#he has a lavander scent around him

[lavb-b]

Spa session

Gotta keep the hero in shape

Based off this tweet ⏬️

[noirflms]

THE HOUSEHUSBAND LIFE — hq men

haikyuu men as househusbands. or haikyuu men who’d be good househusbands in general.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ AKAASHI KEIJI !

he is the one who keeps track of finance in the house , keeps track of how much you should spend even if you get a six-sum salary and love spending it on him even if he doesn't like it because he wants you to save for the future.

he also pretty much cooks all sorts of dishes and morning tea made by him is served to you in bed , he is just the best. buys groceries when you're out to work , keeps the house neat and clean — it's a penthouse so it's not much work as it's not that dirty all the time — keeps track of your health and if you're pretty much not skipping breakfast or lunch cuz he's there to spoon feed you at dinner.

he's not much fan of laundry just knows he has to fold it and keep it neatly in your shared closet and is pretty much a the best husband of all ( according to your mother ).

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ SUGAWARA KOUSHI !

he is that type of house-husband who actually takes care of the loundry more than cooking and cleaning but still cleans the house just the way you like it — organized and neatly done. he doesn't step in the kitchen for he knows he might burn whatever he cooks so you don't let him step in there , it's either you come home and cook but if your tired , it's take out time!

whenever he does laundry he has a habit of smelling the clothes before folding for he like the smell of the detergent you use and the clothing softener should be if the best company because that is kinda professional when you go to work wearing soft and clean clothes.

dusts around the house with music playing in the background and does all the cleaning while blasting Oliva Rodrigo on the amazon echo you brought so he won't have to go on connecting his phone to the Bluetooth other than that he is just the best husband you could ask for.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ KITA SHINSUKE !

he is the package , can cook , cleans , does laundry , keeps track of all budgets and savings , knows every nook and cranny of the house and is happy being a house-husband for you. kita buys the best clothing softener and detergent , is a man of his words for if he promises breakfast in bed for you then you get it.

he sets up the house according to a taste that suits him and you like almsot all the time after seeing it on pinterest — yes HE HAS PINTEREST and you can't change my mind — cooks the best meals like you're in heaven to be eating such delicious meals , laundry is done and the house smells like lavander and you don't know how he does that and he keep it a secret ( it's just him using scented house cleaning stuff ).

grocery shopping is done with you because it's to lonely for him to go out so it's shopping time on the weekends , he is like a stay at home mum but you love him and for god sake who wouldn't want a man like KITA SHINSUKE.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ YAMAGUCHI TADASHI !

you enter the house with the smell of the most delicious food being cooked and when I say delicious , it's over the top delicious. he loves cooking so much that he forgets he has to clean as well and do laundry. yamaguchi almost does everything before stepping into the kitchen and prepare a bento for you in the early morning with starting to think for dinner — even though lunch is not even thought out yet — and what to be baked when your home.

it may not seem like but he has a passion for baking good for you.

he blasts playlist made for him by you and tsukki , and does the cleaning and laundry because sometimes it's to lonely in the house , he keeps track of time and when you're gonna come so he could prepare a bubble bath and then start with the cooking so you could have been relaxed and come eat with him.

when it's a weekend , he wakes up late but the breakfast is in his hands to be cooked , and in the evening it's time for him and you to have a baking session and you cherish this baby more than anything.

NOIRFLMS 2024 ! all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime , do not translate my works without permission.

[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Relax 🔞

Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot x AFAB!Reader 

There's no doubt that your boyfriend, Jonathon Ohnn, is a really hard worker.

His work is extremely important and as such he puts the extra effort in anything he does; Its because of this that he is one of the top scientist at Alchemax.  

The thing is, when Jonathon focuses on his work, everything else is a secondary task and it means /everything/.  

You have to constantly remind him to eat because if you dont, this man can go without eating actual food for days and will try to survive out of energy bars and redbulls.  

He has been so absorbed on his work that he sometimes will collapse from exahustion in top of all the papers he has been reviewing.  

He also tends to ignore you.  

You know its not on purpose but still kinda hurts.  

When he gets into a new project, you feel lonely.  

You are tired of waking up to and empty bed, eating dinner alone, watching the shows you were supposed to watch together, alone.  

Between the loneliness there is also the concern for his well being; How many nights has he stayed up until the crack of dawn, working so much that his eyes are all red?  

Has he eating? Drink water? Shower?  

Its not only this hyperfocus period but the burnout you know its coming after.  

So the next time he announces he will be working on yet, another of his projects, you take matter into your own hands.  

This time, this man will relax, even if its the last thing you do.

When you get home, already late into the night, you find Jonathon hunching over some papers. His desk is already a mess: piles of open books and papers laying everywhere, tools scattered around.  

You toss your bag and coat to the ground and make a bee-line to him, squeezing his shoulders as you give him a peck on the cheek trying not to disturb him too much.  

"Hey" You quietly greet him, giving him another kiss on his temple.  

He answers you with another "hey" his lips curving in a quick smile before going back to work.  

"Did you eat lunch Johnny?" He nods as you tuck some stray hairs behind his ear, he barely reacts at your touch. "Water?" Nods again. Well at least, he did eat. You sigh "Im gonna go shower ok?"  

"Ok, honey" He says without looking at you, writing something on a notebook.  

Frustration builds inside you but no matter, this time he will take a break.  

You hop in the shower, warm water cleaning the stress of the day away; The soap you choose today is his favourite scent: eucalyptus and lavander, you still remember the first time you used it, how he was all over you, his nose on the crook of your neck.  

"You smell so good" You remember how his voice had soften and how his arms  around you, holding you close.  

You hope it has the same effect this time around.  

You wrap yourself with a towel, barely drying yourself, you might want to be a little wet for what is about to come.  

In front of the mirror you take a good look of yourself, inhaling deeply.  

Honestly you feel a little excited, a familiar tingling forming on your belly.  

"Ok, Go-Time"  

.

It's about the third day he has been working on this project.  

Or is it the fourth? Maybe a week? Jonathon doesnt really know, his perception of time kinda blurrs when he works.  

What he does know if its that, if he doesnt finish these schematics  tonight he is gonna lose it.  

It shouldnt be this difficult.

He sighs in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes.  

Its only then when he notices its dark outside.  

Oh wow, is it night already? Wait, yeah it is. He vaguely remembers your figure standing next to him, asking if he did eat that day.  

He glances over his shoulder, have you got to bed already? Probably, it is quite late.  

Guilt strikes him right in the middle.  

You always take care of him when he dives on these kind of projects; He knows how difficult he may get, so focused he deliberately ends ignoring you.  

But dont you misunderstood! He /is/ grateful for all the help you give him. He notices how you make home-food everyday so he doesnt have to eat junk, or how there's always a filled water bottle near him but far any papers or blueprints he might have around.  

You are the most wonderful partner ever, he doesnt deserves you.  

"Dinner" He thinks as he goes back at the papers he has been writing. "Dinner on a nice place, a fancy one. Flowers, maybe chocolates? Those black chocolates they like"  

Jonathon's mind drifts between his work and plans to apologize properly to you, so focus that he doesnt hear the door of the bedroom opening or your footsteps approaching.  

His body shudders in surprise as you put your hands on his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze.  

"Johnny?" You call him "You coming to bed?"  

"Hmm? Oh, no. Im so sorry sweetie, I- still have some things to do here." He replies apologetic, crossing something on the margin of a paper and writing another. Honestly there's nothing more he wants that being on bed with you, your soft, warm body entangled with his. He misses you too. "You go without me, I will be there soon"  I hope, he adds on his mind.  

But instead of going, you put your arms around him, pressing your chest against his back. "Johnny" Your lips brush the shell of his ear and he holds his breath. 

"Y-yes, Honey?" His hand trembles as he writes a sidenote.  

"You been working so hard lately Hun"  

"I- I have! Yes! Im, ehm, sorry about it. B-but! Im almost done! I swear!" He stutters. Its been a while since he had being embraced by you, you smell divine its distracting.  

You whine into his ear and he swallows, his cock twitches. "You should take a break baby"  

He coughs almost choking, he has stopped writing for a while now. "I-I-I cant, really. I need to- eh finish these"  

Surely you would understand right?  

"I been lonely Johnny" You whispers, pulling yourself from him and he quietly whines for the lost of contact. However you force him to turn around to face you and his eyes go wide. Oh God. You are only wearing a -rather short- towel, your wet hair framing your beautiful face. "I miss you"  

"You have?" His eyes dart on every patch of exposed skin, from your legs to you shoulders, the way is only your arms what is keeping the towel on your body.  

"Uh-huh" Your pretty lips accentuate each sound, they look so pretty and pink, he catches himself salivating. "Im tired of sleeping on a empty bed John" You close the distance between you, carefully climbing on him as Jonathon leans back, hands holding the arms of the chair.  

"Fuck,fuck, fuck" His mind is speeding, math, formulas and what not already tossed on the back burner, he is already packing a tent on his pants and you havent even touch him.  

"I know you are a very busy, bright man" Your voice is like silk, so soft, sending chills all over him "But even bright minds-" Your hands move slowly, removing the towel in a nice, fluid, movement, letting slide to the floor. /OH FUCK/ "Need breaks" You finish, pressing your wet body against his chest.  

At this point Jonathon has forgot how to breath.  

Every nerve on his body is on edge, his cock its so hard it hurts.

And when he thinks he cant take anything more, you sit on his lap.  

You sit /right/ on his clothed dick and you let this sound, this exquisite sound as you slowly, so ruthlessly slow, grind on him.  

"Ahhh- f-fuck-" He moans, breathless. His head thrown back, eyes closed, knuckles white as he digs his hands into the arms of the chair.  

Is this real? Or did he actually pass out for all the overwork?  

"Johnny" His name rolls out of your tongue in the sweetest voice, just like honey, cold hands cupping each side of his head, kindly forcing him to straighten. Out of habit, he leans into the palm of your hand, whimpering into it.  

With your free hand, you fix his hair, fingers combing the stray hairs. "Johnny" This time he opens his eyes only to be meet with your naked body, your beautiful eyes staring into his. "Arent you tired baby?" Your hand caresses his cheek, fingers tracing a line until it meets his lips, giving them a small tap. Jonathon can only nod, he has forgotten what words are at the moment. "Dont you want to rest a little?" Your finger drag his lips -ah- side to side, your body pressing more and more into him as you rub his lap.  

He nods again, weak sounds coming from his part lips.  

"Use your words John"  

"Y-yes, I want-oh, I want to-oh god, to relax" His voice cracks, already so weak.  

You give him a little smile, leaning completely against him, your lips barely touching his. "Dont worry honey" You whisper, taking both his hands and placing them on your hips "Im going to take good care of you"  

Even when Jonathon was waiting for the kiss to come, he still is taken aback as how sweetly you press your lips against his, before giving them a tempting lick. He moans loudly now, opening his mouth and letting your tongue in. He kiss you desperatly, with a hunger he didnt knew he had until now. Every sound you let out its turning him on, hips bucking up, frantic to be inside you.  

Your hands find their way to his hair, sinking into his wild locks, pulling it until he cries out of pleasure.  

When you break the kiss, he whines in discontent and you cannot help but to chuckle a little, he’s so cute. 

You take his hands -at the moment busy grabbing your ass- and slowly drag them all over your body, his big brown eyes following, until they make their way to the edge of your breasts.  

"Mmmh" Johnathon whimpers, his thumbs shyly brushing them. He looks at you, asking for permission and how could you say no, really? You giggle and nod, guiding his big hands until each one is holding you. You feel his hips buck again, cock surely twitching inside his tight pants. He kneads them softly, thumbs brushing your hard nipples taking a whine out of you, his hands feel so warm on your body.

"Oh- they are so pretty-Fuck! You are so pretty" Without a warning he pops one of your tits inside his hungry, hot mouth. You thrown your head back, heat already forming on your belly. He sucks on your nipple, while he plays with the other, occassionally mumbling a muffled "so pretty" and "taste so good", he works you so good that you forget for a moment that you are supposed to make /him/ feel good.

Clumsily -the chair creaks and bends very dangerously- you slide your hand to his pants, the tips of your fingers tracing the tent he is packing. When you do, he sucks harder on your nipple and you wail.  

Trembling you look for the fly of his jeans, carefully opening them, hooking a pair of fingers on his underwear, sliding them down.  

His cock springs free, hitting you in the back.

When you glance over, you see how it gleams, already covered on pre-cum, it twitches needely, the tip red.  

Your mouth waters.  

You lean back a little, a hand grabbing his hair, his mouth still sucking on you as you wrap your free one around his boner, squeezing it a little.  

"Oh-fuck!" He cries, popping your nipple out of his mouth. You dont need to see it to know he has already leave a mark around it. He thrust weakly, moving his cock up and down your hand. "Your hand feels- ah! so good!"  

You giggle, he already looks so whipped.  

You pump his lenght, thumb rubbing the tip. Your hand slides nicely thanks to all the pre-cum he is oozing.

All the sounds he is letting out, turns you on, you can feel how wet you are, probably soaking Jonathon's lap.  

"Please-!" He cries, his chest rising and falling at how quick his breathing is. "Baby, I- I cant! Please! Inside, I want to- ah! Be inside!" And to put emphasis on his need, he thrust his hips again

Honestly, you want him too, now.  

"Anything you want Johnny" You say with a sly smile.  

Rising your hips a little, you lead his tip to your soaked entrance, rubbing it, one, two times -"¡Honey, please!"- and let it in, slowly, insde you, little by little, until you take him whole.  

The two of you moan, overstimulated and sensitive.

You stay still, adjusting yourself to his size, shaking. "You feel so-mnhh! Big!" He feels even bigger than before, already hitting your good spot.  

"Can I move?" Jonathon asks, his arms around you, face buried on your chest, legs trembling. "Please, let me move"  

He's just too cute when he begs. "Please Johnny" You voice its coated with lust, you want him to ruin you just as much as he wants you to do the same. 

He doesnt even waits for you to finish, already pounding you so hard that it makes you scream, surely the neighbors can hear you but you dont give a single shit, let them hear how hard he fucks you.  

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou" He chants as he pounds into you, already so pussy-drunk. The wet slapping of his cock sound so obscene, blending with your moans and his whinning. "You are-fuck! so tight! Your pussy is- oh fuck, oh fuck! so good!" He moans against your skin, nibbling at whatever he can put his teeth into.  

"Johnny! Oh God! Johnny!" Your voice cries desperate, the knot inside you, growing tighter and tigher. "Im-Im close!"  

A gasp escapes from your mouth as Jonathon grabs you from your waist, pulling himself up from the -poor- chair carrying you with him.  

He grunts at the sudden feeling of being so deep inside you, a hand swating papers and books and tools off the table.  

For a moment you grow worried. "Johnny! Your notes! What are you-AH!" You are manhandle, your body resting against the now, empty table, papers, books, blueprints on the floor now. You are about to protest when he thrust into you, filling you up, making you scream. He feels so much bigger, so much deeper.  

"Doesnt matter" He growls, big hands pushing your legs until they are up your ears. "It can all wait, right now, fuck, right now I need to fuck you, I need you so badly!" With renowed energy, he rams into you, taking the air out of your lungs, his balls slapping against your cunt. "So good! So good, ah- for me! Only for me, yes?"  

You nod rapidly, bitting your lip. When you look at him, he's nothing but a mess,  glassy eyes, lips trembling with a moan.  

"Yes-" You pant, its so hard to talk right now. "Just for you, only for you Johnny!"  

He grunts, letting your legs go, hands cupping your face as he dips for a rather, needy and sloppy kiss. You hold him, digging your nails into his back, your legs around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer.

He moan into the kiss, his pace becoming more erratic, barely taking his cock out.  

He's close. 

You bring your lips to his ear and shakely, whisper the magic words.  

"Inside, cum inside"  

"GNHH!-!" He grunts, jaw tensing. "Oh fuck! Oh Honey! Im cumming, fuck! Im cumming!" He cums between moans and curses, pumping load after load of hot and thick cum, his body on top of yours, your face tucked on the crook of his neck, his hand sinking into your hair. Fuck you smell so good, your pussy is milking him so deliciously good, oh fuck.  

You stay like this for a moment, or maybe longer, you are not completely sure. Time flows different when you just get fucked into another plane of existence.

"Are you-ah- ok babe?" Jonathon ask, voice cracking.  

You chuckle, kissing the side of his neck. "Perfectly Johnny"  

"Ok, good! Im gonna, eh, pull out ok?" You nod giving him the get go. Slowly he gets up already missing your embrace. Your body trembles as he slides his cock out and  the moment he does a thick trail of cum follows, spilling all the way down. "Oh. Wow. Thats, wow, a lot" He coughs awkwardly, his face feeling hot.  

You glance at him from the table, his face red and eyes wide, surely staring at your sore cunt. When your body pumps out the excess of his cum and you whine, you see his lips move, muttering to himself a quiet: "holy shit".  

A tiny smile cross your face. "Admiring your work, Doctor Ohnn?"  

He clears his throat, clearly embarrased of being caught, like he didnt fuck your brains out just a couple of minutes ago. "I didnt- Its not like that!"  

"Really?" You tease him, spreading your legs further.  

He bites his lip, eyes darting between your smug face and your dripping pussy. There really is a lot. "M-Maybe I am" He says, defeated.  

Your little devilish smile only grows wider. "I like it, Piccaso!" You say in an exagerated manner, twirling your hand.  

Jonathon stares at you dumbfounded before wheezing. "Oh! You are the worst! That was terrible!"  

"But you are laughing!"  

"Cuz its so bad I cant help but laugh!"  

You both stare at each other before bursting into laughter.  

You are wipping the tears from your eyes when something catches your eyes.  

"John?"  

"Yeah?" He says, the remains of his laugh on his voice.  

"Are you still hard?"  

He abruptly stops, body going still.  

You prop your torso up, looking down on him. Yep, there it stands, still as hard and angry red, covered on a still wet layer of cum -both his and yours-.  

Its your turn to be astonished. You didnt know he was so- pent up.  

"John-"  

"Its ok!" He cuts you up, pushing his shirt down to cover himself. "I- I will take care of this myself, yes? Later, in the, ehm-In the bathroom. Right now, we should clean you up"  

You frown.  

Oh. 

You dont think so.  

Not happening, not today, nu-huh.  

Carefully you get down of the table, your legs shaking.  

You take a moment to compose yourself, straigthen your body as you lean into him.  

"Sit on the chair John"  

He blinks at you, confused but a little turn on.  "Excuse me?"  

Hands on his hips, you guide him towards the chair, pushing him little by little, until his ass is sitting.  

"I told you didnt I?" You say, kissing the mole above his lips -the one you like so much- and trail down his neck, leaving little wet kisses as you go. "That I would take good care of you"  

"You dont have to-" He mutters, eyes half-closed.  

"I want to" You growl against the skin of his neck, sucking his adam's apple and he sobs. "Besides, I cant let you go like this. Can I?" You wrap your hand around his needy cock, it feels hot on your grasp. Jonathon let out a shaky moan, unconsciously bucking his hips. You smile against his neck. "Relax baby, let me make you feel good"  

You kneel down, making yourself home in between his legs.  

You feel his hot stare on you and sure enough when you look up to see him, his eyes are glued on you, a trembling hand covering his mouth, the other resting on the arm of the chair.  

Oh, someone is eager.  

Without breaking eye contact, you give his head a tentative lick. He squints his eyes, quietly whinning into his hand.  

You smile, toungue tracing down from his head to the bottom of his lenght, licking the cum clean.  

"Ooooh" He moans, he must be very senstive, you feel his cock twitching as you go up again, giving the head a little kiss before wrapping it with your lips, sucking just a little, moving your toungue along the slit. "Oh-fuuuuck"  

You push his shaft slowly, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth. You are not used to have him, to feel him so big like this.  

The tip is already hitting the back of your throat.  

You feel drunk.  

Drunk on his smell, on his flavour. Everything is a little too much but at the same time is not enough; You want him, need him, just as much as he does want you.  

You can feel yourself getting aroused again, your pussy clenching, missing the shape of his cock.  

Like this, you move your head slowly up and down, licking the rest of his cum along. It taste salty, it taste like him.

Jonathon's legs shake, groaning loudly. "Oh God-" The sounds he lets out are so- enticing. You love when he gets vocal, when he lets himself go and be drown on pleasure. You bob your head a little faster, tongue licking, tasting his pre-cum. He throws his head back, hand placed on your head, keeping you from pulling out. You dont mind, you want him to feel good, really good.  

You hook your hands on the hem of his pants, tugging them down until they are in the floor, leaving him completely exposed.  

Hands rest on his thights, slowly moving to his crotch where you grab his heavy balls, dragging your thumb by the edges. His whole body jolts up, hips bucking, burying his cock deeper inside your mouth, hot tears form in the corner of your eyes.  

You let him fuck your face at his own rythm, your hands occupied with his balls, squeezing them, massaging them.  

"Oh God- babe!"  

Thats right, you think, let yourself go.  

You feel his cock twitch, thrust becoming a little faster now.  

"Babe-!" He calls you, breathless. "I think Im-"  

Oh you can feel how close he is.  

You suck harder, faster.  

Jonathon shivers, his whole body at flame. You are sucking him so good, he loves to see your pretty lips around his cock, the feeling of your hands tugging and squeezing his already full balls.  

God! He wants to cum so badly! 

The moment you moan, your mouth so full of his dick that it comes all muffed, its the moment he loses it.  

He cums screaming your name, fists full of your hair and hips thrusting hard.  

In an instant, your mouth is overflowing his hot cum, its so much its choking you, forcing you to swallow to be able to breathe.  

Your own orgasm hits you, its all way too much, so much that your vision goes blurry.  

Its only when you feel his hands go limp on your head, that you pull out.  

His cock keep twitching as it softens, a string of cum still coming out of the tip.  

Your damn jaw feels numb. A small price to pay, you think, if he's able to relax.  

"Johnny?" You say, putting your hands on his thights to help you stand up.  

"I fucking love you" Its all he says when he meets your eyes. He looks like he just ran a marathon, sweaty and trying to catch his breath. You smile, taking a sit on his leg, moving his hair out of his face. "I love you so-so much"    

"I love you too Johnny" You say back, giving a quick kiss. You glance at his work table, a mess within another mess. Papers and tools on the floor, piles of books discarded. You dont even want to see if any of the papers on the floor had been....stained. "Should we...Clean that?"  

Jonathon follows your gaze.  

He groans, covering his eyes.  

"Not today"

[moonlightazriel]

The nerd and the bad boy /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “How about a fic where Azriel and reader are in the college and Azriel is like bad boy type ( has tattoos, not good in studies , don't give a fuck to anyone but he is the crush of every girl in college) whereas reader is such a sweetheart ( kind , studious, ideal type of girl). Azriel has a crush on reader the moment he laid his eyes on her but afraid to start the conversation but shyly he managed to start talking to her and slowly reader too fell in love with him ..Azriel being the sweetest and overprotective Boyfriend ever...and soo on 😭❤”

Warnings: Mentions of blood and fighting, but that’s all

Word Count: 2,9K

Notes: Azriel and Cassian are brothers for real in this and Rhys is their best friend. This is a modern day version because I thought it would fit the idea better.

Main Masterlist

The scent of lavander filled my senses and i closed my eyes, looking around i found her, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a horror movie shirt, her hair was falling on her back and she had her air pod on, the usual pile of books on her hands and the backpack hanging on one shoulder, Y/N was the prettiest girl in this place, i met her on one of our shared classes, late as always, the professor made me sit with her and ever since, she's the only girl a could think about.

“So? Do you wanna go out with me?” The girl in front of me asked and i turned my attention back to her, she held her chin up, a smirk on her lips and a hand on my arm, squeezing lightly.

“You're nice and everything but i'm not interested thanks.” I said and the smirked dissapeared from her lips, i removed her hand and left, going in my brother's direction, Cassian was standing in the end of the hollaway with Nesta on his arms, they were looking at me and Cass was laughing when a aproached them.

“Another one? When will these poor girls learn?” Cassian teased and i rolled my eyes at him, it was true though that i declined the last four invitations from diferent girls, they seemed to like me a lot, i could feel the eyes turning in my direction everytime i entered in a room or the whispers, in parties they would always try to dance with me or to go home with me, but none of that mattered.

“What happened?” My sister in law asked, her piercing blue eyes staring directly in my soul, Nesta was nice, she was in the really small list of people i like, she was funny and made my brother happy, that was enough for me.

“Az is in love my dear, with Y/N Y/LN, and now all he can do is stare at her from far away and hope she will notice him because his afraid to talk to her.” Cassian laughed again and Nesta slaped his arm, he winced and started to rub the spot up and down.

“She's nice, i have some classes with her, she's super smart, she even helped me pass on a exam. I still have some classes with her, i can talk to her for you if you want.” She offered with a smile on her face.

“That's the point Nes, he already have some classes with her, he had plenty of opoirtunities to talk to her but he was afraid.” Sending him a death glare he corrected himself. “He's too shy to do it.”

“Oh, but there's nothing wrong with it Cass,leave your brother alone.” Nesta said and looked at me again. “I'm sure he'll do it when he feels comfortable.”

“Well, at least you respect me, unlike this brainless boyfriend of yours.” Nesta laughed and the three of us turned to look at Y/N, she was smiling and talking to a brunnete girl, they're laughing and i felt my heart sqeezing, her face lit up when she had that big smiled on her face, she looked beautiful like that.

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I spent a whole month trying to build up the courage to talk to her, but every time i was closed, i would give up, we didn't have anything in common, and i didn't know what about her make me so nervous, Nesta and Feyre tried to help me but nothing seemed to work, so i just decided to give up for good.

I entered the class and saw everyone standing in front a wall, rising my eyebrows i approached them, they were reading about the final assignment, searching for my name i found it next to Y/N's, this was perfect, heading to the table she was sitting, her eyes slowly got up until she looked me in the face.

“Looks like we're partners now.” What a fucking dumb thing to say, i felt the anxiety growing when she looked at me, her eyes scanning every inch of my face, she then smiled and said.

“Good, do you think you can meet me in the library at 6pm?” Her lips curled on the sides while she talked, her eyes kept staring at every part of me and her hands were tapping on the table.

“Yeah, 6pm is fine, i'll meet you there.”!I said and turned around before she could see how nervous i was. I couldn't focus on anything but our meeting that day.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

She was already sitting on a more apart table, this one was closer to the windows and the sun setting illuminated her face, making her eyes shine brighter when she turned her head to me, she gave me a small smile and i pushed a chair, sitting in front of her, throwing my backpack on the desk.

“I brought this for you, i thought that maybe you could use some coffee.” I said handing her the cup in my hands, which she sipped on rather quickly, she hummed happily and all i could think was how my heart melted seeing her happy and enjoying something.

“I was dying for a coffee, but didn't have the time to grab one, thank you so much Azriel.” She smiled wider at me and i just nodded at her. “Are you ready to begin?”

We ended up spending 2 hours in the project, when Nesta told me she was smart, she was being modest, she was the most intelligent person i've ever met, she knew everything about every subject, if i had a question, she was quick to answer, this only made me more in love with her. She scheduled the next 3 weeks for the project, the same day and same place, and i was more than happy to meet with her.

She was easy to talk to and really funny, i found myself getting more open with her, we would talk about our families, i told her how my brother and i we're friends with Rhysand since we're kids, how it was our dream to go to the same college, and how amazing was to be here with them even if i didn't care that much to the classes, she told me how she was always the nerd kid in school, how she liked books and video games, she was just incredible.

It was the last night of our meetings, she was sipping on the coffee i had brought her, and was wearing a hoodie, she had glasses on and was typing on her computer really fast, she was complaining about the difficult project and how the professor could use some nights out, maybe being tired from partying she would get easy on us, i laughed at her and tried to hid my shaking hands, i didn't want that to stop, afraid that we would go back to being strangers once this was over. I couldn't stop myself before the words were escaping my mouth.

“Cassian has a game tomorrow night, do you want to come?” She looked at me and smiled.

“I would love to, do i meet you there?”!I nodded, feeling a wave of relif washing over me, now finally focusing on finishing the project.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

On the friday night, i was standing on the entry to the benches, Y/N was nowhere to be seen, my phone vibrate on my pocket and i picked it.

"I'm here, where are you? -Y/N"

" On the left side, near the benches, there's a huge flag near me. - Azriel"

The reply came in the form of Y/N appearing in front of me, she was wearing black jeans, all stars and a jean jacket.

“I couldn't find you, i thought that maybe you tricked me to come to a fake game and make fun of me.” She joked looking to the huge crowd.

“This is something i would definitely do, like those lame teen movies.” She turned her head quickly in my direction, her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock.

“Don't you dare to insult teen movies.” She said, a serious tone in her voice and i could see a couple of heads turning to look at us, most being girls, they had a disgusted look when they noticed who i was talking to. “You know what? If you say something bad about them again i'll force you to watch them with me.” She said as she started to walk, my heart flutter at her words, do this meant that she wanted to hang out more?

“Like what? How they always cliche and predictable?” I teased and she turned to me again, an eyebrow raised and a hand on her waist like she was ready to scold a child.

“That's it, you're watching them with me next sunday, and this is not an invitation.” She said and i smiled at her, starting to head to where my friends were.

Later

Cassian was the star of the team, everytime he scored a point the whole crowd would scream and cheer for him, even Y/N was jumping and screaming with Nesta, as soon as we arrived, she engaged a conversation with Feyre and Nesta, i couldn't help but notice how they looked like they were friends for ages, Y/N's kind personality making her easy to befriend them, Rhys looked at me and nodded aprrovingly. After the game she agreed to go with us eat something, we ended up on a small restaurant, eating pizza and talking until late hours, she was distracted listening to Feyre when Cass pulled me aside.

“She's actually really nice, you should ask her out brother.” Rhys gave me a thumbs up.

“I agree with Cassian, you shouldn't let her escape you Az, the girls seem to like her, she fit our group just fine, i think you should ask her out soon.”

“I think she likes me too, i will go to her dorm watch some movies with her on sunday.” I said feeling my cheeks getting hot, i was completely in love with her now and they knew, i just hope she feels the same for me. By the end of the night i walked her back to her dorm to make sure she would get home safe.

“Thank you for the night, your friends are amazing.” She said, a smile on her face and her cheeks were red from the walk, she looked adorable like this.

“I've heard that they liked you, maybe you should hang out with us more.” She looked at me for a second.

“Yeah, you just have to call me and i'll be there.” Her eyes were staring into mine, we were really close, i wanted to kiss her so bad but i was afraid to ruin everything. She walked forward, closing the gap between us and then her lips were on mine, the kiss was soft and sweet, she was about to pull away from me when i grabbed her waist, pulling her closer i kissed her back and her hands grabbed my hair, my heart was beating faster when we pulled apart. “Goodnight Az, i see you sunday.” She walked to her room and i just stood there, smiling like an idiot.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

On sunday i was eager to get to her dorm, she informed me that he roommate would be out and we would have the room for ourselves, i dressed on my best casual clothes and waited for the time, Cass and Rhys waited with me, when i left i could hear Cassian saying how proud he was of his son, and i just laughed.

She had set pillows and blankets on her bed, making a cozy nest, she had pizza, wine and a ton of teen movies, she ended up choosing "Mean Girls" and we layied down to watch, the movie was kinda cool but i couldn't take my eyes off of her, she was so gorgeous. She turned her head in my direction and once again she was so close, i leaned a little more and kissed her, she kissed me back, her lips open slightly for my tongue explore her mouth, pulling her onto my lap, we ended up making out more than watching the movie.

The movie didn't matter as we kissed, it was a better way to spend the night anyway, once we pulled away she looked at me, red cheeks, swollen lips and disheveled hair.

“I think i'm in love with you.” My ears couldn't believe what i heard, i looked at her like a idiot, i could see the regretting slowly appearing in her face.

“I know i'm in love with you, i've been in love with you for months, just didn't have the courage to talk to you until that project.” The relief in her face made me want to slap myself, she smiled and i felt like it was the right time. “I want you to be my girlfriend.” The shocked expression on her face was adorable, i kissed her again and she took a deep breath after speaking again.

“Thank god Azriel, i was starting to question your power of observation, since you couldn't see that i was dying for you to ask me that.” She joked and i laughed at her, i pulled her closer and we stayed like this until we fell asleep.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“I’m taking you to a party tonight.” I said, she was in her usual spot at the library, we have been together for over a month now, my friends were really happy to hear the news and welcomed her with open arms, Rhys was right, she fitted just fine with the girls.

“Alright captain.” She said and smiled, I lowered to her level and kissed her, kissing her entire face while she giggled, she was just so cute. When I got up again I could feel everyone looking at us, I knew I was different now, more open to the world thanks to her. Later

She was wearing shorts and one of my band shirts, black boots and a leather jacket.

“You look beautiful love.” She bowed at me and we started walking.

“You look beautiful mister, have I ever told you how much I love your tattoos?” Her hand grabbed my arm while she paid attention to the drawings in my skin.

“Never, I was starting to think about get them removed for you.” I joked and she looked at me.

“You wouldn’t dare, keep in mind that I wouldn’t change anything in you, i love you just the way you are.” She said and I stopped, she turned to me and I could see the realization hitting her.

“You love me?” She was bright red at this point.

“What if I do?” She inquired.

“In this case I love you too.” I said pulling her in for a kiss.

The party was full of drunk people, Cassian and Rhys were already there waiting for us, Nes and Feyre had snatched Y/N away to the dance floor, the three dancing around each other and laughing. I was sipping on my drink when I noticed a guy approaching them, he asked something to Y/N and she politely brushed him off, but he grabbed her arm harshly and I could see her terrified gaze as she searched for me in the crowd.

“I believe she’s not interested, get your fucking hands off her.” The guy turned to me, a sarcastic expression on his face.

“What you will do if I don’t leave her alone?” My blood boiled and I felt my anger getting the best of me, I punched him in the face, and he striked back, his fist meeting my lips, the iron taste from the blood filing my mouth and I just hit he again, Cassian got in between us, to prevent any more drama and Y/N dragged me away. She pulled me on a bathroom and locked the door, she didn’t say anything as she made me sit in the toilet and grabbed a towel, wetting in the sink she raised my chin and looked in my eyes.

“You shouldn't have punched him Az, dammit.” She cursed as she gently wiped the blood from my face.

“And he shouldn't have disrespected you. That guy is an asshole. He deserved.” She rolled her eyes and started working on my hands.

“I appreciate you defending me, but I don’t like the idea of you getting in fights.” I looked at her and could see the worry in her eyes.

“Don’t worry love, I promise to you that this won’t happen again.” She raised an eyebrow and then smiled, kissing me.

“I know, because if you get in a fight again, I’ll be the one punching you bad boy.” She joked and I pulled her on my lap.

“I love you,I really do.”

“Not more than I do.” She smiled and we got back to the party, she held my hand the entire night and I just enjoyed the feeling of having my amazing girlfriend and friends with me, she was on the top of the list of people that I liked now.

[feral-pansexual]

What I think the Straw Hat Pirates would smell like

Kinda just came to me in the car, had to write it, lol

Luffy: Meat, like a barbeque. Maybe has an undertone of rubber

Zoro: Sweat. Blood. Grime. Somebody make this filthy gremlin man shower

Nami: Tangerines. She likes em, she eats em, she's around em a lot. Also kinda musty because maps

Ussop: Smells like dirt because of his Pop Greens garden, and IDK why, but I feel like he'd smell like lavander?? IDK.

Sanji: This man's a chef, and thinks he's a ladies man. Kinda smells like fruit because of his cologne, and you can smell whatever he's cooked most recently for hours afterward

Robin: Old books! New books! Robin always smells like good memories and paper

Brook: Okay, so. Bone kinda has its own smell, but I think you'd only smell that if you were REALLY close. Otherwise, he smells like bow wax for his fiddle/violin/whatever.

Franky: Mechanical grease, iron, and caramel (from all the cola he drinks)

Chopper: Y'know how hospitals smell? That, but instead of the sterile undertone, there's the slight scent of, like, a baby kitten. Soft.

Jinbe: Always smells like a warm ocean breeze. The smell follows him wherever he goes

[dogtccth]

THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE | Roman

WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE : expensive but in a new money way. he dresses flashy, it calls the attention he feels he needs and shows off the wealth he's so proud of coming into by himself (or at least that's what he'll convince others and himself is the case). he's always groomed well, hair slicked back unless he's in a mood or erratic then it's falling in his face. he's been taught since he was little to put on your best face so he always does even unconsciously which is why make up is sort of a staple (at least some eye make up that is) his parents own a make up company after all.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE : le male elixir parfum by Jean Paul Gaultier. The notes of this are basically what he smells like: woody, mint, lavander, vanilla, honey and a hint of tobacco. and he always smells a little like booze depending on what he's been drinking that day and if he's out on the field he does smell a little of sweat but that's inevitable when running around in a mask, but if you ask him that just enhances his scent.

WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE : brandy or gin (depends on his preference for the day, or it's a mix of both if it's by the end of the night really). mint or bubble gum. sugar (he has a sweet tooth). and blood sometimes.

WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE : that really depends on what mood you catch him in. his natural speaking voice is pretty medium pitched, soft even. but when he gets excited or bratty his voice gets higher, and screechy when he's screaming. when he's trying to be intimidating he will put on a deeper more raspy voice but that can break into voice cracks if he gets overly emotional.

WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE : lean, soft skin considering his background but don't let that fool you he's strong. stronger than he probably should be.

tagged by : @dxsole & @ofwealthandtaste tagging : y'all!

[shoot-of-corruption]

So sandalwood instantly comes to mind, but that might be partly just because sandalwood is in a lot of things, lol

I keep mentally associating him with smokey and/or wood scents. (Literally smelling some candles lmao... The tobacco bark, weathered wood, teakwood and lakeside and birch make me go, "yeah". This is if he was wearing cologne or used a strong shampoo/body wash or something. The weathered wood one is the only one that might be a little too odd to find in shampoo form or something, it smells a bit like a sweet smelling fireplace, kinda? The others I could see being something you could pick up at a store in shampoo/body wash or cologne form)

Watery/ocean scents too, maybe, but less strong of an association, imo (The lakeside and birch has some sea side smell)

And maybe blood sometimes..

If he'd been hanging around close to Ryo for a while, he might pick up his scent a bit. I think Ryo would be..hm... as much as I'd want him to smell like white florals (jasmine, honeysuckle, etc), I don't know if that's just wishful thinking, lol.. But I think he'd have a sweet, maybe "warm" smell.

I think Ryo might not be against something like rose? Vanilla... lavander. Amber. Comforting stuff, I guess. I also think he'd like the watery/ocean scents for himself too, occasionally.

But if he hasn't been doing well for a while, has been extra depressed, well... maybe not so much any of these?

So maybe Marik would sometimes have a hint of these, lol

I dunno. Does it sound about right to you, maybe? (Sorry, I rambled, I really like scents a lot and I definitely have wondered/imagined what they smell like.)

((Letting you in on a little secret here, Rainy.

Yes to all of the above, because he illusions his smells together. He would smell exactly like that for you!

For me it would be a mix of spices like cinnamon, cumin, mace... and that special scent that warm earth gets. Like... when you bake clay!

I was actually interested what you all thought, but in the end, there are no wrong answers!! :D))

[coffeemortis]

⌕ . ˚ ⅋. 「 TENOCH HUERTA. 35. CISGENDER. HE/HIM. 」 CAYETANO ORTIZ, otherwise known as GALEN, joined the libertalia five years ago as a SURGEON. around libertalia, the VIRGO has a reputation for being PATIENT & STUBBORN perhaps because they're best known for assisting in the recovering of the serena's blades of which they are most proud. while preparing for a heist, they listen to VER EM CORES by RASHID & LINIKER. makes sense considering they remind me of: comforting scent of lavander, vintage decor pieces, decaffeinated coffee with milk, green doodles in the corner of books, açaí bowls with banana and strawberry.

part one: statistics.

basic information:

full name: cayetano valentín franco ortiz.

nickname(s): cay (most people that he meets), tito (his sister and other childhood friends), caetano (most common mishearing of his name, that he just came to accept).

age: thirty five.

date of birth: september 12, 1987.

place of birth: san miguel de allende, guanajuato, mexico.

ethnicity: nahua, purepecha, and spanish descent.

nationality: mexican.

gender: cis man.

pronouns: he / him / his.

orientation: bisexual.

languages spoken: spanish (native), nahuatl, portuguese and english (fluent), lsm and libras (signed languages in mexican spanish and portuguese, both at beginner level), italian (couple of phrases).

accent: in any language that he speaks, his mexican background still evident (intonation patterns, rhythm of speech, the pronunciation of vowels and consonants…); in portuguese, there is a blend of his spanish accent with the accent of the pará region, including slangs and intonation of certain words.

family ties:

mother: evangelina ortiz (deceased).

father: unknown.

siblings: patrizia ortiz (younger sister).

spouse / partner: none atm.

children: none atm.

pets: nayru and kafei (3 years old, siamese cats).

occupational information:

codename: galen.

meaning behind codename: it is the anglicized name of a greek physician, surgeon and philosopher, who made many contributions to science through his studies.

position: surgeon.

skillset: wilderness medicine, first aid and emergency response, cross-cultural communication, research skills, navigation skills.

physical appearance:

face claim: actor tenoch huerta.

hair color: black.

eye color: dark brown.

height: 1,76 m / 5'9.29".

weight: 76 kg / 167.55 lbs.

build: athletic.

tattoos: various.

piercings: an earring in each ear.

clothing style: casual and practical, most of the time he's wearing lightweight pants and a fun shirt. he's very fond of sunglasses, and likes to wear accessories when he's not at work. has a collection of sneakers and hats, for various occasions.

distinguishing characteristics: almost always with glasses, his tattoos, cat fur in his clothes.

personality:

mbti: isfj.

enneagram: 1w2.

element: earth.

western zodiac: virgo.

chinese zodiac: rabbit.

positive traits: thoughtful, patient, detail-oriented, reserved, empathetic, dedicated, versatile.

negative traits: self-critical, stubborn, anxious, worrying, indecisive, pessimistic, overthinker.

hobbies: photography, yoga, collecting paintings, gardening, cooking, study languages, organizing and decluttering.

character inspiration: steve rogers (marvel comics), kara (detroit: become human), aziraphale (good omens), garen (league of legends), annie edison (community), catelyn tully stark (asoiaf).

part two: questionnaire.

001. the professor provides every member of libertalia a unique codename that reflects their personality. each codename is derived from various forms of mythology, folklore, or literature. why do you think the professor chose that name for you? do you agree or disagree with his decision?

⸺ “i remember the guy from my history classes, but only vaguely. he was nice and all, if you forget the questionable parts of his methods…” galen shrugs, pouring out more coffee on his mug, and continues. “it's kind of what i do here, be a little nice and very questionable. anyway, i think the professor is just calling me a nerd in a different language, but i will pretend that it's a flattering way to say i am a scholar or something.”

002. gaining an invitation into libertalia isn’t an easy feat. what do you think made you special enough to get handpicked by the professor? and what qualities do you think allowed you to join your position?

⸺ “promise me you won't think i'm being arrogant or anything, but,” he pauses, as if telling a secret “i'm really good at my job.” and then he laughs, lighting the weight of the previous statement. “but it's true, though. after so many years studying and being out there in environments that are less than ideal, having a doctor like me that is perfectly capable of handling emergencies and not freak out when, let's say, someone gets bitten by a snake or hit by a car is pretty valuable. it gets ‘easier’ to do dangerous things when you know that you won't die from the lack of immediate support.”

003. the captain’s crew is the highest position at libertalia, they are the select few who are aware of the professor’s identity. do you desire to graduate to this level?

⸺ “they're a bit like gods, aren't they? yes, it would be nice to know this organization's greatest secret, an honor, ever. it is a big responsibility though, a long, long term goal and not something that i can put in a five steps plan, unfortunately. i am happy to be where i currently am, with my fellow surgeons. maybe one day, who knows the future.”

004. although many members of libertalia don’t know each other’s personal lives, it’s rumored that many members came from suspicious backgrounds. who were you before joining and what was your life like prior?

⸺ he clicks his tongue, thinking before saying: “i was a doctor, always had been, and when my mother died, i knew i needed a change in my life. i joined a program of the brazilian government, in circa 2014, that takes foreign doctors to places in the country that need medical attention – that's how i ended up living in pará for years now and knowing so much about the amazon region.” galen says it softly, drowning in good memories. “i quitted when i got invited to join libertalia, though. i love primary care, but i need more in my life, if you know what i mean.”

005. what was your primary motivation for joining libertalia? was it for the riches or for the thrill of adventure? or is there something else motivating you to continue working for the group? what do you hope to achieve?

⸺ “first it was the money.” he confesses, with a timid smile crossing his face. “i really wanted to move out of the small apartment i had for my first years in the country. then it was just… what else am i going to do? i could go back to academia, maybe finally finish my doctorate, but it wouldn't be as exciting as the challenges that being a surgeon here is. some say that ‘knowledge is a reward in itself’, and i believe it is true in my case.”

006. how would the other members describe you? would you consider yourself to be a team-player or do you prefer to work independently?

⸺ “god, i hope i am good enough for these people.” a grin appears in his face as he makes the joke. “i couldn't imagine myself not being a team player, i mean,” he points to his equipment at the nearest table, “not trusting your doctor is a terrible way to die, in my opinion.

007. libertalia is anonymous, therefore necessitates secrecy outside of the group. how do you balance your personal life outside of this, granted you have one? is there a clear separation between libertalia and your personal life?

⸺ “i have the same policy since my college days: just because i helped with a bandage, it doesn't mean you need to follow me into eats and drinks later. i am here to help, that's all, no need to bring my problems from home to the group and vice versa. as much as i like to chat away about many, many things, i need to focus, as it is literally a matter of life and death sometimes. but, who knows, maybe if i trust you enough, one day i will let you know my mom's old quesadilla recipe.”

008. henry avery’s treasure has been lost since 1695. even with the brightest minds on the case, all leads to find the treasure haven’t turned up. avery’s treasure is the professor’s white whale and after several years of searching, many believe the treasure ceases to exist. do you believe the treasure exists?

⸺ “heavens, no.” a quiet chuckle escaped his lips. “i'm sorry, i know it's this group's lifelong dream, and i know it's important to have a target to shoot for, but there's a difference between ‘looking for a rare painting that was sold a couple years ago’ and ‘looking for a centuries old lost treasure using vague clues’. call me a pessimist, but i'd rather spend our resources in real things, not in… whatever this is.”

009. do you trust the professor? do you trust the libertalia?

⸺ he ponders the question while sipping the last bits of his coffee. “maybe.” galen chuckles, barely audible. “just because it's my job, it doesn't mean i have to blindly trust the professor. one thing is to trust my coworkers, or the captain's crew; another thing, completely different, is to blindly trust someone i don't even know the name.”

[rosesandtoshi]

Please ❅ Miya Osamu

❅ Pairing: Alpha!Miya Osamu x Omega!Fem Reader

❅ Warnings: smut, spanking, hair pulling, oral (m. receiving), abo dynamics, 18+, post time skip. And anything else I missed. 

❅ Word Count: 

❅A/N: Hi. Here is my first omega verse fic. Please be gentle. I struggled picking a character for this one. I hope I stuck to Osamu well. Minors please DNI. 

❅ ❅

Being an omega was always something you knew you’d be. Your mother was an omega as well as your grandmother. The women always seemed to be omegas in your bloodline. Your mother mated early with your father. She had hoped you mated early as well but it never happened. As the older you got, the more worried she’d become.

“You need to find a mate soon. You don’t want to be the only omega not mated.” She’d always say.

“Mother. There are plenty of omegas not mated. I’m only in my 20s,” Was always your response.

In reality, you weren’t ready to mate. You had been with some alphas and they never seemed to be what exactly you wanted. Their scent always driving you away. Date after date and none of them seemed to leave an impression on you. You sighed into your hands as you watched the people pass by the flower shop you worked in. An uneventful day as always. You told your coworker you’d be in the back on your break for a while. Scrolling on your phone, you couldn’t help but smell the scent coming into the shop. It’s smelled like pine cones. The scent was so overwhelming you couldn’t help but get up from your seat and head out the shop. You looked around to see if you could find the person it was coming from.

You noticed only one man in the shop. He was tall with grey hair with an undercut. His grey eyes scanned around the different flowers of the shop before they landed on you. You felt you cheeks heat up a bit as he continued to look at you. You could hear a low growl coming from him before he made his way over to you.

“Hi. Welcome in. Uhh. Can I just say, your scent is amazing?” You said, looking up at him and tilting your nose up. “I’ve never smelt something so refreshing.”

“Thank ya. Name’s Osamu.” He said, leaning down a bit. You felt a purr coming out of you as he leaned closer. “And ya smell like almonds and lavander. Sucha relaxin’ smell.” You could feel your face get hotter. Even the tip of your ears hot. No alpha has made you feel like this before.

“Thank you.” You sheepishly said. “Do you need help finding anything?”

“Actually nah. I work at the onagri shop a couple blocks down. I could smell yer scent from way over there, so I had to find ya.” Osamu said, looking down at you. “Care fer a date?”

“Yeah of course. Here’s my number.”

❅❅

You let out a loud moan as Osamu kneaded your breasts through your shirt. You sat on his lap and he continued to suck on your neck and play with your breasts. A few weeks after going on dates, you found yourself in heat. You need to be filled; filled with Osamu especially.

“Please please.” You begged as you pulled his head back by his hair. “I need you Samu. I need your cock.” You attached your mouth to his neck and bit hard, earning a moan from him. His erection pushing hard up into your crotch. He pushed you down on your knees and you sat in front of him. Your hands reached up to his pants and he shrugged them off along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, slapping his stomach. You stared at it, taking in his length and girth. Drool started to run down your chin as you reach out and grabbed it.

“Let me hear ya.” Osamu growled.

“Samu please.” You begged, moving your hands up and down. His hand reached out and grabbed you by the hair.

“Let me hear ya right.” He said, tugging harder, making you moan loudly.

“Alpha, please.” Your hazy eyes looked up at him.

“Suck it.” He said, pushing you down once more. Your mouth moved down to his head and you gave kittens licks before taking him fully. A gasp came from him as your mouth felt warm. “Yer mouth feels good princess. Can’t wait to feel yer pussy.” You moaned around him as your head started to bob up and down. What you could take into your mouth, you used your hands to pump the bottom. Osamu moved his hand on your face as you continued to suck him off. You could feel your pussy dripping. “I smell yer pussy. Ya smell amazing.” Osmau pulled up off of his cock and crashed his lips onto yours again. You could feel his hands pulling down your pants. Your panties came next and you could feel your slick dripping. Osamu’s claws ripped your shirt and bra and he pulled you on top of him.

“Ride me.” You eagerly nodded, waiting to filled with Osamu’s knot. His hands gripped your waists as he helps you sink down on his cock. A loud moan came from your chest and you were finally filled up. You hands gripped his shoulders as you started to bounce on his cock. Your pussy making the most lewd noises. “Damn. I’ve been waitin’ for this pussy. It’s so amazing.” His cock felt so good within your walls. You’d been aching for him. His grunts and pants made you bounce faster. You felt his hands go to your ass and grip it. He spanked your asscheek a loud moan coming from you.

“Let me hear you princess.” Osamu moan out. He started thrusting his hips up into, causing you to cry out his name.

“Yes yes. Just like that Samu. Just like that. Mm gonna cum.” You moan out as your felt the knot in stomach starting to get bigger.

“Yeah. Gonna cum on this cock princess? Gonna fill you up.” Osamu said. His mouth moved to your neck as he started sucking again.

“Alpha. Mark me. Please. Please mark me as yours.” You cried out.

“Are ya sure princess?” Osamu asked, his fangs grazing your scent gland on your neck. A shiver ran up your spine.

“Please please. I don’t need anyone else alpha. Only you can make me feel like this. Please.” You continued to beg him as your orgasm continued to build.

“If you say so.” His fangs slowly started to go into your gland before he full on bit you. You cried out as your orgasm crashed down on you. Your walls constricted around his cock as he shot his load up into you. You moan as you came down from your high and then snuggled into his chest. Making sure to mark your scent all over him.

“Yer mine forever little omega.” Osamu said, rubbing small circles in your back. Well your mother would finally be happy.

[calif0rnia-lovers]

i want you around.

song link incase you didn’t catch the vibe from the title. 

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: None. Just the return of soft Frank doing coupley shit when he’s not even in a “relationship”

Request: You convince to Frank to take a bath with you to help him relax.

Words: 2.3K

“I don’t see what the fuss is all about.”

Frank may not be as wound tight as he is on an average day, but he knows coming over here hopped up on sleep deprivation and mediocre diner food was not the smartest course of action. Even on a rare eight hours of sleep keeping up with you, when you’re in one of your moods, is a challenge. 

In the time he’s known you, Frank has learned you have more than just one. Mood that is. For someone who’s favorite mantra is “I don’t wanna get your hopes up when I’m not the man you’re looking for” Frank is good at remembering the type of things a boyfriend should. 

Strangely enough, he hasn’t quite figured out how to approach this situation. Each attempt he’s taken in the past has failed, miserably. 

His least favorite of your moods is the one you’re in now. This is the one that leaves Frank Castle powerless. It can knock him on his ass quicker than any bullet slung his way.

Frank can take the ‘angry as fucking shit’ mood any day. He can take you laying into him for doing something stupid like showing up to the dinner to meet your friends, for the first time ever, with a fresh black eye and busted lip. He can take the “leave me alone but don’t leave me alone” mood. Comfortable silence is a favorite of Frank’s. On the flip, he can even handle your “my co-worker annoyed the living shit out of me today, so I need you to listen to my rant even if you’re watching the game” mood. He know its best to keep your wine rack stocked with your favorite de-stressor. 

As he thinks about it, trying his best to read the room in your cramped apartment bathroom, Frank realizes his favorite is when you've missed him enough to allow him to latch onto you without protest. 

If he’s being honest, that was the one he was hoping to find you in after a few days apart.

But...he didn’t, and Frank can’t stand the mood you’re in now. 

His fingers comb through his hair, mind racing on a quick solution of getting you out of the “I worry he's giving in again" mood. When he stopped by your apartment this evening, way earlier than his usual 3 a.m. shuffling, Frank wasn’t expecting...this.

The problem with this mood is that you don’t actually say that you’re worried about him. 

Frank can count on his hand the number of times you’ve physically used the word "worried" when speaking about him, at least to his face. 

The "I worry he's giving in again" mood may be his least favorite, but Frank knows he deserves it. He knew you had every right to worry. You were there the last time he let Frank Castle take the back burner while the Punisher went on a rampage. It wasn't pretty.

It also took a lot longer for Frank Castle to return. 

When you’re in this mood, you won't tell Frank what you're thinking. It's not that he won't listen. He will. Frank always listens to you. It's just that his seemingly dormant partner will only let him hear half of what you're saying. 

Instead of long drawn out lectures, your eyes and movements do all the talking. 

But honestly, Frank knew it was bound to happen soon. 

The last time you’d seen him his knuckles were split open, the skin bloody and bruised. A walk in the park compared to the injuries you’ve seen on him before, but you knew the less damage to Frank the worse the result of his actions. 

Frank’s eyes pass over the label on the purple bottle he’s retrieved from the sink, his hand rubbing against the back of his neck.

“...would it kill you to take a night off and relax like a normal person...” Your voice comes back into focus as he glances your way. “....this city is going to kill you, if you let it, Frank.”

“Lucky for you I’m not going down without a fight, sweetheart.” 

The teasing smile on his lips earns Frank a pair of rolling eyes.

“Yeah, well...you should let me do this for you.” You huff as you readjust the knob. “Make up for all the hell you put me through.” 

Frank studies the bottle in his hands before glancing back to you where you sit on the edge of the slowly filling tub.

He softly shakes his head, his chest rising and falling with a huff. 

“Fine,” he murmurs, his brow furrowing as he attempts to make out the label before him. “The things I do for you.” 

You shoot him a wink before dipping your hand in to test the water.

“Lavande de Haute-” His eyes roll as he lifts the bottle. “This crap probably wasn’t even made in France.”

“Whatever. It has lavender which is proven to have aromatherapy benefits such as relaxation.” 

“Uh-huh,” Frank mumbles as he turns the bottle around and begins scanning the back. “Just let me have a beer I’ll relax just fine.”

You stick your hand out, your fingers wagging for his attention.

“Frank, give me the bottle.”

Shrugging off the sink, Frank passes the bottle over, his arms crossing over his chest. 

Turning the bottle upside down, you give it a squeeze smiling as a generous amount of the contents slip into the water. The aroma hits Frank instantly, his now scrunching in distaste at the overpowering scent.

“Nah, I don’t need all that,” he says, the corner of his lips turning up as you glare at him before squeezing in more for good measure adding to the quickly forming bubbles. 

“It’ll be fine,” you wave as you stand. Frank catches your hips the moment you’re upright. He guides your body forward until your hips press against his. The kiss he brushes against your lips drags your fingers through the locks at the nape of his neck. His nose brushes against yours, his brow arching as you lean back to meet his gaze. “I promise your superhuman powers will not dwindle. I might even be able to guarantee your survival because it is one bubble bath. You can make it, I have faith in you, Frank Castle.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he chuckles as you stand on your toes to place a quick kiss against his cheek. “Let’s get this over with.”

The triumphant smile on your lips pulls a grin to his.

“I love it when you give me what I want.”

Moving to tug his shirt over his head, Frank begins to undress as you sit the bottle back under the sink. He drops it into your outstretched hand.

“What’s next?” He chuckles as he watches you quickly fold the shirt. “Candles?”

“Of course, what am I? An amateur? Come on.”

“I was kidding,” Frank groans as your fingers interlaced with his.

Frank drags his feet as you lead him into the hallway, his hands finding your waist. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he makes it nearly impossible for you to walk. He presses a soft kiss against your neck, his chin resting against your shoulder as you pause outside of the hallway closet.

Opening the door, you take a moment to study the options listing them off as Frank concentrates on leaving kiss against your skin.

“Pink sands…Mahogany Teakwood...Sandalwood...Amber and Vanilla...Eucalyptus and Siberian Pine....”

When he doesn’t respond, you glance over your shoulder at him expectantly.

His deadpan expression cracks just a little before he huffs.

“Let’s try the Pine one.”

“Eucalyptus and Siberian Pine it is.”

Retrieving the candle, you push it into his hands before shutting the closet and turning down the hall.

Frank’s eyes widen as you disappear around the corner.

“There’s more?”

When you don’t respond, he follows you into the kitchen. His shoulder rests against the wall as you stand on your toes.

“The night is not perfect without.” Rifling through the cabinet, you turn to reveal two wine glasses. “A glass of wine.”

“I’d prefer something a little stronger than that, sweetheart,” he admits as you study the wine rack on your left. “What about that single malt from last time-”

“I thought you were doing this for me.”

You lift the bottle of Pinot Noir. Frank’s eyes roll, but the smile on his lips says it all.

“Trust the process, Frank.”

Frank begins to “trust the process” by focusing on lighting the candle while you cut off the water.

Sitting the candle aside, Frank lets his eyes pass over the ridiculous amount of bubbles on the surface of the steaming water.

“All we need are the rose petals,” you smile as you take in your masterpiece.

Frank chuckles, but the smile on your face makes him wonder if you’re serious.

“Okay, that’s taking it-”

“Kidding,” you smile as your hand finds his waistband. “Now. Get outta these pants, and get your butt in the tub.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Frank concentrates on undressing as you riffle through the contents under your sink. Leaving his clothes in a pile, he steps into the tub before lowering himself into the steaming water.

A sigh of approval escapes his lips as the heat engulfs him.

Even if he doesn’t admit it. The mixture of the heat and the scents swirling in the air force his muscles to relax.

You concentrate on uncorking the wine as he sinks deeper into the water. He rests against the back of the tub, his arms coming up to rest on the sides.

“Your wine,” you smile as you pause by the tub.

Frank accepts the glass, indulging you with a sip. His brow arches as he lets the flavor sink in. Taking another sip, he gives you a nod of approval before nodding towards the sink.

“Find what you were looking for?” He asks as you fill your own glass.

“I did, actually.” The mischievous grin that spread across your face causes Frank to shake his head with a chuckle.

“At this point, I’m fully trusting the process.”

“Good,” you smile as you retrieve a jar from the sink.

Taking a seat on the edge of the tub, you hold up the jar for Frank to read.

“Wild Berry & Honey Yogurt Recovery Mask.”

“Yeah, well maybe you should stop using your face as a punching bag.”

“Trust me, I try and avoid it,” Frank chuckles as you concentrating on applying the mask to his face.

“I’ll put one on too if it’ll make you feel better,” you tease as your fingers brush along the bridge of his nose.

“You could get in here with me,” he speaks quietly, his eyes remaining closed as you apply the remainder of the face mask. “That’ll make me feel better than any of this stuff.” 

“Not yet,” you smile as he releases a huff. “Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll take this off for you.”

Frank settles in.

You’re pretty sure he nearly nods off with each passing minute. If you’d told earlier, Frank wouldn’t have believed that this would work, but the blue loofah you drag along his chest and shoulders lock him in a bubble of comfort. By the time you've removed the excess mask from his skin, Frank's glass is empty and he has a satisfied smile on his face.

“You gonna join me, sweetheart?”

"Depends...if you remember this is your time to relax."

Frank's brow furrow as you remain seated.

"The second you start trying to feel me up I'm getting out." You warn.

"That's the best way to relax," he chuckles as you begin to undress.

"I'm serious, Frank-"

"Yeah, yeah," Frank mumbles, his teasing coming out muffled as he leans over press a kiss against your thigh. A pout sets in as he watches you climb in the tub before moving to rest against the opposite end. Before you can get settled, the water threateningly sloshes as Frank sits up his hands grabbing yours.

"Come here," he adds a "please" when you resist.

You groan as he tightens his grip around your hands, gently pulling you forward. Giggles mask the sound of the sloshing water as Frank’s grip easily lifts you onto his lap. His hand finds the small of your back, his eyes watching as you take a sip of your wine. He leans forward bringing his mouth to your shoulder.

"There," he sighs as your arm wraps around his shoulders. Burrowing his face against the warmth of your skin, he smiles as your fingers toy with his hair. "Much better."

"Glad I could be of service."

Your giggles fill the air as your weight shifts forward. Frank drags your body with him as he rests back against the tub.

"You know,” he starts. He pauses as you take another sip of wine, your brow arching in anticipation. “This...Lavande de Haute stuff ain’t that bad.”

"I hate to say I told you so," you giggle as you set your glass aside. "But-"

"We both know you're the brains of this operation," he mumbles, placing a kiss against your lips.

You lean forward chasing his lips as he pulls away. Stealing a final kiss you allow your lips to press against the bridge of his nose. His eyes drift shut, his body relaxing beneath yours. Your lips travel along the bridge of his nose, passing beneath his eyes. He hums a groan of approval as your kisses move to his cheeks. You repeat the process before allowing your lips to press against the corner of his mouth.

"See what happens when you trust the process?"

A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest as his hand reaches up to catch the back of your neck. Nodding, he smiles softly as he guides your lips to his.

Your body relaxes against his as you grant him access to the one thing he's been wanting since his arrival. His grip remains firm. One hand pressed against the nape of your neck, his other massaging the curve of your hip. He kisses you softly, his tongue teasing yours until your fingers are knotted in his hair.

"Anything else left in this process?" Frank mumbles against your lips. "Because I'm ready to get you to bed."

[eightkittens-rp]

4. Alazne 10. Tia 17. Tim 42. Victor 43. Mufasa 61. Miss Toffee 63. Mackenzie 66. Victor 73. Jellybean 74. Alazne 75. Mufasa 76. Jellybean 77. Miss Toffee 78. Tia Sorry for the horrible formatting--I'm on desktop which does allow paragraphs

4: Alazne- What is a noticable physical attribute of your OC?

Technically, she has only one eyebrow. Much like her Uncle Alonzo, one eye is just a plain patch of solid colour.

10: Celestia- What does your OC keep in a special draw?

She does have a collection of neat rocks her siblings bring her when she doesn't want to go out. But her most prized possession is a soft cloth Misto conjured to wrap her up in when she was very small. She's too scared of losing it, so it stays safely away.

17: Tim- What is your OC's imagination like?

Confusing, honestly. He can imagine the most bizzare, abstract things. He sometimes comes out with sentences and words that make sense to only him.

42: Victor- What makes your OC happy?

Learning about the supernatural with Coricopat and Tantomile and dance moves with Aunty Victoria. He loves to learn in general, but these are his abosolute favourite subjects.

43: Mufasa- What kind of sense of humour does your OC have?

Sensible, clean and inoffensive. He will tease his siblings and laugh at jokes, but he would be the first to stop if something went too far and somebody could potentially be hurt.

61: Miss Toffee- What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Most are overwhelmed by her at first. She is an unstoppable ball of energy and questions. But once they get used to her, they think she's very fun and sweet. Skimble especially likes that he has someone to talk trains with and to share all of his knowledge with.

63: Mackenzie- How does your OC display love?

Respect. If Mackenzie loves you, he will stop pushing if he notices he may be going a bit too far. An apology and explaination of what he meant but couldn't quite articulate is the highest honour usually bestowed on select family and Mungojerrie. He is also secretly a bit of a cuddler, but don't tell anybody about that.

66: Victor- What is your OCs favourite food?

This was previously answered! The post can be found here

Victor said "Anything that isn't rice pudding". Not helpful, he is just putting that distance between him and Misto, as he seeks to be independant. His favourite food is actually tuna.

73: Jellibean- What is your OCs favourite form of entertainment?

Exploring! With her siblings, but especially with Pouncival. He knows some great places and is just as naturally curious as her so they go on lots of expeditions around the Junkyard together.

74: Alazne- What is your OCs favourite colour?

If asked her first response is pink-it's very pretty. But as she looks up to Bomba more and more she gets a fondness for red too.

75: Mufasa- What is your OCs favourite scent?

This isn't exclusive to Mufasa, but when they were very small and difficult to settle, Misto created a spray he would put on their bed just before they slept, a mix of lavander and chamomile. Mufasa associated these scents with comfort and relaxation.

76: Jellibean- What is your OCs favourite animal?

This is subject to change every time she sees a different fluffy animal in the animal book Tumblebrutus teaches them out of. Anything tiny and fluffy she immediately adores.

77: Miss Toffee-What is your OCs favourite sound?

She loves hearing the steam train Skimble takes her to see whistling at the station, and Jemima singing. She would love to sing like her cousin one day!

78: Celestia-What is your OCs favourite time of day?

Dusk, just before the sun has fully set, but it isn't so big in the sky. She isn't fond of bright lights or exccesive heat, so she won't go out and sunbathe like others. She also likes the animals that come out in this time, the bats and little fireflies that remind her of Papas magic.

OC asks

[bnha-butterfly]

Uh...I meant the first, so where the squad is autistic (like in the headcanons you wrote, I love those)

-Pal

Say less those are me in my element 😎😎 I added some dadzawa at the end cus im a sucker for Aizawa and his class of mostly autistic kids.

I generally only headcannon Kiri and Bakugou as having autism. But, for sake of the ask lets say they all fall somewhere on the spectrum. From experience people who are neurodivergent or are just generally mentally ill attract one another so its not that weird to imagine they all are on the spectrum and/or neurodivergent

Mina and Denki are both autistic and have ADHD

Bakugou is the most sensitive when it comes to sensory input. He’s hypersensitive to A LOT of things

Denki on the other hand is hyposensitive(undersensitive) to a lot of things 

Nobody ever talks about ticing as an autistic so like lemme talk about everyone's individual tics. I also think that ticing became a lot more apparent after the summer training camp cus that was a traumatic experience for all of them

Denki - I feel like he does the double thumbs up as a tic from time to time. Also like I think he has lots of little tics like rubbing his hands together or going “hmmm” for no reason.

Sero - rubs or scratches his neck. Pats his chest with an open hand. Blinks really hard like he’ll do it over and over and it’ll make his vision cloudy sometimes.

Mina- Taps her fingers against things like she’s typing or playing piano. Makes little clicking noises. Rubs her noise.

Kirishima- I feel like he tenses up his arms a lot and that this has definitely lead to him accidently activating his quirk more than once. Clears his throat. jerks his head to his left. Echolalia

Bakugou- Echolalia (he does this like under his breath) and Coprolalia (specifically the word fuck but occasionally other swear words. Tenses up his hands. Scrunches up his nose.

(afgfgfhfshoisfhfhf Writing about tics made me tic)

Now lets talk about stimming an their favorite stim toys

Denki - Olfactory and auditory stimmer mostly but also a visual stimmer to a lesser extent. I feel like he really likes scented slime. Definetly has room sprays that make him feel calm and help him focus (Im thinking ozone and lavander?) his favorite smell his the earth when its raining, the sent is intoxicating to him and  grounding

Definitely has his balcony door open when it rains even if it is cold

Mina - Auditory and tactile stimmer with a lesser love for olfactory stimming

I genuinely see her as someone who constantly has short acrylic nails (short so they don’t interfere with training and so her nails aren't like constantly ruined) so i feel like she stimms a lot with them. Like she’s constantly tapping her nails against things and softly runs them up and down her arms. Also fidgets with like plastic candy wrappers cus she likes the crinkle sound.

She definitely has one of THESE on her bag and she bought the whole squad ones. She also definitely has a scented microwaveable plush pink lama

The squad all definitely have a sensory stuffed animal whether it be one like Mina’s or a weighted one.

Sero - I feel like it depends on his mood but mainly auditory and visual. Like I just see him chilling in his room listening to music or podcast while he does stuff cus the extra bit of stimulation helps him focus

I feel like he likes those roleplay ASMRtist (like yurivoice , cardlinaudios, madame wigglesworth) he also likes just listening to people ramble?? its like being around people without draining his social battery

He has a whole folder on his phone dedicated to visual stimm videos.

Bakugou - I mentioned it here but he’s an auditory and tactile stimmer. He’s a chewer but he prefers smooth chewables without texture or like ones with minimal texture. He likes listening to the bakusquad talk specifically Sero and Kirishima. 

Kirishima - Tactile stimmer mainly. He prefers the chewables with texture and he has a bunch of tangles that he always leaves around the dorm. He likes having his hands occupied 

ALL OF THEM HAVE SOME LEVEL OF AUDITORY PROCESSING DISORDER THIS ISN’T UP FOR DEBATE

That being said movie nights always include the close captions being turned on

Movie night happens at least once a week as a way to decompress after a stressful week and they take turns picking a movie.

They all have comfort movies but those are saved for bad days

When one of them is having a bad day they either give them space or smoother them in love and affection. There is no in between. 

Bad day movie nights include the persons favorite snacks, favorite movie and they get to be in the middle of the group cuddle pile.

They go shopping for groceries together and remind each other to grab what ever safe food they ran out of.

Bakugou almost always cooks (cus he finds it calming) and he always takes into consideration the groups food sensitivities (he’s bad at feelings but he’s a good friend) 

Aizawa has done a curfew sweep and has found them all cuddled on the common room couch more times than he can count. He’s just happy that they all have each other to rely on.

[apenapaperandadoofus]

hey!!I just got back into mystic messenger and I just adore your writing!!! It's so in touch with the characters!!!^^ could I please get a RFA plus V & Saeran headcanon where they're comforting mc during a panic attack and how they handle it?? Thank you!!

Thank you!! And sorry for taking so long ;;;

RFA+V and Saeran comforting and MC who had a panic attack:

Zen:

“Babe, look at me, everything is alright.”

Zen found you having a panic attack on your room

He quickly walked over to you and knelt down in front of you

“It’s ok, everything is ok. I’m here.”

He will whisper soothing things for you and will run his hands through your hair

When you feel better he will hug you and tell you that he loves you so much

Yoosung:

He honestly panics a bit too

He knew you had panic attacks before

But every time it happened he couldn’t help but get nervous

He will cup your face in his hands and tell you to breathe

“Look at me Y/N. Everything is alright just look at me and breathe, you’re ok, everything will be ok.”

When you calm down Yoosung will hug you tight and stay quiet for a while

He will ask why you felt nervous or anxious and will try to help you feel better

Jaehee:

You were running the coffee shop when you suddenly had a panic attack

You weren’t that good at interacting with people but you tried to change it

Jaehee quickly brought you over to the kitchen and knelt down with you

She gave you a bag and pet your head until you felt better

When you calm down she will close the coffee shop early

And she will bake you some cookies to make you feel better

Jumin:

Jumin has looked up ways to help you through your panic attacks

If you’re having one in the middle of the night he will turn the lights on and try to guide you through your breathing

He also has some lavender near him so he will light up a candle

That way you can feel more relaxed

When you feel better Jumin will hold you close

He will probably ask if you want to do mindfulness or talk about the problem, and he will try his best to help you

Saeyoung:

He quickly makes his way over too you and grabs your hand, letting you see the palms

“Look Y/N, we’re going to do this exercise.”

Every time you see those square things your fingers have you will touch one

You’ll start with the one at the bottom and you have to inhale and exhale

Then you will go to the middle one and inhale and exhale

And Saeyoung kept guiding you through it trying to help you calm down

Afterwards he will ask if you want to talk about it, and will try his best to make the rest of the day a happy one

V:

Like Jumin, he will take some lavander scented candles and turn them on to help you calm down

V will try to get you to focous on the things that are around you

He will ask you what you see

He will also have one arm wrapped around your shoulder

“Everything is going to be ok Y/N.”

When you feel better he will whisper how much he loves you and try his best to ease your worries

Saeran:

He’s been going to therapy for a bit so he knows how to deal with panic attacks

If he sees your having one he will get in front of you and try to guide your breathing

“Ok Y/N, listen you have to breathe for five seconds, then hold for four and then exhale for six. Everything will be fine”

Afterwards he will make some food for you and bring you some flowers

If you want to talk about it he’d be more than willing to listen

[pretyybraindead]

Warnings: fluff(?)

Summary: Dom tries to make you feel better taking a bath together.

A/N: sorry if there's some spelling mistakes, it's my frist time writing something in English. Anyways, hope you like it <3

Dominic had been watching you the last fifteen minutes and the situation was strating to get a little weird.

—Dom, what do you want?

After minutes of not talking, you finally said something

—I want you to tell me what's wrong.

—Nothing.

Dominic knew that something was wrong. You had been thougthful and quieter than normal that week plus you had been in bed for hours. Normally you were the frist on wake up and spent the morning exercising, cleaning, studying or you went to the university but that Saturday morning you hadn't done anything of that. You spend all the morning lying in bed while looking stupid things in your social media of playing silly games on your phone.

—Something bad is happening to you

You couldn't help but smile, he seemed so cute to you when he was worried.

—It's nothing bad, I promise. I just don't feel good, I don't feel like doing anything today.

—Are you sad?, Is something I did?

You smiled again.

—No, it's okay. I just don't feel motivated enough.

Dominic spent a few seconds thinking about what to do to try to make you feel better. He hated seeing you sad or unmotivated.

—Maybe taking a hot bath makes you feel better.

—Can we take that hot bath together?

—Of course!

Now Dominic seemed more happy and energetic.

Some seconds later, Dominic went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub. Meanwhile you got up slowly and went straight to your favorite part of the room. It was a simple shleve full of candles of all colors, sizes and scents. After some minutes, you decided to grab a ligth purple candle that smelled like lavander. You also grabbed a lighter and went straight to the bathroom.

When you entered the bathroom, you found Dominic sitting in the toilet while the bathtub was filling. Has soon has you entered, Dom returned his eyes to you. While you placed and lit the candle Dominic followed your smooth movements with his gaze.

—Can I help you to take that off?

Asked Dominic, referring to your pijama. You nodded in response.

Dom got up quickly and started to undress you. The frist thing he took off was your big t-shirt leaving you with just a pair of panties. He took some seconds to admire your body. Even if you didn't looked like a model, every inch of your nude body drove him crazy. While you were taking off your underwear, Dominic started to undress himself too.

Once you were fully naked you got into the tub carefully and soon after Dominic got in too.

The bathtub wasn't very big, but you both managed to fit comfortably. Dominic was sitting with his legs stretched out and a little bit open, you sat on top of him in the same position. He was wrapping his arms around your torso while drawing different shapes on your back with his fingers and your foreheads were together, leaving our faces a few millimeters away.

—I luv ya.

The thick accent of Dominic made you smile.

—I love you too babe.

After saying that, you leaved an inocent and short kiss on his lips.

_____________________________________________

[jaeyleo]

Hmmmm,, 99 with Marvin and anyone?? 👀

99- “Hey! Hey, calm down. Calm down, it’s just me.”

tws: read tags

note!! this is meant to be in more of marvins perspective so visual cues are not gonna be in this, but you’re gonna get a feel for how he “sees” the world. hope y’all enjoy!

———

Beating heart, fast, fast, fast!

Marvin puts his hands out, taking a deep breath. He listens, waiting, hearing the echoing heart in front of him. The heat of pure terror radiates from their body like a furnace heat, and he can taste the salt in the tears that drip down their cheeks. One drips from their chin, landing on the ground. It splatters. He hears it. He can smell copper, did they hurt themself? Or is that what the blade in their hand is made from?

He takes a deep breath through his nose, trying to find a familiar scent. He listens to their bones, to their muscles, smells the sweet scent of peaches, lavander, and rain. Jameson.

He takes another breath in. Sour cherries. Drowning roses. Copper. Star dust. Anti.

Anti’s power is thick in the air, so heavy and hot it almost sticks to Marvin’s skin. He can feel the pain of it, the heat of it, the way it makes humans so hypnotized and feel so good yet so completely horrible and terrified at the same time. It’s spoiled syrup and rotten milk, disgusting and so vile yet humans want a taste just because Anti’s gentle voice convinced their minds it was honey and hazelnut milk.

“Jameson,” Marvin calls, his voice a gentle hand in a creek being tossed around in a storm. “I need you to trust me. Let me help you.”

A low, warning whistle comes out from the body he walks to. Morse code clicks from his tongue, d- a- n- g- e- r.

Marvin takes another step forward, and a loud bang against the wall tells him to hault. He tastes dry wall. He feels the dust swirling around his skin, raising the hairs on his arms. Jameson stabbed a hole into the wall.

Another tear falls from the man’s face, this time hitting his clothes instead of he floor. Marvin can hear it soaking into the fabric.

“I can make it stop. Just let me help you, Jameson.”

“K- i- l- l y- o- u!” scream the urgent clicks.

“You can’t kill me. You can hurt me, but you can’t kill me.” Another step. “Let me-“

Lightening fast muscle movements. There is a blade at Marvin’s throat, cutting a thin line of gold. In a second the Star has ahold of the weilder’s wrists and turns him round hard into the wall, and the blade comes clattering to the floor. Thrashing and kicking out, Jameson tries to break free. Shrill whistles of a wrathful siren’s song spit from his mouth, and Marvin flinches, feeling the music try to eat him alive. It rings in his ears, it’s getting harder to focus.

“Hey, hey...!” Marvin says, over the whistles. His voice is a low fire, warm and comforting after coming inside from a rainstorm. “Calm down, calm down. It’s just me, Jameson. It’s just me.”

Marvin struggles to keep the man in place, keeping him pressed into the wall. Through his hands he sends warmth, he sends calm, he sends real honey and hazelnut milk. He sends heavy bones and tired eyes, sleep, honey, sleep.

Jameson’s thrashes turn into squirms, and his squirms turn into trembling fingers and cold hands. He falls back into his friend’s arms and chest, his heart beating, fast, fast, fast! But slowing, slowing, calming. Resting.

A shaking breath is let out from Jameson’s mouth as he is lowered to the ground, gentle, slow movements setting his head against the tile. Marvin sits down beside him, picking up each of his hands inside his own. Warmth. Calm. Honey. Sleep.

“It’s alright now,” Marvin says, as the man beside him tries desperately to stay awake. P- l- e- a- s- e, beg the morse clicks of his tongue. P- l- e- a- s- e, says the tugging of his arms and the way the muscles of his back move, as if he’s trying to stand up but doesn’t have quite enough strength.

“Just rest. You’re safe now, Jameson. I promise you. I promise.”

Warmth. Calm. Honey. Sleep.

The tugging of his arms slow, and the muscles in his back and shoulders relax. Warmth, calm, honey.

Sleep.

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[7:35] Is it just you, or is the dinner lighting warmer than usual? Or maybe it was the ambiance that changed rather than the lights — the table is full of fancy dishes and everyone is placed on their respective seats, chatting. The extravagant glasses are shiny — if you look closer and focus hard enough, you could see the convincing smile plastered on your face. A sarcastic laugh rings inside your mind as you remember what you had said earlier in front of the mirror as you doll yourself up; Just pretend like you're happy until you eventually forget that you're pretending. A sigh almost draws from you, but you hear a call of your name, diverting your attention from the glassware and you meet a pair of eyes.

The Na's are back in town, and your parents being your parents, invited them over without even telling you that they would be coming until two hours before the whole deal. It's not like they had to tell you though, your opinion doesn't matter and it wouldn't mean, nor change, anything — not like it ever did.

The sound of your name sounded foreign. It has been so long since someone called you by your name that you almost forgot you even had one. To think about it, you believe that it was the way he had said it that was different — unlike others who called your name so blandly, his lips dripped with all sweet things and honey as he spat out every syllable of your name. Looking back, you remember sitting on the same bench for years, listening to the sounds of time passing like fast cars on highways, and the way that you tried to look for the sugar-coating on every cries surrounding you — the way you brushed everything off because of their plain and harsh realities until you finally stopped trying, and never listened to anything, or anyone, ever again. Nothing made you feel alive since then. Nothing was the same.

Not since Jaemin.

His gaze was still soft and it brings you back to years ago — despite not seeing each other for years, he still seems so inviting and his scent never changed one bit. His smile is gentle, kind, and it annoys you because of how much it reminds you of how you still completely, undeniably, stupidly miss him, and you're thinking that at this point, nothing is gonna change that. Alongside the memories, he brings back feelings you'd rather keep buried.

You want to run to him. You can't run to him. He left you. He left you like he said he wouldn't, like everyone else who he said he wouldn't be anything close to — he lied to you and you don't want to run to him who is a liar. But damn was it tempting.

"Oh, I remember our little Y/N and Jaemin running around the playground before," Mrs. Na smiles as if on cue before Jaemin tries to start up a conversation, "I still remember Jaemin asking about how to make flower crowns for his princess Y/N."

"Weren't you guys dating?" your dad cracks up alongside the whole table, except you who had your hands clenched, "I remember my little girl coming home to me and telling me that she has a boyfriend and is gonna be married, at five years old."

"We’re just friends," you say firmly, "Me and Jaemin, we’re just friends," you force yourself to push his name out of your mouth and it left your throat parched. You feel their gazes burn you and you look away, like you always did.

It’s usually not a lie. Usually. But this time, it's true, you're just friends. That was partially true because that's what you called it, but that was not how it felt like. Jaemin is your best friend. Or was. Maybe Jaemin was your best friend — although he was always more than that. Either way, the things you said as a five year old isn't supposed to make you that defensive, and you apologize about being so uptight when you're supposed to have fun with them. They brush it off easily, laughing about how adorable you are despite growing into such a woman.

This feels nice. Just your parents, Jaemin's parents, Jaemin himself, you and the wall you built around yourself. The attention given to you tonight was worth the attention your parents give you a year, and the compliments you got in a single night was equal to what you had in years and it frightened you how strange it felt. You dwell on it until you couldn't anymore, and your past is swallowing you up yet again.

It was a mess after Jaemin and his family moved, leaving you with his favorite hoodie and a snow-drop. You tore it all to shreds — or you wish you did. You didn't want to face the fact that it is still safely tucked under your pillow, and the flower pressed in between the pages of the novel the two of you used to read together. It's still there, marking your favorite chapter, as safe as the piece of clothe — wanting to forget but afraid to get rid of him completely. Jaemin was the only one who saw you. Jaemin was the only one who gave you attention and love your parents deprived you of, and Jaemin was the person who broke you more than all of the others did.

You were in too deep when he left and to distract yourself, you decided to do volunteer work because it kept you busy and the work gave you satisfaction — it made you feel as if you were needed. For the next months you tried to make everybody happy to fill the void in your heart, until it ended the way it's bound to end — you completely forgot yourself trying to make everybody glad, until it drained you, until you had nothing left, until you stopped.

You realized that sulking did you nothing so you eventually resorted to making friends — it was a wild ride. At first you befriended the nice ones, but all it did was make you realize that you were really a disposable person. You weren't there because anyone liked you, but instead they took you in because they didn't want to look rude. You were with them, but you didn't belong, and as you predicted, they all left you and all the blame was directed on you by your parents — they said, you were too uptight, too clingy, too emotional and you always over talked to people it became annoying and awkward.

In spite, you loosened up, isolated yourself so much that you hated affection, let yourself out in the cold too long that your heart froze. Being the good child didn't do you good, maybe you can get more attention with destructive tactics — it's not like there's much to destroy in you, anyway. You made up a lot of stories about your adventures when someone asked you about them, and always told people you're okay, you're fine, you're doing well, even when you're falling apart. Maybe it was partly because you didn't want anyone to know, maybe it was because nobody was interested about you to insist you talk about things because it's so obvious that you're not fine at all — and maybe because you knew that no one would be around long enough to figure out you were lying. As expected, none of your friendships worked out.

You never learned how to make and keep friendships. You did your best to be outgoing for years, but at the seclusion of your room, you can always just stay alone and be fine. As fine as a sad person could be. Whenever someone comes over, you do your best to help them be comfortable — you have to help them. You cook food, serve drinks and even let them have control on what to watch even if it bored you — 'If I keep helping them, they’ll hang out longer'. You just grew tired of it — chasing people who don’t want you for affection they wouldn't provide you with. You grew tired of being so easily led on. It never felt like you belonged anywhere else, and you like it. You grew to like it. You liked it so much it made you cry sometimes, or that's what you wanted to believe. At day you daydreamed of being the person everyone needs, and at night you thought of having someone cuddle you close and whisper assuring things in your ears — every second that passed, you imagined living far, far away.

"Hey," a voice snaps you out of your daze and you recognize your bedroom from the velvet pillows and lavander fragrance — you don't remember your room being this bright, you didn't find the sense of switching the lights on because it was just endless dark even with blinding lights, anyway. "You spaced out."

You settle down and he takes the space beside you before lying down, making a comment about how your room changed a lot but your bed frame didn't even move an inch (despite it being bigger now, he just became a giant). You remain silent through it all, still trying to comprehend that Jaemin is beside you.

"So, how's school going?" he asks you, trying to spark up a conversation. A bad start, really. "Any friends?" An even worst follow up.

"None," you focus your gaze elsewhere, as long as it's not his eyes, "I always transfer schools anyway. All the friends I make the past school year ends up leaving." Lies. You were just not that interesting to make them stay.

Still, you're not about to make yourself look like the broken hearted fool you are to Jaemin — you miss him, yes, and he's not about to know that.

"That's it? You just let yourself be alone?" he suddenly springs up in a sitting position, "Didn't I tell you to surround yourself with people before I come back, so you don't feel lonely?"

'And you also said you wouldn't leave, but I didn't question you about that, did I?' was what you desperately wanted to tell him, but you settle with the plain and boring "Well, it was just easier for me to be alone than to explain why I can't be what they want me to be."

A moment of silence wraps around the two of you and neither dared to breathe, neither dared to speak. He laid back down, groaning when his head meets a hard surface and your eyes widen at the realization — he already took away the pillow and revealed the old piece of clothe and the book way before you could even stop him, and your heart beated so rapidly and so slowly at the same time.

"Oh… you... you kept it," he says, in awe as he scrambles to get up and stand in front of you, "Y/N… You…"

"I didn't know what to do with it. Why did my parents let you upstairs in my room, anyway?" you mutter, eyes looking up at the ceiling, your voice quiet until you decide to crack up to a laughing mess, "If you wonder why I kept it, you said it was only an out of town trip for a week… so naturally, I kept it and waited until you came back to retrieve it. I got tired of waiting and forgot about it, until today. It doesn't mean anything."

Lies. Infact, you though about it everyday, every second that passes, every breathe you take. You whine silently when Jaemin moves to kneel in front of you so that you are at eye level, hands moving to grab yours and you couldn't see anything through the blur covering your sight. You found the tears that spilt pathetic. You almost forgot about them — you hadn't cried in years. Maybe it was Jaemin. You nod your head, yes, of course it's Jaemin. It always is. A hand presses against your cheeks to dry them, "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have lied, because it would've been so hurtful too if I knew someone was lying to me, but I didn't have a choice. I didn't want to break your heart that way."

"So you broke my heart another way, instead?", you chuckle sarcastically, and even if you want to push his hands away, you didn't. It felt nice. It felt cozy. It felt like many years ago, it felt like something you shouldn't get used to because of it's uncertain nature, "Leave." you say in a brittle voice, "Leave before we end up saying things we'll regret later."

"No. You're mad, Y/N, I know, but it wasn't meant to go this far, I swear. It wasn't supposed to," he grasps your hands tighter, "Do you trust me, Y/N? Do you trust me enough to know that I would never intentionally break your heart like that?"

"Why? Will that make you stay?" your tone was shaky and you couldn't help but sob, because hell, that's what you want him to say and that's what you want to hear. That he will stay. That he won't leave. That he's yours, and has always been.

He stands up, and you're just so ready for him to leave. You thought it was the best option for the moment, but the hug he tugged you into proved you wrong, and in his hold, you realized that you were content with being alone, but you didn't fancy being lonely.

This feels nice. Just Jaemin, you, and the wall you built around yourself that took itself down to let him in.

"I'm gonna stay. I'm here to stay." he whispers, and it was enough to open all the doors you locked away from people's reach. It felt weird but welcomed, being hugged by him, and the first time after so many years you felt safe — safe enough to let your guards down. You talked and talked until there was nothing to talk about anymore, until every little heartache was explained to him, until he confessed his love and until he claimed your lips, ever so gentle and dripping of the honey you craved for so badly.

This feels nice. Just Jaemin, you, and the home the two of you built for yourselves. Always happy, maybe facing little bumps every now and then but not any less content, warm, and never short of sugar, sweets and honey.