#al little bit of fluff never hurts

[suntoru]

✧˖°. PRINCESS TREATMENT ONLY!

summary: genshin men being huge simps and spoiling u every chance they get <3

feat. diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, scary mooch, xiao, thoma, ayatoe, al-haitham, kaveh

a/n: i swear i was working on the masterlist but the brainrot finally got to me hnghhhh

warnings: gn but feminine implications (ie. princess treatment, reader wears heels and makeup, passenger princess), simping for reader, maybe ooc? swearing, fluff, some are modern aus, maybe innuendos?

─ ✰ DILUC is the gentleman we all deserve in our lives. if it’s raining outside, he’ll make sure to protect you from the wetness! he makes sure you’re fully bundled up in his coat, and that when he’s walking you home, the umbrella is fully covering you. oh, his shoulder’s getting wet? that’s fine, a little bit of water never hurt anyone. but if it happens to you? all hell breaks loose. what if you get sick from the rain? are you feeling alright? do you need medicine? a doctor? and if you’re in a modern au, he’ll definitely let you be the passenger princess 🥰 you can take naps, eat snacks, and pick all the songs! you don’t ever have to worry about giving him directions, you can just do whatever you want. he even installs led lights in his car so you can take asthetic pictures <3 if you’re tired, don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine alone, take your beauty sleep :) he drives you anywhere you want, no questions asked! you want to go to his mansion? you’ll be there in ten. grocery store? sure. nail salon? he’ll even accompany you to get your nails done just so you won’t be alone, pays for everything too!

─ ✰ KAEYA is absolutely whipped for you. to most people, he’s the town flirt, and a drunkard, but to you, he’s the most caring and softest person you’ve ever met, even if it’s hidden under layers of hurt. if you go out drinking with him, and come back drunk, he’ll carry you bridal style back home. pressing your body closer to his, he makes sure to prop your head so your neck won’t get sore. and if you wear makeup, he won’t put in the low effort to wipe your face with a makeup wipe, he’ll do your whole skincare routine for you! first, he uses makeup remover to take everything off, then, gently, he massages the cleanser into your skin and washes it off. he applies your creams and serums, making sure to be as tender as possible, even if you whine that all you want to do is go to sleep. he soothes you, whispering that all he needs is ten more minutes to brush your teeth and get you changed so you’ll feel clean in the morning. and for the hangover in the morning? he makes you special soup and showers you himself so you don’t even have to lift a finger.

─ ✰ CHILDE loves spoiling you whenever he gets the chance to. other people might think it’s just another sugar baby dynamic, but in truth, it’s far from it. it’s a selfless love, not just based on materialistic items. but even then, he’s willing to sacrifice his time and money for you. you’re his baby and his top priority always, no matter what. are you hungry? well, get ready, because he just booked a reservation at the highest star restaurant in town! you’re having a bad day? no problem, he’ll send one of the lower ranking fatui members to do the dirty work and he’s coming home early! he’ll bring home a large bouquet of flowers and a cute stuffie to match. you need new clothes? he’s driving you to all your favourite stores on his card <3 his wallet is practically bottomless, so don’t be afraid to spend what you want! a couple thousand mora is nothing to him if he can see your frowning pout turn into the pretty smile he loves so much. he even carries all your bags for you without asking! he can’t have his darling getting tired after all :(( just as long as after you give him a smooch on the lips and an hour of cuddles, the only payment he’ll accept (´∀｀)♡

─ ✰ KAZUHA, even after years of being in a relationship, still finds ways to give you butterflies in your stomach. when you come back into your quiet home after a long night, too exhausted to take care of yourself, he leads you to a chair and sits you down. he ever so delicately unlaces your heels for you, taking his time doing so, but don’t worry! you won’t ever be bored. if the silence is too much, he’ll ask you how your day was, talk about his, and spill all the tea that happened on the crux. and if your feet are tender, he’ll massage them gently so they won’t be sore in the morning :(( he’s putting the utmost care and effort into whatever he’s doing for you, and that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. he still opens doors for you, dedicates hundreds, if not thousand of poems and haikus to you, and never fails to make you feel loved. he’d never forget an important date, even if you don’t mention it for months before! he always asks for your hand, and when you place it in his with a knowing smile, he gives you a fairytale-like kiss on the top, making sure to peck every little fingertip in the process.

─ ✰ SCARAMOUCHE never thought he’d bow down to anyone again in his lifetime. he’s trained every little bit of himself to be the most powerful, the strongest being he could so he’d never have to go through that humiliation. but yet here he is, tucking away his ego and pride, bending down on the ground for you. yes, he may grumble, telling you to hurry up, and that he doesn’t have all day, but the fact that he’s basically submitting to you speaks for itself. you taught him what love meant, healing, and promised that you’d never leave him, and for that, you have his eternal loyalty. as you climb on his back, he gently hooks your legs against his arms as he stabilizes both of you. the proximity of your face resting against his neck causes him to go up in flames, throwing his oversized hat on your head, telling you to hold on to it for him. but really he’s hoping the large structure obstructs his rosy cheeks. he does every little ‘embarrassing’ thing for you, from painting his nails barbie pink to being shrek for your matching halloween costumes. if his younger self were to look back at him, he simply wouldn’t believe it, but now, he wouldn’t even consider the possibility of even saying no to you.

─ ✰ XIAO never, ever, takes you adventuring with him, simply because he believes someone as precious as you shouldn’t risk getting hurt and scuffed up. so instead, he brings you little gifts that he sees while adventuring. a glaze lily, protective adepti charms, and almond tofu are all gifts that he’s brought to you before. he’s also much softer with you, never raising his voice and being cautious about his choice of words. if you ever get caught in a physical situation with him, automatically he moves to stand in front of you, one arm protectively circling your waist, pulling you closer to him. being xiao’s s/o, you also get special privileges. while he answers most who call his name, if you even utter his in a whisper, he’ll be there in a heartbeat, no matter if it’s an emergency or not. whether you called him to join your tea party, or if you are in the slightest bit of danger, he’ll be there. he also trusts you more than his logic, even if everyone else is against you. if you’re in a scuffle with other humans, he makes sure to hear both sides, but his heart already knows who’s right. whether there are 100 witnesses who all say you’re wrong, he’ll still believe you anyways.

─ ✰ THOMA is absolute malewife material, no questions asked. sometimes, if he’s not busy in the mornings, he’ll surprise you with breakfast in bed without a special occasion. he’ll peck your cheek and give you a soft ‘good morning’ as to not break the sleepy trance you’re in, carefully placing the tray onto the nearest nightstand. whenever he’s around, he does all your chores too, from washing the dishes, to dusting the house and sweeping the floors. you wom’t even have to lift a finger, he goes as far to make lunch too! since he’s not home by then, usually somewhere in the kamisato estate, he leaves handwritten sticky notes on each lunch box he gives you. he fills them with messages like, “the perfume you wore smells good today!” “your smile is blinding, my ray of sunshine” or “you’re gorgeous always, my lovely.” never once is a message repeated, he believes someone as special as you deserves to hear something unique each day. he even goes as far to make your food cute! he’s made panda shaped onigiri’s, cat-like dango’s… all because you asked him once, it’s become a tradition now.

─ ✰ AYATO never leaves you bored when he goes to one of his meetings. his maids set up a spa day, complete with a makeover and evening gown to go with it, but it’s just not the same without your husband :( thankfully, being the significant other of the head of the yashiro commission has its own perks. for instance, you can walk around like you own the place and join in on in his meetings, albeit later you might get punished by ayato for interrupting, but really, he doesn’t mind. seated on his lap, you play with his fingers and let out a quiet huff. why did you think this was a good idea again? what they’re talking about is so boring, you’re beginning to regret your desicion to join ayato, wishing to be soaking in the tub with a face mask again. thankfully, shortly after, he cuts the conference short, apologizing and telling them he has more pressing matters to attend to. you lead him straight home holding his hand, giddy that he’ll join another one of your salon days. he makes sure to pamper you, giving you a massage and washing your hair for you, praising you for being so patient, even if you were the reason the meeting ended early.

─ ✰ AL-HAITHAM, i headcanon, thinks he’s being subtle with putting up with your shenanigans, but he couldn’t be farther off. he might seem indifferent on the outside, but he cares much more than you might think. can’t sleep? just wake him up at 3am, he’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito and read to you until you fall asleep! just got your nails done? he’ll carry all of your books, what else would he need his giant man boobs muscles for? he revolves around you, as if you are the sun and he the earth. and god forbid if you’re ever mad at him, his whole life comes tumbling down. although if you can’t see it in his facial expression, all of his rationality goes flying out the window. he’s snappier than usual, getting annoyed at the littlest of inconveniences. even if you’re in the wrong, he’ll still apologize first, he just wants you to start talking to him again 😢 if you have conditions to making up, he follows them all to the tee. give you one kiss for every hour he’s made you upset? done. buy you the newest line of makeup or skincare? absolutely. cook dinner for the next two weeks? he already does that.

─ ✰ KAVEH is placed 1st on the list of simps. just pout your lips and whimper a “pretty please?”, he’s down bad. he lets you braid, curl, and play with his hair whenever you want, even if it was already styled in the beginning. he lets you steal all of his clothes, who cares if he’s worn the same thing five times in the past week? you look so adorable in his white shirt, he can’t complain. oh, and if you don’t like his style? he’ll let you pick out his clothes and style him yourself, he’ll stand there patiently for you like a mannequin <3 technically it’s not allowed, but he shows you all of his top secret projects and all the cool things he’s doing, you’re the only one allowed in his office! oh, what’s this? you want him to do your makeup? just give him a week, he’ll perfect cat eyeliner, lip liner and blending eyeshadow colors for you! after you’re done, he lets you do his makeup too, praising you for your talent. even if the blush is patchy, foundation cakey and lip gloss smudged, he still thanks you endlessly with unlimited cuddles and a new handbag matching his briefcase!

©hawkssimpsblog 2023.

[bellawoso]

How You Get The Girl

Alexia putellas x fem!reader

(Featuring Alexia in denial and Mapi’s devil antics)

This was not how Alexia was expecting her weekend to go.

She was supposed to be having a weekend trip to Mallorca with her closest long-time friend, Jenni. As much as it pained Alexia to leave her 4 legged companion behind, she knew she would also have an even harder time leaving her at a hotel when her and Jenni went to some bars, as Jenni said ‘to find someone to spice up her life a bit’.

Mapi was definitely not her first choice on who to leave Nala with, however with most of the team using their break to travel back to their families, it left only Mapi and Ingrid to look after her Pomeranian.

However, after receiving a frantic phone call from Mapi, with the few words she managed to make out due to the defender’s worry laced voice being: Nala, Cake, Vets.

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Alexia rushed onto the next flight and was at the vets in around 2 hours, to find Mapi still in the waiting room clutching her beloved dog, and Alexia was quick to snatch Nala from her.

It took everything in Alexia’s power to not start cursing Mapi out for her carelessness, but as she gave in and threw a snide remark at the defender, it was interupted by the receptionist.

“Nala is ready to be seen”

Alexia rushed to the door with Nala in her arms, and Mapi trailing behind. They were shown into the room, and Alexia walked straight into someone quite a bit shorter than her, this combined with the fact she is a professional footballer who keeps on top of her strength training resulted in her basically knocking this person over.

“¡Lo siento, lo siento!”, She said whilst keeping her eyes on Nala to check she wasnt hurt even more by her collision.

As Alexia looked up at the person she had crashed into, she was met with arguably the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Only to be met with a shove from her best friend, was when Alexia realised she had been staring.

“Alexia stop ogling the poor woman and apologise”

“I did!” countered the midfielder.

“Maybe in English would be smarter? So that she actually understands you!”

At the realisation that you had absolutely no idea what ‘lo siento’ meant, Alexia’s cheeks flushed crimson red, which recieved one of Mapi’s infamous snorts of laughter behind her.

Alexia honestly had no idea what was happening to her. She knows that your pretty, but she had seen other pretty girls before, why did you make her feel like this?

“Hello, I will be Nala’s vet for today, i will just go grab her records from reception, wont be a minute!” you said with a soft smile.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, Mapi burst iut laughing.

“Ale, as much as i love you, you were embarrassing there! If this is how you act around girls, no wonder you have never had a serious relationship”

“Shut up! I am not attracted to her, she makes me feel like i want to throw up!”

“Honey, thats called butterflies in your stomach! pretty cliché if you ask me, but I didnt realise you were such a romantic!” Mapi retorted, still laughing.

“I’m not a romantic. I’m not into her. I just want her to treat my dog, and then i can go play football after”

“Wait until i tell the team about this! The scary la reina, reduced to a blushing mess by a cute vet who she body slammed and then spent a minute ogling her, all because she has a little crush”

Before Alexia could respond with a threat of using her captain title to punish Mapi with tunning laps, the door clicked open to reveal you rushing back in.

Nala, who usually was very timid and barked at anyone who got near her, immediately jumped off of Alexia’s lap and ran straight up to you and jumped at your legs, to which you responded by picking her up and gushing over the cute little ball of fluff.

Alexia knew that if she wasnt already sat down her knees would have buckled at the sight of her dog basically confirming the fact that you were perfect for her. As Alexia contined to daydream about you, she was interupted by a hand clicking in her face, to which she turned to glare at Mapi’s toothy grin.

“Te distrajiste, el lindo vert estaba tratando de preguntarte sobre Nala. (You zoned out, the cute vet was trying to ask you about Nala)” Mapi said with a knowing smirk.

“¡Callarse la boca! y deja de llamarla linda. (Shut up! and stop calling her cute”

“¿Celosa? (jealous?)”

“Nunca. (never)”

However, when the two spaniards turned to face you, they were met by your dumbfounded face trying to decipher a word of what they just said. Although you had been taking Spanish classes since you moved to Spain, both Alexia and Mapi spoke the languge with too heavy of an accent and too fast for you to understand.

“So you filled out your form saying Nala ate a full chocolate cake?” You asked.

“¡Si! Yes! Will she be okay?” Alexia responded worriedly.

“Honestly this happens a lot, and there is no point her having ang unnecessary procedures, so we usually reccomend her take these tablets twice a day for a week and if you notice any unusual behaviour, bring her back here. I will write you a prescription for it now!”

“Ah okay thankyou, do I scedule an appointment for after she finishes the pills for a checkup?”

“No, the pills are enough, no checkup” You say with a smile.

As Alexia now realised that she would probably not see you again for a while, she slumped back in her seat and a new frown sat predominantly on her face.

Upon Mapi seeing this, she immediately felt an impulsive urge to assist one of her closest friends in her crush dilemma situation.

So Mapi did what she did best.

“My friend thinks your hot and wants your number now”

At hearing this you blushed bright red and Alexia smacked Mapi round the head.

“Excuse my friend! She can be very blunt… and stupid” Alexia said as Mapi emits an offended gasp, “As I would have politely asked you at the end, could I please have your number, as I think your very beautiful”

You are still sat there in absolute shock, you knew who these two people were, Alexia Putellas and Mapi Leon. Two world famous Spanish and Barcelona football players, you couldn’t help but wonder what the two time balon d’or winner wanted with your number.

Unfortunately, Alexia mistook your shock for rejection.

“I’m sorry, I have made it awkward, it’s okay that you dont feel comfortable giving me your number” Alexia suddenly stood up to leave, and pulled Mapi up with her “Thankyou for your help, goodbye”

The spaniard quickly took the prescription from your desk and rushed out with Nala in her arms, and urging Mapi to follow her, who felt slightly bad for embarrassing her friend like that.

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Alexia quicky rushed back down the corridor to the receptionist desk, wanting to get Nala’s prescription, and get out of the stupid vets as soon as possible, probably as she knew to return to her house and cry at the embarrassment she had suffered today.

The midfielder was about to hand over the prescription to the receptionist, but Mapi’s eyes caught a glimpse of something on the back of the paper.

“Alexia stop!”

Alexia turned to glare at the defender, “What now?” She said followed by an exasperated sigh.

“The paper!”

At this, Alexia turned over the paper, and couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips, as there was your number hastily scribbled down with a note: -call me

As she noted down the number into her contacts, she realised, she hadn’t even asked for your name.

Alexia turned to the receptionist, and asked, “Who was the vet that just saw us?”

“Y/n, she’s sweet, just moved here from London recently!”

“Thankyou” Alexia replied, as the receptionist grabbed the pills, Alexia put down your name into her contacts and sent you a quick message.

- Hey! It’s Alexia, from the clinic, I wasn’t lying when i told you i thought you were beautiful and I would love to take you on a date sometime?

[lazycats-stuff]

I'd like to request batfam x male reader, who crotchets a lot. He has some medical issues, so he doesn't go on patrol, he helps out with information gathering though.

When Damian got added to the strays, the reader tried being a good older brother, and he crochets him a little stuffed animal for him as a welcome gift. Everyone in the family has one, even Alfred. Let's say, Damian had a bad day, and coincidentally the reader just finished the crochet animal and goes to his room to give it to Damian. Damian snaps and destroys the stuffed animal in front of the reader, also saying some pretty hurtful stuff. The reader cries because it took a lot of time to male it. You can end it however you want

Take your time <3

Sure. Oh Damian is so dead. Nobody messes with (Y/N).

Summary: Damian messes with the wrong brother.

Warnings: angst, fluff, reader is a sweetheart, everyone loves the reader, unspecified medical problems...

(Y/N) sometimes envied his brothers. If it weren't for his medical problems, he would have been out and running, fighting crimes. But he was still happy with his position as Oracle number two, helping Alfred out when it came to patrol and information gathering.

" Can I get you some more tea, master (Y/N)? " Alfred asked him, standing up.

" Please do. " (Y/N) said, giving Alfred his favorite mug.

(Y/N) turned his head back to the computer, rubbing his eyes. He yawned, putting his hand over his mouth.

" Tired? " Alfred asked as he poured some tea.

" A little bit. " (Y/N) answered.

" Guys, we need access to GCPD data base. " Bruce said through the comms.

" You have an access to it, why do we have to? " (Y/N) asked, confused. Alfred came back with tea, also confused.

" Something is jamming the access. " Bruce explained further. (Y/N) put the tea aside, trying to get into the said database.

" Hmm. Something is happening with the network. It's down... " (Y/N) said, confused.

" I would go to GCPD and check it out. " (Y/N) said, taking his tea.

" Alright, will do. "

With that, it was quiet and they knew that this was in one way or another it for the night. (Y/N) glanced at the crocheted bat he made for Bruce.

(Y/N) had a little bit of tradition for everybody. He makes little stuffed animals. Every single member has one, even Alfred. He would make it for everyone who would come into the family, just to feel welcome.

And it did work. It made all of them feel nice and welcoming. And it made them like (Y/N) and it made everyone more protective of (Y/N). Jason took the number one spot at the amount of protectiveness he had for (Y/N).

Everything changed when Bruce announced he had a biological son. With Talia al Ghul. (Y/N) didn't know what to think about it. Bruce was always saying to use protection, so how did it happen? As a playboy, you are supposed to be a careful person when it comes to sex.

" I'm sorry, how did Damian happen? You are usually the one telling us to watch ourselves, you know, use protection amongst other things. " (Y/N) asked, taking a sip of his tea.

" Talia spiked my drink. " Bruce said, making Jason snort. (Y/N) smacked him on the arm.

" I'm sorry, but how didn't you notice it? " Jason questioned, trying not to lose control again.

" Jason not now. Damian is in the cave, Alfred is going to bring him up. Please be nice. " Bruce said, sighing as he heard Alfred coming.

Everyone turned their heads to see Alfred walking in with a small boy with green eyes and who eerily looked like Bruce at that age. (Y/N) knew because he saw the pictures once. Alfred showed him the photos.

" Everyone, this is master Damian. Master Damian these are master Jason, master (Y/N), master Tim and master Dick. " Alfred introduced Damian to everyone.

Damian didn't say anything, instead he turned back to Alfred to ask him to show him his room.

" I don't know about you, but this is going to be interesting. " Jason said to (Y/N).

" I think he just needs to adjust. It's never easy to come somewhere new. " (Y/N) replied, taking another sip of his tea.

" Will he get a stuffed animal too? " Jason asked, standing up.

" Yup. It's a tradition here so... " (Y/N) said, trailing off.

" If you say so. " Jason said, watching as (Y/N) took last sips of his tea before putting the mug into the sink.

" Any chance I can ask you to help me with a case? " Jason tried as they were going to their rooms.

" Nope. I need my sleep. " (Y/N) said, opening his bedroom door.

" You are mean. " Jason said, chuckling. " Good night. "

" Good night Jay. "

It has been a couple of weeks and (Y/N) finally finished up his stuffed animal for Damian. He made a Robin stuffed animal in his colors. Well, the suits color. Green and red with a R to symbolize the Robin. He was happy with his creation and was now actively looking for Damian.

What (Y/N) didn't know however, was the fact that Damian had a very bad day. To put it bluntly, everything went to shit. Absolutely everything that Damian had planned went to shit. Absolutely everything and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it.

Coincidently, (Y/N) decided to gift the stuffed animal to Damian. He knocked on Damian's door, entering after hearing a harsh what. (Y/N) entered the room, holding his bird in his hands.

" So, we have a tradition here where I make newcomers stuffed animals. So here is yours. "

" I don't need that right now! And I don't need something from someone so worthless to the family! " He yelled grabbing the stuffed bird, ripping it apart.

(Y/N) was heartbroken. He slowly stepped out, closing the door before he started crying in the hall.

" (Y/N), what's wrong?! " Jason asked, confused. He just came from the dining room and seeing his favorite brother sad was something that should be illegal. (Y/N) shook his head, running to his room and slamming the door shut.

Jason scowled, wondering what made (Y/N) upset. Well, who made him upset... He looked at Damian's door and went there. He opened the door and his eyes feel down onto the remains of (Y/N)'s stuffed animal. He looked up at Damian before he jumped at him.

The two started fighting. Jason was blinded with anger and rage, punching wherever he could. Bruce heard the commotion and when he saw what was happening, he had to tear Jason off of Damian.

It was difficult to separate them, but once he did, he was pissed. Beyond angry.

" WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?! " Bruce yelled, mad now.

" He took (Y/N)'s animal and tore it apart! He is heartbroken! You didn't saw him when he started crying! " Jason yelled back, face bloody. The kid can definitely punch.

" Out. I will talk to Damian. " Bruce said calmly. Jason wiped his nose, going straight to the bathroom in his room to clean it up.

He can't allow his brother to see him bloody. He really can't. He washed his face and once he made sure that he has stopped the bleeding, he went to (Y/N)'s room. He opened the door and his heart broke.

(Y/N) was still crying on the bed, curled into a fetal position.

" Oh (Y/N)... Come here. " Jason said softly. (Y/N) sniffed and turned to face Jason. Jason sat down on the edge. (Y/N) moved closer and put his head in Jason's lap.

" Why did he do that? I just tried to be nice... " (Y/N) asked and Jason gently scratched (Y/N)'s scalp.

" I know that. Damian is just Damian... " Jason said, knowing that (Y/N) doesn't like when they are talking negatively about Damian. Or any of them.

Jason stayed like that for a couple of hours and (Y/N) fell asleep during that. Jason didn't mind, but he had to move. He gently put (Y/N)'s head on a pillow. He covered him and left the room.

He didn't expect to see Damian in the hall.

" What do you want? " Jason asked quietly, not to disturb (Y/N).

" I wanted to... Apologize. "

" Did Bruce make you do that? " Jason said, not believing a single word that came out of Damian's mouth.

" No. I just had a bad day and I let it out on the wrong person. " Damian said, meaning every word of it.

" Well, don't wake him up now. You know, everyone has a stuffed animal made by (Y/N). Even Alfred. " Jason said. " Bruce has one near the Batcomputer and sometimes takes it with him somewhere important. He took it to outer space once. " Jason wasn't sure why he was telling that to Damian, but it felt important that he knows. " Again, don't wake him up. " Jason said, leaving Damian.

Damian had no plans on doing it.

[izvmimi]

cw: set in both past and present. goofy but a bit of fluff. reader has a specified quirk. suggestive near the end.

Concentrate. Stop being impatient. You’re applying too little power, you won’t heal anything like that; you’re applying too much power, you’ll kill them! Slow down. Move more quickly, the sick and injured will keep coming. 

You bite your lip and pull your backpack closer to yourself as you think back to today’s lesson, both mentally and physically exhausted from the day before you. These internships are meant to push the limits of your Quirks, and you can imagine that all of your classmates are just as tired as you, but it’s hard for you to reconcile the fact that an old lady who keeps candy in her purse and smooches indiscriminately to heal injuries should be such a hardass to you. 

The tips of your fingers still tingle with the aftermath of transferring so much electricity towards them. Today, she had you try to practice transferring all of your energy from your toes to the palms of your hand and back, consecutively, and you still feel wobbly on your feet as you make your way home. It’s dark now and you’re a little lonely walking home alone, but your thoughts will keep your company as you walk through the streets. 

Joining the hero class late, you simply have to work harder, that’s all there is to it, you think. You don’t have the flashy quirks your peers do, no extreme power without blowback, no endless ice or fire or weapons, no explosions or gravity manipulation, no animals to come to your aid or ability to disappear and slip away. 

You have to be creative with your Quirk as best you can if you want to be of any use. 

You’re about 15 minutes away from your home by now and check your cell phone. There are messages from Momo where she’s trying her hardest to convince you that there’s some utility in makeup commercials for the greatest good, and you try to placate her as best you can as the good friend you are. Your friend from the support course has also sent you a wide-eyed orange cat emoji with the aim to check in since you’ve been quiet and you smile and send a signal that you’re alive with a tongue out emoji. You look at your screen for a few more seconds and don’t get an immediate reply but smile to yourself anyway before slipping your phone in your pocket.

As you turn past an alleyway, the sudden crashing sound of trash cans and body weight against concrete startles you enough that you jump. You have a few seconds to decide if you want to see what’s happening before you convince yourself it’s an animal, but you hear a groan, and before you can make it around the alleyway, there’s yet another thud. 

When you turn the corner, you’re surprised to see Midoriya, face smashed into the wall, nearly ten feet in the air. He falls too fast for you to reach him to try to break his fall, but it’s broken by a load of bundled trash, possibly more than you’ve ever seen not disposed of in your entire life. Dumbfounded, you watch him frown but he doesn’t seem hurt too badly (at least, not as badly as you’ve seen him self-inflict before) and he barely even realizes you’re there, before he’s back to his feet again, staring at the wall pensively, eyebrows knit together as he’s lost in thought. 

He’s in his hero suit, and you wonder how long he’s been out here. Feet pressed against the pavement again, he bends his knees and you see sparks fly before he’s about to jump again, and before he can move…

“Uh… Midoriya? What are you doing?” you finally announce yourself and he freezes still like a statue.

The sparks stop immediately as he turns to you, and his face is redder than a strawberry, jaw slack.

“Oh! Oh my God! I.. uh…”

You blink. Midoriya is always somewhat skittish around you, and you do admit that it’s probably because you’ve been prone to mess with him and give him nicknames, but you’ve never harbored any ill will against it. In fact, there’s a sort of fondness you have towards him, ever since the sports festival. He always manages to surprise you with his resourcefulness even if he’s the polar opposite of you ability-wise - all power, no self preservation.

Still, this isn’t the type of surprise you anticipated. 

Midoriya is still staring at you, mouth agape as he tries to come up with an explanation, not having realized that you’re no longer interested in whatever strangeness he imparts to you as long as he’s okay. All you can think about now is the fact that your head has started to pound, so watching him smash his face into the wall a second time might be the least of your concerns.

But you have to be curious in some way if you’re still standing here at 9 pm on a weekday.

“I-I’m trying to figure out my Quirk…” Izuku says through nervous laughter. You nod slowly, looking at and around him.

“Looking for the light in a dark alley, I see,” you murmur. He doesn’t laugh, instead grimacing. You scrunch your nose a bit at the smell, inescapable, trying to be kind enough not to say a word about it. “It’s super late,” you murmur, then tilt your head. “Are you going to go home soon?”

Maybe walking home with a classmate might be nice, it occurs to you.

Izuku’s green eyes light up for just a moment, then he frowns. 

“I can’t-” he sees you pout before you even realize you are doing so, “-but I can next time! I just have to…” his voice falters as you shift your weight from one side to another then shrug your shoulders. 

“No big deal.”

You turn on your heels, a little slighted but fine. He’s nice to talk to sometimes but you could call your mom or another friend perhaps for company. Izuku is annoying anyway, he’ll probably find a way to aggravate you before you make it home and you’ll regret even running into him. Perhaps.

“I’ll see you around then,” you offer, waving impassively behind you as you walk away.

“B-be safe!” he calls out as you take your first steps away, and you keep walking, the sparks of electricity he generates again as he goes back to whatever desperate move he’s working out putting the hairs of your neck slightly on edge, light catching your peripheral vision.

You turn to him, and take the scene in again. The boy with the Quirk that grants incredible power with a blowback he still can’t withstand. Perhaps truly, he’s not the opposite of you, but complementary. 

He has a look of determination to him, you note, as he squats slightly, then leaps again, soaring high to the point that it’s almost graceful -  but then he hits the wall once more. He tumbles again into bagged trash, and you sigh. 

You’re exhausted but not so exhausted that you can’t help.

“Midoriya, don’t jump again.”

As his head snaps back in your direction, he seems shocked that you’re still there and you wonder how he has such singular focus. Before he can react to you, you end up palming his entire face, pulsing the rest of your energy reserves quickly into the bruised tissues before retracting your arm.

Izuku’s eyes are wide when he looks at you, but you can tell you’ve succeeded because the redness and tiny scrapes on his face have already started to disappear, even if you can’t do anything about his bleeding nose.

You should have thought about this, you think as you wipe your hands on the side of your pants.

“T-thank you,” he mutters. 

You offer him a smile. Either way it’s a form of training.

“Of course. See you around, dino nuggets.”

—

“You know, that was the first time you healed me, ever.”

Izuku remembers that night so many years ago slightly differently than you do, it seems. He remembers being less uninterested in your presence than you impart to him as you recount it, and tells you his heart thumped so fast with embarrassment the moment he saw you he might as well have been having a heart attack, and focusing on his goal of figuring out OFA was the only thing that kept him from dying of mortification on the spot. Your crush finding you crashing into a wall then garbage repeatedly at nighttime in a dark alley isn’t exactly a chivalrous look, and looking so pitiful he earned an unsolicited heal wasn’t exactly the way he tried to woo you.

But all’s well that ends well, no?

You giggle, letting small pulses of your bioelectricity relax the muscles in his back with pinpoint precision. Your fingertips continue to dance gently along his skin until the tension dissipates completely, and he lets out a satisfied sigh as they move gently to his neck, then tap gently at his scalp. 

“I probably could have been just a little more respectful of your dignity, but I think even back then I was trying very hard to suppress any positive feelings for you,” you admit. There’s no point in pretending now that your tender relationship is clearer than crystal, blatant for the world to see.

“And how did that work out for you?” he retorts as your hands run through his hair lovingly. 

You smile to yourself, letting your torso press gently against his back. Izuku’s laying on his belly and you were straddling him prior to this, having decided to bless him with a special back massage as a treat. Your husband always does his best, and doing his best has taken a lot out of him in the past few recent days, so this is the least you can offer him and you’re glad to do so. Both of you have grown stronger, smarter, and better at using your Quirks for yourselves, for society and for each other. It’s only natural that you’ve learned a trick or two.

“Terrible,” you answer.

You smile as your face presses against his upper back, letting your hands run along the length of his arms, more soft pulses of electricity passing through his skin. He shudders against your body and your heart practically sings with affection. 

“Terrible?” he tries to sound annoyed but his voice comes out higher than usual, riddled with relief.

“Yeah, I had no intention to fall in love with you. A huge fail on my part, actually.”

He chuckles.

“I guess it’s true that there’s a lot to gain from failure then.”

You hate and love that he’s always so good at redirecting and softening any of your playful resistance. Your hands tighten gently around his wrists.

“Are you mocking me, Izuku?”

His laughter rumbles through his larger body, the vibration running through all parts of you as you stay pressed together.

“Maybe,” he replies, coyly. 

“You know, in this position, I could make sure you never get up again,” you say in a honeyed voice. “You have a vested interest in being nice to me,” you tease.

Izuku moves a little too fast for you to keep up at times, and this is one of those times. Before you realize, your positions have switched, and now he’s on top of you, so close his forehead is pressed to yours.

He kisses just above your eyebrows, your eyes closing automatically.

“I’m always nice to you,” he reminds you, his voice soft.

You smile as they open again and you look at him. He’s far from the awkward try-hard boy he once was, and you’re far from the sometimes standoffish, other times overly yet hesitantly invested girl you once were.

You’re invested in him with full intention, just as he’s invested in you.

“You’re right. Thank you for being so good to me,” you reply softly.

And you’ll always be good to him.

[deusfoundry]

on bare and freckled skin — bakugo katsuki

summary. bakugo enjoys every kiss you share.

word count. 1.4k

tags. pro hero au. domestic fluff. kissing like a lot. insanely soft. not a lot of dialogue so um be warned ig.

warnings. allusions to sex but nothing too explicit. a tad cheesy but when are my fics not. might be a tiny bit ooc um ... i also didn't really know where i was going w this LMFAOAJKFH not proofread!!!

a/n. i started mha last week and now im obsessed w bakugo i feel insane .. please enjoy

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Bakugo enjoys every kiss you share.

He adores the kisses you give him on his cheek.

The ones where you have to stand on your tip toes and he has to lean down, angling his cheek expectantly. Your lips land on his skin to give him a peck. The kiss is delicate and feather-like, as if all you did was brush over his cheeks with the strawberry waffles he cooked for breakfast and the coffee you brewed. He feels the smile on your lips and the way you breathe him in. Inhaling every inch until he's sure that all of him resides in you.

In your soul and under your care.

And it's what gives him the push he needs to head out. The reminder that there's something soft waiting for him after a day of hero-work.

But it leaves him craving for more. There's a fire that flickers over deep wanting, and he knows it can only be satiated by your lips on his.

So he enjoys the one that he gives you right after more. The one he steals from you when you're under the impression that he's already leaving. He doesn't know why you still yelp when he does it every morning without fail, but he swallows the sound and deepens the kiss nonetheless. 

His hand starts wide on your upper back, fingers splayed out as they slide down until they find purchase on your waist. He presses on your skin through the fabric of his shirt that hangs on your frame. The neckline settles on the edge of your shoulder. He knows you stole this one again, probably rummaged through his dresser last night. But he doesn't mind. Not when it'll always smell a little bit like you after you've worn it.

He pulls at the hem of the shirt just enough to slip his hand under the fabric. Your skin is like velvet under the rough pads of his fingers. Under palms hardened by years of training.

But his touch is only soft for you. Firm, yes, because his eagerness gets the better of him and he wants to feel all of you so badly, but never to the point of hurting you. Never enough to bring any pain.

He moves away from your lips, reluctantly, but lingers on the very edge where he plants a final kiss before he opens the door and goes to work.

He chuckles to himself at the state he's left you, mouth agape and ears burning red.

--

He finds that your kisses right when he walks through the door of your apartment is enough to wash away the exhaustion in his bones.

The ones where you rush to move from whatever it is you were working on the moment you hear the locks of the door being fumbled with.

For the most part, it's him catching you in his arms as you run right towards him. It's him pulling you into his warmth after you've been stuck alone for hours in the cold of your apartment. The weighted blanket Ochako gifted you just isn't enough, so he knows you're eager to get some real heat from your own personal furnace.

But on other days, it's like you just know. He doesn't have to utter a single word about the day he's had because you seem to just sense it by the time he sees you walking to your small foyer. He's a little worse for wear on days like these. His knees buckle with each step he takes, arms sore that he struggles to take his coat off and hang it inside the cabinet.

The pain settles so deep in his muscles that it weighs him down. 

He drowns, falls into the pain and fatigue.

And gladly, without a shred of hesitation, you pick him up every single time.

"Welcome home."

You take his hand in yours, knotting your fingers together. You smile with a certain shine that rivals the sun, and it eases him. It allows him to unwrap layers upon layers of himself until he's completely raw. Vulnerable and bare as the day he was brought into this world.

And this time, it's him who melts into your embrace. He lets himself be wrapped in your arms, as far as they could reach, and falls. Fast and hard that it's almost dizzying.

This time, he falls into you.

You place a hand on his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone and the new scar he's sporting. You inspect it with squinted eyes. For a moment, he thinks you might go on a rant about safety and getting—or at least, trying to—out of the field unscathed.

But you don't. Your lips are pursed in contemplation, still, so he's taken aback when you reach for his face.

You kiss him, fully on the lips.  

It's short and sweet, as everything usually is with you. But he knows that it serves as a promise of comfort that's soon to come. Of dinner on the floor of your living room. Of your full and undivided attention on him. Of nuzzling into the crook of your neck until his hair tickles you and you burst into a fit of giggles.

"You go and wash up, I made your favorite." You tap his chest twice, grinning like a child.

He watches your figure get smaller until you fully disappear into the kitchen, and he's left stunned.

--

He relishes in the ones you share in the comfort of your bedroom, away from the prying eyes of the world.

It's dark without the lights on and the curtains pulled shut. He's practically blind, but he can feel you. Your hands and the way they're grasping for whatever part of him you can grab. Your neck and how his lips seem to gravitate towards it.

He knows you're with him. And in turn, he knows he is safe.

Here, he is the furthest thing away from pro hero Dynamight. Here, he exists as nothing but Katsuki.

your Katsuki.

And the feeling is doubled down with you muttering his name between gasps and deep breaths. You say it directly to his ears. Repeatedly, like a mantra. Like Bakugo is some higher being and you are there to pray to his name.

Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki.

You say it until his name is the only thing you know, the only thought running though your muddled mess of a brain. You say it until bakugo truly feels it in the trenches of his bones. 

He is yours. And when he feels you planting a kiss on his collarbone—mumbling sweet, sweet praises on flushed skin, he knows, too, that you are his.

--

But most of all, he enjoys the ones you share in the early hours of the morning.

The ones where he wakes up and is greeted by your back facing him, bare and freckled and covered with scars. He slings an arm over your torso and pulls himself closer to you until his lips are but a hair away from your skin.

He starts at the back of your arm. Kissing up the narrow patch of skin that leads him to the hill of your shoulder where he pours most of his attention to.

To him, it feels like forever and a lifetime of keeping his focus on your back. Of exploring the vast stretch of skin. Of finding new freckles and moles, scars and birthmarks. Your body is a treasure trove, and what good is he if he doesn't take the time to worship you.

He doesn't pause his ministrations even when he feels you stir against him. You stretch, ever so slightly with how Bakugo is clinging to you, but it's still enough movement that you're pulled away from him.

"Quit movin'." he groans, chasing after your skin with his lips.

"Good morning to you too." your voice is hoarse, muffled by the sheets and pillows.

He lets out a low hum when you turn to face him.

Neither of you move for a moment. It's rare for Bakugo to find the time to do nothing with you. To have each other to hold and simply bask in each other's presence as sunlight slowly seeps through your curtains. Not when your day only starts once he's already on his way back from morning runs.

So he takes this in. The sight of you with your hair messy and lips chapped, looking at him with all the love you can hold in your two eyes.

He soaks it all in until he knows there's nothing else he could possibly want than this.

No other lips to kiss and body to hold. No other skin to devote himself to. No other person to love, than you.

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a/n. lmfao can u tell i didn't know how to end this hkahsdas pls tell if the characterization is off or if this is too soft for bakugo ... likes and reblogs r highly appreciated! u can leave ur thoughts also on my asks hehe

[uzuitengensfourthwife]

Home - Atsumu x reader (fem reader)

You dated in Highschool, but broke up after Atsumu lost against Karasuno. 6 years later, you meet again.

Warnings: bit angsty, otherwise none! Just fluff hihi.

Word-count: 2411

Author’s note: Well hi there! I’m back from the dead. So….. i haven’t written sth in a long time so I apologise in advance if it’s badly written or contains tons of mistakes! But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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Atsumu never made life easier for you. Back in Highschool, when you two dated, the girls always gave you dirty looks whenever Atsumu and you walked down the hall, hand in hand. But it only worsened over time. The longer you dated Atsumu, the worse his fangirls acted towards you. Insults were thrown at you, judging looks were shared whenever you walked past them and even shoving you out of the way whenever they felt like it.

What you regret most, was stopping with your hobby to become Inarizaki's manager, of course upon Atsumu's request. You were once a very talented ice skater, but due to your relationship with Atsumu, you had stopped.

But even though all of this had hurt you, you stayed for him. His love towards you was so pure, he made sure to let you know he loved you. He was never too busy to not see you, even if it meant he had to sneak out his house to meet you at your place late at night.

However, that changed as well after Inarizaki lost against Karasuno. The once long nights you spent together, were suddenly spent alone. The Atsumu that once made sure to squeeze you in whenever, was suddenly long gone. His ego was more than hurt after this match, you remember it so well. He pushed you away even weeks after that match, he barely saw you and during practice nothing more than a little kiss was placed on your cheek, followed by a half assed "Sorry, love".

And when summer came, you've had enough. You've spent months alone. So you've asked Atsumu to meet up with you in front of the Convenience store you've usually hung out in during late nights. Surprisingly, he agreed to meet you at 4 p.m.

You waited patiently, well aware of the fact that he'd be running late. 15 minutes later he then appeared, still in his gym clothes.

"Hey love, how ya doing?" he pulled you in a hug, squeezing you tightly. "I'm fine 'tsumu.., how bout you?" you hugged back, knowing well this would be your last hug. "Ya know, good als always." He smiled as he let go of you again. However, his smile faded upon seeing you nervously fiddling around with your hands. He raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong with ya? Yer nervous as hell."

You sigh loudly, trying to keep yourself from crying. "I.... I think we should break up." - "Yer not serious, right?" He's staring you down, his eyes clearly showing that he hoped for it to be just a silly joke. "I'm very serious Atsumu. I'm moving to Tokyo next week and you need to concentrate on your career anyway." He laughs out loud, he's not believing you one bit. "I've already talked about it with Kita and Suna. They're well aware of this." - " Tokyo or not, we'll still be able to date." You shake your head. God, you should've known this would happen. "No, Atsumu we can't." - " But we haven't even tried yet. How would ya know we wouldn't make it?" He said, his pleading eyes trying to read you. "We're done Atsumu Miya." And with that you turned away and just ran. You ran away from him and the fact you still loved him very dearly.

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6 years. It had been 6 years since you've moved to Tokyo. You've only kept contact with Suna and Kita, both of them still texting you regularly. Suna himself even moved to Tokyo, after joining a Volleyball Club within Tokyo, which led to you both meeting up regularly.

Outside of meeting your friends in your free time, you were working. A well paid job within a law firm and a nice apartment, which was close to Shinjuku. You were leading quite the normal life.

Until Suna asked you to join him at a party on a random Friday.

"You free after work?"

"Yeah I am Rin, why?"

"There is a party in Shinjuku, wanna join?"

"Do I have to?"

"Yes :) I'll pick you up at 8 p.m."

And with that, you knew you had no choice but to join Suna Rintarou to this party. You yourself weren't really into parties, however Suna always dragged you to go with him, since he didn't want to go alone.

So when you came back from work at 7 p.m. you took a quick shower and made sure you got ready by 8 p.m. And on 8 p.m. your doorbell rang, so you quickly grabbed your purse and ran to the door to open it. "Ready to go?" - " Good Evening to you too Rin, and yes, let me just put my shoes on!" you chuckle, grabbing your pretty black high heels. "I'm warning you, I'm NOT going to switch shoes with you again." - " Yeah yeah, don't worry. I'm not planing on staying for long anyway." He raises an eyebrow und holds your purse so you can put on your heels. Once you're finally ready, you take back your purse and both of you make your way towards the subway.

On the way to the club, both of you exchanged about your day. You exchanged some laughter and without really realizing, you had already arrived at the subway station. Within 10 minutes you had already made it to the doors of the club.

As you wanted to get in line, Suna grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the VIP entrance. And wishing seconds you were inside the club, marked as VIP guests with a wristband. "I keep forgetting you're quite the star within the Volleyball scene." He grins at you as the loud music surrounds you both. Without even telling you, he starts dragging you towards a lounge, solely reserved for VIP's. As you were let in, he starts looking around frantically.

You nudge him, letting him now you want to say something. He bends down, putting his ear towards your lips. "Looking for someone?" - "Yeah." he answers immediately. You thought it was just the two of you, however it turns out that he was dragging you to meet some friends of his with you.

Suna then seemed to have spotted the people he was looking for, which led to him dragging you towards a table with a few seats. They all greeted him with big grins. But before you could say anything, he pushed you forward, so you were able to see who was really sitting there. You greet them all kindly with a little bow, before your eyes met with dark brown eyes that you knew too well. Your smile immediately vanished.

It was none other than Atsumu Miya.

You froze in place, not really sure what to say. It has been 6 years since you've last seen Atsumu. This must've been some bad joke, you thought. Yes of course, Suna was trying to pull a mean joke on you, nothing else.

"You okay?" One of Suna's friends asked, pulling you back into the harsh reality. "Uh.. yeah!" You put on a forced smile, trying to hide behind Suna, but before you could do so, he disappeared to get all of you some drinks. Without any other choice left, you sit down as far away from Atsumu as possible. "I'm Bokuto!" One of Suna’s friends says. He was quite big and had a very well built body. His big eyes looked at you, while he flashed you a grin. "I'm Y/N." you answered, smiling slightly. The others also introduced themselves. So Sunas friends were called, Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama and Wakatoshi, and turns out they were all part of the Japanese national teams.

"I'm Atsumu. 'Tsumu for short." Atsumu said, shooting you a quick but forced smile. He was pretending to not know you.

Before any of this could get more awkward, Suna appeared with some drinks for everyone. Everyone grabbed a drink and that's when the conversations started to strike. Since it was your first time meeting them, besides Atsumu, you just sat there quietly listening here and there.

"What do you do for work?" Wakatoshi suddenly asked, looking at you quietly. "I'm a Lawyer!" you answered , smiling proudly of your profession. "Woahhh! No way!" Bokuto exclaimed excitedly while slapping Suna's back harshly. You chuckle lightly at Suna's slightly annoyed face. Atsumu looked at you, slightly amazed.

The conversations continued and you kept listening to them all. You definitely enjoyed your time there. Yet, after some time you just needed to get a drink by yourself at the bar, but to still be polite you asked everyone if they wanted a drink at the bar as well. They refused, so you made your way to the bar and sat down on a stool to order a drink.

However, you were disturbed by a male presence next to you. It was a man that seemed quite drunk. "Hey there cutie..." He smirked, watching you up and down. You just shook your head and ignored him. Giving him attention would only fuel his ego. Yet, ignoring him was not enough. He leaned closer towards you. "Oh come on... don't ignore me princess..." He groaned, totally frustrated. Glaring at him, you got up to see if there was another seat possible, but he grabbed you by your wrist. "Let go." you said. "Beg." He grinned disgustingly. You were aware, that he had no good intention with you.

Before anything could happen, someone appeared behind you. The presence strong and dangerous. "She said let go." Atsumu's voice rang in your ear. The man instantly let go, mumbling something incoherent. You looked up at Atsumu, who was watching the man disappear amidst the people. "Ya should be careful, ya know?" He said, sitting down where the man sat before. He watched you quietly, before nodding towards the seat, indicating for you to sit down next to him. And so you did.

Atsumu ordered you both a drink. You decided to stay quiet, not sure how to even talk to him after all that happened between the two of you. On top of that, you never talked again after the break up.

"How have ya been?" He asked you, breaking the silence. "Been well... what about you?" Nodding at your question he answers "Can't complain, 'm part of the national team after all." - " Congrats, by the way." you said, smiling sincerely this time. "Thanks." he replies, handing you your drink. You take a sip, making a face as you taste the strong alcohol within the drink.

He chuckles lightly, observing you from the side. "M glad Suna made me come today." He suddenly said, looking at his drink. " It feels good knowing yer doing well." His words took you by surprise. You were expecting everything but this.

Atsumu slightly smiled to himself, while taking a sip from his drink. "Atsumu..." - " I've thought of ya every day... just wishing ya would be doing well." He turns back to you with a big grin. " Ya should be thanking me!" This was all an act. You've known him long enough to know that something inside of him hurt.

"How 'bout we get some fresh air?"

And suddenly you both were sat outside, barely covered up in midst of the cold autumn night. You tried to warm yourself up by rubbing your arms, but it barely helped. "Here." He said, while wrapping his Jacket around you. "No, you'll be cold yourself." You say, taking off his jacket, but he immediately reacted wrapping it around you again. "Such a gentleman." you chuckle, wrapping his jacket around you tighter.

Like. every other night, Shinjuku was lively. Lots of people were walking past you, enjoying the night for the time being. You watched the people passing by, while holding on to Atsumu's jacket. "You've really become even prettier." You turn your head to him with flushed cheeks, you weren't sure whether it was because of the cold air or him.

"I.... I'm sorry for what happened 'Tsumu." You said quietly, looking at the ground. You were ashamed at how everything ended back then. "Don't apologize. It was my fault... I.. I was an asshole." He stuttered. "I shouldn't have pushed you away. I was just.... broken I suppose." - " I know Atsumu..." You whispered, sliding closer to him. "I was an asshole too. I should've tried to talk to you before even making such a harsh decision."

He shakes his head. "No..it was best for ya. See how successful you've become without me?" - "I would've been happier if you were with me." You didn't even mutter. It was the truth after all. Yes, you were successful but you were more than sure that you would have been happier on this journey if he would have been part of your life. But you had cut him out of it, out of stupidity.

He looked at you surprised. You knew he didn't expect an answer like this from you. But it was the harsh truth, even to you. "I never stopped loving you Atsumu. I was just... scared. Scared you'd leave me if I had said anything. I was scared of conflict." His eyes widened in shock while you tried to stop yourself from crying. It didn't work. Suddenly tears streamed down your face.

Atsumu immediately pulled you into a hug. "God no.... I would've never left ya love...!" He whispered while pulling you closer. You've never felt better before, it felt like you were home again. You've found your home within Atsumu again.

"I... I still love ya... and never stopped loving ya while ya were gone.. Ask 'Samu, he's heard all about it.. " he joked, laughing slightly while rubbing your back in a calming manner. A chuckle escape your lips.

You felt inner peace, as if you've been lost for an eternity and then finally finding back home. Your home was Atsumu and nothing else mattered to you at the moment.

You pulled away slightly, looking up at him. His cheeks were red and before you could make a funny remark, he placed a sweet but quick kiss on your lips.

"I see you two lovebirds have made up, hmm?" Suna was leaning against a wall, watching them with a big smirk on his face. "Oh shut up Rintarou!"

You were more than thankful that Rintarou dragged you here, if he hadn't, you wouldn't have found your home again.

[bunnypeew]

Venom - Alastor x gn!reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Fluff, self harm mentioned slightly

oke so again i’m very sad recently,, for reasons,,, so i wanted to write a angst that ends in fluff so you’ve been warned, may be ooc for Alastor!

they never had such a fight to the point where Y/n cried, sniffling and hiccuping all the the way into the argument, and Alastor didn’t know how to handle this since he was mad, he was also in and out of his demon form but he was keeping it at bay as not to hurt them.

“Al you are not listening to me,,

they say with a sigh, then dry away their tears and straights themself up, now with a determined look on their face, they then turned around to leave.

Alastor was taken aback by this move and sent a tentacle to their wrist to stop them from opening the door.

“where do you think you’re going, mon cher?,,

he says in an assertive tone, but still soft at the end of the phrase. He was scared, he was getting scared they were gonna leave and never comeback, he hated that they made him weak, soft.

“i’m going out, I-I just need a moment Al sorry,,

they took off the tentacle gently, he didn’t use force he went limp and looked at them leaving his radio tower, leaving him to himself.

a few hours had gone by and all Alastor did was bounce his foot on the floor and tap his staff with his long claws, he was waiting, surely they’d comeback to him like they always did right? it wasn’t that bad of a fight to him, it was one like the other.

to them tho it was a disappointment, more proof he didn’t listen when they spoke

they went to their hotel room and hid under the blankets of their bed, still crying and sniffling away their pain. Words were stuck in their throat, they felt like venom that was about to kill them, they didn’t like to think bad about Alastor, they loved him a lot so these thoughts were intruding their brain without permission, they started hitting their head slightly, they tended to do that when they were really upset or having a panic attack, they were having also problems breathing so they got up to go to the bathroom to free their nose, that was until they heard a soft knock on the door, it was his classical knock, they flopped their arms down from their nose and sighed, now walking towards the door, cracking it a little bit to see Al staring outside, smile strained as to show he was also very upset, he never did stop smiling but they noticed whenever his emotions shifted.

“mon cher, may i come in please,,

they started considering, looking at the floor then looking back at Alastor then sighing again, they then opened the door for him letting him in the walked and buried themself in th blankets once again.

Alastor had noticed how puffy their eyes were as soon as they opened the door, making him understand that they had been crying for a while now, since they left anyways.

He sits softly down in the bed near them, placing his cane down next to him, he softly sighed looking at the bundle of blankets, still hearing sniffles and cries, his hand reaching out to stroke them but stopped mid air, then flopping back into place next to his body.

“Tu sais, je n'aurais jamais pensé que tu me quitterais comme ça, tu m'as fait peur,,

“You know, i never thought you'd walk out on me like that, you scared me,,

he was speaking french, which meant he was really stressed and truthful, being genuine at the very least, they put their hands in their hair and started pulling slightly Alastor could feel something was wrong so he took the blanket off from their head, seeing what they were doing his heart sunk, he soflty took their hands and pulled them towards his face, they were whining a little bit at the contact and cried even more.

Alastor started kissing at their knuckles, stroking softly with his clawed hands then looked them in the eyes

“I don’t want you hurting yourself because of me, understood?,,

he breathes on their hands kissing again and waiting for some sort of reply from them, they struggled but murmured a little sorry before hiccuping

“oh mon cœur, you don’t have to say sorry, come here,,

he opened his arms for them to crawl on his chest and get comfortable, he started stroking their hair, kissing on it then they sit there in silence for a little while so they could come down

“I adore you, you know that right?,,

he says softly, they nod slightly

everything was peachy again, good.

AAAH I LOVED WRITING THIS!! again it’s a little ooc but i needed it,, i’m a sucker for soft Alastor hope you enjoyed!!

[goblinontour]

Love Is Calling

someone new joins your story

part 7 | series masterlist

warnings: prof!al, age gap (not specified), angst, fluff, smut, handjob, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), piv, choking

word count: 10.5k

The next morning arrived with an unsettling calmness. After the intense and weird night with Alex, you were supposed to visit your parents. It was a promise you had made when you first told them you’d be around. And while a part of you wanted to call and reschedule or something, you thought that maybe a day, or even just a few hours away from Alex might be what you needed. It almost felt necessary. 

The previous night still haunted you. How he had broken down in a way you’d never seen before. Seeing him cry while he was so intimately close to you was almost terrifying. You had hidden your true feelings in the moment, not wanting to make him feel even worse, but the memory lingered. It was unsettling. 

You prepared your things slowly, your mind replaying the events of the night before. Every tear that fell from Alex's eyes onto your skin felt like a heavy drop of sorrow, each one mixing with the sweat of the act between you. His sobs, so raw, so unfiltered, echoed in your ears, a stark contrast to the usual fake confidence and controlled persona he wore almost like a costume. 

Being so close to him, feeling his body tremble with each cry as he moved within you, should have been too much to bear. But you took it. It was a side of him you had never truly seen, not like that, a depth of pain that he had hidden so well until it erupted in the most unexpected of moments.

You found yourself torn between wanting to hold him, to soothe his pain, and the instinct to protect yourself from the overwhelming emotions that his breakdown had unleashed. It was almost frightening to witness someone that could make himself seem so strong fall apart, and it shook you to your core. You felt a need to be there for him and a simultaneous urge to escape and gather your own thoughts.

As he held you down, you couldn't help but feel a pang of something darker. It made you feel almost used, like a tool for his catharsis, even though you knew he would never intentionally hurt you. His tears, his anguish, everything seeped into you, leaving a lingering ache behind. Despite knowing his intentions were never to cause harm, his desperate need for release had left you feeling more like an emotional crutch than a partner. 

The memory of his broken sobs, the way his body shuddered against yours, lingered long after the physical connection had ended. It was a reminder of the fragile line between his cover and the ultimate truth that had been eating at him, a line that Alex had crossed right in front of you. And it was hard to shake off. 

As you finished getting ready, you glanced at your phone, contemplating the call to your parents again. The idea of seeing them, of stepping back into the familiar, felt like a chance to regain some semblance of normalcy. You needed the distance, if only for a little bit, the time to process everything that had happened without the constant presence of him.

You paused at the door, looking back at him again. He was still sleeping, but it had taken him a long time to be able to actually fall asleep. After that moment of clarity, after you had finished…he finished…where he seemed almost okay, he had started crying again. You remembered how helpless you felt, unsure of what to do other than hold him. His sobs had returned, even more heartbreaking than before, and he had clung to you desperately. Eventually, he fell asleep with his head on your chest, soothed by the gentle rhythm of your fingers playing with his hair. 

Both of you were exhausted. He had pushed himself to the point of feeling like he couldn’t breathe. He felt like his own body was betraying him with its overwhelming emotions. He seemed so lost, so unlike the Alex you knew, struggling to stop the tears that kept coming despite his efforts. It was clear that he didn’t want you to see him like that, but there was no hiding it now. He was laid bare before you. All of him. And you were not sure if he was ready to face the aftermath of that. 

You watched him for a moment longer. His face seemed peaceful now in his sleep, but the memory of his anguish was still so, so vivid in your mind. Proof of how fragile he was beneath the facade.

You decided to leave quietly, careful not to make any noise that might wake him, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag with a final glance at the door. 

Once outside, you inhaled deeply, the fresh air filling your lungs and providing a momentary sense of relief. The idea of driving his car felt too connected to him, too much like taking a piece of him with you. Instead, you chose to walk, needing the physical distance and the time to clear your head. The streets were quiet, the early morning light casting long shadows as you moved.

As you walked, your mind eventually wandered back to him, to the way he had looked at you. Part of you wanted to run back, to be there when he woke up, to assure him that everything would be okay. 

The familiar path to your parents' house brought a small sense of comfort, but as the walk seemed to stretch on, you started thinking about what you would say to them. How would you explain what you were feeling without revealing too much? 

Alex stirred, blinking repeatedly as he woke up. The bed felt strangely empty, and he instinctively reached out, expecting to find you beside him. But you weren’t there. There was only the cool, empty space where you should have been. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to piece together why you weren’t there. He had been dreaming of you again, like he often did. And in his dream, everything was perfect, just as it should be.

Then, the memories began to trickle back. You were supposed to visit your parents today, right? Yeah. Yeah…But even knowing that, he couldn't help the pang of disappointment that you weren’t the first thing he saw when he woke up. 

Slowly, the events of the previous night came flooding back to him. His unfiltered breakdown, the tears he couldn’t stop, the way he had clung to you. His eyes felt sore as he rubbed them, trying to wake himself up fully. Each touch reminded him of how much he had cried, how he had fallen apart in front of you. 

“Oh fuck.” he whispered to himself, a wave of shame washing over him. He had fucked up. Really, really fucked up. The facade he tried to maintain had shattered, and he had exposed a part of himself he wasn’t sure he could ever take back. 

The room was bathed in the soft light of the early morning, but the sheer silence was deafening. He tried to shake off the remnants of his dream, the idealised version of reality where everything was still okay between you two. But the soreness in his eyes and the tightness in his chest kept reminding him of the truth. He sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache that seemed to permeate his entire body.

He remembered how it had started. How he had tried to maintain control, to keep his emotions in check. But the dam had broken, and once the tears started, they had refused to stop. He had felt so…small. So utterly small and lost in that moment. You had held him, your fingers soothing through his hair, but even in your arms, he couldn’t shake the feeling of drowning himself with his own stupid mind. 

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting there for a moment as he tried to gather the strength to stand. He had exposed his most vulnerable self to you, and now he was terrified of what that meant. Would you see him differently?

Would you still want him?

He ran a hand through his hair, the reality of your absence suddenly hitting him hard. You had left early, probably needing to escape the mess of what had happened. To escape him. His mess. He couldn’t blame you. He barely understood his own emotions, let alone how you must have felt being on the receiving end of them.

As he stood up and moved around the room, the loneliness settled in even more. Every corner seemed to echo with little reminders of last night, and he found himself reliving each painful moment. The way his body had betrayed him with relentless sobs, how he made you just take it. He felt so ashamed, exposed in a way he had never been before.

He walked to the window, looking out at the still empty street, how everything was slowly starting to wake up outside. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, trying to steady his breathing. He had to pull himself together, had to find a way to make things right when you returned. But the fear gnawed at him…What if he couldn’t? What if he ruined everything? What if-

As the morning light grew brighter, he made a promise to himself. He would try to understand his own pain, to figure out why it had overwhelmed him so completely. And he would find a way to talk to you about it, to apologise for the mess he had placed on you. He couldn’t take back what had happened, but he could try to fix your trust that he felt had been so brutally tested.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he leaned against the window, concentrating on the cool glass against his skin. The memory of another night filtered its way into his mind. It was the first night he had truly let go with you. Right here. Your first night together in any way actually. It hadn't been as intense or overwhelming as the previous night, but it was the first time he had allowed himself to be vulnerable. 

He remembered how he’d drawn a bath that night, and how you’d climbed in behind him, your arms wrapping around his chest as he leaned back against you. The warmth of the water and your embrace had made him feel safe. He could feel your steady heartbeat against his back, your soft murmurs of reassurance helping to ease the tension in his body.

He had told you about the shadows that lingered in his mind, tentatively sharing some parts of himself to you. And you had listened without judgement, your fingers gently tracing patterns on his skin. You had listened with such patience and understanding it had been a revelation to him. He was safe with you, safe enough to let his guard down. That night, you had held him, your presence a comforting balm to his frayed nerves. Tears had come then too, but they were different. Quiet, softer, less consuming. He had managed to keep himself together, feeling a sense of relief in the release but not overwhelmed by it. 

Since that night, he had prided himself on maintaining control, on keeping the darker parts of himself hidden. He tried. And there were many points where he didn’t even have to try anymore, he could just let himself be. But he always wanted to be strong for you, to be the person you could rely on. And last night had just shattered that illusion he created for himself. Now he was left to pick up the pieces. The contrast between the two nights was stark, though at the same time it only showed him that he hadn’t changed as much as he thought. His control over himself was just as fragile. 

Thinking back to that night made him feel like…maybe it was okay to be vulnerable with you. And he didn’t have to get himself to that point of breaking. He hoped that despite the roughness of last night, you would still see him the same way. That you could still be his safe spot, even after witnessing him in a way that he wished he could take back. 

Alex sighed deeply, his thoughts pressing heavily on him as he moved to discard the last of the clothes he still had on from last night. He peeled off his sweatpants and boxers, feeling the uncomfortable stickiness of dried cum against his skin. The need to cleanse himself of it was overwhelming. 

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over him, washing away the physical residue of the night. As the water pounded against his skin, he closed his eyes, trying to let the warmth soothe his aching muscles. He scrubbed his skin almost aggressively, as if he could erase the memories along with the sweat and tears.

After a while, he reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He moved to the mirror, finally daring to see his true state, bracing himself before looking up. The sight that greeted him was worse than he had expected. His eyes were bloodshot red and puffy, almost disappearing into the puffiness of his face, swollen from the hours of crying. His eyelids felt heavier with each blink. Dark circles hung heavy beneath them, evidence of the sleepless night, adding to the weariness etched on his face. His nose was red and raw, the skin irritated from the constant rubbing. His lips, usually a soft pink, were chapped and dry now. The overall effect was startling. Seeing himself like this brought a fresh wave of shame over him. It was humbling. And it made him realise just how much he had been hiding, even from himself.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, feeling the weight of his reflection staring back at him. Taking another deep breath, he decided that today would be about changing that. As difficult as it was, he had to confront his own vulnerability, not just for his sake, but for yours too. He had to find a way to navigate this in a way that didn’t rely on the fragile illusion of control. As his fingers moved through his hair, he noticed the grey strands scattered throughout, stark against the darker brown. They were more prominent in the harsh morning light. Normally, he didn't mind them, they were just signs of ageing. But in moments like these, they served as reminders of the gap between your lives.

Each grey hair seemed to glint in the light, accentuating the tired lines around his eyes. He could quite literally see the passage of time etched into his reflection, a contrast to your youth and vibrancy. And it wasn’t just the age difference. It was the accumulated emotional baggage he carried and that you didn’t deserve to bear.

He kept analysing his face, running his hand over his chin and down his neck, feeling the rough stubble growing in. I should shave…Yeah, I should, he thought. He began searching through his stuff but he couldn't find the things he needed. Of course, he still forgot something. Of course. Frustration bubbled up as he rifled through drawers and cabinets, finally finding an old shaving kit. Probably from when he was still in university himself and lived here. It felt like so long ago as he got out the brush and everything. 

The familiarity of it brought a faint, bittersweet smile to his face. He dipped the brush into the warm water, swirling it around in the soap. He started to lather it up on his face, careful to get all the spots thoroughly. The scent was comforting as it invaded his nostrils, a nostalgic reminder of simpler times. He applied it, methodically covering every inch of stubble. The repetitive motion was soothing. 

He carefully shaved, each stroke of the razor precise. As the razor glided over his skin, revealing the smoothness beneath, he felt a small sense of renewal, as cliché as it sounded. It was a minor change, but it made a difference. He rinsed his face and patted it dry, the coolness of the towel a relief against his raw skin.

Finally, he looked at himself again. He still saw the tiredness. He was far from okay. But he was taking steps, however small, to regain some semblance of control over himself. 

The sun warmed Alex's face as he stepped outside and started walking down the street, its rays almost feeling like they were burning  through his hair with their intensity. It made his scalp tingle. He decided to walk, clear his mind and get a feel of the world around him. 

The idea of buying you flowers popped into his head. It’s probably a dumb idea, he thought. Yes, it’s dumb. Maybe. But he didn’t know how else to start. Maybe it was a small gesture, but it was something tangible, something that could express what he couldn't yet find the words to say.

As he kept walking, he noticed the vibrant colours of summer flowers in bloom, their scents mixing with the city air. Each step felt heavy, but at least he found a purpose for them now. Physically, he felt drained, he felt the exhaustion from the previous night in his bones, his steps almost feeling like they required more effort than usual, but the fresh air was invigorating, and the sun’s warmth was comforting now. 

His thoughts, however, were still in a tangle. He wondered if you would even appreciate the gesture, if flowers could somehow begin to make up for what he had shown of himself. He questioned if he could ever truly piece himself back together, or if the fragments of his facade would always be there, waiting to crumble again. Anyway. At least he was doing something, taking an action, however small, to show that he cared about getting through this. He knew that you knew he cared about you. And he did, very much. Too much to let you go. 

As he approached the florist, the colourful display of blooms brought a slight lift to his spirits. He took a deep breath, letting the smell of flowers envelop him. He took a moment to choose the perfect arrangement, hoping it could convey even a fraction of what he felt. Or at least that the vibrant colours and fresh scent would bring a smile to your face. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. 

On his way back to the apartment, after making a stop at the shops to grab some stuff, Alex lit a cigarette, trying to ease the tension still lingering within him. He was deep in thought, puffing smoke into the warm afternoon air, when he was stopped in his tracks by a small, unexpected obstacle that caught his attention. He almost didn't notice it in time, halting abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk.

A pair of tiny eyes stared up at him, wide and curious. The streets were eerily empty, and it was just him and this little creature…a kitten, no more than a few weeks old. They stared at each other, neither stepping away, caught in a silent exchange. They didn’t move for a long moment, each assessing the other. 

Alex didn’t know what compelled him, but he felt an undeniable urge to act. Something about the kitten's innocent gaze stirred something inside him. He stubbed his cigarette out on the sole of his boot, shoving the butt back into the pack. Without thinking any further, he bent down, carefully scooped up the tiny ball of fluff, and fled the scene. 

What am I doing? he thought, his mind racing. He started walking faster, struggling to keep hold of the flowers, the shop bags, his own bag, and now this kitten cradled awkwardly in his arms. It fit snugly in one hand though, and it mewed softly, its small body trembling slightly against his palm. Alex felt a strange sense of responsibility settle over him. He wasn’t sure where this sudden impulse had come from, but he knew he couldn’t leave it behind. 

As he hurried back, the kitten nestled closer, its tiny heartbeat palpable against his fingers. It let out a small meow, its tiny voice barely audible above the thudding of his heart. Alex's thoughts swirled, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected encounter was somehow significant, a small piece of light amidst the chaos as he nestled it closer to his chest, its tiny claws digging into his shirt, but he held on tight.

He finally made it back to the apartment, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside. He set the flowers down on the kitchen counter, the bags tumbling beside them. His hands still cradled the fragile life he had impulsively decided to save. He glanced around and it was then that he realised he had nothing for the kitten. No food, no litter, no supplies. Nothing. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he muttered to himself, pacing around the room. He needed to go back to the store, didn't he? Okay. 

He hurried into the bedroom, carefully placing the kitten on the floor. “You stay there, alright?” he said, gesturing with his hands in the air as if the tiny creature could understand him. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He turned around, closing the door to the room just so that it wouldn’t wander too far. He didn’t need it to get lost inside the house now.

With a sense of urgency, he grabbed his keys and headed back out the door, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination driving his steps as he made his way back to the store, hoping to find everything he needed to care for the unexpected new addition to his life.

He returned, struggling with two full bags in his hands, having grabbed anything and everything that might be useful for the kitten. He had no idea what he needed and he couldn't bring himself to ask anyone for help, so he just bought everything that seemed remotely necessary. 

As he opened the bedroom door, he realised the kitten was nowhere to be seen. Panic set in as he searched under the bed, on the bed, and around the room. He couldn't be going insane. It was real. He searched everywhere. There weren’t many places for it to hide. Then, he heard a sound from the drawer he had left open. He often did that, and had hurt his toes too many times by bumping into it.

Crouching down in front of his sock drawer, he felt a wave of relief. “There you are.” he said softly, reaching in to grab the kitten, which was half-buried inside one of his socks. He gently pulled it off its head and couldn't help but smile as he was greeted by its tiny face. The kitten mewed softly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Gently getting up, kitten in hand, he carried it to the living room. The small creature's trust in him was endearing, and he felt a renewed sense of purpose. “Alright, little one, let's get you settled.” he murmured, setting up a makeshift bed with some soft towels and laying out food and water. The kitten immediately started exploring its new surroundings, sniffing at everything with curiosity.

As he watched it, Alex felt a strange but welcome calm. This tiny, unexpected life had brought a sense of normalcy and responsibility that he desperately needed. And as he sat there, observing its tentative steps, he realised that perhaps this was exactly what he needed to start putting his own pieces back together.

He didn't even notice how fast the time went by. You should be back soon enough. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face you, but he desperately needed to see you at the same time. To distract himself, he decided to start preparing dinner. Cooking was something he loved, especially for you, though he didn't get to do it often. 

He began chopping vegetables and prepping whatever he needed, losing himself in the rhythm. Then, suddenly, he felt tiny, albeit very sharp, claws poking his feet. Looking down, he saw the kitten crying and pawing at his leg. “No, no, don't cry.” he said, crouching down. With his hands covered in food, he couldn't pet the it, but it didn't seem to matter. The kitten started climbing up his leg with astounding determination. Alex struggled to support it with his arm as he reached for a towel, trying to prevent it from falling.

And to his surprise, the kitten stopped crying as soon as it reached his chest. “You wanna stay here, huh?” he said softly. He wiped his hands and tied his t-shirt in a way that created a makeshift pouch, secure enough for the kitten to nestle in. It worked surprisingly well, though he thought he probably looked a bit silly with his shirt tied at his waist. But it didn’t matter because the tiny life nestled against him added a strange but comforting layer of companionship.

“We're gonna cook for mummy together, yeah?” Alex said softly, glancing down at the kitten sitting snugly in his pouch. He smiled at the fluff-ball, which seemed surprisingly content, its little head peeking out from under the fabric of his shirt. 

With the kitten snug against him, Alex resumed his cooking, moving slow as to not disturb it. Every now and then, he murmured softly to it, sharing the steps of his cooking process as if the kitten could understand. “First, we chop the vegetables, nice and fine.” he explained, demonstrating the motion with his knife. “But I already did that without you, sorry bud.” the kitten watched intently, its eyes wide and curious. “Then we sauté them like this in the pan until they're soft.” Alex couldn't help but chuckle at its focused expression. “You're a natural, you know that?” he whispered, continuing his work. 

The kitchen filled with the aromas of the meal, the sound of sizzling vegetables and the occasional meow from the kitten creating a soothing backdrop to his thoughts. He felt a delicate balance beginning to re-establish itself within his mind. With each step of the meal prep, he felt more grounded, more connected to the simple act of caring for something, vulnerable, much like his feelings towards you.

You opened the door, feeling the familiar sense of relief that washed over you at the sight of home. Home...he was home. The range hood was running at full power, a sign that Alex was out of bed, up and about. That was good. 

You put your bag down, slipped off your shoes, and walked to the kitchen. What you saw stopped you in your tracks. Alex was staring at you, slightly startled. He probably didn’t hear you come in over all the noise. But what really caught your eye was the pair of tiny eyes peering out from inside his shirt, mirroring Alex’s shocked expression perfectly.

Alex looked up at you, a tentative smile playing on his lips. “Hi.” he said softly, watching your reaction.

“Are you serious?” you asked, pointing to the kitten nestled in his shirt.

“What?” he responded, glancing down at the kitten and then back at you.

“Where did you get that?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

He looked down at the kitten again, then back up at you. “I found it on the street. I- I was buying you flowers, they’re right there,” he pointed to the table where a bouquet was now nicely tucked in a vase, “And I just…I couldn’t leave it there…Are you mad?” His voice grew weaker with the question, uncertainty filling his eyes.

“Of course I’m not mad.” you said, moving closer to take a proper look at the kitten.

Alex put down the spoon he was holding and stepped back from the stove. As you got closer, he felt a wave of relief and added warmth wash over him. Having you close again, almost like nothing had happened…Fuck. You’d still need to talk, but in this moment, with you beside him and the tiny kitten nestled against his tummy, he couldn’t think about that. 

You tried to gently take the kitten from his shirt, but it clung to him so tightly that you quickly gave up. Alex chuckled softly, “You wanna stay with daddy, that's right, hehe.”

You sat down at the table, watching him finish cooking dinner. He looked so focused, his arms strong and defined in the snug t-shirt he wore. The way he had tied it at his waist accentuated his lean figure, emphasising the subtle curve of his waist. His hair, clearly freshly washed, looked so fluffy and soft, practically inviting you to run your fingers through it. His movements were sure and practised. You knew he was a good cook, he’d cook for you any chance he got. 

As he worked, the smell of food filled your senses, mingling with the scent of the flowers he had bought for you. It was a strange yet comforting contrast, this little domestic scene. Alex glanced at you occasionally, a soft smile tugging at his lips, as if reassured by your presence. And you eventually got lost in thought. The tension from earlier seemed to melt away. 

The kitten mewed softly, drawing your attention back to Alex, who was now plating the food carefully. Dinner was quiet. Intimate. You shared the meal, exchanging small talk and letting the food fill the silence. The little baby eventually fell asleep in its pouch, and Alex gently transferred it to a soft blanket on the sofa before joining you there. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the room, and for a while, it felt like everything might just be okay.

But as the silence settled in, the earlier awkwardness began to creep back. You watched him. He watched you. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I should explain myself.” he said quietly.

You could’ve pretended that it was fine, postponed it for a little while longer, but you nodded, “Yeah.”

He took a deep breath, looking down at his hands. “When we went to see my parents, things…escalated. You know I told you to go to the car?” you nodded, remembering very well. “Yeah, well…they said some things about us, about our relationship. They’re afraid of the consequences of us being together, seeing as I’m your professor and…I don’t know, that triggered something in me, filled me with all this…I don’t even know what to call it.”

He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. “I started to question everything. I didn’t want to be taking advantage of you in any way. I was scared that I might be, and that you couldn’t see it, and that I couldn’t see it either.”

His voice wavered, and he looked at you, “I love you, but their words made me doubt myself, made me feel like I was doing something wrong by being with you. And that fear just…consumed me, I guess.”

You reached out, placing a hand on his. “Alex, you’re not taking advantage of me. It’s not wrong…Can’t you see it? I chose to be with you, just as you chose to be with me. We both know what we want.”

He squeezed your hand, his eyes softening. “I’m sorry for how I acted, for breaking down like that and for…for how I came onto you.”

You took a deep breath, wanting to show him how much you trusted him. “Al, it’s okay. I know you, and I know you would never do anything to hurt me. I trust you.”

He nodded, your words settling in. “I’m going to talk to them tomorrow. I want to go over there and explain everything, set things straight. I want them to know we’re serious about this.”

You could see the determination in his eyes, to confront his fears and the doubts. “That’s a good idea.” you said, squeezing his hand reassuringly and then settling back to your side. 

To lighten the mood, you poked at him with your foot from the other side of the couch. He had his left leg propped over his right, and he touched you right back with a playful nudge. A small smile began to tug at his lips. You kept pushing him gently, each time intended to get that smile out fully. 

Finally, he laughed softly, the sound warming the space between you. That smile, the one you loved so much, returned to his face, and it felt like a small victory to see it. 

Alex grabbed you gently and pulled you on top of him, settling back down on the sofa. One of his hands played with your hair, fingers weaving through the strands, while the other rubbed up and down your back in soothing motions. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against yours with each breath, hearing the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. It felt incredible.

“Mmm…I think you’re the lady of my life.” he murmured, letting himself fully enjoy the moment. His voice was soft, and you snuggled closer, feeling a sense of peace wash over you both.

“Am I?” you asked, your voice light with curiosity. But before Alex could respond, the kitten jumped onto your back, instantly grabbing the attention of you both. 

“I'll have to get used to sharing you now.” you laughed softly. 

“Looks like it.” Alex giggled, the sound light and happy. 

The kitten settled down, curling up and falling asleep on your back. You didn’t realise it at first until Alex pointed it out, “Guess you can’t move.”

“You’re stuck with us now.” you murmured. 

The next morning, you were in bed checking something on your phone while Alex was getting ready to leave for his parents’. As usual, he was taking way too long. His shirt was half-buttoned, but his pants were nowhere to be seen as he paced around the room. 

You heard him swear and looked up to see him. He had left the drawer open again, of course, and he hit himself, again. He looked through it only to find the tiny cat inside, again.

“Oh, come onnn, not my socks.” he said, taking the kitten out and turning around to show it to you. “Look what he did.”

You couldn't help but laugh when you saw its little head poking out from a hole in the material. 

“He ripped them.” Alex laughed, trying to fake a frown at the same time.

“It's a boy?” you asked, still giggling.

“I think so,” Alex responded, turning it around in his hands to take a look, “Yep, surely a boy.”

“What do you wanna name him then?”

He took a moment to look at him, and then it was like something clicked. “Sock.”

“Really, Alex? Sock?” you asked.

“Well, he loves sleeping inside my socks.”

“I would've expected something more poetic from you, Mr. Turner.” you playfully shot back.

“Yeah, well, you should lower your expectations then. It's gonna be Sock.” Alex gave you a sheepish smile as he carefully set the kitten down on the bed. 

Sock seemed quite content, its tiny claws kneading into the soft duvet. Alex knelt down, giving him a gentle scratch behind the ears before standing up and running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, I need to get ready.” he said, more to himself than to you, as he moved to find his pants. You watched him, noticing how he seemed a bit more at ease than the day before. He continued the search for his pants, mumbling to himself as he checked various piles of clothes scattered around the room. “I swear I put them here somewhere…”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You always lose things when you're stressed.”

He glanced at you with a half-smile, finally spotting his pants draped over the back of a chair. “Found them!” he announced triumphantly, quickly slipping into them. He finished buttoning his shirt, tucking it in.

As he turned to leave, he paused and came back to you, his hands gently cupping your face. He leaned in for a kiss, and you felt yourself melting into him. You didn't want to tear yourself apart from him. 

Instinctively, you pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, the force almost making him lose his balance. He braced himself against the headboard just in time, deepening the kiss as you felt him groan softly into it. 

Reluctantly, he pulled back, his eyes filled with emotion. “I have to go…” he whispered.

You nodded, “I know.” though not letting him go. 

He took a second to look at you, and then his lips were back on yours. The kiss was intense, filled with unspoken words and pent-up emotions. Your hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer and closer until you pulled him onto the bed, and he followed willingly, his body pressing against yours. The desperation in his kiss matched your own. 

It felt so good, so right. You shoved your hand past the waistband of his pants, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his underwear. He moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. “I should go...” he said, his voice shaky.

“You should.” you replied, but neither of you stopped. 

You kissed and kissed until he melted into you, your tongues tangling, breaths mingling, the kiss deepening, growing more urgent. He melted into you. 

“Lie down.” you murmured.

And he did. He obeyed, positioning himself over your legs with his head resting on your knees so he could still kiss you when you bent down. His fingers fumbled with the button of his pants desperately, pushing them down as quickly as he could to give you access. 

“Please.” he whispered, tugging on your top, pulling it down to reveal one of your breasts. 

He reached out, cupping your breast gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple. You moaned softly, your hand slipping inside his underwear to grasp him fully. The feel of him, hard and pulsing in your hand, made you go crazy. He thrust into your hand, his movements frantic and needy. His eyes darkened with desire as he looked at you, his lips parting slightly. You could see the need in his eyes, the same need you felt. He leaned forward, his mouth closing over your nipple, sucking gently, his eyes closing as he moaned around it. 

“Alex.” you breathed, and he looked up at you again. You leaned down to kiss him again, your hand moving rhythmically. His hips bucked against you, seeking more friction, more contact. You responded by tightening your grip slightly, earning another groan from him. The sound was intoxicating, driving you to push him further, to give him everything he craved and needed. 

“Please…” he repeated, his voice a raw whisper, filled with need. The kitten mewed softly in the background, reminding you of his presence, but in that moment, all you could focus on was Alex, on the way he made you feel. The way you made him feel. Everything about him. 

Time seemed to stand still as you both got lost in the sensations, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His breathing became ragged, his grip on your shirt tightening as he neared his release. You increased the pace, your own excitement building in response to the pure look of pleasure on his face. 

“God, I love you.” he whispered against your lips. 

“I love you too.” you replied. 

His hips bucked in broken movements into your fist wrapped around his cock, his mouth falling open and his eyes rolling back as he came. The intensity of his orgasm hit him hard, cum shooting out and splattering his shirt, completely ruining it. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had you. 

He panted, his body shuddering, and then he whispered, “I don’t want to get up.”

You knew he had to go, that there were things that needed to be said and done, but you couldn’t help but kiss him for just a minute longer. 

Eventually, he sighed and got up, reluctantly pulling away. He glanced at his ruined shirt and chuckled softly. “Well, this one’s done for.”

He changed into a different one, one he thankfully had ironed, and looked back at you, his eyes lingering, wishing he could stay. But he had to go now, or else he’d lose the courage he managed to build up for himself, and he needed to set things right with his parents.

As he grabbed his keys and wallet from the nightstand, you got out of bed and walked over to him. “Good luck.” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Thanks.” he said, leaning in for one last kiss, this time on your forehead, before heading out the door. And he hugged you tightly. “I'll see you later.” 

You watched him leave, the door closing softly behind him. Sock mewed from the bedroom, drawing your attention back to him. You went over there and scooped him up, cradling him in your arms. “Looks like it's just you and me for now, little guy.” 

A few days later, you were reading in bed, lying on your front, though not completely immersed in your book. Alex had been working in his office nearly all day, and you found yourself wishing he’d be done already. Right as that thought crossed your mind, you felt his hands on the back of your thigh. You pretended not to be affected, but you were. Oh…how you were. The sexual tension had been brewing for a while. He hadn’t touched you like this since that night, other than the quick moment before he had to leave. But that one didn’t count. 

You kept reading, trying to maintain your focus, but then you felt him start placing kisses on the inside of your thighs. His lips were soft and warm, each kiss sending a shiver through you. He pulled your underwear to the side from under your skirt, running a finger along your entrance, teasing you. You tried your best to keep reading, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you, but it was useless.

“Please…” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. 

With that, he didn’t need anything else. He pulled down your skirt and panties in one go, undressing himself as he let you take care of your top. You fumbled with the buttons, your hands trembling with anticipation. 

Alex climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. He lowered his head, his breath warm against your skin, and began to kiss his way up your thighs again. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the tension between you building with each touch, each kiss.

His lips trailed along your spine. He paused at the small of your back, shifting to lie down more comfortably next to you, his head right next to your hip. His kisses continued along your side, his hands caressing your body. His fingers splayed on your ass, sometimes slipping between your cheeks just to tease you. 

As his own need grew, he moved lower, hugging your legs to himself. His kisses became more urgent, and you could feel his breath hot against your skin. He nuzzled closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your inner thighs. 

His hands gripped your thighs firmly as he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive skin. His movements were slow and deliberate, driving you wild with need. You felt his tongue flick out, teasing you, and you couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. 

You arched your back slightly, pushing your hips towards him, silently begging for more. He responded by running his tongue along your entrance, making you grip the sheets between your fingers. 

His fingers joined in, slipping inside you with ease. His only goal was to see you cum, to make you feel so good that you couldn't think of anything else. He kept a steady rhythm, his fingers moving with precision, slowly fucking your brains out. His hand was getting wet from how much you were dripping, his wrist starting to ache slightly, but he couldn't stop. You looked so pretty, you sounded so pretty, all because of him. His gaze was fixed on you, drinking in every reaction. Your gasps and moans spurred him on, his determination unwavering. 

He watched as your body tensed and writhed under his touch, his fingers bringing you closer to the edge. He curled them inside you, hitting just the right spot, making you cry out. The sight of you, so lost in the pleasure he was giving you, fueled him. He pressed his thumb against your clit, adding to the exquisite torture, the rhythm of his fingers never faltering.

Your whole body trembled, teetering on the brink of release. His hand almost felt numb, but he ignored the discomfort. He was entranced by you and the way you responded to his touch. He leaned in, murmuring soft words of encouragement, his voice a low, soothing hum.

“That's it, baby,” he whispered, “Let go for me. I want to see you come.”

The combination of his words and the relentless motion of his fingers sent you over the edge. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, your body arching off the bed as you came, your walls clenching around his fingers.

Alex didn't stop, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering mess beneath him. Only then did he slow his movements, easing you back down from that high. He gently withdrew his fingers, his eyes filled with pride and adoration even though you couldn’t see them. 

He bent your legs, positioning himself to kiss his way up, whispering how beautiful you were with each press of his lips. His kisses were soft, lingering on the tender skin of your calves, then moving upward. He licked a path from your knee to your feet, the wet feeling making you shiver under him. 

As he reached them, he took each one in his hands, massaging them gently. His fingers pressed into the soles, kneading away any remaining tension. His tongue traced along your arch, a contrast to the firm pressure of his thumbs. He seemed to take his time, savouring each moment, every second of it. 

His hands then moved up and down your calves, massaging them with firm but gentle strokes. The sensation was both relaxing and arousing, his touch igniting every nerve ending. His kisses followed, each one a reminder of his devotion to you. 

“You're so beautiful.” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “Perfect.”

You felt cherished, adored, every part of you attended to with such care as his hands and mouth continued their worship, making you feel like the most precious person in the world.

He pulled away, lying back against the headboard with a smile tugging at his lips, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you. 

“What? You’re getting old? Can’t fuck me anymore?” you joked, a playful glint in your eyes.

“Want you on top…” he said, extending his arm toward you as a sign to come closer.

“Mhmm…” you replied, positioning yourself in his lap.

“I’m always on top. Come on.” he added with a grin.

Just then, you felt something else on top of the bed. Sock had joined you, the kitten’s curious eyes watching intently.

“Oh, fucking hell, Sock. Not now.” Alex whined, gently getting up from underneath you to nudge the little one out of the room. “Sorry, poppet, but you’ll have to wait for a bit.” he said as he closed the door, Sock outside.

As he walked back to you, you admired the sight of him. His body, completely naked. Beautiful. It caught the light just right. The lines of his lower abdomen were sharply defined, leading down to his erect cock, which bounced slightly with each step. And that stupid smile on his face as he brushed his hair back with his hand made your heart flutter.

You reached out to him, your desire for him only growing stronger with each passing second. Alex climbed back onto the bed, his hands immediately finding your hips as he guided you back into his lap. His lips met yours in a searing kiss and you felt him moving his hips, his cock rubbing against you, teasing you mercilessly. He was so close to being inside you, almost there, but not quite slipping in. The friction was intoxicating. 

His hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding you to move with him. The sensation was maddening, and you couldn't help but let out a moan of frustration. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking and nibbling gently. 

You rocked your hips against him, desperately trying to find that sweet spot, but he maintained his teasing rhythm. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back, positioning his cock properly. You felt the tip of it right against your entrance, and you pushed down onto him, needing to feel him inside you already. 

He entered you slowly, letting you adjust to the sensation. You both moaned at the feeling. Being intimate with your special person when you had been apart for so long was unmatched. His shaky gasps you felt against your lips when you started slowly moving were everything. Feeling him clawing at your back, to release all his tension that’s been built up. Alex watched you ride his cock slowly, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t stop himself from moving his hips in time with yours. 

“Please, ah- Al-” you moaned.

“Tell me what you want…Exactly what you want.”

“Fuck me…” you breathed out.

“Tell me how you crave me…” he said, his voice dripping with need.

“I need you so bad-” you gasped, “So bad…it’s not enough.”

With that, he flipped you around, thrusting hard into you, making you grip the sheets and press your face into the pillow on one side.

“Look at me.” he ordered.

You struggled to keep your head straight, his thrusts making it almost impossible. He didn’t hold back, his movements powerful and precise, fucking you senseless. You could feel yourself drooling, almost crying from how good he was making you feel.

The room was filled with the sounds of your bodies moving together, the bed creaking beneath you, and your combined moans and gasps. Alex’s intensity drove you wild, his determination to pleasure you making you feel like the most desired person in the world. The relentless pace pushed you closer to the edge, and you could feel the build-up of another orgasm already. 

He moved your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to get even deeper. The new angle made him groan, the sensation overwhelming him in the best way. He couldn’t get enough of you, burying himself inside you as deeply as he could with each thrust. It would never be enough, but it was the most he could physically do, and he wanted to give you everything.

Seeing him like this, handling you however he wanted, was incredibly hot. Fuck. It was such a turn-on to witness him not holding back at all.

“M- More.” you begged, babbling random nonsense to him.

He looked you right in the eyes as he brought his hand up to your neck, choking you gently. He watched every expression you made, listened to every sound as he pulled almost all the way out just to thrust harder into you.

It felt so good that almost no sound came out of your mouths anymore. Your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure, his cock inside you, the way your legs were bent to such an extreme they were going numb, the pressure on your neck from his hand…It was all too much and just perfect.

“Fuck, I’m close.” he groaned, his voice strained with need. His hand slipped from your neck to grip your hip tightly. “Can I come inside?”

“Please, please, I want to feel it.” you panted. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a final thrust, he buried himself as deep inside you as he could. His hips stopped their movements as he came, his body trembling. You could feel the warmth of his cum filling you, the sensation pushing you over the edge once more, leaving you both breathless and spent. Alex collapsed against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder as you both caught your breaths. 

As you tried to get up to clean up in the bathroom, he clung to you, not wanting to let you go just yet. He hugged you from behind and walked with you until you gently shut the bathroom door in front of his face, giggling.

He sighed to himself and made his way to the office to grab his pack of cigarettes from the desk, still naked. He didn't care enough to get dressed. And he wouldn’t mind spending more time with nothing separating him from you. He got back to the bedroom right as you exited the en-suite, joining him back in bed.

“Do you mind?” he asked before lighting the cigarette.

You shook your head 'no', settling on his chest, hugging him to you. Sock eventually joined too, you could hear his little paws on the wood floors before he jumped on the bed. 

Alex took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke softly as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. The room felt peaceful, filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing and soft purring in the background. 

“I like when you take over,” you said softly, “It's hot.”

Alex's face turned an even deeper shade of pink, and he got all shy, so you dropped it, brushing his hair back as you looked up at him.

“I think I wanna buy a new car.” he said suddenly.

“That came out of nowhere.” you replied, surprised.

“I've been thinking about it for some time,” he continued, stopping to take another drag, “I actually have an appointment to check one out in a few days. I think I forgot to mention it to you, I just remembered now.” 

“What kind do you want to get?” you asked, curious.

He smiled and shook his head. “You should come with me, we can choose together.”

Your curiosity piqued even more at his response. “Really? Want my input?”

“Of course.” he said, taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling slowly. “So you won’t get to make fun of it anymore. Plus, I trust your taste.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “My taste?”

He smiled, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Yeah, you did choose me, after all.”

You laughed, feeling your cheeks warm. “Well, you are a pretty good choice.”

He wrapped his arm around you tighter, his smile widening. “Exactly. So, no worries about the car.”

You laughed softly. “Alright, I’m in.” 

You snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The peaceful silence returned as you lay together, Sock curling up at your feet. 

You two finished up pretty fast at the dealership. You settled on a car relatively quickly. And it was a nice one, something sleek and modern that felt like a good fit for both of you. Safe to say you were both pleased. 

Now getting back inside his old car, you were surprised that Alex insisted on driving. The ride back home was going to be long, but apparently not long enough for him to not wanna drive. 

About halfway through the trip, he caught you off guard by pulling off the road into a quiet, secluded field. Once he stopped and pulled the brake, he bent over to your side and kissed you. You giggled at his spontaneity.

“What are you doing?” you asked, still laughing as he kissed all over your face, holding your head in place with his arms.

“I think we should give my old ‘grandpa’ car a nice goodbye, don’t you?” he said with a grin, pulling you over his lap. You gasped at the sudden action, the tight space between the seats making it a bit challenging, but he was careful, making sure nothing got hurt in the process.

“Alex, we're in the middle of nowhere!” you exclaimed, half-laughing, half-mortified.

“Exactly,” he smirked, “No one’s around. It’s just us.” His hands moved to your waist, guiding you to straddle him. 

You settled onto his lap, the car's familiar scent mixing with his even more familiar one. He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming your back, pulling you closer. You could feel the heat radiating between you two, the confined space of the car adding to the excitement. He tugged at your shirt, lifting it over your head. And then his lips found yours again, more urgent this time, as if he couldn’t wait any longer. 

“Are you sure?” you whispered, feeling the anticipation build up inside you.

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “Yeah. I want to remember it for more than just going to work.”

You couldn't help but smile at his sentiment. His hands moved to unbutton his jeans, and you shifted to help him, the space cramped but manageable. The car's seats creaked under your movements, and the windows would’ve been fogging up from your heavy breathing and the sheer heat if they weren’t already open. Alex's hands slipped under your skirt, making you gasp against his mouth as he grabbed at you harshly.

“Thank god you wore a skirt.” he murmured, a grin tugging at his lips.

“You told me to wear it, remember?” you shot back, your breath hitching as he unhooked your bra.

“Mhmmm, lucky coincidence.” he whispered, his fingers deftly removing the garment. Your nipples brushed against his shirt, sending shivers down your spine.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” you asked, gasping as he left tiny bites on your shoulder.

“Maybe…Did I tell you I’ve been hard the whole way here?” he replied, his voice low and husky. “Let’s give it a proper farewell.” he murmured against your skin. 

Finally, with both of you ready, Alex guided you onto him, the sensation making you both moan in unison. You moved together, the rhythm slow at first, adjusting to the tight space. But soon, the urgency took over, and you rode him harder, the car rocking slightly with your movements.

His hands gripped your hips, his head falling back against the seat, eyes closed in pleasure. “God, you feel so good.” he groaned, his voice husky.

You leaned down, wanting to capture his lips in a kiss, but he stopped you by placing his fingers on your lips, slowly shoving two past them. He watched intently as you took them into your mouth. The image of your lips wrapped around his fingers fucked with his head so bad, and he didn’t even know why. Your plump, wet, and shiny lips, the feeling of your tongue moving under his digits. Fuck. Having your pretty little lips around his fingers while he pounded into you was something else.

He kept you in place by the hips, harshly thrusting deeper just to hear your cries over him, silently begging him to destroy you. His grip tightened as he continued to thrust harder, his breath ragged and his eyes fixed on your mouth, watching the way you took him everywhere.

“Fuckkk…” he groaned again, the sight of you driving him wild. You could feel him twitch inside you, the rhythm becoming more desperate. The mix of his fingers in your mouth and his cock inside you created an obscene sensation, pushing you both closer to the edge.

He spit onto his other hand, using it to rub your clit as you ground your hips into him. The added stimulation was all you needed. His fingers in your mouth, the drool dripping from the corners, and the way he touched you just right were too much. You came hard, your walls clenching around him, a muffled cry escaping as you bit down gently on his fingers.

The sight of you, utterly lost in pleasure, pushed him over the edge. He came deep inside you, his own moans mixing with yours. Finally, you leaned back, releasing his fingers from your mouth, both of you smiling at the intensity of the moment. Alex’s hands moved to gently caress your hips, his touch tender now,  

“That was…” you started, but words failed you.

“A perfect goodbye.” Alex finished for you, a satisfied smile on his lips.

You laughed softly, “Definitely unforgettable.” you agreed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He pulled you up just a bit, enough to slip out of you, quickly pulling your panties back in place to prevent his cum from dripping out. “Don’t wanna ruin the seats now.” he said, patting you gently over the material.

He opened the door and shifted to get out while also placing you in his seat. Adjusting himself back into place in his pants, he lit a cigarette. The sun was setting behind him, casting a warm glow that made him look almost ethereal. You wanted to capture it, to remember him like that forever. 

You remembered he probably had a camera stashed in the glove compartment and…Yes! There it was. You turned it on and turned back to him.

“I’m gonna miss this old thing.” he said with a smile, glancing around at the car, and you managed to capture it perfectly, right on time. He didn’t even notice until the bright flash went off, covering his face with his hand.

“Stoppp.” he said, and his undeniable smile was still visible no matter how hard he tried to hide.

You got out as well, and he helped you put your top back on, his fingers deftly working the buttons that got undone in the heat of the moment when he simply pulled it off. He brushed your hair back, his touch was gentle, and he leaned in to kiss you against the side of the car. When he pulled back, his eyes met yours, “I love you.” he whispered, his thumb brushing your cheek. 

He kissed you one last time before helping you back into the passenger seat. The drive home was filled with a comfortable silence, both of you lost in your thoughts, enjoying the lingering warmth of your impromptu ‘goodbye’.

a/n: i’m so attached to him…i don’t know what else to say, i hope you like it

tags: @4chaos @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @avxoxo1 @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @aacheinthejaw @hellcatshalalalaa @zayndrider @humbuginmybones @tedioepica

[mrshesh]

Okay, I've just watched King the land, and I saw this scene

Can you write a scenario (idk exactly what you write, feel free for this :D) where 141 boys+alejandro are talking with their partner while they're in the edge of a pool, and the boy enter it and take their partner in by the waist, ik kissing and cute stuff. I CAN'T TAKE THIS SCENE FROM MY MIND HELP ME PLEASE IT WAS TOO CUTE FOR ME UGHH

also, have a nice day and drink water, sorry for my poor english, I'm brazilian ♡♡

"you coming in?" - modern warfare 2 x reader

overview: the 141 + alejandro being affectionate with their s/o at the pool

pairing: the 141 + alejandro x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: hi anon! this scenario is the cutest - thanks for requesting it! i just had to see the scene for myself, and i know exactly why you can't stop thinking about it - it was adorable! i did make a little twist, i hope you don't mind - it's basically a bit more detailed and deep than just the pool scene, but the scene in itself is a big part of these headcanons! and your english is perfect babes, don't worry! i hope you love it.

It feels blue, serene, and calm - yet cold and lonely. The sapphire-colored water is hitting your shins continuously, yet it’s not aggressive or scary. It’s welcoming, ataractic, even. You sit unaccompanied on the pool’s edge, kicking your feet through the deep Adam’s ale. You sigh as you think of what would complete the calm inside you - him. You have no clue that he, however, is… 

x simon "ghost" riley

You have no clue that he, however, is staring at you as he rests his shoulder against the doorframe of your back door.  

You have been out there all alone for God knows how long, and he’s only seeing you now that he is home from work. He can feel his heart throb upon seeing you. Why are you out here all by yourself? 

He doesn’t break his silence. Instead, he simply walks up to you and sits beside you, dangling his feet in the blue water, matching you. Although he’s wearing jeans and a hoodie, he’s still accompanying your feet underwater with his own - always being his actions that speak out to you, are the loudest, and make your heart flutter the most. 

Your eyes meet his almost immediately, your lips curling into a small smile as he removes his mask. 

“I’ve missed you, Simon.” You grin, feeling his hand hesitantly brush against yours. His scarred face is tranquil, telling you he’s completely comfortable with you. It took time for you two to get to this point in your relationship - but you would do it again in a heartbeat if you had to.

With a tame smile, he lets his shaky hand rest on top of yours. “Why are you here all alone?” The concern in his voice is subtle, but you can smell it and touch it - you know he’s worried for you. 

“I guess I just got bored. I missed you a lot, you know?” You shrug, nodding softly to signal to him that you’re all right. “You need to be careful. What if you get hurt?” “I think I know my way around our pool, Simon. I’ll be fine.” Your tone is playful, masking the gut-wrenching feeling you can never get used to. You sigh, knowing that his worry for you can easily turn to agitation. 

Your gazes turn to the cold water both of your feet plopped into. The muteness between you two is comforting, but you can feel the tension in the air. You can’t help but worry for Simon. He’s a hard worker, a loving boyfriend, and a thoughtful soul, yet a broken one. 

“Why do I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me?” You break the silence, looking at Simon’s hand that sits cozily on top of yours. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” He quickly responds before he looks at you, his brown eyes softening immensely, sending chills down your spine. “I… I’ve just missed you.” 

His words hit you like a truck. It’s hard for him to express his gratitude and love for you, having built up several thick walls of stoicism and numbness to avoid all loving interactions. But now that he’s with you - comfortable, adored, and safe, he can tell you anything on his mind, breaking down each of his walls one at a time. 

“I’ve missed you, too.” You place a small peck on his cheek before your eyes dart to the water before you. 

“I kinda want to get in.” You sigh, changing the subject. It’s hard for Simon to talk about his feelings, hell, it’s hard for him to talk about himself, and you respect that. You’ll do anything in your power for him to feel content. 

“Why don’t you?” “I don’t know.” “What about if I get in with you?” Your head shoots in his direction with a wide grin, snickering as you scoot closer to him. “You’d do that for me?” “You’re actin’ like I’m not your boyfriend.” He rolls his eyes, making you chuckle even harder. “Well damn, sorry!” “Fuckin’ hell.” He takes a deep breath, sliding into the pool as you stare at him in shock. “So you were serious?” “Don’t be a pain in the ass and get in.” He shivers slightly at the feeling of the frigid water embracing his anatomy, wishing you’d come and hold him - you could make the Atlantic Ocean feel like a hot tub. “Can I prepare myself first?” You bite back your laugh, teasing him. 

Simon shakes his head in annoyance, grabbing your waist firmly and lifting you into the pool as you protest, you both laughing till the warmth inside you radiates off you. 

He holds you close, allowing you to wrap your legs and arms around him. Your forehead rests against his, noses and lips brushing past each other as your guys’ cheeks burn, almost stinging you. 

When you finally lower your lips onto his, you can practically feel your worries melt away, dripping down your body and into the water surrounding you, touching you, yet not absorbing into your skin. You feel complete, and so does he.

Simon’s heart aches when the delicate skin of your lips touches, almost like you’re covering an open wound of his that has blood gushing out of it, keeping him alive and secure. He needs you so, so badly. 

His wet hands travel up your back, gripping the soft skin of your shoulders to ensure you never let go. 

You share soft, innocent kisses, yet they’re desperate and hot, showing how much you yearn for each other. 

It’s nearly impossible to touch Simon's heart, to send shockwaves of heat and adoration through his body - yet you’ve managed to do exactly that, to the point where he finds himself kissing you while clothed in your shared pool. 

x john "soap" mactavish

You have no clue that he, however, is running to you with a huge smile, immediately wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he sways you side to side eagerly. 

“Hey, bonnie.” He whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek as you grip his arms, giggling excitedly at his impatience. “Hey. Is everything alright?” “Yeah, just happy to see ya.” 

You motion for him to sit down. He happily complies, taking your hand into his and rubbing small circles with his thumb into the soft skin of your palm. “What’re you doing out here?” “Just thinking.” You kick your feet ever so slightly, holding eye contact with John. 

“You seem tense.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. He knows you too well. 

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind lately. But I’ll be okay. I promise.” You close your eyes, the soothing feeling of his body against yours washing all your worries away like a downpour. “You can talk to me, bonnie.” His tone is extremely matter-of-factly, almost uncharacteristically so, making your eyes open to glare at him, punching his pecks playfully as you snicker. “Of course, I know I can. I just prefer to dwell on my sadness sometimes. You know, typical angst.” “Dark.” “I know.”

“But remember, I’m here for you when you need me.” He caresses your arm as you rest against him once more. “I know. And I appreciate it.” 

“I wanna swim.” You turn to the water, your hand reaching into it to let it glide between your fingers. It’s cold. “Let’s get in then, aye?” John hops into the pool, not bothering to change his everyday clothes, making your eyes widen. You try to get up when you realize what he’s doing, but you can’t. His strong grip on your waist is making it impossible. You’re both laughing like children, with you struggling against his grip and him carrying you into the water. “Ain’t this what you wanted, bonnie?” “Johnny!” 

When you’re finally in the water, you hug him close to you, trying to generate heat between you. You press your cheek against his cheek, shivering while chuckling. Meanwhile, John’s having the time of his life. He’s laughing smugly, holding you up by the back of your thighs as he allows you to snuggle into him. 

“I think I know how to warm you up.” “Well, how about you tell me then?” You jolt slightly at the chill running down your spine, hugging him even harder. 

His hand reaches the back of your head, pressing your lips against his, making you yelp in surprise. 

When your smiles connect, your teeth clank slightly, making you both snort before you continue sharing sloppy, clumsy kisses. 

It’s almost as if the cold, wintry water instantly turns into a hot spring, all of your skin from the top of your head to the tip of your toes thawing up. 

He breaks the kiss sooner than you both want, staring into your eyes as his hand slides down your back again. “I was right, wasn’t I?” “Just kiss me again.” 

x kyle "gaz" garrick

You have no clue that he, however, is looking for you, walking around your shared home while calling out your name. Where even are you? He doesn’t think to check the backyard, the image of the patio and pool abandoning his mind. 

When you hear your name coming from a familiar voice, you immediately look over your shoulder, trying to see if Kyle is at the door to your backyard. “I’m here!” You mindlessly say, not knowing what he wants just yet. 

When he hears your faint voice in the distance, he speedwalks outside, sitting beside you unquestioningly and dangling his legs into the water. “What’s up?” You ask, grabbing his thigh playfully. “Tch.” He smirks, matching your energy. He returns the grab, running his hand up and down the fabric of your clothes on your leg. “I’ve been looking for you.” “I know. What’s up?” “I’ve just been missin’ you.” “I’ve missed you too, pretty boy.”

He kisses you softly, making his heart flutter, like he didn’t just run around looking for you. (Just picture him jogging around your house like: “Babe?” “Babe??” “Baby?” Ugh, the cutest ☹️)

When he pulls away, you two are giggling and looking at each other, still caressing one another with hearts for eyes. “You should’ve told me you’re out here.” He boops your nose, making you chuckle even more. “I just thought I’d come and sit here for a little. The water is weirdly relaxing.” “It’s cold.” 

“We don’t nearly use this pool enough,” Kyle continues, his linen shorts not touching the water yet. It’s as if he’s eager to jump in and hesitant simultaneously. “Wanna get in?” You suggest, making his gaze turn to you once again. “Let’s not even change. Let’s just get in.” You smirk, making him giggle. “It’s cold as shit, babe.” “So?” 

That one word makes him return the smirk - he could never say no to you. 

He gets in the pool, only to turn around immediately, picking you up by your waist and lowering you into the frigid water. Your giggles are cut short by a shiver, hugging him close to you to feel less frostbitten. He chuckles, his hand coming up to the back of your head, holding you so you warm up. He hates seeing you uncomfortable, but your shuddering in his arms heats his heart. He wants to protect, love, and care for you - you’re so precious to him. “Told you.” “Shut up, Kyle.”

You wiggle in his grip, trying to create friction between you to stay heated. “I hate to admit it, but it is colder than I thought…” “I’m doing pretty okay, actually.” “Okay, no one asked.” 

You laugh brightly, hugging each other as if your lives depend on it. Kyle looks you in your eyes, his gaze darting to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asks tamely, not wanting to overstep any boundaries of yours. He has made it into a habit to ask. “Yeah… of course, you can.”

With that, his lips are all over yours, kissing you sweetly as you shiver from the coldness of the Adam’s Ale. His touch is dove-like, as gentle as it can be, showing you how much he cares about you, despite his teasing.  “Still cold?” “Just… be quiet.” 

In truth, Kyle is colder than you are. His hands tremble from the chill of the water that hugs you both, but he pretends to be sweltering just so he can take care of you and your needs - your chilly body. 

The worst part is that it’s working. You have no clue how utterly icy Kyle feels - but he doesn’t mind. As long as his remaining heat transports to your body, he’s content.

x john price

You have no clue that he, however, is already walking toward you, smoking his cigar as his heavy footsteps approach you. 

He has been worried about you. John has noticed that you’ve been acting atypical lately. You’ve been quiet, distant, and on ice. He has no clue what could be bothering you so profoundly, and quite frankly, he’s frightened - worried for you. 

“Been lookin’ for you.” You look up at him for a second when the soundwaves of his voice reach your ears, giving him a tiny grin. “Hi.” You simply say. He’s standing behind you, taking a drag of his cigar. “You’ve been off lately.” He confronts, not wasting a second to get to the bottom of your worries. 

You look back at the pool, blinking. “Hey, talk to me.” He sits down next to you, dipping his feet into the water. “What’s wrong, doll?” 

“Nothing’s wrong, John.” You look at the man next to you, the man you’ve oathed to never lie to, the man you love the most. There’s no convincing him that you’re okay - he knows you inside and out. “Is there a reason you’re lying to me?” He quickly calls you out, erupting a small chuckle from you. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” “Never.” 

“I don’t know. I’d rather not talk about it.” You sigh, kicking your feet in the pool. “Sweetheart, whatever it is, you shouldn’t carry this on your own.” He persists. He wants to respect your boundaries, but when he sees how much this has affected you, he can’t. He needs to help you. “I promise, John. I’m fine.” “You’re not.” 

“Fine.” You say after a couple of seconds of excruciating silence. “I’ve been feeling down. My stress has been getting to me. I’m trying to find a way to calm down, but I feel helpless. Nothing is working.” You vent, resting your head on his shoulder. “Sweetheart…” He caresses your hair, letting you melt into him. “Thank you for telling me.” He starts, readying himself to give you some words of wisdom, but you cut him off, foreshadowing him spewing his advice. “And as much as I appreciate your advice, I don’t want it.” You relax into him. “I see.” 

Your attention turns to the water before you. “I think I’m going for a swim.” “I’m swimming with you.” John almost instantly says, making you sit up straight and stare at him with a small smile. “Really?” “Really.” “You never swim with me.” “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you alone when you’re clearly in need of comfort.” He puts his cigar out on the ground, throwing it off to the side. 

You blush instantaneously. “Alright, I’ll change quickly.” You start standing up, but John holds you firmly in place. “No need.” He smiles at you, hopping into the pool with his clothes on. He turns to you, holding his arms out for you to grab onto. “Hop in, doll.” “I don’t know, John…” “Oh, come on, don’t be silly.” He chuckles, grabbing your waist gently, giving you a questioning look, almost telepathically asking if you’re okay with this. You giggle, easing into his arms. “Fine.”

When you give him the green light, he wastes no time. He picks you up, lowering you into the pool and hoisting you in his arms. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, feeling your legs wrap around his waist. “I’m okay… it’s a little cold, though.” “Let’s get you warmed up, then.” 

He quickly brings his lips to yours, capturing them in a comforting kiss, holding you to ensure you don’t let go of him. Your worries are slowly fading, the memory of them in your brain clouding. You cup his cheeks hesitantly, letting yourself get loose. He knows you too well - this is just what you need. 

Your heart feels full, and you feel content. You know that John also feels satisfied. He’s happy knowing that he can be of comfort to you. You’re so special to him - how can’t he be joyful knowing you feel safe with him?

You continue kissing passionately yet smoothly. It’s not rushed, taking your time with each other, allowing you to let one another into your embrace. Even though you’ve been with John for a while, you’re still cautious with each other, showing you how much you care about one and all. 

You’ve never felt more stress-free. You’ve got John holding you, kissing you lovingly as he hugs you, his strong arms pushing you against him. The content of the pool makes you feel weightless, mimicking the zero-gravity properties of space. What more could you ask for? 

x alejandro vargas

You have no clue that he, however, is in the kitchen, cooking for you as you sit outside, pondering what you should do to get your mind out of the frenzy it’s in. You know Alejandro is inside, but you don’t feel like joining him. The pool is enough to get you to settle down a little, but you still feel lost. 

Alejandro soon walks out to the backyard, making his way to you. He can sense the worry oozing out of you - it’s natural for him. He knows you inside and out. 

“Mi vida, food’s ready. Are you coming?” He asks, bending down till he’s at eye-level with you. “Yeah… just give me a second. I’ll be right there.” You smile at him, caressing his cheek. He can sense a tinge of sadness behind your smile, making him frown. “Are you okay?” “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.” “You’re lying.” 

He immediately sits down and wraps his arms around you, dipping his feet into the water. “What’s wrong, cariño?” He kisses your temple, making you melt. 

“I’ve just been feeling so overwhelmed… and I don’t want to put that burden on you since you work so hard and have problems of your own.” 

Alejandro feels his heart burst. He had no clue you feel this horrible. “Mi vida… your feelings are not a burden.” He hugs you tightly, kissing your forehead sweetly. “Look at me.” He says, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. “You’re so important to me, corazón. You should’ve talked to me.” His eyes lock with yours. Trying to look away is out of the question - he’s got you in a trance with his gaze. “I know I should’ve. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. Let’s get you cheered up instead, yeah? Are you hungry?” He smiles, rubbing your chin with his thumb. You get an idea.

“Can you get in with me?” You shoot the pool a glance and then look back at Alejandro with a devious smile painted across your face. “That would make me happy.” 

His eyes widen before his smile matches yours. You’re so unpredictable at times. He loves that about you. “Of course, I’ll get in with you, cariño.” He chuckles, tucking a hair behind your ear. “There’s that smile I love so much. Come on, amor, I’ll carry you in.” He gets in, catching you by surprise. You didn’t expect him to get in fully clothed - but it makes you the happiest you’ve been in a while. 

He gently grabs you by your waist, pulling you close to him so the feeling of the water around you is less intense. You’re feeling overwhelmed, after all - you don’t need any more unnecessary discomfort. 

“Feeling okay?” He asks, kissing you softly on your lips and caressing your back gently. “Yeah. I feel great. Thank you.” “Of course, mi vida. You know you can always talk to me. Your struggles are my struggles. Your triumphs are my triumphs.” His hand finds the back of your head, pulling you in close. “I’ve got you.” He whispers before kissing you again, taking in your scent and touch. He feels so alive. 

You, on the other hand, feel tranquil - you’ve been yearning for this feeling. Your body is relaxing, melting into Alejandro the longer he holds you. It’s like your bodies are colliding into one. His heartbeat matches yours, making you feel intact. 

He holds a special place in your heart.

so sorry for the wait, beautiful! i hope it was worth it.

[cordeliawhohung]

If you’re still doing requests can I get some Simon/Spook fluff? Like sitting on the tub together him just there with knees bent, her between them laid back against him, maybe dozing, and his personal thoughts about it (it being the entire relationship/feelings) I’d LOVE if it was post Everything You Touch (like if she survives and is healed) and his thoughts on that situation. But doesn’t have to be canon to the actual fic as I’m sure you don’t want spoil it. Listen I’d write this FOR you, but I don’t have the courage to ask you for permission to.

okay so, apologies this took awhile to get out. you sent in this request as i writing a very similar scene for the actual story and i was like welp al;sdkjf but now that i'm extremely sick i got the time to sit down and write :3 so in this non-canon little drabble, spook was never seriously injured and is in a bit better head space than canon story just because i wanted to try and keep this as soft and fluffy as possible for you <3 also because y'all deserve some fluff after all the hurt. (also i am like SICK sick and i did my best to edit but apologies if this is a jumbled mess)

wc: 1k

Warm water enveloped his body as best as it could in the small tub Simon found himself shoved into. Legs bent and knees several inches above water, he was honestly a bit cold, especially with the icy surface of the tile against his back. But he would face the freezing cold and more if it meant he got to hold you like that forever. With you nestled between his legs, your back pressed right up against his chest as you leaned your weight into him, trusting him enough to not let you slide down into the water. Not that you really had much room to do so, anyway, with how you had to keep your own legs bent to accommodate all the room he took up. 

How long had it been since he was last able to hold you like that? A time that wasn’t in some taunting dream that haunted him over the countless sleepless nights he had suffered over the last month? When was the last time he could let his fingertips wander over your body, feeling the goosebumps as they stood up along your skin in his wake? He had spent so much time trying to remember the sound your heart made when it thudded in your chest that he almost didn’t think about how he might not ever get to hear it again. 

Simon leaned forward some, arms wrapping around your center as he pulled you closer to him. It was like he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were nestled in the strict confines of his ribcage, and even then he wasn’t too sure. Melting into him, your hands reached up to rest on his arms, almost as if giving him permission to devour you. But he would never do such a thing, and instead, he pressed his lips gently against the back of your head before allowing himself to settle down once more. 

“You’re so comfy,” you spoke up, quiet voice echoing off of the smooth bathroom walls. 

“Not gonna fall asleep on me are ya, sweetheart?” he teased softly. 

“I might.” 

And that would be fine, he thought. He hadn’t been blind to the difficulties you had sleeping those nights. You were lucky if you were able to fall asleep before two in the morning, and even luckier if you didn’t wake up a few hours later in a cold sweat. Sometimes he was afraid to touch you in those moments, fearing he’d wake you; break you. But then? With the water washing away the stench and the filth of everything the two of you had endured, it was like being reborn. There was something to be said about being made anew while holding you in his arms. Maybe in time he’d find the words. 

“Sure you don’t want to wash up first?” he prompted, though he didn’t dare move an inch. 

“Yeah,” you said softly, eyes long since closed. 

“The water’ll get cold.” 

“You’ll keep me warm.”

He would. He’d set himself on fire if it kept your fingers from going stiff. And though flames were nice, nothing was quite as warm as flesh blood, and he’d pour every drop out of himself if you asked him to. How maddening it was, knowing he’d destroy himself for you. 

Simon continued to hold you as he listened to your breaths slow and body go limp. If you weren’t already asleep, you were damn close to it. It was as his skin started to prune that he realized he wanted to grow old with you; if a man like him would ever have the opportunity to, anyway. There was something that was healing about your presence, something he couldn’t place for the longest time. Eventually he realized it was purpose. 

You gave him a purpose that wasn’t bloody. One that didn’t involve guns or knives and skinning humans as if they were livestock. All you required of him was the softest touch he could muster, and the press of his lips against your skin. You were the first thing in his life that didn’t demand his violence, and yet also the first thing he’d glady turn into a monster for if it meant keeping you safe. 

Suddenly, your body jerked, and the bathwater splashed around with your movement. His arms tightened around you as you let out a sharp sigh before quickly relaxing again. 

“I fell,” you said simply. 

“Fell?” he repeated. 

“Yeah, like… you know when you’re falling asleep, and it feels like you’re falling through the bed?” you asked, to which he hummed in response. “I fell.” 

“Good thing I was here to catch you.”

He could feel you roll your eyes in response to him, but even if he couldn’t see your face he knew you smiled. Before you could say anything snarky in response, he leaned down and kissed your shoulder. 

“C’mon,” he urged, “starting to prune.” 

Before you knew it, he had dried you off and gotten you dressed in the most comfortable pajamas he could find before wrapping you in as many blankets as your body could handle. It didn’t take you long to fall back asleep, face relaxed as your shoulders moved with your soft breathing. 

He couldn’t help but stand at the foot of the bed and watch you for a moment. His eyes traced the features of your face, how your eyelids intermittently fluttered, how your lips slightly parted. You were all his. His to cherish, love, protect. Every time he looked at you there was this feeling that blossomed in his stomach, a question that bubbled in the back of his throat, something that he wasn’t sure he should entertain quite yet. 

For the time being, he settled for sliding into bed next to you. His warmth enveloped you better than any blanket could, and the security of his body was more comforting than anything else you could ever imagine. As the two of you laid there, minds slowly beginning to wander into a fuzzy world, Simon promised himself he wasn’t ever going to let go of you again. 

[eyesofshinigami]

Take A Leap (Someone Will Catch You)

Rating: T

CW: None

Tags: Pre-relationship, Wayne POV, fluff, mentions of Eddie's bad parents, mentions of Steve's bad parents, Supportive Wayne Munson

Prompt: From @unclewaynemunson "Love is being terrified but not letting that stop you from taking a leap"

WC: 1742 (this one got away from me a little!)

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 3

Wayne knows his boy is a runner. It may not always look like his feet hitting the pavement, but it’s running just the same. Eddie runs away from his problems with a smirk and a joint, just as much as the sound of his tires squealing against the road. Wayne figures it’s why Eddie doesn’t try in school even though the boy is smart as a whip. It’s probably why he spends so much time noodling around on his guitar, or building the fantasy world that him and those kids get lost in for hours on end.

He doesn’t hold it against him, not one bit. Al Munson was the same, so was Lilah. Al ran from his responsibilities and ended himself up in prison, and Lilah ran away from the trouble Al brought her by curling up in the bottom of a whiskey bottle. It’s all they knew, all they’d been taught. That’s why Wayne didn’t bat an eye when Eddie ran away not long after he showed up on Wayne’s doorstep, small and angry and so full of hurt that Wayne thought he looked too much like an animal backed into a corner.

Wayne just had to show Eddie he wasn’t going to run. Eddie was his boy, the kid he never thought he’d had but he sure was glad he does now.

--

Wayne nearly fell out of his boots when he heard the story of what happened to Eddie, about how his boy stood up between the devil and his friends and he didn’t run. Not because he thought Eddie wasn’t capable of something like that, god knows the kid has heart too big for his chest, but Wayne’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact that it’s the Harrington kid telling him this story. The boy’s looking at Wayne with stars and pain in his eyes in equal parts as he tells Wayne exactly why Eddie’s lying in a hospital bed, looking like he was chewed up one side and down the other.

“Eddie’s the bravest guy I know, Mr. Munson. He didn’t deserve what happened to him, but don’t worry. Hopper and Dr Owens are going to take care of it all. You don’t have to worry about any of it.”

Harrington doesn’t look much better, the angry scar around his neck and the bandages wrapped around his torso where his scrub top creeps up. It makes Wayne angry, because as much as he’s not fond of Harrington Senior, there’s no reason this kid should look like this. Not to mention, his parents are notably absent and Harrington is just… hanging around in Eddie’s room.

It would make him wary, except he doesn’t miss the look in Harrington’s eye ever time he glances over at Eddie in the bed. There’s something there, but he can’t put his finger on it. It’ll come to him, he’s sure.

--

Eddie wakes up two days later, with Steve holding one hand and Wayne holding the other, and he looks like he’s confused. “Where the fuck am I?” he whispers, voice harsh and gritty.

“The hospital. I dragged your sorry ass out of the Upside Down. I told you not to be a hero, Munson,” Steve complains, but there’s no heat behind it. His fingers are curled around Eddie’s and Wayne can see the way the boy is shaking.

Eddie scoffs, but tucks his face into his shoulder. “Just taking a page out of your book, big boy. What can I say, I was inspired.”

Oh. Oh. Wayne knows that look. He’s seen Eddie lovesick before, even if his boy buried it under half-baked lyrics and hid it in those stories he writes. He doesn’t miss the way his cheeks pink and he bites his lip.

He’d almost worry, but he hasn’t missed the way Steve has sat by Eddie’s bedside, how he’s taken the time to talk Wayne through the mess of Hawkins and how Eddie got caught up in it. He’s seen the soft look on Steve’s face, the way his thumb traced over the skin of Eddie’s fingers as he held his hand tight.

“You’re an idiot.” Steve sounds so fond, it makes Wayne smile. He sees the moment their eyes meet, can practically see the hearts twirling around their heads like some kind of Looney Tunes cartoon.

But, he knows his boy. It’s why he’s not surprised when Eddie pulls back, starts to tuck into himself like a pill bug. He knows this look too, the one right before Eddie’s sprinting in the other direction. Steve must know it too, judging by the way his face falls and he starts to frown as he gets to his feet.

“I’m glad you’re awake, Eddie. I’m going to go check on Max, give you two some time to catch up.”  And with that, Steve’s out the door and Wayne sees the way Eddie’s face twists into something like a frown, like he’s in pain.

Wayne gives him all of one minute before he says, “Boy, I thought you were smarter than that.”

Eddie jolts. “What?”

Wayne lets out a sigh. “You heard me, boy. You’re gonna tell me that you stood between the devil and your friends and now you’re gonna lose that spine?” It’s none of his business, he’s sure, but Wayne sees it. He’s talked with Steve enough to know that some kind of seed between them has been planted, and he’s not going to let Eddie yank it up by the roots because of whatever idea he’s got in his head. It’s some kind of Munson curse, thinking that they don’t deserve the things they have so they find a way to run away from it. Eddie’s better than most, but Wayne’s not having it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Eddie grumps, but the red in his cheeks gives him away. They stare at each other for a long moment until Eddie deflates. “It’s not like that, Wayne. He’s… not like that.” Not like me. “It could be something good, what we have. I don’t want to fuck it up by making it into something it’s not.”

Maybe, maybe not, but Wayne’s no fool. He’s seen the way Steve looks at Eddie, the tender way he touched him while he slept. The way that Steve slept hunched over Eddie’s bedside like some kind of sentinel, only leaving when Wayne told him to take a breather. Wayne’s never been a gambling man, but he’d put good money down on the fact that it appears mighty close to being like that.

“Boy, let me tell you something. Love is scary. Love is being so goddamn terrified but not letting that stop you from loving someone enough to take a leap. You love that racket you listen to even though no one else does. You love that game and those kids you play with even when you know it can make the roof crash down on your head. And it did.” Wayne pauses to give him a look. He wouldn’t push if he thought he was wrong. But he’s loved this kid since he showed on his doorstep, full of piss and vinegar, and he was terrified that he was going to fuck him up more than his daddy did because Wayne didn’t know anything about raising a kid. “And I’m telling you, I’d bet my last dollar bill that Harrington feels the same way you do right now, scared he was going to lose you and scared you don’t feel the way he does.” Steve had said as much, in not so many words, when he thought Wayne was sleeping one night. “You didn’t run from hell, kid. Don’t run from this either.”

He watches Eddie stare at him in shock. He almost feels like he needs to make sure he was speaking English, or whatever happened to Eddie hadn’t affected his brain at all. “He said that?” is what Eddie manages to say.

Wayne rolls his eyes. “He’s been here since before I got here. He hasn’t left your side but maybe a couple of times to go check on that Max girl from next door. If it ain’t love, kid, I don’t know what it is.”

Eddie looks like he wants to argue, but he chews on his lip instead. Good. Give the kid something to think about. “And if you’re worried about what I’m gonna think because you’re both boys, you can stop right here. Doesn’t matter to me what pieces and parts you have, as long as you’re good to each other.”

Eddie’s eyes fill with tears and he reaches up to pull his hair over his face, the way he’s done since he was eleven years old and overwhelmed with what Wayne tried to offer him. “Thanks, Wayne. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

“See that you do. Now, tell me all about this guitar solo of yours. Steve couldn’t shut up about it.”

--

Wayne had stepped out for a smoke, taking a moment outside to breathe so he stopped feeling so trapped by the white walls of his boy’s hospital room. It’s a nice evening, the moon shining full. Steve had stopped by with some sort of casserole, courtesy of Dustin’s mama, and Eddie had squawked in pleasure and made grabby hands at the dish. Wayne took that as his cue to step out.

He crushes the butt beneath his boot and tucks it back into his pack of cigarettes. He lets out a sigh and starts heading back up the stairs towards Eddie’s room.

It’s quiet when he opens the door, starting when he realizes what he’s seeing. Both boys are fast asleep, curled around each other as much as they can with Eddie’s wires and cords still attached to his hand. Eddie’s tucked into Steve’s chest and Steve’s hair is wrapped tight into Eddie’s curls, still tucked between Eddie and the door like he’s a barrier so the world can’t get him. Their lips are both a bit pink and swollen, and Wayne would be a right fool if he couldn’t put two and two together. It makes him smile, knowing he was right. All they needed to do was take that leap.

He closes the door with a quiet click. He can come back in the morning. Steve’s got Eddie, and Eddie’s got Steve. And he hopes it’s for a long, long time.

[lazycats-stuff]

Hii, can I request a follow up from the secret weapon!reader? Yk the one where they didn’t know much about his past but than find out because of the scars? Can you do one where during a mission they come across his father? Maybe his father is trying to kidnap him or manipulate him into working for him again?

Sure thing! It feels like I never closed my requests. Okay, lets hurt my baby. This gif is too cute. Batfamily & male!reader - part 1

Summary: (Y/N) is still recovering from telling everyone his past. Everything goes wrong on a mission.

Warnings: attempted kidnapping, fluff, angst, boys love their brother,

(Y/N) was still recovering from the attack. He wasn't still cleared to go out on the field and to Bruce, patrol was still of limits. Bruce started looking for (Y/N)'s father, just ready to bring him down. He wasn't a threat like Ra's al Ghul, but he still was a threat if he did this to children?

Bruce was still shuddering at the thought of those scars. No child should go through that. Not even Ra's al Ghul was so harsh with his punishments. He looked at the time on the Batcomputer.

He really needed to take a break. Despite the fact that there was an upcoming mission and the amount of things he had to go over with his kids, but he knew that he had to take a break. He promised to (Y/N) that he would take breaks.

He stood up from the chair, putting it back into his place. He sighed as he rubbed his face. (Y/N) was right. Breaks were a great idea. He needs to get Tim on board too.

He got back on ground level, looking for some coffee. He stopped by the living room, smiling at the sight of (Y/N) napping with Jason on the couch. The couch wasn't small by any means, but they still squeezed on it.

(Y/N) was worried about how he was going to get treated after he told them the news, but his brothers didn't care about it. They cared for him none the less. After they talked about it, (Y/N) opened up a lot and they discovered that he was a tactile person.

His love language was psychical touch. They were happy to see (Y/N) more open and it seemed like a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders.

Bruce also talked to (Y/N) about going to a therapist. He talked to Black Canary and she was more than happy to help (Y/N) talk out his trauma and what he has been through. (Y/N) said that he wanted to wait and Bruce agreed with him.

It's not good to force him. (Y/N) will go when he wants to go. Black Canary also said that he shouldn't force him to go.

Batman looked at his sons who were getting ready for the mission. (Y/N) was cleared by Alfred and (Y/N) was finally happy to get out on the field. The boys were happy too, just ready to get back into the grove.

Everything is fine now and more importantly, everything was normal now.

Bruce was a little bit worried about this mission. It was to infiltrate a base that was under the League of Light. They had a plan to get intel and destroy whatever weapons there are. They had some intel that there was Venom, but they didn't know how much.

So there was a chance that Bane could be there. That was one thing that worried Bruce about the mission, but other than that, everything was fine. The Justice League was going to back them up, with Wonder Woman and Superman coming to help them.

Bruce didn't need to say that this was a undercover and covert mission. Once Bruce briefed everyone and made sure that everyone knew what to do and how to do it, they got on the plane without Superman.

But Bruce was a little bit worried about this mission. There was something about this that he had a bad feeling about. Sure, it was the Light and they were dangerous, but there was something more to it.

Bruce couldn't pinpoint it and he hated it. His boys were sleeping at the back, since the base was at a very remote island. He glanced at (Y/N) who was sleeping on Jason's shoulder.

Wonder Woman turned to him, eyes moving to see where he was looking.

" Tell me, what's bothering you? " Wonder Woman said, seeing that Bruce was bothered by something. Only years of working together will give you an ability to see if something was wrong with Bruce.

" I have a bad feeling about this mission. There is something about it that I can't pinpoint. "

" Could it be with the Light? Something about them? " Wonder Woman tried.

" It could be. But I feel like there is more. I still don't know what. " Bruce admitted, turning his head to look forward.

" I have no doubts that we are going to find out. But I know we are going to be fine. Your sons are going to be fine with you watching over them. "

Bruce nodded, seeing that they were getting closer. He unbuckled his belt and stood up, moving to the back of the plane to wake his sons up. He shook them awake and they all groggily woke up.

" Come on, we are almost here. " Bruce declared, moving back to the front. He heard some mumbling from his sons. They were clearly tired, but the adrenaline would get them going.

After a few minutes, they left the plane. It was eerily quiet on the island and dark. (Y/N) looked around. It was a tropical island, but there was something off. (Y/N) looked around a little bit.

Why was this island so familiar to him?

(Y/N) walked up to Bruce and Bruce leaned down, seeing the discomfort on his face.

" What's wrong? " Bruce whispered into (Y/N)'s ear.

" I feel like I've been here. It looks familiar. " (Y/N) whispered back and Bruce patted his back. (Y/N) was most definitely going with him.

" Alright, we are going to split into teams of two. (Y/N) is with me, Jason is with Wonder Woman, Damian is with Superman and Tim and Dick, you two are on your own. " Batman said and everyone nodded.

" Lets go. "

They moved quietly and they surrounded the base. They took out a few guards and Batman made sure that (Y/N) was near him all the time. Either next to him or behind him. Bruce hacked into the room and they saw a man whose back were turned to them.

" Hello son. "

Bruce's eyes widened, before collecting himself and running towards the man, ready to bring him down. Deathstroke had a completely other idea. Roped wrapped himself around Batman's ankle and he was sent backwards.

(Y/N) was shocked by it. He didn't hear a thing. His father finally turned around and (Y/N) remembered everything he went through.

" The traitor is finally here. " He said, making (Y/N) clench his fists.

" And the bastard is here. " (Y/N) replied.

" (Y/N) we are going to be at your location in a few minutes. Stay put." Jason said to (Y/N) through the earpiece.

" Do you really think that they are your family? I am your family. " His father has said, making (Y/N) see red.

" They are my family! They don't torture me like you do! " (Y/N) yelled at him.

" I have seen you fight. You got sloppier. We need to change that. "

(Y/N) didn't have time to blink before his father jumped at him. (Y/N) wasn't going to go down with out a fight. No way in hell. (Y/N) groaned when he was slammed into the wall. His head was hit too and his vision swam a little. He was thrown across the room in the next moment.

He saw something as his father was taking something from his pocket. A syringe. (Y/N) was about to get up to fight once more. Jason blow up a wall and jumped at (Y/N)'s father. He was insulting him with curses and insults that (Y/N) has never heard before.

Batman came in quickly, knocking (Y/N)'s father out. He was breathing heavily, clearly angry. He took a deep breath to calm down. (Y/N) was still on the ground, trying to get up.

Bruce quickly helped him up and hugged him tightly. (Y/N) returned the hug. His father was going away for a long time. Bruce was going to make sure that he did. No matter how many strings and favors he had to pull and get, he was going to put him away for life.

[hoeforhao]

Chipmunk Cheeks 🍥🧁🍡🍧|| Joshua Oneshot ||

ꔫ pairing: husband!joshua × wife!reader

ꔫ summary: your arranged husband takes care of you in your period pain.

ꔫ genre: pure fluff,mentions of blood and pain, reader sort of has body dysmorphia

ꔫ series: svt as boyfriends

ꔫ author's note: walking into the traffic if i don't find myself a joshua hong cuz am dying from period cramps atm!!

Masterlist

Marriage was never on your book of life and wouldn't ever be your cup of ale. Did your parents know this since the very beginning? Yes! Yet they absolutely went out of their capacity to defy your choices and arrange your betrothal to none other than the Hong Joshua.

Mrs Hong was your mother's colleague, more specifically her best gossip buddy. They were literally known as the gadgets of their office. And when both the women saw that their little ones are getting old with no potential chance of finding their partners by themselves, they settled upon the dreaded agreement.

All your pleas about not wanting to get married to someone you have barely had three to four conversations with, someone whose entire personality, preferences literally everything was unknown to you, were completely left unheard by your parents. Apparently they wanted their daughter to have a "secured future". Literal BULLSHIT.

The most terrifying day of your life was just two weeks ago and here you lay whimpering in pain on the bed of someone you've barely spoken to or looked at since the wedding.

"What a nice time for you to pay your visit, you bastard" you internally curse at your periods.

Yes you're basically dying from period cramps. You didn't know where the nearby medical shop was around here neither did you've the energy to go downstairs and get yourself a hot pack. You were quite literally awaiting your death from organ crumbling pain in your ''husband's room". Too dramatic for just period cramps? Yes! But why react to anything normally when you've the option to absolutely lose your mind over it.

You were so damn lost in your nonsense rantings to the walls of your room, that you failed to register joshua being back from work already.

Finding the house engulfed in absolute silence made his nerves falter for a moment. Usually it would either be filled with loud tv noises of you watching cinnamoroll on the couch or clanking of the utensils as you baked yourself another new dessert recipe.

He quickly throws his coat over the armrest and hops towards your room with those little bunny legs of his ; only to find you completely curled up like a boba ball under the blankets as small painful moans echoed through the walls.

"Y/n, w-what's wrong?" you jolt up from your little coocon as Joshua's warm hands grazes against your forehead.

"Are you okay? You don't seem to have a fever. Did you've a bad day? Did anyone make you cry? Are you missing your parents? If so let's go to their place right now" he grabs your arm gently to pull you out of the bed.

"Would you let me answer or just assume things by yourself Josh!" you unwrap your hands from his while literally burning holes into his face.

"Y-yeah sorry. I was just wo- umm worried." his face hangs low from embarrassment or maybe even a bit of hurt? Not being able to understand what's bothering his wife.

"It's okay. I was j-just having really bad p-period cramps" your face now starts turning crimson, not because talking about periods with a man makes you uncomfortable but because it was h-him...your 'arranged husband'.

"Oh my god Y/n why didn't you call me!!!! I would've run back home from office immediately and brought you treats. Did you eat anything? Where is your hotbag!! Goddamn girl why aren't you taking care of yourself" you wonder if joshua participated in speed talking competitions earlier judging his ability to blurt out sentences without a single pause.

"Calm down Mr Bunny Teeth!!! It's nothing special. I've these every month. The pain will ease out gradually." you nod at him trying to reassure the man that you're infact, not dying.

"No no no way you can talk this so lightly!!! What if you burst from the pain huh! I can't clean up a bloody mess. Hell No" Joshua's last remarks ends up earning him a hard smack from you, making both you chuckle lightly. Dang your husband was even more dramatic than you!

"No seriously tho, you need to take care and pamper yourself during these days. Wait I'll get you some treats" he stands up from the end of your bed to leave towards the kitchen when your arms grabs his from the back.

"I-i don't e-eat sweets or rather I umm can't" your face droops low trying to fight the stray tear making its way onto your lap.

Joshua turns towards you in a swish and bends down to the floor, not caring about bruising his knees on the cold marble; both of his palms reaching to cup your cheeks.

"Why y/n?" a two word sentence was enough to make you break down into a crying mess.

"I - i was a-always told that I'm f-fat and s-so i stopped e-eating my favorite food w-which was s-sweets" you were talking like a five year old, words mixed up with your sobbing and face stained with snot and tears at the same time.

Joshua's firm hands gently grazed over your face as he wiped the mess off of it with his satin white shirt, while the other refused to leave your cheeks.

"You will eat as many sweets as you want love, as you buckets of ice cream you wanna feast on. And I'll be sitting right here infront of you so that each time you think about stopping yourself because of what the world thinks, your face will be planted with a kiss." you've turned completely red by the choice of his last word, the pain in your belly now mixed with a tingling sensation.

"You are perfect the way you're y/n! I can't even imagine a single milligram of you leaving this world. Like omg just think what a great loss will this universe face then!!! I want to see you eat to your heart's content, enjoy each and every meal. Do you even know how bright that smile of your glares when you munch on your food like a happy raccoon, cheeks stuffed up like a smol little chipmunk."

"S-shua you-"

"Sshh! No more words love. Sit here 'til I bring all the food from downstairs and then we'll sit together and watch sanrio, okay chipmunk?" Joshua's slender fingers draw against your lips, sending a flutter of butterflies all over your bones.

Sitting on the bed like an obedient wife you wait for him to arrange a literal feast of sweet treats infront of you, alongside tucking you into the duvet with the hot bag on your belly, making a literal cinnamon roll out of you ; wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your head now rests on his, taking in the sweet scent of his lilac cologne as you two draw yourselves into solace while watching tv together.

"Marriage isn't that scary afterall"

[mondaymelon]

bring me home (al haitham x gn! reader)

warnings! slight suggestive content, alcohol, fluff

(a/n) first post on tumblr! enjoy <3

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Kaveh glanced at you through half-slitted eyes, obviously drunk. "And have I even told you about that time Al Haitham kicked me out of the house? He..." Kaveh paused, taking another sip of his drink. "He even stole my keys...! How could anyone like someone as rude as him?? Ugh..." The blonde sighed dramatically, hiccuping. He had invited you out to drinks after discovering that the two of you used to be in the same academia class, not knowing much else about you.

"Rude...?" You took a gulp of your own drink, letting the alcohol's warm feeling wash over you. You absentmindedly shook your head, shrugging. "I wouldn't say that."

"Say what?" Suddenly there's a voice behind you, a firm hand gripping your shoulder. Staring down at you is none other than the so-called "rude" scribe himself. Like always, he's got a book in his grip, which he has lightly in his hold. His blue-green eyes are piercing as they flick back and forth between you and the half-unconscious man next to you, his gaze growing sterner. "What are you even doing here with... him?"

"Ah... well he offered so..."

"Come with me." He grabbed your wrist, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the drunkards lying about in the bar as the two of you passed. His grip on your hand didn't lessen much, but it wasn't harsh in any way. Little to your own knowledge, Al Haitham felt more for you than he let on. Hurting you was something that he would never even think about, not even in his darkest moments.

"Where are we going?" The two of you had exited the bar, now, and were walking down the marbled path that led to who knows where.

"My place. I'll get you some water, you smell of alcohol. You can stay the night, if you want." You couldn't see his face from where you were, him dragging you along as you just followed without much thought. Your head ached, and there was this strange buzzing in your ears. You narrowed your eyes in distaste, scowling. Note to self, you thought, next time, you'd lay off the alcohol a bit more.

The jingle of keys brings you out of your thoughts. The door to Al Haitham's is swung open, and the male gestures inside before heading inside himself. When did he let go of your hand? You hadn't noticed, but now that you had, you frowned lightly at the absence of Al Haitham's warmth.

You step inside as Al Haitham closes the door behind you, taking off his jacket. You watch, almost dazed, eyes trailing from his neck to his sculpted body and chest. Is it just you, or is it kind of hot in here...? You shake your head, dispersing those thoughts, before glancing back at the grey-haired man. He's sitting down on a plush chair, a light smile gracing his lips. "Do you need any water? Food?"

"I'm okay."

"Fair enough." His smile only widened as he watched you awkwardly search for a place to sit. Al Haitham smiling was a strange sight in itself, you silently noted. "Here." He taps a hand on his thighs. "Sit in my lap." His nonchalant manner is almost enough to give you a sense of security. 

"N-"

"Sit." His voice turns cold, just for a moment, before he clears his throat. He glances up at you, with expectant eyes. Nervously, you make your way over before lowering yourself into his arms. He's warm, unbelievably so, and you can hear your heart rate increasing, your breath hitching. Al Haitham seems calm about the entire matter, flipping through the pages of his book with an upturned gaze. You pause a moment, before leaning back onto his chest and letting his warmth spread throughout your body. The steady beat of Al Haitham's own heart makes your way into your consciousness. It's fast too, almost startlingly so. Glancing up at the man, you aren't too surprised that none of it shows on his face. He locks eyes with you before you're able to look away, a scoffing expression almost coming across his face.

"You keep looking up at me so diligently, is there something I can help you with?" You can hear the uncharacteristic smirk in his voice.

"Not at all...! Sorry, it's just that-" Your voice gets cut off once again.

"It's getting late?" Haitham finishes, eyes deep in thought. "Yes, I suppose so." Outside, you can hear the rain start to pick up, the drops falling heavily onto the roof.

You blink heavily, staring at his face without more of a second thought. It's not long after that you're curious eyes trail from his own eyes to his plush lips, face flushed red.

Al Haitham notices, of course. Not much can escape his eyes. "Ah," he smiles. "I see what you need now." 

He closes the space between the two of you in an instant, wrapping one of his sturdy arms around you and pulling you in closer as he locks you in his grasp. His lips meet yours, and the feeling of what seems like sparks flying and warmth blossoming all around your body envelops you as he only deepens the kiss. His ever-watchful eyes are trained on you, but all you can hear is the rush in your own ears.

He grins, eyes upturned as he pulls away. "Hmm, you don't seem to be satisfied yet? I suppose I'll just have to continue until you are."

Don't expect to be able to walk tomorrow.

[ketsueki-writes]

for your COM event can i have bakugou whos yandere with a fem! reader fluff to like a open or confused but sad angst, im not sure how or exactly what i want but ik you will deliver

ᴀɴ: ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ- ɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ꜰɪx ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ. (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!) ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ <33

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱɪᴄᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴘꜱ: ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ

You hated being here.

You hated spending your days stuck in this house. You didn't care for its luxury, you swore you'd never call it home. The windows were nailed shut. They taunted you. Teasing you as little peaks to the outside. The outside seemed so far and so hard to reach. It might as well not even have been there.

You were stuck inside, with him.

You didn't even really notice how lucky you were. Given free rein of the house, of course watched by numerous cameras and sensors, and had anything you could ever want to do indoors at your fingertips. "You don't know how good you've got it" Katsuki would always sneer, grimacing as you'd push away his touches, or fight his embraces. "Tons of people would kill to be where you are right now."

His words unlike his quirk were always like ice, frustration welling inside of him as he began to anger more and more day by day. He didn't want to wait, he couldn't wait. He wanted you to accept him. What more could he do? Your favorite food was there, you had anything you needed to supplement your hobbies, plenty of vitamins and-

vitamins of course that you weren't taking. He didn't know that.

He did now.

The lack of natural sunlight on your skin might have done it; it could've just been a common cold. It didn't matter. He looked over as you bundled up on the couch, hair in a messy bun as you sniffled. He chuckled, tissues littering the floor around you as water and ginger ale bottles and cans decorated the small living room coffee table in front of you. You could barely keep your eyes open enough to watch the show.

He was surprised when your eyes locked with his. They were teary, and slightly red as if they'd been rubbed too much. Your hands slunk out from the bundles of blankets, outreached towards him. Your throat was sore as you silently begged him to comfort you.

You needed someone.

He paused, looking at you for a second before he smirked. "Why should I come over there and help you? You're such an ungrateful brat. This seems like karma to me."

You felt a piercing pain sink through your chest, the same chest that heaved with heavy laborious breaths. "Please..." you said softly, "I can't- I-" you choked, coughs interrupting your speech. You put your head down, hands sinking back under the blankets as they wrapped around you.

You felt horrible. All you wanted was help- all you needed was him.

You felt the tears slip from your eyes as you began to silently weep. Your body trembled slightly, partly from the illness and partly from the hurt. You couldn't speak further. You could feel a shift in the room- as if Katsuki had left the room.

You could feel your head grow dizzy as you tried to console yourself. It wasn't long however before a strong muscled hand sank under your chin.

The blonde haired pro hero pulled your head up to face him, you felt the couch cushions soften around the back of your head. You sniffled, letting his thumb wipe away the tears.

"Stop all that now, I'm here," he said, sucking his teeth before he pressed a medicine bottle to your lips. It was unlabeled, like all the medicine in the house. Simply a safety precaution to keep you from hurting yourself. You drank a bit before he pulled it away, grabbing a can of ginger ale to help you wash down the slightly bitter taste.

He gently climbed onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his embrace. It was warm. You questioned why you'd ever denied it before. Stop, you're letting him win. You can't keep doing this. You snuggled into his chest, ignoring the thoughts in your mind. He's only getting what he wanted, you're giving him what he wants! You drowned out all your second thoughts, listening to his soothing voice.

"There's a good girl, relaxing right where you should, with me."

"My pretty baby is gonna be all right"

"There there my love."

You felt a kiss on your forehead as you began to drift off.

His baby, his. You're all his.

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it's a long shot just to beat these odds by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Zayn Malik/Liam Payne | Teen and Up Audiences | 14k | Famous Liam Payne, Non-Famous Zayn Malik, Awkward Dates, Strangers to Lovers

Zayn: how many years in prison would I get for murdering a popstar??? He scrapes the plates clean, resists the urge to kick the trash can, his breathing still feeling shallow and high in his chest. He wants a cigarette. And a cuddle from Louis. But a text is the most he can realistically ask for now, and luckily Louis doesn’t leave him hanging. Louis: ????? Okay, so it isn’t that helpful, but Zayn knows his anxiety well enough that just distracting his mind is usually enough to keep from having an actual attack. It doesn’t matter that the subject he’s discussing is the one thing his brain is actually panicking about, just trying to formulate words into a text is helping. Zayn: I served him raw chicken. RAW. And he was kind enough to want to try and eat it too. I could have killed him!!! That would’ve made headlines for sure. FORMER BOYBANDER GETS POISONED ON FIRST DATE, more on the ten p.m. news. Louis: well that’s one way of making sure he’s not going to go on any of the other dates. Bit drastic though mate.

Coffee, Kisses, and I Love You's by wemadethishome / @wemadethishome

Zayn Malik/Liam Payne | General Audiences | 429 | Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Liam's always loved the mornings. And they get even sweeter with Zayn by his side.