#omg and when you try to kiss for the first time while you’re still tiny

[raspberriesoda]

jisung headcanons — random relationship things

warnings | not much, very fluffy! one mention of reader being smaller than him, one swear word, one tiny nsfw mention, g!n overall but reader is described as having hair long enough to tie up/braid and does their makeup

a.n | i need him :((

this cute lil mf i adore him

first of all he’s such a silly little goober

he’s shy so it takes him a while to get used to being completely authentic around you

but eventually he’ll relax when he knows for certain that you love him exactly how he is and he can be himself

he strikes me as the type to do the dumbest little things just so he can hear you laugh

a few examples:

sometimes when you’re kissing, out of nowhere he’ll blow air into your mouth to puff up your cheeks

he never does it during more serious and truly intimate moments (he can read the room)

but when he does it catches you off guard every time and it always sends you into a giggle fit because its just so stupid

you’ll go in to kiss him again but now you think he’s just gonna do it again even if he promises he won’t so you can’t continue without laughing

“i’m not even doing anything!” he pouts

but seeing you so giggly about something he did just makes him so happy (and proud)

if you’re sitting somewhere he’ll come over and just

sit on you

straight up knock the wind out of you and shuffle around, groaning like he can’t get comfortable

and act like he’s completely oblivious to the fact he’s literally using you as a cushion

he’ll pull out his phone and text you like “hey where are you :(“

and he pretends he can’t hear you if you try and talk to him

its already really hard for him to keep a straight face when he does this so all you have to do is tickle him

then he has to acknowledge you

“omg hi i didn’t even see you there!! :))”

in the same vein, he’ll come up to you while you’re standing and just flop his full weight onto you in a hug

if you clock it before it happens you’ll have to adjust your stance or grab onto something so you don’t fall over

but if you don’t then uh. good luck soldier

(just kidding he’ll catch you)

you do the same thing to him but he’s bigger and it doesn’t have the same effect on him

he loves it anyway though, he’ll drop anything he’s doing to wrap an arm around your waist

another thing he likes to do is use your hands to do things for him

like he’ll grab your hands and move them around, so really its still him doing it he’s just using your hands instead

mostly when he’s on his phone or if he’s playing a game

he holds your hand which holds his phone, and grabs your finger to scroll through his feed

or he’ll have you in front of him and gives you the game controller, reaching around you to puppet your hands

if you’re wearing a hoodie he shoves his arms through the sleeves with yours to make it easier

you’re more than likely wearing his hoodie anyway so he says its only fair that you share it

i’m a physical touch jisung truther if you couldn’t tell

he must always be touching you in some capacity

scientists have not proven why yet but the working theory is that jisung is a certified cutie

he just loves being close to you!! so physical affection is the best way to remind himself that you’re here with him :’)

canonically, jisung is a wanderer

he’ll trail around with no real destination in mind

he just has lots of thoughts in his head and likes to walk while he sorts them out

sometimes he’ll hold your hand and make you walk around with him if he’s feeling clingy (which is often)

other times he’ll just let you be

but he always kisses your cheek or your head when he passes by

absolutely the type to cling to you while you’re in the middle of a task and shuffle around the house with you

its just a little hard for him to sit still sometimes

even if he is sitting still, his hands are not

and i reiterate, he likes to be touching you in some way, so more often than not he’ll be playing with your fingers or your hair

jisung is also a canon rambler

mostly to himself

if you’re there he doesn’t expect a reply because really he’s just talking to himself

but if you have an opinion on the topic he’ll always listen

if he’s talking about something and you happen to fall asleep he keeps the conversation going by himself

once you told him that his talking made its way into your dream and you had a full blown rant about aliens with him while you were asleep

it was the cutest thing he’s ever heard

sometimes he’ll be so excited to say something that he’ll cut you off

he doesn’t mean to, it just comes out a little sooner than he means for it to, and he always apologizes

he gets better about that as time goes on

he has a habit of imitating things you say

not in the sense that he’s mocking you, he just likes the way it sounds when you say it so he tries to parrot it

he’ll do that with certain facial expressions you make too

jisung is a curious boy, and he loves to learn everything he can about the people he loves

he watches your favorite movies and shows with you, he takes the time to participate in your hobbies, he lets you take him to all of your favorite places

so he can get a glimpse into the aspects of your life that make you happy

his favorite thing though is watching you play your favorite video games

if you’re gaming he insists that you sit on his lap or between his legs so he can wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder

he’s a little bit of a backseat gamer but you don’t really mind

its a bit annoying when he nags you about continuously losing a fight or dying on the same level (you know he means well)

but you love the input he gives on more slice of life type games, like decorating your animal crossing island or farming your crops in stardew valley

he did however just about have a heart attack when you showed him how many ways you knew how to kill a sim

co op games are one of his favorite ways to spend time with you as well

especially if one or both of you are absolutely shit at it (which if we’re being honest is like 95% of the time)

overcooked, however, is dangerous territory

too many soups burned

anyway, his curiosity doesn’t stop at just your hobbies and interests

even mundane things like daily habits and routines are things that jisung wants to know all about

along the way he’s picked up on such small things that you barely remember ever mentioning them

all of your preferences are filed away in his head

whenever you’re doing something like your hair or makeup or skincare, he’ll sit with you and ask what every aspect of it is or does

eventually he’ll ask if you can teach him how to do them for you

it definitely required a little.. practice

but no one is perfect the first time they try something new!!

(you had to tell him that, even he didn’t let you leave the house the first time he did your makeup)

he gets better though, especially doing your hair!

to the point that he got tired of doing simple ponytails and braids and took it upon himself to research new hairstyles to teach himself

you found it very endearing :’)

jisung loves to shower together

less in a sexual way (though he isn’t opposed) and more because it feels so intimate and domestic to him

and he adores when you wash his hair for him

feeling you gently massaging in the shampoo and scratching at his scalp is probably his favorite feeling in the whole world

in conclusion

jisung would be so sweet and clingy i love him to death :((

[crybaby-bkg]

Being in the forest, you’ve come across all kinds of things, people, beings. You, being one of them, a fairy, an olden one of your kind, the kin that’s far and few to find just lurking around. So you’re special, held in high regard to those who frequent your area of the forest, respected and highly praised. Most know to bow and smile without teeth when they see you, except for one.

He’s new, you suspect, with his too big green eyes and tilted head. He takes in every part of the forest, mumbling to himself, picks at his bottom lip. His hands rests on his hips, and you notice his chest is naked and his lower half is covered in thick, dense fur. It tapers off into shiny hooves that he taps into the soft grass, and you wonder when the last time you saw a satyr was.

He’s a pretty one, you think, with thick curly green locks and curious eyes. His ears are pointed and they twitch in your direction at your giggle when he trips over a tree root. His gaze swivels over to the flower you rest on, and he perks up at the sight of it, clumsily making his way to you.

Everything’s all giggles from you, until he picks up the flower you rest on, mouth opening as the flower comes quickly to his mouth. Before he can devour you, you screech at him, something in your old tongue that nobody in a thirty mile radius could understand. But he stops, pulling the flower back, his curious green eyes widening when he finally makes out your camouflaged body sitting prettily in the bud of the flower.

“Have you no manners?” You ask, voice a huff that makes the satyr’s head tilt in the other direction. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen in excitement, mouth dropping open as he takes you in.

“You’re a…” his voice delves off, as he realizes what kind of fairy you must be. One he’s only heard of in tales, ones that are as old as time. He can’t believe he’s seeing one in real time, much less almost eating one!

“Give me your name, and I’ll forgive your indiscretion.” You offer him, chin jutting out in his direction. He knows he shouldn’t, knows you guys are full of tricks, that he should only admire from afar. But you’re so pretty in that ethereal type of way, and so, so tiny in his hands, that he wonders just how much damage you could actually cause. So he bites the bullet, doesn’t even realize that with just a name, he’s sealed his fate.

“Izuku. My name is Izuku.”

Izuku, or Deku as he likes to be called, has become so subservient to you as the days go on. Carries you everywhere, despite your wings working perfectly fine. Feeds you the fruit from trees without a single complaint, bathes you in the lakes despite his face always turning so red.

He even touches you the way you like to be touched. Lets you stay in his palm, figure hidden behind thick trees, a patch in the openness of the forest where only you two reside. He holds his thickest finger above you, watches with intent vermillion eyes as you lay on your back in his palm, rubbing your tiny little clit all over the pad of his finger. He could crush you in this position, but all he can think of is how immoral it would be to kill an ancient fairy from trying to shove you on his too big cock.

And despite using his big fingers to get you off for so long, it still isn’t enough. He’s surprised, one dusky morning, when he enters that patch in the forest that’s become you guys’ special spot, and doesn’t find you sleeping on a leaf. No, instead, Deku finds someone who looks eerily like you, only bigger in size—so, so much bigger.

Your hair looks so soft and your skin glows an eery golden haze around it. Your wings look iridescent in the slithers of morning light, as they flap lightly when he enters the thicket. Your body is bare, and it only feels that much intenser when everything is so much bigger, so easier to see in the broadening of your skin.

Your eyes are devious, with a downright cruel smile. You stretch where you lay, yawning a little, flipping on your back as you look at Izuku upside down, body bare and on display. It makes him think back to how hard he would have to strain to look in between your legs, now looking away at just how clear everything is.

“It’s time to prove your usefulness to me, Izuku. Are you ready?” You ask in a voice so sultry, he thinks he might melt on the spot. He should’ve known better than to give an ancient fairy his name, knows he’s spellbound to you and your every wish for eternity. But a part of him wishes he only would’ve met you sooner.

“I’m more than ready.”

[buckyalpine]

Heeey sweetie ! I hope you’re well !! I always look forward to your posts and check your page daily for updates ! Your writing is incredible and always leaves me with butterflies in my stomach !! I wanted to leave a request if that’s okay ! I was thinking about mob Bucky with grumpy-sunshine trope !? Bucky being the grumpiest little shit ! He’s arrogant and stares too much . But then he meets this ray of sunshine and she’s the only one to get him soft ! She’s the only one that can coax a smile out of him ! Gives her the gentlest touches and sweetest kisses ! He’s proud to have her next to him and loves how much smaller she looks compared to his massive size . Even tho he’s dominant in bed , he’s still careful and considerate with her ! Fluffy fluff with a big intimidating man

YESS Omg i love this so much its adorable. (18+, cause there’s fluffy fluff but also smutty smut) 

Disclaimer: I love fics where Bucky loves his much smaller reader compared to his larger size but I do my best to not describe the readers size too much because I want anyone to be able to imagine themselves in my fics. When I write, Bucky is obsessed over how he can just easily scoop you up into his arms and toss you over his shoulder effortlessly. 

First time meeting you I just imagine you both meet in the most wholesome way as well. He's truly the grumpiest shit anyone's ever met. Arrogant and cocky but he’s earned his reputation so no one dares question it. That being said, he has some principals, one of them being that family always comes first. He takes that very seriously. That's why he's out and about, looking for a present for Sam’s daughter’s birthday, hand picked himself (and by present, we’re talking presents plural, he already bought her a custom gold engraved locket and an Hermes baby blanket, no godchild of his would get any less).

Still, he wanted to give her more, wandering into a little book shop at the corner of the street that appeared to be empty. His men stood outside the door while he scanned the shelfs, huffing in frustration because there were so many choices and it would have been easier to just buy the all the books. He picked up a book and set it down, the store probably wouldn’t cost too much- 

"Can I help you?"

A sweet voice called him from behind and Bucky was ready to give the person hell, he hated sales people. Most people. Honestly all people. Except Steve. He'd maybe pee on Sam if he was on fire but that was as far as his love for him went. (its all a front, he loves Sam).

He turned around, about to tell whoever it was, to fuck off, blinking instead when he came face to face with you. You smiled up at him, eyes twinkling, setting down the pile of books you had in your arms to look at the shelf he was browsing. 

“What age group are you looking for?” 

Bucky hardly registered your words, staring at what looked like the human form of a cute little garden fairy straight out of a fairytale. You were in a blush pink sundress, covered in tiny flowers, standing on your tippy toes trying to reach the books higher on the shelf. Garden fairy, what the fuck was wrong with him, he shook his head trying to regain his train of thought. 

“Uh- a baby?” Bucky didn’t know what to do with himself, most people took his  staring as a sign to go away but you seemed unbothered. 

"Oh! Come with me, there’s a great section at the back, I’ll show you!” You happily led the 6′4 mob boss to the kids corner at the back of the store, colorful drawings, plush rugs and little bean bags covered the area. 

“Any of these would be great for a little one” You pointed to the shelves that were low to the ground, pulling out a few and handing them to him “let me know if you see anything you like” with that, you went back to putting books away. You returned a few minutes later, biting back a smile, looking at the tall man covered head to toe in dark ink, diligently reading through one of the books you handed to him. 

"You look so cute" You giggled, looking at Bucky sitting on one of the tiny chairs, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. 

"Cute?" Bucky had never been more insulted in his life, of all things to describe him, how dare you tell him he looked cute. 

“Of course” You grinned as you walked over and sat down beside him. The gentle sweet scent of your perfume evaded his senses, his heart jumped when he felt your warm hand brush against his. Bucky didn’t know why his heart was racing, he didn’t like it. His brows furrowed, trying to stop the blush that spread across his face when he saw your smile. 

“Do you like that one?” Bucky nodded, looking at the cover of the book; two bears sitting together looking at the moon. “I love you to the moon and back, its such a sweet book, I would have picked this one too” 

Bucky nodded again, not trusting himself to speak around you. You took the book to the front to check him out. After he paid, you placed a little brown bear that matched the ones on the book cover in the bag as well. Bucky cocked his head confusedly, reaching for his wallet again. 

“How much?”

“Just take it as part of the gift” You smiled, tying a ribbon around the handles of the bag. “I’m sure they’ll love it. Have a good day!” You gave him a little wave as he walked out, turning back to your books, while Bucky felt his insides melt. 

The pretty girl at the book store thinks I’m cute.

Bucky slid into his SUV, the corner of his lips twitching, his cheeks dusted pink. You thought he was cute. Cute. He continued to bite his bottom lip, fighting with his face muscles to keep from smiling, failing miserably instead. 

“Is he having a stroke”

Sam whispered, staring at Bucky through the rearview mirror while he sat at the front with Steve. Bucky’s face continued to twitch, trying to keep his classic scowl on his lips. 

“I think he’s smiling” snorted, cocking an eyebrow watching Bucky carefully inspect the little brown bear you put in the bag. 

“He knows how to smile?”

“You good punk?” Steve called out, smirking when Bucky stuffed the bear back in the bag, pretending he wasn’t giving it heart eyes while thinking about you. “You looked real cozy talking to the girl at that the bookstore” 

“Shut up” He ignored his two friends snickering, throwing them a growl before thinking about you again. 

She thinks I’m cute. 

After that meeting, imagine Bucky finds himself going back for more and more books; he doesn’t even have time to read but he can’t help it. Every time he steps into your bookstore, its like sliding into a comfy blanket. He’s addicted to your sweet smile; your always there with a new book for him to read. He can’t help but smile every time he sees you flit around the shelves, he felt like he was living in his own fairytale. 

The first kiss

Bucky watched you huff in frustration, trying to put a book back on the shelf but it was too high for you to reach. 

“Um-could-would you please help me put this back?” You asked shyly, while Bucky smiled, nodding and coming up behind you, his hand gently holding your waist, placing the book on top with ease. His tall form towered over you, his chest brushing against your as you turned and looked up at him. 

“Th-thank you” you whispered, your eyes flicking from his blue eyes to his pink lips. His lips were curved in a soft smile that gave you butterflies; it wasn’t often that you saw him smile but it seemed he did it whenever he was close to you. 

“You look handsome when you smile” You squeaked, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the words slipped through. Bucky bit his lip, while you looked away embarrassed you had said that out loud. “Sorry I didn’t mean-” 

You gasped, feeling him pull you closer, his hand gently tilting your chin up to look at him. His head dipped down slightly and you felt your body moving on its own, standing on your tippy toes to be closer to him. 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his nose nudging against yours. You nod, letting out a shuddered breath as his hand cupped your cheek, pressing his lips sweetly to yours. You hesitantly moved your arms to wrap around his shoulders, melting into his touch. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed, staying tucked in his arms, having waited ages for him to finally make a move. When he finally has to leave, he comes running back in mere seconds later. 

“Did you forget something?” 

Bucky nodded, his hands wrapping around you waist, pulling you close to him again, his lips kissing you softly as ever. 

“I wanted another kiss” 

That kiss turned into lots of kisses. Lingering hugs. When he finally brings you to his home, he keeps you his little secret for a while so he can enjoy your company. You bring out a softness in him he didn’t know was possible; soft fluffy dates with him cooking for you, or going on evening strolls. You’re his everything, he loves seeing his little garden fairy comfy in his home. You made everything warmer; the soft scent of candles always traveled down the halls; sweet baked goodies were always ready in the kitchen. Sam and Steve were definitely not complaining, pretending they didn’t notice Bucky’s classic grumpy face now also came with a cute little blush on his cheeks. 

The first time they meet you 

Imagine Bucky’s team finally find the mole they’d been hunting for months. They’re all riled up, throwing him into the van, threatening him within an inch of his life. They know Bucky likes to take care of business himself but it doesn’t stop them from warning him about the pure wrath he’s going to face. 

“You’re fucked”

“You thought we were bad? You’re gonna wish your mom swallowed you”

They drag him up the steps, bursting into his office, expecting Bucky to be waiting there with his knife twirling between his fingers. 

Instead...

Bucky’s men all stared at each other before looking at the sweet thing that was sitting in their bosses lap, feeding him pastries. Bucky grinned like a love struck puppy, cradling you to his chest while he sat on his office chair, moaning at the sweet caramel melting on his tongue. The last thing they expected to see was a delicate thing like you cuddled up with who they thought was a blood thirsty gang leader. 

Sam snorted, shaking his head, watching Bucky ignore the rest of them, his eyes still trained on you, peppering kisses onto your cheek. 

“Motherfucker, are you eating butter tarts right now?” 

“They taste good” Bucky shrugged, giving you one final sweet kiss to your lips before looking up at his team. 

“Why don’t you wait for me in my room, I’ll be there soon” Bucky pressed a soft kiss onto your temple, helping you off his lap. You smiled, brushing some of his hair back, kissing his forehead.

“Come soon bubba” Your bare feet padded through his office, giving the towering men a quick wave as you passed them “Hi Sam, Hi Steve!” 

Sam blinked, before grinning and giving you a friendly wave back. 

“She is adorable, fucks she doing with you” 

“Shut the fuck up bird brain” Bucky panned, a growl emitting from his chest, as he rounded the table, his previous soft demeanor dropping as soon as his eyes landed on the mole. “Have Steve keep him quiet, my angel doesn’t have to hear this shit” 

After Bucky’s men saw how soft he was for you, you become their secret weapon. You’re always there to soften the blow they’d face, making him smile even when delivering the worst news. 

“Boss, the deliveries were seized” Peter trembles at the door, while Bucky’s nostrils flare, he’s about to tell everyone off, but his anger dissipates as soon as your head pops into the room. 

“Bucky, come cuddle?” You push past the men, your hands draping around his shoulders. 

“They put you up to this, didn’t they?” Bucky snorted, rubbing his temples, melting as soon as you crawled into his lap. You giggled innocently, kissing his scruffy cheek while he lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to his room. 

“Hmm, they’re lucky you’re so sweet babygirl” 

The first time 

For months, Bucky didn’t do anything more than give you soft kisses, hugs and cuddles. He wanted you, he needed you in a way he never thought was possible, but he didn’t want to rush anything. You were special and if he was going to be intimate with you, it’d be whenever you were ready. 

He never wanted to pressure you into anything, but you reassured him you wanted this. Bucky swallowed thickly, looking at your smaller form curled up against his bed waiting for him. You looked so sweet and delicate, wearing just one of his shirts, nervously fidgeting with your hands while he crawled up the bed to you. 

“Are you sure about this prinţesă?” He kissed your knee, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb; you felt your face heat up and the name he had for you, nodding without meeting his eyes. “Look at me baby” He tilted your chin to meet his gaze, “I won’t be upset if you want to wait” 

You knew he meant it. Not once had he ever made you feel like doing something you didn’t want. His sweetness only made you want him more. 

“I want this, I-I want you” you whispered, moaning softly when his lips pressed against yours. He kissed you softly, his hand moving to your waist to lay you down against the pillows. He was on top of you, nipping your jaw, peppering kisses down your neck, his hand caressing the side of your thigh. 

Being with you was different. 

He natural instinct had always been rough and fast; clothes torn, no build up. 

He didn’t want that with his pretty doll. Yet. 

He slowly undressed you, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you bare underneath him. He continued to kiss you while still being fully dressed, chuckling when he felt you squirm under him. 

“What is it baby?”  He cocked his head, picking up on what you wanted when you fiddled with the buttons on his shirt but he didn’t want to give in, enjoying your flustered state.

“I-um” You fisted his shirt, burning under his gaze, “Take it off” 

“Take what off?” He cocked his eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his pretty lips. 

“Ugh, I want to see you naked Bucky” You pouted, burying your face into his neck while he grinned, bringing your hands to unbutton his shirt. 

“Whatever my babydoll wants, go ahead prinţesă, m’all yours” You squeaked when he pulled you and rolled over so you were straddled on top of him, his hands stroking your bare waist and thighs. 

“Want you to take it off babygirl” He couldn't take his eyes off you as you shakily undid his tie, moving to his buttons next. As soon as his shirt was off, you managed to unbuckle his belt and tug off his pants. You blinked at his thick cock straining against his briefs. 

Bucky brought his fingers to rub though your soaked folds, groaning at the slick that easily coated his fingers. 

“Will you let me taste you?” 

“I-no one’s ever-

“I’ll be gentle baby, promise it’ll feel good” Bucky laid you on your back as he worshipped your body, trailing kisses down your skin, while you hesitantly parted your legs, his thick, wide shoulders forcing them apart further. 

“So pretty baby” Bucky groaned, kissing your clit, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking softly, careful not to apply too much pressure. “You have the sweetest clit doll”

He could feel his cock throb against the mattress at the way your face contorted, soft whine slipping past your lips as you tried to keep your moans down. He pushed a finger in, gently stretching you out, while you started to grow needy, your hips shifting under him. He pulled away, his beard glistening with your arousal, eyes heavy with lust. 

“Want to be inside you prinţesă” 

You nodded,  while he threw his briefs off, his cock standing tall and proud as he hovered above you.

“Bucky, it-it won’t fit” You whispered, watching his thick cock bob between his legs, grazing on your clit. 

“We’ll make it fit baby” His hand gently cupped your face, while your legs moved up to hug his waist. “Tell me if its too much and I’ll stop” He moved his cock through your folds, groaning at how you felt on the tip of his cock. 

“Ready?” You nodded, gasping feeling his thick blunt tip prod against your soaked entrance.

“Jaames...” You whimpered feeling him stretch you while he kissed your forehead, stopping his movements with just the tip inside you.

“Shhh angel, it’s just me sweet girl” Your body trembled under his, biting down onto his shoulder as he pushed himself further while holding your body close to his. You were still getting used to the burn and stretch of him as he buried himself to the hilt, clinging onto him while he stayed still. 

“I know baby” Bucky stroked your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face, kissing your cheeks. He felt a new type of feral, his sweet girl under him, whining and whimpering over his cock, your pussy dripping around him.  

“S’too big Bucky” You bit your lip, your pretty doe eyes locked with his. 

“My cocks too big for you baby?” Bucky cooed, while you nodded, throbbing at your nails digging into his skin “Your pussy’s too tight, huh angel, you need me to go slow?”

There was something addicting over how hard Bucky was trying to hold back, his brows furrowed, cock already leaking into you. He started off slow, gentle thrusts, letting you adjust, telling you how perfect you were, his hands laced with yours, pinned against the bed.

“Taking my cock like such a good girl baby”

“You know how pretty you look right now doll?”

You felt the burn start to melt, your moans growing louder while he pushed his entire length in and out of you, his bally smacking against your ass. 

“M-more Bucky, please?” 

Bucky’s breaths grew heavy, feeling his spine tingle already, you had a different affect on him, his cock already throbbing. 

“You’re beautiful prinţesă”

“Could make love to you like this for hours my baby” 

“Taking me so well babydoll, making my cock throb, you’re so tight” 

He craved so much more of your warmth, his pace speeding up, moaning and grunting each time you cried out. He gripped onto the head board as he started to pound you, the sounds of skin slapping carrying through the room. 

“F-uck baby, you feel so good” He moaned into your neck, the muscles on his back tensed as he fucked you harder. “Am-am I too rough sweet girl”

“F-feels g-good James” You cried out from under him, your walls starting to flutter as he hit your g-spot. Bucky moaned, his forehead coming down to rest on yours, lips parted and brushing against each other. “Bucky, harder, please”

The sound your moaning his name made him almost cum on the spot. 

“Oh fuck don’t stop, tell me it feels good baby, tell me how bad you want it, keep saying my name” 

“JAMESS” The headboard practically slammed against the wall as he abandoned all softness, the both of you feral over each other, chasing your highs. 

“Tell me how good my cock makes you feel baby” His hand snaked between your bodies, rubbing and teasing your clit, making you nearly sob. 

“S’good Bucky, stretching me, I- fuck m’gonna cum!” 

“Cum my gorgeous girl, CUM”  “JAMES-I-F-FUCK” You clenched around his cock, cumming and squirting around him while he roared, his pace stuttering as he spilled ropes of cum into you. You both held onto each other, moaning and panting as you came down from your orgasm, your body still convulsing feeling his cum drip out of you. 

“Fuck I love you” He panted against your skin, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face. He had a goofy grin, sweeping you into his arms to run you a hot bath. 

(Which was a waste of time, considering he spent the rest of the night with you,  making an utter sticky mess in his bed)

Bonus: The first tattoo (dedicated to you)

Most of Bucky’s body is covered in dark ink, but none of his pieces were done impulsively. Each piece had a meaning behind it, and his latest one was his favorite. 

“Close your eyes baby” He picked you up and placed you on his desk, unbuttoning his shirt while you impatiently waited for him to tell you, you could look. “Alright, open” 

“A fairy?” You gasped, looking at his newest piece, your fingers gently tracing over his chest. Above his heart, was his latest piece, a little fairy reading a book while sitting on the moon. 

“From when I first met you. I thought you were like a little garden fairy” Bucky blushed, kissing your nose. “Could never get enough of you, the only little fairy to think I’m cute” 

Tears stung your eyes, sniffling while he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled against his skin, kissing his chest. 

“You like it baby?” His thumbs swiped across your cheeks, stroking your hair while you nodded, struggling to formulate words. 

“I-I love y-ou” You choked out, hugging him tighter

“I adore you sweet girl, love you to the moon and back”

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if my heart’s gonna break | joel miller x f!reader

part 1 (read part 1 before reading this!)

summary: a couple nights later, you head back to joel’s

warnings: 18+!!!! smut again. unprotected piv. fem!afab!reader. angst again don’t worry i’ll make a happy ending okay

word count: 4k

joel mod in gif is by speclizer (so fucking hot oh my GODDDD)

a/n: finally finished part 2 omg i’m sorry for the wait yall… i’m a perfectionist it’s lowkey debilitating. anyways… i hope u guys enjoy <3 tysm for the support on part 1 and tbh on all my other fics too… i can’t believe ppl like my writing that much. i am very grateful! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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im scared but if my heart's gonna break before the night will end

i said we're in danger

sleeping with a friend

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You cant stop thinking about the kiss. 

The kiss that honestly shouldn’t mean so much to you. You’ve kissed him, like, so many times. So many times his tongue has been in your mouth, been in your damn vagina. So why the fuck… why the fuck are you so worked up over this right now?

It’s just…it was so heavy. It felt like…like more than just a kiss. Like he was laying his life down for you, much like he does in patrols. 

He… Joel… he usually never kisses right after sex. He recognizes in the post-coitus energy that things are different. They mean more. He has to know that. So… why now? Does he…?

No. You’re just in your head again. Maybe you’re thinking about it too hard. You’ve never had a friends with benefits situation before now. Maybe this… maybe this is regular.

But for your own psyche, you think you might have to set some ground rules. 

There was always that main rule, that wretched, critical rule. The one you said to him on the first day of your strange exchange.

“Don’t go falling in love with me, cowboy.”

Well, to hell with that one, right? Pretty sure you’ve beaten that shit to death. Shattered all possible remains of it.

So more rules. More rules will have to do. Starting with:

No kissing.

Should be easy enough. 

You’ll figure out the rest later. You have got to stop thinking about it, though, because you’re on the way to his house right now. 

You knock swiftly on the door, and you swear you feel your heart drop into your pussy the moment he opens the door to reveal himself. A plain, black t-shirt is stretched across his broad chest, haphazardly tucked into a pair of plaid pajama pants that hang loosely around his hips. His graying hair is ruffled beyond belief, curling around his ears and falling over his forehead. In your fits of passion and desire a couple nights ago, you hardly realized it had grown longer. It looks nice.

This sleepy and soft Joel is not one you’ve seen in a while. Well, it’s not like you’ve seen him much lately anyway, with him having been gone and all. Still, it’s disorienting. 

“Howdy,” he says.

“Um. Hi.” You try not to gawk. “Did…did I come at a bad time, or something?”

“No, not at all. I just got back from patrols… took a shower,” he says, leaning a shoulder against the door jamb, strong arms crossing over his chest. There’s a tiny, barely perceptible smirk on his lips. “Need somethin’?”

You see it now, the water clinging to his hair, darkening it, beading at his temples like sweat. You follow a line of water trickling down his throat until it disappears behind his collar.

Rule 2: Don’t come over after he’s showered.

“I…uh, I can come back later if you want—“

You’re nervous to ask him what you want to ask him, which is honestly ridiculous considering you guys have been doing this for months now. You used to be able to just knock on his door and he’d pull you in, and it was that easy. Or you’d give him a look when in public, and he knew exactly what you needed.

Now, you’re painfully awkward. Curse him and curse your feelings.

He straightens a bit, his brows furrowing in slight concern. “What’s goin’ on?”

Heat spreads down your neck, embarrassment. Shame. It’s strange, how just a couple nights ago you let him finger you in public, and now you’re afraid to ask him for sex again in his house and for your panties back.

You should honestly just say something like:

I’m here for my underwear.

And you’re positive he’d say:

Want it back? You gotta earn it, sweetheart.

And your knees would buckle and you’d sink down to the carpeted floor in front of his couch and suck him off until he was coming down your throat, stroking back your hair and thumbing his cum on your plush bottom lip.

But instead you’re scowling at him and blurting: “I need a drink.”

How dare he leave you high and dry for three weeks, come back and fuck the shit out of you, make you realize you’re in love with him, and look this good?

God damnit, you need to get your shit together. 

Joel’s eyes widen, surprised only slightly by your outburst, before he backs up to allow you inside his home. When he shuts the door behind you, his hand settles warmly on your lower back as he steers you toward the kitchen.

He immediately beelines for the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of red for you. A warm, tingly feeling stirs in your stomach at the fact that he knew you’d want wine. The frustration you’ve been feeling fizzles out. 

“You know me so well.”

He gives you a light smirk, uncorking the bottle. The liquor gurgles as he pours it into a glass. “Think you’d kill me if I didn’t know after all this time.”

You laugh, “Sure, but the real test of friendship is if you knew how I’d kill you.”

“A swift kick to the nuts and then one of my guitars to my head.”

Your eyes widen on a guffaw. “You think I’d damage one of your guitars?”

“You care more about my guitars than my genitals?” 

“Yes. Why would I ever smash one of your guitars?”

He rolls his eyes. “Kill two birds with one stone—my soul and my body. It’s effective. If you needed to kill me, I’d hope it was like that. Now how would I kill you?” 

You hum in consideration. “Trick question. You wouldn’t—no, you couldn’t.”

“You know me so well.” 

His words mirrored back at you so gently, with his brown eyes trained on you intently has the warmth in your belly spreading, making you drop your gaze.

His smirk grows and he hands you the wine glass and reaches for some homemade brandy. You watch the muscles in his arm flex as he pours, sipping daintily while your mind replays thoughts of filth. Of you dragging that arm between your legs, grinding down on it until—

“So, you really only here for a drink?” He asks with a playful lilt, taking a sip of his own beverage and effectively jolting you out of your daydreaming.

You lean against the island, wondering if you should tell him the truth. From the way he’s looking at you, hungrily and heated, like a lion ready to pounce, you’re tempted to.

But…you’re afraid. You can’t stop thinking about The Rule. The one you broke and the ones you just made. You wonder if whatever might happen between you two tonight will unravel them before you can even put them into place.

You look up at him through your lashes, lips pursed around the rim of the glass. “Maybe, maybe not.”

His eyes darken, tongue darting out to lick his lips of sweet fermented wine. His gaze travels up and down your figure, comfortable and breathable in a t-shirt and shorts. Nothing fancy and cute like your sundress from the other night, because today you had to work. But Joel has never minded what you’ve worn, swearing you always look sexy in anything.

Which is something that also makes you question this friends with benefits situation you have here.

He sets his glass down and eases in closer, curling an arm around your waist to pull you into him. “How high’s the chance then?”

“…What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s the probability that you really did only come here for a drink?” he drawls, eyes following your lips as your tongue dips out to wet them. “Or was there another reason?”

The cold tip of his nose brushes along your throat, lips ghosting over your skin. You tremble in his hold. “Odds are in favor of the first option,” you breathe, “ran out of alcohol at my place.”

“And you couldn’t just stop by the Bison? Had to steal from my stores?”

“You know you have the good stuff.”

“You’re lyin’ but I’ll pretend like you ain’t.”

That makes you laugh, and more tumble out of you when one of his hands traces lazily over your stomach, fingers light and delicate and teasing.

“So why d’ya need a drink?”

Because you’re driving me crazy. Because I’m driving myself crazy. Because the universe wants to fuck me over.

You smile and your free hand skates up his muscled back, your fingers brushing along the stretchy fabric of his tee, your voice soft. “Just needed to destress a little. Work has been intense.”

He grins back, presses it into the spanse between your throat and your shoulder, before he lightly scrapes his teeth over it and lays a gentle bite that has you keening into him, pressing your body against his.

“Well, I could help you destress another way too,” he murmurs, palm squeezing the pudgy flesh of your waist, fingers digging lightly into your muscle.

“Mm… yeah?” you hum, your voice a low purr, back arching. Your breasts press into his chest, and Joel makes a sound deep in his throat in agreement.

He presses you into the island, caging you in with his hands on either side of you. He towers over you, a sweatpant clad leg sliding between yours. 

He leans down to kiss you, and a flashing light blares in your mind — NO KISSING — loud and bright and distracting. You turn your head at the last second, his lips landing on your cheek. But Joel doesn’t pull back, doesn’t question you. He just kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, mouthing at you. Sucking your skin to leave little marks that will either fade or be covered by concealer. 

It used to upset you when he left marks because they’re a pain to cover up. Then, you started to like it. You didn’t mind covering up the marks because when you took the makeup off and saw them at the end of the day, all you could think about was him. About the how he made you come. About the words he muttered in your ear. About the feeling of his hands on you—in you. 

Now, you’re starting to grow upset again, but this time it’s because you want to wear them proudly. Want people to know he gets to claim you like this. But… you can’t. But you also don’t want him to stop.

You allow him to continue marking you up, his hand coming up to rest behind your skull, holding you in place. You press your body into his eagerly and with desperate, soft noises that he returns with placating moans.

And then he shifts, and his thigh ruts against your clothed core, and you moan lightly, airily, grinding your hips down against him, searching for any friction. 

His hands curl around the hem of your white tee, and he peels it off your body. One skates behind your back to easily undo the clasp of your bra, and then your breasts are heavy and on display for him. 

Joel stares down at you with heavy eyes. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Longing claws at your chest, and you look up at him coyly, your lip caught between your teeth. Joel groans like he’s in pain, and squeezes along the underside of one of your breasts before leaning down to close his mouth over the nipple while his other hand gives attention to the other, squeezing and pinching. Your hands find purchase in his damp hair as low moans tumble from your lips. 

When he’s deemed one nipple adequately appreciated, he moves onto the next. Licking, revering, his dark eyes peering up at you while his peppered hair is fisted in your hands. The sight has slick arousal pooling in your underwear.

Eventually he pulls back and his hands clamp down on your hips. He guides you along the muscle of his thigh, your clit pulsing at the contact. 

“Want you to come on my thigh, baby.” His voice is a ragged slur of words against your ear, warm and paired with a kiss to your cartilage. 

“Fuck…yes, Joel,” you whimper, sparks flying through your nerves with each roll of your hips.

His fingers grip your chin, tilting your head so you have no choice but to keep eye contact with him as you rut against his thigh. He’s grinning, eyes heavy lidded and deep, dark like wet tar. They suck you in as if they were quicksand.

You’d let him drag you under a million times over. 

Your best friend.

“Joel,” you moan, feeling yourself grow close. Standing at the cliff's edge. His eyes bore into yours, his grin slipping as he focuses on you. Focuses on making you shatter atop him.

“Come on, baby. You can do it. You can come,” he says encouragingly,  fingers stroking the skin of your hip. You feel tears prick your eyes as the waves crash, spreading from your throbbing clit along your muscles. Filling you with warmth, stronger and deeper than the buzz from the wine.

“Good job,” he praises gently. “Did so good.”

“Shut up,” you huff.

He laughs, and despite yourself, heat floods your body, throbs between your thighs. His words caress a deep, carnal animal inside of you, and the hunger takes over.

You frantically pull at his shirt until he has to tell you to slow down, and takes it off himself. Your hands run along his chest and stomach the moment they’re able to and down to the waistband of his sweats. You palm his hardening cock through the soft, gray fabric. Joel groans deep and heavy, his lashes fluttering as he stares you down. His hips thrust into your palm automatically. Involuntarily. 

God, that makes you light up like a firefly. Makes your nerves sing and your cunt flutter and your mind go numb.

He tugs down your shorts and underwear and sets you on top of the granite, but before he can strip the underwear from your ankle to no doubt pocket this pair like he did the other, you flick it off your foot across the kitchen. It lands somewhere near the door to the dining room.

He can’t steal all your underwear, or you’ll have none left.

“I wanted those,” he drawls, expression on the edge of a pout.

“Yeah, well I need them. It’s not common to come across a good pair of panties in this world.” 

“But I’d give ‘em back.” He’s full on pouting now. It is, unfortunately, very cute, but you’re used to it.

“Sure… like the pair you took from me the other night that I have yet to receive.” 

“How else am I supposed to get you to come over?” 

“I dunno? Maybe ask?”

“Should I leave a note on your door? Is that good enough for you?”

“At least be classy. A letter delivered in my mailbox with a wax stamp, please.” 

He laughs. “As you wish, Princess.”

He finally peels off his sweatpants, free of underwear beneath them, and you watch with barely concealed hunger as his cock springs free. 

And while you like the idea of him fucking you on the counter, you’d much rather him fuck you against the counter, so you hop down and turn so your back faces him. Your hands curl around the granite lip of the counter top, and you push your ass out and back, peering at him over your shoulder.

This way, it’s easier for him not to kiss you. Easier for you to turn your head and deny your lips to him. 

“Look at you…” Joel hums appreciatively at your show, at the wiggle of your hips as his palm smooths down your back and over your ass, squeezing at the plump flesh. 

You moan quietly, and Joel’s eyes darken, watching you intently like you’re the only thing in the room. 

His fingers drift down to your cunt and your slickness coats his fingers fully. You’re so wet for him. So ready for him to bury himself inside you and call you his.

It’s funny, you’ve lost all your heat from a few nights ago. All your sharp edged words. Now, you’re soft and pliant.

He swirls his soaked index and middle fingers along your clit, punctuating your sensitivity, before sliding them back inside you to the knuckle. You keen and push back, desperate for more. His fingers are so much longer than yours, thicker, and yet you crave more.

“That’s it, Joel,” you huff. “Fuck, feels so good. Need more.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

Shame lights your cheeks, but you push down the embarrassment. “Need…need your cock inside me.”

He lays a kiss on your neck. “Still a bit desperate aren’t we?”

“You’re the desperate one, Mr. Panty Stealer. You’re a fucking creep.”

He chuckles against your neck, but he squeezes your ass in retaliation. “Be nice, would you?”

“You like it when I’m mean.”

“Wanna see how much I like it?”

“If you’re willing to show me and get on with this, sure.”

He huffs in amused frustration. “God, you’re annoyin’.”

You just smile innocently at him.

Your legs tremble, slick running down your thighs when Joel pulls his fingers out. He replaces them with the hardness of his cock, of which he runs along your wetness, readying himself.

“I think ‘bout you way too much,” he says into your back, pressing a gentle kiss there. “D’ya think ‘bout me too?”

It’s an odd question. One you’re not expecting. One that has your heart stuttering in quiet confusion from this sudden switch in tone.

“Of course I do.” Obviously. You told him as much. Three weeks. Three weeks you thought about him.

“Good… wanna be the only thing on your mind.”

A high pitched keen hisses through your teeth as Joel eases himself inside you with a long, slow stroke and a low moan. Your fingers white knuckle the countertop, gripping it tightly.

He presses in close, burying himself all the way in before he withdraws slowly, his cock sliding inside you torturously. 

“Joel,” you moan.

“I know, baby.” He presses kisses to your shoulders. 

Joel’s hand gravitates to the back of your knee, and he slowly pushes up to lift your leg until your knee is resting on the counter. 

And then… with this new angle…he starts fucking you in earnest.

His hips snap against your ass, the sound deafening in the kitchen, and you crumple against the granite with a moan.

“Shit,” Joel grunts. “Yeah.”

Each of his heavy thrusts punches the air from your lungs, and your fingers slip on the countertop, scrabbling for purchase every chance you can get. He’s hot, thick inside you, warm as he folds over you, his hand on your tummy holding you upright, the other keeping your leg up to continue hitting you at that pleasant, delicious angle.

“H-holy shit—oh—“

He breathes heavily at your neck, low grunts and moans escaping his lips from his efforts. “Could spend eternity inside you, darlin’. Fuck, you’re mine.”

Your heart stutters, the words uttered in a lust filled craze, likely meaning nothing. But to your traitorous brain, to the hope lingering in your chest like a persistent cough, they mean everything. 

“All…” you’re losing your train of thought, fucked into blissful nothingness. “All yours, Joel.” 

It’s too difficult for him to kiss you from this angle, which you’re relieved about. But a part of you longs for it, longs for the feel of his mouth moving against yours. 

Joel’s strong arm wraps around your chest, and pulls you up so you’re flush against his back as he pounds up and into you. Keens and whimpers and breathless pants escape you with every thrust.

“Please, Joel,” you cry, tears pricking at the edges of your swirling vision.

“What, baby?” He huffs. “Need’a come?”

You nod crazily. “Yes—need to—“

“Shhh okay… I’ve got you,” he murmurs gently, the hand wrapped around your tummy inching down to circle at your clit steadily.

Your legs buckle beneath you but Joel keeps you upright as the pleasure soars through you, sudden and strong. He strokes you through it, groaning praises into your ear before he comes inside you a moment later. 

The two of you hiss in tandem when he pulls out, but he smothers it when he lays his mouth over yours. You’re hardly coherent enough to remember your rule, and for a moment you let him kiss you. You kiss him back, chasing the heat of his mouth with your own, moaning against his lips when his tongue dips into your mouth. 

Then, you remember.

You pull back panting, cheeks a flame, “Joel.”

“Hm?” He murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw before moving back up to pull you into another kiss. You move away before he can. His brows furrow in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t… I don’t think we should kiss anymore.”

He blinks. “What? Why?”

Your eyes flit across the kitchen, catching on labeled jars and wooden spoons and spices, anything but his own. “It’s too intimate.” 

It’s a lame excuse. Joel sees through it immediately.

“And my cock inside you ain’t?”

You sigh heavily, avoiding eye contact. “It’s different.”

“How? Enlighten me.” His tone has gone rougher. Hurt swirls in his eyes, and you feel worse than you did the other night.

Because you and I are friends. Because I don’t think I can pretend like that’s the truth when all I want is to call you mine. Because when I kiss you it’s like my world finally starts to make sense. 

“Please, Joel. Just…I don’t want to do it anymore. Can you respect that, please?”

He runs a hand down his beard, his hurt expression hardening into a stoic one you haven’t been on the receiving end of in years. Fuck. “Alright, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you anymore.”

You expect relief but all that comes is a deep longing and sadness that you try to push to the depths of your conscience. Though, like a buoy, it keeps popping above the surface. 

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

The cleanup is awkward. He watches you silently as you pick up your underwear and slide them and your shorts back on. He seems far away, here and gone all at once. It makes you worry, makes you wonder if what you just said was the biggest mistake of your life.

But you have to do this. You have to hold him at arm's length because if you admit to him…if you tell him how you really feel… maybe he really will leave you. He’ll realize you’ve gone and fucked everything up, and the friendship you’ve kindled, the trust you’ve built, will all be for nothing.

You can’t lose him, even if it means you can’t keep him close.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say eventually, when he’s walking you out the front door.

He smiles at you, faint and untrue. It’s like the one from the other night. Like that laugh he forced out for you. You feel like a Joel from the past has teleported to the present, with his thin smile and his hard eyes. “Yeah, of course.”

“You okay?”

Joel frowns, shifts on his feet. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno. You just seem… I don’t know. Never mind.”

“I’m good.” 

“You sure?”

He nods. “You need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’ll be okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hum. A moth circles the porch light. The two of you stare at each other for a long moment. He looks as if he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

“Okay,” is all that he says. 

“Okay,” you repeat, feeling empty. A waif, a lonely white flag waving in the wind. “Um, I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Night, darlin’,” he says, squeezing your arm, like he’s trying to be normal. It doesn’t work. His hand is cold. “Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Joel.”

It’s raining by the time you reach your house, and you curl under your blankets after a shower, your hair cold and wet against your scalp, listening to the droplets splattering against your window.

Sleep doesn’t come easy.

part 3

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Mashle friendship and dating scenarios (might be a bit ooc)

Friendship scenarios

Abel

He may not be showing any emotions but deep down he is actually grateful to have you by his side caring for him. He makes sure you are safe at all times by ordering his helpers to keep an eye on you if he’s busy. He might ignore you but he’ll find some free time to make it up to you.

Abyss

He was surprised when you want to befriend him AND complimenting his evil eye then that’s how your friendship began. I feel like he will smile around you more whenever he sees you. Please show him kindness and care he deserves it- He thinks he doesn’t deserve you so you better do it! He might visit your dorm just to spend time with you a while aww~

Mash

He will definitely offer you a cream puff as a gift for the start of your friendship. Congratulations! You are now one of his favourite people!! He will ask you to make cream puffs with him or maybe watch him train. You guys definitely share classes together and might witness him getting scolded by teachers while trying to hold in your laughter lol. He also asks you for help with homework-

Finn

Oh boy- he was so nervous when you approached him until you asked him to be friends. Lemme remind you: protect him at all costs and reassure him till you take your last breath or else. He’s an innocent bb and no one can change my mind. You guys study and do homework together or even hang out with Mash! He couldn’t be happier to have another friend aww~

Kaldo(manga)

Since he is a divine visionary, he’s mostly busy and couldn’t spend time with you. If you are also a divine visionary, you might see him a bit more unless you’re also busy. He could find some spare time to have tea with you if he can. It’s rare for him to accept your request to train with him though (he doesn’t want to hurt you). He would definitely give you honey or syrup for any kinds of food lol-

Domina(after the fight)

He was hesitant at first but decided to accept being your friend. You remind him of Mash thinking that he is finally being appreciated for real this time. When you help him out or give him little gifts just because you felt like it, he feels warmth and his eyes shine more than usual. He doesn’t know how to describe it but he feels happy when being friends with you.

Dating scenarios

Abel

Even though he seems to act like usual when dating but if you look close enough, he has a tiny smile and faint blush on his face. He’s more protective and will get jealous easily. Like if someone is looking at you pervertedly or with hatred, Abel will stare back at them with the deadliest glare ever. When he’s with you, he feels like he’s at home with his mother. You are precious to him so he will protect you at all costs. If you’re lucky enough, he might hold your hand in public to show everyone you’re his.

Abyss

Oh boy- he will be blushing quite a lot when he sees you. He couldn’t believe he has stolen your heart and you have stolen his. Aaaaaaa!!!! He might still feel a bit insecure but trust me- just hold his hand and give him a kiss on the cheek, he will instantly forgets about everything and focuses on you. Please give him support and affection I beg you- I feel like he would do anything just for you but sometimes you have to assure him that you can do your own thing just fine. He is definitely touch-starved bc of you and his cuddles are literal heaven omg- //////

Mash

He will definitely hug you when he feels like it. He doesn’t care if he’s chatting with his friends or you guys are alone, he will just straight up hug you to recharge lol. (Cream puffs ain’t gonna be enough when you’re his favourite cream puff- *cough*) If you need any help, he will assist you no questions asked. I think his eyes will shine a bit more than usual just being by your side. Find some time to spend with him and his dad, he will be very happy and his dad will be bawling his eyes out yet proud of Mash having a partner.

Finn

He did a double-check then realised that you are now his partner. He was internally crying happy tears, couldn’t believe you would actually accept his feelings, he was beyond cloud nine. When dating, he might feel insecure about people judging him but once you are next to him giving a little peck on his cheek, he will instantly have the brightest and most innocent smile on his face (aaaaaaa his smile would be so bright aaaaaa-) I swear- he IS and WILL BE blushing really red 24/7 no doubt.

Kaldo(manga)

My brain is running out of brain juice- I feel like when you confessed to him, he was actually surprised. The fact that you love him AND accepting his true self without any judgement, he hit the jackpot. He would be trying to find time to spend the day with you giving little pecks on the forehead. He would definitely be carrying your bags despite your protests (him being a fine gentleman ahem-) Although he’s very formal with other people but when you two are alone, he is desperate for your affection and attention. He always thinks about you when he’s on duty, he couldn’t wait to get his work done then spend the rest of the day with you //////

Domina(after the fight)

You helped him to get back on his feet with the help of Mash. He still didn’t understand why you helped him but he didn’t mind. When you confessed to him after a few months, he was flabbergasted. His face was pink, eyes widened and jaw dropped a bit. His heart beat so fast thinking if this was a dream. When you’re dating, he would be showing more emotions around you. If you look closely, his eyes are filled with adoration. Give him affection and love every day and he will be happier. Please he deserves it, he deserves to receive proper love too.

Ok- my soul has left the earth- (I added Domina bc I didn’t want him to be left out)

Hope you enjoyed!~

[grossditz]

I’ve been thinking about dilf!jiwoong breeding the sweet girl he sees visiting his cafe everyday :( and when he finds out you’re a virgin it just melts his heart, treating you like a princess during the day but at night he treats you like a fuck toy </3

take ur time luv! No rushing ❤️

OMG!!!! nonie my love this is a recipe for disaster now i have to include jiwoong oppa kink im sorry ( T_T)＼(^-^ ) ✿ im sorry for replying so late (writers block is a bitch) but i hope u enjoy!

cw 〜 dilf!jiwoong，fingering，overstimulation，collegestudent!reader，praise，degration，tiny tiny tiny impregnation

you'd think dilf!jiwoong would be the responsible one out of you two but that is far from the truth! he sees you looking all sweet, always interacting sweetly with his servers and can't resist pulling you to the side alone one day.

hes so nice to you, you think he's joking at first when he says he wants to take you out sometime. uses his ownership privileges just for you. taking you into the back room and sitting you on his desk. "can i have you for one night? i want to take you somewhere. can i?" dilf!jiwoong is more charming than college boys your age when he asks, brushing his hands against your skin. youre so innocent going, "but wouldn't that be bad? you're twice my age?" its like he brushes over everything you just said, slipping his hands behind your head and pressing his lips onto yours. hes so sultry, telling you to just give him a chance while he's pressing his body against yours. and of course you do! i mean who would pass up on a date with someone like him?

im so sick the date is so romantic and you already love him :( dilf!jiwoong tells you he loves you at the end of the date in front of your house and tells you he never wants the night to end. so you invite him in for tea and he seizes his opportunity. bending you over your kitchen counter and kissing down your neck. this has never happened to you before! this is all too new and fresh but feeling his size on your ass makes your head a lil dizzy and you wouldn't mind spreading your inexperienced legs for him!!!

dilf!jiwoong knows you're a virgin when you nearly cry just from his hands too far up your shirt, begging him to "please be gentle!" and he could never hurt a pretty girl! hes too much of a gentleman. even if you tell him a million times that it'll be okay, he'll feel so bad splitting you open on his cock before stretching you out first! but hes not thinking straight, only thinking with his dick when you're so whiny swaying your ass on him.

"are you always this easy?" jiwoong asked, swiping his thumb across the pool of arousal that soaked your skimpy panties. you tremble in his embrace, shaking your head. "oppa... please.."

he doesn't give you time to finish before hes slipping two slick coated fingers past the barrier of your folds and curling them til a whimper falls from your pretty lips. jiwoong quickly loses himself in the warmth of your walls, cock pushing against the fabric of his pants as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, imagining your tight walls swallowing him up.

"princess you're already so wet. such a good girl for oppa." he praised, forcing your chest to the coldness of the marble counters. "so good. makes oppa wanna give you a baby. you'd like that wouldn't you?" he knows you do because your tight cunt clinches around his fingers.

your head tingled as jiwoong moved his fingers to work slowly at your clit, letting your body fall limp to his mercy. "oppa m' so close.."

"i know baby," he mumbled, his thumb pressing down on your clit. you whined, lips jutted out in a pout as he teased you. "pleasepleasepleaseplease!"

the tears threatening behind your eyes made his heart swell and it pushed him to stain your brain with him only. "c'mon baby. cum for oppa."

"oppa!oppa!oppa!" you moan out loudly as you reach your climax, every muscle in your body tensing. it hits you so intensely you're pulling on his hand, trying to push away his fingers still pumping into you. when you he slows down you think its over for you, mouth wide and tiny cunt throbbing. but after only a moment he speeds up again and you feel your body twitching. your kitchen filled with your moans from the pleasure of overstimulation. you felt so exposed and vulnerable to his touch. "you can take one more for me can't you?"

honestly it would be crazy not falling in love with dilf!jiwoong after that night. everyday returning to his cafe and glancing at him from behind the counter. flipping your cute lil skirt up so he could see the color panties, feigning innocence later when he burries himself in your walls later, turning you into his personal pocket pussy. his favorite.

what can i say dilf!jiwoong loves corrupting sweet little girls!



[ithinkabouttzu]

Txt reaction to being ignored for 24 hours prank by their s/o

*requested*

Genre: Romance, fluff

Pairing: Txt! x Gn!

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, ghosting/ignoring, pouty beomgyu

Description: The txt member react to their s/o (you) to doing the “Ignoring your boyfriend for 24 hours” prank on them

Yeonjun

- “Baby talk to me”

- He gets touchy and clingy when you ignore him

- after a while, he’ll start to try ignore you too and it would be so funny bc he tries to be unbothered but he’s dying on the inside

- Will probably try to bribe you to talk to him, “if you talk to me i’ll buy you your favorite food for a month!”

- Will kiss your cheek to try and catch you off guard

- “I know you can’t ignore me for that long baby” With that devilish smile OMG

- Boy definitely makes you fold ( it’s just too hard to ignore yj 😫)

Soobin

- He gets so sad

- He immediately thinks he did something wrong, bc why else would you ignore him

- “Did I do something, y/n?”

- Tries to get you to talk to him but doesn’t want to be pushy

- “Do you want me to let you be then?”

- Tries to leave before you run and give him a big kiss, he just looks so pitiful when he’s sad though

- “ I thought you were mad me baby” And he would literally have tears in his eyes (omg he’s so precious)

Beomgyu

- Gets so pouty and whiny omg

- “Babyyyyy, talk to meee”

- Acts like a toddler having a tantrum

- Will literally annoy you to the point where you have to talk to him 😭

- But when he sees that you’re actually for real and you’re for sure ignoring him he starts to get sad

- Like he’ll just be scrolling on his phone, trying to act as if you aren’t there with the saddest look on his face

- When you tell him it was a joke he will NOT let it go and swears he’ll get you back LOL

Taehyun

- I think the prank would backfire honestly

- cause this boy is smart

- I think he would catch on to your prank and end up ignoring you too 😭

- “I know what you’re doing y/n” With a smirk on his face

- Like if you’d be ignoring him just on your phone he would text you a bunch so you could actually see what he was saying

- “y/n if you hate me stay silent” would say shit like that to try and get you to talk LMAO

- He would def get you into to talking first by saying something like, “Okay we’re breaking up if you stay silent” and you would just sit there like 🥲

Huening Kai

- he thinks it’s a little funny at first

- Because like, why are you avoiding him? 😭

- Sweet baby thinks he did something to upset you after a while omg

- I could see him like going out, and coming back with flowers to make up for doing whatever he did for you to ignore him 🥹

- It would be so hard to ignore him, like he’s just too cute to ignore plus it would feel so mean to ignore him cause he just bought you flowers like omg

- But he still tries to kiss up to you the entire time until you have no choice BUT to fold

- “See I knew you were just kidding babe, you love me too much to ignore me” In the cutest little voice 😫

Hi thank you for the request bae! I hope everyone enjoys!!! If you like it make sure to reblog or like if you want! 💖

[sunshinesteviee]

Thinking about Steve doing his daughters hair and how much fun they all have. Like I'm imagining him trying out new styles all the time and then telling his daughters how beautiful they are. <3

this made my heart so full omg i love love loved this sm i made it a lil blurb hehe; dad!steve & mom!reader, 1.1k hehe

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Steve does his girls’ hair at breakfast every morning while they’re busy eating. It’s easier when they’re occupied with something else. He places their pancakes in front of them and gets to work on their hair. Phoebe is first, requesting pigtails with bows, knowing her dad’s limitations. She’s always easy, usually has simple requests, and has gotten good at sitting still. He gets her soft curls into two pigtails and then pats her gently, telling her to go find two bows so he can put them in her hair. She jumps up quickly, running off to their bedroom in search of her bows.  

“Me next, daddy!” Nora exclaims, bouncing in her seat excitedly. She knows she’s next, she always is, but she can’t wait any longer, especially when she knows exactly what she wants. 

“You’re next, Nor,” Steve nods, rounding the table to her seat, “How do you want your hair today, honey?”

“Mmm… I want braids. Please,” she still struggles with her r’s from time to time, and it comes out as a w sound instead. 

“Braids, huh?” Steve asks, running a brush through her hair as carefully as he can, “Just one braid? Or more than one?” He’s still not great at braids, so he secretly hopes she just wants one, but he’ll try his best no matter what she requests. 

“Umm…” she pauses, taking a moment to put up a few of her fingers, “two pretty braids!”

“Two braids?” Steve asks, gently fixing her fingers, putting down the extra one she’d held up, “There, that’s two, baby. Yeah, we can do two. Think you can sit still and eat your pancakes while I do your hair?”

Nora nods confidently, tiny fingers vying for the pieces of pancake on her plate, shoving it into her mouth a bit roughly, smearing syrup across her cheek. Steve does his best not to laugh, wiping the syrup away before getting started on Nora’s hair. She sits mostly still for a few minutes, but it’s not long until she starts wiggling again. He can’t blame her; her pancakes are gone and with nothing to distract her, she finds it hard to sit still, but only one of the braids is done, “Nora, honey, I just gotta do one more. Sit still, please. I promise I’m almost done.”

Claire, the baby — who isn’t much of a baby anymore — proves to be a good distraction while Steve finishes up Nora’s hair. She’s making a mess with her food more than she’s actually eating it, and Nora giggles the entire time, making silly faces at Claire that she’s seen Steve do a hundred times. It makes Steve’s heart swell to see them interact like they do, but Phoebe and Nora have to get to school soon, so he squeezes Nora’s shoulders gently, “Your braids are done, baby. Go look at ‘em!”

She quickly scrambles off of her chair, darting to the bathroom just down the hall. Steve can hear the way she knocks a few things around to drag her stool in front of the mirror, followed by a shriek of excitement. She’s flying back into the kitchen a moment later, small arms wrapping around Steve’s legs, “I love it! Thank you, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, babe. They look so, so pretty on you. Go see if Bee needs help with her bows, yeah?”

Steve finally turns his attention to his youngest. Claire is sitting in her highchair, waiting patiently for her turn. Everything about Claire goes against what Steve had heard about the third child. She’s quiet and patient, even as a toddler. He smiles at her, ruffling the dark waves on her head, “Ready for your turn, Claire bear?”

She babbles some nonsense that Steve takes as a yes, clapping her hands together excitedly as he dips down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She doesn’t have too much hair, yet, so his choices are limited, but still he asks softly, “What do you want, bear? You’d look so pretty with a little pony, don’t ya think?”

He runs his fingers through her wispy hair, pulling a little bit of it out of her eyes and tying it back with a small elastic. He works on cleaning her up next, wiping the sticky syrup from her chubby cheeks and fingers. Unbuckling the pieces that keep her in the highchair, Steve lifts her up, perching her on his hip, “All clean! Y’ready to bring your sisters to school, huh? Should we go find ‘em?” 

But then, just before he can go off in search of them, both of them return to the kitchen, followed by you. You’re ready for work, in your nice clothes, hair and makeup done, and Steve grins at the sight of you. You’re always beautiful, of course, but it’s the first time Steve’s getting a good look at you today, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “There’s my girls! Look at all of you! You all look so pretty today. Can you at least take turns looking so gorgeous? Gonna give dad a heart attack.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but smile all the same as you approach Steve and peck his lips before plucking Claire out of his arms, “Don’t be so dramatic, Steven. You’ve managed it every other day, I’m sure you’ll make it through today.” 

Steve huffs, returning the quick kiss. His hands travel down to your small bump as soon as Claire’s out of grasp, rubbing in a small circle over your shirt, “You’re the worst offender, honey. That pregnancy glow is really kicking in.” 

“It wasn’t before?” you ask, totally teasing, though you know it’ll get a reaction out of him. 

“No, it totally was, I just meant—“ 

“Kidding, Stevie,” you giggle, pressing your fingers into Claire’s tummy to get her to laugh, too, “Nora’s braids look really nice today, babe. I’ll help them get their shoes on, you should go get ready for work, too.” 

“I will,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then Claire’s, turning to leave. 

Just as Steve makes it to the door, though, Phoebe tugs on the hem of Steve’s shirt to get his attention, “Daddy! Look at my bows!” She turns quickly to show him the bows she’d picked out for her hair. They’re not matching, but she likes them, and that’s all that matters to Steve. 

“Oh wow, honey, they’re perfect! Great choices. Daddy’s gonna get ready for work, and we’ll head to school, okay? Help your sisters get their shoes on so mommy doesn’t have to do all the work, okay?”

"Steve! I'm pregnant, not incapable of helping our girls get ready!" 

[momobani]

&TEAM when you cry while watching movies

ot9 reaction | fluff | 0.4k

a/n: i'm one of those people that gets invested in films and dramas, so here's a little something

K - isn’t sure he heard the sniffle right the first time, but definitely did the second. When he notices he gets a little concerned because it was just a movie. Teases you gently, trying to make you laugh but still wipes your tears with a light thumb and finds you adorable of course. 

Fuma - instantly heartbroken, just complete sadness in his eyes. His baby? Crying? Who hurt you? He was going to make it go away if he could. Hugs you tightly to his chest and kisses your hair, rubbing your back, trying to calm you down.

Nicholas - really surprised and can’t believe his eyes. You hadn’t really cried in front of him before so it’s a bit of a shock and he freezes for a sec before pulling you closer and giving you a hug so you can just cry on his shoulder and let it out for a bit. Gets teary eyed and wants to cry too when he feels your body shaking </3 

EJ - is super sweet about it and adapts to the situation quickly. In a split second, there are tissues, some water and a fuzzy blanket he can just wrap you up in and then hug you. Asks if there’s anything else he can do for you or if you wanna stop watching the movie and see something else. 

Yuma - would be confused at first but then he’d try to calm you down and stop crying - gets you snacks to distract you. Probably would fail and then he might start to feel like crying too but stoically try and keep it together for your sake.

Jo - panicked, there’s fear in his eyes, deer in the headlights type of panic. Doesn’t know what to do, poor thing, so he gently (awkwardly) strokes your head/hair and tries to be supportive and patient, giving you some space to process. Hugs you if you want him to but mostly lets you do your thing.     

Harua - also a little freaked out but he tries to think of a way to distract you and cheer you up; ends up doing his (questionable) cat meowing impression and you end up laughing so hard while you’re still crying, but at least it’s happy tears now so he feels like he did a good job.

Taki - might laugh a tiny bit but not in a mean way! He just finds you so cute and how invested you are in the movie. If you keep crying, he might start crying with you tbh. Definitely hugs you as an emotional support pillow and lets you pinch his cheeks to feel better <3.

Maki - would start crying with you if he wasn’t already crying tbh. He’s an emotional baby omg and the two of you just cling together crying while the movie keeps playing, hands full of tissues and even though you’re crying, it’s a very cathartic experience - definitely makes you closer and relieves stress.  

thanks for reading <3

momobani masterlist

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

Can you do headcanons for what the guys and their SO do on their birthday (like if they have the same birthday as their SO, what do they do?)

A/N: i really liked writing this actually! it was surprisingly wholesome since i was crying watching the movie while writing this. i really need more angst asks 😭

Tags: Fluff, hcs, birthday, all the boys

Warnings: it does kind of hint at sexual activity (thanks for that dal) but there’s no detail or anything like that so it should be fine!

The boys on their S/O’s birthday

Darry

Always the gentleman Dar would make sure you feel like the most important person in the world on your birthday.

Breakfast. In. Bed. Darry will make you the most extravagant breakfast with all your favourite foods and deliver it to you as soon as you wake up.

He’ll take the day off work (which is really rare for him!) just so the two of you can have fun and spend time together.

If he was planning a party he would let you know, just so you could tell him whether you wanted one or not

Ponyboy

He would be so cute omg-

He’d slip you a piece of paper during class telling you to meet him either in an empty classroom or under the bleachers at lunch that day. when you get there he will have made you a card and bought you a single cupcake. unless you go with my other hcs, in that case he would have gotten johnny to make cupcakes for you.

I don’t think that Pony would want to throw you a party. i think he would be more for hanging out in the vacant lot all night.

Ok hear me out- you two have been dating about a month and you’re just hanging out in the lot for your birthday. you two are talking and chatting when he realises he didn’t get you anything for your birthday. you try to tell him that it’s ok that you don’t need anything but he insists on giving you something so….BOOM first kiss right there!

Sodapop

Soda is just a tiny bit cruel so he’d probably pretend that he forgot your birthday as a joke.

You would go down to visit him in the DX and he’d be there like “i know i’m forgettin’ somethin’ bit i dunno what. is it Stevo’s birthday?”

He’d do this until you either got really upset or told him it was your birthday.

Once he revealed he didn’t forget he’d have a party planned for you and by god it would be a good party. He’d have your favourite foods, he would have rented out bucks and paid Tim Shepard or someone to act as a bouncer so nobody you didn’t like could get in.

This boy- he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you all night. Kissing, holding your hand, hugging you from behind, simply having his hand around your waist/shoulders? he doesn’t care as long as you’re with him.

Dally

Dally wouldn’t be one to treat you special on your birthday. he’d go on like normal. it’s just how he is 🤷‍♂️

I think he’d say something like “it’s your birthday today, ain’t it?” and when you said yeah he’d just say something like “thought so” and walk away.

If he gets you a gift? i wouldn’t bet that it was acquired legally. but he still cares. he would most likely get you a new blade or something like that.

Even though on the day he wouldn’t be very attentive that night he’d get buck to close the bar early so you two could have some alone time. I’m thinking slow dancing in the bar alone. he’s a really bad dancer but he still tries. and i mean it’s dally we’re talking about so you probably know what would happen later that night…

Two-Bit

Your birthday to Two is just the perfect time for pranks, he doesn’t really know why, it just is. he would switch your orange juice for milk that he put orange food dye into, hide random things in your room, the basic pranks yk? maybe switch the fruit in your fruit bowl for that wax fruit.

He would be planning a surprise party in the Curtis’ place for like- a month before your birthday. it would be the best party ever. he’d even watch his drinking so you could have fun without having to babysit Two.

Exact same as soda, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. though he’d probably be a little less wholesome, kinda like Dal.

He’d make some drunken toast at the party about how hot you are and how lucky he is to have you. he’s cringy like that plus he’s pissed drunk when he gives the roast so it’s not his fault

Steve

Steve doesn’t get as much appreciation as he should, he’s adorable! he wouldn’t be a gentleman like Darry but he wouldn’t be ignoring the fact it was your birthday like Dal. He would probably make some agreement that if you could win a challenge that on your birthday he couldn’t say no to you (with limits ofc. you couldn’t tell him to jump into freezing water cause you dropped a sandwich into it or you couldn’t tell him to kill someone yk? limits.) he’d probably let you win though tbh

So you’ve won this bet. now what? he’s your personal butler for the day! want coffee? ask Steve! need a hug? ask Steve! He would be at your beckon call at all times (that’s the saying right?)

He’d also plan you a party, just not a surprise party. He would have it in the lot since it has the most space so nobody will be cramped together.

Johnny

He would make you a present rather than buy one since he doesn’t have much money. i think that’s cuter and more thoughtful than anything else tbh.

He would want to hang out together all day. maybe you two would go to the drive in that night?

I don’t think parties are johnnies thing so he would plan that you and the rest of the boys have dinner in the Curtis’ and then if you wanted to go out he wouldn’t stop you.

[your-local-hoemie]

Hi! Can i request childe and zhongli (seperate) coming home to his beloved overworked and slumped over her desk?

Omg I get to write geo papi :D watch me work my brain juices for ya!

Warnings: fluffffff, a tiny bit of angst in childes if you squint again because I can’t help myself, Concerned boys, not proof-read, established relationships, gn! Reader (I know you said “her” in the request but I wanna keep it gn for everyone’s enjoyment if that’s ok aaaaaa.)

Characters: Childe, Zhongli

No I didn’t get carried away hahaha….hah

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Childe~

He doesn’t understand at first lmfao

Mans constantly working so like? Isn’t this normal??

Honestly you might be helping him stop for a bit too

Gets very concerned :(

Might think you’ve died for a split second

Once he realised you’re fine he’ll make sure you’re moved to a comfier place like the bed or couch

Try to protest. I dare you.

He’ll probably arrange for one of his subordinates to complete any work you had left just to make sure you can rest

I also dare anyone to protest against a harbinger for finishing your work :)

You had been assigned a bunch of documents from Yanfei to go over after being transferred to her for extra work experience in Liyue before officially graduating.

At first your couldn’t be more optimistic about the workload telling yourself that it’s all worth it in the long run after years of studying law!

That lasted maybe a good four days before the lack of sleep and neglect to eat and drink properly started kicking in.

Raising your head you looked up from the paperwork checking the time. 4:30am. Groaning you raked your fingers through your hair, dragging them down your face trying to keep yourself grounded.

But much to your dismay no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open and your head free of fatigue, your body decided to finally take charge and before you can even protest, your head lowered to the table as your heavy eyes finally closed and took the rest they needed.

Meanwhile your beloved boyfriend, childe. Eleventh of the fatui harbingers, had finally got home after endless hours of his own work as a “toy maker”. He never told you about his true occupation, always worried it would put you in harms way or make you scared of him.

Opening the door to your house, making his way up to your bedroom he didn’t actually expect to see you awake being so early in the morning so when he saw the bed untouched and you nowhere in sight he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a twinge of dread run down his spine.

“Babe? Where are you?”

Picking up his pace he’d hurry around the house opening each door, his bow appearing in his hand from anxiety.

Reaching the finally room of your home he swung the door open only to find you slumped over your desk surrounded by paperwork.

Almost running over to your side he dropped to his knee’s placing his hand on your back almost like you’d break under his touch he softly shook you taking comfort in feeling your soft, deep breaths under his touch.

“Hmm? Childe?”

Raising your head groggily you look at your boyfriend for a moment trying to piece together the situation while rubbing your still heavy, sleepy eyes.

“Archons Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack! Why aren’t you asleep In bed!?”

Giggling sleepily you tried your best to explain the situation all while still feeling the heavy pull of sleep in your body not noticing the soft, if not concerned smile appearing across his face.

Letting out a sigh he gathered you in his arms lifting you up with ease, he carried you to the bedroom placing you down on the bed before pulling you tightly into his arms kissing your forehead.

“No more work for you love”

You were pretty confused to later find out you somehow still managed to finish all the paperwork before passing out even though you swore there was still a pile to go through~

Zhongli~

Oh he already knew.

You thought you were slick? You fool.

From the moment he laid eyes on the workload given to you all the way to your first yawn

He knew

He’d try to make it easier on you, knowing your stubbornness

Brings you fruit and tea every so often

Don’t be surprised if you get a nice back massage too~

Once he thinks it’s gone on for far too long he will take action and there won’t be a damn thing you can do

He’s a ex god. Come on.

If he thinks you should rest then you’re gonna rest

To bed with you

Lots of cuddles and head pats! Maybe even humming if he thinks it’ll help you relax

He won’t do your work for you, he doesn’t have the heart to risk ruining your hard work but he will help you if you seem like you’re struggling!

Much to no one’s surprise, Hu Tao had ever so kindly managed to gather a ever increasing collection of complaints from the citizens of Liyue from her persistent shenanigans that you’d be hard pushed not to find at least a little disturbing, leaving you to deal with the mountain on papers to sort through.

The moment zhongli caught wind of what had been keeping you so occupied from your routine walk through the harbour he was irritated to say the least.

After having a word with Hu Tao that was borderline passive aggressive he immediately stopped by the market picking up the best fruit he could find (much to Childe’s dismay) along with your favourite snacks.

Meanwhile you had enclosed yourself in your office, pondering your life choices while using all the strength you had to stay focused.

How long has it been since you started? When was the last time you ate? Questions hardly noticeable floated around the back of your mind as you intently ignored the pangs in your stomach and the worsening migraine growing across your head.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you finish reading a particularly rude letter sent in only to turn the page over by chance just to see that the paragraphs contained on the other side.

Finally snapping under the stress you lay your head down in defeat on the desk, tears threatening to run from your eyes and soak the papers under your head as you feel your body take over and force you to close them at last.

It wasn’t too long before you woke up in a mild state of panic before noticing a plate of beautifully arranged fruit, a warm cup of tea sitting beside you and a blanket draped over your aching back.

“Ah, you have finally awoken. Forgive me dear but I couldn’t bring myself to wake you from your much needed slumber so I took the liberty to prepare you some food”

God I love writing his funky little words

“Zhongli? H-how long have you been there?? What time is it!?”

“Hush now. No need to get worked up over such trivial things, you still have plenty of time to continue your work but I must remind you that rest and recuperation is an essential part to such dealings”

With that you find him dragging a chair next to you. letting out a deep chuckle he turned you towards him gentle pushing your head down to his lap as his fingers stroked through strands of hair. (If you’re bald then just ignore this part💀)

“Rest for now my dear, I shall assist you in this mess when you have recovered”

Not daring to protest against his authoritative tone, you close your eyes feeling your body melt at his touch.

Maybe a little rest wouldn’t hurt after all~

Bruh writing in zhongli’s fancy words is so fun I feel so sophisticated *sticks pinkie out and sips tea*

[lynnlovesthestars]

Your masterlist says your requests are open so if you’re cool with it could I request a Karlach x reader where Karlach discovers the reader is ticklish and they’re embarrassed about it because they secretly like it?

omg hiii, OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO!

~♡~

Edit: damn I'm an idiot, right after i posted it i realized my brain played a trick on me and convinced me that the prompt was slightly different Tomorrow I'll try and write it again so I'll fill the request properly, sorry bit it's 3:00 am lol! For now I'll still drop the one i wrote..

Pairing: Karlach x reader.

Genre: fluff.

Warnings: just a little of insecurities

Synopsys: that laugh you hate.

AN: Post act 3, i didn't like the painful ending so i decided this is how i'll headcannon it

You swore this was heaven: laying next to Karlach as the linen sheet wrapped loosely around your bodies while you spent your time getting lost in each other.

At the end of your adventure together, you all deserved a break, and winter approaching Baldur's Gate was perfect for it.

You and Karlach had spent the first few days free from the illithid to find a tiny place to share, just the two of you as you figured out what to do.

Being the hero of Baldur's Gate had its benefits, and a spectacular discount for a house was one of them.

It was nice staying in the outer city, not too far from where Jaheira lived, so you could keep up with the antics of the harpers.

It was early, too early to get out and to start helping with the reconstruction of the city, so you did sleep in.

That's how you ended up there, Karlach hovering over you, and raking her nails along your skin.

She had been so touch starved that she'd spend days just feeling you close to her.

One morning she spent her whole time pressing sweet kisses all over your face, and caressing your cheeks, just for the sake of feeling you.

The way she giggled every time she'd realize she was truly able to feel you, was able to thaw even the coldest heart, you couldn't help but blush at it.

Her voice in the morning was unexpectedly sweet, low, just a mutter under the sheets as she held you close.

When Karlach's fingers reached your hips, and her nails started drawing incomprehensible patterns, you could feel your breath itch in your throat. Your body shivering wildly even at the smallest movement. A choked laugh escaped your lips as she looked at you surprised, yet not stopping.

"P-please stop" You tried to stop the laughter, concentrate on making your angrier face but to no avail.

"Oh what is it?" She taunted you playfully, her eyes wide and twinkling.

"Mh, is my princess ticklish?" She lowered just enough to peck at your lips without leaving your skin alone.

You wriggled under her touch, trying to escape as your expression would switch quickly between trying to be serious begging her to stop, and your uncontrollable laughter.

Don't laugh, Tav. Don't laugh. You repeat yourself trying to not embarrass yourself.

You could feel your stomach starting to hurt as the fit of laughter was almost impossible to stop, then Karlach suddenly stopped.

Her eyes softened as you laid under her, she barely held you as you regained your breath and turned your head away. From one part you wanted to be mad at her for not stopping, you HATED being tickled, from the other you shied away from the burning gaze.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was about to rip you apart.

Instead he eyes burned with something deeper, an affection so deep, that neither of you ever experienced before.

You both wanted to say something, but it was like the words stopped in your throats. What was lingering on your lips, those words you always feared to say, quickly became a scoff as you wanted to stir the conversation away from something you were not entirely ready for.

You kept your head away from Karlach's your arms quickly met on your chest, tightly folded.

You could feel her flopping on your side on the bed, poking your cheek just enough so you'd turn to stare at her.

She was about to ask you what was going on, if she hurt you, but you'd rather talk about the tickling problem than your feelings.

"I hate being tickled." Your brows furrowed, your face a weird mix between annoyance and the laugh that was yet to die completely. Karlach's face shifted at the speed of light. The worried look she had a moment before, made room for a bright smile.

"O c'mon, it's not that bad" She nudged lovingly, wondering whether she wanted to open her arms to you, or snuggle closer and rest her head on the nook of your shoulder.

"Mh, yes it is" You mumbled as you looked at the ceiling, it's true that you hated being tickled, but how could you be mad at such a dashing smile? You thought as you stared at the way the wood planks would be lined.

"And why would that be?" she asked, getting closer and closer by the second, until she was about to lay on you.

You wondered for a moment whether it was a good idea telling her, or if it would have made the thing just more embarrassing for you. You already wanted to hide under a rock, the idea that she heard your uncontrolled laugh, the one where you'd always end up snorting, made it even worse. Maybe taking the spot of a genie in a lamp was not so bad after all. You hated that laugh so much you could feel your stomach fighting already.

"..it's embarrassing" You admitted, your voice barely audible.

"Oh, no. I don't want to hear this excuse" Karlach sat up, shaking her head vigorously.

"It's not an excuse" You kept your arms crossed, but finally turned her way, your expression unreadable for a moment.

"Sure" She rolled her eyes. "And what is embarrassing about it?" She raised an eyebrow as she eyed you from top to bottom, or the closest thing the blankets allowed.

"The snorting" That's it, you wanted so badly to be a spellcaster, just enough so you could disappear and run away, and yet your bloodline was everything but magic inclined.

"Oh shush. Your laugh is adorable" She poked your cheek, as she already was sneaking next to you again.

An mhfp was the only sound you made as you wanted to say you didn't agree, but you already knew how it would go.

She didn't accept the idea that you didn't love something about you, and she would always do her best to prove you wrong. So for that time you skipped telling her, though it didn't matter. It was like she read your thoughts all the time, you could have sworn no one knew you like she did.

"That's it, I'm proving you are wrong" She jumped up again straddling your hips as her hands were already itching to tickle you, even saying it just as you thought she would,.

"Oh no you are not going to dare" You shook your head, trying hard to wiggle away again, failing miserably, again.

"Ah ah, you are not going anywhere" One of her hands reached for your fingers, interlacing it with hers before pulling it up just enough she'd be able to kiss your palm. And the back. And your knuckles. Just enough so you could lower your guard before letting it go and sticking again with her tickling.

This time she didn't give you time to fight the laughter, she giggled as you squealed under her touch.

Her smile was bright, like the light of Lathander. It was something that no matter how upset, sad or desperate you could be, it was always able to stir something in you, deep in your stomach, something that you couldn’t resist.

It was that smile that always coaxed you to do the dumbest things, to sleep in, to fight until the blood of your enemies covered your armors, to try and love yourself.

Cause no matter how much you'd hate you, Karlach was always there to guide you the right way. Showing you how pretty, how kind, and how cutely you laughed, always making sure that the bubbling feeling in your stomach would not die down.

Little did you know what the name of that feeling is.

[hutaoscoffinn]

You said Rika gets flustered sometimes omg..😳 do you have any headcanons on what she gets flustered by in a relationship? Or even BEFORE a relationship when she’s just crushing hard? How could you get revenge on her for making YOU a flustered mess 🤔

Boy oh boy DO I. I have a lot of headcanons for good ol’ Rika so I am more than happy to feed you guys the content you deserve. HERE WE GO ON THE FLUSTERED RIKA TRAIN WOOP WOOP

Warnings: fluffy fluffy fluffiest of fluff, flustered Rika, Rika being a simp because I mean its Rika she lives to simp, trying to fluster Rika, maybe it backfires maybe it doesnt ehe, suggestive as FUCK, NSFW under the cut

Character: Rika of the Elite 4

Requests: OPEN

SFW

Oh so we are trying to fluster Rika now? Okay bet

Rika is incredibly difficult to fluster

She can read you like a goddamn open book so she can tell exactly when you’re starting your shenanigans

But there are a few tried and true ways to make Rika the one who is red faced in the end

One of these ways is to wear her clothes

As much as she absolutely loves loves loves to see you wearing her clothing, especially her shirts

She cannot handle it

You look too cute!!

You first discovered this when you were cold one day and ended up pulling on one of Rika’s shirts for warmth and because it smells like her

As soon as Rika laid eyes on you, she went beet red, eyes wide as she looks at you

If she’s holding something, she dropped it

“O-Oh… you’re wearing my shirt?”

“Yeah, I got cold. I can take it off if you want.”

“No no no keep it… you look… cute”

Yeah she’s a goddamn simp but hey shes YOUR goddamn simp

Bonus points to a flustered Rika if her clothes are baggy on you and hang off your figure

You look so cute all cuddled up in her clothes and you look tiny in them no matter what size you are

Safe to say she’s now only buying clothes that make you look tiny and adorable whenever you steal them from her, she loves it so much

Another way to fluster Rika is to give her random kisses!

Rika is usually the one to initiate kisses between you both, pulling you in for a sweet kiss before leaving for work, when she gets home, when you or her are cooking, whenever she needs a little kiss from you, ect

So when you’re the one to sneak up and steal a kiss from her?

She malfunctions

Rika.exe has stopped working, please give another kiss to restart her system

Whenever you manage to sneak up on her and give her a kiss, she freezes whatever she is doing

Her face will slowly start to flush and gets pinker and pinker every second

Doesn’t matter where you kisses her, her cheek, her neck, her lips, her forehead, anywhere

She will freeze if she wasn’t expecting it

You’ll have to administer a second dose of your love for poor Rika to regain her consciousness again~

Another big way to fluster Rika is back hugs!

Like with kisses, Rika tends to be the one to hug YOU from behind no matter what you’re doing

Be extra careful when changing, this is when Rika is most likely to go in for a back hug ehe

So like with kisses, if you manage to sneak up on Rika and hug her from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist and snuggling up against her back

She will freeze, heat climbing up her neck and if you peek up at her ears the tips will be a pretty red

NSFW

Like most aspects of your relationship Rika tends to be the dominant one which transitions seamlessly into the bedroom

And while you may not get one over on her and be able to dom her

She’s shockingly strong and is extremely controlling in bed in the hottest of ways

You can still fluster her quite well, at least until she starts to get used to it

Rika is quite obviously a masc, so try calling her “Sir” in bed and see what happens

The first time you did she stopped what she was doing, her eyes immediately darting to yours and her ears turning a pretty pink

“…what did you just call me…?”

“I said please, sir”

“…fuck you’re too sexy baby.”

Safe to say, despite how she identifies, Rika has a kink for being called some more masculine terms in bed and sir is one of her favorites

Now if you really wanna play around with this little kink of hers, call her sir around the house

God forbid you call her that in public

As soon as the word leaves you lips Rika is looking at you with a heated stare but you can’t miss the way the heat crawls up her neck and onto her cheeks every passing second

After doing that, Rika will be quite sensitive to any of your other shenanigans

But don’t worry, she will punish you for it later~

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[alltoowelltom]

Omg we need tom fucking reader in that costume

ask and you shall receive, anon

a/n: this is my first time publishing a smut piece skfhskdjskj i hope it’s not shit!

part 1 - you can read this as a stand-alone but part 1 gives context

warnings: smut! (18+!!) oral sex, unprotected sex (tom and y/n being reckless, wrap it before you tap it guys)

Tom’s grip on your waist only tightened as you made your way up the staircase and down the hallway, avoiding stray partygoers and family members as you passed them. He pushed open the door to his childhood bedroom, backing you into the room until your knees hit the end of the bed. He giggled softy as you yelped, gently guiding you to lay down. He followed suit, crawling up between your legs once he had closed the door. His hands roamed your body, taking in the full costume before bending down to meet your lips. You moaned slightly into the kiss, raking your fingers through his curls. He hummed in appreciation as you scratched at his scalp, moving down your body to press tiny kisses to your skin. He began at your ankles, unzipping each boot and lightly kissing the newly exposed skin. His butterfly kisses trailed up your legs until he reached the top of your thighs, his fingers skimming the short hem of your dress. 

“‘ve just got to have you, love.” he whispered, face moving closer to your heat as he held your legs from closing. 

“You can have me. You can have all of me,” you whisper, giggling at the way his pink cheeks still flushed after the two years of dating. 

Tom began to push the hem of your dress up, only halting in his tracks to ask a question. 

“Are you sure you want this, my love? I know I sort of pushed you, but we don’t have to do anything if you don’t wa-”

You caressed his cheek, cutting him off. 

“I want this, Tom. I want you,”

That was all the confirmation he needed before pushing your dress up, lifting your hips briefly to allow it to pool at your hips. He brought his face down, slightly crooked nose brushing against your clothed heat teasingly. You gasped at the contact, bucking your hips upwards to try and find more friction. Tom glanced up at you, smiling as he pulled your panties down your legs painfully slowly. He pushed his hands under your thighs, warm hands coming to rest on your outer thighs to keep you from clamping around his head. He began to pepper open mouthed kisses on your thighs and hip bones before pressing one gentle kiss to your clit. You whined, wordlessly begging for more. Tom was more than happy to oblige, lightly sucking on your throbbing clit. 

“Tommy,” you moaned, hand coming down to nestle in his curls once again. 

“Does my pretty angel feel good?” he says lowly, slipping the tip of his index finger between your folds. 

“Yes!” you moan, trying to push yourself further down the bed, onto his finger.

He chuckles against your clit, pushing his finger in further as he continues to alternate between suckling on your clit and swiping his tongue against it. 

Tom knows you better than anyone, knows your body almost better than his own so when your toes begin to curl and your thighs begin to tense where they rest over his shoulders, he knows you’re close. He pulls his face away from you with a wet pop and slides his finger out of you, bringing it to his swollen mouth to suck your juices off teasingly. 

“Does my angel need to be fucked?” he asks sweetly, one hand still gripping your thigh firmly. 

All you can do is nod enthusiastically, enjoying the way Tom giggles as he sits himself up on his knees and wriggles out of his pants. You don’t miss the wet patch on his boxers where his pre-cum soaked through while he was pleasuring you. Hooking your legs over his shoulders, he pumps himself twice before lining himself up with your folds. Slick with pre-cum, he slaps his length on your clit a few times, grinning when he feels you shiver with pleasure. 

“Tom, please,” you moan, reaching out for him. 

“Breathe, love,” he reminds you and you breathe out slowly, feeling pleasure overtake the sharp sting. 

He grabs hold of your hand with his free one, his left thumb rubbing small circles on your hand soothingly. It’s the little things with Tom, the small gestures of love he always shows during intimate moments that makes every experience so special with him. Holding you tight, he pushes his tip inside of you, whining at how tight you are. You draw in a sharp breath as he bottoms out, his balls resting snugly against you. 

“Always so fuckin’ warm for me,” he grunts, waiting for you to adjust to his size. 

“You can move, Tommy,” you confirm and he nods, pulling himself almost all the way out before sinking all the way back in. You both moan, basking in the feeling. He begins to thrust at a regular pace, his cock deep inside you. 

“You look so good in that costume, baby,” he whines between thrusts. “So sexy-” 

A particularly deep thrust cuts him off, moaning as you clench around him. 

“Faster, please,” you moan. “Fuck me faster.”

Tom pauses, lifting your legs off of his shoulders, allowing him to rest his arms on either side of your head as he lays down. His entire weight rests on top of you as his bent legs rest on either side of your hips, knees pressing into the mattress to hold himself there, but you don’t mind at all. You bring your legs up to cross your ankles behind his back, anchoring him to you while your arms wrap around his shoulders. 

He begins to thrust into you at a much faster pace, his cock hitting an even deeper spot at this angle. You both moan as the sound of skin against skin fills the room, his balls hitting you roughly. Tom dips his head down to rest in the nape of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent. 

“Ohh- right there Tommy!” you moan. 

He grunts in response, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pounds into you. 

“I- I’m not gonna last…not gonna last much longer,” he admits shakily, lifting his head to press a hurried kiss to your lips. 

“Me neither,” you answer, nails scratching down the skin of his back. 

He feels your stomach tense, knows you’re so close to unraveling completely so he picks up the pace even more, legs shaking as he thrusts. 

“Right there- right there Tommy! Don’t stop!” you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh my God-” 

The sound and sight of you moaning, a complete writhing mess coming undone underneath him is what pushes Tom over the edge. He cries out, brows knitting together and mouth falling open as his cock twitches, body shaking as he spills, his warmth shooting into your sensitive cunt. 

He collapses into your neck again, body going limp as he rests against you, both panting as you try to catch your breath and wait for the world to stop spinning. He hums gently into your shoulder as you rub a hand up and down his back and press tiny kisses to the side of his cheek you can reach from here, soothing him as he calms down. 

After a minute he sits up, slowly pulling himself out, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as you whine at the loss of him. 

“You okay, my love?” he asks looking into your eyes with concern, always the king of gentle aftercare. 

“I’ll be right back,” he whispers, pulling on a pair of pants to slip out of the room. He returns a minute later, good as his word with a damp towel. He’s already cleaned himself up and tucked himself neatly into his pants, so he’s free to kneel on the bed, pressing gentle kisses into your skin as he wipes you clean, still grinning at the sight of his cum dribbling out of you and your pussy clenching around thin air. Tom helps you sit up, pulling your dress back down and you both instinctively reach out to smooth the other person’s hair back down as much as you can. 

“More than okay,” you giggle. “You?”

He nods shyly, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“You’ve gotta go to the bathroom quickly, and then I guess we should probably get back to the party,” he sighs, pulling you to your feet. 

You nod, opening the bedroom door and stepping into the hallway. 

“I hope we didn’t miss the food…”

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tysm for reading! i always appreciate feedback, reblogs and comments <3

[gimmeurtmi]

As a fellow 2minner, what are you fave moments from these two chaotic, beautiful humans? Please and thank u 🧎🏻‍♀️

omg where do i even get started.

the whole opening of skz family. the way seung is holding min’s knee while they’re talking. the way min goes to grab him after she slaps him. the giggling.

every time min leans his head on seung during kiss the radio

the iconic silent cry serenade and the way min’s brain visibly broke because of his puppy’s voice

when seung did a windmill during weekly idol and fell on his face. min was obviously down during that time and seung did the full himbo move of acting stupid to make his crush laugh. and it fucking worked too 😭

the origin story, before dog and cat era, when min was making him a packed meal to say thank you and he opened his arms so big to give him a hug :(

that interview where min said he’d pick seung to be stuck on an island with and seung said he wants minhos face

2kids room.

in the country side episode of skzcode when seung goes up to min and asks him in tiny if he can use gloves to pick lettuce

in idol theatre when min got super embarrassed after the hippo dance thing and seung said he drives him crazy and min just turned to him and said “that’s what love is”

in the skzcode of them making food. min stealing the apron but also seung trying to murder leebit.

the iconic(!!) live in the blue room where min tells him to say i love you to him and he won’t so he goes “you can do it” with the cutest voice and smile and seung still doesn’t do it so min deadpans at him and goes “i love you. was that hard?” but seung still isn’t saying it. this is also one of my fav minho moments in general because he looks so much like a bunny in this live and it makes me ache.

in kingdom when they made rings

in jeju when they went shopping. so domestic :(

seung praising his falsetto after he sang the city

in the first skz family when he pulls her away from jisung and then holds the two hearts up to his eyes. same seung. same.

that moment in one of the anniversary lives (i can’t remember which one but it’s the one with staaa) and they’re across the table from each other and seung like winks at minho. and minho’s first reaction is to giggle like a school girl and then he remembers himself and yells at seungmin. them in a nutshell.

the absolute violence in that game master finding skz episode. they were ready to kill each other. they had no limits. it was hot.

every single ending of the view. every single one.

there’s one moment from the bts of the pictures for noeasy where min holds him so softly :( it’s so so so so so cute!!!!!

them getting each other’s pcs/posters during the maxident unboxings and yelling at them

i could keep going tbh there’s so many. when i can’t fall asleep i watch 2min compilation videos. i bet you’re sorry you asked this lmaooo

[azurelyy]

YOU ONLY HAVE 100?! You need 1000! Please please please Fluff 4 for Itachi!!

1000?! I don't know about that lol, but thank you for saying so anyway! You're very sweet. OMG and literally this prompt is SO PERFECT for Itachi. I was swooning while writing this, not gonna lie. Also, Pride and Prejudice (2005 VERSION. NO OTHERS WILL BE MENTIONED ON THIS BLOG) is lit one of my favorite movies of all time - so thank you for spreading the fluff.

☁️ Prompt: "You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love... I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

Words: 1.9k (under 2k... I did it!)

Warnings: Absolutely none. This is the fluffiest fluff I have ever fluffed.

The paddles of the boat were heavy in his hands as Itachi rowed out towards the middle of the lake; his palms clammy as he focused on the small weight of the tiny, velvet box in his jacket pocket. He may as well have been carrying an anvil with how weighed down he felt.

You weren’t outwardly doing anything he could see except standing there, beaming with excitement, holding the universe in the palm of your hand. Your bright eyes watched Itachi, not doing anything for his nerves. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and averted his eyes back to the water for fear of giving himself away. He had planned this - had replayed everything that could go wrong in his head more times than he cared to admit, and had accounted for everything - yet he still had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach like his very soul was being sucked into a vortex. What if you didn’t want this - want him, forever? - or what if you had expected something… different?

The sky was a beautiful gradient of navy, blush, and faded yellow as the last sunshine fell with dazzling affection upon your glowing face. Itachi stopped the little row boat right in the middle of the lake and watched shadowy figures off in the distance all take their places amongst the calm waters, enjoying the cool breeze on the hot skin of his face. He cleared his throat and shifted away, trying to hide the blush that he was certain adorned his face. If there was one telltale sign of what he had planned, it would be you noticing that his body was sabotaging him. Everything else, he’d accounted for. You had no idea this was coming.

He heard the water rustling and looked over at you circling your index finger around in the lake, languidly creating a small whirlpool. He could smell your floral perfume, like a lovely tulip festival in the peak of spring, and he scooted forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and placing his chin on his fists. He tilted his head to the side as you glanced over and gave him your signature blinding smile, savoring the way his heart started thumping against his ribcage like a bunny ready to sprint. 

You gripped onto your silver sun necklace that Itachi gave you for your first anniversary and pulled your finger from the water, humming as you crawled to be closer to him. You rested your head in his lap and sighed with contentment, reaching forward to caress his chin. Your hands were cold like steel, but Itachi didn’t mind; it was a nice contrast to his burning skin.

“Tachi,” you whispered, adjusting to sit up on your knees and put your face inches from his, “You’re burning up! Are you okay?”

He swallowed a ball of delight and anxiety as he shook his head, feeling his dark hairs tickling his forehead as they fell gently from his slick ponytail. Were you aware of the power you held over him; of the way your voice could compel him forward or the way the curve of your lips was like a beautiful bow, striking him down with each shot of your arched arrows when you kissed him? He almost snapped right there. “I’m fine, my dear.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, rubbing your thumb along his cheek. “Because we can leave-”

“No!” Itachi's lips curved into a crooked smile as he grabbed onto your hand and brought it down to his lap, trying his best to not sound flustered. “I feel fine. I promise.”

Knowing Itachi never broke his promises, you smiled, satisfied. He blew out the breath he had been holding as you dragged him down to sit on the bottom of the boat with you. You traced the outline of his crescent moon necklace and whispered, “Good.” 

He poked your forehead with his two fingers and kissed your temple, gently as always. He’d had you for three winters now, but he wanted them all - he wasn’t going to risk ever harming you, fearful of his own power - so he kissed you with the tender touch of silk. He pulled back and was greeted by your flushed cheeks, which he also kissed, and then wrapped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you closer to him as he watched the shadowed mountains off in the distance. The lights would go up any second now.

Itachi realized how cold everything around him seemed - even your body pressed to his felt frigid - as he swiftly patted the box in his pocket, knowing it was still in there but needing to satiate the urge of touching it once again. He felt bad when he realized you had been talking to him, but his heartbeat was pounding so loudly in his ears that he hadn’t even noticed. He always considered himself a good listener, so when he could only give you an “I see” as a response, he promised he would make it up to you later when your shoulders slumped and you rolled out of his embrace to lean against the edge of the small boat.

Itachi followed your lead, swirling his finger in the water with you, when he saw the warm glow from the first lantern in the reflection of the lake. He watched your face light up as you stood abruptly, nearly toppling over from glee, and Itachi gripped onto your calf to steady you.

“Look! Here they come, Tachi!” Your voice was brimming with effervescent excitement and you pointed at the sky as hundreds of lanterns started their slow ascent, enveloping over the stars themselves. Their firelight glow reflected in your pupils, brightening eyes that Itachi considered to be the Sirius A of the galaxy and he felt that familiar warmth bubble deep within his stomach as he sat on the bench and grabbed hold of two unlit lanterns with shaky hands.

Itachi always had trouble expressing his emotions. Always a quiet man, never one to want to disrupt the peace, he loved you in silence. He quietly wrote it in waves; in skies; in his heart. You were the sole thing he would allow to permanently indent onto his soul as he carved his love for you with a flamed sword. It was a hushed love - he knew that - but now he needed you to know; to be cognizant of just how deeply he cared for you.

 I love you, he wanted to shout. I love you. I love you. I love you. He wanted to scream it with ferocity, loud enough for all the Gods whom man had ever invented to hear, even high in their majestic towers. He wanted you to hear his voice in your head like an airplane, zooming through the sky; to tell you that you are the clouds and he wanted his voice to boom around you like a thunderstorm. He loved you, so much it made his throat raw just from shouting three tiny words in his mind like they were the only words he’d ever need again.

Breathe, Uchiha, he thought. The worst thing she could say is… no. He realized the worst thing you could say was also the singular word that would cause his world to come crumbling down from around him and he considered, briefly, if he was ready for that. When you looked back at him; lanterns twinkling still in your eyes, your hair slightly messy from the way your hands tugged at it with glee, your sun necklace off kilter from your earlier fumbling, Itachi’s fear was completely vanquished. 

You scooted onto the bench across from him and took the other lantern, fluttering your eyelashes at him like they were small butterflies. He counted you both down from three and you released the lanterns, watching them light up as they joined the others and they floated towards their unknown home in the sky. Itachi remembered that he was supposed to make a wish, and realized the only thing he wanted right now was for you to say yes. He grabbed hold of your hand and caressed his thumb over your knuckles, slowly breathing in through his nose, before he gained the courage to face you.

Burning, deep and deadly, was all he could feel as he looked into your eyes. He wanted you to keep doing it - you were the only person on this planet who could make the blue fire in the hearth of his heart turn red, and he would endure the pain if it meant he could keep you in his life.

Your hand trembled in his and he gave you a gentle squeeze, smiling to himself lightly. He was the one who should be nervous right now. “My dear, I-” Itachi froze as he saw your pupils dilate, nearly engulfing your eyes in pure darkness. Your lip quivered and his heart skipped a beat. He needed to talk, and fast, or he’d break. 

He reached into his pocket and gripped onto the tiny box like a life raft. “Being with you has taught me to hope, in a way I never allowed myself before.” His fingers twitched around the soft fabric and he gripped to it tightly, knowing the only other option was your hand, which he refused to cling to so desperately for fear of causing you pain. 

His dark eyes looked at yours, flickering with the warm hue of the brilliant lanterns, and it was as though the entire universe opened up to you - his eyes were the doors. He spoke, softly, “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love…” He stuttered as he pulled the black velvet box from his jacket. “I love… I love you.” His words fluttered, delicately slicing you in two as he opened the box to a gorgeous ruby ring. You gasped and glanced back to his eyes as he whispered, “I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

Comforting silence filled the boat as you stared at him in complete bewilderment. Itachi hummed and gripped onto the ring with trembling fingers, watching your every movement as he waited, always so patiently. He saw your eyes grow glassy as you nodded at him, a quick and small movement, as his heart grew wings and he pushed the ring onto your finger, enjoying the way the crimson looked against your lovely skin. 

He kneeled in front of you and rubbed his thumbs under your eyes, catching the stray tears that fell as your forehead rested on his. The frays of his stitched heart were knit back together as your tiny hands gripped onto his shirt and you gently traced the buttons; your noses brushed against each other. Itachi felt every inch of his body spark brightly as he moved forward and pressed his mouth to yours. 

Your lips were gentle and warm, welcoming him openly and without judgment. He moved his hands down from your face to intertwine his fingers with yours, feeling the cold sterling silver of your ring cut through the heat of his hands, and he smiled into the kiss. Even the radiance of the sun was nothing compared to you.

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