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bellaveux · 11 months

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i adored the soft college au wanda she’s so cute :(( may i request smth along the lines of r and wanda not going public yet because r is nervous but there’s still nat trying to pursue her and wanda gets jelly and clingy ? fluff or hurt/comfort pls ty <3

ALL I NEED TO HEAR | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: when fellow classmate, natasha romanoff, has her eyes set on you, wanda struggles to hide her jealousy.

content warnings: hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, college au!, jealous!wanda, soft!wanda, minor natasha romanoff x reader, jealousy, insecurity, kissing

word count: 5.5k

note: do not ask me why this took me a whole month to write!! i’m so so sorry for the long wait but here it is finally! i hope u like it :> (i meant to do fluff along with hurt/comfort but as i was writing it turned more angsty *thumbs up*)

In the bustling college lecture hall, amidst the hum of anticipation and the eager shuffle of notebooks, Wanda couldn't help but steal glances in your direction. Her heart swelled with a tender longing, a yearning she struggled to suppress as she looked at you as you were intently listening to the professor. Each stolen gaze only deepened her appreciation for your beauty, igniting an unspoken fascination that seemed to vibrate through her very core. Every fine detail, from your sculpted cheekbones to the way your lips formed a gentle smile, held an intoxicating allure that effortlessly captivated Wanda's senses. It was a magnetic force, an enchantment that dared Wanda to surrender to her desires. As rays of golden sunlight danced through the tall, arched windows, they gently caressed your countenance, illuminating your flawless features with an otherworldly glow. Wanda, with her heart in awe, marveled at the graceful curve of your delicate jawline, the gentle curve of your supple lips, and the sparkle in your eyes as you keep your attention towards the professor in the front of the room.

Yet, in the face of this consuming temptation, Wanda exercised incredible self-control. She wanted to touch you. To feel you. To kiss you. To show everyone that you were hers, just as she was yours. She fought the urges that surged within her, understanding the sanctity of personal space and the importance of boundaries, being mindful of your decision to keep everything subtle and on the down low. Her hands, adorned with delicate silver rings, just itched to trace the contours of your visage, to feel the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips.

But Wanda wasn’t the only one who seemed to admire you. No, there was someone else—someone sitting far, multiple seats down the lecture hall, eyes trained on you for much longer than Wanda liked. A hint of uneasiness coursed through her veins. Her captivating gaze was momentarily drawn to a woman named Natasha, who sat in a distant corner of the curved row of the lecture hall, far from your shared space. Natasha, an enigmatic figure with an aura of magnetism, possessed an allure that stirred Wanda's heart, igniting an unwelcome sense of jealousy. Though she knew your loyalty was steadfast, the persistent glances exchanged between Natasha and her beloved fueled a flicker of insecurity within Wanda's soul.

“She’s staring at you,” Wanda whispers quietly, the tips of her fingers softly fiddling with your free hand under the long table.

You shake your head slightly, all too familiar with Wanda’s regular signs of jealousy. You pull your hand away to write on the blank sticky note sticking onto your of her notebook saying: ‘ignore her.’ Wanda sighs in return and rolls her eyes at the piece of paper. After a beat, she huffs and leans back into her seat, beginning to nibble lightly on her bottom lip as her patience wore thin.

“Kind of hard not to,” she replied, tone laced with bitterness.

Wanda subtly places a hand on your thigh, close to your knee, underneath the table, wanting to touch in some way—almost as if she was reminding herself that you were hers, and if Natasha could see, that would be even better.

The pout that shows up on her face doesn’t go unnoticed as you move her hand away from you with a shy smile, “Wanda, they’ll see.”

“Sorry,” she sighed again, putting her head down against her arm on the desk as she glanced over at the other redhead who did nothing but keep her eyes on you. “It’s just annoying to me… that she’s staring.”

You chose to tune out Wanda’s jealous complaints, paying attention to the professor at the front of the room. As the professor's words flowed through the lecture hall like a gentle breeze, your unwavering focus became a testament to your dedication. Your nimble fingers gracefully danced across the pages of your notebook, capturing the essence of each scholarly utterance in a tapestry of meticulous notes. Meanwhile, Wanda, sitting still right next to you with an otherworldly charm, exhibited her annoyance by tapping her pen against the wooden surface of the desk.

Wanda seemed to get distracted once again, something she couldn’t quite control all by herself, so you decided to let her sneak soft touches of her hand on your thigh, tender and elusive, spoke a language only you could decipher—a language of intimacy and shared understanding. Her fingertips, grazed the softness of your thighs, traveling up towards the hem of your skirt—the one you decided to wear was especially pretty on you that not touching you became an impossible task. It almost didn’t feel fair, for her to hide the fact that this pretty woman, you, were not hers. She’d shout it to the world when she could, when you’d let her, whenever you were ready to.

After a while, the final bell resounds throughout the room, marking the end of another day of intellectual exploration, your delicate features transform with an unmistakable sense of serenity. The waning rays of sunlight, filtering through the slats of the partially drawn blinds, dance upon the mahogany desk, illuminating the array of meticulously arranged notebooks and pens that have been your steadfast companions throughout your entire academic voyage. With deliberate grace, Wanda watched as you reach out, your nimble fingers gathering your supplies and shoving them into your bag.

You were so pretty in everything you did that Wanda would never tire herself as she watched you. She was glad to call you hers, even though the people around her didn’t know it yet. To everyone else, the two of you were best friends, glued to each other, roommates sharing the same apartment, but nothing more. And Wanda continued to wait for the day when you would be ready to show everyone.

As Wanda sat still and poised in her chair while students squeezed themselves out of the door to head to their next classes, her eyes caught a flicker of unease. With an air of intrigue and curiosity, her gaze fixated on the elegant figure that graced the space, coming closer and closer to where the two of you were sitting. As Natasha began a deliberate stride, weaving through the sea of desks and students, Wanda's eyes narrowed—a kaleidoscope of emotions swirled within her, a potent concoction of jealousy, apprehension, and a burning desire to unravel Natasha's intentions. What does she want now? A tremor of uncertainty danced upon Wanda's delicate features.

“Hey, (y/n), you look beautiful today… like always,” she smiled that charming smile of hers, an action that would usually have others swooning for her. “Just wanted to check in. We still on for later?”

You ignored the compliment, one of many, and took a quick glance at Natasha, offering her a tiny, friendly smile as you packed your things, “Uh, yeah, 4:30, right?”

“Yeah, at the library,” she nodded before looking past you for a brief moment to smirk at the other redhead who had been eyeing her since class started. “Wanda.”

“Natasha,” your girlfriend greeted bitterly.

After a beat, Natasha cleared her throat and put her eyes on you once more, “Alright, well, I’ll see you, hon.”

Wanda glared at her as she walked away, biting the inside of her cheek as annoyance fueled in her chest. It was in those ephemeral moments that a tempest brews and Wanda finds herself grappling with the tumultuous waves of jealousy. Like a veil, thin and delicate, but bearing an invisible weight, her discontent unfolds, entwining her thoughts with insecurities.

Natasha and her had never really been close—not when they both fancied the same girl. It was always a fight for your attention, and now, a fight to keep the third party away from you.

“I don’t know if I feel good about you going later,” Wanda mutters so quietly under her breath, you almost didn’t catch it.

You give her a soft look, hoping to reassure her somewhat with a light smile, “It won’t be long, Wanda. And I won’t be the only one there, remember?”

“I know. That’s not what I’m worried about. I just…” Wanda paused and looked into your eyes for a moment, practically using all of her strength to keep herself from leaning into your touch. “Just text me later. I’ll pick you up.”

Wanda watches you nod, bringing your hand up to give your shoulder a gentle and reassuring squeeze. You want so badly to kiss her, to remind her how much you love her, if only you weren’t too scared to show everyone your relationship with her.

As the time reached about almost forty minutes past four, you found yourself enveloped in a quiet study session, diligently engaged with a select group of classmates, immersed in a collective pursuit of finishing this class project. The light of the setting sun delicately filtered through the grand windows, casting a warm glow upon the diligent scholars. Textbooks, notebooks, and scattered papers adorned the table, bearing witness to their ardent quest for knowledge. As the ethereal scent of books permeated the air, your focus was unyielding, your mind attuned to the intricacies of the project at hand.

But within the depths of your intellectual fervor, a gentle longing tugged at your heart. You can’t help but think of her, Wanda, tiptoeing through your mind, like a melody echoing in your soul. In your mind's eye, you yearned for Wanda's presence, her soothing embrace, and the way her eyes sparkled with encouragement. You envisioned Wanda's tender touch as if it were the guiding light that fueled your fire. And while you wanted to get the work done as soon as possible, you couldn’t help but think of her.

You wondered what she was up to right now. Maybe, in your shared apartment, she was napping, studying on her own, watering her plants, or cooking dinner… Whatever she did, it always put a smile on your face.

“Hey, why are you smiling?”

It was a small whisper that only you could hear, coming from your right. You cleared your throat and took in your surroundings once more, noticing that Natasha was sitting next to you, doing some research on her laptop for anything useful to add to the project you worked together on for another class with a couple of other students.

You shake your head and whispered back, “I’m not smiling.”

Natasha scoffed playfully, “Well, smiling or not… You look pretty.”

The compliment didn’t phase you one bit. Instead, you turned your head to look at Natasha, who sported a smug smile as she looked at you. You were accustomed to the delicate dance of adoration orchestrated by Natasha, whose flattery and flirtatious overtures had become as predictable as the sun's rise. Yet, within your eyes lay a quiet strength, a spirit unyielding to the allure of superficial charm. Though Natasha's words, like sweet melodies, danced upon your ears, they fell upon a heart unmoved, resilient in its pursuit of genuine connection. It didn’t mean anything—not when you were loved by the woman you adored the most, when you had the most caring girlfriend waiting for you at home.

Natasha's advances, though flattering to the world's eye, did little to stir your heart, as it was already enveloped in a love so pure and profound that it painted every fiber of your being with colors of contentment. You, ever graceful and empathetic, offered Natasha kindness and friendship, cherishing the genuine connection you two shared, but resolutely protecting the love you held so dear. Wanda.

“Finish your work, Nat,” you say simply before turning your head away from her.

You could feel the redhead smiling in defeat, returning back to her laptop, the sounds of her fingers typing away on her keyboard filled the room.

As you delved deep into your project at the library, your once zealous spirit began to wane, and weariness settled in your bones. The weight of countless hours spent pouring over research and refining ideas bore down on you, urging you to seek solace beyond the confines of the library. Restlessness tugged at your thoughts as you yearned for the comfort of home and the embrace of your girlfriend.

She had been texting you quite a lot while you were here. And, “a lot” was practically an understatement.

She texted you minutes before you got to the library, then again after you sat down at a table, and again when you took your supplies out, and even more when you began working, up until now, right when you began to pack everything up. She kept telling you that she misses you so much and asked how long you were going to be there. She also went on about telling you to tell her if Natasha was doing anything to make you uncomfortable, checking to make sure you were okay, and asking quite a number of times if she should pick you up now.

And, you understood why. You understood her eagerness to talk to you as she was never good at hiding her jealousy which led to her clinging onto you in any way, whether it was texting you, talking to you, holding you, or touching you. Anything.

The vibrant colors of the library's surroundings dulled in your eyes as your focus shifted from the intellectual pursuit to the emotional embrace you craved. Thoughts of Wanda wrapped around your weary mind like a comforting shawl, igniting a renewed sense of purpose and drive. You sent her a quick text as soon as you were finished, telling her you were ready for her to pick you up, to which she replied that she was on her way almost immediately.

Your group of classmates walked out of the library, right into the chilly air, bidding their farewells and wishing each other luck for the presentation that was due in a couple of days time. They each left one by one until it was just you and Natasha left standing by the entrance doors.

“It’s a little cold out. I can take you home if you’d like,” Natasha says, shoving her hands into her jacket’s pocket.

You adjusted the bag hanging off your shoulder reluctantly, glancing over to the redhead, “Uh, Wanda’s already on her way, so… but, thanks, Natasha.”

“Right,” she says quickly, almost as if she knew what you were going to say.

She was quiet now. Uncharacteristically quiet. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through Natasha’s veins as if every nerve in her body had suddenly been awakened. Despite her usual confidence, Natasha couldn't help but feel an unexpected wave of unease wash over her. Just as she was clueless about your relationship with Wanda, she found it hard to fight for your attention against her. Any of her words crashed into brick walls as she tried to flirt with you and it only made her want to have you more, even when you had told her that you weren’t interested. She didn’t know why, but she liked to think you’d end up liking her eventually.

“There’s… There’s this new Italian restaurant that opened. In downtown, by the bridge,” she starts, watching you closely for you your reaction. “Would you like to go try it with me sometime?”

You see Wanda’s car turning into the lot up ahead as she said those words. A sigh escapes your lips before you turn slightly to look at Natasha, “As friends?”

Natasha chuckles and drops her head down in defeat, knowing very well what your answer would be, after countless attempts and rejections. Her eyes lock onto Wanda’s car as well after bringing her head back up slowly.

“Your chariot awaits,” Natasha nods her head towards the car that pulls up right in front of the two of you.

You give Natasha a small smile before beginning your walk, “Have a good night, Nat. Drive safe.”

Natasha smiles in return, watching you step away. You get into Wanda’s car smoothly, greeting your girlfriend as a sense of relief washes over you.

As you settled comfortably into the passenger seat, your eyes met Wanda's, but instead of the warm welcome you expected, you noticed a flicker of annoyance and jealousy. Wanda's features, usually so radiant and full of affection, were clouded with a hint of unease. Your heart sank as you realized the source of Wanda's distress—Natasha, the persistent pursuer. A tumultuous mixture of guilt and longing swirled within your chest as you searched for the right words to soothe Wanda's troubled heart.

“Baby, let’s go home,” you say softly, your hand subtly ghosting over hers over the heartsick. “I’m tired.”

Wanda blinks and her eyes dart from Natasha, who stood still by the library doors waiting for the two of you to leave, over to you. Her eyes soften as soon as she looked at you.

“Okay,” she nods softly, before turning her head to the front, starting her drive back to your shared apartment.

As Wanda gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white with tension, an unusual silence enveloped the car. The soft hum of the engine provided a gentle backdrop to the muffled thoughts swirling in her mind. Casting a quick glance towards you, she noticed her girlfriend's serene expression, unaware of the storm brewing within Wanda's heart. Determined to shield you from her internal turmoil, Wanda reached out, intertwining her fingers with yours, seeking solace in your touch.

Wanda didn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the drive home. She kept her hand locked in yours right over your lap, occasionally using her thumb to smooth over your thigh so gently that you wanted to kiss her right then and there.

The drive didn’t last long as Wanda made it her task to rush home where the two of you would finally be alone, where she could have you all to yourself.

With the click of the front door, you stepped into the serene refuge of your shared apartment, an oasis of tranquility and familiarity. A palpable sense of relief washed over you, permeating the air as you shed the weight of the outside world from your shoulders. The soft glow of warm lamplight in your living room enveloped the space, casting a gentle ambiance that mirrored your contentment. As the two of you kicked off your shoes, a collective sigh escaped your lips, releasing the tension that had accumulated throughout the day.

You went about the evening as usual. Wanda made dinner before picking you up and you ate together. As the meal drew to a close, your determined gaze shifted to the pile of books and papers scattered across a nearby desk. With a sense of purpose, you excused herself and retreated to your work, placing a small kiss on the top of Wanda’s head, leaving her to her own devices. You told her you had to check up on some of your work just in case, not wanting to leave any mistakes on your part of the project. She watched you for a bit as you went to work before turning the television on to watch that cute old sitcom she loved so much.

Wanda's eyes occasionally flickered towards you, filled with admiration and understanding. She reveled in the sight of your unwavering dedication, recognizing the passion that fueled your late-night endeavors. At the same time, she wanted to pull you away from your work, keep you all to herself, kiss you all night long. Their cozy apartment was awash in the warm glow of lamplight, casting a soft ambiance upon the room. Wanda, feeling a sense of contentment, nestled herself on the plush couch, watching her show, patiently awaiting you to finish.

When you do finish, you excused yourself to the bathroom, needing a moment to refresh before bed. Sensing a subtle ache in her heart, Wanda couldn't bear the thought of being separated, even for a moment. With a surge of affection and longing, she quietly followed you into the bathroom, unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew her towards you.

Inside the bathroom, the air was filled with the soothing scent of lavender, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. You stood by the sink, ready to wash off your face and brush your teeth. Wanda, unable to contain her yearning any longer, approached you, her eyes reflecting a deep longing. Your gazes met in the mirror, an unspoken understanding passing between the two of you. Without wasting another second, Wanda's arms found their way around you, enveloping you in a gentle embrace. The warmth radiated through your bodies, your closeness a source of comfort and reassurance.

“Hey,” you smiled at her through the mirror, listening to her breathe against your neck. Although, your smile faded slowly as she didn’t answer. “What’s wrong?”

Wanda shook her head slightly, tightening her hold around your waist, “Nothing.”

“Wanda.”

“I just…” Wanda sighed and pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, then one at the side of your neck, “I missed you a lot. That’s all.”

The words, gentle and delicate, struck a chord deep within your heart. A tingling sensation radiated through your being, as if every nerve ending had come alive, attuned to Wanda's every touch and breath. The weight of Wanda's absence had been temporarily lifted, only to be replaced by the overwhelming yearning that surged through your veins.

After a moment, you gently moved Wanda’s arms from your waist to turn around to face her. Wanda immediately put her arms around your frame once again as you wrapped yours around her neck. You saw her eyes flicker down to your lips, and it almost made you smile, knowing that she wanted to kiss you, but the undeniable fact that something else was bothering her interrupted your thoughts.

“What else?” you ask softly, bringing a hand up to h run your hand through her red hair. “There’s something else you’re not telling me.”

Wanda sighed and closed her eyes—your hand in her hair, massaging her scalp relaxed her in ways nothing and no one else could.

“There’s nothing else,” she says nonchalantly, not giving in to your gentle touches that would usually urge her to do whatever you asked her to.

You pull your hand back and give her a look, a serious one that told her that you weren’t buying every bit of what she was saying.

“I’m not jealous,” she said quickly as if she could read your mind, knowing very well that that question was floating around in your head somewhere, begging to be asked.

You shook your head, “I didn’t say you were.”

You watch as Wanda sighed and dropped her head down to your shoulder, pulling you impossibly closer to her body, pressing you slightly against the counter.

In an instinctive response to the relief flooding her soul, Wanda nestled her head into the crook of your neck, seeking the familiar scent and the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat. Wanda's fingertips traced gentle patterns on your back, her hands under your shirt, drinking in the sensation of skin against skin, reveling in the closeness that had been sorely missed. Wanda's heart found respite, the ache gradually dissipating with each passing second. With a profound sense of gratitude, she clung to you, her body pressed against yours.

It took a few more moments of silence before you asked her another question.

“Is this about Natasha?” You knew the answer when Wanda didn’t move or say anything.

The air held a moment of silence as Wanda's heart wrestled with conflicting emotions. With a heavy sigh, she found herself caught between her desire for transparency and her fear of burdening you with her insecurities. A battle raged within her, but she summoned a fragile smile to her lips, masking the jealousy that had woven itself tightly around her heart.

“A little bit,” Wanda whispered reluctantly against your shoulder.

It was. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, it’s been bugging her the whole day. She wished Natasha would back off. She wished she could tell her to back off. She wished she could show her that you belonged to her, just as she belonged to you. And Wanda wanted to tell you. She wanted to voice this constant struggle of jealousy that she had been going through each time when the two of you were in the public eye, but she had to wait for you.

And she’d wait for as long as you need her to.

A heavy sense of guilt weighed upon your heart as you observed Wanda's pained expression. Though you knew you should have revealed your relationship to the world, fear had tightened its grip around you, preventing you from openly embracing your love.

Each time Wanda's eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of insecurity and longing, your own heart ached with remorse. In the confines of your mind, you fervently wished for the courage to proclaim your love, to shield Wanda from the torment of doubt and protectiveness. Yet, the words remained lodged in your throat, locked away by apprehension and uncertainty.

“I’m scared of losing you to someone else,” she confessed, rubbing circles against the small of your back.

As you watched Wanda battle her internal turmoil, your desire to ease your girlfriend's worries intensified. With each passing moment, your resolve strengthened, your determination to overcome your own fears deepening. You knew that the time would come when you could no longer keep your love hidden away, for the pain inflicted upon Wanda by you and her clandestine existence was a stark reminder that love thrived when it was allowed to bloom openly, casting its vibrant hues upon the world.

“Listen to me carefully, please.” You brought both your hands up to cup Wanda’s face gently in your palms, your eyes filled with empathy and understanding, “I’m not ever leaving you. I love you, Wanda, so much. And… I know it’s hard not to, but don’t listen or think about Natasha or anyone else. She doesn’t have me… And she won’t ever have me. Only you. I belong to you.”

I have you. Your words repeated in her head.

Wanda's expression softened as she leaned into your touch, finding comfort in the warmth of your palms, “I have you.”

You smiled softly as did Wanda, “I don’t belong to anybody else.”

And as if relief washed over her worries, Wanda smiled smugly, knowing no one else has you the way she did. The heaviness that had settled in her heart dissipated like morning mist under the warm rays of the sun. Your words, spoken with tenderness and understanding, had acted as a balm to Wanda's troubled soul. With every gentle stroke of your hands against her cheek, Wanda felt the lingering tendrils of jealousy and insecurity unravel.

She saw the sincerity in your eyes, a mirror of her own love and devotion. The weight that had burdened her heart had transformed into a newfound lightness, replaced by an unwavering trust and a sense of security that only you could provide.

“I love you so much,” she said with a smile, placing a tender kiss against your forehead.

However, Wanda's smile faltered as her gaze met your tearful eyes. In that fleeting moment, the air seemed to still, carrying the weight of unspoken emotions. Wanda's heart ached at the sight of your glistening tears, a stark contrast to the usual vibrant warmth that emanated from your expressive eyes. A mix of concern and tenderness etched itself onto Wanda's face as she reached out, her fingertips lightly brushing against your cheek. She yearned to understand the depth of your sorrow, to offer solace and support in any way she could, just as you did for her just a second ago.

No, no, no. Wanda started to panic as your eyes got glossier by the second, tears threatening to fall any moment now. If there was absolutely one thing Wanda hated to see, it was you crying. And if she was the reason behind your tears, she’d do everything in her power to make it right.

“Hey, hey, talk to me, baby,” Wanda pleaded, leaning down to get a closer look at your face, trying to figure it out somehow on her own. “(Y/n)… Don’t cry—I’m here. I’m right here.”

“Sorry, I– I don't– I can’t– I can’t—“

Tears streamed down your face, their cascading path tracing the contours of your anguish. Each sob that wracked your body seemed to tear through the tranquility of the room, filling the air with a symphony of heartache.

Wanda stood frozen, her heart sinking as she witnessed your tear-streaked face, overcome with a depth of sorrow she had never seen before. Wanda's chest tightened with an overwhelming surge of emotions, her own eyes welling up with unshed tears. The sight of your vulnerability shook Wanda to her core.

As your cries grew louder, Wanda's immediate thought was to provide solace, to offer a safe haven within her arms. Without hesitation, she pulled you close once more, holding you with unwavering strength and tenderness. Your sobs found refuge in the curve of Wanda's neck, the soft fabric of Wanda's shirt absorbing your tears as her hand smoothed over the back of your head repeatedly. Wanda whispered soothing words, her voice a gentle balm to your wounded spirit, assuring you that you were not alone, that you would weather the storm together. Always.

When your sobs died down to soft labored breathing, Wanda moved to place soft kisses down against your temple, then over to your tear-stained cheeks, wiping her thumb over them in the process.

“I’m sorry,” she heard you say.

“For what, baby?”

“For being too afraid… to tell everyone. I know you’ve been waiting and that it hurts to wait. And watch, and hide. But, I’m… I’m still…” You found it hard to breathe as you spoke, not exactly meeting Wanda in her eyes, scared of what she might say.

“I know. It’s okay,” she didn’t let you finish. She already knew. Wanda’s heart ached when you still didn’t move to meet her eyes, so she repeated her words. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Wanda's touch became an anchor of solace, her fingertips tracing soothing paths along your back. With each delicate caress, Wanda poured her love and compassion into her gestures, whispering soft reassurances that echoed like a soothing lullaby. The warmth of her connection enveloped you, creating a haven where vulnerability was met with understanding and acceptance. In this intimate moment, Wanda's touch spoke volumes, conveying a depth of empathy that words alone could not capture.

“Everything will be okay,” Wanda told you, kissing your temple once again. “I will be patient. I’ll wait a day, a week, a month, a year, a decade… a century. Whenever you’re ready to. I’ll be there. You have me, too, (Y/n). I’m not going anywhere.”

Wanda used her hands to turn your face towards her, forcing you to look at her.

As you gazed into her eyes, you found yourself captivated by the depth and intensity within them. The windows to Wanda's soul revealed a profound sincerity and unwavering devotion that surpasses any spoken words. In the gentle flicker of candlelight, you witness a kaleidoscope of emotions reflected in Wanda's eyes—love, adoration, and an unspoken promise of a lifetime together.

“Did you hear me?” Wanda asked, using her finger to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, I heard you,” you smiled softly, sniffling cutely as you moved to lay your head against her chest. “I love you.”

Wanda smiled again, hands moving downwards to your waist, as a surge of overwhelming love cascaded through her being, filling every inch of her being with a profound sense of warmth and contentment. In that tender embrace, time seemed to stand still, and the outside world faded into insignificance. The soft curve of your back molded perfectly against Wanda's chest, as if you were two puzzle pieces destined to fit together. The steady rise and fall of your breath against her own served as a rhythmic reminder of their intimate connection. Wanda moved to bury her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent, a scent that held the essence of home. She felt the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips, a steady cadence that echoed the unwavering love that bound them.

“I can kiss you now, right?” Wanda mumbled into your neck. “I’ve been waiting all day.”

Your girlfriend couldn’t fight the smile that crept up on her face as your lips turned up into a smile as well, “Kiss me, then.”

“Oh, I will,” she said with a smirk, hands running up and down your waist, feeling you in her hands.

And she did. In that timeless space between breaths, Wanda leaned in, capturing your soft, quivering lips with her own. The world seemed to stand still as your mouths fused in a passionate dance of love and understanding. The taste of your tears mingled, but it was the sweetness of your love that prevailed, a balm that soothed both your souls. As you lingered in the embrace, your lips locked, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the profound beauty of your love.

She loved you forever. And she made sure to prove it to you the whole night, and many more nights to come.

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snowsinterlude · 4 months

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Hii!! can I ask for a coryo x reader (who has a smaller chest size) ? <3

omg of course dear!! sorry if it's, like, messed up or smth. hope you like it!! sorry for any mistakes

c.w: boobs adoration, sexual content, mentions to dacryphilia

first things first, if you're insecure about your chest size you should know that he doesn't really care about it as long as you let him suck on it (for more information, know that he loves boobs in a general, so if you have the biggest or the smallest size just know he WILL suck on it for stress relief. it's his therapy, truly.)

he loves seeing you in delicate clothings and will help you find clothes that match your body size. he will love grabbing your waist and guiding his hands to your chest only for him to lean into you and engulf your entire chest in his mouth, and you having a smaller chest size makes it easier for him to completely engulf your tit in his mouth.

during sex, he'd love looking at them and to your crying face like, all the time. and he would even put you to ride him only to see them moving and god, he would love to suck on them while you ride him

aside from all the sexual content of it, he would always end up sleeping with his hand on your chest, one way or another, the other way being his mouth in your chest, but not in a sexual intent- more like a soft side of him !

#young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #young president snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #tbosas smut #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #x reader

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cryptidcorners · 5 months

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hi c: i was hoping i could request smth like reader doesn't like her laugh bc she got like made fun of it in like highschool so she like when she does laugh around mike she gets like really embarrassed and mike is like ???? i like your laugh C: (SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE LOLOL) have a great day :)

Mike Schmidt x F!Reader - Pretty Laugh

Description: Mike finds his girlfriend's laugh adorable, and is incredibly shocked to find she's embarrassed about it . Requested by anon .

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Mike Schmidt

Tags: Girlfriend!Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Mike Rambling, Romantic, Cute Stuff, Slice of Life, Encouragement, Slight Protective Mike

Warnings: Some mentions of bullying . Not too severe .

Check out my TOS before reading . Thank you ! + MIKE SCHMIDT MASTERLIST

"I'm sorry," you choked back a harsh giggle. "my laugh."

Mike's smile softened as he caught his breath, eyes fluttering, "What are you talking about?" his tone was breathy from the aftermath of giggling so hard. You shyly averted your eyes away with a gentle shrug, "It's annoying."

Mike's brow arched immediately, already puzzled. "Annoying? Who told you that?" his tone sharpened. He stayed closer to you, hand wrapped around yours with a desperate gaze. You assured him quickly with a gesture, "Oh, no, no. Nobody said anything." You sighed, "I mean, right now."

Mike frowned, resembling some defeat pup. It ached him to see you blue, even if it was something minor. "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was slow and already growing tender. He watched your gaze narrow and immediately reeled back, "I mean, we don't need to. We can keep talking if you'd like," Admittedly, you felt silly talking about something that happened years ago, but, Mike never judged you. So it never hurt to open up.

You lightened your chest with a rough exhale, "No, no. I should. I really should," Mike scooted closer, giving you the comfort of leaning on him slightly. His presence always invited you in, even during the darkest of times. "Well, in highschool, I was constantly made fun of, like, by everyone. Because of my laugh. They'd try to make me giggle so I could do it, and it'd be so embarrassing." You explained, "Even my friends teased me, and did the same thing. It got to the point where I'd just avoid seeing people or trying my best to seem out of it. Called me a witch, clown, you name it. Now, I'm just . . . a little insecure about it? I never told anyone."

Mike broke the silence, "I think your laugh is pretty."

"Really?"

He nodded and cupped your face. He started kissing you gently, lightly pecking your face with ticklish signs of affection. You couldn't help but giggle, "Mike, what are you doing?" and yet, you were hugging him tightly.

"I wanna hear you laugh more, obviously." He answered, "And I want to make you love it as much as I do,"

You pulled him in, smiling infectiously. "You're so cheesy, but I love it."

Mike chuckled. You had no idea how he made your heart soar just by complimenting you. You melted in his touch, truly comfortable wrapped around his arms. "Thank you,"

Mike gazed at you warmly, "You're welcome." and he was already thinking about all the ways he could make you laugh.

A.N: this was so cute I'm dying actually!!!

#💤 mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt #fnaf #josh hutcherson #writing #writers on tumblr #fnaf movie #💌 request!

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fandomstickyy · 9 months

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Watching A Movie With A Rape Scene

Angst/COMFORT

18++ MDNI

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CW: mentions of rape, NOTHING GRAPHIC, comfort from these menzes

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Au: I'm a bit of a film nerd so I'm always looking for indie/low budget bangers and a few movies I've seen have straight up r#pe scenes! Idk why I terrorize myself. Thought of these scenarios to ease the pain 💀. ANYWAY this post is probably super random but I've seen a lot of wild fics on here so whatever it's not too bad.

It's all fluff!! <3. Take care of yourselves !! Don't read if you're not up for it

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Deku

° wants to turn the movie off completely

°is super mad if the scene feels unnecessary to the plot. Really sensitive ab it. Even if it makes sense for the plot he's still mad.

°Rethinks his opinion on the entire movie

° if you don't wanna watch it anymore then he is zooming around to get snacks and put on something cute and/or comforting.

°"you want an extra blanket? We have chocolate you want chocolate??"

°"izuku please sit down, I'm okay."

°very touchy the rest of the night. Almost as if physically apolozing for you having to see that 🥺. Touches are light and needy

Bakugo

° he's REALLY uncomfortable

° I mean it goes to say they all are BUT he seems like the guy to freeze up at first

° mind RACING

°body stiff

° 0-100 instant stress. Just thinking "UGH WTF! I didn't know this shit was in the movie when I picked it out! I hope she knows i didnt know" "👀 damn do I turn it off!? Would that be weird ??" "Is she uncomfortable-"

°he'll blurt smth out about the @ssaulter being a piece of shit or smth.

°he pays a lot of attention to how your reacting to his statement. Wants to make it clear that he would NEVER think that's okay. He can be rough around the edges even sharp at times but he would never cross that boundary w you or anyone else nor does he think that's okay (goes w all of them but I feel bakugo knows he's a little more aggressive than the rest I can see him being a little insecure that anyone would possibly THINK he would sympathies with or do smth so shameful and cruel)

° if he sees you're really affected by the scene, he will pull up every reason that the movie is "actually trash" and that the filmmakers are "demented"

° would turn it off if you're really not feeling the movie anymore

Kirishima

°similar to bakugo there's an instant panic. It's that tense in their muscles, that shift in their eyes to you, to the tv, to you, to the wall.

°there's more hesitation with kirishima because he wants to protect you but doesn't want to treat you like your some kid that can't protect themself

°back and forth, back and forth, back-

°"He- hey baby I don't think your eyes need to see that, right??" Reaching to fast-forward with an awkward laugh which makes you laugh hard

°why this man can't stop stutterin ????

°you adore the way he's so caring about it but the act was just too wholesome not to laugh

°"What?? C-comeon I don't want you to see that. .. it's not beautiful.. and you should only witness things that are beautiful .." (BRUH PLEASE-)

°holds you tight the rest of the movie

°giving small kisses on your head, arms, shoulder

° when the movie is over, just wants to hold you close for a moment in silence

° maybe asks if if you're okay after seeing that even though he fastforwarded through

Denki

°instant reaction

°covers your eyes !!

° "LALALA!! how was your day baby??"

° closes his eyes too!

° he might as well just fast forward or smth, but he kinda just dived over to you before thinking ab it <3.

°yall 100% get caught up in the conversation, hands over your eyes and everything. Maybe he brings up a funny moment when yall were hanging w friends recently or the way the bathroom door looks like it has a face and he's judgey and his name is Willfred the III

°laugh until you snort when yall realize the r#pe scene is over and has BEEN over

°bored w the movie anyway and change it to Shrek

#mha #bnha #bnha denki #denki x reader #denki kaminari #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #mha deku #deku

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k4shixe · 4 months

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Barou, Karasu and rin (seperate) with an insecure chubby reader?

(if you don't take multiple characters, you can just pick👍)

Take care💗

Blue Lock Men with a Cubby Insecure Reader

Staring; Shoei Barou, Tabito Karasu & Rin Itoshi

Pairings; fem!reader x Shoei Barou, fem!reader x Tabito Karasu, fem!reader x Rin Itoshi - fluff/comfort

Word count; 550+ - headcanonns/hc

CW; insecurities, reader is chubby, not proof read, mentions of not eating (kinda ed), physical touching, kisses, mentions of hurting others, characters might not be portrayed right (personality wise) :,|

Shoei Barou

* He loved the way you were. Kind, caring and confident

* He absolutely adores you

* So when you started looking into the mirror more he knew what he had to do

* Next time you were looking at yourself again he automatically picked himself up and warped his arms around you

* He began saying the sweetest words that ever came out of his mouth just for you

* Made sure you knew how beautiful you are even if you couldn't see it

* Showed you off to everyone and kept a close on anyone who looks even towards your direction

* He just wants you to know he loves you more then anything in the world

Tabito Karasu

* When he notices you wearing more baggy clothes then usual, he couldn't lie he did feel concerned.

* He understood that 'they were much comfier' then the dresses you always lived to wear but you just suddenly stopped

* You always asked if you "looked good" or "look fat" and thats when everything clicked in his mind.

* Karasu would give you lots of small pecks on your neck and cheeks and he'd find that ticklish spot just to see you smile

* Giving you a big smirk as he wraps his arms around your shoulders from the back

* "Babe you always look amazing" he always reassures making sure you know your his queen

* And if you want to wear makeup this man will ruin it and say something like "guess you'll have to show your beautiful face to everyone now"

* If you get the slightest bit uncomfortable and insecure because "he's out of your league" which is complete nonsense to him, he will not hesitate to hold hands with you or put his arm around you and pull you closer to him.

* He absolutely loves how shy you get and that just makes him love you so much more

* If you want to exercise more he will give up whatever he's doing to be with you and help you but will always make sure you know he loves you no matter how you look.

* If you get tired he'll carry you anywhere and if you say something dumb like "im too heavy" he will just shush you

* "Babe you are the amazing, wait no. Your perfect. Actually more then perfect. Now lets go get some food, im starving."

* And when you giggle, he knows he won.

Rin Itoshi

* Rin would always complement you, on your looks, personality, everything.

* You were so perfect in his eyes

* So you must understand how confused he was when you 'didnt feel hungry' for a few days

* He sat you down and asked you what's wrong and you immediately told him because why wouldn't you?

* He already knew but it hurt more when you told him you feel insecure

* So the first thing he done was promise you that you are the most perfect person ever and gave you a kiss

* The second thing he done was take you out to your favourite restaurant and he let you buy as much as everything and everything

* Basically whatever you heart desired

* On the way home he had his arm around your waist and pulled you so very close to him so you know he isn't joking

* If anyone comments on you they better count their days

* Rin will give you extra complements,kisses, affection so your 110% sure he is certain that your his everything

* He'll also plan some cooking dates just to make sure your still eating

A/n; Super duper sorry if the characters personalities and what they would and wouldn't do dont match up or if they are the wrong ones or smth. I wanted to write a fic but it was just better in head cannons. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

#bllk #x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #bllk imagines #rin itoshi #barou shouei #karasu tabito #comfort #chubby #insecure #boyfriends #bllk headcanons #headcannons

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ashessonfire · 11 months

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hello lovely!! would it be possible to write smth w wylan?? like, sweet little headcanons abt him in a relationship!! thank youu <3 love ur fics

Dating Wylan Van Eck - Headcanons <3

- Pairing - Wylan Van Eck x Reader (gender neutral)

A/N - Hi Hi!! One exam is down, only four more to go! Very soon my other works will be completed, but i missed writing so much, so here are some of my sweet headcanons for Wylan. I hope i have done him justice in this, as I am normally a Kaz type of girl. I hope i have done you proud anon <3333

Reminder - my requests are always open, please keep sending them! <3

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The most attentive partner you could ever find, he will pay you 100% of his attention no matter the topic

He never wishes for you to experience the loneliness and isolation he felt with your father, EVER

As a result of this, expect the sweetest and most heartfelt gifts to be hurriedly placed into your hands before he runs off to distract himself from the blush blooming across his face

Every single present you receive from him will be extremely intricate and personal, remembering childhood stories you've recalled, or things you wished for years ago

"I know you said it about six months ago, but..."

He does not forget nor ignore a single detail about you

Despite his sheepish nature, the longer you're with him, the more adorable outbursts occur

By this I mean sudden bursts of bubbling confidence as he explains something he's passionate about, or witty jokes he's thought of

"Well, actually, did you know that technically, humans can create their own venom? So, it starts with....."

Although he may be embarrassed and retreat into himself afterwards, any sign of encouragement from you would melt his heart, prompting him to keep opening himself up to you

Another thing that would simply make his heart implode, is if you took interest in his passions - allowing him to teach you simple chords on the piano, or help him produce a few basic chemical reactions down in the lab

Just showing care for the things he adores would result in him losing his mind, since very few people in his past had taken any true interest in him, at all

He would be the most gentle and patient teacher ever, placing soft kisses on your knuckles when you succeeded in getting a melody correct on the piano, or a peck on the cheek when you have accomplished anything

In terms of love languages, I am certain that Wylan actually uses all of them... <3

Although he can be nervous to express his feelings through words, he is a poetic and creative soul, so given time to grow comfortable with you, whispers of "I love you," or "I'm so lucky to have found you," would slowly slip into conversations

Quality time is a given for Wylan, since he's never had someone who wants his company for long, again wishing to shelter you from the pain he has experienced himself - expect many quiet evenings by the fireplace where he crafts melodies on the flute, and you bake or read in comfort

Once time has gifted the boy more confidence, expect his touch to increase swiftly, never wanting to let you go - soft brushes of your shoulders as you walk side-by-side, fingers gently interlocked, brushes of stray locks as the breeze shifts them...

He would do anything for you, no matter what you ask of him, so always expect your home to be spotless, your chores already completed when you turn to do them - with Wylan its very unlikely you will need to do much at all, he is so attentive

As mentioned earlier, gift giving is definitely one of his favorite ways to express his love, clearly portraying his heart to you when his words may fail him

In terms of what he wants and needs in a relationship? I think his standards would be on the floor, merely needing your presence in a room to comfort him

However once he realizes that you reciprocate his acts of love? Well I think he'd be completely at your mercy by that point

Although it may take some time to stop his fretting and insecurities, once he accepts that he doesn't just have to give, but he can receive love back, he is the happiest he has ever been in his life

With your love and affection, he would absolutely thrive, becoming a more confident and strong version of himself - slowly stripping him of his nervous behaviour and allowing his true self to shine more often

To me, a relationship with Wylan would be a gentle, affectionate, and peaceful experience - both partners being showered in love constantly

Being with him is like having a personal ray of sunshine, who would express his love for you in any way he can <3

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p.s ~ any reposts help me infinitely!! ^^

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marsbar17 · 7 months

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No one has requested Genshin yet so I'm going to. XiaoAetherLyney, you've got this darling

Nsfw and Sfw <33

It's time to bring the genshin fandom to my account hehehehe >:)

XiaoAetherLyney headcannons hot and ready for dinner my children

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《SFW》

• Aether absolutely adores Xiao, and after they met in Liyue, Aether quickly made it his mission to date Xiao

• Xiao thinks that Aether is like a shining light, an angel of sorts, but he doesn't want to bother Aether with his karmic debt

• Xiao can't stop Aether from hanging around him though, and eventually gives in to dating him

• They grow closer over their time together and Aether always comes back to liyue with trinkets from his adventures

• Xiao is just happy that Aether loves him even though he's far from perfect in his eyes

• Aether goes to Fontaine and comes back with magic playing cards, a friend gave them to him

• Aether took Xiao to Fontaine to watch his new friend Lyney perform, and Xiao could see how Aether's eyes lit up watching him

• It's the same way he looks at Xiao

• Eventually, Aether brings up the idea of polyamory, and maybe him being able to have another partner

• "It's that guy, Lyney, right?"

• With a little bit of convincing, Xiao agrees to try it out, and then Aether gained another boyfriend

• In the beginning, Xiao didn't want to be all friendly with his lovers new boyfriend, but he tolerated Lyney

• I feel like they never really got super close, they dont regard eachother as lovers, it's more a love arrow than a triangle

• They aren't like, revolted by eachother. Lyney is fine with Xiao, Xiao just doesn't feel romantically attracted to him.

• Plus, it took him a while to just get close with Aether, he doesn't want to go through the whole insecurities and shit all over again

• But they'll both wrap their arms around Aether, share knowing looks when their boyfriend is being cute, glare at people who are acting off towards their boyfriend, that stuff

• Lyney will flirt with Xiao jokingly, but he knows that Xiao doesn't want anything serious

《NSFW》

• Xiao tops, as much as I love Xiao being bottom in some ships, he tops here

• In the beginning it was just Aether being bottom and Xiao and Lyney sharing him, but as time went on and Xiao warmed up to the other Lyney slowly became the switch/middle one in the relationship

• Aether loves being between them, one length I his ass and one in his mouth, being filled from both ends

• Xiao is very possessive of Aethers mouth because he gets to be the one to watch his eyes fill with tears from the pleasure and all the pretty expressions on his face

• Lyney doesn't mind where he is, he just wants to be a part of it dbshjsja

• Xiao loves holding Aether up so he has to look him in the eyes while Lyney keeps fucking him from behind

• Xiao is the slightly rougher top, face-fucking Aether while Lyney praises him for taking it so well

• Can yall tell I might have a thing for sucking dick? Cuz I do jdndnnaja. My poor girlfriend hates me

• Occasionally, if Aether is out and one of them is horny, they'll help each other out, but it doesn't go further than hand jobs or sometimes blow jobs

• And Lyney is always more eager to help out Xiao than the other way around

• I feel like there might be a little bit of bondage and dom/sub shit going on but I cant see them being super kinky

• Lil bit of spanking, lil bit of rope, lil bit of kneeling, all the good shit

• I bet you one day Aether whined about how he wants even more and Lyney suggests he take both of them in his hole at the same time

• Aether melts, he wants it so bad

• He loves feeling full, loves it when both his boyfriends use him at the same time

• Having two boyfriends means double the amount of aftercare :)

• Hot baths are a favorite, along with cuddling in a pile and watching a movie or smth, they always just make sure Aether feels good

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I'm so tired, peace out yall

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin aether #aether #genshin xiao #xiao #genshin lyney #lyney #xiao x aether #lyney x aether #xiaother #my duolingo streak is about to die help

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kitsune-oji · 9 months

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could you do obey me boys with a professional volleyball player mc? 💁🏻‍♀️ like they enter at RAD's volleyball team and are absolutely SLAYING or smth like that! i also imagine mc having a very fit body and getting home late bc of the training

Professional Sports Player Mc

I made it a bit more general, changing volleyball to sports because really these hcs could be read with volleyball in mind or another sport entirely. I hope that's ok!

Since you didn't specify, I just went with the brothers for this

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Lucifer

Lucifer admires the discipline and strength it takes to professionally do sports and honestly, he finds it attractive too

Definitely tries to take the time to go to any matches you have to support you and to watch you in your element

If he sees you winning - against Demons no less - he's so incredibly proud of you and wants everyone to know

Sort of looks like a proud father standing next to you but the way he looks at you reveals his adoration for you very clearly

Makes you lunches to take with you when you train, making sure they are balanced and contain enough protein and fiber to aid you

The only downside he sees is that he has so little time with you. When you come home late, you're very exhausted from your day after all and he's already a busy man himself, so it's quite difficult to get some quality time together

Just means you both need to make a bit more of an effort!

Mammon

Mammon has always been your hype man no. 1 and it's no different in this case

Making you lunches just means peanut butter sandwiches but if you like that (and aren't allergic to peanuts), it's still nice!

He's there for every match you have and watches your training sometimes too if you're ok with it - if not, he wants to pick you up at least though

When you win, Mammon is so loud but his cheers are really cute so you know... He wants you to run into his arms so he can spin you around, please

Shows people videos and pictures of you from one of your matches and gets mad if the person watching it doesn't find you as amazing as Mammon himself does

(they also shouldn't find you too amazing though because then he'll tell them how way out of your league they are and how the Great Mammon is by your side and nobody else-)

Having you coming home late is torture for Mammon but he's either distracting himself by doing things he shouldn't (gambling, scamming, stealing from his brothers, etc) or he's finding ways to be in your presence anyway - aka watch you when you train

Leviathan

He's the very best stan, thank you very much!

For you, he even braves going into the hell that is sports obsessed normies to watch your matches

Cheering you on is an art form and Leviathan has perfected it. He wears your or your teams colors, has your name written on his face, has a chant, a sign, a- you know the drill

Makes you the cutest bento lunches with encouraging notes and a lot of love in them

He gets so insecure and thus jealous of anyone trying to get close, especially if they're not just a fan but someone who plays the same sport as you. "What if having the same passion makes you like them better than some shut in weirdo like him?" his brain tries to tell him

Levi idealises you a bit too much but we knew that already. It's just maybe a bit more obvious that you're basically one of his idols that he actually gets close enough to to touch

Having you come home late sometimes makes his thoughts run wild, even if he knows you have training that day - he just can't help it but distracting himself until you come home works most of the time when he isn't so immersed in his game or show that he forgets the time anyway

Satan

Sports aren't really his thing but... You're doing it, so it's still interesting to him

Wants to know everything about your sport and even tries to give you advice. You may have to stop him right there because you are a professional... Unless maybe he does actually have one or two good points. Maybe he'd be worth listening to at least?

Second place for cute lunches, usually cat themed in some way but definitely nutritious too! He wants to aid you where he can

Of course he's there for your matches, how could he not? His cheers are a bit more quiet but he won't let you question how much he supports you and your passion

Seeing you happy and panting from exertion does something to him, to his heart. It takes him a while to realise that it's love for you that he feels

The fact that you come home late makes him sad sometimes but he knows that your training is important and he tries to suggest some things to do together that don't take a lot of energy - like reading aloud for you to listen to while you lay your head on his lap

Asmodeus

Asmodeus loves how fit you are because of your profession and he makes it abundantly clear as well

Next to outright telling you how hot he finds it how passionate you are, the way he takes the time out of his day to watch you practice (if you allow it) says lore than enough

Your teammates tease you about how obviously interested Asmodeus is in you, though there are also those that are jealous of you... Oh well

Asmo likes to doll himself up in a cheerleader outfit and do a little dance to cheer you on in matches. While he does take away a lot of attention from the actual game, he is very cute

Don't let him make lunches for you. The demon manages to blow the kitchen up trying to make bread, who knows what will happen if he tries to make you a lunch box?

In days when he can't watch you train or if you don't let him, Asmo has no qualms letting you know how lonely he was without you. Clinging to you and whining and telling you that you have to make it up to him

He's pretty easy to appease though, so it's not too bad

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is so happy to have someone else there who also loves to do sports. You may not do the same sport but you can still train your bodies together, if you want to

Going to the gym with Beel is nice, all in all. You get a nice view if you're into that and Beel will help you if you've never been to the gym before

Even if you have, you can still help each other, correct the other's form or spot each other

He will make sure to attend each and every one of your matches and is right there when you cheer because you won or need some comfort because you lost. Beel also asks you to come watch his matches as well

Beel is an amazing cook, so lunches from him are very nice... If he manages to make one, that is. Either way he wants to eat together with you

Having you come home late can make Beel upset sometimes because he misses your company but he's pretty good at keeping himself busy until you're back. If he's a bit more clingy than usual...well, who's gonna complain?

Belphegor

You do a sport? What, professionally even? Damn, he could never

But we knew that already. Belphie yawns at the mere mention of such physical activity and he admires the way you and Beel do so much of it and enjoy it too

Sure he will come to your matches too. Though he may not be able to pay attention the whole time, he still makes an effort to be there to show his support

More importantly, Belphie makes sure that you don't overdo it and helps you get the rest you need to start the next day fit as a daisy

When you're gone for a long time, Belphie either doesn't notice because he had been sleeping or he wakes up and notices and then he gets cranky

You know how he gets... Demanding your attention and being unhappy over the fact you weren't there when he woke up. A little bit of affection and an apology is enough to make him forget his bad mood though

#obey me shall we date #mine #om! swd #race neutral mc #obey me nightbringer #gender neutral reader #obey me lucifer #fluff #gn mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #Headcanon #Hc #Hcs

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saey707 · 11 months

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hey i saw your post abt viego!! if you're willing could you do smth about him helping a (female) reader with low self esteem?? ty ♥️♥️

✿ Prompt: Viego adores you ✿

♡ champion focus: viego ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author's Note: Hello, anon! I love your request and was super eager to execute it as soon as possible ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა Keep in mind, I tried to execute King Viego in this headcanon, but you can envision him as post Ruination if you please! Hope you enjoy! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Your doting husband Viego worships the very grounds you walk upon. There isn't a single imperfection he can see in you, though, he can see very well that you don't feel the same way about yourself as he does you.

You saw the way people looked at you among the castle, the streets, and all the royal banquets and ceremonies. You heard of how people spoke of you, often with negative connotations and spite, because Camavor was not your home of origin.

It seemed like everyone believed you were out for nothing but power and a place on the throne of a domineering nation, beside an even more powerful conquistador, with the body of an Adonis and the hair of a fairytale Prince.

But Viego never once thought poorly of you.

He adored the curve of your lips, the softness of your smiles, and the selfless heart that allowed you to see the good in others... Even a man as arrogant and entitled as Viego.

Viego had hoped the little things like gifting you new dresses made of Ionian silk, jeweled necklaces, and gold bengals would be enough to allow you to see how beautiful you looked to him. However, materialistic things were never enough.

But your husband's innermost thoughts and the deep feelings he possessed about you definitely made the most significant impact.

From the day Viego discovered how poignant his words were to you, he made sure daily affirmations about everything he loved about you became a regular reminder. Never once would Viego allow you to think negatively about yourself, so long as he could prevent it!

He would serenade you with songs he wrote and distract your mind with one-on-one dances across hallways.

He would remind you of all your talents and why he fell in love with you in the first place over anyone he could have possibly had as a wife in Camavor... Well- Viego never said that last part, but still! While you stuck out like a sore thumb among the Camavoran people, that was only one more thing to add to the endless list of reasons why he fell in love with you!

Even though it was nothing new for Viego to show you physical affection, he still always did and would do more!

Viego removed his gloves whenever he dared to place a hand upon your soft skin, and he was always gentle as he caressed your face. He would begin by brushing his thumbs against your cheeks, dragging his fingers across the frame of your jawline. Then, his thumbs would graze over your painted lips, the hopeless romantic leaning in ever so slowly to capture your lips with his own in a passionate kiss.

He would listen to your woes and everything that made you feel lowly about yourself. And he would counterargue your insecurities, conquering them head-on and trying his best to allow you to see the good in yourself, as you so did with your others.

And if that doesn't work, he'll begin to open up about his own insecurities... As much as he hates to discuss his own fears and woes about himself, he knows you would never think ill of him. So why should you think ill of yourself?

The Camavoran King knows insecurities and low self-esteem are things that can't be cured overnight. But he hopes each and every day you know and are reminded just how much he loves you.

#saeybaewrites #request #headcanons #viego #x reader #king viego #viego lol #the ruined king #lol #viego league of legends #viego x reader #lol x reader #viego lol x reader #league of legends x reader #viego the ruined king #viego santiarul molach vol kalah heigaari x reader #viego santiarul molach vol kalah heigaari

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xxlady-lunaxx · 3 months

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I like your scars | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff :3

Note: Yk that one audio? Smth that goes like, "I like your scars" 'M-Mine?' "Yeah." 'I like your smile!'

or smth but i forget the whole thing 😭

Anyways, partially inspired by that, and some videos I was watching earlier

-They're already dating!

-Probably OOC Giyuu bc the videos influenced me to make Giyuu so sassy 😃

-Also a little Nemi insecurity :3

-...and slightly OOC Sanemi at some points because... they're both shit at being fluffy when it comes to words, so at this point this is just what I want to say to a future lover but somewhat in their personalities... 😋

Giyuu rest his forehead on Sanemi's, their breaths interweaving together. It was silent as the two lovers lay together in a single futon, holed up in Giyuu's house as snow fell outside; the temperature dropping by the second.

"Giyuu?" Sanemi asked, after a beat.

Giyuu hummed in assent, his hand resting on Sanemi's jaw, his thumb tracing the scars on his boyfriend's face. "What is it?"

"Does my appearence not hinder your ability to... stay attracted to me?" Sanemi murmured uncertainly.

"Not at all. I like your scars," Giyuu said, a small smile brightening his face. He placed a loving kiss on the scar running across Sanemi's cheek.

"People tell me I'm scary when they see me. They run away. I can't assure people as well when I'm on my missions given of how they react..." Sanemi paused. "No one minds your presence, though. It's comforting."

Giyuu laughed gently, shaking his head. Sanemi watched him carefully.

"Sanemi, people think I'm too quiet. People say you're too loud. They say what they want, but their opinions don't matter, do they? I think... you shouldn't listen to them. They don't know you. You're kind and pretty and cute," Giyuu said, booping Sanemi's nose. "Either they're too traumatized by the demons to notice or they've got something terribly wrong with their eyesight."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "But as you said, it's their opinion. How is your opinion so different from theirs when so many of theirs is... negative? And I'm not cute, by the way," he said, huffing.

"Hmm, I think you are. You're just proving me right," Giyuu said. "And, to answer your question, it's an opinion, remember? Theirs may be highly defective but trust me to say that I believe my words truly. What I say may be different than others but what I'm saying is also how I feel, how I see you and what I think of you. I love you, Sanemi, and nothing can changed that."

There was a silence for a minute, one of processing as the Wind Hashira pondered this.

"Mm... Then, I like your smile," Sanemi said finally, his voice quiet.

Giyuu chuckled softly, shaking his head in wonder. "And where might that have come from?"

"You kept complimenting me!! If I didn't compliment you, I'd feel bad," Sanemi whined.

"Fine. Why do you like my smile? Kocho-San says it's unsightful and that I shouldn't smile much," Giyuu said, frowning slightly.

"Well, Kocho's opinions are also deeply flawed then. I think it's wonderful. And more so by the fact that I rarely get to see it." Sanemi kissed him tenderly, as if he had to be careful, else Giyuu would break. "But if you smiled more often that would be just as lovely. You look so alive when you smile."

"Do I look like a dead fish when I don't?" Giyuu teased.

"Nah, you're still adorable when you don't," Sanemi insisted. "Where the hell did 'dead fish' come from, though?"

Giyuu shrugged, moving to wrap his arms around Sanemi. "Some of the other Hashira have called me that before, I think. You did too, no? Before we started dating?"

Sanemi groaned. "Noo, don't remind me, I feel so bad about that..."

"Don't be, I really was—am?—like one. Also, you hated me then so... sort of justified. And I did conspire ways to get back at all of you when I was particularily upset," Giyuu said, smirking at the thought.

"Oh? That makes me feel so much better," Sanemi said sarcastically. "What were these conspiracies, then?"

"Eh, stupid shit. Mostly just insults."

"Right. I didn't hate you, by the way," Sanemi said.

"No? I thought you hated me with a, and I quote, 'burning passion,'" Giyuu said, giggling.

"Oh, fuck off... No, well, I was irritated with you but I didn't 'hate you with a burning passion,'" Sanemi said with a sigh. "I hate myself for saying that, it was so cringy."

"Mmhm, it was funny," Giyuu murmured. "You know, after it all happened and I looked back on it. Why'd I annoy you, though? Was I that irritating?"

"Nah," Sanemi said, conspiciously not elaborating.

"Then... what?"

Sanemi grumbled, slinking down under the covers, his head obscured by the blanket and Giyuu's arms. He nestled himself into Giyuu's embrace, resting his forehead on the Water Hashira's chest.

"You were so damn cool," Sanemi murmured, his voice muffled by the clothing. "I admired you so much it hurt. I pretended to hate you because it made it easier to cope with the fact that I liked you."

Giyuu raised an eyebrow at nothing, tucking his chin in to look down at the bundle of Sanemi wrapped in his arms.

"That's... cute," Giyuu said, laughing suddenly.

"Hey!! Don't laugh!" Sanemi said, jolting up, his face flushed as he bonked Giyuu lightly with his head.

"I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, I just can't imagine you admiring me. Or, like... Liking me at all. Before, at least," Giyuu said, pulling Sanemi up to his level again.

Sanemi averted his eyes, his cheeks dusted pink in embarrassment. "Fuck, I was falling for you," Sanemi mumbled. "My ass couldn't admit it, though."

"Well, it all turned out well," Giyuu said, kissing him.

"Mhm, and now I've got a hot ass boyfriend who's never going to let this fact down. My money's on the fact that you'll bring it whenever you have a chance just to embarrass me," Sanemi said, pouting.

"Awee, but you get so flustered easily, it's too cute not to..." Giyuu said.

"Hmm, right. Tell me how you fell for me," Sanemi said confidently, wanting Giyuu to be humiliated as well.

"Let me think back a bit," Giyuu said, resting his head on Sanemi's, closing his eyes. "I think... a couple months before I asked you out."

"How did you decide to ask me out, thought? Were you contemplating it for months?" Sanemi asked, laughing.

"No, I wasn't going to tell you until..." Giyuu paused. "I don't know. I had this... spark. I think it was something you said."

The Hashira went silent again, lost in their thoughts.

"Was it the time some bitch came and asked me out?" Sanemi asked, after a long moment. "A week or two before you asked me, some... demon slayer girl? She went up to me and asked me out. Fuck, I turned her down in an instant because my mind was on you, of all people... And she was ugly."

Giyuu snorted. "She was not, don't say that, Sanemi," he chastised.

"She was!! Especially the way she ran off crying after—don't tell me you feel bad for her? She literally avoided my eyes when she asked. You, on the other hand. Your ass walked up to me all, 'Hey Shinazugawa, wanna go out?' I'm going to be honest, you took me so off guard." Sanemi sighed, reminising. "It was a good type, though. You were so confident, somehow. Like, your eyes stayed on mine the whole time and were so..."

His voice trailed off in thought and the silence slipped back into the room for a second.

"Sanemi?"

"Yes?"

"I wasn't confident, really. But I do think it was the fact that you turned down the girl that I asked you out finally. Partially, at least. I was hopeful because you'd turned her down, and... she was, you know, female? I was hoping it was because you were attracted to men. That, and I hadn't stopped loving you after several months," Giyuu concluded. "I guess I gave up on trying to rid the feeling."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Months," he scoffed. "I'd been trying to stop loving you for a fucking year. Hell, I just pretended to myself that I didn't like you. Good job."

"Eh? For what?" Giyuu asked.

"If you hadn't asked me out, I would've pretended I hated you for the rest of my life," Sanemi said, almost annnoyed at himself. "I'm a coward sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Giyuu teased.

Sanemi glared at him. "Alright, enough talk, let's sleep," he said, wrapping his arms around Giyuu's waist and closing his eyes.

"Hey, it's not my fault you started the conversation in the first place!" Giyuu protested, though he had a smile wavering on his face.

"Oh, fuck off. How did I start it?!" Sanemi complained.

"You asked if your scars made me not like you," Giyuu said, kissing Sanemi's forehead.

"Mm. I forgot."

"I know."

Another lapse of silence drew on (this is getting annoying, isn't it....) and for a moment, Giyuu assumed Sanemi was falling asleep.

But then he said, "And if you're wondering, there was nothing that made me ask you that. I was just... looking in the mirror yesterday."

"Oh." Giyuu paused. "But you look... gorgeous. What, was the mirror broken?"

Sanemi, whose head had been previously smushed against Giyuu's chest, looked up. "It was working perfectly fine, that's why," he said. "I can't bear to look at myself sometimes. Reminds me what I've gone through."

"Hmm, think about instead how much you've braved through, then? Or lived through? And you still look hot as hell??" Giyuu said, grinning slightly.

"Yeah... no. And... I didn't brave through shit. I literally just told you that I'm a coward," Sanemi deadpanned.

"We were talking about a completely different thing!!" he insisted. "And you did brave through it. It's not really being all fearless, it's about overcoming it."

"Look at you, being all wordy and practical," Sanemi said, grumbling. "Fine, if you want to give me a pep-talk, I'll accept it so you don't continue."

"Alright," Giyuu murmured.

"Let's sleep now, 'kay? I want rest if I have to do my missions in dead-winter," Sanemi said, closing his eyes again as he rested his head against his boyfriend's body.

"Mmhm, love you, sleep well," the ravenette said quietly, placing another kiss on Sanemi's cheek.

"Love you too."

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I HOPE THIS ONESHOT WAS SATISFACTORY AND I TOTALLY DIDN'T AT ONE POINT LOOK BACK AND REALIZE I WROTE SILENCE AS SILENECE, LOVE YOU ALL!!!! (i almost forgot how much I love fluff bc I keep clinging onto angst)

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toad-bread · 1 year

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Ways Enhypen Does When They’re In Love ♥︎

Paring: ot7 x Female Reader warnings:fluff, bit on angst, short, mentions of insecurity about F!Reader, mentions of being harassed. Tell me if I’m missing smth (not that happy with Jungwon’s and Niki’s one because it’s short) wc:1468

Jungwon- things that reminds him of his partner

“What are you doing?” Niki said while raising a brow at Jungwon. “I’m going to Y/n’s house, why?” Jungwon replied while packing items in a bag. Niki rolled his eyes and picked up a trinket, “No, what are you doing with this— weird stuff?” Jungwon looked up and glared at Niki, snatching it from Niki he huffed. “They’re not for you, they’re for Y/n.” “What? That thing is for Y/n?” Niki laughed. “Don’t laugh, it reminds me of them and I don’t care what you think.” Jungwon quickly packed his things to head over to your place before Niki banters more. “Geez, sorry didn’t mean to make you mad.” Niki cackled. Jungwon just scoffed and walked towards the door. “I’m not paying for your food this week!”

Heesung- Hearing a song that reminds them of their partner

“Babe!” Heesung’s voice echoed in your apartment. Hearing the voice you stood up to head over to the noise. “You called?” Heesung smiled from your bed and patted next to him to motion you to sit down. “Here, listen to this.” Sitting down you saw Heesung press the play button. Hearing the melody you closed your eyes and lay your head on his shoulder. Moments when the song ended you hummed in acknowledgment. “So?” Heesung voice brought you back to reality. Opening your eyes, looking up at him you smiled softly and traced your fingers against his hands. “It’s lovely.” Heesung was delighted, his bambi eyes wide open bore into yours with love. “I’m glad you like it.” Humming to him you lifted your head and kissed his forehead. “It reminds me of you. So when I’m away I can listen to my playlist that reminds me of you.” You laughed at him, your eyes filled with love. “Aw how adorable.” “Anything for you.”

Jay- making meals for you

Jay takes care of his members by cooking for them. This doesn’t change for you, but it’s different. Jay will cook for you anytime while he would only cook for his members when he feels like it.

Walking in the kitchen, you saw your partner cutting vegetables for dinner. Padding your feet across the floor, you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Hello handsome, what are you cooking?” Jay hummed, “___, why?” Squeezing his waist a bit you replied, “Isn’t that dish hard to make?” Jay laughed, “Yeah, but for you I can cook this even if it might take hours or even lose a finger making this dish.” You gasped and unwrapped your arms around him to smack his arm. “Don’t say that! You are not losing a finger to just cook for me.” Jay stopped cutting the vegetables and turned around to face you and held your face in his hands. “I’ll only sacrifice my everything to make you happy, do you understand?” Looking at I’m wide eyed you just nodded. Jay smiled at you and kissed your lips before continuing to cook.

Jake- being with him makes him smile and basically be himself

Some people might think it’s weird but Jake absolutely loves your laugh. It doesn’t matter how stupid you laugh, he loves that he is the one who can make you laugh to the point you are crying and your stomach is hurting.

“How much did you drink?” You laughed at him. Jake looked at you and squinted his eyes. “Who are you?” “Your partner, Jake.” “Oh Y/n!!!! It’s you! I missed you!” Deadpanning at him you sighed. “Jake, I was with you the whole time.” “Oh,” Jake blinked at you. “Let’s go home-” “We are home.” “Oh.” You smiled at Jake’s confusing state.

Pulling him to the bedroom is when a kid refuses to go to the dentist. “No I don’t wanna go!” “We are just going to the bedroom, you big baby.” You huffed, gosh it felt like you were lifting weights. “I’m sleepy.” Jake tiredly said while yawning. “That’s what I’m trying to do, bringing you to the bedroom.” You said. Turning away from Jake you grabbed his clothes for him to change into. “Jake, here’s your clothes.” “……” “Jake?” Turning around when you didn’t hear a voice you groaned to yourself. Jake was laying on the bed with drool coming out of his mouth.

“Where the hell am I?” Jake groaned from the huge headache he got from the hangover. “In bed Jake, here take the medication and water. Jake simply nodded and took them without hesitation. “Thanks for taking care of me babe.” You nodded, before speaking up, “How much did you drink?” Repeating the question again. Jake hummed, “4 bottles, why? I don’t think I was that drunk.” “Jake, I had to go home 40 minutes in the party because you were throwing up.”

“Well, I still have my pants on, so I'm not that drunk.” “Those aren’t your pants.”

Sunghoon- Standing up for their partner/Protecting them

You had a date with your boyfriend Sunghoon, but you had trouble going to the cafe you and Sunghoon planned.

“You’re really close right now.” You angrily said. “Cmon, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be here alone.” You gulped and stared at the guy in front of you. “I have a boyfriend and I don’t need your attention.” The man touched your hair, twirling them around his fingers. “I know how to please a woman.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him. “Then please leave me alone.” Turning around, you started to walk away from him. Before you can walk a couple of paces the man grabbed your arm and pulled you. “Hey! Let me go you shit head!” “Not until you come with me-” “Get your hands off her right now!” You never whipped your head so fast to the familiar voice you love. “Who the hell are you doing to her?” Sunghoon stomped over to the man and grabbed your arm away from him. “I can break your nose!” Sunghoon yelled. The man raised his hands and backed away. “Sorry man, didn’t know she was yours.” “You shouldn’t do that to anyone in the first place shit head.” The man grunted and ran away from you two. Sunghoon immediately cupped your face and started to look around for any injuries. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You smiled at him. “It’s ok, you came in at the right time.”

Sunoo- remembers /loves details about his partner

You had a rough day, it started when you entered a grocery store and a group of people started to mummer about your looks. The rest of the remaining day was you feeling insecure about your body.

“Baby! Welcome home- what happened today?” Sunoo immediately noticed your change of yourself. Looking at him you gave him a weary smile and that’s what it took for you to break down. Sunoo gasped and ran to you, embracing you in a hug. “My pretty baby, it’s going to be okay.” You nodded while tears started to spill out your eyes. “Do you love me?” You suddenly said while Sunoo was wiping your makeup off. Sunoo stopped what he was doing and gave you a crazy look. “Whose mind are you in to think that I don’t love you? I love every single detail on you, like the scars on your knees.” Looking down at your knees you face him with a smile. “You noticed that, that’s random.” He nodded while pulling out a face mask out of a drawer. “People were talking bad about me, and they are right.” You murmured the last part. Sunoo looked at your face and started kissing you everywhere on your face. Your eyelids, nose, forehead, cheeks, any details on your face, and a kiss on your lips.

“So what? You’re still my Y/n. I don’t care about what they say!”

Niki- watching favorite shows/movies their partner picks even if they don’t really like it

“Got the popcorn?” You said while turning off the lights. Niki nodded and placed the bowl on the table. “Thanks for watching this movie with me, I wanted to watch this for so long!” You excitedly said while plopping down on the couch next to Niki. “Yeah, me too.” He smiled. Moments into the movie, you started to cling onto him, starting at the screen in awe. He couldn’t focus on the movie when he has you to stare at for hours. “Niki, you alright?” Your voice startled him, locking his eyes into yours. He just brushed your hairs away from your face and pecked your lips before looking back at the movie with a flustered partner beside him. He didn’t really want to watch the movie but if he gets to watch a movie next to you, he would gladly stay for hours just to be right beside you.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen x female reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay park #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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hiii i love your daemyra series!!! i was wondering if u could write smth with daemyra x reader where the reader often has doubts and insecurities about her relationship with them (if its alright with u i would love if u could write her being plus sized too!!) and she has a breakdown and tries to hide that she cried but they are worried and tell her to tlak and then they just take care of her and reassure her and if u want to maybe some fluffy sex too tysm <33

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much for requesting i’ve been waiting for a daemyra x reader request for like, ever lmao. i’m also so glad you’re enjoying my daemyra series! i absolutely adore writing it and i’m glad i can provide a little bit of content for us!! i loved this request, but i unfortunately don’t write smut so i had to leave that part out. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, getting drunk, possessiveness, mentions of alcohol, tell me if i misses anything!!

Perfect Thing

—-

“I think it’s time for us to leave, hm?” You turned towards you husband with a frown, staring at the amused smile on your lips.

“I wanna dance!”

“You’re drunk.” Rhaenyra rationalized, pulling your chair closer to her to brush hair out of your face, feeling the heat in your cheeks.

“Stop…” You groaned with a smile, blushing like you always did when they touched you. Even after years of being married to them.

“Oh, you dare to tell the heir to the throne what to do?”

“Please, just one dance with Lady Serena? She’s my dearest friend and I haven’t seen her in so long…” You looked at them pleadingly, knowing how to play your husband and wife like a violin.

Everyone knew that Daemon and Rhaenyra were wrapped around their wife’s little finger, but what wrong could their perfect wife do? You deserved anything and everything, and they took it upon themselves it give it to you.

“Go,” Daemon groaned. “But only one. I’m scared you’re going to fall over. Don’t spin too fast!”

But you were already running off into the crowd, finding Lady Serena who let out a squeal when she say you.

Serena was truly your closest friend, being the husband of a Crownlands lord very near to Dragonstone. She often visited the castle you resided in, and a fast friendship formed.

Serena let out a hiccup as she grabbed your hand, tugging you further into the crowd.

You danced with her clumsily, which mostly meant laughing and twirling each other around.

You two didn’t even notice that you had danced out of the crowd until you slammed into a pillar, falling into a fit of laughter.

“Uh-oh. Your- your things are staring at you.”

“What things?”

“Your things! The people that you- your husband and wife!”

“How did you forget the words?”

“I don’t know. Wine?”

“Probably,” you mused with a smile before bidding her goodbye, shuffling just around the edge of the crowd to get back to your Daemon and your Rhaenyra.

The crowd seemed to be swallowing you whole, and some sober part of yourself realized how drunk you were.

“I’m sorry!” You steadied yourself after bumping into someone, a Lannister lord by the lion on his collar.

He glared at you, taking notice of your Targaryen red dress and lack of white hair. But must have recognized you. “Fucking whore,” he sneered and walked away, and you felt the wine in your veins disappear.

You knew your marriage was unconventional, and you tried not to care about the opinions of others. You really did.

As Daemon told you, you were a princess and their wife. Don’t dirty your lips with talk of lies.

But you couldn’t help your mind be planted with dirt, with seeds of doubt flowering in you.

You had been plagued with nightmares of Daemon and Rhaenyra leaving you, of the court shaming you more than they already did.

You felt a hot tear slip down your face.

But your feet had carried you to your husband and wife, so you did your best to wipe the tears away.

“Ready to go? You must be exhausted-” Rhaenyra voice trailed off as she looked up at you, seeing something on your face. “Have you been crying? Did you get hurt? What happened?”

Daemon’s head whipped around from a conversation with a nearby lord, walking toward you hastily.

Rhaenyra stood next to you, looping your arm with yours while Daemon placed a hand under your chin to tilt your face up.

“You’re crying.” His voice was blunt, and that only served to further your shame and embarrassment.

“I’m not.” But the two did not believe you.

—-

You were silent during the walk back to your chambers, Rhaenyra keeping a tight hold on you and looked at you expectantly. You weren’t sure if she thought you were going to fall over crying or what, but her burning stare only made your shame grow.

They cared about you so much, and you couldn’t even believe them.

Rhaenyra let go of you with a hesitant arm, eyes following you and you settled onto the bed. You didn’t bother to take off you dress, simply slipping off your shoes.

The bed dipped a few minutes later, Daemon’s rough hand encompassing your shoulder. He tugged you closer, and you were powerless to resist him.

You laid on your back while he was on his side, looking at you in a way you couldn’t decipher.

“Nothings wrong.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Just tell us, Y/N.” Most of the time Daemon enjoyed a game, but when you were hurt, all of that fell away. Leaving only the serious man you had been fascinated with, never believing that he could be yours and you could be his.

“I’m fine,” you hissed and he let out a dry laugh.

“Don’t be a brat.”

“I’m telling the truth.”

“You’re not-”

“Daemon.” Rhaenyra settled into bed on the other side of you, hair unpinned and flowing around her like a while halo. She looked beautiful, but you were too embarrassed to say anything. “Y/N, my love, please…”

“Nothings wrong!”

She pressed a hand to your cheek, turning your face toward her.

“You can tell us anything. We’ll never get mad at you. Never leave you. Anything, Y/N. Anything.”

And your resolve broke.

Because it was just Rhaenyra, just your Rhaenyra, and how could she ever lie to you?

“T-this- this man, I-I bumped into him and he- he called me a w-whore.”

Rhaenyra’s lips parted in shock, and you could feel Daemon tense behind you.

“He’s a lying cunt and I’ll kill him myself.” Daemon’s low voice in your ear did nothing to calm you, only causing the tears that had not left your eyes to start falling.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s not true. Not true. I promise, sweetness, I promise.” Rhaenyra peppered kisses on your temple, hand still on your cheek in an effort to ground you, bring you back to your body.

Daemon hummed in your ear, a silent prayer to send you back but you were already gone. Untethered. You floated through the sky like a falling ash from a fire, like a leaf blowing in the wind.

“I try so hard not to believe it. I promise I do. But our marriage is… unconventional. I try not to believe it but it’s so hard when everyone else does. It’s so hard.” Sobs filled your voice, and you were surprised you were coherent enough to even have a conversation.

“You’re a princess,” Daemon murmured. “you’re-”

“I’m your wife, yes, I know. I shouldn’t dirty my mouth with lies. But they’re not lies, Daemon. They’re not. They’re not.”

“No, no. Don’t say that, Y/N. Who cares what they think, my love? We love you, and that’s all that matters. Forget about the rest of the world. Fade into us.”

“But I- I don’t even know if I-”

Rhaenyra’s hand curled around your chin, and Daemon wrapped a tight arm around your waist.

“Don’t ever question our love for you. We love you. We love you with all of us. We love you, and we will love you until the fucking sun disappears from the sky. We won’t stop loving you, even in death. If you were to call me from over my grave, I would rise from the dead. I would hear you in death, I would hear you a thousand miles away.”

“I would do anything for you. I will kill anyone for you. I will kill everyone who put these thoughts into your head. I will kill the man who called you such a hateful thing. Viserys may be the king, but he does not rule over my heart. Only you and Rhaenyra have the power over that.”

You let out a deep breath at their words.

“Thank you, you didn’t have too-”

“Don’t.” Rhaenyra murmured with a smile, placing a finger over your lip. “We will always comfort you. Always remind you that we love you. Now let’s get you out of that uncomfortable dress, our sweet little wife.”

“Perfect girl,” Daemon agreed, head dipping to press a hard kiss to the side of your neck.

“Best girl,” Rhaenyra placed a kiss onto your temple.

“Our girl,” Daemon murmured, teeth softly grazing your skin.

—-

Rhaenyra and Daemon slowly helped you out of your dress and corset, occasionally telling you how much they loved a random part of your body.

“I like your stomach best of all, though. Comfortable to lay on when you read to me.”

“The way your hand fits into mine is my favorite.”

“I like your cunt, too.”

“Daemon!”

After you changed into a soft silken nightgown, Daemon and Rhaenyra each shared a long, hard kiss with you. But with their soft touches and sweet words you didn’t need anymore convincing, wouod never need anymore convincing. Your Daemon and your Rhaenyra loved you, and that might be the most perfect thing, not you.

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