#kissing them on the forehead and affirming they did nothing wrong ever

[coryosprettiestgirl]

i’ll look after you

mentor!coriolanus snow x victor!fem!reader

content warning: talks of murder, hurt, comfort, mentions of blood

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

coryo, coryo, coryo.

his name replayed in your mind like a prayer. you just wanted to see him. it was all you could think of right now. he was all you could think of right now.

your hands shook as you stare down at them and tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks. you were in shock. you had been dragged from the arena only moments ago and now you were stuck in a cold room with nothing but a dim chandelier and some capitol flags to decorate it.

upon hearing the door open, you jumped. in some ways it felt like you were still in the arena. this was one of them. you were constantly on edge, every little sound triggering your anxiety and a bone chilling shiver.

your eyes met the cerulean ones you had started to find comfort in and before you knew it, you were breaking down again. your legs buckled and you dropped onto your knees as sobs wracked your body.

“hey hey hey,” he panicked as he jogged over to kneel beside you. “just breathe, angel. you’re okay. you’re safe now.”

he took your face in his gentle hands, cupping your cheeks and tilting your head up so you could look at him. seeing your teary eyes lack their usual glimmer he began to love was almost making his own start to water. “i—i can’t,” you stammered.

his thumb swept back and forth across your cheekbone as he leaned up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “yes you can, sweetheart. take a deep breathe. can you do that for me, honey?” he placed his hands on your cheeks again, redirecting your gaze so it was on him once more. “breathe with me.”

your eyes watched his closely through the thick tears, inhaling with him and slowly exhaling in sync. you did this three more times to allow your breathing to slow.

he gave you a soft smile. “see? you did so well for me, angel.” his hands lowered to hold your smaller ones in his. “c’mon. lets get you on your feet.”

he stood up himself and dragged you up just seconds after. you were immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face in the crook of his neck against his red blazer.

“its okay, angel. i’ve got you,” he whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist while his hand rubbed circles over your back. “you’re safe with me. ‘m not gonna let them touch you ever again.”

“i killed them, coryo,” you mumbled sadly. “i’m a murderer.”

you could feel him shake his head. “no. no, you’re not a murderer,” he affirmed, holding you a little tighter now. “you were protecting yourself. you did what you were told, sweetheart. and i’m so proud of you.”

his heart broke at the sobs that escaped your lips. “the water. i thought—i thought maybe coral or—or someone else in that group would drink it,” you cried. “i didn’t mean for it to be dill. i didn’t want it to be her.”

he pulled away from you to add just a few inches between your bodies so he could look at you properly. “i know, honey, i know,” he frowned. “but that wasn’t your fault. you couldn’t control who drank that water. and besides, you helped her. you saved her from the snakes. she died a much less painful death.”

“coryo,” you whimpered. the pain in your chest wasn’t from physical pain, just the guilt that hung heavy. “i’m so sorry.”

he immediately began to shake his head. “you don’t need to apologize for anything. you did nothing wrong,” he assured softly. “i trust that highbottom told you what i did.” you nodded to confirm his assumption. “we all do things we aren’t proud of. but we did it to protect ourselves, right? you can’t blame this on yourself.”

deep down, you knew he was right. it was do or die in that arena. kill or be killed. you can’t dwell on something you can’t change. “did you get your prize money?” you asked sheepishly.

he smiled sadly at you and kissed your forehead. “no,” he muttered under his breath. “and thats okay. as long as you’re safe.”

you sighed and let your eyes trail down to the ground by your feet. “thank you for mentoring me, coryo. for protecting me in there.”

his pointer finger and thumb gently grasped the tip of your chin and lifted it before you felt his soft plush lips on yours and his hands on your waist.

your body froze for a moment, melting and becoming completely pliant in his embrace. you smiled into the kiss and brought your hands up to gently tug at his blonde curls by his neck.

and when you two did finally pull away due to the lack of air, you shared a dopey smile. “i’m glad it was you, sweetheart. i couldn’t imagine it being anyone else,” he said before pulling your body closer into his and pressing his lips to yours again.

[v3nusxsky]

Ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with this!

Hey, so like, may I ask if you could do like a reader with inverted n!pples dating larissa ands it's their first time having sex and r is rlly nervous bc of their breasts ? thanks in advance!

-v

Not odd but unique 18+

*Authors note~ I had to do some research into this so please correct me if I'm wrong with any parts of this. Please remember all bodies are different and unique and that's what makes them beautiful*

Trigger warnings~ inverted nipples, first time (virgin r) corruption kink, mommy kink, worship kink oral fingering

Prompt~ see ask ^^^^

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For you, accepting yourself had always been difficult, you knew you were different. There was only about ten to twenty percent of women in the world like you. That statistic alone showing just how rare it was and unheard of it was for anyone who didn't live with them. It also made you so self conscious, you were so careful with any clothing you wore and made sure no one would ever see, afraid of the comments that would undoubtedly voice your own negative thoughts.

When Larissa asked you to be her girlfriend you felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, until you remembered that in a relationship sex would be important, not the most important thing but still important. Larissa knew you had no experience in the subject and she was more than happy to wait as long as you needed until you felt comfortable, she reminded you of that fact all the time and made sure to tell you daily how beautiful you are.

You let months pass without any thought of the act, until you realised you were more than ready to let Larissa have her way with you, if only you could let go of the fear. For the next few months anytime you spent alone you tried to give yourself positive affirmations. Anything that would help you love your body for you. Truly, you knew Larissa wasn't superficial and you knew she loved you for your heart so you had absolutely nothing to worry about. That's why after a year and six months of nothing you decided tonight would be the night. You'd brave it.

Your night started the same, you lay on her sofa with a glass of wine and a book in front of the burning fire while she sat, your legs on her lap finishing last minute emails and basking in the togetherness. Only when she was done for the night did you mark your place in your book and sitting up looking at your girlfriend. She was truly beautiful and you knew how insecure she could be so you wanted to explain before attempting what you'd planned.

"Rissa?" You murmured as your eyes scanned er features before settling on starring into those deep blue eyes, "I think I'm ready. I just need to explain something to you before if that's okay?" Your last bit came off as nothing more than a whisper soaked in vulnerability. She reached to gather your hands in hers, thumbs stroking soothing circles on your hands. "Anything darling. I'm all ears."

With a deep breath you started not realising just how hard this would be, "you're beautiful Ris. I want you to remember that and it's not you, I mean I um I'm not what's considered normal and I didn't want to repulse you" you whimpered at the end, truly you didn't want to make her disgusted by your body. "Darling, you could never repulse me, you're beautiful too my love" she words soaked in love and reassurance caused tears to fall from your eyes, "oh baby don't cry! You aren't meant to cry my love" she rushed coming to wipe your tears away before placing a sweet kiss on your lips. "I'm ready Rissa please" you whimpered against her lips before claiming them again.

The pair of you stumbled into her bedroom, lips never leaving each others. Only when oxygen became a must die you pull apart foreheads resting against one an other, "darling, you're sure? You know you don't have too?" Larissa murmured to you wanting to know you knew that you had a choice. For you, here and now you didn't care that you were different all you wanted was to be hers. Completely hers. "Ris, please I want you to be my first" you confirmed and that was all it took for her lips to kiss down your neck before finding your pulse point. The little whines of need you were letting out was driving the older women wild, you soon found your way to her bed, flat on your back as she hoovered above you. Truly there was no better sight to see.

You could feel your body tense as she took your top from your body, now being left in just a bra the panic swarming behind your eyes was obvious. "Darling? Are you okay?" She murmured not wanting you to be uncomfortable in any way shape or form. Instead of verbally responding you sat up slightly, unclipped your bra with your eyes screwed shut and laid back against the bed. You heard a gasp and immediately feared the worst, hands coming up to cover your breasts as you mumbled out apologies, "I'm sorry I know I'm odd, disgusting repulsing I'm sorry!" You all but cried out only to be met with her gently hushing you and prying your hands from your chest.

"Open your eyes baby" she gently demanded and the submissive streak in you responded instantly, eyes popping open to see her lustful one's. "You're not odd darling, just unique. Is this why you've been so worried?" You nodded your words getting stuck in your throat, not odd? That didn't make sense. Larissa dropped her head to shower your left breast with all the love and attention it truly deserves, moaning against your skin as you whined at the attention. It truly felt amazing, something you'd never thought you'd ever experience. Larissa made sure she'd kissed every inch of skin before moving on to the right breast and repeating her process. Only when she was fully satisfied she'd kissed every inch did she sit back up bringing both hands to a breast and cupping them. "You darling, are stunning and I'd very much like to continue showing you that mommy adores your perfect body" she murmured watching your eyes darken in need at the name, "can you be a good girl for mommy baby?" She purred and you nodded tugging at her dress in a silent reminder she had too many clothes on.

From that moment on clothes were torn from bodies in a hurry, kisses and hands roaming the newly exposed skin until you both lay bare. Larissa then kissed her way down to your freshly shaved core, kissing over your thighs avoiding where she knew you wanted her. You buck your hips upward in an attempt to get more, anything just something causing her to chuckle before coming to take a swipe of your soaked cunt. Only then did you fall flat back on the bed and mumble, "oh fuck me more" which Larissa was more than happy to give you.

She gently brought you over the edge and back down again whispering words of love and reassurance before offering you more, you blindly agreed when you felt her finger tips dancing over your slit. "Darling? Look at mommy, I want to see your eyes as I make you mine, that's it good girl keep them open my love" she purred before sinking her middle finger into your needy cunt. You couldn't help but cry out at the feeling and attempt to follow her demand, only when her finger was as deep as it could go did she purr, "you're mine now baby, all mine!" Loving how you fight you were wrapped around her she curled her finger slightly watching as pleasure flashed over your facial features once more.

After finding that steady rhythm, Larissa brought you over the edge and even managed to add a second finger, your body exploding with pleasure like nothing you'd ever experienced before. "Ris ris fuck please Ris" you whined over and over again. Where you begging for more or for her to stop? You weren't even sure as you flew over that edge, white hot pleasure tearing its way though your body as she fucked you through it. "That's it good girl, so good for me darling, you're so beautiful" she murmured kissing your stomach until she slipped her fingers from your core, a little hiss of pain left you at the sting she left, not quite unpleasant but not something you were use to. "Okay baby, no more you did so good, no more tonight okay? Mommy needs to clean you up thought gorgeous girl can I?"

With you all cleaned up from the mess you'd made and Larissa holding your naked body to her own as your mind came back from the world of pleasure you whined, "Rissa I didn't touch you!" You attempted to move only for her to hold you still, "there's plenty of time for that darling but I wanted you to feel special. Me being your first was special enough and just wait till I get you bouncing those beautiful tits in my face as you ride me"  her words were enough to have a heat spreading over your cheeks, this women would certainly be the death of you, you never thought someone could love you for what you considered odd, but it's true what they say, "beauty is different in every eye of the beholder." You mumbled happily snuggling into your girlfriend. "Tonight was perfect, love you Ris so much" you whispered before falling asleep pressed into her side.

Word count ~ 1642

[truetogaia]

“Hold me, please”

Pairing: Na’vi!Jake Sully x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

Notes: Yet another really small drabble I just finished, just for my own enjoyment as I wanted to depict Jake as this caring, loving and charismatic boy that he is <3 

Synopsis: Reader awoke from a terrible, haunting nightmare only to face a relentless storm, they scramble to get a hold of their mate. When Jake sees the despair and fear in readers' eyes, he pulls them close and comforts them lovingly.

WARNINGS: mentions of panic attack, nightmares, thunder and so on <3

Word count: about 500 I believe, so it really is just a short imagine ♡

Reblogs and support greatly appreciated, kisses ♡

The steady rumbling of thunder made you jump, waking you instantly. The nightmare that tainted your slumber haunted your mind, engulfing you like water. You felt as if you were drowning, in fear and physically. Jake’s sleeping form was sprawled out on the bed-like carpet beside you, snoring away without a worry in the world. Your hand shook mercilessly as you reached after your mate, desperate to get into the warmth of his hold. 

He stirred in his sleep, mumbling a few words before going back to those echoing snores. Your heartbeat was fast, too fast, you needed to calm down before you spiraled into a panic attack. Heavy tears poured from your eyes as silent sobs ripped from your body, your cheeks were prickled with salty tears as the flow didn’t stop. The feeling of  a strong arm wrapping itself around your waist and pulling you closer made you stop for just a moment. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” The drowsy voice of your mate only lured more tears and sobs from your throat. You felt pathetic, shameful and embarrassed. Why did you make such a big deal out of nothing? Thunder was a completely natural thing, it was even something you normally found soothing, but in this moment, it was too much. You cried harder as your partner brought you into a warm hug, embracing your quivering figure, an expression of worry setting on his features.

“Hey, darling. Come on, talk to me. What happened?” You cried harder into his chest, his arms wrapping themselves to securely rest around your trembling form. He couldn't quite decipher the words you produced through your hicks and snivels, but he tried his best, slowly rubbing your back with his hands. Once you had calmed down a bit, he carefully placed a hand on your cheek, lifting your face up to meet his gaze. 

You smiled meekly, eyes puffy and red from the abusing tears. Jake pressed gentle pecks to your forehead, showering you with praises and words of affirmation.

“I love you, you know that?” You nodded as he reached a hand to dry your tear stained cheeks. “You’re my girl, my amazing, beautiful, strong girl.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck as a giggle slipped past your lips. His heart tingled at the noise, and once again, he was peppering your soft skin with loving kisses. You squirmed, chuckling silently when he reached the ticklish areas of your neck. 

His head soon found its place on your chest, a distinct hum of approval escaping his lips as your fingers drew shapes and circles on his forearms, digits occasionally running through his silky hair, playing with it. The soft thunder soon regained its soothing effect, lulling the two of you into a deep slumber, bodies pressed against each other in a loving manner, creating a safe, protecting bubble.

Hope you all are having an amazing evening, if you ever need anything , like a place to vent or just some comfort, my inbox is always open ♡

[nolassolace]

HHHHHHHH

I caved

Fight me

Here's the dumb little nark drabble I wrote at 4 am. I typed it all up on my phone so I really don't care if it's formatted wierd or if there's any punctuation wrong oops?

Might do a small series with it who knows.

But yeah here's one of the ways I see Nicky and Larks first kiss going down.

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Lark realized he may have been in just a little bit deeper than he originally intended with one Nick Close than he had thought.

The two of them grew up together, went through tough shit, nightmares, break ups, experiments, the list goes on. Nicky was a big fan of always throwing out the good old “ Nothing brings people together like shared trauma.” quote  always through a crooked grin and a shrug of his shoulders, and you know what? He was right.

After everything, Lark could only go to Sparrow for so much. But Nicky? He could rant about his dad to him for hours on end. That's when this whole mess started, the feelings and all that other bullshit.

They were probably 16 or something. Who cares really? Lark had been ranting non stop going on almost 45 minutes (not that Nick was counting) It was when Lark was having a hard time calming his breathing and Nicky stopped him from pacing, grabbed his shoulders, gave them an affirming squeeze, looked in his eyes and barely above a whisper said “ hey, man, deep breath. You're good, I'm right here.” amber eyes searching into his with concern and reassurance, then a gentle kiss placed to his forehead before the other ruffled his hair and stated light heartedly “ it's gonna be alright song bird.”

As they got older things got a bit more complicated. Nicky started spending more time in the infernal plane, he’d visit every now and then and when he did they would stay up all night talking, laughing, having a few drinks, better judgment stalling things that could ruin a good friendship. Especially when the older of the two would do things like fidget with the brunette's hands or rest his head on his shoulders. Lark liked when Nick would do those things which just made it that much worse. He'd notice how Nick's fingers were always warm and his nails ever so slightly pointed, and his hair always smelled good, even with the addition of the infernal planes smoke.

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There were a few times that were too close for Larks' comfort honestly. Like when Nick would play with his unruly locks as they watched tv together and fell into comfortable silence. Or when he would teasingly blow smoke in Larks face when they shared a smoke or even worse the way they would perfectly banter with each other through arguments when things got too competitive.

Their first kiss happened in Larks second year of university. They went to some party on campus since Nicky was visiting after who knows how long. Lark decided it was best for his mental health to not keep track ( 63 days).  Nick was quick to show his skills in Guitar Hero as soon as he saw the avatar selection screen on the tv in the living room. It didn't take long for him to start beating ass left and right at the game. As bystanders watched in awe, Lark sat nearby sipping on a solo cup tracking the half demon's expression as he played, his heart stuttering at the curve of Nick's smile, the faint glint of canines being ever so slightly too sharp. The way he bounced on his feet when he got too into the song and gave an occasional hop that made his black hair bounce on his shoulders and get in the way of his eyes which always led to him flipping it out of his face. Lark let a fond smile slip when he could see the ever so slightly visible smoke and warmth radiate off his friends fingers on the plastic frets as he tried to suppress his hellish nature. 

Nick finished his last round before he let some poor freshman take their turn to try and follow up the show he had put on, he plopped down next to the younger on the worn down couch, stole his cup and chugged whatever was left of the awful college grade concoction. Nick patted his back and noted he was going to go get them refills before standing and taking his leave to the kitchen which before Lark knew it and before his brain could scream at him to stop what he was doing he was following Nicky close behind following the sweet smell of that he carried with him.

Once in the kitchen, solo cups refilled, Nick turned around to face Lark, only a little surprised to see his friend had followed him “ ahh it too loud out there for ya songbird?” his lips curled as he got ready to make some cocky remark about lark missing him after barely 30 seconds, the younger cut him off barely above a whisper of “ Shut it Foster” practically whispering it in to Nicks lips as he closed the distance and gripped the front of the jacket that he'd been gifted by his father. Lark waited to be pushed away, for the older to separate from him and chew him out or just disappear like he had gotten so good at.

But it didn't happen, at least not how he expected. 

The ravenette pushed back just the slightest to break the kiss just for the tiniest moment. Amber eyes desperately searching Sage ones trying to find the hints of how this could be a prank or any type of deception, and when he couldn't see any, the faintest glow of blue flickered from Nicks eyes the same shade his horns seemed to give off like the center of a match and he dove back in to the kiss. He snaked his arm behind Larks neck to hold him close and it didn't take long till the cup was spilled down his friends back as they backed up into the pantry in a mess of drunken passion, open mouth kisses, tightening grips on clothes, just barely too warm fingertips brushing across scarred skin and the faintest scent of smoke.

Nick was the one who broke the kiss, panting and touching his lip with his hand after Lark had given a bit of a too confident bite. Maybe it had been too far? And of course only now he would realize this too late and he was absolutely going to beat himself up for it forever now as Nick practically rushed out of the kitchen and back into the fray of the party. Face flushed, his nose and lips the same warm shade of red. He shouldered his way past a few people and made his way to the back yard, opened a stupid portal back home to the infernal plane with his dumb flaming fingers and vanished just like that. Just like he had gotten so good at once they had gotten older. The portal closed and the smell of smoke and Nicks shampoo lingering in the air around Lark, he groaned and rubbed his face with both hands in frustration before punching the door of the pantry and leaving a significant dent in it. It didn't take long for him to grab his jacket and notify Sparrow he was going home.

Nicky didn't come around as much after that.

[saythemagicword]

PIERCING THROUGH THE SHADOW OF FAITH

Part 1v

I didn't paid much attention to Dominique's actions; I trust him. Seven months have already passed by and we're still lovey-doveys. Yes, we still love each other very much, but Dominique became less endearing than he was before. One Sunday morning, while Dominique was out in the playground with our eight month-old Quiana, I found out I was pregnant with our second child. Of course I was excited, but I decided not to tell him right away; I thought I should wait for more weeks before telling him.

The next Monday, I came home alone pretty early. Dominique was out of town for business purposes and Quiana won't be home for three days as she's staying with her grandparents: my parents. As I was climbing up the stairs, I smelled something that hasn't passed through my nose for quite a while.

I started to have a skeptical feeling. When I got upstairs, I was wondering why the door of our bedroom was slightly opened when I clearly locked it before I left that morning. When I was about to enter the room, I saw a scenario that left my jaw on the floor. It was a scenario that I was expecting the least in our marriage.

At that moment, something inside me died. I saw him lying on our bed, peacefully sleeping with someone else. Pain and hatred dominated my whole being which caused the tears to accumulate in my eyes. He's supposed to be out of the town, right? What was he doing here? How dare he? All this time, I was giving him the benefit of the doubt. I feel dumb for doing that. My dearest was now endearing someone else. Not only he hurted me, but also his children.

I just walked away; no confrontation, no nothing. I was too devastated to waste a single bit of energy left in me. I went to the playground near our village. It was so empty, just like my mind. I poured my heart out thinking where did I go wrong; where did it all go wrong. I just cried and cried and lost track of time. I was slowly being consumed by the pain he caused me. I suddenly became a mess.

The next day, I found my husband waking me up. I was so hurt that I didn't realize I fell asleep in the slide. "My dear, what happened to you?" he asked. Wow, the nerve to ask me that, prentending to be caring. The moment I saw his seemingly innocent face that covers the reek of garbage in him... PAK! I slapped his face as hard as I could. I saw how his left cheek turned red. He was astouned by what I did. But before he could say a thing, I immediately stood up, planning on leaving him behind. But then, he suddenly grabbed me by the waist and kissed my lips. His grip was really tight. I instantly pushed him and removed his hand from my waist which, once again, shocked him. "What the heck is going on?" he asked. "Why don't you ask yourself?!" I roared. This time, my heart hardened. I don't care about him anymore. I left him alone in the playground and went to my parents' house where my daughter was staying.

When I arrived, I hugged Quiana with all my heart. And no, I didn't cry, I have to pull myself together. I have to remain strong, at least for my baby— I almost forgot, at least for my babies. My parents are the only people who knew about my second pregnancy. I asked them not to tell anyone else.

"My darling Quiana, Mommy promise to keep fighting. I promise to be strong for you, and your unborn sibling." I affirmed to my daughter and kissed her forehead. "And to you, my new baby, Mommy is sorry that you're a result of a complicated love. I promise to take care of you and make you feel loved, even when your father is missing." I whispered while caressing my unnoticeable bump. After that, a loud thud coming from the door echoed through the melancholic living room and heard a voice I don't wan't to hear.

"You're pregnant?" asked the cheater. Yes he followed me. He knew where I was. He knew I had nowhere to go. Ever since we got married, there's only two places that I go to: my best friend's place and my parents' house.

He knew I wouldn't go to my best friend's place. Why, if you may ask? It was her; my husband was having an affair with my best friend. She cheated on me, with MY best friend.

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[boytouya]

like real people do

pairing ★ dabi x male reader

genre ★ fluff, angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff...

warnings ★ manga spoilers, blood (crying)

w.count ★ 1440

request ★ “I nearly sent an ask to Slutouya thinking it was you for the 4th time💀 I want request headcanons of bath times with Dabi where he lets you take care of him, wash and baby him.” -anon

a/n: why did i realize that you said headcanons after i wrote it- i’m so sorry!! taglist in the reblogs <3

A single droplet of red makes way to cool water, swirling in different directions until it relaxes into a pale shade of baby pink. Touya’s back rests against the cool, porcelain surface of your bathtub, his cold staples pressing into his shoulder blades. Grooves of torn skin, rotten and purple, carry flashes of pain across his torso, his neck, his arms, his jaw. But with you, it feels numb. The gentle caress of water on his skin is almost heaven, soothing to his broken skin as he presses his head against your hands. Touya doesn’t complain, not when you fill a cup with water and pour it over his white locs of hair. Not when your fingers massage his scalp so tenderly, not when you hum to him.

His eyes, squeezed painfully shut with stress he didn’t know was building behind his skull, open slowly. You. You were his boy, his everything. The reason why he watched the sun rise, the reason why his touches across your skin would linger. The reason why he looked forward to the next morning. Even if it was filled with pain. You’d be there. You made life worth living. Maybe he cared too much, maybe there wasn’t really someone there for him, maybe he was making it all up. Maybe one day you’d disappear into thin air, leaving him with a wreckage of his own body and soul. And maybe it wasn’t genuine. Maybe it was a facade. Maybe you weren’t his boy, and he was yours. But he hoped, and he pleaded to anything, anyone that you were. He knew he was yours. And he hoped to God you were his. He loved you. Tenderly, tragically. He loved you.

Tonight, he’d stare at the cool water rippling in your bathtub and ponder. About you, about himself. A gentle shade of pink, the same as the limited space of healthy skin on his face when you said something to get back at him. Tonight, he’d let blood red tears trail down his face while he loses himself in the sound of your voice. Your humming, your laughter, your positive affirmations. Tonight, he’d listen. No arguing, no awkward jokes after you compliment him. He‘ll give in, just this once, for you. Maybe even for himself. A gentle kiss on his shoulder pulls him back to reality, Dabi’s eyes shifting upwards through his eyelashes to stare up at you. A bit silly from his angle, but everything he’s always wanted nonetheless. ‘Tense’ is the word your lips form, and he can feel his eyebrows press together in confusion. Your hand, steady against his quivering shoulder, presses down gently and- oh. His shoulders are tense.

It’s a shame he cant bathe for too long, not with skin grafts. But he enjoys it anyway, shifting his weight against the bathtub so he can face you, even with suds of soap ruining his hair. He can tell you pushed it back just to kiss his forehead, and there he goes...turning just as pink as the bloodstained water. Just about everything he knew was bloodstained these days. Soaked and overflowing, spilling over the edge until he’s drowning in it. It’s thick and merciless, creeping through his staples and stitches and-

You flick water at him in his direction, a sweet smile on your face. It reaches your eyes, high on the apples of your cheeks. So perfect. You’re so perfect. A pretty boy with pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty skin. He lifts his hands, mimicking Frankenstein for a moment (which he deems as ironic, considering he was the embodiment of such a thing) before wiggling his fingers. Droplets of water land on your face, resting on your cheeks as your hands shoot in front of yourself. The sound you make is ebullient and loud against the tiles of the bathroom. He wished he could bottle it up, keep it safe around his neck and open it whenever he needed a mood boost. All to himself, something to get drunk on over and over.

Touya can’t quite place the sound of his laugh. Airy and tarnished, completely vacant of the bright boy he used to be. But he laughs anyway. He lets it float into the air, even if it falls on his thrawn ears, anomalous to even himself. You seem to never care, your eyes glazing over with something luminous whenever you hear it. He’d never admit it out loud, but it hurts his chest. The catch lights of your eyes reflect the dim lighting of your bathroom, and he can see himself in their reflection. Through your eyes, there’s nothing distorted. Nothing wrong with him, nothing out of place. Through your eyes, he carries the secrets to the universe. Beneath the sleeve of scars is something magical, enchanted and special. But Dabi remains stubborn— slow with handing you his heart. But you knew, and he knew. The best of him belonged to you.

Your warm hands cup his cheeks, just as he’d done with you several times. Sure, a bit of soap had smeared across his face, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Touya can feel his heart do somersaults in his chest, beating against his ribcage as his heart begs him to say something. Give himself to you, offer his hands to sit atop yours, to engulf your own in his kindling flame.

Though the water had cooled long ago, the air against Dabi’s skin burns. Sets his skin on fire, surrounded by shades of blue, the same as his flames, the same as the blue chrysanthemums he gave to his mother in the hospital. It isn’t unfamiliar, Dabi is adjusted to the feeling of burning. Searing through his skin, tearing apart his grafts and leaving him weak. Weaker than before, on doe legs that can’t seem to keep him up. But that’s when he’d turn to you. He’d lean on you. He never uttered a word, not when it counted. Not about you, not about his feelings towards you, but his brain would sing about it all day. All night.

“What're you thinking about?” Dabi whispers into your palms, his eyes fluttering closed. Droplets of water rest on his long eyelashes, collecting at the tip of each strand until he blinks them away. You could only conclude that it was therapeutic for him, and it felt a bit intrusive to watch him relax in your hands. He was yours to hold, to collect the remains of his shattered bones and put back together. Something so raw, so disgusting, but so completely, utterly, undeniably Dabi.

“Just you,” You sigh longingly, dipping the discarded cup back under the water to pour it over Touya’s head. He can feel your movements against the undulation of the water occupying the tub, tilting his head back upon instink. He bares his neck to you, in its full vulnerability, no longer wrapped in bandages that were stuffed with mangled gauze. He lets your feathering touches linger, the corners of his lips blooming into a small smile when his ears pick up the sound of a twinkle in your voice. It’s small, but it’s beaming. Shining against the edge of the tub, illuminating his face. You pinch the skin on his cheek ever so gently, admiration bubbling inside your core when he swats at your hand. “What're you thinking about, Stitches?”

Dabi’s face scrunches up, his nostrils flaring as his staples pull at his skin. The nickname, though a bit unoriginal, was in homage to that cute patchwork bear in Animal Crossing. He didn’t quite understand why you thought of him, seeing as the character was cute and cuddly, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Because he did.

“This tub is big enough for two people.” He says instead, pulling your hands away from his scalp, though the rhythmic circles against his skull were good enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep. He only ever got those when he was with you. He knew you couldn’t join him, he was probably sitting in the bath for far too long anyways. But there would always be a next time, and next time he’d do the same for you. Whisper sweet words into your skin when you thought he wasn’t listening, cup your cheeks with his large hands, press his palms against the softness of your skin when you get tense. But for now, he’d relish in your familiarity. You were his sanction.

[baroquebucky]

the 5 love languages

in which you and bucky love each other, in every and any love language possible

word count: 1.6k

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a/n: hi hi guys !! hope u all enjoy this i went overboard again srry for any typos !! :]

Bucky loved you. He loved everything about you. He loved the way you dressed, the way you cooked, the way you laughed, the way you talked. He loved every aspect of you, even when you were cranky and would stomp away from him in a fit of anger, he loved you.

You loved Bucky. You loved everything about him, the way he bit his lip when he was frustrated, the way he leaned on everything when he was standing, how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, how he would take deep breaths when he was upset about something. You loved every aspect of him, even when he would try to shut you out and deal with things on his own.

1) gift giving

“I’ve read all the reviews it’s supposed to be so good, i hope it isn’t overhyped or ill be really upset” you pouted, setting some brownies on a plate for Bucky, putting the plate in his hand without him even asking. He smiled, thanking you silently.

“it looked good from the trailer you showed me” he spoke, eyes trained on the brownies in hand, he just wanted to eat them already.

“buck i baked the brownies for you, eat them” you laughed softly and he blushed, immediately going for a bite, chewing for a second before stopping.

“that bad huh?” You joked, about to make another comment when he cut you off, shaking his head and swallowing his bite, going in for another right after. Within seconds the piece in his hand was gone.

“oh?” You grinned and threw his head back, moaning dramatically as he finished eating the piece.

“this is the best brownie I’ve ever had in my whole life” he spoke, his face serious as he stated you in the eyes, getting up and kissing your face all over.

“Bucky!” You laughed, shoving him slightly, a smile on his face.

“I know you said you didn’t want anything but i saw this at the store and-” Bucky began, knowing you were gonna be upset he bought you something when you told him the brownies were just out of love.

“James!” You scolded him, trying to look angry but failing as a smile creeped onto you face, eyes landing on the bag he held in his hand.

“Cmon baby you’ll love it” you let out a sigh, a grin playing on your lips as you opened the bag, eyes landing on a pretty notebook and your grin grew wider.

“i know you said you wanted to start journaling so” he motioned to the book and you smiled, cheeks hurting.

“thank you bucky i love it” you kissed his cheek before setting the notebook on the table, sitting on the couch next to him and turning on the movie.

Bucky always bought you little things, he loved visiting antique shops and almost every time he brought back something to give you. His excuse being one of three:

“it was too cute to not get!”

“it made me think of you and so i had to get it”

“i figured i could have it as decoration or you would find some use for it”

You told yourself next time he bought you a gift you wouldn’t take it, and every time your heart melted at his actions and you couldn’t help it.

You would be a hypocrite, considering how often you also bought bucky little things. Getting his his favorite snacks and fruit, buying him shirts and jackets when you went shopping because you knew he’d been wanting some, getting him small decoration items because he wanted to decorate his apartment and buying him candles knowing he loved having his apartment smell nice.

2) acts of service

You and Bucky could either have nothing to do or have no time to breathe, no in between.

Bucky loved helping you when you were stressed, he loved knowing he was helping you stress out less.

He would help you with anything he could, cooking for you, helping you with your work, helping with daily chores so you wouldn’t have to worry about them and you could focus on your tasks.

You loved helping Bucky when he was busy. Being an avenger was tough work and you knew how exhausted bucky would get. You just wanted him to relax when he had the chance.

You would buy his groceries along with yours when has barely returned from a mission, bruised and battered, making him breakfast in bed and stocking his fridge and pantry. You would help clean up his wounds, scolding him when he didn’t want to, saying he would be fine and he just wanted to cuddle you.

When you were both busy you still found ways of helping each other, always trying to decrease the others load, wanting nothing but happiness for each other.

3) quality time

When you both had nothing but time you spent it together. Doing work silently, watching movies or tv shows, baking and cooking together, playing board games, anything you could think of.

Both of you loved going out to the park, walking hand in hand and enjoying the cool breeze, sitting down to watch the sunset and smiling at each other when he was caught staring at you.

You would have some spare painting supplies lying around from the time you had a bob ross night with the team, gathering them up and painting with Bucky for the night.

40’s music filling the air as the two of you talked and painted, ignoring everything except each other.

4) physical touch

Bucky was touch starved, he wanted to be held and loved.

And you did just that.

You peppered Bucky in kisses, holding hand and playing with hair, cuddling him any chance you got. You would sit next to him and lay your head on his chest, letting him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer.

Bucky would always be holding you, having his hand on your thigh while he drove or hold your hand when you went out together, sometimes just linking your pinkies together. He would drape and arm around your waist when you slept next to him, holding you securely and protecting you from the world.

Bucky loved running his fingers through your hair, braiding it absentmindedly at times, kissing your forehead when he finished.

He loved kissing you. Placing sloppy kisses all over your face because he loved hearing you giggle, quieting you with a gently kiss on your lips before pulling away and wrapping you in his arms.

You would hold Bucky when he was upset, running your fingers through his hair and kissing the top of his head. You would let him be the little spoon at times and hold him tightly, making sure he knew you weren’t gonna leave him.

5) words of affirmation

Bucky needed reassurance sometimes and that was okay, you were more than happy to tell him how much you loved him.

“you’re doing amazing bucky I’m so proud of you” you would tell him, looking him in the eyes and pulling him into your arms.

“i love you so much lovebug, you mean so much to me” he would stare at the ground, refusing to believe how lucky he was. But you would always gently lift his face, look him in the eyes and assure him that you loved him.

Sometimes he would have a rough day on a mission, he would be upset and cranky, ending your calls short as opposed to his usual bubbly and excited ones that could go on for hours. You would send him some texts, hoping to boost his mood

i love you and i know you’re doing your best

im proud of you, can’t wait for you to come home to me <3

Bucky loved them, his mood always lifting after reading them.

He would always reassure you, when you were sad, upset or just in a bad mood. He would remind you how much he loved you and how proud he was of you, telling you how far you’d come and how much you’d achieved.

“you’re so amazing and so talented angel, you can get through this” he told you, helping you get through the absurd amount of work you had.

When he was away for long periods of times he would have letters he left for you, telling you to open them on certain days so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Writing to you and telling you how much he loved you, wishing he was there to tell you himself.

Sometimes you got in your head after arguing, Bucky was always there to help you out.

“do you still love me” you whispered, eyes red and teary. You had argued an hour ago and had yet to speak to each other, giving yourselves space to calm down.

Bucky was upset, but he immediately softened at your words, moving to sit next to you and pull you into his chest, stroking your hair softly so you could calm down.

“you’re mine angel, you have me forever” he whispered, “of course i love you baby, nothing is ever gonna change that, especially not one argument.”

You both apologized, talking everything out and spending the night cuddled up. Bucky telling you how much he loved you and you telling him all he meant to you.

Five languages of love.

You thought you would only speak one, maybe two.

Bucky thought he could never learn to speak any again.

You were both wrong.

When it came down to your love for bucky and his love for you, both of you spoke all five languages, and you spoke them well, never failing to remind the other just how much you loved them.

[lokiskitten]

Tom Hiddleston | nice acting skills

Pt2 : the changing room

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

Author’s note : I never originally planned to write a second part but I was being held at gun point so here’s pt2 of the “nice acting skills” imagine KSKSK

plot : after going through this rather peculiar moment, you unexpectedly bump into Tom in one of the changing rooms. From there, things take an unexpected turn.

warnings : smut ( with /legal/ age gap ), unprotected sex, extremely light and discreet spanking.

You were pulled out of your daydream session again by the exhaustingly familiar sound of the director throwing around new orders, setting you and Tom free from set as this scene didn’t necessarily needed to be filmed twice. You were now sent off to the makeup and costumes room which was located nowhere far from the place you currently sat. Tom wasn’t meant to be changing nor getting ready in the same room as you did, which was totally understandable due to the fact that you didn’t share the same gender nor age. He therefore took a different turn than you did, feet leading him to the left as you were accompanied on your right.

You were allowed in your personal changing room, the makeup lady arranging her stencils which laid on the table before the mirror. However, she suddenly seemed to remember about an important detail which she seemingly needed to be getting on the instant. You were therefore left alone with nothing but the costumes and cold cup of tea to keep you company. Sighing tiredly, you sat down on the chair which faced the mirror, eyes falling on your own tired reflexion. However, you were now able to hear the sound of the door opening again, a forced smile appearing on your lips as you expected this person who just walked in to be the makeup artist.

“Did you find what you’ve been looking fo-“ you began, eyes diverting upwards only to land onto Tom’s familiar yet unexpected silhouette. He closed the door behind himself, leaning against the wall as his strong arms crossed against his bare chest. You were now trapped with him. However, it was far from being a bother. But your naturally strong mindset forced you to put up a mask and pretend as if his naked upper body wasn’t something which disturbed your mind and senses. “Oh, it’s you.” You spoke bluntly, trying you best to hide any emotion which could’ve been a threaten to your reputation as a young and serious lady.

Tom smirked. “Yes, it’s me.” He answered, his deep voice which carried a beautiful British accent rolling off his tongue perfectly. It never failed to make your heart and crotch melt. Finally getting up from the door, the older man slowly moved towards your seat before his veiny hands decided to take ahold of the leather material. His ocean blue eyes stared at your reflection in the mirror, yet he wasn’t making eye contact but simply admiring how beautiful your body was. Gently, his hand moved up to your hair which he dragged back behind your ear, fully revealing your beautiful face to him.

“You’re beautiful.” He affirmed, making sure to regulate both his voice and tone in order to guarantee that he would look as attractive as he possibly could- even tho he wouldn’t have needed any of these forced artifacts to seduce you or anyone else. You had caught him red handed through his game, though- again- it was far from being a bother. In contrary, you enjoyed it. However, the little voice in your head couldn’t help but beg you to deny his offer whilst the other part of yourself desperately wanted you to give in his flirts. Your body easily became a battlefield for those two separate opinions to fight and argue endlessly.

Face to your lack of answer- and that mostly because you were lost in your thoughts- Tom tilted his head before moving his hands down to the opening of your robe, gently starting to pull on it in order to reveal your bare chest. However, your own hand was soon to move up to his wrist and take a firm hold of it, asserting dominance and stopping the older man through his track. Face to this hostile move, the actor couldn’t help but grow confused. He frowned and accepted to respectfully pull his hand away. “Do you not want this? I beg your pardon, I thought you shared those same feelings which previously took possession of my body.” Tom explained, referring to how he felt whilst shooting the infamous scene barely a couple of minutes ago.

“No no, I do.” Your responded, your main priority being to make sure that he wouldn’t feel like he was in the wrong nor inappropriate. You finally agreed to get up from the chair you have been sitting on, still unfortunately remaining shorter than your screen partner who towered above you. “But isn’t this... not such a good thing? I mean, I always hear people brag about not mixing your love life with coworkers.” You explained, remaining aware that Tom surely didn’t work that way, which was easily noticeable if you bothered to take a look at the female casts from the movies he’s played in and link it all up with his never ending list of ex romantic partners.

Upon noticing that he didn’t seem to truly pay attention to your words, but more to your face, you stopped yourself through your speech. He was adorning those flirty eyes of his, which no woman could potentially resist to. No matter how hard you fought, in the end, you’d always fall for him. “Can you- stop looking at me like that, with your eyes and.. eyebrows.. and all of it.” You ordered, hands gesturing towards his face. Hearing those satisfying words, Tom accentuated his facial features game. “Looking at you like what?” He responded, slowly moving closer to your body until his hands could finally wrap around your waist. It felt like a huge victory to him.

Before you could know it, Tom’s lips pressed against yours, the man offering you a genuine and intense kiss which honestly resembled the ones he’d give you on set. But for now, this didn’t matter. All that mattered was that you were sharing a wanted and needed moment with your screen partner. His hands moved down from your cheeks to your shoulders, pushing off your robe which fell off your body with ease. Unlike him, you didn’t adorn any form of underwear and was therefore left naked for the older man to cherish and enjoy. The kiss progressively intensified, both of your lips parting in order to allow each other’s tongue to come in.

As he embraced your figure, Tom slowly started to push you towards the nearest wall, the two of you stumbling upon a couple of objects before your back could finally collide with the hard material. You moaned against his mouth, knee moving up to his hip which allowed you to feel his hardening bulge against your sensitive core. Your clit was throbbing, begging for sexual satisfaction coming from the man. Feeling your leg suddenly raise against his hip, Tom’s hand moved underneath your thigh and made sure to hold it up there, offering you some free support so you wouldn’t have to carry the heavy member on your own.

Tom cared a lot about the feminine pleasure- probably more than he did care for his own- which would surely guarantee you a good time spent with him during this early afternoon.

Upon feeling that you were now wrapping your arms around his neck, Tom decided to take the initiative to pull his boxers down- setting free his hardening member which had yet to grow to its full size. He was now able to fully pick you up, hands wrapped underneath your thighs in a cautious manner. His tip wouldn’t stop colliding with your soaking hole, visibly begging for entrance without ever truly daring to cross the step. Thankfully, you knew that Tom had always been a very determined man who usually reached out for the stuff he wanted instead of waiting for people to give it to him.

Therefore, it didn’t take long for him to carefully sit you down on his cock, being able to feel that you were now wet enough to painlessly welcome in his prominent member. You guys moaned together, his forehead pressing against yours as his girth was progressively coated with your love juices. Once he reached balls deep, the actor decided to take a couple of seconds in order to allow you to adjust to his size, ocean blue eyes looking up at your face which he admired and praised more than anything in the world at the moment.

Kissing your lips, Tom began to move again, hips gently and cautiously thrusting forward and retracting backwards repetitively until he felt like he could now fasten his pace. Meanwhile, you found yourself lost through pleasure and bliss, forehead firmly pressed against his as you decided that it would probably be wiser for you to keep your mouth shut and avoid to attract anyone else’s attention. Besides, you only wanted and needed his. Moaning out loud would’ve been a great risk to take as the two of you remained aware that you were in a studio filled with thousands of working people. Therefore, Tom regulated his pleasure by wincing and hissing silently whilst you decided to carry on humming sensitively.

Your arms remained wrapped around his neck as he carried on pleasuring your cunt as well as his own member, lips praising your neck which in some way also helped him through the restricted moans process. His girth rubbed past every single sensitive spot of yours, g-spot going wild and swelling out of pleasure due to the man’s perfectly appropriate actions and mannerisms. However, and without giving you a warning, Tom suddenly pulled out in order to flip you around- you chest now facing the wall as you were soon to understand that your job was now to bend over for him. His arms had probably grown tired of carrying you, which you acknowledged and understood.

Before he decided to bend you over, his large hands moved up to your breasts from behind your back, caressing and squeezing them with a lot of lustful care before he retracted his hand back to your spine, pressing his palm against your flesh and forcing you to slightly bend over. There wasn’t much space between you and the wall, which therefore only allowed you to fold a little bit. Your own palms collided with the wall as Tom’s hand caressed all the way down to your bum, giving the flesh a gentle slap before allowing his digits to take ahold of his own girth. He guided his tip to your entrance again, taking time through his actions to make sure that he would execute them properly and painlessly. Even through lust, Tom remained a gentleman.

Feeling his hardness slide inside of you again made your legs tremble, yet Tom made sure to hold you up by giving your hips a gentle and reassuring squeeze. The muscles he had developed through the intense hours spent at the gym contracted as he began to move in and out of you as you tried your best to once again remain silent and discreet. Though, a couple of moans eventually had to escape your lips. Tom shushed you respectfully, giving your bum a light spank which stood as a punishment face to your risky behavior. Yet you refused to complain, smile appearing on your parted lips as the older man continued to pound your core.

Eventually, his hips began to stutter, thrusts gaining in sloppiness which was due to his nearing orgasm. This once Tom didn’t manage to hold back his own moans, hums and groans escaping his lips as he respectfully pulled out right before white strings of sperm could be projected against your cervix. Instead, the thick liquid landed on your back, staining your flesh. “Fuck..” he praised, taking a deep breath in before exhaling loudly. His hips continued to gently rock against yours, shaft rubbing against your upper bum as Tom wished to fully get over his orgasm.

You were left emotionally shattered, body still recovering from the intense amount of emotions and sensations which had previously taken possession of your body- brain still attempting to figure out wether this was right or negative for both of your careers.

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[godsleastfavoritewriter]

Love Languages: Words of affirmation

Pairing: loki x avenger!reader

Summary: Your habit of overthinking got the best of you but your own knight in shinning fine Asgardian leather saves you, as he always does.

Warnings: sad beginning happy ending

Words: 1,474

Loki has been working with the Avengers more now that he has gained their trust. The most time you spend together is when you both were sleeping in your shared bed together. Surprisingly it still was not very often. The insomniac often found himself getting carried away discussing who knows what with Bruce and Tony in the lab. It felt as if he barely even spoke to you anymore and you were getting tired of feeling so small and insignificant to him. You were gone a lot too, you almost always tagged along with the other girlish their missions and you were always up for hanging out with them. You couldn't help but feel guilty that maybe it was you who wasn't showing enough love in the relationship.

Thinking about how long ago it was that you told him how much you cared started to make your throat tighten. You sat on your bed and opened your phone messages, maybe it was just in your head, maybe what you think isn't reality. You scrolled for a while until you finally found a message where he told you how stunning you looked that day. That was ten days ago. You felt tears starting to form as you felt guilty, like you had forgotten about him when in fact you haven't. You put your phone down and tried to relax your body and mind, you did not want to cry right now. You did not want to feel pity for yourself. You turned on some relaxing music, grabbed a book, and started to read while lying in bed, in hopes to silent your mind.

Loki was discussing information about the latest mission when he became disinterested in the conversation and excused himself from the group. He has not heard from you all day and assumed you were with one of the girls. To his surprise, as he walked into your shared room you were laying there peacefully on the bed reading. He walked over with a gentle sigh and brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead. Without a word, he slipped into the connected bathroom to change into his less formal attire before grabbing his book and laying next to you. The silence was deafening for you as you watched him in your peripheral vision. Loki got himself situated on the bed and simply placed his book on his lap before turning to you to speak.

"Have I ever told you how stunning you are, not just today but every day?" he looked at you with sweet and loving eyes. You smiled and tried but failed at keeping your tears at bay. He moved his book aside and grabbed your book from your hands to rest it down before he grabbed you tightly in his arms. He was confused as to why you were sobbing in his arms and was not sure of what to do with himself. All he knew was that he was glad you were finally in his arms and that you desperately needed him. "What is the wrong darling? Why are you crying y/n?" his words laced with concern as he picked up your chin so you could look him in the eyes. "I feel guilty and I am so sorry Loki." Your words were slurred together as you still felt like there was a lump in your throat. He held you closer and tighter until you were practically on top of him. "My beloved y/n, you have done nothing wrong, there is no reason to be apologizing to me. My dear, you are amazing and truly the most amazing Midgardian I have ever met." He wiped the tears from your face as you are finally able to catch your breath. You looked him in the eyes as you put your hand onto his, melting in the palm of his hand. "But I should be apologizing to you. You always seem to remind me of how you see me as such an amazing creature but I do not do the same to you, at least not enough." He looked confused as you explained what you were thinking. You found yourself to be thinking out loud to him, every thought that arrived as soon as you sat down on this bed was now being replayed for him as tears slowly slid down your face.

He continued to wipe away your tears and gently brought your face closer to his, kissing each part of your face, kissing your lips last. "You should have called me as soon as you were thinking these thoughts my love. None of it is true, you remind me how handsome and stunning you think I am daily. I know we have not spent lots of time together because we are both very busy with our different tasks but I promise you, it is not you. I have had my fair share of passing out in the lab or on the couch instead of sleeping in here with you, which I painfully always regret in the morning. Would you like to know why?" he smiled gently at you "Because it is uncomfortable?" you questioned him and laughed quietly to yourself which made him smile and grab your face shaking your head no "No, well yes, it is, but no that is not the reason. It is because I adore waking up to find you at peace right next to me. It is a reminder as to why I am here on this planet every morning. A daily reminder as to why I want to be the best God I can be because you deserve someone great and nothing less. I could never forget you, my dear. The thought of you even thinking that pains my heart." He dramatically gabbed his chest in hopes of bringing a smile to your face, in which he succeeded. "Oftentimes I find myself lost in conversation talking about you, and when I am not talking about you I am still thinking about you." He pushed your hair back and pecked your lips another time. "You, my dear, are ninety percent of all my thoughts."

"I love you" was all you could whisper out as you smiled against his palms. You kissed him deeply before laying next to him, cuddling into his side while you lay your head on his stomach. "I don't think you understand how important you are to me Loki. You truly are the kindest person whom I have ever loved with my entire heart." He continued to play with your hair as you spoke to him. "I love you too y/n"

"Have I ever told you just how grand you are to me, my dear?" You sat up again and turned around to face him. "If I had to choose my favorite thing about you, I will simply be unable to do so. Everything about you is very loveable. Your smile for example. Every time I see you genuinely smile my heart skips a beat. Although I can not help but smile and laugh a little to myself each time you give an awkward smile to someone. And your eyes!" This time you cupped his face giving each eyelid a kiss before you continued "Your steel eyes are more magical than you might think. The way they light up when you start to talk about your favorite things, or when your book becomes more interesting to you. The way your eyes change color depending on where you are and what you are wearing is magic in itself. And the best part? You don't even do anything to change it, it all comes naturally." You held his hands as you continued to list out in detail everything you love about him that he himself may never notice. He couldn't help but smile at you and the words that were spilling out of your mouth.

He abruptly stopped you with a kiss, he was deeply infatuated, no not infatuated he was deeply and truly in love with you and you could feel it. "y/n, would you do me the great honor of being here with me forever?" you giggled slightly at his abruptness to stop you. "If forever means until we have to get up again why then yes my lovely prince, I shall stay here forever with you." He gasped and pretended to look shocked "Well why not forever forever"

"Because I love you but I do not always love your morning breath"

"hmm, I see now." He smirked at you and laughed with you while he attacked you with tickles and kisses ultimately ending in him towering over you. "I guess I will let that comment slide, just this once" is all he said until he wrapped you in his arms and laid on top of you trapping you between him and the bed.

a/n: Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed the fluff! tbh I am not totally in love with the ending but what do ya'll think??

[hlizr50]

Aggressive Affirmation

My first Elorcan fic, y'all. And it's smut.

It wasn't supposed to be smutty, but things escalated.

I'm not sorry.

Lorcan is sick and tired of Elide not acknowledging the incredible things that she has done. She doesn't give herself enough credit, doesn't see what she has to offer the home she hopes to rebuild. Lorcan encourages her to admit that she is intelligent, brave, and strong.

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Lorcan hadn’t even attempted to hide his wide grin when Elide had agreed to ride with him. It still surprised him that he could feel so carefree with her, so comfortable with letting his emotions dance across his features. But it was only for her. She had torn down every wall, crashed through every locked door, even faced death to earn his vulnerability. And he would pay it back in spades.

The midnight-haired beauty had rolled her eyes, still seemingly unaware of how her proximity to him could spark such an exuberant reaction. Lorcan found it difficult to understand how she didn’t presume she was the most incredible thing to have happened in the many years of his life, a strong woman in possession of near-bottomless bravery, fierce intelligence, and unbreakable dedication to the people and land she loved.

The journey would not be the longest they had together, though it would most certainly be the safest. Lorcan allowed himself to relax, as much as he could, and enjoy the feeling of the woman wrapped in his arms.

His wife.

The last time they had ridden like this he had been at death’s door, Elide urging the mount onward toward the keep at Anielle. What a relief it was to be with her now – to wrap his arms around her. As if to remind himself of what she felt like, his hand widened across her stomach, fingers stretching to feel as much of her as he could. Lorcan was pleased to find that her ribs were no longer so present below the tunic she wore, their time in Orynth slowly erasing the effects of months – perhaps years – of scarce food and near constant fear.

Soft strands, black as his own, brushed over his hands as he held Elide tighter against him. She turned her head, tilting her chin up to cast him a sidelong glance.

“What are you doing?” Her question was reflected in those fathomless eyes that he swore he could drown in. Lorcan grinned, dipping his chin to brush his lips over her forehead.

“Just thinking, wife,” he answered. “Of the last time we were on a horse like this, after you rode out into hell even when the mightiest of soldiers were retreating into that keep.” Elide’s lashes lowered as she looked away, as she often did when confronted with her own strength. “And how you thought up the plan that would defeat Erawan. And how you ran him through to keep him immobile so Yrene could finish him off.”

Silence was his only answer.

Lorcan sighed but let the quiet persist. His thumb traced back and forth over her abdomen, a motion that was meant to be soothing to her, but seemed to bring him comfort, as well. A spring breeze whispered past them, carrying the chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves on the trees lining the road. And echoing louder than any of the sounds of their journey was his wife’s silence.

“Elide.”

She didn’t answer, but she turned her head again and traced her fingers over his forearm.

“What’s wrong?” he prodded.

“Nothing,” she murmured, even as he felt her tense against his chest.

“You lie,” Lorcan crooned. “I know you better than I used to, Elide. You may be the cunning liar that thawed my cold heart, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let it go. Tell me what’s bothering you.” His wife heaved a sigh, sagging into him.

“I am… anxious. About returning to Perranth,” she mumbled, turning her face forward again. His brows furrowed, lips pursing in confusion. Returning home, finding her queen, and rebuilding the city had been her aim as long as he’d known her – likely far longer.

“Tell me why.”

And just like that her back was straight again, shoulders tense, the small space between their bodies like a chasm. Lorcan’s eyes narrowed.

“Elide.”

Still she didn’t answer.

And judging from her reaction to his praise moments before, knowing her, Lorcan had a sneaking suspicion that he knew why she was hesitant. It grated against him, how little she thought of herself – how she refused to acknowledge her many feats of bravery and strength.

A snarl rumbled through his chest as he swung down from the saddle. He grabbed Elide before she had the chance to give a startled yelp and tossed her, gently, over his shoulder.

“Lorcan! What in the gods names are you doing?!” she shrieked. Ignoring her protest, he turned to their travel companions and dipped his chin.

“We’ll catch up,” he grumbled with a scowl before stalking off toward the tree line. This nonsense needed to end, sooner rather than later.

“Lorcan Lochan, you put me down this instant!”

His lips ticked up at his new surname, and he was glad she couldn’t see his amusement. He found a small clearing, a boulder jutting out of the grass. Schooling his features, he carried the still-grumbling woman to the rock, pulling her back over his shoulder and plopping her gently atop it.

“Why?” he demanded, eyes boring into her midnight pools that darkened with confusion. Lorcan released a frustrated sigh. “Why don’t you see your own worth, Elide?” He studied her with a frown as her eyes widened and her lips parted in a gasp.

“Lorcan?” she breathed. He ran a hand through hair that had become unruly in his less-than-graceful prowl into the woods. Then, taking a deep breath, he cupped her cheeks, allowing callused thumbs to graze over her high cheekbones.

“Do you think you’re strong, Elide?” Her eyes narrowed as she stared back at him, uncertainty painted across her pale features. Her answer, however, came quickly and assuredly – proof to the male that her belief was deep and unyielding.

“No.”

Lorcan flinched.

He lowered his gaze, doing all in his power to keep his breathing even. It was all he could do not to pace across the clearing in anger and frustration. “Elide-“

“I’m a cripple, Lorcan.” Her voice trembled slightly, and his eyes shot back to hers. They were hard. Uncompromising. As if her perceived weakness was just an unfortunate truth that she had come to terms with. Gods, it enraged him so – that she had practically been raised to believe that she had such little value. “I can barely walk, much less fight. I was a prisoner in my own home. For years. And after that I was little more than a slave. For ten years I was only allowed to live because someone else willed it. And in those ten years I did nothing for Perranth, for Terrasen. And what have I to offer now?” Lorcan cursed the shimmer of silver in her lashes as she pulled his hands away from her face and lowered her chin.

“I can’t even read, Lorcan,” she whispered wetly, her delicate hands clutching his. With a growl he pulled his hands away, fisting them in his hair as he, indeed, began stalking back and forth across the clearing. His ire was a living thing, writhing under his skin. What he would give to have her uncle in front of him now, so Lorcan could tear him apart like he deserved.

“Are you angry with me?”

The roaring in his head ceased in an instant, the timid question ringing clear as a bell through the heat boiling in his blood. He practically ran back to her, grabbing her face again.

“I’m not angry with you, love. Never. But it is absolutely infuriating that you believe it. That you have been made to believe it” Lorcan leaned pressed his forehead against hers. “You, Elide Lochan, are one of the strongest people I’ve ever known. I have fought beside fae and humans, men and women, the legendary and the ordinary. You are brave and strong and so incredibly clever.”

The lithe woman in his grasp opened her mouth to argue, but he pushed her chin back up.

“It…” He swallowed, realizing the vulnerability he was about to show. “It hurts me, Elide. When you just dismiss all the amazing things you’ve done. When you speak as if you have nothing to offer your queen, your home. When I found you, you were walking to Terrasen. And I have no doubt you would have made it. You picked up an axe against the Ilken. You rode out into the hell of Anielle in the face of certain death. You concocted the plan that defeated Erawan. Someone who is weak would not have done any of those things.”

Elide’s eyes bore into his, wide and shimmering. He leaned away, trailing his hands down her arms until he could link their fingers. Lorcan didn’t dare break that gaze, didn’t want to.

“Please. Please, try to acknowledge that. For me.”

“Well that’s not fair,” she laughed, tilting her head back. “Not when you put it that way.”

“I never said I would fight fair, wife,” Lorcan chuckled, then leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss, moaning when she immediately opened up to him. He explored her with his tongue – he would never get tired of her mouth on his.

Elide pulled back, breathing ragged. “We should probably get back,” she sighed. “They probably think we’re doing any number of questionable things.”

His large hands found her hips and tugged her to him, earning a startled giggle. “Well I would hate for them to be wrong.” He kissed her again, sliding his fingers below the band of her breeches. She gasped against his lips, and he snickered in response.

“Lorcan,” she hissed as his lips moved to her jaw, planting kisses up the sharp line. A murmured ‘mmmm’ was his only response as his fingers deftly unknotted the ties to her pants. “Lorcan, people will talk!”

“Let them talk.” His voice was like silk against the shell of her ear. “There is nothing wrong with a male wanting to pleasure his wife.” Elide’s hands fisted his hair, and he slid a hand between her legs to dip a finger into her. He felt her soft cry vibrate against his lips at her throat as his finger slid further, finding heat and wetness. “It would seem that your protests aren’t entirely heartfelt, Elide,” he purred against her neck, inserting a second finger.

“Oh Gods!” she panted. With a growl, he lifted his head and crushed his mouth over hers – a possessive, demanding kiss. He pistoned his fingers inside her, bringing the heels of his palm to rub against that sensitive bud. She mewled against his lips, and he pumped his fingers deeper as he swallowed every gasp and moan that lifted from her throat. Lorcan pulled back, watching Elide’s delicate flushed features lift and scrunch, reacting to the pleasure he was giving her. He wrapped his arm around her, supporting the small of her back with a hand that nearly spread the entire width of her body. When he brushed his callused thumb over that bundle of nerves, he felt her body tremor against him.

“How do you feel, wife?” he snickered, fingers never faltering. Her breathing became increasingly erratic, those little noises growing more frantic.

“Godsdammit,” she cried. He plunged his fingers as deep as they could go and held them there, then flicked his thumb across her again. Her hips bucked as she howled.

“If you want to cum, you will do as I say,” Lorcan growled, a feral grin spreading his lips. “Do you want to cum, Elide?” He wiggled his fingers inside her for emphasis.

“Yes! Gods, Lorcan,” she groaned. He started pumping inside her again, slowly and deliberately. He leaned in so his lips brushed right under her ear.

“Tell me that you are brave, Elide,” he crooned, continuing his ministrations.

“Wh-what?” Elide panted, pleasure and arousal clouding her comprehension of his request. He flicked his thumb over her again, her body convulsing.

“Tell. Me,” he demanded. He could feel her body shuddering around him, and he kept his rhythm slow and steady, drawing out her pleasure and forcing her to wait for her release.

“I- I’m brave!” Her voice cracked as her breath sawed in and out of her. “Lorcan!”

“Tell me you’re intelligent,” he murmured, pace increasing ever so slightly. Elide moaned, a guttural sound from her chest.

“I’m intelligent! Gods, please Lorcan,” she begged. Her fingers clung desperately to his shoulders, and he felt her trembling as she rode his hand.

“Tell me that you are strong, Elide.” His mouth dipped to the soft, sensitive skin below her ear, suckling there as he curled his fingers inside her. “Say it, love.”

“I- I… I am strong!” she gasped. Satisfaction rumbled through his chest. Her frantic pants surrounded him as he unleashed himself, long fingers pumping and thumb grinding into her most sensitive spot.

“Yes, you are. Now cum for me,” Lorcan groaned against her before lifting his head, watching his wife as she rode his fingers. A reverent smile graced his features as she finally found her release with a hoarse scream. Pulling her panting form against him he tucked her head under his chin, a hand stroking through her hair and over her back while he pulled his other hand away from between her thighs. “You are strong. You are beautiful. Perranth is lucky to have such a woman to lead them, and the world is fortunate that you saw fit to help save it. Never forget that.” He pressed his lips to her hair as he listened to her breathing return to normal.

“I love you, Lorcan Lochan.” Elide’s contented sigh vibrated against his chest, dainty fingers tracing soft paths over his stomach. How long had he lived, never knowing that happiness like this could exist for him?

“I love hearing that name. Knowing it’s mine.” Lorcan pushed her shoulders, gently pulling them apart so he could press a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you, Elida Lochan.” Reaching down, he tightened the laces to her breeches. He knew the rest of the ride probably wouldn’t be the most comfortable, and he cursed inwardly that he had been so impatient that he hadn’t at least thought that it would be better to just take them off. “We’ll find an inn tonight. Get you a proper bath. Get these clothes washed.”

A dusting of pink colored her cheeks, realization of why she would need those things heating her face. Lorcan chuckled and stood, letting a hand graze her jaw and tuck a lock of onyx silk behind her ear. “Come, wife,” he declared as he swept her up in his arms, cradling Elide against him as he started walking toward the road. She giggled, winding her arms around his neck and craning to plant a kiss on his cheek. Lorcan smiled down at her, grateful for the path that had led him to her. Grateful that their futures were forever intertwined.

“Let’s get you home, Lady of Perranth.”

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It’s Okay (drabble)

Genre: Nonidol, a/b/o, a bit of angst from reader, fluff, established relationship

Pairings: Alpha!Seokjin x Omega!gender-neutral reader

Warnings: None

W/C: 1,285

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something small and sweet for a while now. Literally the summary popped in and said hello and demanded to be wrote. 

Summary: Seokjin comes home to you making a nest which is… unusual.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very much encouraged! Thank you!!

"What are you doing?" The question comes as Seokjin takes in the atmosphere of the current state of the bedroom. 

Walking through the front door things were off. The usual sweet scent of lavender and rosemary were replaced with the scent of rotten oranges. Before reaching the bedroom, all the couch pillows were gone along with the few throw blankets that were laying around. Guest bedrooms were completely scavenged of blankets and pillows. 

You have never done this. Even though you’re an omega, you never have nested before or for as long as you two have been together and that’s been a while. 

You were stacking the last of the pillows onto the bed when caught. “I…” You had no idea what you were doing either but you did know nothing was organized in the way that you wanted it and that felt frustrating just looking at it. “I don’t know.” The sudden feeling of embarrassment overcomes you as you sit in the pile. Your parents were both alphas so when you came along it was shocking when you presented as an omega.

When an alpha and another alpha have a baby, it’s rare. It’s even rarer that the baby ends up being an omega. Nonetheless, they loved you but the mindset of growing up in the shadows of alphas never left you. In a way, you felt a bit broken. You weren’t like them but you also didn’t act like an omega. 

It was common for the omega to just stay home but you didn’t want that. No, you got a few jobs in the past and were currently somehow still working at a restaurant. It was hard to get work as an omega since no one wanted to grow out of old ways. 

Seokjin comes over to sit next to you on the messy bed. “What’s wrong, my love?” A gentle hand is placed on your knee. Your scent wasn’t getting any better so something was clearly up. “Did something happen at work?” Of course, it was something at work. It was the only time the two of you were away from each other except for when Seokjin had business trips to attend. 

You knew Seokjin didn’t mind you ranting out your feelings but sometimes, like now, you just wanted to curl up in bed. “Yeah..” You speak softly, hanging your head low. You were still reeling with embarrassment from being caught attempting to build a nest. There were a few times in the past where you had wanted to build one but it just never felt right. “I kind of messed up a lot today.” The tickling heat of tears can be felt building up around your eyes and nose as you recall the events. 

It started off like any other day. The normal morning rush and, of course, the usual lunch rush but today was the busiest workday you've ever experienced. Orders were getting mixed up causing everything to become slower as you tried fixing it, a tray of drinks slipping out of your hands destroying all the glassware, even the computer system went down for a few hours making a payment with a card impossible. By far the angriest customers in one day you have ever dealt with. Sure, making a few mistakes here and there was okay but for an entire day was just too much.

“It’s okay, let's not worry about it right now.” If you weren’t speaking now then it was clear to Seokjin that you weren’t up for a recap. Instead, he stands looking at the pile of blankets and pillows. “Do you want me to help you with this?” You looked surprised at him before turning your head to the bed.  “I don’t know. I think I should put everything back.” 

“You seemed like you were on a mission before I interrupted. Why not give it a try since everything is here?” Seokjin was being so gentle and encouraging. You ponder a moment before agreeing. There was still awkwardness lingering in you. Nesting was so commonly known to be done by omegas and yet here you are attempting your first. Even when you went through heats, you never made one but the temptation was always there. 

“Want me to leave?” You didn’t want to say yes to him as he literally just got home but you also didn’t want to say no. Seokjin reaches down, petting your head. “How about I make a snack run for us?” He was trying to give you some privacy seeing how uncomfortable you were with this new action. “Can we order takeout?” 

The two of you settled on tteok-bokki and kimchi fried rice, something familiar before Seokjin is headed to the store. 

You returned to the room now alone with the mess. Seokjin would be back within forty minutes or less. It felt odd. You didn’t know what to do but at the same time, you knew exactly what to do. With some minutes going by trying to decide rather put everything back or to make an attempt. You heard Seokjin’s ‘why not’ ring through your head and decided to take on the action once again.

The pillows were laid out like a barrier on the edges of the bed with a few of the lighter blankets covering them. The bigger blankets and some smaller pillows from the couch were inside. It made the bed look like an actual nest.

Crawling over into the nest for the first time ever was the most affirming thing you’d experience as an omega. What about it was suddenly making you feel so much better and just euphoric? It was so new to you still you couldn’t put a finger on it. Curling up in the blankets, you basked in the new warm and fuzzy feeling. This was definitely something you have been missing out on.

Time seemed to fly by because Seokjin was suddenly home again and the discomfiture was threatening to start welling up again. 

You only raised up enough to peek over the edge of the fluffy walls around you when you heard the rustling of plastic and feet walking into the room. It felt like there was a hand reaching into Seokjin’s chest and just squeezing his heart as tight as possible seeing his omega in their first nest. It was by far the most endearing thing he’d ever seen you do. 

“It looks nice, may I come in?” 

Seokjin didn’t know much about the nesting process, especially how it was with you. Even be possessive over their space. Earlier, he could sense there was uneasiness about it, thus the reason he thought to go out for a bit. He was glad he did because getting to witness you like this was going to be memorable for a long time. 

“Of course!” Your voice sounded tiny and as if you were starting to destress. It brought a sense of happiness and relief that you were. 

After very carefully climbing into the nest, making sure not to knock anything out of place, he planted a kiss on your forehead before going through the two bags of snacks with you. The only time you left the nest was to eat the takeout food in the kitchen as you feared it would get on something if eaten in the newly built nest. Though, you still ate snacks in it. That night when the two of you laid down finally, you told Seokjin about what happened at work. 

“It’s okay. Mistakes happen sometimes when we least expect them. I’m sure everything will be okay.” With reassuring words, your head calms for the moment as Seokjin holds you a little tighter for the night.

[kodzukenscorner]

Iwaizumi, Osamu, Kageyama, and Akaashi simping for their s/o

anon asked: iwazumi, osamu, kageyama, and akaashi when their team catches them being really sweet/simping for their s/o

a/n: simps 👏 deserve 👏 rights 👏

wc: 1,257

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Iwaizumi

Iwa is not someone who readily shows his emotions to people

Especially not people as annoying as his teammates

But he has a huge soft spot for you, he may not be into PDA but he always made sure to hold your hand whenever you walked together

And when you’re in private he will happily cuddle with you whenever you ask him to

His team knew you two were together, it was no secret

You showed up to their practices from time to time, but your interactions with Iwa were always simple words of affirmation

That is until you came into practice looking down one day

Iwa immediately noticed and went over to you to see what was wrong

You hadn’t done too great on a test and it bothered you the whole day

That’s when Iwa took you into his arms and lightly patted your head, whispering sweet nothings to you

You didn’t even care that you were right in front of his team and just nuzzled your face into his chest, appreciating the sweet gesture

Once you started feeling better you told him he should get back to practice before his coach yells at him

He gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead before he went back over to his team

They were giddy when Iwa finally got back to them because they could not wait to roast him 

Who the heck was that? What happened to their aggressive, hotheaded Iwa?

Oikawa started calling him a big softie while Makki and Mattsun were busy teasing him for being so two faced 

Truly no idea why they thought it was a good idea to tease him because it just resulted in a volleyball to the back of each of their heads

The rest of the team was smart and also too scared to tease Iwa so they just acted like they saw nothing

At least some people had brains on this team

Osamu

Osamu isn’t shy about his relationship with you, he’s just too lazy to engage in much PDA or gush about you as much as other people

Not that it bothered you, he cared about you and you knew that so you didn’t let it get to you

But one day during practice he just didn’t seem to have the motivation to get anything done

Atsumu was on him about getting serious and if he wasn’t going to actually try he might as well go home

Kita was busy trying to encourage him to put some effort in

Honestly, he was just hungry, but when wasn’t he hungry?

So he texted you asking if you could bring him something to eat because he was losing his focus

This didn’t surprise you but you didn’t have time to make something for him so you picked up some of his favorite takeout and made it in time for their break

Once he saw you with food his face lit up for the first time all day

He jogged over to you, which was odd since he would normally just walk so it was obvious he was excited to see you

You told him you got his favorite from the restaurant you two always go to and he took the plastic bag from your hands

He set it down on the ground and wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a sweet peck on your lips

He thanked you and told you to stay and watch the rest of the practice so he could walk you home afterwards

When he got back to the rest of the team who had begun eating, Atsumu immediately started bothering him again

He teased him for being whipped and how gross you two were together

Suna was busy texting the pictures he took of you two to the group chat where everyone was laughing and teasing Osamu

“You’re so whipped Samu”

“At least someone actually wants to date me Tsumu”

Kageyama

Kageyama is about as emotional as a wooden board

The whole team and everyone around him really had no clue how he managed to get someone to date him

And they especially didn’t know how he acted around you when no one else was around

They had tried so many times to stalk you two on your dates and walks home but all you ever did was talk about your days and at the most hold hands

They were hoping to catch him doing something a little more risque but oh well

Eventually they gave up on ever seeing Kageyama be soft for someone, until one day their prayers were finally answered

He had been practicing a new move with Hinata for days and it just never seemed to work

Until they finally nailed it, they thought it was a fluke until they tried it again and it worked once more

They both were extremely happy about it, well, as happy as Kageyama could possibly get

That is until you showed up to walk home after practice with him and he jumped at how excited he was to see you

He started going on and on about how his new move finally worked and he actually had a genuine smile on his face, instead of his usual forced grimace

“It finally worked babe!”

“I’m so proud of you Tobio!”

Then he swept you up in his arms and kissed you on the cheek

The whole team nearly short circuited 

Hinata and Tsukishima teamed up to tease Kageyama

“So you’re not actually a robot?”

“You feel things?”

Suga was nearly crying at his child finally being able to express himself while Noya and Tanaka were complaining about how they wanted to be dating someone too

Akaashi

Akaashi is very lowkey about his relationship with you

Everyone knows you’re dating but the two of you are so normal and calm around each other it’s easy to forget you’re a couple

But Akaashi is a very doting boyfriend, he always makes sure you have a good meal for lunch, holds you hand, walks you home, etc. 

It’s just that not everyone notices these little actions he does

His team is constantly asking him if you guys are really dating

Especially Bokuto who thinks the only way to prove you’re actually in a relationship is if you’re loud about it and are over the top with PDA

He always just brushed them off and assured everyone that you two were happy and very much so dating

They continued to inquire and tease him about it but he never let it get to him

One day the whole team decided to get snacks together after practice, Akaashi invited you to come along since you had waited to walk home with him afterwards 

It was getting chilly out and the practice had taken longer than you expected so you weren’t properly dressed for the weather

Akaashi, perceptive as always, noticed immediately and quickly removed his track suit jacket and placed it over your shoulders

You smiled up at him, thanking him for the jacket

He kept an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and placed a kiss on your temple

The whole team was frozen in shock

Bokuto was literally screeching 

“AGAASHEEEEEE I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE SO SWEET”

Konoha was nudging him and congratulating him on being a good boyfriend and lending you his jacket

Akaashi had no idea why they were so worked up over something so simple

“Of course I gave up my jacket? I am a good boyfriend after all”

Unbothered king

[missskzbiased]

Three Words and Then Four

Summary: You couldn’t believe he would choose you over anyone else, but he did... The three words fell from his lips with ease, but you couldn’t accept the fourth one, hidden in his confession.

WC: 1,1 K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

AUs: (Implied) Idol!Chan, Confession

Pairing: Bang Chan X GN! Reader

Rebloggable Masterlist    //   Main Masterlist

Warnings: Insecurity, low self-esteem (?)

Notes: This is just a blurb. I reviewed it, but I wrote it on my phone and it might have some mistakes along the way. Please overlook them lol

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     I love you.

    These three words sounded like a foreign language even though you knew fairly well what they meant. It had been your dream to have those exact three words falling from his lips for what felt like an eternity, but somehow it didn’t sit right in your stomach now that you heard them… It was like they would never belong together ─ just like the both of you ─, leaving a bitter aftertaste on your lips, despite how sweet it was supposed to be

    It just didn't feel real.

    "No, you don't" Your tone was as plain as your statement. There was no anger, no regret, and no resentment as you stared into his eyes, "You don't" The second affirmation intended to emphasize your beliefs, but you would never know who you were trying to convince then.

    The way his smile faltered ─ like a relentless flame as you blow out a candle ─ had your heart aching. There was nothing but hurt in his mien; lips twitching and eyes wavering as if he didn’t know how to sustain your gaze… As if he didn’t know where he was… As if he lost everything. And, for a split of a second, you wondered if you didn’t blow out the candle too soon... If he really didn’t mean it... If you weren't just afraid to be loved.

    Your self-esteem wasn't as stubborn as a flame.

    "You don't believe me" There was a question behind his words that you refused to answer, and the absence of response had him crumbling right in front of your eyes. He didn't cry ─ he had no reason to ─, but the usual giggly and soft Bang Chan you knew vanished just like the light of a bulb on its last breaths "Don't you? I mean- I thought we loved each other" He couldn't even look into your eyes as he said it; voice quivering as if he expected you to crush him mercilessly.

     "You don't love me... There's no way you would" He gasped, mouth falling agape as he let the bewilderment shows in his face "I'm not good enough for you" A huff escaped from his lips at the same time his eyes lit up in understanding.

    "You're more than enough for me..." He reassured you, taking a step closer to try and involve you in his arms. You took a step back, refusing to give in to your hopes "You're everything I ever wanted" He continued; uncertainty in his eyes replaced by confidence and something more... Something tender.

    "No... I'm not..." You mumbled, taking another step back as he moved forward "I'm just the plain, old Y/N from always... I'm just your friend... I'm not like those gorgeous, famous idols around you..." The way your voice faltered could either be from your urge to cry or from the flustered state you found yourself in as Chan braced himself on the wall behind you, trapping you between them.

    "The only difference I see is that I love you but I don't love them" He dismissed your thoughts, smiling reassuringly as his hand cupped your cheek with such gentleness that you could be made of porcelain and he wouldn't break you "There is nothing plain about you... There is not a single thing I'd change" He let his eyes dive into yours before he continued "Except maybe your eyesight or something... I'd change the way you see yourself" He admitted; caressing your skin so as to leave a path of affection behind.

    If you couldn't feel his warmth engulfing your whole body, you would swear it was all a dream. But it wasn't. You knew it wasn't because not in a million years your brain could be that caring for you. Not in a million years, you would make up such soft and loving eyes as you met in front of yours ─ looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world. Not in a million years Bang Chan would be so clearly in love with you. Not in a million years, you would have believed in your own mind and thoughts as you believed in him.

    Not in a million years, you would feel this loved.

    "Is there any other reason why you would reject me?" He asked firmly; lips almost too close to yours to let you think straight "Am I wrong to think that you love me back? Am I too hopeful to think that we could be together?" He added, and the seriousness in his tone made it clear that he needed you to answer him this time.

    He needed to know that he was just as special to you as you were to him. Somewhere in that insane head of his, there was a voice that made him believe that somehow he wasn't worthy… That he wasn’t worthy of you. And you couldn't believe how dumb of you it was to miss all the signs of how much he meant his words.

    "I love you" The three words fell from your lips with such easiness that saying them was probably the easiest choice of your life.

    I love you too.

    That was his silent answer as he crashed his lips against yours; kissing you as if you could change your mind by any second now.

    I love you too.

   That was what his firm yet careful hands on your cheeks screamed to you. That was what his hold told you as he pulled your face incredibly closer. As his fingers slid to your jaw and brushed over your neck. As his hand left your nape to wander to your waist.

    I love you too.

    That was what his body said as every inch of your skin connected to each other; setting you aflame. His touch lit you up as if feeling him was the reason why you were alive. As if this was the last key to find your happiness.

    "I love you too" That was what he said as he broke away from your lips, connecting your foreheads and sighing in relief and delight "Thank God I can say this 'too'..." He chuckled, arms wrapping you to pull you into a hug as he rested his face on the crook of your neck.

    "I love you too" You muttered as he lifted his head to stare into your eyes "And thank God I can say this too" It was your time to chuckle; studying how his gaze softened when meeting yours.

    I love you too.

   Those were the words muffled by your second kiss.

   And every single one after that.

[livingalifeofasimp]

Heyhey! I don’t know if I already requested this, and if I did I’m sorry I forgot. But I was wondering if you could write a yandere childe x reader where the reader has been abused. So when he kidnapps her the darling is kinda willing since she feels safe with him? What would childe do to her abuser? Thank you for your time :>

♚ Yandere Childe x Reader ♚

Thank you for your patience ❤️

Disclaimer : This content contains Yandere themes, if you are sensitive please refrain yourself from reading it. It's purely for entertainment purpose, arts are not mine credit to their respective owners.

❤️Childe interest sparkled in you probably when he saw you being nice and kind to everyone, how you made everyone happy. Always willing to give your helping hand to anyone who needs it, like the way you smile at people and try to make them feel comfortable. Childe wondered can someone actually be this good? Either way he wanted to talked to you. "I see a pretty lady here, wanna fight I can't seems to find anyone here and you don't have any company", you were surprised when a strange guy suddenly appeared and challenge you. Without wasting anytime you ran away feeling overwhelmed leaving Childe shocked "I just wanted to talk".

❤️As you were walking home after being tired from work wanting nothing more than to jump on your comfortable bed, you saw the same guy leaning against the wall, his eyes wandering around  in the ocean of people ,not wanting to get caughted by him you slowly turned your head and started walking away. After covering safe distance, you inverted your eyes to where the previous stranger was standing but he wasn't there, good grief then suddenly you felt someone behind you whispering in your ears "I bet you are looking for me", flinching you turned around scared, seeing you so afraid of him, Childe quickly apologized "Oh forgive me I shouldn't have appeared like this", "Ah no it's alright", as polite as ever Childe thought smiling. "How about a drink? my treat", and waited for your permission to hold your hands.

❤️"Oi your are late", Childe flicked your forehead, holding your head you answered breathing unevenly "I am so sorry, I just got so busy, I won't be late next time", you nervously laughed as Childe got annoyed with all those people who take advantage of your kindness. He pated your head and walked towards the table since you both decided to have dinner together tonight. You passed a dish towards Childe "Ain't you spoiling me", "No way I know that's your favorite", showing you his infamous smile he holded your hand with his two "I don't even know what I will do without", your laugh and Childe's favorite moment was ended by a guy who intruped in between.

❤️"Hey Y/N what are you doing here? you promised me to help with my work", as you tried to recall you heard Childe growling. "How about you do your own work, you got your own hands right? Or should I cut them off" something in Childe's voice warned the guy to not bother you again if he don't want to die. "Childe why did you do that?" You stood up to ran after him only to be pulled back by Childe. "Why are you going behind him? Why are you so good to people even though they do bad to you, I don't like him I know I shouldn't ask you such but I just don't want you to get hurt and that guy he is so fishy". Sighing you sat down again, maybe you need some free time "Alright", his smile changed the dark aura from surrounding to brighter ones. Not caring about the world and pressure to impress people feels good at least with Childe you can be how you really are he never judges you, even tho he can be jerk sometimes.

❤️While collecting some flowers Childe thought about you oh how happy would you be to see the flowers he is gonna bring to you. Near your house he saw a different guy flirting with you. Even if it was just a normal talk Childe was afraid that they would try to take you away since you are so good, caring and comforting people with your presence. Of course everyone will try to take you away but they will never know how to take care of you like he does. You are so pretty and caring such an angel that one of kind a girl who is perfect for him. Childe's last string to sanity was cut off when he saw them making you laugh, his jealousy and possessiveness clouding his decision. You are his, he only wants to be the only you love, imagining you with someone else burns his heart making him want to to go insane, the obsession and love he have for you made him take you away from the selfish world he is confident he can take care of you and your interests.

❤️You woke up finding yourself into a room that is decorated with all the expensive items whatever it is, this isn't your room panic rised in you chest as you jumped down the bed knocking on the door with all your force. On hearing the noise Childe unlocked the room, he realized that you calmed down after seeing his face, fluttered his heart "Child you are here, did I passed out anyways thank you so much for helping me", you said passing through him when you felt yourself being lifted up by strong arms and gently putting you in bed.

❤️"Y/N stay here", "Childe I appreciate this but I need to go I think I am good now", he pinned your hands on bed. "You are going to stay here and that's what I have decided", Childe said with his low voice binding your wrist to the chain attached to the bed post. You clearly were confused is this some kind of prank, he is capable of doing that. Your watched his movement, stroking your cheeks "How happy I am, you don't know", everything about him felt sick and foreign something is definitely wrong. "Re-remove this chain, why isn't it coming out? You said stuttering trying to remove chains."Childe its wrong don't do this".

❤️After rejecting Childe for almost a week you realized that he gives you all the love and affection one desires. He provided you with everything that you needed making you feel protected and happy, you were allowed to roam inside resident that he owned sometimes Childe does get paranoid but finds you in garden admiring the flowers. It was everything Childe ever wanted, he was the best he could ever ask for in his life, when he realized his darling loves him back and returns his hugs and kisses it's makes him smile like a happy toddler. He opened the doors of your room only to find you crying frustratedly did you had a nightmare? He rushed towards your curled up form, to comfort you and to protect you from them. He asked you what could possibly make you feel like this?

❤️ Instead you cried even more seeing you in this form made him really sad. Childe hugged you, letting you crying on his shoulder while his hands ran through your hair. He pated your back softly making you feel calm and forced you into telling him everything. Childe's face turned pale how can someone hurt you this bad? Marks on you skin he failed to realize it was given by your abuser? How could someone-? They are wishing for death ain't they and now it's going to be granted. His gorgeous s/o was hurt by them, they are going to taste cruelty, he wondered if he should skin them alive or kill them slowly. Childe's attention shifted on you, you were crying he wiped your tears "I am always here for you no one can harm you or else they will not go unharmed you will always be protected my love", he kissed your forehead slowly tugging you back in bed. You holded his hands close to your face and he hummed you a soft song filling you with positive yet comforting affirmations. 

❤️It took Childe no time to find those jerks who hurt his s/o due to his connection and a sweet tongue someone will die a brutal death tonight, after wiping their disgusting blood off his face. Childe smiled now his darling can sleep peacefully, she must be waiting for him. He felt happy truly.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

kinktober - day eighteen

ushijima wakatoshi - overstimulated 

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list  

NSFW warning featuring: overstimulation (in the emotional and sexual sense), vaginal unprotected sex, cunnilingus, slight body worship, words and phrasing like “slut” and “cockwhore,” rlly desperate/needy reader other tags: soft ushijma, probably ooc ushijima, established relationship, sweet talk and compliments, lots of “i love you’s,” poor and very fast pacing lol  fem reader

word count: 2762

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“You know I think you’re perfect, right?” 

Seconds of silence passed - you kept time with the beats of your heart, and Wakatoshi seemed to do the same as he tapped a synced rhythm against your leg. Was it really beating that loud? 

You never knew how to reply when he said things like that to you, and seeing him sitting between your legs, towering over you only made finding words harder. You could only mumble his name, avoiding his stark gaze that’d been stuck on your face, trying not to feel so embarrassed because of your boyfriend’s out of place words. 

He pulled your leg up to his shoulder by wrapping a hand around your ankle, and he was careful to keep watching you as his lips pressed to your calf. He was smirking, happy with himself and the way he’d gotten under your skin. He knew you weren’t used to words of affirmation - he wasn’t used to saying them, either, but any embarrassment he felt was completely weighed out by yours. 

And there was something he liked about that. 

“I love you.”

“Toshi,” you whined. 

“I do,” he said, kissing up the inside of your leg. “Won’t you say it back?” 

“No,” you huffed, “you’re teasing,” and his fingers curled under your knee to make you laugh, “quit! That tickles, stop!” 

He laughed with you, a deep sound coming from his chest, and only let up because you’d gotten dangerously close to kicking him in the head. 

His kisses had made it to your inner thigh, now, and they were slow and feather light. 

“I’m not teasing,” he said with a raised brow. “I just want you to know that I love you - is there something wrong with that?” 

He started kissing your other thigh, mumbled words into your skin, “You’re so perfect,” before giving in to your strained breaths and pleading whimpers by trailing his kisses up to the apex of your legs. “So beautiful.” 

If this were any other man, you would have been sure that these words were nothing more than lip service - sweet talk laced with insincerity, just to get you into the giving mood. 

But this was Wakatoshi - your Wakatoshi who, some nights, says less than five words from start to finish. Some nights, he asks you to pour your heart out to him. And some nights, he’s the one mumbling words that he pulls out of his heart and crafts into sentences he deems as worthy for you to hear. Wakatoshi wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean - especially not to you. 

But, that’s what made it harder to hear. You could bare yourself in front of him, pull his body into yours, beg him for your deepest desires, yet, Wakatoshi being honest and vocal about his love for you is what crossed your line of vulnerability. 

That’s what left you in a puddle underneath him, and you loved this side of him more than you’d ever admit. 

It was all soft, the way he lapped his tongue into you, the circles he was rubbing into your hip, the look in his hooded eyes pointed up at you. A slow burn, melting you gently, coaxing you into relaxing for him. 

“You still won’t say it back?” 

Nimble fingers spread you open, and cool air blew from his pursed lips against your soaked skin, and it left you with a type of uncomfort you wanted more of - you’d chase it, and he’d hold your hips down. 

He was rubbing those three words out of you with his thumb on your clit, watching as your back arched for him and your mouth fell open with no regard for the sounds that fell out of it. 

And he loved your every sigh and whimper and whine, but he wanted to hear something else more. All it took was two slow fingers tucked into you, curling into just the right spot for him to hear it: “Love you, Toshi, so much, I - oh - I love you so much.” 

You missed the smirk that grew on his face, the way his ears turned red and the chuckle that left his chest. If you could stop squeezing your eyes shut you would have caught the way he was looking at you like you’d just gifted him all the stars in the sky, but you were sure if you opened your eyes the daze you were in would fade away. 

Wakatoshi couldn’t take it anymore - the more he watched your pretty face, the more he wanted to kiss you and love you and fuck you, and as much as he hated to abandon the home he’d built between your legs, he had to give in to what he needed. 

As soon as you felt his fingers slip out of you, you felt his lips on yours, but his kiss did nothing to stifle the cry that wailed from your throat. It was like he’d just left you out in the open, built you up to nothing, left you empty and needing only him to quell your desire. He’d shown you your deepest needs and then said you can’t have them, and you didn’t know what to do other than beg him for it. 

This clingy impatience was rare, and he never meant to work you up like this, but he loved your teary eyes and pouty lips, he loved knowing just how much you needed him. 

“Need you,” he said, quiet, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear - as if anyone else was around. He had to swallow hard just so he could get another measly sentence out, “I need you so much.” 

You tightened your legs around him and drew him in, as if the fabric of his shorts wasn’t in between you, and you felt every inch of how much he wanted you pressed right against you. 

Both of you needed to hurry this up, and he tugged his shorts off as if this was a timed event. Usually calm and collected, well put together Wakatoshi was the complete opposite now, completely unravelling at the thought of having to wait even another second to be inside you. 

And with you pulling him in, being so eager and inviting, it would hardly take that long. A hiss from him and a cry from you sounded in the air and resonated through the room as he sunk into you. 

“You’re always… so tight, fuck - so perfect for me.” 

He didn’t give you a slow start this time, not even a moment to adjust before he was pounding into your heat at a full force. And it shouldn’t have felt so good right from the start, but it was like there was just something in the air, something that heightened your senses and made you feel lighter. 

Even if he was acting frantically, every single movement was still controlled. The thrust of his hips and the kisses he left on your neck and even his breathing, he controlled all of it. He didn’t seem half as desperate as you did, even though he felt moreso. 

You knew you would cum sooner rather than later - he had built you up for it, afterall, but you suspected he’d be quick to follow. You surely didn’t think he’d be rubbing your clit and sending you towards a second orgasm before he even acknowledged your first, before two minutes had even passed, before your legs were finished quivering underneath him. 

You were absolutely screaming his name and Wakatoshi was smiling through it, a self satisfied grin that gave away any and all pride he was feeling in the moment. 

“What’s got you so worked up, hm?” he asked, slowing down as if he needed to break and catch his breath - even though he very obviously didn’t. He was toying with you, running a thumb along your jaw and tilting your head back to meet his eyes, “What’s gotten into you, love?”

You weren’t sure what exactly was swimming around in his eyes - some mixture of sadism and pride - as his pace sped up again. 

Maybe it was all the praise he’d thrown your way before that had your senses dialed up, or maybe it was because you’d gone over a week without doing this with him - you weren’t sure. It was all combined with the way he was serving you, that’s what really sent you flying.

With all of his resolve, you weren’t sure how long he was going to be pounding you like this, lasting through every orgasm he forced from you with ease, and you didn’t know how long you could handle it. 

You cried out his name and he knew, with the cracks in your voice and the tightening of your walls around his cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head because this is exactly how he likes it. Struggling to pull out of you because you’re squeezing him so damn tight, wiping away your tears as he abuses that same oversensitive spot again and again with the tip of his cock, reaching as deep inside of you as he possibly could because of how much he was forcing his thrusts - this is exactly what he needs, it’s exactly what all that build up was for. 

“One more,” he said through gritted teeth, raising a hand to slap back down on your ass just to feel you clench. “You’ll cum for me one more time - I’ll cum with you this time, sweetheart, let me have one more from my good girl.” 

“I can’t, Toshi - please - fuck -” and his thumb back on your clit completely cut off your ability to finish that sentence. 

“But I thought you loved me,” he joked with a cheeky grin, leaning down to rest his forehead against the side of your head. “Too much?” 

Despite the soft worry in his tone, he didn’t let up in fucking the life out of you, because he knew what your answer was going to be. If it really was too much, you would have kicked him off of you by now. You wouldn’t be thrusting your hips into his, dripping around his cock and onto the sheets, head thrown back moaning mantras of his name. 

“Just don’t stop, Toshi,” and he wondered if you knew he had no plans to. “Don’t stop - just keep, fuck - there, I - I’m -”

“Already? Oh, you’re so sensitive tonight, aren’t you?” 

Your petty moans, whiny gasps, unstoppable cries were rare - he’d rejoice when he heard them, like they’d just played his favorite song at the bar, like he’d just heard you explain your love for him for the first time - these sounds were impossibly delightful, and were the only sign you’d give him that you were truly at your limit. You always hated being needy, you never wanted to be so desperate for him that you’d fall over yourself at the mere thought of getting fucked right by him, but Wakatoshi so easily turns you into putty in his hands. He so easily makes you out to be nothing but cock hungry - an in love slut who only wants to cum again, who cries out for him if he so much as acts like he won’t give you what you want. 

And it was embarrassing to come out of, finding the tear stains on your cheeks when looking in the mirror and realizing how whiny you had really become for him. But, to Wakatoshi, it was everything he wanted. To strip you down until your essence was nothing but a mere need for pleasure only he’s capable of giving you is one of the few wonders in his life - to boil you down into this desperate cockwhore is the one thing that leaves him seeing stars. There was no feeling that could compare to being needed so badly by someone like you, someone he loves in his deepest core, the person he needs more than anything. It left him thriving. It willed him to keep moving his hips despite the burn in his thighs and the loud creaks of the bed frame. It had him needing you even more, whining into your neck like a dog. 

It was all really starting to become too much, now; the burn from being fucked past three orgasms was no longer sickeningly sweet. The only thing keeping you going was your need for him to cum for you, with you, in you - it was all you could think about, and you begged for it. 

He lifted his head and looked at you, sweat keeping his hair pressed to his forehead, jaw slack, eyes nearly closed, and you knew he was almost there. He always got so overwhelmed when he was close; he’d grab your hands and hold them into the mattress above your head, gripping your wrists tight. He’d look down and watch your connection in what seemed to be awe, watching the way your body accepted him so eagerly. A moan or two would slip out, curse words and your name all jumbling together to become the soundtrack of your final orgasm of the night. 

And it was much less strong than the ones before it - you were too worn out and it barely reached your toes, it didn’t send you into a quivering mess on the sheets or throw you into a whirlwind, and you were glad for it as you watched the sight before you. 

Because Wakatoshi was flying, with the prettiest face you’ve ever seen; bottom lip between his teeth and eyes screwed shut, lost in his own world as he pumped into you, his warmth spilling into your whole body as you took everything he had. Getting to see him unraveling like this was a privilege in its own right, and every time you were able to catch it was better than in your dreams. 

“Fuck, Toshi, you’re so pretty,” you said, sneaking a hand from his grip to hold his face. Your lips caught his in a lazy, open kiss as he rode it out, savoring every second of this feeling, letting himself get lost in you. 

He released his grip on your other hand, his touch sliding down your arm and all down your body until it met your hip as he started kissing you right, still not finished with you. His thrusts had become slower but not yet still, like he wasn’t ready for it to be over. 

His hand moved under your thigh to push your leg up against your stomach, bent at the knee, giving him more access to you as he pounded out his final thrusts. 

Sucking in his teeth as he finally forced himself to stop, he tried his best to find the words he wanted to say and yet came up quiet. He had so much to tell you - he needed to explain his feelings to you even though he just showed you every part of his heart. But he couldn’t get the words right, so he stayed silent as he severed your connection.

He immediately clung right to you, laying on top of you, every weak joint on his body giving into gravity’s pull. 

“You should take a shower,” he said, and you laughed at the casual absurdity of his tone. 

“Says you,” you replied, running your hand through his sweat drenched hair to get your point across. 

“Should change the sheets, too.” 

“You’re supposed to be telling me sweet pillow talk,” you said, “not giving me a to-do list.” 

He lifted his head up so he could look at you. “Didn’t we already do the sweet pillow talk?” 

“No!” you laughed. “Get off of me, you’re heavy, I’m getting squashed.” 

“You’re supposed to be cuddling me back.” 

“You aren’t cuddling me, you’re flattening me,” and you slid out from under him just enough so you could breathe again. 

He lifted himself up just enough so he could look down at you, and you held his face in both hands and pulled him in. 

“I love you,” you told him before a soft kiss. 

“I know.” 

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” 

“You already know,” he replied, laying on his side and tucking you into him, cuddling with you properly this time. Wakatoshi was comfortable and warm and loved, so entirely loved, and it made something swirl around in his chest. His heart skipped a beat just from looking at you. He loved you, and you knew that, but, “I’ll say it as many times as you want me to, though. I love you, too.” 

[ragingbookdragon]

He fumbled with the game console in his hands, a nervous tremor in his limbs as he kept repeating the conversation in his head. It could go so many ways. He’d thought of them all, and then some. Maybe his eldest brother would be upset? Would he? Would he rejoice in Tim’s sexuality? Would he scorn him?

It made Tim’s throat tighten each time he thought of the conversations that ended with hate-ridden words.

He looked up when he heard footsteps come into the room, then stop. “Timmy? What are you doing in here?”

Swallowing thickly, he couldn’t help but feel the corners of his eyes sting and he dropped his head, letting out a shaky breath.

His brother was in front of him in an instant, hands on his shoulders as he pushed him up to stare into his eyes. “Tim? What’s wrong?” his voice was so filled with worry that it made the tears slide down Tim’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he lamented. “I’m sorry.”

He could see the confusion etching across his brother’s face, the pure bewilderment at seeing his younger brother break down in tears. “Woah, woah, woah,” he eased, kneeling in front of the boy; he still held Tim’s shoulders. “Timmy, buddy, what’s going on?”

Tim shook his head. “I can’t tell you. I—I’m scared to tell you.”

“Tim, look at me, kiddo,” he urged, waiting until his brother did so to add, “Did somebody hurt you?” his eyes were serious, voice solemn.

He suddenly remembered his eldest brother’s struggles with his superior many years ago, and he shook his head. “No…it’s nothing like that.”

“Oh, thank God,” he breathed out, letting his head lower slightly. “Jesus, I was afraid that’s what was wrong.” Looking back up, he asked, “Timmy, what’s going on? What’s got you so up in knots?”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” he nodded, and Tim clenched his jaw and glanced down at his hands before murmuring, “I’m bisexual.”

There was a beat between them, a brief moment of total silence.

“No shit.”

It was Tim’s turn to feel bewildered and he recoiled slightly. “What? Did you know?”

“Did I know?” his brother mocked, rolling his eyes. “No, it was only completely obvious when you stared at Conner with googly eyes.” He shot his brother a look. “Bud, this is me you’re talking to. I knew a long time ago that you were somewhere in the closet.”

He knocked on Tim’s forehead. “I was half tempted to come in there and pull you out.” Taking Tim’s face in his hands, he wiped his thumbs underneath the boy’s eyes. “You tell dad yet?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head as best he could in his brother’s grip. “I wanted to tell you first.”

He smiled and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Tim’s forehead. “It’s worrisome to come out, Tim, I know it is. But I want you to remember something,” he gazed at his brother, affirming, “there is nothing that will ever change how much I love you. I will always be there to support you in whatever you want to do, whoever you want to be, and however you want to live.”

He gave Tim a soft smile. “I’m your brother. I’ve got your back. Forever.”

Tim simply gaped at his eldest brother, then suddenly leapt into the soldier’s arms. “I love you,” he blubbered, burying his face in his brother’s neck.

He grinned and stood up, Tim’s legs dangling, and he swung him slightly. “I love you too, kiddo.” He snorted. “But you do know I’m going to make a hella ton of gay jokes now, right? And I’m gonna point out every cute boy and go, ‘Hey Timberly, isn’t he cute?’”

Tim sighed. “I don’t know what I expected.” He smiled though and he squeezed him tightly. “Thanks.”

“Always.”