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[anglbunny]

credit completion ♡ Fratboy!Gojo satoru

cw: smut mdni, frat boy!gojo, teacher!reader, dub-con

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You should’ve known Satoru Gojo wouldn’t take you seriously.

Leaning back in the stiff chair across from your desk, legs spread obnoxiously wide, eyes hidden behind those stupid sunglasses, he didn’t even try to act like he was listening. You droned on about his attendance, the assignments he hasn’t turned in, the grades that were circling the drain. He looked at the ceiling, the clock, his phone, until finally your voice snapped sharp—stern, professional, done.

“Gojo, if you don’t pull your grades up, you’re going to have to repeat this class. That’s not a warning anymore—it’s a fact.”

That finally made his attention flick lazily toward you, lips curling into that cocky, frat boy smirk. “Damn, teach, you sound so serious… makes me think you want me to stick around longer.”

You clenched your jaw, ready to throw him out, but he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice dropping into something sinfully low.

“Or maybe… I could raise my grade another way?”

You blinked. “…Excuse me?”

Gojo’s grin widened, tongue flicking over his teeth. “C’mon, now. Don’t play dumb. Bet you get off on being in control, huh? All that authority. But when’s the last time someone made you beg?”

You stood to dismiss him, heart pounding, but before you could speak, he was already around the desk, crowding you, caging you in. He smelled like expensive cologne, bad decisions, and frat party smoke. And despite every fiber of your professional brain screaming no—your body melted when he pressed you down onto your own desk, his palm splayed over the small of your back.

And that’s how you ended up here.

Bent over like a cheap slut on campus, skirt bunched around your hips, his cock slamming deep into you, stretching you until your vision blurred. The sound of skin slapping filled the empty lecture hall, along with your helpless moans, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as you clawed at the polished wood.

“See, Ms.l/n,” Gojo groaned behind you, fucking into you like he owned your body, “bet you never got ruined on your own fuckin’ desk, huh? Look at you—fuckin’ drooling. S’this the face of a professional? Yeah? You like when the student teaches you a lesson?”

You couldn’t answer—not when his hand was around your throat, making you dizzy, high off the filthy way he stretched you out. All you could do was take it, sobbing his name into the varnish while he pounded into you like he wanted you to fail him.

And Gojo?

Gojo was grinning, knowing he’d just found his new favorite after-class activity.

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[soobtokki]

sweet ⸝⸝ jake sim

summary: falling in love with the Sim boys was so easy for you.

─ pairing: jake s. x fem!reader ᛝ tags: fluff, romance, single!dad jake, non-idol au, slight aged up jake, use of “y/n, y/ln”, open ending ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ word count: 3.2k

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a/n: the kid actually looks so much like him omggg, i melted with tenderness, i could only think of cute fluff, and this kind of little plot, just a small cute scenario raising a few questions lol<3

One of Jake Sim’s biggest dreams, even though it might not seem like it and sound corny, was always to become a father. From the moment he became aware of his great admiration for his father and loved being around children—which was at an early age—he knew clearly who he wanted to be: the sweetest and most appropriate role for his children.

He was romantic, almost a little naive when it came to love, a nearly pure soul, so after fulfilling several dreams, such as enthusiastically dedicating himself to a job related to the career he studied, he fell madly in love with a woman whom he made his wife for years and finally got what he had been waiting for as the fruit of their love, a beautiful and adorable child. Sim Jaemin. Jasper Sim.

The little boy was his greatest adoration. From the moment he was born, Jake was a man who knew how to balance work and being the best father to Jaemin perfectly.

Jake always knew what to do with Jaemin, what to say, what games to play, how to love him, how to create the sweetest memories a child could have, how to learn, laugh, cry, and even, as a first-time father, when he didn’t know what to do, he always looked for a solution that was in his son’s best interest. He lived for him and because of him.

However, not everything seemed to be as sweet as it appeared to be... Things between father and son, between Jake and Jaemin, were going wonderfully; he was about to turn four, attended preschool at one of the country’s best institutions, which had always been his mother’s idea, and was a sweet, tender, shy, calm, and incredibly smart child. Both knew how to raise him very well, with the greatest of love... but while one love grew, another was slowly withering away. After almost five years of marriage, three years of dating, and a child later... even extremely sweet people like Jake were not exempt from a very pessimistic and common occurrence such as divorce.

Two months after he officially signed the papers, but after everything had been over for almost a year, Jake was still heartbroken and found it extremely difficult to explain why Jaemin’s father suddenly stopped coming home, telling him stories at night, and living with his mother and him as he always had and why he now had to visit his father in a different home than the one he knew and grew up in.

Jake wanted to convince himself that children forgot quickly, that he would soon get over it... But he knew how intelligent and perceptive his child was. So, after all, his ex-wife’s idea didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Assigning him a babysitter for the few hours Jake was away from work... but not just any kind of babysitter, but also a kind of mini-session with a psychologist. His ex-wife explained everything to him.

It would only be for a week, a week in which Minseo had to leave for work and Jaemin would stay in his father’s care. It was difficult for Jake, because normally when these kinds of circumstances arose, he and Minseo communicated, reviewed each other’s work schedules in advance, and when she had to travel, he took care of him completely, working from home and devoting himself entirely to Jaemin...

But now it was complicated, or at least that’s how he saw it. They lived apart—Minseo stayed in the house to take care of Jaemin, while Jake rented an apartment in the city. And the news from her was so unexpected for Jake. He no longer knew when Minseo had to travel.

The change affected Jake in a way. They used to work as a team, be a family, and now... he was struggling to maintain the same relationship and connection with his greatest love despite not living with him.

Divorce was hard. Many didn’t do it so they could continue living with their children... but in their case, not even Jaemin’s sweetness could save them. They had to go their separate ways.

And what mattered most to Jake in any situation was his little Jaemin. He was frustrated by how the change might affect him. Jaemin was quite curious and astute, so the moment he noticed something strange, he didn’t hesitate to ask the typical questions.

Jake was a bit of a mess, even more so than little Jaemin, who was just constantly confused.

Jake offered again to stay with the little boy and work from home, but after all, the little proposal didn’t seem so bad.

“It’ll only be a week... Minhye chose her. She thinks she’ll be good. Besides, it’s only a couple of hours until you get home from work. You’ll be fine, right?”

Minseo explained to Jake over the phone.

“Yes, I understand, it’s fine.”

He tried to distract himself by looking at the city through the window of his apartment while wearing his robe—he had just gotten out of the shower after work and was looking for something more comfortable to wear.

He didn’t know what else to say. Nor did he know how to suddenly talk to the woman who used to speak sweetly to him.

“Are you at your office now? Did you ask her to come to your work so you could meet her? Did you read her resume? She’s a bit young, with little experience... but you know, Minhye loves to give young people that opportunity to learn.”

Oh, Minhye, her older sister who takes care of everything, of course.

Jake bit his lip nervously and felt like a bad father for a moment. He didn’t check any of the papers his assistant had left on his desk. He trusted Minseo blindly that she would be a good and suitable woman to take care of Jaemin for just a couple of hours. The only thing he asked his secretary was that the woman, a psychologist-nanny, a slightly strange job, should show up at Jake’s apartment right after he picked up Jaemin and, Jake cut his work hours short to spend time with him. In a way, it was strategic, as that way he would get to know the woman who would be taking care of him. In person, and not just from what some papers said.

One week. One week, Jake thought over and over again; days when he could simply cut his work short and go home to be with Jaemin... but it was a critical week of long work hours.

One week or less was all Jake needed to fall in love. In fact, he was dazzled from the moment he opened his door and saw you there.

A few minutes passed after he hung up, and he went back to playing with Jaemin after putting on something comfortable. He played with him to distract him from the long hours he spent at school. Being a private, international preschool, they demanded more of them in a way. Jake resented that his little one could get overwhelmed from being there from 8:30 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., but it was both Minseo’s and his decision, as she wanted the best academically for him, while Jake nurtured his artistic and playful side, letting him be free and be the child he really is, not the prodigy in piano, violin, math, and languages that his mother forced him to be. But Jake had no room to protest. Jaemin was the sweetest boy, always enthusiastically telling Jake how much he loved school and his friends.

Finally, the sound of his door. He had told his assistant to inform the doorman to let her in.

He looked tenderly at Jaemin and told him he would be back in a moment as he put the toy down with him.

And then Jake opened his door.

You looked down at the floor and quickly looked up when you noticed he was already in front of you, giving him a polite and warm smile. You looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, and for a moment, he forgot what to say. He knew it was you. What other young woman would knock on his door?

You were about to introduce yourself, but at that moment he said, almost breathless and slightly nervous:

“Come in, please.”

You gave him a nervous smile and walked in as soon as he stepped aside to make room for you. Without another word, you simply obeyed him.

You were in the same state as him... slightly nervous. You had seen his photograph, and for a second, you thought he was handsome, but your real focus was on the child’s profile. Sim Jaemin, English name Jasper. He prefers Jaemin. He is about to turn 4, an only child, attends a private preschool, is sociable but shy, and a child with no history of any behavioral issues. He just needs company for a couple of hours and to make sure he is adapting well to his parents’ recent divorce. He loves to play, sports, and the world of entertainment, and is an outstanding student.

But you were surprised when you saw Mr. Sim in person. He looked much younger than his information said how old he is and was really attractive. He was dressed comfortably in a leather jacket, wore thick black-rimmed glasses, had dark, long, silky hair, and striking features. You wondered for a moment... how could a man like him be divorced?

As soon as he turned to look at you, almost speechless, just staring at you, you understood why he was wearing a jacket at home; the climate in his apartment was somewhat cold.

You could have stayed there, looking at him, but you reacted quickly.

“I’m... Y/n. Y/n Y/LN. I’m here to see Jaemin... are you his father, Mr. Sim Jaeyun?”

Jake lost himself in you for a few moments. You looked so neat, like an absolutely astute, smart, and quite pretty woman. You smelled good, and your subtle makeup and the way your hair was done suited you very well.

His heart beat fast for a few seconds... it had been a long time since he had stopped to appreciate the beauty of other women. He hadn’t even thought about another woman in a long time, about starting a love life. The last few months had been all about work and focusing on his son. He took fatherhood very seriously, and from the moment he had been divorced for a month, he was afraid to get involved with a woman and cause Jaemin to feel betrayed and affect their loving and warm father-son relationship.

Jake was a hopeless romantic, but right now, just hopeless.

Even so, calling him by his other name seemed somewhat formal to him, so he frowned slightly.

“Jake,” he corrected you, “just Jake.”

You nodded and felt the need to continue the conversation.

“Well... Mr. S...” he looked at you with a slightly stern gaze, “Jake. I believe you have already been informed that these days, at 5 o’clock, I will pick up Jaemin from school and bring him to your apartment. I will be here until 8 o’clock when you return from work, and the first two hours will be devoted to homework and sessions with the child. The last hour will be free, and I can even make him dinner. But that doesn’t mean that during that time I can’t talk to Jaemin. Once the child’s trust is built, he can be free to talk and express whatever he wants. So he will still be under constant supervision. I will be very careful with him, every detail.”

Jake looked you in the eyes, occasionally glancing at your lips, but listening attentively. You seemed sweet to him, you were dedicated, and your explanation seemed serious. You seemed so cute to him that he smiled broadly and instinctively showed his teeth.

“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you, I understand. Let’s go meet Jaemin.”

He quickened his pace, walking in front of you, but then turned to look at you, almost forgetting to mention something.

“Oh. I’ll be here tonight. Tomorrow you can pick him up from school. His teachers already know who you are.”

You smiled softly and followed him down the hallway, but not before he whispered softly that you could take a pair of slippers and leave your shoes at the entrance.

You were a little shy, but you knew your job very well. Still... Mr. Sim’s manly but sweet presence intimidated you a little. You followed his pace as you watched his back and noticed his exquisite fragrance. He seemed to be kind and not a cold man with money... although as you examined his apartment, you noticed that something was missing... slightly more coziness, in a way. But you knew it was common, since he was a recently divorced father.

Your cynical, young—and unprofessional—side thought of all the advantages of a man like him being single. But no, he was the father of one of your new patients. Under no circumstances could you get close to him like that.

Finally, you arrived at the large, spacious living room. The little boy was sitting cross-legged, quietly drawing on the nightstand. As soon as he heard his father’s footsteps, he looked up and was surprised to see a young woman accompanying his father. Jaemin already knew, his mother had told him that a young woman was going to take care of him for a couple of hours until his father came home... yet he was still impressed with his sweet innocence of a child meeting someone new.

“Jaemin... I want to introduce you to someone. This is Y/n... The girl your mommy told you about who will take care of you and play with you these days until I come home, okay?”

The little boy followed his father with his eyes as he nodded gently. His father sat down on the long sofa, and then Jaemin looked at you. You almost sighed when you saw the adorable child. He was exactly like his father. An exact, smaller version of him in appearance. Same dreamy, sparkling eyes, nose, soft dark hair. You could have died of cuteness right there, but you kept your sanity and approached the little boy as you put your bag aside and knelt down to be at the right height.

You looked at him tenderly and said hello.

“Hello, Jaemin! Nice to meet you.”

The little boy quickly stood up, reaching his adorable height of one meter, and bowed in front of you, taking you by surprise.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am. I’m Sim Jae-min.”

The little boy spoke loudly, clearly, and politely in his cute high-pitched voice, then smiled subtly. He was the sweetest child. You knew you were going to have intense episodes of high levels of cuteness in a job like this, but no one prepared you for the sweetest Sim boy.

“And... what are you doing? What are you drawing? Do you mind if I draw something too?”

The boy shook his head gently and handed you his crayons and a blank sheet of paper.

“I was playing karaoke with Daddy, b-but now I’m drawing my friend Jungseok and me in our piano class.”

The idea of Jake doing karaoke amused you a little.

Jaemin was brilliant. The kind of kid you noticed because he shone on his own.

“Oh, really? I’ve heard a lot about you and how you love music. What do you like most about it?”

You spoke in a soft but neutral tone, letting him know that he could hold a conversation.

“That... sounds nice!”

“Can I ask you what your favorite song is?”

“Mmm... Baby Shark!”

Jake groaned in the background, like, not again.

“And the Halloween song from the movie that mommy loves and watches with me,” he continued. “What’s your favorite song?”

“Mine is... Baby Shark too.”

Jaemin stopped drawing for a moment and looked at you, squinting, “I don’t believe you.”

“Why?”

“You’re an adult like Daddy, so you can’t like that song.”

You smiled, feeling embarrassed, surprised, and proud of his critical thinking skills for his age. There was certainly something captivating about the little boy, his clever way of expressing himself, and how his resume left you slightly impressed. You knew there was much to learn from him, but it was only your first encounter. You were eager to get to know him better and were happy that he was socially open with you; that was a very good sign.

“I finished my drawing! Are you done?”

You noticed how he stood up energetically and slightly impatiently.

“Sure! Do you want to play something else?”

“Mmm... yes, Daddy can come.”

Meanwhile... Jake couldn’t believe his eyes. It had been a long time since he had seen another woman show such warmth toward Jaemin. He was fascinated, observing every little detail of how you treated him.

Time passed... and Jake made dinner for his son, inviting you to sit at the table with them. You were so embarrassed, wanting to decline the offer, but you ended up sitting next to the Sim boys, having dinner at the same table.

Jake loved the way your cheeks turned red with shyness, and even though both of your attention was focused on little Jaemin’s enthusiastic chatter, Jake couldn’t help but glance at you from time to time and ask himself all kinds of questions about you. He felt extremely strange, a feeling so old that it had left his body... slowly returning the more time he spent with you, it was difficult to control.

Finally, Jake gave him a warm bath, then took him to bed, read him a story softly, and made sure he was asleep. That tender scene was etched in your mind. He was extremely sweet with his son—so willing to play with him, talk to him, hug him, carry him, and kiss him tenderly.

And the little boy fell asleep, just in time for your short 3-hour shift to end.

“What do you think?” Jake said softly in the hallway just before you left.

“I think... he’s a very sweet boy. I hope talking to him will continue to be easy in the future.”

Jake smiled, satisfied, placing his hands on his hips. Thinking that bringing out his son’s sweetest side was also due to being with one of the sweetest women, he wanted to give you some credit.

“Oh, do you want me to order you a car to take you home?” he offered generously with a look of soft concern.

“No need... Jake. Thank you. The company assigns me a car because I’ll be picking up Jaemin from school.”

“Oh, I see...”

Jake didn’t want to say goodbye to you, or have you out of his sight, at least not that night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow... when you come after work. I have the code to enter.”

You can visit him anytime, you already know the apartment code, that was what his heart and mind said. You were the first to say goodbye, but even though you looked relaxed, your heart was pounding. You couldn’t help the undeniable attraction you felt for him. Maybe... you liked him a little. And the fact that he was a sweet, devoted man to his adorable little boy made it worse. He was truly the prince of your dreams.

You left, leaving Jake with a feeling of emptiness and silence. Still, he smiled. Thinking about how innocent the feeling growing inside him was... of being able to like someone again. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow. It was silly, corny, sweet, to think about you... about the gentleness and affection with which you treated Jaemin. He knew it was your job, but something inside him told him that... it was simply your nature.

Jake thought it was so typical... that he was starting to like the woman who showed affection, kindness, and decency to the one he loved most in this world, his son. And besides, his little boy seemed happy and comfortable with you.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Could it be that maybe... just maybe... it could be you?

[xochimilliilli]

Can't help how badly I need their hips between my hands. Just wanna be in bed cozy and safe together, dip my hands under the covers as they pet my head all gentle. Giving me teasing little pulls when I start to play with the hem of his shirt.

Get a kiss on my head as I'm given the okay to touch and play, trailing my fingers painfully slow along his sides. Feel every twitch and shiver and held back flail and squirm as I gently start to rub, hearing his breath hitch and my name be called in a half giggle and whine.

I just want to make you feel good. My hands are shaking just like yours and my heart is beating so loud. I promise to be gentle, I promise to take care.

All I want is to feel you between my palms and kiss your tummy gentle, be safe and warm together. Just need his hands warm and tangled in my hair, tummy singing me to sleep, as I close my eyes first like I always do

[whoskimii]

summer is coming ! summer = no school = more posts :3

[teethearted]

hi everyone! my wisdom teeth may be gone but my energy is finally restored, we went to the tokyo night festival. 10/10 experience, delicious food & amazing vendors. my honey spoiled the HECK out of of me i'm such a happy gal !!!

[flwrstqr]

posting tonight & maybe answering my asks (> <) i've been so busy with school work & my final AP tests that i haven't been that active here..

[cxnicalcherub]

if könig was in his 20s it wouldn’t be nearly as fun imagining him sobbing beneath us - 🐇

people are so afraid to make him older and idk why. what’s more attractive than having an older, more experienced, weathered man under your boot begging for you? yes, it’s fun to imagine him as a shy little virgin who has never felt the touch of a woman and cums in his pants if you look at him a certain way. but to also imagine him as someone with confidence that’s only earned with age, someone who has seen the world and knows what he wants from it, someone who knows what he needs in a partner, and finds it all and more in the way you coo down his name as you overstimulate him?

now THAT is *chef’s kiss*

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[m00nbunny1]

⭐🌈 Age Regression Support! 🌈⭐

Hi everyone!

I wanted to give some things if you've been having trouble finding agere stuff! Enjoy everyone :)

🌟 YouTubers 💫

Moon Candy / Pinksugarhartt

lia ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ / angellimbed

tt's dollhouse / bwallerina

ItsSageʕ·ᴥ·ʔ / ItzMe_Sage

elfipup / elfipup

bunnie! 🩷🐇 / vexedbabie

pwincess smol bean / pwincesssmolbean

Chubibunbuns / Chubibunbuns

Minty (* ^ ω ^) / Mintyssocks

punziebell / punziebell

Babie Dani ♡/ BabieDani

Sugarplum's Agere / sugarplumsagere7141

AspenSprout/ aspensprout5212

🎼 Playlists 🎶

age regression / little space playlist! - uncreative

⋆˚࿔ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - ♡ bugz safe space ♡

♠︎ 「 Agere Music Box Playlist V1 」 ♠︎ - funtomnoms

Silly Kiddo! - An Agere Playtime Playlist - Mikey_LittleSpace

Age regression / little space playlist - Kiki

🍼💤 Gamer baby! ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ littlespace music box playlist 💤🍼 - Tommy

agere playlist! - happy background music - Tommy

Relax Little One - An Agere Sleep Playlist (Music Box + Rain) - Mikey_LittleSpace

🍭 Ideas🌷

Draw!

Read!

Play video games!

Watch some shows!

If you have chalk, draw on the sidewalk!

Do a puzzle!

Play with plushies if you have them!

Write about your day!

Make some crafts! It can be bracelets, pottery, or whatever you can find around the house!

Take a walk if you feel adventurous!

🍀 Health 🐸

Make sure to eat plenty of food, you need to be healthy and strong to take on the day.

Drink plenty of liquids as well! It might be fun playing, but staying hydrated is just as important.

If you have any medication that's been prescribed to you, don't forget to take it as well. Don't forget to take care of yourself, and make sure that you have your medicine!

Exhausted? Don't feel afraid to take a nap! If you ever get sleepy, just know that you'll be able to play and have fun in the morning... Make sure to rest up and stay strong :)

Be sure to stay clean as well, and scrub good! Make sure that you wash properly and do a good job. I know it may seem daunting, but it's well worth it.

❤ Support and Love 💌

Know that without a doubt, I support you, and want you to have a great day / night! You are valid and are such a brave kid, even if you don't think of yourself as brave, I do. Stay your amazing self, and just know that I'm cheering you on every step of the way! :D

(Dividers made by @kodaswrld )

[anglbunny]

sweet ♡ suguru geto

cw: Smut mdni, soft sex, virgin reader, bunny!reader, HEAVY praise, based on this ask

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You barely hear the door open.

You’re curled up on the far side of Suguru’s bed, legs tucked to your chest in your favorite oversized hoodie—his, of course. You haven’t moved much in the past hour. The week wore you down; classes piling up, people everywhere, the weight of everything pressing on your shoulders. You don’t even have the energy to cry.

But then he steps into the room—and just like that, you start to breathe again.

“There’s my girl,” Suguru murmurs, voice deep and smooth, as he walks toward you. “Tough week?”

You nod, barely. You don’t speak. You don’t have to.

He sits on the edge of the bed, brushing a hand over your leg. “Poor thing,” he coos. “Bet your head’s been spinning all week, huh?”

You nod again, lips trembling, and his gaze softens even further.

“C’mere, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You hesitate at first—but you never can say no to Suguru. He makes it so easy to melt, to let go, to be the soft, quiet thing you always are around him.

So you crawl into his lap, fingers curled into his shirt, face pressed into his neck.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, hands smoothing over your thighs. “You’ve been working so hard. I think you need to be spoiled a little.”

Your breath catches as his fingers start to slide under your hoodie, tracing bare skin. “Can I, baby?” he murmurs, lips brushing your temple. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

You nod—small, shaky—and that’s all it takes.

He undresses you slow, like you’re delicate. Like you’ll break if he’s not careful. His hoodie comes off your frame, revealing soft skin and pretty panties, and the look he gives you is enough to make your whole body warm.

“Look at you,” he says, voice dropping. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby. All mine, huh?”

You nod, blushing, your legs twitching when he cups your thighs and spreads them open over his lap.

“You’re shaking,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. “You nervous, sweet girl?”

“...A little,” you admit, voice barely audible.

He tilts your chin up. “You trust me?”

You nod again. He smiles.

“Then just relax. Let me take care of everything.”

His fingers are warm and slow as they trail between your thighs, stroking you through the soaked fabric of your panties. Your head drops back, a soft whimper escaping your throat.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “There’s my sweet thing.”

He slides your panties to the side and slips a single finger between your folds, moaning low in his throat when he feels how wet you are.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “All this for me? From just a little touch?”

You hide your face, embarrassed.

But Suguru’s not having that. “No hiding,” he says, tilting your chin up again. “I wanna see every little expression you make when I make you fall apart.”

He keeps talking to you like that—praising you, petting you, kissing you—until you’re soaked and aching and blinking up at him, dazed and needy.

“You ready, baby?” he asks, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his cock, thick and flushed and so much.

You hesitate. He’s big. And it’s your first time. But he leans in, kissing your lips so gently it makes your chest ache.

“I’ll go slow,” he promises. “I’ll take care of you. Just be my good girl, yeah?”

And you are. Every inch he gives you makes your breath hitch, makes your thighs tremble, makes you whimper his name.

“Doing so well, baby,” he groans, buried deep inside you, holding you still in his lap. “You’re taking me so fucking good.”

You clutch at his shoulders, crying out as he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts, his hands steady on your waist, his lips everywhere. Your neck. Your shoulder. Your jaw. Like he can’t stop tasting you.

And when you come, it’s like the world stops.

He holds you close, praises you over and over, never stops moving until he spills inside you—deep and hot, groaning your name like it’s the only word he knows.

Then he lays you back against the pillows, still inside you, still touching you, still whispering sweet things “Mine.” he coos, lying your limp body on the bed

“You did so good, baby.” he kissed your forehead then your shoulders

“My perfect girl.”

And you fall asleep in his arms, sore and spoiled and safe.

TL: @samm1e13 @syleepy @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @yanderebluelockfan @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @valexqpt @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv

A/N: i posted and edited this on my phone. Was so hard

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[wint3rbarnes]

‘the other woman.’

summary ۶ৎ in which, bucky’s sneaks out at night to visit his neighbour.

warnings ۶ৎ 18+ content/minors dni, mentions of cheating ( loveless marriage ), age gap ( legal ), daddy kink, oral ( female receiving ), pet names ( doll, angel, baby, sweet girl ), praise kink, p in v ( protected ), bulge kink, aftercare, no use of y/n.

married, congressman!bucky x neighbour!reader

𝓐/n ۶ৎ first time writing smut in ages so hopefully it’s okay. please don’t copy, translate or repost my work to any other platforms. and please be kind; if you don't like it, simply move on. thank you for taking the time to read this ♡

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‘and when her old man comes to call,

he finds her waiting like a lonesome queen.’

when bucky finally began to make peace with his demons, he knew he had to do something good that would overpower the terrible things he'd been forced to do. so, he set his sights on congress. and it was a difficult task. no one wanted the man rumoured to have assassinated a president anywhere near the halls of power. but bucky was determined. he threw himself into campaigning, endless events, and alliances. and then, of course, there was the strategic marriage, wedding the woman who was already a powerhouse in congress and state business. it was a gamble, but it paid off, securing him the seat as brooklyn's congressman.

he knew it was wrong, marrying for anything other than love ( power and position in his case ), but he buried it with the rest of his darkest deeds box that’s stored in his mind, convincing himself that the good he was doing in congress, the real change he was fighting for, justified the means.

moving into her modernised apartment, he hadn't anticipated you, his beautiful neighbour. his first day home alone, you brought over welcoming treats, and he'd been helpless as his eyes devoured every detail about you. the way you dressed, that skirt teasing him. the way you smiled, those pouty lips a silent dare to be kissed. the way you spoke, your voice a dulcet sound laced with playful undertones. your kind gesture revealed your gold heart that he found intoxicating. something about you pulled him in, ignited a desire unlike anything he'd ever known. he had to have more. he had to consume you, keep you safely tucked away, a treasure hidden behind a vault in his heart.

that was three months ago. and things have definitely changed since then.

most nights, when bucky knows his wife is fast asleep, he’ll use his stealth skills from being the winter soldier to quietly slip out of the apartment and into yours. that’s when he sees a whole new side of you. the lacy and mouthwatering fabric under your skirt, your lips swollen and puffy from his own, your voice breathless and erotic. angel by day, devil by night. he brings out a side of you no one else has seen, and he loves it.

and as much as you love it too, a pang of guilt tends to twist in your gut. he’s married, vowed to another woman. that same feeling begins to appear now, laying on the edge of your bed as bucky presses kisses down your legs while he slips off your sleep shorts.

he feels the subtle shift in you, a tension in the air only he can detect. he knows you better than you know yourself. knelt on the floor, he smoothes his hands over your creamy thighs, his gaze intent as he studies your face. your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, lost in thought, your eyes distant and unfocused ( and not in the way when he overstimulates you ).

"you're doing it again.” bucky murmurs patiently, his voice a low rumble. with a calloused thumb, he gently coaxes your lip away from your teeth, breaking the spell of your thoughts and drawing your attention back to him.

“hm? oh- sorry,” you sheepishly say, cheeks flushing. “i was just thinking about…her.”

his oceanic eyes soften, a sigh escaping him as he instantly knows what’s going on inside your beautiful brain. “doll, we’ve gone over this before. i don’t love her and she doesn’t love me. i’m a hundred percent sure she’s only with me to gain more popularity.”

it’s so easy for his words to soothe you. he’s so much wiser and has much more experience than you. he knows best, and you trust him wholeheartedly. you relax, but need one more reassurance. you hold out your pinky to which he chuckles and loops his own around. you know it’s childish, but pinky promises have always made you more at ease.

“c’mon, let your daddy take care of you, angel.”

and that’s all it takes for the atmosphere to change, becoming more charged. the wetness that was originally pooling between your thighs returns just by his lust-filled voice and him calling himself that.

you nod desperately, making him smirk. “good girl.” he praises, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare stomach and down to your waistband of your white, lacy panties. “so pretty. you always dress this way for me, don’t you, baby? only me.”

he takes the fabric between his teeth and he glides it down to your knees and you kick out of them. his breath hitches at your glistening, pink pussy. his blue eyes intensify like a storm brewing. he kisses up your thighs, coaxing them open with his hands and rests them over his shoulders, giving him better access to bury his face into heaven. when he reaches your pussy, he inhales sharply. “so sweet.” he groans, licking a slow yet long stripe up your folds, waves of heat washing over you.

his mouth latches around your clit, the sensitivity making your back arch like a delicate ballerina. he places a hand on your stomach, pressing you down into the silk sheets. his cold, wedding band is a relief against your tepid skin. you can’t bring yourself to think about what the ring symbolises as you’re so lost in him and his touches.

he pulls back from your clit after hearing your needy whine, admiring how swollen and twitchy it’s become, practically begging for more. he presses a soft kiss there before bringing his vibranium hand down. he drags your arousal to your clit, and you gasp as the coil in your stomach appears while he draws figure eights on your clit. the sounds of your wetness against his movements are bordering on lewd, turning you on either more. it seems to do the same for him as he grinds against the edge of the bed.

“fuck, you hear that? that’s how desperate you are for me. don’t worry, angel, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

his words add to the euphoric sensations, a mewl flowing from your lips as his tongue circles around your entrance before delving in. your hazy eyes roll back, the sounds coming out of you making him double his efforts, and it isn’t long before your grinding against his face. he rewards you by groaning into you, the vibrations sending ripples through you and your hand immediately clutches his, needing something to hold onto as the knot in your stomach clenches deliciously.

your head throws back into the mattress as your legs quiver around his shoulders. the knot undoes, your orgasm hitting you like waves crashing into each other. intense yet welcoming.

bucky gives a few more leisurely licks, drawing out our release, before he pulls back, his scruff glistening with your cum and his eyes admiring every aspect about you: your hair cascading against the sheets like a halo that’s been corrupted, your chest rising and falling, making your pebbled breasts push against your bra, your bambi eyes venereal.

“did so good for me, doll. tasted so sweet.” he praises, his swollen lips dotting soft kisses up your stomach as he feels you relax. “you’re so beautiful when you cum.” he expertly undoes the clasp of your bra, gliding the venust fabric off and tossing it aside where the rest of yours and his clothes are.

he’s being gentle as he kisses the perky buds of your breast, suckling softly and tongue flicking out. he copies his actions with your other one, but you require more. you can’t get enough of him. he’s teasing you and you can tell by feeling him smirk against your skin.

“daddy, please..”

“please what, sweet girl? hm? tell me what you want.” he coaxes, pulling away from your chest and rising, the wet patch on his briefs and his impressive bulge causing your head to spiral like a rollercoaster.

“need you inside of me…please.”

he groans, palming himself. “god, you beg so prettily. my polite girl.” he slips his boxers off, and the sight of him never fails to make your mouth water. his thick length has a vein protruding from it, it’s head dripping with precum, red and in desperate need to be buried inside of you.

you’re legs instinctively shut at the size of him, but he soothingly coaxes your legs open, hovering over you. his eyes are full of heat and need, but there’s also a soft glint that reassures you he won’t ever hurt you.

bucky kisses you, sloppy and tongues messily dancing with each other, but brimming with so much passion it makes your heart skip. then, he guides himself into you.

thank goodness you’re on birth control because bucky always loves taking you raw.

your moans intwine together as he stills for a moment, feeling the way you’re walls are welcoming him with a squeezed hug. “missed this. missed being deep inside of you.” he breathes out, letting you adjust. “you okay, doll?”

you feel so full already and you’ve only taken half of him. it always takes a moment to adjust due to how big he is and how tight you are. “yeah…please move.”

he begins rocking his hips, slowly at first, building you up to it, before his pace quickens and your dulcet breaths shift into moans. “you’re so good to me, baby. welcoming a married man into your tight cunt.”

your body tingles with each thrust that’s deeper than the next. he looks and feels like a greek statue as you trail your soft hands down his hard chest and abs, tracing the lines and dips, your movements shaky with the way his body moves against yours.

he grasps your small hands in his vibranium one and keeps them above your head, his free hand propping your leg up, sliding himself in further until he’s nearly bottomed out. the moan you let out is amorous, one that he wishes he could have as it morning alarm. you clench around him as he discovers the spot that makes you see stars.

“right there, angel? yeah?” bucky grunts. “gonna make you forget your own name. all you’re gonna remember is how daddy’s cock feels.”

“‘m g-gonna cum...” you cry out, the fever in your stomach building rapidly, matching your heartbeat and coursing lightning through your veins.

“that’s a good girl.” bucky brings your hand, that was trapped under his, down to your lower abdomen, the gasp escaping you making his release approach as well. “you feel that?” he rubs your hand against the bulge in your stomach. “that’s me about to cum inside of you, doll. and you’ll take me so well, won’t you?”

you don’t have a chance to respond as your second orgasm of the night hits you, this one much more heightened than the first. you buck against him, shaking as not only stars, but galaxies form, sending you into a realm of pleasure you never thought was possible before him.

you milk him and it’s one of the greatest feelings he’s ever experienced, triggering his own release, and he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, letting out a rough groan. he’s been with numerous girls before, but no one’s ever made him cum as long and as intense as you have.

“fuck- there we go, sweet girl. gonna feel me for days.”

your hot breaths entangle with his in the air, the musk of arousal and the diamonds of sweat that are beading your forehead mixing in. as the white hot sensations begin to settle down, bucky leans down to press a kiss to the side of your knee that’s propped up before carefully lowering it and sliding himself out. you whimper softly at the loss of him, feeling empty, but he strokes your sides soothingly and kisses your forehead.

“i’m so proud of you. you did so well. made me feel so good.”

“you m-made me feel good too.”

he smiles softly at your innocent response, as if you weren’t moaning ‘daddy’ moments ago. “i’m glad, doll. all i ever want to do is make you feel good.” he tucks his hands under your thighs, and you instinctively encircle your arms around his neck as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “c’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

and so, he draws you a bath, the water full of bubbles, comforting your aching muscles. his touch is tender as he runs a cloth over your skin and between your legs, erasing any trace of what just happened. but the memory will forever be engraved into his mind, kept in a precious box dedicated solely to you. he washes your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp as he murmurs praises on how well you did and just to relax now.

he had slipped his ring off, the gold band now disregarded on the sink, a life he no longer intends to endure. he won’t keep you locked away in the vault of his heart any longer; you deserve to be front and center, bathed in the light of his love for the world to see. he doesn’t care if his image in congress crumbles, if his wife's scorn follows him to the depths of hell. he’s so close to dismantling valentina's empire, and when that job succeeds, he’ll come home to you and call you his.

after drying you off, your skin radiating the scent of vanilla he adores, he braids your hair as you converse about your day. he listens intently, offering a comment here and there. it’s never been just about physical intimacy with you. he cherishes your heart of gold, your whimsical habits, every facet of your being. you have a beauty that is more than skin-deep. his love for you is all-consuming, and he’s prepared to sacrifice everything for you. you’re his everything, the sun and moon illuminating his sky.

now, bundled in his arms, cocooned in the freshly changed sheets, his bare hand gently strokes the braided pattern of your hair, lulling you into a tranquil state. it feels as though a weight has been lifted, a burden finally released. "i wish you didn't have to leave." you whisper softly, the words heavy with the realisation that sunrise will force him back to his other life. back to his wife.

his lips brush against your forehead, a silent promise.

“i’m not leaving this time, angel. i’m staying right here, with you, where i belong.”

[linoxpudding]

First Milestones

summary: the soft, emotional, and unforgettable moments of your baby's “firsts” — the tiny milestones that feel like entire galaxies for you both as parents

pairing: dad!skz x mom!reader

genre: fluff, humor

a/n: first time writing headcanons, hope you guys like it ♡

Dad!SKZ Masterlist

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Bang Chan 🐺

Bang Chan lives for every milestone—he’s been tracking every coo, roll, and crawl in a special baby journal since day one.

He’s on baby duty while you’re in the kitchen. The TV is playing soft nursery rhymes in the background, and Chan is sitting cross-legged on the playmat, watching your daughter, Juliana, pull herself up using the couch.

“Look at you, strong little thing,” he smiles, holding his hands out encouragingly.

Then it happens. Your baby lets go and takes one… two… three wobbly steps toward him.

His eyes go wide. He freezes, then launches into excited chaos.

“Babe!! BABE COME HERE QUICK!!” he shouts, nearly tripping over a toy to get your attention.

You come rushing in, thinking something’s wrong—only to see your baby walking.

Tears well up in Chan’s eyes as he whispers,

“She—she's walking… you’re walking, baby!”

He doesn’t even bother grabbing his phone for a video—he’s too focused on holding out his arms, cheering your baby on like a proud, emotional golden retriever dad.

Once your baby reaches you, Chan immediately pulls you both into the biggest hug.

He kisses both your cheeks and Juliana’s tiny head, whispering how proud he is over and over.

Later that night, he writes the moment in his journal, complete with a doodle of the baby walking and a sticky note that reads:

“First steps. I’ll never forget today.”

Lee Know 🐰

Minho swore he wouldn’t cry over baby milestones—but he was absolutely lying to himself.

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. You and Minho are cuddled up on the couch under a cozy blanket, coffee cups half-full, watching your 10-month-old son Mingi on the playmat.

Mingi is happily crawling around, absolutely fascinated with the cats. Especially Dori, who’s lying just out of reach, tail twitching.

Minho has his arm draped over your shoulders, a soft smile on his face as he watches your son and cats bond.

“They’re gonna be partners in crime,” he murmurs.

Then it happens.

A tiny, wobbly little voice breaks the peaceful silence:

“...Do…ri…”

You blink. He blinks. You both freeze.

“Did you…?” “Wait, did he just—?”

You both turn your heads slowly toward Mingi, who is now patting Dori gently and giggling like he just did the most amazing thing.

Lee Know sits straight up like he just heard a fire alarm.

“JAGIYA. THAT WAS HIS FIRST WORD.”

He practically throws the blanket off and rushes to the floor, crouching next to Mingi.

“Say it again, baby—Dori? Can you say Dori again?”

Mingi just giggles and reaches for the cat’s tail (which Minho gently redirects before Dori decides to leave).

You’re sitting there with your hand over your mouth, emotional, while Minho keeps whispering to himself: “His first word was one of the cats. I KNEW it. I KNEW IT.”

He scoops Mingi up and comes back to the couch, eyes shining.

“I thought it’d be Appa or Eomma. But no. Dori. The little traitor,” he says dramatically—while smiling so big his cheeks hurt.

That night, he calls his mom just to tell her the story. And yes, he brags to the other cats too.

“Your brother just said your name first. You better treat him like royalty.”

Seo Changbin 🐷🐇

Changbin always felt a little sting of regret for missing your son, Juwon’s first word. He was on tour when it happened, and although you FaceTimed him and he teared up live on camera, it wasn’t the same.

He really hoped he wouldn’t miss any big milestones again—and especially not for his daughter, Seowoon.

One afternoon, Changbin is in full “Dad Mode” — surrounded by IKEA instruction booklets, random screws, and planks that definitely weren’t labeled properly.

You’re on the couch, feeding Seowoon her snack and watching with quiet amusement as your husband mutters under his breath: “Why are there three leftover screws? What do they even go to?”

4-year-old Juwon is nearby, offering his toy hammer and occasionally asking things like, “Appa, are you building a rocket ship?”

Changbin grins at him. “Close. A dresser. For your sister. Same thing, right?”

Then, just as he’s hunched over the half-built furniture, he hears the tiniest, most delicate voice from behind: “...Dada.”

He freezes. You freeze. Juwon blinks. “Did Seowoon just say…?”

Changbin turns around so fast he almost knocks over the dresser.

“No. No way. Did you—Did she really—?”

You nod slowly, wide-eyed, as Seowoon looks up from her snack cup, grinning proudly and clapping her hands, “Dada!”

The screw in Changbin’s hand drops to the floor. His jaw does too.

He scrambles over, ignoring the mess, kneels in front of her, and gently cups her face, “Princess... you said my name. You said Dada...”

His voice cracks with emotion. He presses his forehead to hers, tears threatening to spill because he was here—no blurry video call, no missed moment

“I missed your brother’s first word,” he whispers, holding her close, “But not yours. Not yours.”

Juwon comes over and hugs his dad’s leg, "Appa, hug me too."

Changbin chuckles, pulling him in for a group hug.

You smile from the couch, your heart full, watching the love of your life hold both your kids like he’s never letting go.

Hwang Hyunjin 🥟

Ever since your son, Rowoon, turned six months, Hyunjin has been counting down the days to his first bite of solid food like it’s a Michelin-star event.

The night before, he’s prepping like he’s hosting a gala:

“Do we go with mashed carrots? Or should we puree sweet potatoes? This is his first taste of real flavor—he deserves elegance.”

You’re fully on board. You even go out and buy a tiny baby apron that says “Food Critic in Training.”

Morning arrives, and Hyunjin is wearing a silk robe over a plain tee like some artistic genius preparing a masterpiece.

The kitchen looks like a cooking show set—cute bowls, baby-sized spoons, a highchair with a cushion shaped like a cloud.

He even cues soft classical music in the background. “He needs ambiance.”

You hold your phone, recording everything like you’re making a mini documentary.

“Day one of Rowoon vs Food. Daddy’s the chef. Mommy’s the camerawoman. Stakes are high.”

You both carefully strap Rowoon into his highchair, Hyunjin whispering,

“Are you ready, my little prince? Daddy made this with love.”

He scoops the tiniest bit of mashed sweet potato and gently brings the spoon to son’s lips.

You zoom in dramatically as Rowoon’s mouth opens...and closes... and he makes a face like he just ate betrayal.

“Oh my god, he hates it—” you gasp.

Hyunjin freezes mid-spoon like he’s in a drama scene, “No... this can’t be. I pureed it by hand!”

But then—Rowoon opens his mouth again. Like he’s willing to give it one more chance.

The second bite? Less dramatic. More nom nom. He actually likes it.

Hyunjin's entire face lights up, “HE LIKES IT!!” he shouts.

You burst out laughing, zooming in on Rowoon’s messy, sweet-potato-covered face.

“We’ve got a foodie, folks.”

Hyunjin kisses Rowoon’s cheek despite the mush, whispering, “First food down. Next stop—Korean BBQ.”

Han Jisung 🐿

By the time your son, Jihoon, was born, Jisung was already a seasoned pro at diapers, burping, and twin negotiations.

But when it came to milestones, it still felt brand new.

Unlike his older siblings — Jisoo and Minsoo, who crawled like a champ very early on— Jihoon was the chillest baby ever. Always smiling, always content to just lie in the middle of chaos like a little prince.

Every night Jisung googles things like “how to encourage baby to crawl faster?” or “is my baby behind or just chill?”

He’s been doing "tummy time training" every day, cheering his baby on with way too much excitement: “C’mon, baby nugget! You got this! Crawl like your life depends on it!”

You both set up a full obstacle course one afternoon — pillows, soft toys, and finally, his secret weapon: a snack pouch.

Jisoo and Minsoo were already beside him, holding up toys and clapping like tiny hype squad members.

“Babyyyyy,” he calls, wiggling the pouch like it’s treasure, “You want this? Come get it, I believe in you!”

“Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!” Minsoo chanted.

You’re lying next to the baby with your phone ready, already wheezing at how serious Jisung is.

“You’re acting like this is the Olympics.”

“IT IS!” he whines.

The baby wobbles on all fours for the first time ever and both of you and your twins instantly lose it.

“WAIT. BABE. RECORD THIS. THIS IS IT.”

"Daddy, I'm so excited," Jisoo giggled.

You’re already filming, whispering excitedly: “He’s gonna do it. Hannie, he’s actually gonna—”

And then it happens.

One little hand. One little knee. Then the tiniest, cutest shuffle forward.

Jisung and the twins SCREAMS.

“OH MY GOD!!! HE’S CRAWLING! HE’S CRAWLING! BABY YOU’RE CRAWLING!”

The baby makes it two full scoots before flopping onto the floor with a satisfied gurgle. Jisung rushes over like he just watched his child win a Nobel Prize.

Jisoo clapped. Minsoo cheered. The whole house erupted with joy.

Lee Felix 🐥

Felix is obsessed with every tiny moment in your daughter, Yuna’s life. He’s always recording videos, taking pictures, and creating little memory books.

Every time Yuna babbles, he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever heard.

“Did you hear that? I’m pretty sure she said ‘Dada’ right there. Dada, right?” He’s already planning to tell her that “her first word was the best one.”

But today, your daughter is extra chatty, her eyes sparkling as she sits in Felix’s lap, reaching for a toy.

“C’mon, sweetie. Say ‘Dada’ for Daddy,” he coos, gently bouncing her in his lap.

You’re sitting across the room, watching, already knowing what’s about to happen. You’ve seen the signs.

Felix has been casually teasing her, trying to coax out a “Dada,” but you’re secretly thinking: “It’s going to be ‘Mama,’ isn’t it? It’s totally going to be ‘Mama.’”

Felix sees it, but he’s trying to hold onto the hope that his daughter will say his name first.

You’re laughing as Felix dramatically leans in, “I’m ready. Just say it... Dada.”

But then, the most magical thing happens. Yuna, with all her baby energy, looks at him with wide, glistening eyes and giggles.

“Yuna... Dada?”

She pauses, grabs Felix’s finger, and then...

“Mama.”

“WHAT? NOOO.” Felix gasps like his heart just skipped a beat.

You freeze. And then, you both burst out laughing. Felix's face is shocked, then it softens, his voice crackling with emotion.

“I knew it. I just knew you’d say Mama first.”

You’re trying to keep your composure but your heart’s melting from how sweet and soft Felix is in this moment.

“She’s so perfect,” you whisper.

Felix holds Yuna close, kissing the top of her head.

“I guess I’ll just have to work harder to get that ‘Dada,’ huh?”

And as you record everything, Felix, while holding your daughter, leans into you with a dramatic sigh: “I guess I’ll let you have this one... for now.”

The whole moment feels like pure sunshine, with Felix genuinely thrilled by her first word, even if it wasn’t the one he was hoping for.

Kim Seungmin 🐶

Seungmin is already incredibly emotional about everything with your son, Taesan. From the moment he held him, he’s been trying to document every single milestone (if he was not travelling for work) but somehow, this one felt extra special.

The day Taesan decides to take his first step, Seungmin was home fortunately. He was playing with him on the floor, smiling at his little boy who’s holding onto the couch for support.

Seungmin kept saying, “Come on, buddy. You got this. Just one little step.”

But honestly, he’s half-giggling and half-nervous because he's worried your son might fall right into his arms. (And honestly? Seungmin is lowkey terrified of the baby walking because this is a whole new level of chaos)

Taesan grabs onto the couch and teeters, swaying back and forth like a tiny wobbly penguin. Seungmin’s voice is full of anticipation.

“Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna walk?”

“C’mon, Taesan. Take the step, please. For Daddy.” He’s holding his breath.

Then... it happens.

With the tiniest wobbly leg movement, Taesan takes his first unsteady step, stumbling forward toward Seungmin, who gasps and almost falls over in excitement. He catches him right before he topples over.

“OH MY GOD! YOU DID IT!!” Seungmin’s voice cracks in pure joy.

Your son giggles, proud of himself, and Seungmin instantly scoops him up, lifting him in the air, doing an accidental spin because his emotions are a mess.

You’re standing nearby, watching all of this unfold, and Seungmin’s eyes meet yours, filled with overwhelming adoration.

“He just did it... He really did it.” He sounds like he’s in shock, but his heart is melting.

He’s bouncing Taesan in his arms, whispering to him in the sweetest voice, “You’re so grown up now, buddy. Daddy's so proud of you.”

You step forward, and he hands Taesan to you. He tries to hide the tears forming in his eyes, with a playful smile, but you know him too well.

“This is it. He’s gonna be running around soon, and I won’t be able to stop him.”

You laugh, already imagining all the new adventures your son will take. Seungmin rests his head on your shoulder and whispers, “I can’t believe how fast it’s all going. I’m just so proud of him.”

You and Seungmin share a quiet, emotional moment as you both marvel at your beautiful baby boy.

Yang Jeongin 🦊

From the moment your son, Sungheon, was born, he was obsessed with you. Sungheon’s eyes would always follow you around the room, and whenever you held him, he’d snuggle into your chest like he knew you were his safe place.

Jeongin couldn’t get enough of the way his son was so attached to you, always calling you “Mommy” with his baby babbles that made both of you melt.

“He’s already my biggest competition,” Jeongin would joke, pretending to be jealous of the connection you shared.

One evening, as you’re cuddling on the couch, the baby, now a little older, is lying on your chest, his head resting over your heart.

You’re gently stroking his hair, whispering softly, and Jeongin is sitting nearby, watching the two of you, already in love with the moment.

Out of nowhere, your son lifts his little head, looks at you with the biggest, most innocent eyes, and leans in toward your cheek.

He plants the softest, tiniest kiss on your face, almost like he’s been practicing.

“Oh my god.” Jeongin’s voice cracks as he watches, his heart doing flips.

He can’t help but laugh, both from surprise and joy.

“Did he just...?”

Your heart explodes at the tiny kiss. You freeze for a second, not expecting it, and then look at Jeongin.

“I can’t believe he just kissed me!” you say in awe.

Jeongin looks like he’s about to explode with pride, but he’s also so proud of how sweet and loving your son is already. He hypes it up.

“Oh no, it’s happening. He’s already obsessed with you, and now he’s kissing you! What do I even do?” His voice is full of exaggerated jealousy, but there’s nothing but love in his eyes.

You hold your baby closer, and Jeongin immediately whips out his phone to FaceTime his mom.

“Mom, Mom, guess what! Guess who just kissed Mommy for the first time! Look at him!” Jeongin’s excitement is contagious as he shows your son’s adorable face on the screen.

The baby, now snuggling back into your chest, yawns, and then gives you another tiny kiss on your cheek, this time even more adorable than before.

“Mommy,” he says softly, his voice still tiny, but clear.

“That’s it. You're his favorite now. There’s no going back,” Jeongin teases, making a dramatic face.

He kisses your forehead, then leans in to kiss Sungheon's head, full of soft affection.

“But, I’m still your favorite, right?” He asks you with a cheeky grin.

You smile up at Jeongin, holding Sungheon close.

“Of course, Daddy. But just so you know, I think we both know who’s going to steal all the kisses from now on.”

Jeongin dramatically pouts for a second before playfully laughing. “Okay, fine. But you know I’m still the best when it comes to kisses, right?”

You kiss his cheek, teasing back. “We’ll see, Daddy. We’ll see.”

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Ok, I've thought about it for a while and I've decided on what I want to request. This is a mix of angsty/fluffy maybe suggestive so let me know if this is too much but I'm thinking dormleaders from twst x faker reader. By faker I mean reader is always acting suave and they are really flirty, but a lot of the time they are overthinking about how they must be annoying people. (totally not speaking from personal experience) Reader's love language is physical touch so they always want to be cuddling or at least touching somehow. Reader is teasing and then one day their s/o snaps at them for being clingy and that makes reader give up and spiral on how they must be stupid for thinking that their s/o actually liked them. Then reader doesn't talk to their s/o for a while, (lets say 2-3 days, maybe) eventually reader is cornered by their s/o and admits how they feel. Fluff ensues and reader gets to worship and praise their s/o's body like they wanted. Then reader is reassured in their connection with their s/o.

Is that a lot? I feel like it's a lot, I'm so sorry please ignore me if I am overstepping. Thank you so much for even looking at that massive hunk of text and attempting to decipher it.

Well wishes, love - 🕸 anon (Dec 17, 2023)

Dorm Heads - Male Reader Who's Clingy & Flirty To Hide Their Insecurity

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Hey 🕸Spiderweb Anon, It's almost been a year since you sent this to me; I'm so sorry that I've ignored it until now! You probably don't even remember that you sent this in the first place, but I hope I captured what you wanted all that time ago. Sidenote– I took the avoiding part out because they have too much influence in the NRC for you to avoid them, I'm just being realistic here. This post is written in the second person. The lyrics quoted in this one are from the song “Super Shy” by New Jeans. —Benny🐰

WARNINGS ➔ Canon Personality Leona & Vil; They Aren't Very Empathetic in Canon and I'm Tired of Getting Complaints From Anons About How ‘Mean’ They Are in My Writing So There's The Warning

WORD COUNT: 4,301 words

                                                                                                   

❝𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞-- 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕴 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊-- 떨리는 지금도 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊-- 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞~❞

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🌹  This little British boy is all about doing things in the right place at the right time, but his reaction also depends on his mood and other outliers. Riddle does enjoy it when you give him physical affection and stick close to him, it makes him feel desired and cared for, however, if you do it too often, he'll feel suffocated. As for flirting… I don't think it matters what time you do it, he won’t take it too well. Riddle feels like flirting is very private and depends on the circumstances; plus, he gets embarrassed in intimate situations due to his love-lacking childhood. However, he does like to feel handsome and desirable to you so he won't complain too much; if you're doing it in front of others or in an inappropriate setting, prepare to have a collar around your neck.

🌹  Remember the collar? You're getting collared, but he's channeling his anger in a non-violent way, right? The only way I believe Riddle would snap at you is if you continuously forgot (or ignored) his warnings and reminders about your behavior and how he feels about it. Keep in mind that he considers three times to be continuous. There will be a lot of yelling, his face will resemble a tomato, and you will certainly cry. While he's not as quick to anger as before he overblotted, he still has a pretty short temper and can hold a grudge for quite a long time, so I hope that collar is comfortable. Riddle will eventually remove it, but while he's avoiding you out of disappointment in himself, it won’t be at the top of the list of things to address. And yes, he will run to his therapi– I mean, Trey, for help to fix all of this.

🌹  Riddle… has never been all that good at apologies or accepting that he's in the wrong in the first place, so it'll take him a while to work up the courage and the maturity to apologize to you. He'd probably go and get you from your dorm and drag you off to his own to sit down for tea and awkwardly beat around the bush for a while. But, if you're silent for long enough, he'll push his pride aside and admit he was wrong with how he went about reacting as well as explaining why exactly he got so upset with you. Riddle will set clear boundaries after apologizing for his behavior and will explain the reasons why your actions were unacceptable to him. While he would prefer that you forgive him, he makes it clear that you don't have to and that he needs to work on expressing his irritation in a less harmful way to benefit both of you.

🌹  After sitting down for tea and discussing your insecurity, Riddle would be both incredibly supportive of you and somewhat disappointed that you don't trust that he loves you enough to think you're worthy of him. It breaks his heart that he subconsciously made you feel like you had to act out the way you did. Riddle makes sure to establish that he loves you as you are, insecurity and all. He sets aside time for you two to spend time together and lets you indulge in giving him as much physical affection as you want.

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“Don't pretend to be someone you're not; I like you jus’ as you are when you're yourself. If you want to touch me that's fine; jus’-! jus' do it in a private place... alright, My Rose?”  

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🦁  Leona does not like being clung to or touched often. He prefers it if he's the one to initiate physical contact and affection, it helps him feel more in control. Most times, he doesn't even touch you and only hangs out nearby (which could be inches away to just in the same general vicinity); he just prefers it that way. So, clinging to him, at all really, is a surefire way to piss him off, since he doesn't like the feeling of being restricted or weighted down; especially when he's just waking up, it makes him feel like he's suffocating. Flirting, on the other hand, is sort of a love language in itself for Leona; although his flirting is more on the low-energy side. Since he wants to make his partner feel desired by him he's bad at thinking of gifts and date locations and is too lazy to do acts of service, words of affirmation are his go-to. He doesn't like to do it too often though, or it doesn't feel as meaningful and genuine as he means it to sound.

🦁  Yikes. If he snapped at you… honestly, didn't you deserve it? You must be blind not to notice his discomfort with your actions which he voiced to you a few times. But, hey, maybe you didn't notice; some people can't read the room or other people well, and I don't blame you for that, because I can't either. As a feline, Leona values personal space and control more than most things, and your clinging to him will piss him off quickly. He can usually keep his mood in check, but all it takes is one bad day and you do that will 100% end in him taking all his pent-up irritation out on you. He'll most likely say some hurtful stuff in his fit of anger and won't see you for a few days. Leona might even ban you from his dorm for those few days if he's pissed enough; he doesn't want to feel like the bad guy, so he won't acknowledge that he is for a bit.

🦁  Honestly? Leona is the type of person who gets over stuff after a few hours to a few days and expects you to do the same. If you don't and you bring it up again, he'll likely hit you with the ‘That was so long ago and you aren't over it yet?’. However, he'll get it into his head that he may have seriously hurt your feelings if he sees any drastic changes in your behavior. Things like avoiding him, not speaking to him, cowering away from him, flinching, ending the conversation when you see him nearby, and leaving the room after he enters. But what gets Leona bad, is if he sees that he made you cry. When I tell you that this man will be on his knees after seeing just the reddening of your eyes I'm not joking. He didn't think he upset you that bad before but now, he's groveling for your forgiveness, because he knows that you're the only person that's willing to put up with his shit on top of loving you more than the air he breathes each day.

🦁  Leona will treat you like royalty after he apologizes, explaining that while he doesn't like being touched he'll indulge you now and then because he knows you just want to show him how much you love him. He'll also do his best to dispel all of your insecurities and remind you that it's not you that doesn't deserve him, but him that doesn't deserve you. Although Leona isn't the best person in Twisted Wonderland, he'll try his best for you.

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“HEY- GET OFF! –Oh shit, no no no, I didn’t mean to make ya cry. M’sorry, I just got startled ‘n’ today has been shit, so I took it out on ya in the end. Nakupenda, Wangu*; ya know that doncha?”  

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🐙  This one's hard… while I want to say that Azul would greatly appreciate your affection toward him and his body; we also have to take into account his issues with his self-image. Going by that– I don't think that he would like it if you touched him very often. The problem wouldn't be that he's uncomfortable, embarrassed, or annoyed, but that he doesn't want you to touch him and then feel disgusted with how his body is shaped. Like you're insecure about whether you're worthy of him, he's insecure about if he's worthy of you. The flirting, though, he wouldn't mind too much. Azul loves your praise, as it means that you find him attractive enough to talk to him that way. This poor man has such serious body issues that it's ridiculous, so if you flirt with him too often, he won't think it's genuine anymore and that you're making fun of him.

🐙  With Azul it's probably just a spur-of-the-moment outburst mixed with his stress and insecurity type of thing. In absolutely no way did he mean to direct this outburst at you, you just happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back, and like a shell on the beach, all his reason was swept away by the tide. He's the kind of guy who bottles all of his stress and grievances and your actions happened to make him reach his breaking point and everything just came out all at once. Azul likely just yelled at you to leave him be and get out of his office; fleeing to his octopot in regretful tears once you left the room and not coming out for days until he could get himself together again. He had to be coaxed into eating by Jade and Floyd due to how bad he felt for blowing up on you.

🐙  This man is distraught; he is beside himself with grief, regret, and shame. It takes all of Azul's willpower and the somewhat aggressive coaxing of the tweels (mostly Floyd threatening to bite off one of his tentacles and send it to you as an apology gift) to get him to finally leave the safety and comfort of his octopot and go to knock on your door. As soon as that door opens, he goes full-on into apologizing profusely and explaining that while what you did irritated him a bit he in no way meant to direct all of his pent-up stress toward you and that your actions just happened to open the floodgates for him. Azul would be in tears by the time he finished speaking, praying that you wouldn't leave him because of this incident. If you forgive him, he cries in relief and if you don't, although he's sad, he understands and promises that he'll do everything in his power to win back your trust in him and make sure that this never happens again.

🐙  Azul will explain to you about his insecurity with his body and his fear of making you dislike him and his appearance. However, once he hears about your insecurities, he's kind of shocked; he was so caught up in his own self-loathing that he didn't even notice yours! Be assured that Jade locked you both in his office and didn't let you both out until you worked out a plan to condole the both of you of your worth to each other. You and Azul had fallen asleep in each other's arms by the time Floyd remembered that you were being held captive in there and opened the door. He took blackmail photos.

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“Øjesten*, I… I apologize for my outburst; I'm just- I don’t like- ahem… ah… I have no excuse. You know how I feel about my appearance, I just didn’t want you to be disgusted with me. I’m sorry.”  

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👑  Vil lives for being appreciated. Whether it's through actions, words, objects, services, or just being admired; he loves it! However… there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. He loves you, but damn, he barely had any time to himself before getting with you, but now? It's not that he won't make time for you, he definitely tries, but he just has so much on his plate all the time. With managing his beauty routine, the dorm and its students, school work, modeling, singing, acting, keeping up his media appearances, and his one-sided rivalry with Neige, this man is BUSY. And that's not even mentioning the overblots that keep popping up out of nowhere; sorry hun, you're just going to have to squeeze in when you can or be okay with stopping yourself at just being near him as a way of spending time until he can fix his schedule. On the subject of flirting, though… yeah, don't even bother, but at the same time, yes, compliment him. Vil, being himself, has heard pretty much every compliment, praise, and risqué remark under the sun; you need to be very creative, or he'll probably just roll his eyes at you. If you do it too often, he'll get annoyed and probably ask if you have something better to do.

👑  Okay— I’m just going to cut this off right here- Vil is the type of person to set his boundaries with you immediately, so, at the very start of the relationship, you would know what to do and what not to do. However, if you end up doing it anyway (which would likely just be you forgetting about it or you're so stressed that it left your mind momentarily), there lies the problem.  If you did it after Vil already initially told you he didn’t like it the first time, he would just stop you, explain why he doesn’t want you to do it, and ask you to remember it for next time. Another thing- this man is a confident king (after his overblot), so he can smell your insecurity from a mile away. It will be addressed by him PERIOD. There is no way out of it- it WILL happen, I'm sorry. Either your insecurity will be gone quickly or your relationship will; it's one or the other, I implore you to just cooperate with him. Vil isn’t playing these games with you right now.

👑  I mentioned it earlier, but Vil will sit you down and address your insecurity with him; he's not the type of person to just let this issue go unsolved. Given his insecurity, however, he'll be very understanding of how you feel. The feeling of being less than others is something that Vil is familiar with, so he’ll do everything in his power to make you feel better about yourself.

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“I’ll make this clear, Mein schönste Liebe*, there’s no need for this little show you’re putting on. I don’t have a lot of patience, so quickly, tell me what the problem is so that I can fix it.”  

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🪲  You're giving him more affection than usual? Sign Kalim the hell up! He loves it when you hold onto him and give him physical affection! Do you want to sit on his lap? Sure! Do you want to hang off his arm or wrap your own around his waist? Okay! Kisses and hugs? Absolutely! As for flirting, I don't think that he is too innocent to understand what you mean, but that he doesn't get it until five minutes to an hour later. A lot of times, Kalim will suddenly realize what you meant when the conversation subject has already shifted to a completely different topic. However, he has no issues with it, since he believes that flirting is just an extension of complimenting him; it's just worded in a more risqué way.

🪲  I’m going to be completely honest with you here, this boy is too kind and non-confrontational to snap at you at all, so it just wouldn't happen. If he did have an issue with your behavior he’d most likely just sit you down and explain what exactly he needed you to change and why. Kalim will leave no room for misunderstandings at all, so there would be no way to hurt feelings on either side. The only person who would possibly be upset in the situation is probably you, but that would only be because you have to find another way to cope with your unspoken insecurity. Kalim isn't the brash type, so I can’t see him losing his temper with you at any point unless you committed a heinous action or something.

🪲  Kalim would probably still apologize even if all he did was explain some things to you, he’s a person who’s very in tune with other people’s feelings, so he’d make sure that your relationship was still good after everything. He’d bring you to his room and cuddle you on his huge plush bed, covered in the smoothest blankets and softest pillows, letting you touch, feel, and compliment him all you want- but only if you let him do the same to you. Probably also ask Jamil (poor Jamil, give him a vacation) to make you both some snacks or something, Kalim won't let his baby be hungry.

🪲  You will not be forced to talk about your insecurity, but Kalim will heavily encourage it for the sake of your mental health and the stability of trust in your relationship. He wants to wait until you're comfortable enough, but he also doesn't want to wait for too long in case there's a repeat of this incident. There's also now a big concern in his heart that he made you feel like you couldn't be yourself or made you feel like you aren't enough at some point. It will eat Kalim up inside, so he'll become overly indulgent with you for some time until you sit him down and talk about it. He just doesn't want you to feel like he's being neglectful of your emotions and well-being again.

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“Aiyah, Rohi*, I wasn’t trying to be mean, I promise. I love you so so so much; but sometimes, even a guy like me needs a little alone time, that’s all. I would never dislike you for such a small thing.”  

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💀  Eh… Idia is a very very insecure guy, but he's also incredibly antisocial and is used to being all by his lonesome besides his little brother. He likes his personal space a whole lot more than he realizes, so, to be truthful, the clinginess isn't something that will sit well with him after he has experienced it one too many times. It's mostly because it'll happen at times when he's preoccupied with something that requires a lot of his attention; like gaming, watching anime, or reading manga/lite novels, and he gets irritable when he's interrupted. On the side of excessive flirting, however, he'll dislike it not just because he thinks you aren't being genuine; but also because the topic makes him uncomfortable. As mentioned already, Idia is not a social person, thus being on the receiving end of something like that is way out of his comfort zone. Doing it excessively will only make him even more uncomfortable, as he thinks that you don't care about his feelings on the matter when it's obvious he dislikes it.

💀  Idia is a quiet, shy, and non-confrontational guy, however, his annoyance can quickly overpower all of that if it builds long enough. Once he's reached the end of his patience, he doesn't bother to be careful and think about what he says. It's most likely that instead of targeting your appearance or status, he'll go for the things that you're most sensitive about. Keep in mind that during all of this, he's absent-minded; his mind doesn't register exactly who he's talking to and what he's saying before he opens his mouth while his eyes continue to stare at whatever he is doing on his monitor setup beforehand. However, once Idia realizes just what he said to you he's in absolute shock at himself; yes, he'd expect himself to behave that way to other people, but to you? He would never do it intentionally… Honestly, though, he'd be more upset that you aren't comfortable enough to act like yourself around him than anything else.

💀  Similar to Azul, Idia regrets his words immediately; he beats himself up about it as well. How the hell did those sparky comments he had in his head slip through his lips? He thought he had more self-control than that! Seriously though, the first thing he does after he realizes that he said all of that outlook is call you. When and if you don't pick up, he sends you a few texts apologizing straightforwardly and explaining that he was upset about a lot of things and took it out as well as the fact that he's on his way to your dorm to speak with you in person. Once Idia's at your door and when and if you open up, he'll hug you and profusely apologize, likely putting himself down as well so that he can hurt himself as he did you. It's up to you if you want to stop him, but just know that the self-depreciation with continue to ratchet up in severity as time goes on; his insecurity and self-doubt will be on full display to you to let you know that you can show him too.

💀  You know how Idia does online classes or stays in his dorm and uses his tablet instead? You can do that too! The both of you can attend class remotely and cuddle while you do your class work or listen to lectures. He can lay his head in your lap while he's watching anime or reading his novels and he can sit you in his lap while he's gaming. Surprisingly though, Idia even suggests going out and visiting cat cafes together or going to a secluded place outside and listening to an audiobook. He's willing to change up his routine and step out of his comfort zone to make sure you know how much he loves you. He would do anything for you– well… almost anything, just give him a bit more time to work up the willpower.

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“I… You know that I know what It's like to feel… like you're not enough. You don't– Y‐you know you don't have to pretend with me right? You can just be yourself when it's the two of us, P-psychí Mou*.”  

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🐲  It depends on the place, the amount of people nearby who those people are, and his mood. As you know Malleus craves to be included, acknowledged, seen, and just to be given affection. This man is touch-starved to the max– but… he is still the prince of Briar Valley and must display a certain appearance to those who aren't close to or familiar with him. He'll allow small displays of affection out of the cover of his or your dorm room; things like holding hands, holding onto his forearm as you walk, briskly kissing each other's hands or cheeks, laying your heads on the other's shoulder, and other small but loving gestures. As long as you keep the more intimate actions away from prying eyes it's fine. As for flirting, Malleus also doesn't mind, but the same rules still apply. So long as you don't repeatedly show too much to those he doesn't wish to show your relationship to, he's happy as a dragon swimming in gold.

🐲  Malleus isn't the type of guy to snap at others, he confronts conflicts head-on if they pose an issue. However, if you do irritate him enough, he'll likely tell you that the both of you will have to take some time apart while he thinks about your relationship and what it means to the both of you. For him, crossing the boundaries that he has set is a violation of trust, respect, and understanding, and he needs to evaluate whether or not you're taking his thoughts, opinions, and feelings seriously. During your break, Malleus will avoid you, he'll greet you in the halls with a nod and carry on, there will be hardly a drop of affection from him until he's thought. He loves you, but for him, relationships are a very serious thing, and if you aren't respecting his boundaries, does he want to stay in a relationship with you?

🐲  He's not apologizing as there was no real wrongdoing on his part. However, if you felt hurt by his actions, he would calmly sit you down and carefully explain why he did them and follow that up by telling you that he felt hurt by your actions and he expects an explanation from you as well. Malleus is a patient and forgiving man, his life will stretch on for centuries and you and the relationship that the both of you have is a small but unforgettable part of that life. He doesn't want memories of a relationship with poor trust and communication between the participating parties; it just isn't worth it for him. Once you and Malleus have everything laid out on the table, he'll ask you to make sure to remember what he told you and that if you ever feel insecure in the future, simply talk with him and he'll talk you through it.

🐲  After you're very civil and diplomatic discussion of the ins and outs of your relationship, Malleus writes up a plan for the both of you. He lists the things that you both aren't comfortable with as well as things that you require and reworks his and your daily schedule around it. He does address your insecurity though, apologizing for making you feel like you aren't enough for him and making you feel like your relationship isn't important. Malleus loves you very deeply, and he wants to make sure that the two of you stay together in a happy relationship for as long as possible. He wants you to be a part of his family for as long as you love him, so he'll compromise as much as he needs to.

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“I have made you feel as though you cannot be your true self at some point in our union and that won't do at all. You are Mon Raison D'être, without you, I do not have the will to carry on, I beg for your forgiveness.”  

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❝𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞-- 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕴 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊-- 떨리는 지금도 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊-- 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝕴'𝖒 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞, 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖍𝖞~❞

 *¹ ‘Nakupenda, Wangu’ translates from Swahili to mean ‘I love you, Mine’ with ‘Mine’ being a possessive term of endearment usually accompanying a sentence like ‘I love you’, though it can be used by itself.

*² ‘Øjesten’ roughly translates from old-fashioned Danish to mean ‘The apple of my eye’.

*³ ‘Mein schönste Liebe’ translates from German to mean ‘My Most Beautiful Love’, though if you took off the last word, ‘My Most Beautiful’ can still stand on its own as a term of endearment.

*⁴ ‘Rohi’ translates from Arabic to mean ‘My Soul Mate’; calling someone ‘Rohi’ means that you love them longer than your life as they are your soulmate.

*⁵ ‘Psychí mou’ translates from Greek to mean ‘My Soul’’

*⁶ ‘Ma Raison D’être’ translates from French to mean ‘My Reason for Being’ which is usually used only to express the deepest love and passion.

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♡ RAFEANGELITA’S 11k CELEBRATION

i’ll keep this very short and simple because if not i know i could go on forever lol. but wow!! i can’t believe we’ve made it this far. if someone told me that i’d have a blog that reached heights like this when i was only a reader, i would’ve never believed them. i’ve gone through so much on and off of this site but talking to my mooties @nemesyaaa and @rafesheaven along with seeing the endless amounts of support and love on my work has truly made me so happy. the good outweighs the bad on here, and for that i’m so thankful. please know that i don’t take any of you for granted, and i appreciate every single one of you immensely. i hope all of you can take this celebration and perceive it as a token of my appreciation <3 keep reading below for further details!

NOTE : this celebration officially starts on may 1st, and ends may 31st. you can send in your requests starting now up until the end date! i will most likely be posting multiple times a day so that i could try my best in getting out everyone’s requests. please keep in mind that my inbox will most likely be flooded, so while i will try my absolute best to answer every request, i might miss a few so all i ask is that you have patience with me as i do this. my celebration posts might extend past the end date period, but only to get out the last bit of requests!

RULES : while i am comfortable writing dark content, the only thing i will not write is incest. it’s a very controversial topic and i would much rather write my content peacefully than getting backlash and/or hate! i also do not write anything having to do with scat and vomit so please keep that in mind as well <3

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