you look to bertholdt and stick your tongue out and point at it with sad eyes.

“I burnt my tongue,” you said with your tongue still sticking out.

“you’re on kiss cam you idiots!” ymir smiled at the both of you and playfully pushed bertholdt’s towards you.

bertholdt doesn’t even know he’s on kiss cam. he barely felt ymir push him over to you. he sees you look over to the jumbotron and grow embarrassed as you use your hand to cover your face. out of nowhere, you’re hit with the massive weight that is the whole crowd’s judgement. somehow, you’re the one filled with inhibitions and bertholdt isn’t.

“bertholdt…” you whisper to him, “we’re on kiss cam!” you say this like it’s the worse thing in the world.

all bertholdt hears is kiss and that’s what he does - in front of thousands of people, all of paradis’ college towns watching on their TVs, in front of eren jaeger and jean kierschstein who’ve stopped arguing due to how surprised they are, in front of armin arlert who’s just glad they’ve stopped arguing, in front of mikasa ackerman who has never felt so much second hand embarrassment in her life just from you eating your corn dog, in front of pieck finger who’s smiling so big because you were just telling her last night how you felt bertholdt was embarrassed of you, in front of annie leonhardt who can’t help but roll her eyes at you two, in front of ymir who’s cheering bertholdt on, and in front of reiner braun, who’s annoying the nurse who’s bandaging his calves from his constant movement as he stands up and cheers for his best friend since middle school.

bertholdt is carefully cradling your face in both of his hands, like you’re his own personal prayer, his own personal heaven, his own angel; they’re large and warm up your cool face and his fingers reach to your scalp. you didn’t expect this from him, you even thought he would just walk away pretending to not even know who you are (and if he did that, you would give him something to be embarrassed about). but here he is, his lips on your lips, kissing you like this is what mouths are for. finding warmth in his mouth, you relax into his lips and hold his hands closer to your face.

neither you or bertholdt can hear the crowd cheering you guys on as bertholdt’s lips put you into some sort of trance just like how your smile induced his. it is every kiss bertholdt owes you every time he pulled away in front of others. it is the song baby by donnie and joe emerson that is the first track on the CD bertholdt gifted you when he asked you to be his girlfriend. it is the last track - ‘baby’ by ariel pink. it is bertholdt’s hands cradling your face up to reach his lips and your hands on his, your mouth becoming his mouth, it is you who breaks into shards and it will be him who will put you back together.

once you both pull away due to the ear-paining air horn signifying that halftime is over, the kiss cam screening had already been over with. bertholdt’s olive skin heats up, his lips covered in your gloss and your lips a bit swollen.

you look up at to him with bright but bashful eyes, and you smile.

and he swears you have the prettiest smile.

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[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

#this is very silly #i just wanted to get it out of my drafts #i’ve had this thought for a while but #i decided i didn’t want to write a whole drabble so now you get this #kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me #and so is him having a cat tehe #selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but it’s not that obvious i hope #beloved kento 💋 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ #nanami x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ #jjk x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami x gender neutral reader

[yuwuta]

yuuta seems like he’s very horny but also extremely sleepy and in denial about said sleepiness when he’s drunk. he’s curled up into you on the couch, eyes half-lidded, words muffled because his lips are literally pressed against your collar, and you know he could pass out at any minute, but still, he insists, “baaaaaaby, i wan—wanna… i’m gonna be s’good to you when we get homeeee.” he can barely lift his head up to look at you, and when he does you know the blush on his cheeks isn’t just from the alcohol, that lust pooling in his eyes is real, but you can’t help but be caught in just how endearing his slow, heavy blinking is. 

yuuta is tired. you’re pretty sure that you’re gonna need maki or yuuji’s help getting him into a cab later, he’s already deadweight against you; but in yuuta’s hazy, drunk mind, all he can see is a halo above your head, all he can think about how much he loves you, how he always wants to be with you, how he wants to take care of you. “‘m gonna make you feel soooooo good,” he promises with a fuzzy smile, his head immediately dropping to your neck again, nose nuzzling against your skin where he presses a few sloppy kisses, “sooo good. promise. because i love you.” 

and even though drunk yuuta never quite gets to make good on his promises, he always makes it up to you to the morning after, showering you in kisses and mindlessly rolling his fingers over your nipples because, “aren’t you such an angel, took care of me all night,” he drawls, licking down the center of your stomach, “let me be good to you like i promised.” 

#drunk yuuta my beloved.... his eyes have never been more hollow and bewitching than when he's off his 6th espresso martini LOL #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk imagines #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta smut #yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta smut #yuta x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk smau #💌.yuuta

[snivel1]

My friend wanted to see him in a dress :"3

I'm always open for art requests btw! <33

#he's so coquette💅🎀💋💌/j #kinitopet #kinito #kinito the axolotl #kinito fanart #kinito my beloved #snively doodles #he is so so so lovely i can't 😭😭😭‼️‼️💕💕💞

[agustdiv1ne]

hmm,, new yawnzzn post has me thinking boyfie!yj picnic date thoughts...yeah <3

boyfriend!yeonjun who takes you on a cute picnic date and brings his camera to capture nature shots as you walk around...you whine the first time his hand slips from yours to take a photo of tree swathed in lovely pink flowers and he simply chuckles at your pouty lips and furrowed eyebrows, offering his hand once more to you,, his face grows warm as your smile returns, all for him to admire and enjoy ^^

boyfriend!yeonjun who just can't help but start taking pictures of you, telling you how to pose and being the most helpful boyfie ever :') loves the way you giggle and hide your face in your hands in embarrassment as he loudly praises you, practically shouting in the park about how pretty you are and how perfect you look and how he's just so lucky to have you, completely unbothered by the odd stares that the two of you get from random passersby!

boyfriend!yeonjun who, once again, gets too engrossed in taking aesthetic pictures that he doesn't even realize that you've began taking candid photos of him,, once he realizes he acts all cocky to mask his giddy shyness, teasing and asking you why you need more pictures of him when you already have so many (and besides, he's right in front of you, you don't need them)..you slap his arm and tell him to shut up, that you just want to admire your handsome boyfriend and for a moment you think that you've broken him, the tips of his ears flushing as he stares at you, mouth agape......it takes you snatching his hand and dragging him along with you for him to snap out of his little lovesick daze

boyfriend!yeonjun whose overwhelming urge to kiss you results in him pulling you behind a tall tree to hide you from wandering eyes, capturing your lips with his own 'n shielding your back from the rough bark with his arms around your waist, whispering how much he adores you during small intermissions in which his lips hover just millimeters from your own,, he eventually moves to peck little kisses all across your face, causing you to laugh and shove his face away with a gentle palm against the soft skin of his cheek..and his sudden change in expression sends nervous tingles down your spine, his once soft grin now sharp around the edges and eyes zeroing in on your torso, his fingers digging into the sensitive spots on your waist...if you don't want his kisess, he'll just have to tickle you until you give in!!

boyfriend!yeonjun who just wants to see you smile and will do anything to achieve that goal — even if it means staining his precious clothes as you both roll around in the grass, slipping as he runs to capture you in his arms (you make him feel like a kid again, all carefree and lighthearted and just so, so in love),,, once he does, he presses his lips against yours once more....in that moment, he finds himself thinking about fate, about soulmates, and how you must be his <3

#he posted these pictures for me guys (i am delusional) #yeonjun my beloved <3 #txt fluff #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #yeonjun fluff #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun soft hours #yeonjun soft thoughts #yeonjun drabbles #txt drabbles #txt imagines #yeonjun imagines #💌 — jjun

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Brat tamer Chris🥺?? who instead of spanking ur ass, spanks ur clit and kissing it (ie. eating you out mercilessly) better because there’s just something about the teary eyes, swollen wet pussy, and a whiny little princess that’s gone stupid from the sensations that just does it for him🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

It’s all out of love. He knows you can be good for him you just need a little bit more firm direction. And if you get overstimulated along the way? Well….

I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN TO WHORE OUT LIKE THIS😭you HAVE TO BELIVE ME😭😭IM INNOCENT AT HEART (not really)

I’m sorry if this doesn’t match what you had in mind <3

“Tell me babygirl, why are you being punished?” Understanding is the first step in learning your lesson. He wants to know that you know what you did was wrong and that there are repercussions as a result. “Came without permission” you croak.

It wasn't an accident; Chan was quite understanding in that regard, especially if you had been without his touch for weeks. No, you knew what you were doing when sending him recordings of you whining and moaning while he was at work. You say nothing in the audio recordings in an attempt to tease Chan further. Silently taunting him to do something about it, taunting him to make you talk. Make you tell him how much you needed him, how you missed him and so desperately wanted him home to take care of his princess.

The last clip is what truly sets him off; 20 seconds, that's all it took for you to end up in this position. The sounds of your labored breathing and whimpers growing louder and louder before your voice is finally heard, its faint, almost inaudible. “cumming,” you whine. Chan knows you too well, and even though he can't see you, he can still hear the cocky smirk plastered across your face.

A simple "I love you" text is sent after the recording, trying to play off the fact that you broke a rule. The rule being, you're only allowed to orgasm with his permission.

He now had you on the bed, rid of your clothes and your legs spread out, readying you for your punishment. His eyes are looking up at you from between your legs, and his fingers glide up your folds, his middle finger tracing little circles on your clit. You feel small in the presence of his intense gaze.

“Not even a please.” Chan shakes his head in disapproval, and you feel the warmth of his fingers leave you, the cold air replacing his digits. “Gonna spank you five times. I want you to count them out loud, if you close your legs or fail to count we restart, understood?” You hum in approval “uh uh, use your words, tell me you understand.”

You groan and throw your head back, and in the process break your eye contact with him. “Y/n” his voice is dangerous, deep and laced with warning. “Look at me and you tell me you understand” Your head rolls to the side, and your eyes meet with his again, his pupils blown out with lust.

It's honestly a bit intimidating the way he looks at you when he's in this state. In this moment he was a predator, and you were more than willing to be his prey. He then moves his dominant hand to hover over your core, so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his palm.

“I understand,” you sigh, now accepting your fate. “good,” he nearly growls. His hand pulls back a little and with a flick of the wrists, his fingers sharply land on your cunt, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"One," you mumble as you attempt to contain the moans that are bubbling up in your throat. If Chan knew how much you enjoyed it, he would devise a new punishment, which is the last thing you wanted.

Once more, his hand pulls back before coming down and landing on the same spot where it had previously smacked you. This time, the strike is more painful than the last one, a whimper now slipping past your pretty lips. “Number,” Chan demands. “t-two,” and the process repeats. “three,” and again. “fo-four”

Each time the pain grows more and more, your body starts to tremble, your legs dare to close, and your tears are about to spill over. Just one more, and it will be over.

Chan continues to watch you, the glint in his eyes dark and piercing. Your eyes then shut causing the tears to fall down your heated cheeks. “Look at me” Chan corrects you. His face softens when your eyes meet his, it's almost a sympathetic look, a look that's filled with nothing but love. “Ready?” He questions and you nod a little “ready” you agree, your voice quivering slightly.

His hand pulls back further than all the times before, and in an instant it comes hurling down. Fear ensues, your legs about to close in order to protect your sensitive, swelling cunt. But before you can even manage to do so, his hand meets your heat, the sound of the impact ringing through the bedroom and you let out a cry.

“The number baby,” his voice is soft as he speaks to you now. “Five” Your body relaxes a little now knowing that the punishment is over. Chan's lips replace his hand, pressing soft kisses around your clit causing waves of both pain and pleasure to wash over your body.

“What do you say princess?” He hums against you between kisses and small licks. He waits for you to collect your thoughts before giving your thigh a small squeeze and sliding one of his hands up to your hand resting on your tummy, threading his fingers with yours.

You’re quiet as you think, your brain running too slow to come up with a coherent sentence. “I’m sorry for being a brat,” you mumble. “Good girl”

Chan gets up from between your legs, coming up to meet you face to face “You okay?” He whispers as his hand cups your cheek, his thumb wiping away the stray tears rolling down your face, and you hum in agreement.

Before laying down next to you, he gives you a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. His hands then grab hold of your waist and draw you to his chest, his heartbeat and the constant rise and fall of his chest calming you a little. “Do you want me to get you water or start a bath?”

“uh uh, not yet.” Chan nods in acknowledgement and the tips of of his fingers begin lightly trailing up and down your back “We can stay like this as long as you’d like beautiful”

@atinystaywerewolf @angelichanniez

#💌-Sarah’s Inbox #my beloved anon #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #bang chan #bangchan scenarios #bangchan hard hours #bangchan skz #straykids bangchan #christopher bang #bangchan hard thoughts #bangchan imagines #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan hard hours #bang chan imagines #bang chan drabbles #bang chan scenarios #stray kids bang chan #stray kids drabbles #skz imagines #skz hard thoughts #skz scenarios #skz hard hours

[b1mbodoll]

thinking about dom! wolf hybrid! momo, g!p.... she would be so cute in a moment and in the other?? oops... she is fucking the reader like crazy.....

pairings: hirai momo x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + g!p + creampies + breeding + knotting + biting + a/b/o dynamics

💌: so sorry for the late reply my love </3 i hope this is to ur liking and lmk if u enjoyed it !! ^^

it’s easy to forget momo’s not an overexcited puppy, her nature as an apex predator only showing when she fucks you.

she lets you get away with a lot of things because she’s a sucker for your cunt and soft pout when she tries punishing you. it’s somewhat laughable how whipped the wolfgirl is, but who can blame her for letting you off easy if it results in her fucking you within an inch of your life and you calling her “alpha”

“slow down, momo” you plead, cunt spasming around her length as she works it deeper, the tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

she pays you no mind and continues her movements as she slots her face in the crook of your neck, sharp canines planted deep in your skin.

the pain causes you to squirm and she growls at you before slamming her hips against yours roughly in an effort to prove ber dominance.

“momo! alpha, calm down,” your whines only serve to spur her on, “it hurts.” you add.

she doesn’t let up for a second, not until you’ve climaxed at least three times and then you feel it.

her knot beginning to inflate drives you crazy, legs wrapped around her hips to pull her even closer as her semen floods your womb. “oh god, you’re such a good alpha. always makin’ sure im well bred n makin’ me feel so good.”

your praise goes straight to her dick and it makes her cock twitch inside of you as a content whine escapes her, the noise slightly muffled due to her teeth still stuck in your neck.

after reaching her orgasm momo begins to rut against you, her knot causing shocks of pain when she moves too fast and you know she’s far from done. she won’t stop til your cunt is gushing, her thick cum pooling on the bed as she fucks it out of you

#powered througj my hangover just to write this #momo my beloved #♡.sweethearts #needyforchaeyoung #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #hirai momo #twice #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo smut #twice x reader #twice smut #💌.hybrids #💌.knotting #💌.a/b/o #💌.biting #💌.breeding #💌.creampies #💌.g!p

[tender-hearteddd]

I actually think bertholdt hoover is super duper strong for having the weight of his father’s health on his back while also dealing with his best friend getting too lost in the role and his other best friend ignoring his existence while the both of them both depended on him to commit atrocities no one should ever bare witness to in the name of becoming warriors for their own selfish reasons when that oaf just wanted his father to be okay lol

#my beloved 💌 #i love you bertholdt hoover i love you so much #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhardt #attack on titan #bertholdt x reader #aot spoilers #aot fanfiction #annie x reader #rba #aot warriors #aot anime #bertholdt hoover you deserve so much more #probably never related to a character more than him

[kentopedia]

nanami kento who has a piano in his apartment, but you never thought he could play it. it just sits there and collects dust for months and months, nothing more than a shelf for his paperwork.

you tease him and tell him he should learn if he’s going to have such an expensive piece of furniture. he just smiles indulgently and says nothing.

but when you’re sleeping over at his place more than your own, and all your things find their way in his closet, and you tell him your life felt so colorless before he was a part of it…

you wake up one morning to the most beautiful piece of music you’ve ever heard, and it takes you so long to realize it’s him.

and he smiles at you softly and keeps playing as you walk towards the sounds in nothing but his button-up, the windows open with a soft breeze. his hands fly across the keys easily, fingertips gentle as he moves an octave higher.

it brings tears to your eyes because he loses himself in the music, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so peaceful before.

because for years, he made himself believe there was no worth in dedicating so much time to a hobby that would lead to nothing. not when he could work harder at things that could bring in a profit, even if it was killing him.

he realizes, now, why he’s been looking for you for his entire life. you’re his muse, the one that just needed to remind him that anything that brings him joy is never a waste of time.

#i have his hands on my mind today #sobs #the veins !!! #going insane !! #may or may not elaborate later #i want him i love him i need him #kento playing the piano ?? i WOULD cry #just my little thoughts for today #beloved kento 💋 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami fluff #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

[alfiefuntimes]

🌈 💌 george tillman stimboard for @clowncamp ₊˚⊹♡

#hiii i got sillay #tillman 💌 #be kind my neighbor #bkmn #george tillman #my stuff 🧡 #i could not forget his beloved mail truck

[punkeropercyjackson]

Willow:Babe,i think i'm pan

Hunter:That's great,honeybee,i'm so happy for you!!!

Vee:And i'm pretty sure i'm a lesbian

Hunter,surprised:Do any of us not like girls?

Gus:I don't :D

#prev post reminded me of my 'there's no fucking way gus actually liked bria and is a comphet gay' agenda #hexside quad #willow park #willow tag #hunter noceda-deamonne #vee noceda #gus porter #huntlow #t4t huntlow #veesha #t4t veesha #gustholomule #t4t gustholomule #grimwalker dad and plant mom #toh #blasian willow my beloved #trans hunter #transmasc or transfem or transneutral or secret fourth things you pick #💌 #summerposting

[kurooscopy]

@/Haikyu_EN on twitter

if im not answering notifs, this is why (im dead) xoxo

#NEKOMA THIRD YEARS MY MOST DEARLY BELOVEDS #oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god #you already know who i'm looking at #THEY ALL LOOK SO GOODDDDD HELPPPPPP #haikyuu #nekoma #𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 💌 ada’s psa’s #⌕ showing results for: hq!! #⌕ casting: ken ken .°˖✧ #srce ₊˚ෆ

[cheolhub]

omg don’t tease with a sub! camboy hyuka and just leave us hanging like that 😭😭😭

SUB CAMBOY!HYUKA

wc. 434

note. sorry sorry </3 here’s a lil short something (that i haven’t edited and wrote in 10 minutes)

i was just thinking abt it and the concept is so hot but also so fucking cute cuz just look at our precious kai :(

you’d just be pumping his length with your hand covered in his previous loads listening to the cha-chings indicating donations from your loyal watchers. he’s in tears, mumbling out, “too much…” yet he’s constantly bucking into your hand cuz he needs more.

and you’re just like, “but, baby, they’re paying you so much to cum again,” murmuring the words with your lips pressed against his pink ear. “if not for them, you’ll do it for me right? you’ll cum for me?”

kai, ever the good boy, nods his head incessantly, whining when your hand pumps harder. “y-yes, for you— anything for you.”

you coo, “good boy, always so good for me.”

he gasps, twitching uncontrollably in your hand, “p-please!”

you giggle hearing the tip jar go off ceaselessly. you look at the screen reading the comments— all of which are calling your lover beautiful, begging him to let go again.

“gonna cum, pretty boy? everyone’s asking you to.”

“y-yeah, ‘m gunna cum— can i…?”

you look into the cam asking, “should i let our pretty boy cum again?” you ask, faux pout etching into your lips.

the comments flood with, yes! and please cum! making you smirk. everyone is being so nice today.

“you can, baby, cum for us— cum for me, hmm?” you purr. “make a big mess for me ‘n maybe i’ll let you fuck me if you’re not too tired.”

at this, he’s throwing his head back, the prettiest cry leaving his lips. he immediately does as told, clear ribbons of cum spurting out of his flushed, sensitive cock.

he’s gasping, spent from the back to back orgasms and all you can do is coo praises, calling him good and pretty and so sweet.

you notice how he’s panting and whining in overstimulation, and you decide he’s had enough for the night.

“alright, my love, let’s clean you—“

he interrupts you, flushed face turning to look at you. “wan’— hngh, wanna fuck you…” he moans out, face scrunched together in pleasure. his hand grabs at your hip, urging you to move and straddle him.“please, please, please— let me, please.”

your face softens and you giving him a saccharine smile. “such an eager thing…you sure you can cum again?”

“i can! please…” he cries, already growing hard again.

you sigh, knowing he’ll regret the decision as soon as you let him have at you, but his begs always make you fold.

he’s just too good to deny.

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#[💌: anon] #hyuka my beloved #[txt rkive] #huening kai smut #txt smut #hueningkai smut