#The best I can relate it to is like slipping into a warm bath it's just so Comfortable

[sysig]

Hhhhh I have missed x12s so much <3 <3 <3

[femoso-seben]

Task Force 141 X gn Reader

Task force boys meet a myth in their field. Simply a legend.

pt.2

You are a legend. One that does not exist. Simply a myth. You were one of a kind, known and unknown. They’re bets on your existence if you were real or not. You look down at the crowd below you, you have your target in sight. You pull the trigger and the man falls.

You hid behind the wall crawling to the exit and leaving. The crowd below you were freaking out. You slip through the crowd gun dismantled in your backpack. You stroll Through the city and back to your station.

‘The deed is done,’ you text before throwing away the disposable phone into the rumble of a building. You continue walking back to your hotel room. You drop off the backpack and walk away.

Your hair is pulled back and your hands are gloved. No one will remember seeing you, you’re simply a legend. You climb onto the train and travel back to the airport. You pick up the backpack you left in your hotel room.

“How was your business work trip?” You look over to see your roommate on her computer a little preoccupied with school.

“It was good.” You smile setting your bags down and walking to your room. Your room best put it is clean minimalistic, and nearly barren. You unpack your stuff throw all your close into the washing machine and step into the bathroom.

You set a nice warm bath for yourself dropping one of your bath bombs as a little reward for your mission. You lean back and let out a sigh, as the water around you turns a nice shade of red. The floral scent hit you and reminded you you’re home.

“Hey, there’s people here for you.” Your roommate cautiously calls into the bathroom. The door opens and big tall men walk in guns pointing at you.

“Hands up!” One barks at you a glare on their face. You slowly put his hands up and turn to them with a cold bored expression.

“Stand!” You slowly stand up and turn to them, water dripping off your naked form.

“Can I finish my bath? Or do you like staring at my naked body?” You asked with a smirk. The man turns around and sighs.

“You have five minutes!” You roll your eyes and sit back down in the water and sigh. The first minute you sit relax the second minute you get up and unplug the bathtub. You dry yourself off and change clothes.

You open the door to find four men waiting for you. You slowly scanned them, and then turned to your freaked-out roommate. “It’s work related I’ll be back.” You tell her she nods and goes back to her computer and steel glances at the men.

You knew them, of course you did. These were Laswell’s dogs. You scratch the back of your head still damp from the bath. You gesture for them to lead. “John,” you greet them with a nod. The man turns to you a little surprised.

“Lead the way.” You instruct he gives you a cold glare and sneers at you. He took the lead and all three other men walked behind you staring at you with such intensity you thought your heads going to explode.

They shoved you into a car and had one point their gun at you. You fold your arms and look at the person right of you. “Johnny MacTavish. Or should I call you Soap?” You ask him. He looks at you a little shocked.

“You know me?” His Scottish accent is strong and confused.

“Of course, I do my research.”

“For what?” The skull-wearing one asked.

“I was paid to take you all out, paid even more to let you live.” You answer honestly.

“Who?”

“A Russian militia group, your governments paid a hefty penny for your lives.” You explain, they understood.

“You’re a contract killer?”

“I guess. I do the illegal missions the governments don’t want their military to know of.” You explain with a smirk.

They drag you into a warehouse there waiting for you is the woman you know as Kate Laswell. You nod to her and look down at your hands. She looked serious.

“Can I make a call?” You asked. She looks at you with a cold form gaze.

“No.”

“Alright,” You hum and smile at Kate. Kate a woman who you knew of a woman who’s been chasing you down for three years straight.

“Hello L,” she states.

“Hello Kate,” you smile back. She frowns and looks at the men.

“You know us.”

“I do, do you know me?” You smile looking at them with a slight smirk.

“You go by YN, don’t you?”

“It’s a name.”

“Don’t be flaky, is that your name?”

“Of course not, it’s just a name.” You smile crossing your legs and leaning back in your seat.

“Kate Laswell, and Task Force 141, what can I do for you?” You asked tilting your head. They all frown.

“You don’t have any leverages.”

“I believe a single phone call is all I need to change that sentiment.” You spread your arms a sense of calm sets in on you. You had nothing to worry about, everything was perfectly fine.

“And what will a phone call do for you?” Price asked stepping into the light.

“I believe your government wouldn’t want me dead, or in prison.” You mock back with a big frown on your face.

A phone was placed in front of you. You simply called it and told the receptionist the code. She quickly forwarded you to the man you needed to talk to.

“Hello? Yes, I’ve been detained by your task force, end this.” You handed the phone to Kate who took it. Her cold expression changed into one of pure frustration. She silently confirms the caller.

“You’re free to go, YN.”

“What!” Soap yells from behind you. “How is that even possible?”

“Because they’ve been cleared.”

You didn’t move and sat happily in the seat with a small smile, it was content and amused. You look behind you to find all three glaring at you, how did you get out of this? How aren’t you going to jail? Confusion was well in the air.

“Now,” you begin, “what can I do you’re your?” All of them turn to you a little shock.

“What do you mean?”

“You wouldn’t take me in without a reason so, let me ask what do you need from me?” They turn to each other and let either Price or Kate speak up.

“One of your…. Target was a target we needed.”

“Oh?”

“Was it the one in Urzikstan?” You ask tilting your head.

“Yes.” You nod slowly.

“What do you need?”

“Who was he talking to?”

“Russian ultranationalists.”

“How did you know?”

“I recognized their symbol. Their patch.” They nod.

“So you just killed him and left?”

“Yes because my job was done.” From the back, you hear a sigh and turn to see the famous Ghost looking at you with an annoyed look.

“Anything else you notice.”

“Yes, there were missiles being sold and traded.” They froze.

“Too who?”

“Urzikstan terrorist got some missile, while I think the Russian ultranationalist getting support from another source.”

“Anyways I need to get back to my apartment, my roommate must be shitting herself.” You smile standing up.

“Wait.” You turn around to see Kate’s hand outstretched to you.

“I like to commission you.”

“Oh?”

“You want to contract me to this task force?” You ask with a slight smile, a little amusement glint in your eyes.

“What can the legend do for you? Kate Laswell?”

[roseykat]

KINKTOBER DAY 6

TITLE: Blanket of Safety 

SUMMARY: an OT8 blurb of how each of the members do aftercare.

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with these posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

TAGS: mentions of sex/scenes, aftercare, nothing too major.

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BANG CHAN

When it comes to aftercare, Chan can be overly attentive at times. It’s not a bad nor good thing, he just has a fear of you plummeting into a sub-drop. So he does as much as he can to ensure that it doesn’t happen. Directly after a scene, if you’re on the floor, Chan will help you to your feet and get you to the bed or couch (if you’re in the lounge), as fast as he can. 

Chan then makes sure to talk to you at some point after, about the scene; the good parts and if there was anything wrong with it. Communicating these areas is vital to both of you even though sex and scenes with Chan always run smoothly. But expect big warm bear hugs and lingering kisses as you both lie down, resting next to each other.

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MINHO

Harsh in the sheets but the complete opposite when it comes to aftercare. Minho can and will use an assortment of items on you in bed, all of which are painfully welcomed, so he needs to ensure that he has the right measures to make sure you’re not feeling it as much afterwards. His first task is to make sure that you’ve calmed down by resting for however long you need.

He has water for you on standby and even snacks in the drawer if you need them. To mitigate the factor of you running on pure adrenaline, he needs to slowly ease those endorphins for you by running a warm bath for you to soak in. From there, he likes to ensure that you're dressed comfortably and that you have some physical contact with you until you feel like you've come back into the right frame of mind.

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CHANGBIN

Changbin views aftercare almost like a warm down from a session at the gym. They’re both important in the sense that looking after the body when it’s been put through stress is vital, physically and mentally. Same with scenes and sex at times where afterwards he’ll run a bath for you knowing that the warm water will soothe your muscles. If you’re still tense after, he has no problem in giving you a well deserved massage. 

He makes sure that you have a meal at least an hour after the scene and to drink some water or electrolytes to make up for what you lost. Taking care of you from the inside out is one of his best features before he helps you into some comfy clothes and to make sure the rest of your day is as stress-free as possible.

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HYUNJIN

Hyunjin has no trouble getting you into subspace, but sometimes it’s hard to get you out of it. He knows that in some cases it can last from a few minutes to an entire day, which is why he sticks close to you until you have fully come around. He thinks that having contact with you is vital to ensure that you know he’s right there beside you. If not, there’s a chance to slip into a subdrop. 

Therefore, he’s a very careful individual that doesn’t want to miss any steps. He takes more of a psychological approach to aftercare by using methods to ensure your brain is sending you the right messages to the rest of your body. Then he’ll follow up with the physical stuff like cuddling or tracing his fingertips delicately up and down your arm. He lets you do what you need to do but he’s always right there with you. 

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JISUNG

Jisung is very good at reading your emotions and can adapt to whatever you need after sex or a scene. Usually, it’s in your best interest to shower right away, but the times when you’re barely stable on your legs, Jisung will fetch a warm cloth from the bathroom and gently wipe you down. Only when you’re able, Jisung will help you into the shower and follow behind you. 

He will shampoo your hair, massaging it gently into your scalp before conditioning your ends. After that, he's lathering your body with a lightly scented body wash, enough to make you sleepy. Then, he'll dry you, get you into comfortable clothes and spend the remainder of the day or night at your side cuddling you.

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FELIX

Aftercare is in Felix's nature. He already is such a loving and attentive person which he further demonstrates after a heavy scene. If you’re bruised, he’s on his way to the freezer to retrieve ice packs. He doesn’t care about the mess you both make - sweat, cum, his cum - so if you need skin-on-skin contact with him right away, he’s there. 

If you’re on your side, Felix will spoon you from behind under a duvet he’s thrown on you both. In that position, he’ll hold your hand while he whispers in your ear, however many times you need to hear it, words of praise. He likes to kiss the back of your head which eventually lulls you into a deep, well-needed sleep.

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SEUNGMIN

To Seungmin, aftercare is the bare minimum and he always goes beyond. He doesn’t understand why some partners don’t initiate it after a scene or even vanilla sex. Whenever you both fuck, Seungmin will make sure that afterwards, you are well taken care of. He won’t leave the room unless he’s sure that you’re of some sound mind to allow him to.

Even when he does, it’s to fetch you water, tea, ice packs, whatever it is that you need. Seungmin will break his break to make sure that you have a proper comedown, but there are soft moments that are just as relieving for him as it is for you. Lying in bed together just cuddling, taking a nap, watching something lighthearted on TV, or having a meal together.

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JEONGIN

With aftercare, Jeongin used to be more of a doer than a talker. He takes care of you so well physically after a scene or sex, that sometimes he would forget to talk. It wasn’t until one time where you had dipped into a heavy subdrop that he discovered he needs to talk to you during aftercare more. Praising you, making sure that you know how good and beautiful you are, are some efforts that he makes.

On top of that, he makes sure to check in on you when you’re resting beside him. You like snuggling up to him in your pajamas with a blanket on the couch and some snacks nearby. Just spending time within close proximity of Jeongin is what you need. Having him within arms reach adds an extra layer of assurance to know that he’s always there. 

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A/N: This was actually difficult to write because imo, they'd all be so good at aftercare anyway!

[glorianamultistan]

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Requested by @sangyeonara -😳😳😳😳well…what about an enemies to lovers story with Gong Yoo? Somehow they end up in a sport/recorded at a beach movie together and reader realizes how nice the other actor’s tights are🥹

Gong Yoo × male reader

Contents: Sunbae x hoobae relationship, suggestive (I don't think it is smutty so).

It was always a struggle for y/n to interact with one of his most popular sunbaes. It wasn't that he was intimidated by him, just that this specific sunbae held a weird grudge against him.

Gong Yoo is a soft person with unprecedented charisma. He knows he has the body, the face, and the talent cards. He is the whole package. His only problem with the current movie shoot is y/n. That young actor who always caused Gong Yoo to behave in the vilest of manners toward him, from canceling the shoot to just annoy y/n, to outright giving him cold treatment and intimidating him so he can't act properly.

Y/n knew the older actor did it all purposefully. The back remarks, the taunts, angering y/n and making him act like a clown.

This movie is the first time Y/n is doing any sports-related acting and as a former loner, he's bad at sports. This constantly leads to Gong Yoo, whose character is his character's ideal in the movie, commenting rashly whenever y/n misses the mark.

The other supporting actor is really nice to y/n, buying him food and helping him practice. The shoot is shifting to a beach in Jeju for some "bonding time" for the characters as they will practice and become emotionally closer.

"Are you okay y/n? I hope your allergies don't flare up on the beach. We have prepared everything and Gong Yoo hyung will be there too!" "You are my manager yet you get more excited about meeting Gong Yoo everytime, he's nothing that special."

"You say this only because you hate how good he's with everyone except you." "See, you know it too, that guy hates me for who knows what."

At the set on the beach y/n and others were getting ready for the shoot and Gong Yoo was lightly playing with the volleyball. Once things were set, they practiced a bit and to everyone's surprise, y/n was doing significantly better, what people did not know was that he practiced for it for weeks now.

It was a surprise to Gong Yoo too, so he started hitting the ball even more forcefully while smiling like it was all normal.

After the successful shoot, although y/n got hit once and he was able to return the favour to Gong Yoo too, they were all in the public bath enjoying the warm water.

"You got much better for a person who is as clumsy as you." Gong Yoo shifted towards y/n and whispered. "Ajhussi, I am young, I can learn and practice." "Oh, so you are confident enough to reply now too." Gong Yoo was dangerously close to y/n and then suddenly got up and left. But y/n had a weird feeling as he watched the older walk away, he never realised how muscular and thick his thighs were, it was no doubt Gong Yoo was a hot man.

All through the next days of shooting y/n kept on losing his focus because of Gong Yoo's thighs, on the beach in his shorts, Gong Yoo played his character with perfection and somehow managed to irritate y/n with petty tactics like using the last bottle of cold water just to wet his face and body, using his sunbae card to get the best of the rooms, making y/n slip purposefully in the scenes filmed in the ocean.

Still, through all of this, there was a new weirdly adorable flush on y/n's face and one night in the hot water bath Gong Yoo was suddenly very aware of this fact.

As y/n was trying to relax his sore muscles in the hot water, Gon Yoo slipped closer to him and whispered in his ears "I know you have been staring a lot these days little prince." Y/n lost his composure and opened his eyes to the glory of Gong Yoo's wet body just beside him and the older's face on his right shoulder.

"The fuck do you think you are doing!?" "I am just confirming something." Since this bath was reserved for the actors only, nobody else was there to look at them and Gong Yoo liked the idea.

Suddenly y/n's hands were guided by the older to his thighs "Do you like them this much? Staring as if you just want to be between them." "Please... w-what are y-you doing?" Y/n was losing his cool, he was actually hard just by touching Gong Yoo's thighs, and by god were they divine, so muscular and defined, it was as if touching a well-crafted sculpture, his hand started moving automatically deeper to feel them more.

"All these years of bickering to make you into the person I really wanted. I guess it was all worth it, won't you agree y/n?" Somehow y/n was straddling Gong Yoo now as the older held him while sitting on the wooden floor with legs still in the water. Younger's face down eyes closed, older smiling like he just opened a treasure box.

"It can be an easy ride from here if you cooperate and be a good boy for sunbae, I will let you ride my thighs." "You must have lost your mind! We are in a public place! And I have no such intentions for you!" "Really? Then why are you so hard?" "It is a physiological phenomenon!" "Oh, then let's try this" Gong Yoo smoothly captured the younger's lips with his and that was the end of any defiance y/n had, he melted away as if he had been waiting for this all along.

When y/n finally tugged on the older's hair as he was out of breath they broke away and the younger had tears in his eyes. "Arent we supposed to be enemies." He asked while nuzzling his head in the older's neck. "Are we? I don't think so. I would rather have you like this, it is much more pleasurable."

As both of them left the bathhouse, y/n went into older's room with him and it is safe to say that he got to know the real strength and taste of those thighs he had been thirsting over for days.

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[loversj0y]

thinking about revivebur and baths

in a completely sfw sense---- with the combination of water temperature and body heat, him taking a bath with his s/o must be very warm. thaws out any chill or ache from spending eons in limbo

its not much of a bath and more of a cuddle session while mostly submerged in hot water

you make up for pulling him out of the tub (which he sleepily protested) by wrapping him in a towel and drying off his hair, letting him go limp as he clings onto you, eyes closed as you rub the towel into his scalp

and afterwards, the feeling of being clean as he slips into bed? its heaven. best sleep he's gotten in a while.

on an only slightly related note, i turn my shower nozzle to a few centimeters before the highest setting. is that concerning?

the people around me say im boiling myself like a lobster but im not edible yet so i cant help but doubt

that’d be so sweet. i can imagine like washing his hair for him very gently and he just melts under your touch. and you wash him and he gives you just the most loving look despite everything else in him, he can only feel warmed with love right now.

and you help him out, and you also put a moisturizer on his scars and his mottled skin. old skin needs some extra love and care and i imagine that it gets irritated easily due to being so sensitive so he’s finally feeling a sense of relief as he slips into bed, more clean and relaxed than hes felt in months

also i start my showers on the hottest setting, then i slowly cool it down and end on a like. lukewarm/coldish shower

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[michimichim]

breathe | irene

disclaimer: servicetop!fem reader x bottom!irene

also, i advise you to take your time reading this. put on your softest playlist. ♡

you exhale as you allow yourself to sink even deeper into the warm bubble bath. the water sloshes up to your chin, your eyelids weighty from serenity washing over your body. the warmth of the water and aromatic oils is beyond soothing, hot steam fogging up the bathroom mirrors. with a languid curl of your lips, you fall deeper into your girlfriend’s arms, hands are delicate and attentive on you.    

irene's hand lightly lather at your shoulders, rubbing and spreading the sandalwood scented soap as you deliberately let yourself enjoy the pampering she insisted on providing.   

you arrived to find her curled up with a book, a warm look in her dark iris as she openly let you fall, exhausted, into her arms. she had been the one to call you over since the other girls have gone out for the night, and you haven’t really gotten the time to spend time together – her with schedules and you simultaneously juggling school and work. so even with fatigue sipping in your bones, you could not refuse her. you didn’t want to, quite frankly.  

stress had caught up to you in the recent weeks. why deny yourself alleviation and pleasure when it was so eagerly, and beautifully, offered? irene’s words, not yours. plus, that’s all part of her character, your ever so affectionate girlfriend.   

“how does that feel?” she whispers as to not disrupt the blissful state you find yourself floating in. a big misconception that surrounds your girlfriend is the stoic, rigid and glacial energy she exudes. when in truth, they couldn’t be farther from the truth. irene is presumably the most affectionate between the two of you: affectionate gestures, pillow talks and anything related to intimacy is something irene is keen on giving and receiving. when it comes to matters of the heart, they’re merely a defense mechanism against negative intentions.   

“perfect.” you sigh, head bobbing back against her chest. she smiles to herself, lifting her thigh to place over yours and it peeks above the magenta-colored bubbles, glistening with different oils and water. “tell me about your day.” you hum, letting irene work through the built-up tension in your body, washing it away with each stroke of her fingers.  

and she does tell you. you swear you could fall asleep to the gentle rise and fall of her chest and lulling hum of her voice as she rinses out the clusters of lathery honeysuckle adhering to your body. 

the water sloshes in the tub while you softly cradle her small thighs, and she takes her time recounting her day as you let out little hums to let her know you’re always listening. a while later when she’s done, you feel her thumbs lightly rubbing circles over the nape of your neck, then she leans in to softly brush her lips to your ear. “come on, let’s get out, sleepyhead.”   

you both dry up, your movement still a bit sluggish. you're leaning against the sink and she stands in front of you, gentle, going as far as drying your hair for you – the cotton towel that smells of her, delicately slipping through your hair. and she’s pleased that you’re allowing her to do so, even more as you gaze at her. “thank you.” you sleepily mumble, leaning to kiss her jaw and she responds with another smile that warms up your entire body.   

honestly, it’s amazing how little moments like this can light and better your day up. this form of intimacy is the best – simply the two of you in your own world. it's like a match in heaven, irene would sometimes tell you. originally, you’re both homey people, never too bothered to leave the house; when it’s just the two of you, it’s like a sense of completeness. you could stay in each other’s presence for the rest of your days and never get enough.   

you let yourself bathe over her features. enticing, black lashes, framing eyes of moon glazed browns that spellbind, lure you in every second they meet your gaze. thin cheeks that occasionally rest on your chest with cupid lips, sweet and tender, that grow the tastes the sweetest of sugar on your mouth.   

they are all factors that lead you to plant a slow kiss on her lips. she's not even surprised and returns it with the same passion. you give a light lick to her lower lip, a small lap of your tongue before retreating, and it is met with a hot nip to your lower lip. she pulls daintily on it, dropping the towel that was in her grasp behind you on the sink, hanging her arms around your neck.  

 a moan is let out in between, you’re not sure who, as your breasts brush against each other’s. your hands lower over the small bend of her waist while hers rise to tug slightly at your hair, gaining herself a breathy sigh from your lips.   

 "let me repay the favor," you say against her mouth, wrapping your arms around her middle while she nestles further against you, grazing her teeth on the line of your jaw. irene then pulls away to eye you up and down, irises dark with want. the look in her eyes sends a frisson of excitement and wanton lust through you.  

 “you’re too tired, baby.” she purrs, trailing a nail down the expense of your stomach all the while maintaining eye contact.   

 despite the thick tension in the air, your eyes momentarily soften. “let me take care of you, irene. i want to be so good to you.” you confess, stroking the skin of her hip with your thumb. you're certain she can see the determination burning in your eyes, keen on giving words a rest and show her each and every drop of your love. yet it’s not remotely enough, she merits quite more.  

“okay.” she gives in, slightly kneading at your shoulder.   

 “wait for me on the bed, please.” you say, reluctantly pulling away from the warmth of her body and she does as you so nicely requested while you take to rummaging through the cupboards for the material needed. 

you slip on your robe and it doesn’t take long for you to walk back into the bedroom. irene watches you from her spot at the edge of the bed, shutting down the light, before lighting up small scented candles on both sides of the bedsides. it washes the room in dim lighting.  

 she raises a perfect brow, visibly pleased. “all that for me?” she teasingly inquires, lifting her hair up into a bun, wet baby hair curling to her temples and nape.   

 the feeling of being treated to such an immaculate method of care warms her heart, but more so the place between her legs. “the best for you.” you reply, grabbing the bottle of scented oil before making your way to her waiting form.   

 “lay down, love.” you coo and you watch her undo the knot of her towel. there's no way you can take your eyes off of her even if you wanted to. breathtaking doesn’t do the curves of her petite body justice and she knows the effects she has on you as she peers back through heavy lids, moving further up the bed to turn and lay on her stomach. 

 you immediately climb on the bed behind her and gently crawl above her back, lying a quill of a kiss at the base of her neck. “relax now, i got you.” you whisper in between pecks to then immediately feel her let go of the control she's clutched in her body. 

 “breathe.” you murmur soothingly against her ear. it takes a blissful moment before your gentle breathing merge in exquisite synchrony, and you allow both of you to stay like that for quite a while — her heart rate slowing, the active muscles in her shoulders, neck and jaw, dropping.

 you’re not only connected on a mental level, but also a physical; her exhale becomes your exhale, and with your inhale, also comes her inhale. the oil that smells faintly of eucalyptus and the heavenly lavender scented candles enhance the slow breathing of your lungs. a few moments in, your hands begin to wander, smoothing up and down her sides in time with your breaths. 

 you sit up to spurt a bundle of essential oil into your palm before spreading it on irene’s slender back, down her slender spine. the oil softens and sips into her skin, a soft shade of powder, while the swaying, flickering candles dance upon it and project a delicate orange glow. 

 you're extremely patient, fingers following gently over her back, revering, adoring. your palms press delicately around and over her shoulders, at that point descending, to the little of her back, then returning once more, higher. they're entrancing without a specific rhythm. 

you can feel the expansion and falling of her back as she breathes deeply with your hands on her, you deepen your touch into knots irene didn’t even know she had and travel lower. they slide down to her lower back, applying pressure with the heel of your hands.  

then they lower to knead her ass, your hands caressing, massaging the flesh while she moans into the white pillows. you then descend to the back of her pale thighs, plying the tightened muscles as you take your time exploring each crevice.   

you lean to kiss her once more on the shoulder, neck and cheek. “what do we do now?” you ask, voice a low and thick husk of adoration. there's something so beautiful in this instant. perhaps the sensations are expanded by the sentiment she can feel emanating through this unspoken connection. it's more than love, similar to a soul connection, a sense of recognition – you’re made for each other.  

irene can’t mask the arousing state she finds herself in, squeezing her thighs with raspy moans when your hand go down to softly pull at her hair so she lifts her head to kiss you. you smile into the kiss at the subtle grinding of irene’s curvy ass against your front, rutting on the white bedsheets. you don’t hesitate to twitch your hips down to get more friction, and her eyes fall shut for a moment. 

“i need you now.” the older woman pants once you pull away for air.   

“i know, love,” you murmur, placing a kiss against her temple, then take her earlobe between your teeth. “but i also know how much you love me worshipping your body, don’t you?” you ask and with sudden strength, roll her over.   

irene lays her head between the five pillows surrounding her, mirthic eyes skimming over your face as her hand starts touching upon her naked form with feline-like grace. “maybe, but you love it as much as i do.” she remarks and you grow wetter, eyes following her movements. it's when irene grips on her breast, fingers playing and teasing her pink buds that your pulse quickens and your heart skips multiple beats.  

“i do.” you acknowledge, bending down to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, her hips still finding sweet friction on the leg you’ve placed between her thighs as you descend even lower until you’re leveled to her breasts. you nip leisurely at her nipples, pulling, then sucking it into your mouth, stirring butterflies in the pit of your girlfriend’s stomach. 

irene's face flushes from cheek to cheek and blemishes her bare face, the sexiest of sounds coming out of her. knowing how inexplicably turned on you get from hearing her sounds of pleasure, she gets verbal, telling you how lovely and warm your tongue brushing against her nipple is. your hand cares for the other pair, fondling it into your palm, pinching and pulling at it to make her legs tremble and body hum with wanton pleasure. 

your tongue flicks out, licking your lips unconsciously as you don’t stop there, lapping down to her navel, swirling your tongue against it and irene’s hands carding tightly into your hair at the sensation now coursing through her entire being.  

“i love when you do that.” she gasps. it almost sounds like a plea for you to keep going.  

“mhmm.” you intone, biting teasingly at her smooth stomach. “i can’t wait to eat you up, fuck you like the queen that you are, my tongue licking every single part of you like you rightfully deserve.” 

those words oozing out of your mouth heats irene’s body up, jaw falling slack when you pin her hips down to the mattress and take your first taste. you slide your tongue between the warm and wet folds of her dripping sex. you go at it at your own pace, pouring your heart out into the precise strokes of your tentative licks.  

 irene's head lolls back down on the pillows, fingers clutching at the sheets as you suck onto the soft flesh of her lips, giving it every ounce of your attention. she still finds it amazing how passionate you get to eat her out, moaning from how succulent she tastes, your own clit throbbing in response to the older woman moaning out your name. she could lose her mind to the part of your lips, tongue pushing past her folds to rub over the hood of her clit.  

 her hips buck up, unable to be still and you settle your grip tighter on her waist. your mouth twitches at her squirming body, effusive praises tumbling out of her mouth, gasping and shudders taking over her as you lick from the bottom of her slit, to then wriggle through her walls. one of your hands also gets on the move, coming down from her waist to thoughtfully rub a thumb against her clit – the motion slippery and too fast for irene’s clouded mind to grasp.  

 irene's knees grow powerless, almost completely unable to support herself nor thrust her hips up as you mould her into literal putty – as you customarily do, but this is more intense than the other times and the coil tightening inside of her, the curling of her manicured toes are indication enough. she cries out, panting breath when you unrelentingly drag your thumb over and over against her swollen clit, your tongue flicking around in her.  

she's close, so close to her release that she doesn’t realize when it comes over her. there's too much going on at once – the libidinous expectant stare you give her when you curl your tongue against her walls, the sound of relish coming from you and the way you grab her ass when you throw her legs over your shoulders. they all make her cum hard, swears rushing out so loud you know the whole sm building can hear, and creamy thighs flexed.  

 you continued to slowly lick and lap at her aching cunt, taking her by surprise when you run two wet digits down either side of her clit and slip them in, overstimulating her nub of nerves in the process. you have her legs cradled on both sides of your shoulder, caging them in with your other hand pinning her waist down. 

it's impossible for her to move away as sparks of pleasure shoot back up her spine. you bask in her mewls, whimpers of your name and grip of her hand in your hair as you find the rhythm that she likes with each roll of her hips as they meet your two cum-coated fingers.  

 then you twist them a little to the right of it, and she squeezes around you. “come for me, irene.” you moan, coming up to nibble on her sleek neck as her other hand braces around the headboard, her erotic mewls filling up the whole space at the title used – her hips push down with driven force and her cunt spasms tighter around your digits, promptly sending off waves of immense pleasure through each joint of her glistening body.

 you feel warm liquid drip down your fingers and her slit, she’s panting, out of breath but still pulls you into an excruciating slow kiss, moaning from tasting herself on your lips.  

 irene sucks on your lip, and you let her lead, letting your tongues brush against each other at a leisure pace. you're reminded of your pulsing clit when you feel irene’s delicate hands slide through the crack of your robe, slowly caressing, digging into your shoulder blades before dropping down to your side to undo the knot keeping your robe in place. 

[momoshin]

kinktober day 6 ; rosé + mommy kink

"you're gonna put this on" she starts, handing you a bullet vibrator with a new lube before you got dressed "i'm gonna let you cum as many times as you want but no one can suspect anything, okay?"

"yes mommy" she takes advantage of the small distance between the two of you to peck your stomach before watching you push the vibrator inside. rosé waits for you to get dressed before turning on the toy at a low setting, not enough to stop you from getting ready but enough to startle you and to make you look at her

"don't look at me like that" she responds "you know i'm gonna reward you if you behave for me" she's quickly walked over to you and cupped your jaw "ill wait in the living room"

it doesn't take you long to finish getting ready, and as promised, rose's waiting for you in the living room, already extending her hand for you to grab when you approach her. of course, after that it's all guards opening doors for you, her private chauffeur already knowing your desired location.

her hand makes itself comfortable on your thigh during the trip, and then on your hip when you arrive. it's just dinner with friends, which takes away half the worries you would have if it were something work related or a family event.

she only ever speeds up the intensity of the toy when you have to get your order taken or have a very in-depth conversation with any of your friends. and the first few times it takes you by surprise, but you manage to get the hang of it pretty quickly, surprising both of you equally.

"you did pretty good baby" her hands rub up and down your back as if comforting you, also somehow supporting your body because your legs were too shaky to move by themselves.

you've lost count of how many orgasms you've endured at this point, but you still wanted her to fuck you as a reward like she promised. "can mommy fuck me now? please"

"are you sure angel? you look pretty tired as is" rosé brushes a strand out of your face and once you plopped down on the bed, she starts to unbuckle your heels and peeling them off your feet.

“i want you” you let her slip off your underwear, taking a gasp with her as she spreads your legs and retrieves the vibrator

“look at how much cum” your girlfriend gently sucks some of it off her finger, caressing your thighs after and lifting you up with her to the bathroom. “let’s get you washed up, i can fuck you there if you still want it, yeah?”

“i want your cock” pouting, you let her lead you to the bath, where she strips you of your clothes and helps you get in as it fills with warm water.

“i know baby, maybe tomorrow? you can have mommy’s fingers tonight” she watches you whine and pout, yet you never throw a fit knowing it could sabotage all your progress.

“fine” she smiles before lathering your body up in soap, whatever the water let her reach anyway, she makes sure to do her best at washing you, and lets you relax a few minutes in the bath before letting the water run both in and out of the bathtub and trailing her fingers to your cunt.

“is that what you want?”

“more” you shake your head no hoping she’d do as you asked. “please mommy”

“i love it when you ask nicely like that” rosé has three fingers in you now, that’s as much as you needed to cum due to how sensitive you were, just a few thrusts of her hand in and out with her heel rubbing against your clit and you’re gone, shaking and whimpering repeatedly in front of her.

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

gonna be a weird request but--octopus boi childe fucking the reader with his tentacles and making them suck from another tentacle please

Anon there is no such thing as a weird request, just one no one has ever thought of yet. Anyways! just like the previous request, please apply the adage "If there's a hole, there's a way!" three tentacles in one hole might be too much but with the power of love and lust nothing is impossible!

Wrapped in Love

Summary: In the aftermath of Liyue, in the cold and merciless everwinter of the Tsaritsa, Tartaglia learns how to fuck you with his new appendages.

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There were few things in life that you regretted, most of it involving Tartaglia in one way or another, your infatuation of him was an open secret among the Fatui. Not even the Tsaritsa was above using it to tease you on occasions where a meeting just ran far too long for her liking. Right now on top of your list of regrets, directly above the time you had loudly mentioned that Tartaglia was the most desired bachelor within the social circle of Snezhnaya’s noble ladies due to his family man side, was the consequence of you showing your tentacle kink to Tartaglia that one time he had specifically requested your skills to unseal Osial.

The consequence being subjected to help him test out Dottore's insane projects. A rare moment of cooperation between the two considering the immense dislike that was present among the rest of the Harbingers and Tartaglia, with the exception of you. It had taken you less than a month to accept the fact that compared to the other Harbingers, your talents didn’t include scheming or fighting.

If anything your talent was your dogshit luck at getting along well with the other harbingers, a glorified messenger that knew how to fight well enough when necessary but had no innate skill for it in the same way as Tartaglia. You were better off giving them ideas, a human rubber duck to bounce off thoughts for the Tsaritsa.

Which led to your current situation, in Tartaglia’s bathtub, massaging his new appendages. Of all the situations you dreamt of why you’d end up sharing a bath with him, this wasn’t one of them. Sure his thick tentacles were soft and squishy but when he curled them up, you could feel the core muscles, his new appendages were strong and you had no doubt Tartaglia would have no problem strangling 8 people at the same time.

Which then led to your current horny thoughts praying to your Archon to have mercy and not let Tartaglia comment on your thoughts that was entertaining the idea of tentacle sex.

‘I bet this would feel good inside me’ You thought as you gently observed the suckers on Tartaglia’s tentacle, the one you knew was his detachable dick.

Tartaglia’s tentacle wriggled gently on your hand, alternating between feeling out the gaps of your fingers with its thick tip that barely fitted through, and leaving marks on your hand with its suckers. The tentacle was darkish blue in hue, turning violet when the light hits it at a certain angle, if asked you would not be able to identify what sort of octopus he was beyond a specie that was most likely a bottom dweller.

While you were busy sitting on the rest of Tartaglia’s wriggling tentacles in your swimsuit, Tartaglia lounged about on the other end of the tub, facing your back with a displeased look on his face. His face rested on the knuckle of his hand, turbulent thoughts apparent on his face.

Tartaglia worried about your obliviousness once you became absorbed in your task. He wondered how you could still observe his tentacle when another one was wriggling directly below your crotch. He was quite aware that if it went on for another minute, he could definitely slip it in. His stare on your ass, whose crack was slightly visible from the way you crouched, burned through you but you ignored it. Countless missions spent with Tartaglia had made you immune, slowly but surely, to his bouts of displeasure on some of your work ethic.

Being younger than him had the equally fortunate and unfortunate effect of him being almost caring towards you. You bore with it because 1. You liked him, and 2. Letting him do as he pleased was more energy efficient. Such actions of course led to him liking you a whole lot more compared to the other harbingers, which meant that more often than not you were sent along with him to distant lands, which meant you dealt with whatever fall out occurred from his penchant of following trouble.

Not that you mind, sure you weren’t the best fighter among your colleagues, nor were you the best schemer among them but you were certainly the best negotiator they had when it came to compensation. So it stood to reason that it was best that you were paired with Tartaglia most of the time, which was fortunate considering the events in Liyue. Economic relations had only taken a slight dive after the whole Osial fiasco, with Tartaglia almost duking it out with Signora once they were away from prying eyes.

Your assurance that you had evacuated the entirety of Liyue Harbor with the spare Fatui soldiers you had and the rest of the Millelith, was the only reason Tartaglia easily backed down.

The result was that Tartaglia had warmed up to you considerably, and was without a doubt considered you as his “friend” if it meant sparring sessions every day that went from fighting each other all out to him teaching you how to use every weapon he knew. And Tartaglia as a catalyst user was just a sight to behold as much as he was a dual blade wielder.

“How long are you planning to ignore me?” He asked as he pulled you close to his chest, tentacles wrapping around your waist and legs, slyly splitting your legs wide apart.

“I’m not?” You answered, confusion lacing your tone.

You reached for the tentacle that you were studying, “Can you pass the recorder to me? Dottore was demanding an oral report.”

“Didn’t he hate those?”

“Yes. But for some reason he wanted one...ugh I’m getting back at him for this” You complained as you made yourself comfortable on his chest, slouching slightly as Tartaglia cuddled you in the tub.

He hummed at the sight of you being completely relaxed around him despite his temporary state as a weird octopus thing. His tentacles were exploring your skin, the small scars that you got from moments of carelessness in exploration made some parts of your skin different. His arms played with your hair, absentmindedly kissing you every now and then on the back of your head as two of his tentacles stealthily slithered up your chest resting below the area of your chest.

He watched you for a moment as you fiddled with the recorder, figuring out how to use it.

“There we go~!” You muttered, pleased at your actions that you remained unaware of imminent realization of your lewd thoughts.

Tartaglia smiled fondly before it turned into a lascivious smirk as he simultaneously gripped your waist as his tentacles slipped into your hole and sucked.

“Hnn~!” You moaned in surprise, back-arching at the intrusion only to end up pushing it further inside, the tentacles near your chest immediately latched on your nipples, sucking it until you let out another moan, “Ah~!”

“Wha-” The thick tentacle inside your hole sucked on your wall, gelatinous hydro coating its thick tip until it felt like your hole was filled to the brim, “No! Ahn! Don’t twist inside-”

Your words were interrupted by the intrusion of a particularly thick tentacle in your mouth. “Mmmpff!!!”

Drool dripped down on the sides of your mouth as you felt the appendage roaming inside, thick and slick as it fucked your mouth. You wriggled your body, doing your best to break free from the tight hold of Tartaglia’s tentacles but only made it tighten its hold on your limbs and drove it deeper inside you.

“You feel really good,” Tartaglia praised, making you pleased for a moment which was enough for his appendage that was stimulating your insides to go further, “How many of my tentacles do you think you can take?”

His words sent you to a bout of panic, the lone appendage that was sucking on the walls of your hole, wriggling about and hitting your spot was already too much for you. You signaled to him that any more would break you but all it did was make his grin wider just as you felt the two tentacles on your nipples grope your chest and then twist your over-stimulated nipples.

You cummed just as you felt the hard thrust inside your wall, sending you to another orgasm that had your body bending from the pleasure only to turn limp once the high was done. Even as you laid on his chest with your tired body and hazy mind, Tartaglia’s tentacles didn’t stop moving, you felt and saw your legs spread wide, two tentacles holding you up until your ass was lifted. The soft prod of another tentacle on your asshole made you sit up in alarm but it was useless as you felt your asscheek being spread and then the cold intrusion of the tip.

“Mpff!” Your alarm turned into a moan, mouth opening wide for one of his slightly thinner tentacles to slip in.

“Look at you, wriggling in pleasure” Tartaglia said as he licked your neck, “Did you think I wouldn’t notice how you would rub your slutty crotch on my tentacle? Did you like the feeling of my suckers rubbing your slutty hole?”

You were helpless as his tentacles lifted your legs up, the soft prod to your hole was all the warning you got before another tentacle roughly pushed its way in. You cried out in pleasure, hole clamping down in reflex but it was all for naught as you saw your legs being spread wide in the air and then felt your hole being fucked again and again until you came once more.

“Nnn!” You moaned as you laid on Tartaglia’s chest, your hands reached the nearest tentacle and began sucking it with your mouth.

Tartaglia laughed in delight, “What a cute slut you are!”

His laughter rang in your ears as you felt your mouth being forced open, his tentacle slipped out, your saliva coating it and stretching until a thin strand was left connecting the tip of his tentacle to your tongue. And then he kissed you, passionately as he twisted your body to sit facing towards him.

His tentacles harshly slipped out of your abused hole, making you moan and cum once more. The water on the tub sloshed and spilled from the harsh and vigorous movements of Tartaglia. His hands held you by the waist, treating your hole like a fleshlight as he repeatedly slammed you to his tentacles, occasionally rubbing your crotch against his suckers until you found yourself doing it personally.

You held onto his shoulders as you repeatedly used his tentacles to seek out your own orgasm. Dottore’s recorder was already long forgotten as it continued recording on the wet tiles of the bathroom floor.

“Tartaglia!” You cried out his name, when you felt another tentacle thrust inside you as his teeth clamped on your nipples. You came loudly, your hole twitching as it clamped on the tentacles.

“Fuck!” He cursed before pushing you down the tub, the waters drastically reduced, and moved to cover your entire lower half. You felt his beak and then the familiar push of the head of his cock on your entrance.

His hands played with your chest as he easily plunged his cock inside you. Your moans was silenced with his kiss, and then he began moving. He fucked you ardently, like a starved man, it was an odd sensation for your lower half, his suckers leaving bruises while his cock repeatedly and easily fucked your hole.

The water turned murky with each orgasm the two of you had, Tartaglia’s back was filled with your scratches and the crescent marks of your nails from digging deep in his skin. Your neck was littered with bruises and bite marks from his mouth. The two of you fucked as if both of you had been doused with aphrodisiac, as if neither of you had sex in a long while.

And though it was farthest from the truth, Tartaglia wouldn’t deny that he had missed you terribly. The entire time on Liyue had been spent either preparing for taking the gnosis or fixing up trade relations, there wasn’t a single time he was able to spend a day with you without it being work related.

Not even his weekly challenges with the traveler were able to stave off his longing for you. So for him, this was the closest he had been to you for a long time. When both of your lust had been satiated, you laid on the now almost empty tub, simply basking in the afterglow as you gave him absentminded kisses on his chest.

“Oh shit!” You cursed as you frantically left his loving embrace and searched for the lost recorder.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, tentacles pulling you back to his side.

“Dottore’s fucking recorder! I’d like it if our sex life wouldn’t be part of the official record of Dottore’s whatever!” You answered, as you swatted a particularly lecherous tentacle that was rubbing your still sensitive hole.

Tartaglia helped you look for it, arms hugging you as his eyes searched about before he spotted it near the claw foot of the tub. His tentacle reached for it, bringing it to you like a prize, ignoring the blinking red light that was still recording.

“What prize do I get?” He asked as he kissed your cheek, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

You hummed as you fiddled with the recorder, stopping it and hoping in vain as you replayed it’s contents.

“AHN~! NO!--IT WON’T FIT AT ALL!”

As soon as you heard your dirty talk, you immediately stopped the playback. Imaginary tears falling down your eyes as you cursed your past self for always being swept up on Tartaglia’s charm and antics.

“Ah~ as expected of my beloved comrade~ even though you said it wouldn’t fit, in the end you had three tentacles inside you in one hole right?”

You blushed at his teasing, “With how big your cock is, it would be a wonder if three didn’t fit.”

“Ahahaha!” He laughed, pure and genuine, “Comrade! That isn’t a winning argument for you at all~”

“Who cares! Anyways, what kind of pet name is comrade!?!” You tried to steer the conversation away from your loss, “Change it! Or are you dating the Traveler on top of me?!”

Tartaglia’s eyes softened at your kitten-like jealousy. He smiled at you, soft and loving that had you melting from the inside. It was in moments like this that made you wonder what life would be like for the two of you outside the Fatui, a normal life free from politik and schemes and the ever-looming threat of Celestia’s wrath.

“Then what about супруг(spouse)?”

An unsaid question, for a future that may never come. You paused, heart beating fast as you thought hard and deeply, not weighing the pros and cons but thinking of the possibility that this might not end in happiness. That this promise might end up the first one he’d break.

“Are you sure?” You asked him, meeting his eyes head on, willing him to understand what he was asking.

Out of all the Harbingers he was the closest to death. The one most likely to die first. He was their Vanguard, a sacrifice, when push comes to shove he would have to lay down his life for the rest of you. It was a thought both of you knew, a reason why he wanted to become stronger and stronger because no matter how many times he claims that world domination was his goal, you knew that protecting the ones he held dear was also the reason why.

Tartaglia may long for a glorious death from a battle, but you knew that he also longed for a life outside the Fatui.

“Yes” He answered as he drew close to you, forehead touching with yours.

You kissed him, gently and lovingly, and for the first time filled with hope instead of resignation at the harsh future that would come. An unsaid answer for a future that both of you would fight for.

‘I will be with you always, from this day until not even death may part us.’

[levisgirll]

Hi ~ I know u made a headcanon where Levi comforts his gf but since he's a private man and doesn't like PDA, how would he comfort his gf if she was, let's say crying, in front of others?

𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙨𝙩 (𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

text: hello there anon! first off I would like to thank you for checking out and reading my other headcanon post 🥺❤️❤️ and for also coming back to send me a request! I love this idea and I agree with this, so I had fun writing this out :,) also I made this request as a headcanon/fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it! (I kinda relate to levi because I also don’t really like PDA if I were to be in a relationship! but that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t show any other affection. I guess this all would have to do with privacy. So, def same with Levi, so I get it).

synopsis: Levi Ackerman is a private man, no one would expect him to even have a lover! He see no point to show and let everyone know about y/n being his girlfriend! Instead, it’s only important to him to show you his love and you both keep your love private and personal which makes the relationship you both share special and rather unique. One day though, something happened to y/n which made her tear up in front of the scouts and Levi shows his comfort and care to her in a way that it shows his real love towards her. In his own way of expressing romance to her which was very touching and gave not only y/n but also levi a pleasant feeling of happiness whenever they were together. (I promise you this is lots of cute fluff, also some true romance levi would express which is super heart warming ♡ )

real fluff, aot world, headcanons ♡ —

The past few days were going pretty hard for you. A lot was going on, such as drama and many issues happening in the survey headquarters that you worked at.

You were jumping from squad to squad and your roles and work kept on changing which made you stress out a little and many people kept on rushing you. You were often switched from each team because the commanders liked your skills such as Erwin, Hanji and now you were at Miche’s team with Nanaba and Gelgar who you were getting quite close with.

As Y/N was trying to get her work done and filling out some paperworks, doing the necessary checks, some scouts came up to her. “Hey Y/N! Could you please help me with this? I really need some help right now.” and then another came “Y/N! Would you do me a favor and do this for me?”, then a scout came up to her and said “Y/N, you messed up the paperwork from this morning! It’s all wrong! What’s wrong with you?”

You suddenly were overwhelmed and you were so nervous you had no idea what to do or say that you started to run off. As you were running you saw Miche and Nanaba and you ran up towards them.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it....Wait, are you okay? You look quite pale.” Nanaba said suddenly with a worried expression and she touched your shoulder gently. You then realized that you really messed up earlier and you fucked up everything, nothing seems to be going your way and you never seemed to give yourself a break. You then could not hold it any longer and started to tear up, soon crying.

“Y-Y/N?!” Miche said, all worried and his serious expression dropped and went near you, while Nanaba was holding on to your shoulders and said in a concerned tone “Tell us, what happened! Was it someone?”

As soon as they were about to say anything else, they were all taken aback and quiet when they suddenly heard someone saying “Who the fuck made her cry?” Suddenly, Miche and Nanaba jolted up and felt a deadly vibe coming towards them which made them shiver. It was Levi! Y/N’s boyfriend. He had such an angry look, he was clearly ready to murder anyone who came in his way.

Nanaba and Miche moved away quickly so Levi could approach to his girlfriend. “Y/N, are you okay?” He said softly and moved his head to the other side so he could see your face, he also examined your body to see if you were hurt but thankfully you were not which made him relieved a bit. But you were quick to hide your face as you covered your face with your hands. He knew and understood that you did not want to talk about it now and would want to be alone with you later the evening. But, that did not stop Levi not comforting you in his own way throughout the day. 

He turned towards Miche and Nanaba who quickly told him that they were unsure what made his girlfriend cry and were quite upset to see her down and felt bad how they did not notice she was put under pressure and having loads of workload.

If you tried to push him away and not wanting him to know why you have cried or teared up he would still follow you and as soon as you stopped, he would finally say “If it upsets you....then it upsets me.” He would say as his face soften and he looked rather a bit sad cause you were upset, and even because that you wouldn’t say it to him as your boyfriend, he wanted to know everything that was up.

And of course, after you have calmed down from crying while he was staying by your side this whole time. You and Levi had a special thing in your relationship between the both of you, you both would usually meet up at an agreed time and place, basically lots of  private romantic rendezvous between the both of you. It was a special thing that you both shared as it was just you two alone, not anyone there disturbing you two. Just Levi putting his full focus on you and would hold your hands whenever if the meet ups were to talk things out, or show each other some love while holding you close. Obviously, he had to wait for the evening for this to happen so throughout the whole day he would do his own way of comfort and showing his care towards you!

If you were not feeling well or you were pretty down after what happened. If Y/N went to their room and decided to stay there for the evening, Levi would actually come behind the door and try to lean against it and wait to hear if you were still sobbing or not. He wants to make sure if you are okay and if not he would not hesitate to come in and try to talk it out with you more, but he knew you well. But regardless, he would leave some medicine such as painkillers to help ease your stress and headaches outside your door and then knock your door. Levi would also once a while slip a note under the door and you would see it sliding and going near to your bed as you sat there and it would say “Hope you are better Love. I’m at my office if you need me”. His notes would melt and warm your heart, it was his way of showing his feelings, love and care for you and your wellbeing and this would always comfort you.

If you both were in public, you both wont show or do any PDA of course but instead Levi would definitely compliment you. He does that so everyone who was there can know that he was only allowed to flatter you and say these compliments to, and if anyone dared do that instead of him, he won’t let them slide.

With that, he likes to mention your name and talk highly of you, basically pamper you instead of PDA, and that would make Y/N blush and get embarrassed since it would catch them off guard (and Levi secretly liked that-). He would do that a lot after you have cried and calmed down just to see you smile and lighten up your mood. He wants everyone to mention your name in the conversation that you were in and everyone would join Levi and compliment you too and that made you feel so special and even blush like crazy and Levi would just watch you and then give a small smile.

 After you have cried, he wants to try his best to make you happy and not upset anymore. So, when he sees you in the mess hall among other people, he would approach to your table where you sat alone and I honestly see Levi sticking to them old-fashioned romance and giving Y/N some flowers he would probably pick up or even buy you some. All eyes would be on the both of you and that would make you blush completely, he does that so you can forget how you cried front of the others earlier and instead remember this. He also does this to show everyone that you are his girl and you are the lucky one he would give you the flowers too <3

He would try and come to check up on you to see how you were doing. While Y/N was sitting with Sasha, and as they were chatting about something, Levi was approaching Y/N and he brought his hand out and was giving Y/N a small cardboard bag. “What’s...this?” Y/N wondered as she accepted the gift and took it, as soon as she opened it she saw her favorite pastries and sweets that she really liked, her boyfriend Levi knew her too well. “Make sure you eat them all and enjoy it. And Sasha, you better not take none of them or I will make you in charge of cleaning duty for a month.”  You sat there, smiling a lot while munching on your favorite sweets which was from your favorite person and it never tasted any better! So after Levi finding that out, expect Levi buying you lots of pastries.

Would definitely compliment you, say sweet things such as “Hey, you look good today Y/N” or “I’m always here for you, come to my office when you are free love.” He really did care for you and these simple words, had a lot of meaning.

Would do small actions that showed his love and affection for you, especially when he was worried for you. He would bring you some tea for sure, run you a hot bath after a long day and he would say and as he looked at you with full of love and care, “Y/N, I ran you a hot bath. This should help you ease you up.” His kind gestures melted you and he would definitely come to wash your hair as you sat on the bathtub if you called him. And after that, he would give you a light kiss on your shoulder since it was just the two of you alone and that made you blush even harder. 

If you ever asked Levi for anything in front of your friends/comrades he would not hesitate to do it. Besides, has Levi your boyfriend ever said no to you? In front of others, he would look at you and wait for you to say the favor. He was loyal and has always been respectful towards his girlfriend, “Anything else? Come on, you can ask me.” He would say still looking at you while his eyes would scan your face and admire your features and beauty. He would do anything to comfort y/n.

And to be honest, if you liked to keep your boundaries clear and liked to separate work with your personal life, Levi would totally accept that and I feel like he would be such an understandable man? He would agree to it cause he would like that too and just to keep things on track, but that does not mean he was not thinking about you 24/7 and he would always wish for the meeting room, stable or wherever you both were at, to be alone (especially after he saw you tearing up or upset, he wanted to check up with his girl and make her happy, I feel like he would def do this) and wishing everyone leaving so it can just be the two of you alone, so he can just hold your hand and give it a gentle rub with his thumb. “I missed you, where have you been this whole morning?” He would say as he looked at your eyes, and you could tell by his expression that he was madly in love with you. “W-Was helping out Moblit organizing the next experiment for next week.” 

“Hm, I see. Do you have some time tonight? I want to spend some time with you for a bit.” Levi said which looked like he had said it confidently but rather seemed to be in a nervous and shy tone, worried you would reject it.

Overall, not showing or doing PDA does not mean that there is nothing going on behind closed doors or whenever you both are alone and private! And even without PDA, there are other things that are done to show his love to his partner which Levi would do such as giving you small gifts, saying sweet things to you/compliments, making you laugh and cheer up, even checking up on you throughout the day before he sees you alone in his office in the evening. And, he does this all by his instincts because it is actually coming from his heart and love for you! It’s simple, but the kind of way that you could feel the love and his sweet acts which would warm and melt his girlfriend’s heart, y/n!

I hope you really enjoyed this real fluff headcanons! I honestly see this happening if Levi had a partner and I do find it true that he wont like PDA, but he is a private man and in his privacy with his girlfriend he would show her lots of love <3 so when in public (as he waits for the evening to be alone with her) I can imagine these happening and this kind of love is really strong and holds a lot of meaning. If you liked this plsss leave a like, a message, or a reblog! I would appreciate that  ♥ ♥ ♥

[choking-on-tae]

My First

Request: Hi pretty can i request a fluff/smut with taehyung when he and the reader make love for the first time (the two are virgins) and tae is super sweet and gentle, and he treats the reader like a princess and after sex they bath together and he brings her the breakfast to bed and its super romantic. You are an amazing writer i really love. 😘 Can you tell if you are gonna do my request so i don't wait for nothing. Thank u ♥️

A/N: I love me some fluffy smut requests. I just think it's adorable and romantic and everything you could possibly want. It's also been so long since I've written anything BTS related. Anyways as usual gif isn't mine and credit to the rightful owner! x

You and Taehyung have been together for quite a while, but you've never been intimate before. So to say you are nervous would be an understatement. You've discussed this with your boyfriend multiple times but now it's really happening you can't help but feel nervous. Taehyung isn't feeling much different. He too can't help but be nervous as his hands find their way to your hips. His eyes bore into yours as he nervously bites down on his bottom lip.

"Are you sure? You know we can wait an-" "-I am sure... I'm just nervous." Your voice soft as you feel your cheeks heating up.

"That's okay. So am I."

You're a little surprised by hearing that, since he doesn't seem nervous. It isn't until he tries to remove his hands from your hips that you notice they're shaking. Your eyes widen upon seeing this as you feel your heart soften. He's just as nervous about this as you are, if not even more nervous.

"Tae. Oh my god babe calm down. Why are you so nervous?"

"I just don't want to disappoint you."

You wrap your arms around his neck as you lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips. "You will never disappoint me Tae. Don't worry."

Your words seem to comfort him as he wraps his arms around your middle, pulling your body against his own as he just holds you for a bit. He knows you're right, but he just wants everything to be perfect. You gently rub his lower back as you enjoy his embrace. Taehyung noticeably calms down as he lets out a deep sigh, making you giggle.

"Everything okay now?"

He nods as a warm smile spreads across his face, making your heart flutter. Taehyung gently takes your hand in his as he makes his way to his bedroom. He moves down to sit on the bed, patting down on the spot next to him when his eyes widen when you instead straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

Taehyung smiles brightly as his hands find their way to your hips, pulling you tighter against him as you crash your lips against his. Taehyung hums against your lips as he moves one hand to your jaw, bringing you down with him as he moves to lay down on the bed.

You smile against his lips as you feel him biting down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he looks at you. Taehyung pulls back slightly breathless, just like you and flips you over until you're now laying underneath him.

"You still wanna do this?"

You nod as you bring him down for yet another kiss. You feel your boyfriend smile against your lips as he starts to unbutton your blouse. Taking his time to undo it before taking it off and throwing it to the other side of the room. You let out a soft giggle as you catch his cheeky smile, feeling your heart warm.

Taehyung takes his own shirt off before going back to kissing you, his hands roaming all over your body as you take off your bra, throwing it near your shirt as your jeans are next. Taehyung helps you before sliding off his own pants. Soon the two of you are just in your underwear, panting softly as you stare deep into each other's eyes.

Taehyung rests one hand on the side of your head, balancing himself as you feel the other trailing down your body, stopping just before your panties. He looks at you one more time before crashing his lips against yours as his fingers slip underneath them, dragging them down your legs before you feel his fingers touching you. Making you moan against his lips as he feels how wet you are for him.

He lets out a soft groan as he slips one finger inside. "Fuck baby you're so wet."

You feel the heat rising to your face as you try to hide it behind your hands. Taehyung is having none of it and he uses his free hand to pry your hand away. "Don't hide from me baby, I wanna see you."

Taehyung smiles softly when he sees you pulling your hands away. "That's it baby, don't hide for me."

You nod softly as you grab his shoulder, digging your nails in it as you feel one of his fingers entering you. Taehyung lets out a low groan as his finger moves inside of you, stretching you out before pushing in another one. You throw you head back against the pillow as soft moans escape your lips. Taehyung smiles against your collarbone as he looks up at you, smiling fondly at you before leaning in to capture your lips.

You tangle your fingers in his hair as you feel him speeding up, pulling back to gasp as he curls his fingers. "Right there?"

You nod as you tighten your grip on his hair, making him groan. "Fuck I don't think I can wait any longer. Do you think you-" "-I'm ready. Please just fuck me."

Taehyung reaches for his pants and pulls out a familiar package. You chuckle at the sight as he rips it apart with his teeth and puts it on, quickly going back to hovering over you as he looks into your eyes.

"I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm gonna make love to you princess."

Your heart flutters at his words as you feel him lining up with your entrance before slowly pushing it, going slow as to let you adjust and to not hurt you. Taehyung closes his eyes as he tries to be patient, but you're really not making it easy for him with the way you're clenching down.

He lets out a deep groan as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Trying to hold on to that little bit of restraint he still has to not pound into you. Once he's fully inside of you he stops, pulling away slightly to be able to look at you.

"Are you okay?"

You nod softly as you pull him in for a soft kiss. "Yeah, I'm okay. You can move now." Taehyung nods before giving you another kiss, pulling out almost all the way before slowly going back in. He repeats this a few times so you get used to the feeling. When he feels you running your nails down his back he groans as he starts going a little faster. Your head meets the pillow again as your boyfriend hits that spot inside of you.

"Tae" You moan, pulling him closer as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He smirks as he tilts your head so he has access to your neck, lithering it with kisses as he continues bringing you closer to your highs.

"Are you close baby?"

You hum in response as you can't even speak properly, the feeling too intense to focus on anything else. Taehyung feels his heart swell with pride that he's making you feel so good.

"Babe, I'm gonna-" "-Let go baby. Cum for me."

His words are the last push you need as your high washes over you, making you clench down on your boyfriend who groans as he spills into the condom. Panting heavily as he collapses on top of you.

You chuckle softly as you wrap your arm around him, using one hand to brush his hair out of his face, that was stuck to it by the sweat on his forehead. Taehyung flashes you a blissed out smile as he leans up to kiss you once more.

"I love you so much Y/N. Thank you for letting me be your first."

You smile at him lovingly as you gently caress his cheek. "No, thank you for being my first."

The two of you smile brightly at each other before Taehyung pulls out, making you hiss. "Sorry baby." "It's okay."

He discards the condom before his eyes lands on the bathroom and an idea pops into his head. "Hey, do you want to take a bath?"

You nod softly as you watch Taehyung make his way to the bathroom. He lets the water fill the tub as he rummages through the cupboards to look for bath bombs, when he finds your favorite one. He smiles as he places it on the edge of the bath. Grabbing some towels in the meantime before going back to you. You lift your arms for him as he chuckle softly.

"Fine, I'll carry you princess."

You giggle softly as he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom, where he sits you down on the edge of the tub. Noticing that the tub is almost full you turn off the water and reach for the bath bomb, throwing it in and seeing the water turn to purple.

"Oh it's so pretty!"

Taehyung giggles at your enthusiasm as he helps you in, taking a seat behind you as he pulls you against his chest. Resting his chin on your shoulder as he holds you tightly.

"Tae?"

"Yes princess?"

"Thank you for being so sweet. I really couldn't have imagined a more perfect first time with someone."

Taehyung blushes softly at your words as he quickly presses a kiss against your cheek. "Anything for you baby."

~~~~~~~

Your eyes flicker a few times before fully opening. When they do finally open your eyes widen when you see the tray on the nightstand and boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed with a beaming smile on his face.

"Did you make breakfast?" You ask, sitting up straight as you move back a little as he places the tray on your lap.

Taehyung moves to sit down next to you as he hands you a plate.

"I did, although I got some help. I know I'm not the best cook so some things are from the bakery close by. You know that one we go to when we're too lazy to make breakfast?"

You chuckle at his words, remember exactly how more than once you two went there to get breakfast because you didn't feel like making anything. You turn to face him and press a kiss against his forehead.

"You really are the best boyfriend. Thank you so much. Not just for this but for everything."

Taehyung's heart flutters at your words as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as he presses a kiss against your temple.

"Anything for my princess."

[jjkpls]

the wishlist (m) - 2

“Since when do we buy each other sextoys?”

> genre : light angst, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> words : 5k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity; chaotic oc; clueless koo

previous - next

It all starts with the first box and the vague memory of a warm touch on your face.

When you wake up that morning, groggy from exhaustion and the sensation of having spent the night waking up, again and again, you sense something. You struggle to point out if you’ve dreamt or if it really happened, but there’s the lingering of a warm hand's trace, cupping your cheek, soothing the stress lines on your forehead, and softly brushing your hair back from your face. You can’t tell if it’s happened but it left a lovely sensation both on your skin and heart. 

You get up and out of bed, slowly stroll to your living room with a lazy hand raising to your head, meaning to scratch at the snake nest you expect to be sitting on it. Instead, your fingers are met with a rather neat braid you definitely didn’t go to sleep with as you were too fucking done with this day to even try and deal with your tight bun -the very bun that elongated your time to fall asleep by at least a good half an hour. The same fingers that caressed your face took care of your hair and you know exactly to whom they belong. 

Of course, giddiness ensues and the mildly serious feeling of mortification -you despise the idea of not knowing in what state he found you, in what state of ugly, of dishevelled, of smelly. There’s no room for embarrassment in this friendship, not this kind anyway, fortunately or not, he’s seen you at your worst (at a time when you didn’t care much if he did or not) so it counters, always a bit, the shame.

He hasn't left your side yet, has he? And he’s exposing himself to this face of yours, so why should you feel bad about it? He sneaks into your apartment at night just to brush your face and bring the covers up to your chin, tuck you nicely in as if he’s your mom or something, so why should you care. He doesn’t seem to mind. He never seems to mind. He’s the best of friends. The best of all the people you know and the best of your friends. 

And of course, naturally fitting this role, you’d find the morning of Christmas, a mysterious box you’ve never seen before sitting on your coffee table. 

The girls, your friends, have presents for you, you know they do, but yesterday you were working and couldn’t see them, therefore, the little celebration was reported and you didn’t expect, you wouldn’t expect them to come at night or early in the morning to bring you your gifts. It can wait (so they decided). 

But Jungkook is sweet like no one else is. 

And he came to wish you a merry Christmas even if you were too tired to wish him back and he left a present for you. 

There’s not a name attached to it but it’s obvious it comes from him. There’s just a post-it he stole from your desk, with a Merry Christmas written on it, the lines of the letters, round and neat, you’d recognize from any other lettering and a bunny with teeth as big as the eyes smiling at you, drawn next to it. 

The box is so pretty, you feel an actual pressure thinking about opening it, as if there is a certain way, a proper way, to go about it. 

And apparently, there is. You go wash your face and rinse your mouth, prepare yourself one of your good teas, tear the curtain wide open and slowly, almost ceremoniously, take a seat on the ground, right in front of it.

The box is neat. You don’t know what’s inside, probably a perfume or some kit for the bath you’d assume, but you already know that whatever is inside, even if it’s not of your liking -which is impossible, it comes from Jungkook-, will be balanced out by the appearance of this perfectly elegant, tasteful box that you’ll use again to stock anything, maybe your face masks, maybe nothing -it’ll just sit, looking good on a shelf. 

It’s a pastel blue, with a black rose drawn on top of it, the icon to a brand you absolutely don’t recognize. With fingers trembling with excitement you drag the box to yourself, it’s mildly heavy, for some reasons, it gives you a little rush of anxiety. There’s just a tiny black ribbon holding the box firmly closed. A tiny pull on it and it slips open. 

Slowly you lift the lid, a grin already plastered on your face, hurting your cheeks. You expect a blinding magical light to come out of it, with the sound of bells ringing near your ears and sense to suddenly knock into you as you’d understand what wondrous present is in front of you.

But none of it comes. There's just a thing hidden inside a black satin bag.

It’s not a perfume nor a bath kit and you’re confused.

A bit scared.

Honestly, maybe a little shameful part of you has guessed it. But the louder yet weaker rest of you can’t see it. It would be too... ludicrous. And wouldn’t make sense, would it? You’ve never actually seen any in real life so how would you know what the packaging would look like and how would you come to this conclusion now? And how, why, how would he, Jeon Jungkook, come about to offer you this?

Doesn’t make any sense. 

But somehow, when you pick up the courage to open the little bag and drag the object out of it, you hardly even gasp in surprise when you discover a dildo. You just let it drop to the table, thumping loudly the fake wood. 

Why did you guess it to be that and why did he get you this shit?

Scorching red seize your face and your whole being.

You are infuriated.

How dares he? You are mortified.  How dares he?

What does this fucking mean? 

A joke?

Is it a joke?

If it a joke then what’s the fucking point? It’s not fucking funny. It’s weird as hell and you can’t believe he came in the middle of the night, pretending to be Santa to leave you a fucking kidding present as if your miserable life needed that. 

And if it’s not then what the actual fuck? Does he think you’re that desperate? Does he have really no notion of boundaries?

Conveniently your phone lays centimetres away from the offending thing, you don’t even need to get up to grab it and therefore, you start looking furiously for his name in your recent call list. After only two rings as if he was just expecting your call, his bright hello reaches your ear. 

“What the actual fuck, Jeon?” He must hear the madness in your voice, both the anger and the hysteria. There’s a pause during which he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make a sound and you even check your screen to make sure he hasn’t hung up on you. 

“That’s- not- the reaction I expected.” He sounds sheepish. Mumbled words, lisped syllables, long pauses. 

“What did you expect?” You yell a bit, you can just picture him, dragging the phone out of earshot and winding, the same way you do when your mom who doesn’t get the concept of telephone screams in it each time she calls you. The realization hits you, that in your quiet little apartment, in this (for once) quiet morning, you are screeching like a banshee. You quiet down instantly, some of the anger soothed down by embarrassment. “Are you insane?” You whisper in his ear and comically, he starts whispering too, with the same alterations to his usually bright and open tone. 

“M’not. I just- you said that’s what you wanted so I got it for you.”

Now he’s making stuff up and blaming this insanity on you and that serves to raise a bit more the bar of anger -along with the loudness of your voice, “When have I ever said that I wanted a-“ You choke on your own saliva once your brain realizes that you’re supposed to say the word, out loud, to him. In an angry whisper, as if someone, your mother, for example, could be listening “fucking dildo!” You blush furiously at that and it’s ridiculous. Probably the reason why you didn’t own one in the first place and maybe shouldn’t yet. Because you’re a grown-ass woman of a quarter of a century, living alone and admittedly independent and responsible for your own existence, but you can’t even say the word “dildo” out loud to this asshole of a friend who apparently, and that’s new news, doesn’t have an issue talking about sex and everything related to it with you. 

“Y-you said-“ There’s a pregnant pause. You can’t know for sure since you’re not seeing him if he’s faking it or not but he sounds confused as hell. Like he genuinely doesn’t understand what’s wrong. Moron. “You said you wanted sex but not a boyfriend so I thought- it’s pretty much- it’s exactly what it is. Why are you so mad?”

The question in itself serves to drag you a little further over the edge. So much so, it clogs your brain with anguish and leaves you unable to give him an answer.

When he’s starting to talk again, maybe ask again his question, you just hung up, slamming your phone down on the carpet. 

You hear it vibrate to life twice before it shuts down completely. Good. At least he knows you well enough, still, to assume rightfully so that you won’t pick up his calls anymore. Not today.

You just have the time to pack the dildo back in its bag and inside its box, throw away your tea that tastes unbearably bitter and maniacally scrub your face in an attempt to get rid of the red patches that don’t want to fucking leave before the telling high beeps of your front door’s digital lock alert you. Your face is soaking in cold water, another attempt to cool it, your face and your troubled mind.

You mean to ignore him. Dipping your head further in the filled up sink, closing your eyes tight shut hoping somehow it’ll help you push aside the calls of your name better.

For a few seconds, it works. You can’t hear him anymore. You wonder if the furious pleas you were chanting in your head could have been loud enough to make the sound of the door slamming behind him as he would have left, completely quiet.

He’s such a try-hard. You hung up on him because he’s saying batshit crazy things and his first reflex is to barge in your house again. You really need to change your lock and not tell him. You can do that. You’re an adult and you have the right to your own fucking place. It’s not a fucking benevolent stay in, for fuck's sake. 

The cold water really seems to work. You feel better, light-headed, coming down after the earlier hysteria. And knowing that he’s left and won’t pursue this mess any further, for now, surely helps a lot. 

Except it doesn’t last for, as soon as your face leaves the water, your hands reaching clumsily for a towel that falls magically in them, one wipe at your eyes and your worst nightmare is standing right in front of you. 

“Fucking- Jungkook!” Burying your face back in the towel, drying your face as much as possible, maybe even trying for a second to suffocate yourself, you wish vainly that when you’ll take it off he would have disappeared.

He is still here though. Watching with dark eyes and a straight severe line replacing the cute button he owns for a mouth, he looks awfully serious for a guy that’s never really serious. Your towel ends up centimetres away from his face, he catches it right before it touches him. You hoped it would blind and confuse him momentarily, long enough for you to escape but of course, this guy would never miss a shot, even a surprise one. 

“Why are you like this?” He asks when you try and push him from the ribs, out of the door frame. You hate that you think about it. About his chest being so hard and warm and his fucking smell of sweat that you’d recognize amongst any others (pretty easily as any other makes you gag and this one, probably because you’re a primary animal guided by hormones, leaves you dizzy and wanting). He doesn’t budge until he decides to, mercilessly stepping aside to let you through. Because you’re an idiot, you don’t think and head for the living room and it’s only once you’re there, very aware of his steps following you, that the devilish object of your discord is right fucking there, obnoxiously sitting on the middle of your coffee table. You groan and squeeze your eyes tight.

What meditation technique, an extra effective one, could you use right now before you definitely lose it and throw yourself out the window?

Before you find one, you end up clinging to the opposite wall, forehead pressed to it, back to him, in a vain attempt to suppress yourself from the situation. You might look a little insane or at best, somehow on edge, but who cares at this point?

“Jungkook, if I don’t pick up your call, do you think I want to see your face?” 

“But why though?” His tone is still harsher than usual. You notice it and you notice you don’t hate it either. What a little bitch you are. If you like his usual self, with the bright smile, soft words, boisterous laugh, dainty manners, you can’t deny that this rougher version of him, genuinely pissed off as you’ve never seen him, tickles your fancy. You’re fucked. “Seriously these days you- you’re such-“

“I’m what?” You bark, swirling on your feet, expression distorted by an offence he hasn’t even made yet. You completed the sentence he’s never finished with terrible words that you’ve never heard him use talking about anyone: bitch, hysterical, cunt. 

“You’re trying to pick a fight with me all the fucking time, I don’t get it!”

Now you feel terrible. You’re still bothered by the raw edges of his tone, it’s literally sending electric shocks to your lower tummy. But his eyebrows have dropped and his fiery dark eyes have turned shiny and sad, your heart hurts in your bosom.

Ugh.

You’re such a bitch. 

“I’m sorry. I know I’m insufferable. I’m on my period. Sorry.” You send a mental apology to womanhood. You're just an idiot lacking imagination. 

Jungkook frowns, his eyebrows dancing in all kind of ways, before they settle for an, unfortunately for you, attractive finale, one straight down, one tilt up. He stares at you, dubious. 

“For three weeks. You’ve been on your period for three weeks.”

The first thing you take notes of is the fact that he dated it way shorter than you would have. Honestly, you found yourself becoming a weirdo with inappropriate feelings that reindeer you into an asshole for at least a month and a half. Before that, it was extremely tamed, totally under control. You’d just notice his handsome face and cute smiles and nice smell, thinking “oh yeah that’s right. He’s kinda attractive. How funny I never really noticed.” And slowly it progressed to not being able to handle him touching you without having something close to a panic attack.

The second thing you note is that he doesn’t believe you. His stare is insistent, turns a bit dark as he lingers, studying your own eyes with judgment in his. He’s frowning even more, looks down at the floor and sighs so deep, heartbreakingly so. He looks hurt that you’re lying and don’t want to share what's really been up with you. If only you could be a better liar. 

“It happens sometimes, all women are diff-“ 

He just sat down on your sofa, eyes fixed on the blue box. Before you can finish your sentence, he sends you a glare that awfully looks like a threat. You shut up. He doesn’t believe you anyway. He knows you and your periods (sort of) way too well. He knows you’re in pain the first day, you’re a bit tender on the following ones and he takes it upon himself to be gentler and not try to play WWE with you on those but you don’t turn into a mean dragon. This much he knows for sure. 

There’s something he’s seeking for within the box. He’s grabbed it, holds it now in between his fingertips, piercing virtual holes into it. It’s probably the answer he didn’t find in your eyes. 

It makes you flush furiously. Seeing his pretty hands with his long fingers touching it. Here’s the reason, he would have caught it on your cheeks if he wasn’t so busy looking for it elsewhere. 

“I really thought that- you’d like it.” He sounds so saddened. You’re caught off guard. Again. So this present wasn’t meant to be a joke. It is a genuine one. It makes sense that he’s hurt then. You’re shitting all over his gift but how could you not? How could he believe that you could just accept that for a random gift? Slowly he makes the top of the box slide up, pout sucked in in concentration, dimple out. Your heart seems to stop at that. He’s not going to take it out, is he?

He can’t take it in his hands.

You’ll die if he takes it in his hands. 

Fortunately, he just opens the box, looks at the satin bag, looks at it with a pained expression as if he feels bad for the thing, then closes it back. 

“The woman at the shop said that it’s one of the best ones, for starters.” He sulks like a child. Bottom lip all plumped out, shiny eyes under curved eyebrows.

Jungkook looks up at you, ultimate sad puppy look on.

“She said the size and the texture were perfect if you’ve never used one before. It wouldn’t be too... what was that again?” He asks aloud as if you’d know. And you’re mortified. On behalf of him. The concept that he’s not embarrassed right now and that he went to an actual shop, browsed through the shelves and asked an actual saleswoman for help is absolutely insane. Unbelievable if it were not for the sincerity he’s dipped in. “And I picked blue because I know you like this colour. It matches your planner, doesn’t it?” He adds as if he’s not sure when obviously he knows.

It is surprisingly very close in shade. And so what? He expected you to love it so much, take fucking aesthetic pictures with it and your planner sitting on your fake marble desktop, next to Diego the succulent? What an idiot. And for how fucking long did he talk to that woman?

Silence hangs heavy between you. You watch as he scowls some more, mumbles under his breath while staring with despair at the box.

Slowly, resolute to be the better friend you have not successfully been these past weeks (months), you leave your protecting wall. Taking a seat on the carpet, on the opposite side of the table, you do your best to ignore the blue patch invading the bottom of your vision and try to give him the softest expression you can come up with at this moment. 

“Why are you so butthurt?”

His curiously perfect round eyes raise in a swift motion, pouty lips agape in a silent little gasp. 

“Sorry.” You apologize before he even gets to respond because, maybe, you could try harder to be good and nice to him. 

“Because it’s a present.” He starts at a very slow pace. He pauses between words like he’s addressing a dim, dim brain. And he might be honestly. But he’s one to talk. How can he not see an issue? “That I’ve looked for and bought for you. That’s why I’m butthurt, what do you mean?” 

“But- since when are we buying each other-“ You need to grow up. There’s no one else but him hearing you and since your last conversation about it, when he too was embarrassed, he’s able to say it just fine apparently. Still, you whisper the following, “sex toys?”

“Since you turned twenty-five and said you were interested in it.” His right-hand raises from the box to start flapping the air and you know it means bad news. He’s upset. When he needs his hands to further accompany his speech, it means he’s a bit too taken by the conversation. And in this case, you don’t feel like it’s a good idea for him to be. “When you were fourteen and into Legos, I bought you a set of Legos.”

Hardly makes sense. 

“You’re just going to pretend it’s a random present?”

“It’s not random. I put thought into it.” His eyes are digging up intensively in your own. It might be desperation that leads you to remain still, allow him to look. Hopefully, he won’t dig deep enough to find stuff he shouldn’t. “Why do you hate it? I thought- I don’t know- you’re a- flourished single woman and-“

Flourished? Really? The words don’t come out of your mouth but he reads them on your face and an adorable smile cracks open the mask of gravity.

“Jungkook.” You owe him an effort. Maybe you should look into why it requires an act of inhuman courage for you to admit your shame. It might be because if he were anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by the present for five seconds because clearly, you’re still half of a fucking child but soon enough, you’d probably be enchanted by the thing. Who doesn’t need a good sex toy? You definitely do. You thought about getting one for a long while but never got to it for some reasons and here’s one offered to you (in a very pretty shade of baby blue).

The thing is you don’t think about anyone sexually except for him (and his friend Jimin, once in a while, just by curiosity because the guy is a very sexual being). If you don’t even consider them in this light, you don’t have to think about them using it, do you? But he’s all you think about, unfortunately. And you’re friends. And it feels like one step closer to your fantasy while simultaneously one step closer to betrayal. And he certainly is not offering you this wishing for you to keep close in mind the fact that this is his. His present. He knows about it. Maybe can think of you using it and liking it without any further implications. Because obviously, it’s not like that for him. “It's awkward. How can you not see that.”

“Is it? What is?”

“First of all, we don’t- we- don’t even talk about... it. And suddenly you’re buying me- this?”

“Yeah, I realized that too!” It’s too much enthusiasm. Eyes too big and hands not leaving the air. You can already guess his next sentence. It’s probably going to be a terrible suggestion. “I talk about sex all the time with the guys,” Your eyebrows jump to your hairline at that. You’re not even that surprised but the formulation could probably be fixed. “and you talk about it with your girls, right? But we’ve known each other the longest and we never talk about it. Isn’t it fucked up?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘fucked up’-”

“Well, I would. I am.”

“Don’t you- don’t you see that you’re a boy and coincidentally you can easily talk about it with the guys who happen to be boys and I am a girl, right? And I-“ Who would have thought? It took you fifteen years to finally be giving him the beginning of the talk about the birds and the bees. You would have given it to him sooner if you’d have known how far behind he’s been. 

“But what if I need girl advice-“

“I’m sure Jimin knows a whole lot about girls, Jeon.”

“From a girl point of view. Real girl advice.”

“Jungkook-“

“If I ask what the G spot exactly feels like, what-“

“Jungkook!” 

He’s amused, the fucker. He’s not as clueless as he sounds. But the crooked grin on his face is too telling. He might just be messing with you. Usually, when he’s just playing he wouldn’t insist so much, he wouldn’t take the conversation this far so surely, there are some genuine intentions. However, he's still having way too much fun.

With his frowned nose, and squinting shiny orbs and stupid bunny teeth. 

“You’re just embarrassed, aren’t you?” You might have terribly loud red streaks painting your cheeks that you try naively to cover with your hands. He can see it all and silently, he nods his head, looking like he’s reached the final touch of his experiment. “How? What happened to the teenage girl who spent her nights writing dirty stories about Harry Styles?”

Horror.

How the fuck-

“How the fuck do you know about that?”

“You showed me!” He defends, hands high above in the air like a soccer player claiming innocence. “You did! You don’t remember?” No, you don’t. But you can tell he’s not lying. Apparently, young you was quite the fearless bitch.

What happened indeed? 

Years happened. A growing sense of self-preservation along with them. Undesired feelings for an idiot with a bunny smile. An inappropriate sense of shame along with those. 

“Anyway. So it’s a bribe for girl advice?” You ask, chin pointing to the box. Jungkook looks down on it, drums his fingertips lightly on the top before he looks up, beaming. 

“Sort of.” Shrugging, he adds with a shifty eye that telltales a certain vulnerable sincerity. “I just wish for us to be able to share everything. Be comfortable like before.”

“Before what?” He stares for a long time, mouth shut. He then blinks the moment away and for the first time, you might believe ever, Jungkook looks like he might have a secret too. 

“Just before. Back in the days, I mean.” He simply explains. His attention is back on the stupid box. He’s staring at the rose on top of it. Fingers playing with the corner of it. 

“Back in your old days.”

“You’re older than me. So you really don’t want it?” Here he comes again with the sad puppy face. Why would it be breaking his dumb little heart to refuse a dildo from him? What kind of insane parallel universe is this? “Is it like a 'men are fine but little Jeon Jungkookie still has cooties so I can’t accept his present, it’s gross'?” 

“Something like that.”

“Oh.” Defeated, he sighs. Another one of those soul-harming sighs. “Fine. I’ll get it refunded and you’ll buy yourself something else with the money then.” 

Is he really going to make you do that?

As if the question is even to be raised. He can make you do anything. 

“No, Guk, sorry. It’s fine. Sorry.” You start, hands clasping over the box you drag your side of the table. The only way you can do it is if you don’t actively think about what’s inside. “I’ll keep it. Sorry.”

“So you kind of want it?” He is grinning from one ear to the other. You can feel him giddy and excited, kind of jumpy on his seat and really, you don’t see any difference with the excitement he portrays each time he gets you any kind of presents and you tell him that you like it. 

“I won’t use it.” It’s almost a threat. Eyes squinted in severe slits, index finger millimetres away from poking his eye. “It’s a gift so I won’t make you get a refund, that’s rude but- I won’t use it.” After a second of seemingly deep reflection, he breaks out in his loud, annoying boyish laughter. Eyes watery at the corners and hands clapping like a stupid seal. “I’m serious!”

“Sure.” He’s still cackling, the idiot. “But you should. The lady said it’s a best seller too.” 

“Great. I don’t care.” 

He has his eyebrows high, a twitch in his wide grin, and the amused black orbs. He doesn’t believe you one bit. “Course, you don’t.”

The idea that he sincerely expects you to use it might drive your delusional brain for a loop. He just wants to be the best gift-giver, the best Santa, and wants you to make good use of whatever he's got you. But how can he not consider that you could not use something like that, to pleasure yourself, when it’s directly related to him, your best friend? It’s weird as hell. It can’t be just weird to you. 

Unfortunately, there’s no one you can come up with the question to have them agree with you. You already know what the girls will say. They’re even worse than you when it comes to Jeon Jungkook and your ambiguous (on your side solely) friendship. They’ll say the ship is sailed and start buying themselves bridesmaid matching dresses.

They don’t understand. It’s not like they’ve grown up with someone like him. Someone rather simple, authentic and kind, so much so, so much more than most people, that it turns him complicated because so different from other humans you can meet. There’s nothing to be read in between the lines with him. It’s always lovingly honest, blatant, generous.

He doesn’t mean anything else behind the gift besides a “have a good one!”. 

And you didn’t mean anything else but the truth when you said you wouldn’t use it. 

At the moment, anyway, you meant it.

A/N: hoping it makes sense and is not too raw, edited it at midnight TT; may i manifest a sugar daddy that would pay me to stay home and write fanfiction for you guys all day :). i really hope you like it, and hope also that you can handle the secondhand embarrassement because even i struggled. let me know what you think of the series so far, sending everyone reading this an infinite amount of virtual kisses and hugs, take care of yourself, love yourself and others a lot, BYEE.

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[clarissalance]

Hints of something more

Albedo x fem!reader

Warning: Slight suggestive language at the end. 

Word count: 2k7

Summary: Apparently, visiting Albedo in Dragonspine has somehow opened a new door to your vague, no-label relationship. And Kaeya won’t stop teasing you about it.  

Before leaving for Dragonspine two days ago, Albedo told you to bring him some canvas, a few pencils and a paint set of watercolour. However, he failed to mention which brand and type of watercolour he wants you to bring. Is it a set of 24 colours? 48 colours or the 12 colours set? Furrow your eyebrows, you stared questioningly at the shelves, hesitating to pick one up. Knowing how picky Albedo is if it is not up to his standard. The man would refuse to touch the paint. 

What would he choose usually? You can’t seem to recall his watercolour preference. Funny how it is, he usually encourages you to follow your instinct. Human instinct is the best to study. He would say something like this out of nowhere. Sometimes they make a really questionable decision that I can’t decipher. Definitely one of his catch-on phrase. 

 Drilling holes on the shelves for too long is not the solution, so you finally choose the most expensive set of 48 watercolours in the store. You cross your fingers and hope that he doesn’t question your choice. There it goes for half of my salary. Far away, you can faintly see the outline of the money fairy waving at you, flying toward Celestia. I hope he will like this one. 

 Packing up the last few things inside your backpack, you prepare for the adventure to the Dragonspine to meet with the chalk prince. The bright sun on the blue canvas is almost halfway to the top. The weather would be lovely for a small picnic, too good to waste over climbing to Dragonspine. Dragging your body toward the front gate, you lazily hope to hitch someone carriage. It would be best to start early than arriving at the lab late.  

 The journey takes an hour by feet to walk from the city to the foot of Dragonspine and then takes another 2 hours to walk to Albedo’s lab on the mountain. It would be much faster if you can actually have combat fighting skill to head-on with the cryo mitachurl, but life is much a sadder reality. You don’t have a vision nor a combat skill to solo a whole camp of hilichurl. However, with your brain and your gifted survival (escaping) instinct, dodging a few camps and distracting a few of them isn’t very hard. 

 The weather in Dragonspine is much better than what you anticipated. The sky deep and clear, the veil of fog has thinned enough. The air is crisp, mist rises and slowly dissipates after each exhales. The sheer cold is as brutal and sharp knife-like as usual. You can’t understand how Albedo loves the weather in this place enough to set up a lab in here. A summer person like you refuses to set foot in this area unless for commissions and Albedo’s related purpose. Hnng, you are starting to regret coming here.  

There are a few more camps of hilichurl than usual on your way to the mountain, so you decide to take the longer route. At least meeting with a few Fatui is much more comforting than getting hit by an ice mitachurl shield. 

 By the time you get to the camp, the sun is standing proudly on the top. You get here an hour late, and much to your dismay, Albedo wasn’t in his lab. He is going out to look for more sample again. Heaving exhaustingly, you drop the heavy backpack thud on the ground. Scampering over the fire, you let out a satisfying at the charing fire. A pyro vision would be convenient to have in this weather. 

 With the sound of wood cracking under the desiring heat, the frost bearing breeze slowly finds its way into the camp, cooling the scorching radiation from the glowing fire. Warmth slowly crawls and sinks in on your dry skin, soothing the icy air. Exhausted, your eyelids slowly pull themselves over, threaten to extinguish your consciousness. A nap wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? You let out a long yawn, curl into a fetal position and use the bag as a pillow. Darkness comes within a second. 

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 You are woken up by the warmth on the hand caressing your cheek, running through your hair. The familiar smooth hand resting on your face doesn’t know you have woken up, the thumb fiddling with your soft skin. Nuzzle lovingly at the palm, you let out sigh contentment. The hand is big enough, gently and carefully tracing your face outline like it’s treasuring a gift. This familiar feeling tickles you like a feather. 

 Groggily, you peel your eyes open and greet with a stunning sight. Albedo is sitting next to you, the fluffy blond hair softly falls on the cheek, some being tucked under his ears. The teal eyes focus intently on the notebook in front of him, glimmering with interest and dedication, his long lashes fluttering like a butterfly wing on a flower petal. The golden diamond on his neck glimmers faintly under the flicker of light, stand out on his creamy white skin. His warm slender fingers still lightly touch your hair soothingly make you feel so relaxing. Letting out a satisfying purr, you press your plump lips on his wrist, successfully gets Albedo attention. 

 “ How long have you been up?” His soothing voice has never failed to calm your nerve. You yearn up a little bit, trying to peek at the notebook on his lap. It’s so far away, you can’t catch a glimpse from here. 

 “ A while.” You hum. “ Long enough to get drunken at your handsome features.” 

 His eyes widen a little bit, not expecting that coming out from your mouth. 

 At the corner of his eyes, he catches your cheeky grin. Beaming widely at him, you internally cringing at your cheesy remark. You don’t even know what gives you the courage to slip the embarrassing words. 

 Albedo smirks at your blatant flirt, his reaction opposite what you look for. He returns his attention back to the notebook. His eyes still remains a hint of amusement. You want to dig a hole and jump in it. 

Slowly rise up, you rub your eyes tiredly, and notice Albedo’s coat on your body. Did he put it on you? You glance at him curiously, trying to seek an explanation, but he remains quiet, focuses on the piece of paper. The sound of pencil rustling on the parchment eases you somehow, like waking up in a small cottage with your loved one. 

 “ What time is it? ” You let out a big yawn, voice thicks with sleep. His light coat somehow is warm. Maybe you should ask him where he got this. 

 “ It’s around 3.” Albedo mindlessly points out. “ You can sleep more. Put my coat on if you're cold.” He reminds.  

 “ I shouldn’t be sleeping longer. Let me help with your work so I can get back to Mondstadt on time.” You scratch your head, your body is numbing over the sheer cold. Throw on Albedo coat, you hope the thin layer can keep you warm a little bit longer. His coat smells like frost and Cecilia. Inside the pocket, you find a heating pack. Maybe this is what kept you warm when you were sleeping.  

  “ M almost finished.” The sound of paper rustling each time he turns a page. “I can accompany you back to the city.” 

 “ But I haven’t done anything?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, hands folding at your chest, trying to saviour some warmth. “You’re sure you finished?” 

 “ Yes, just a few more retouches, then we can go back.” Albedo nods, his eyes still glued on the piece of paper. Abruptly, he stops and looks up at you, waving his hand, signalling you to get closer. Obediently, you walk toward him. When you are an arm-length from him, the man gestures at the chair put closely next to him. He wants you to sit down?

 You sit down quietly, trying to take a look at the drawing he is working on. Hmm, is that you? Did he draw your sleeping form? On the paper is the portrait of you curl like a fetal, your long hair splaying on the floor. Each stroke of pencil depicts the gentleness you have in your face when you are sleeping. The drawing is mundane somehow, you feel comfortable and relax when looking at the piece. 

 Suddenly, you felt a warm hand slotting in your palm, elbow nudging yours. His slender digits are weaving tightly with your fingers, warmth tingling on the tips of your fingers. . Look up from the drawing, you see a tint of pink on his ears. So he can also get embarrassed. 

 “ You look cold.” He mumbles, eyes avoiding yours, his cheek flush furiously. “Sit closer.” You gladly shift closer, your hand and shoulder touching his. Albedo picks up the pencil and returns to his drawing. This time he turns to a new page, start to draw another specimen. Looking at the sketch, you guess he is trying to sketch the abandoned ruins. The comfortable silence envelopes the two of you. 

 Being so close to him, you can make out the whiff of fresh Cecilia and pine. Engulf by his coat and, now next sitting next to him, you are bathing under his signature scent. It would be nice if I could feel him more. Blushing at the thought, you try to push away those not-so-innocent thoughts. Obviously, he is trying to be a gentleman. You should be grateful, if not because of him, you're going to freeze to death.

 Albedo is much warmer than you, his body radiating heat like a furnace after a while. Silently, you pick up a book you left here last time on the table. Most of his books are either textbooks or ancient language book about the alchemist, which you think you are qualified enough to read. Waiting for him in silence is a form of torture if you don’t do something. Your attention removes from his body and to the novel on your hand. 

 After what feels like two hours, Albedo finally puts down his pencil and stretches. His long limb knocks your hand a few times, your knees bump with his. He let out a tired yawn, cracking his knuckles. 

 “Finished?” Your eyes still glue on the thick book. You hear him let out a hum, his hand remove to clean up the mess on the table. 

 “ What are you having for dinner?” Albedo casually asks, hand dusting the enormous amount of eraser dust on the paper before dumping them in the trash. His voice wavers a little, but you aren't sure why. 

 “Hash brown and cream stew. I have a brownie for dessert.” You notice Albedo never makes small conversation like this. He is the type who would get straight to the point or request. Perc up from the book, you are faced with his back at you. He is arranging the bookshelves.

 “Do… you want to join me for dinner? ” After it felt like a while, you finally break the silence, your voice laces with uncertainty. If you read the atmosphere wrong, it can cost you quite severely.  

 “Sure.” He shrugs nonchalantly, continues sorting the stacks of books on the ground. Somehow you can feel the tension in the air is lifted, and he seems more relaxed than before. 

 “These are some observations and speculations I made in the last few days in here.” The chief alchemist hands you a folder. 

 You flip through the files, they are mostly pictures and drawing of large camps of hilichurl. At the end of the file is a map marked with their locations. The Abyss Order's activity has increased rapidly in this month. Commissions have been sent out continuously, yet many of them haven’t been sorted out properly yet. It seems like the sheer cold of Dragonspine can't prevent their enthusiasm. On your ways here, you have met 4 more camps, hence the reason why you choose to be acquainted with the Fatui instead.

 “I will give this to the Adventurer Guild. Thank you for this.” You exhale, fingers rubbing your eyes tiredly. The next few days are going to be very busy. 

 “If you are done, then pack up. We are going back.” He announces, returns his attention to pile on the ground. Fold the corner of the page, close the book, prepare the pack-up for the leave. You can’t wait to leave this devastating sheer cold and return back to the realm of fog and wind. Shuffling through your backpack, you put the art supplies Albedo asked you to buy on the table neatly. You didn't take anything out, so no need for packing. Basically, you are done. 

 “ Let’s go back.” 

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On the way back, you both walk in silence. Most of the camps are cleared, barrels and boxes shatter into tiny pieces scatter on the ground. Seem like our dear traveller has their job quite well. The place is almost spotless, even with the Fatui camp. You are impressed with their productivity.  

 It takes less than 2 hours walking back from Dragonspine, now that your bag is lighter. Walking comfortably next to Albedo, your hands grazing past each other a few times. You watch the sunset etches widely on the blushing hues orange sky in Dragonspine can be so romantic. 

 Suddenly feeling so motivated, you gently slip your index into his palm. Albedo freezes but still complies, his fingers caught your hand, slowly interlocking yours. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, heating creeping up your cheek. Shutting your eyes, you mumble incoherently something about how unfair life is. 

 He let out a breathy snicker, with your fingers interlock, sharing the heat in the harsh weather. Look up the fading orange, slowly disappear behind the layer of thick snow, you blow out warm air, fog gathers and dissipates in the air. Sunset in Dragonspine can be arguably one of the best scenes in Mondstadt. 

    “I’m going back to my office to put this away.” When you arrive at the gate, Albedo decides to head to the HQ of the Knight of Favonius. He motions at the package in his hand. 

 “ See you later at dinner.” Nonchalantly, he plants a kiss on your cheek, hand ruffles your hair a little bit before head off in the opposite direction. 

 You stand there, still trying to comprehend what just happened a few seconds ago. The peck on your cheek is too short, too light, like feather brushes. He can’t do this to you. Your cheek is blazing with fire, and if not careful, a spark can ignite an explosion right here. You turn your head sideways, trying to saviour and recall the feeling of his lips. 

 “ Tch tch.” The sound is coming from the nearby alley, the click-clack of boots coming closer. You whirl your head toward that direction, just to realize the source of the sound is all-mighty Calvary Captain of the Knight of Favonius. 

 “ Love is really in the air.” He comments sarcastic, hand waving around to shoo away those imaginable ‘love’. 

 “ Living this long, I have never thought I would be able to see our Alchemist Chief giving someone a goodbye kiss.” Kaeya smugs at you, his deep blue eyes gleaming with mischief. Oh, you really can't wait to wipe his shit-eating grin off his face. 

 “Stop being a drama queen, Kaeya.” You shot back. “ He gave Klee one too, don’t treat this as such an abnormal supernatural act.” Internally, you have to say that Albedo giving affection is kind of a supernatural incident too. Kaeya eyes at you like you grow another head, shaking his head.  

 “ You know what I meant.” The captain shrugs, his voice ringing with a hint of smugness. 

 The man suddenly walks closer, his gloved hand pats your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Must have been really cold in Dragonspine for him to give you his coat.” He winks at you, his eyes slowly drag down your figure. You cautiously look down. Shit, you totally forget this. 

 “We have a meeting at 8 tomorrow at the HQ. Please tell him to not stay up too late.” The cryo user whistles teasingly, heading toward Angel Share, his hand waving in the air. Your face flushes furiously, smoke almost come off your burning face. Now you realize why people have been giving your pointed gazes when you first enter the gate. Damn it, Kaeya, it is not what you think it is.  

[theepisceswriter]

AOT characters (Reiner, Jean, Pieck, Erwin, Zeke) comforting a stressed out/overworked significant other headcanons

TW: Modern AU, suggestive themes (slight nsfw for Jean), vague drug mention (for Pieck, it’s just tweed), GN!reader, mostly fluff 

REINER BRAUN

Reiner knows exactly how it feels to be in your position, overworked and stressed out with the world on your shoulders, not a single positive thing in your mind, and no one seemingly noticed the heavy weight you’ve been carrying all of a sudden.

But he notices and that’s why at the first sign of you being in a sour mood he’s all over you immediately.

Well, not physically just yet. He doesn’t want to be a bother and feel like he’s being too overbearing, adding to the annoyance you must already be feeling from work, but he’s definitely keeping an eye on you from afar to monitor you as often as he can.

He’ll do little things like run some warm bath water for you, send you memes he knows will make you chuckle, bring water & fruit to you to make sure you’re nourished, and order your favorite takeout just to see you smile for once.

And when you’re ready to talk about it he’ll pull you into bed with him and press you against his soft pecks so you can feel comfortable while you lay there telling him what has you so stressed out.

JEAN KIRCHSTEIN

Jean can be a little insensitive to your emotions and just how heavy they weigh on you sometimes, not to mention that he’s always using comedy and his cockiness as a way to distract himself from his own emotions, so after complaining to him how stressed out you’ve been because of work he’ll hit you with the “You want some dick to help you feel better?”

Like yes, you do but some cuddles and words of reassurance would’ve been nice first 😭

It’s like everything you’ve said and been complaining about has went over your head, so of course you’re a little mad and might let something like “You’re such a jerk” slip out of your mouth 😕 it’s after that that he’s like “Okay, maybe I should’ve waited a little later to offer them some dick.”

He’s all over you in an instant; climbing on top of you and peppering your face and whole upper body with kisses, soft ‘m’sorry baby’s leaving his lip with each kiss. After about a minute of him doing that he’ll look up at you like, “I’m sorry for discarding your feelings like that. Can you forgive me? 🥺” pouty lips and all, and how can you possibly stay mad at a face like that!!

Of course, you take him up on his dicked down option soon after that. Playing a pillow princess/prince the whole night, Jean wanting to focus on you the whole night and rid you of any thought that isn’t his head between your legs.

PIECK FINGER

Modern!Pieck’s solution to everything would be a big fat blunt #sorrynotsorry. You don’t even have to be stressed out or overworked for her to come up to you and be like “You look like you need a blunt.” I live for stoner!Pieck.

You just being in her presence is enough to make you feel about your stress. She’s so carefree and relaxed 24/7 that it’s like she’s a natural relaxant for you and because of that she never has to worry about you too much whenever you’re in her presence.

Everything is all good when you’re around her. Nothing else matters but the blunt you’re going to smoke with her and the food you’re going to get afterwards because boy can Pieck out eat munchies. She’s such a sweetheart though, she’ll turn on some funny stoner movie to distract while she slips out the house to go get all of your favorite foods.

She’ll come back in the house with a bag from McDonald’s, tacos, a bag from Taco Bell, some drinks and treats from Starbucks, etc. Standing in front of you in the livingroom like “I also got you an ice cream but it looked too good while I was driving home so I accidentally ate it.” 🙈

The weed alone helped take your mind away from stress, so this just has you blushing and loving on your stoned girlfriend for the whole night. Grateful to have someone as sweet as her in your life.

ERWIN SMITH

Erwin knows that look of tiredness and exhaustion that plagues you every time you come in from work all too well. He’s been the victim of the negative side effects of nearly overworking himself to death to not notice them on you immediately. And he’s not going to let you succumb to them like he has on multiple occasions.

Like Reiner, he’s on you immediately but a lot more vocal and physical to voice his opinion on you overworking yourself. He flat out tells you one night “You need to take a break from all this work. It’s not doing you any good.” While forcibly removing you from your workstation by carrying you bridal style.

He ignores your pleas of wanting to be carried back to your desk and how “you’re doing just fine!” And lays you in your shared bed. Within minutes you’re sleeping like a newborn baby cuddled up into the covers and pillows, not stubborn enough to fight off how tired you truly were.

But that’s not enough for him, just one 2-hour nap isn’t enough for your body and mental health to recover, so every time he catches you working longer than needed he’s forcing you to put that pen and paper down and relax for once. Of course you’re stubborn and still try to work, what what does he do?

He contacts your job and requests some time off for you so you won’t have any excuses to be working for a good week or two. In this time he prepares things for the two of you to do together and spend some quality time with each other like actual date nights out, warm baths together, a vacation to a nice resort, and even a high end quality spa day to truly help you relax.

ZEKE JAEGER

I know we like to label Zeke Jaeger as a pretentious meanie, I know bully!Zeke really gets us all going.......but softie Zeke deserves some content too 🙈

Though he’s not too good at expressing his concern for others and has the littlest of ideas on how to reassure others ( *cough* thanks a lot Grisha *cough*) he would genuinely try with you!

After noticing a slight change in your demeanor and your excuses always being work related whenever he brought these observations up, it’s after his first time seeing you in a while with bags under your eyes that he’ll feel an obligation in his heart to make them, along with the stress you’re feeling, go away.

He’s very gentle and slow with his prodding. He’ll check up on you throughout the day through texts like “Hey, what are you up to right now?”, “You should probably take a break right now and go drink or eat something if you’ve been working for more than an hour” with some article that helps support his words, or and “Are you feeling alright? I’m free if you want some company.”

And you do want his company! You feel so bad for pushing your hairy bearded boyfriend away, so you finally invite him over and spill everything while he holds you in the middle of watching some shitty comedy on Netflix. He’ll tell you right off the bat that he’s not the best person to come to for reassurance and comfort, but him just trying is enough to make you feel better.