#//Sometimes he’ll guide their hand over his chest; or some other place he can find more ‘tolerable’ for them if they Insist on touch

[aleolusor]

Aventurine absolutely loathes being touched without warning or permission, but will always play it off when it happens. He’s well-aware of the fact that people up and think it’s okay with how charming he plays himself out to be, but he’s always left seething each and every time.

[xazse]

Long blurb before I go to bed but thinking about suguru and Satoru with a hybrid KittyGirl!Reader

LISTEN THIS IS NASTY AND SATORU AND SUGURU ARE A LITTLE OOC AND MEAN! AND NOT PROOFREAD!!!! Some things may repeat

I’ll expand on this if y’all want

You are just too adorable constantly squeezing yourself in between them on movie nights or placing yourself dead on top of them even when it’s blazing hot, every attempt to gently nudge you off is met with a little anger and them eventually giving in to the cute expression you make, it’s your attempt to try to dominant them but you don’t realize you aren’t as fearful or scary as you think you are.

Suguru being the most non-childish owner means he has to take on the role of being “mean” as Satoru puts it, when you aren’t listening to either of them, just being a straight up brat he sometimes has to raise his voice, and of course it’s always a last resort! Him and Satoru hate that they have to do that but eventually when you realize how serious they are the waterworks start up. Satoru is immediately cuddling up to you and guiding you to the couch with Suguru in tow, they’re both cooing at you, and offering you small hugs and kisses, all they ask is for you to just listen.

Satoru won’t admit it but he kinda loves when you cry, it drives him wild when those tears fill your eyeline and come abruptly. It makes his cock twitch in a sense, he’ll guide you like always to sit on his lap and tell him all about it, of course he’s sympathetic towards you, but on a rare occasion he’ll start feeling you up lightly, giving you kisses and each kiss he’ll deepen and deepen, until he’s sucking on your tongue, making his poor girl all dizzy and horny.

Suguru’s guilty pleasure is when he’s really worked up in the moment with kissing, he’ll guide your head towards his nipple, it doesn’t take not even a minute before you’re wrapping your pretty lips around one and sucking lightly. He watches you like a hawk through lust lidded eyes, he finds his hands slipping into his sweats and squeezing his cock. You’re making a mess around his nipple, spit slowly making its way down his chest. Suguru begins stroking himself, making sure to pay extra attention to his tip. You notice the way his breathing picks up and your attempt to pull away is met with him pulling your head back to his nipple, you being horny and dumb go right back to sucking.

Satoru teases you by pulling on your tail to get a reaction when he’s really bored, he knows it’ll get you riled up enough to start play fighting with him, you’re biting and nipping at him and he is doing the exact same to you, Suguru steps in and tells you both to quit it, giggling silently when he turns his back and find you both getting quick hits on each other.

Suguru and Satoru love when you’re nice and pliant for them, easily spreading your legs for Suguru so he can finger your cunt, or you easily opening your mouth so Satoru can slowly push his cock in your mouth, he’s gentle at the start to prepare you to take him deeper. He’ll move so you can give attention to his fat balls, groaning lowly on how ur such a good girl for being so obedient.

Sometimes if you’ve been a little too much to handle Satoru and Suguru will do something you hate and love the most, Satoru will bend Suguru over in front of you, slowly pushing onto all fours and into an arch, pulling his pants down to expose his plump ass, You attempt to move towards them but Satorus sharp voice tells you no, and to stay put, he adds on that you aren’t allowed to touch yourself either. Satoru lines his weeping tip up with Suguru’s hole, slowly pushing himself in. They both groan in pleasure, making sure to emphasize just how good the stretch feels to you, Satoru can feel him twitching and needing more and more he’ll give. He begins slipping inside of him and pulling out but not all the way, his hips slam back down and Suguru moans lewdly.

After a while of Satoru fucking Suguru’s tight wet hole, they can see how needy you are, grinding your thighs together to relieve the aching of your pussy, this spurs Satoru on to speed up his pace, Suguru isn’t all there but he is open mouthed panting. You make a slight move, testing Satoru’s wrath, he’s purposefully ignoring you head on, he doesn’t say anything when you begin to move towards Suguru’s head. A Greedy little minx is what you are.

you lift up your pretty dress to expose your panties, a slight purr can be heard lowly coming from you, Satoru knows it’s your way of saying you give up and want attention, very badly. Suguru pulls your bottom half towards his face, spreading your legs as he wastes no time in pushing your sodden panties to the side and licking your cunt, he’s avoiding your clit to mess with you a bit, when you grab a fistful of his hair Satoru is quick to remove it immediately, you don’t get the option to have what you want.

A loud whine slips from your lips, when Suguru continues his assault on your cunt, he’s still torturing you by thinking your clit doesn’t exist. It’ll be a long night filled with tears.

When Suguru is angry he’ll use you like a damn ragdoll, flipping and pinning you down as he fucks his long cock Into your wet pussy, mewling, he’ll even grab the end of your tail and he knows that’ll drive you insane, it’s too sensitive for him to be grabbing with such great force. He wants your orgasm to hurt so bad, and it does, it hits you like a truck, he’s holding you down through it and still moving his hips nonstop. You do sleep so soundly after, looking so peaceful even sometimes drooling.

[bloatedandalone04]

Dating Luke Reiter would include;

Warnings: descriptions of smut, smut, fluff, spoilers for vanishing on 7th street, swearing, kinks galore, mentions of alcohol, badly written headcanons

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

➪This man is kinky af- you all see the handcuffs - so it should come as no surprise that your sex life with Luke is thriving at all times.

➪He usually starts his day by going down on you until he’s nearly late for his segment, or with really slow morning sex - he saves his energy for when he comes home and really gets into it.

➪And by ‘into it’, I mean into it.

➪He’ll have you gripping the sheets as he gets you off with his tongue and fingers before giving you the real thing.

➪And he doesn’t just stop at that.

➪Since he goes on air in the mornings and sometimes afternoons, he has all night to spend with you.

➪Aka he has all night to have you squirming under him, or sometimes on top of him if he feels like letting you take control.

➪Let’s be real; Luke is a dom with an attitude.

➪While he doesn’t degrade you or anything like that, he does mock and tease the fuck out of you.

➪And he has definitely used those cuffs on you more than once.

➪He’d lock your wrists to the headboard and have his way with you, getting you off in all the ways that had you a crying mess for him.

➪Other kinks...this man is very into marking.

➪Whether it’s you leaving red scratches down his back and chest, or it’s him covering your neck and thighs with love bites.

➪He is also lowkey into public sex.

➪By that I mean he has fucked you against the side of countless bar walls after having a bit too much to drink, leading him to take you by the hand and guide you into the alleyway beside the bar so you can find relief in one another.

➪He overstimulates you quite often, with just one orgasm not being enough to satisfy his libido.

➪Mans sex drive is high all the time.

➪He just wants you constantly.

➪In other words, you two have very kinky, very hot sex on the regular.

➪Now; pet names.

➪He calls you baby, pretty girl and even sexy more than he calls you by your actual name.

➪“C’mere, sexy,” has been the lead in line to many nights spent in bed together, and you shamelessly admit that.

➪He’s a secret softie for you and will often come home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers or even a new necklace.

➪While he’s not one of those guys that feel the need to get you something that has his initials on it, he does like to spoil you with gifts you can wear that shows everyone that you’re taken by him.

➪You were together for just under two years before he decides it’s about time he puts a ring on it, and then you are married literal months later.

➪You’re one of those couples that have a big, blown-out wedding picture on the wall above your bed - one that was of him with his arms wrapped around you and a smile that looked more like a smirk on his lips while you looked like something straight out of heaven.

➪He is simply obsessed with you and could not imagine being with anyone else.

➪Since his job requires him to be on TV everyday, you watch every single segment of his; either live, on YouTube later or in real life on the odd days he takes you to work with him.

➪Either way you’re his biggest fan.

➪Whenever he’s not at work, he wants to be with you all the time.

➪He’ll go literally anywhere with you; to the store, the bank, the fucking mall he hates going to, you name it.

➪Since you live close to both your places of work, neither of you have a car and walk everywhere.

➪And you know damn well he has his hand locked with yours or his arm draped over your shoulder whenever you two are walking together.

➪Luke is a sarcastic piece of work, and this has gotten him in trouble quite a few times.

➪Though not often, some of those times are with you, which leads to heated arguments.

➪Your relationship isn’t toxic or problematic by any means, but when you two argue, you a r g u e.

➪He has a temper and has lost it on you more times than he likes to admit, but thankfully you’re understanding of it.

➪Still; he’ll sometimes lash out and leave to go walk it off or get drunk, just to come back home to you hours later to apologize.

➪His coworkers hate you since you had taken the hottest man they had ever seen off the market - something that you take great pride in.

➪Seriously, on the odd day when you go with him to work, the women there will glare at you until you go home.

➪As if they had a chance with him in the first place.

➪Luke was yours from the second he saw you, and that was why he swiftly married you.

➪You don’t get jealous often, since Luke has you under his arm whenever he’s not on air and shows you off to all the channel seven news men.

➪Though it is a rare occurrence, Luke will sometimes take you into the break room or a nearby supply closet just so he can fuck you and make the women even more envious of you.

➪The jealous stares they give you after the two of you walk out with messy hair and crooked clothing was so worth it.

➪There’s that public sex kink again.

➪Luke, on the other hand, didn’t get jealous at all.

➪He knew you were 100% his, so he didn’t feel the need to waste his time getting jealous over guys who would never be able to give you all of the things he did.

➪He will, however, guide you into deep kisses whenever he sees that another guy can’t seem to take his eyes off you.

➪That usually does the trick as the guys quickly leave before Luke could pull away from the kiss.

➪Now, when things start to go to hell one morning; Luke springs into action immediately.

➪You’re, without a doubt, his top priority and he does everything he possibly can to keep you out of the shadows.

➪After seeing someone literally vanish in front of him, he was terrified of the thought of you receiving the same fate, so he makes sure you have a working flashlight and batteries on you at all times as he tries to figure out how the fuck the two of you are getting out of the situation.

➪That’s without mentioning that he literally won’t leave your side, and he resorts to keeping his hand locked firmly in yours with a light source on him at all times.

[lucygraysboy]

billy prides himself in being very observant and empathetic, which means that the second his pale blue eyes spot the frown on lucy gray’s olive features, his heart sinks. “hey,” he gently elbows her, winking to let her know that he’s doing okay now. besides, he kind of did deserve that depressive episode, for how he’d treated her. “what’s your go to song when you’re sad? any new bangers that can end up on the shower cry fest playlist?” it’s meant to be a joke, followed by a light chuckle, but it makes him feel horrible, knowing she most likely spent some time crying because of him. “two talented best friends, how often does that happen? we’re a rare duo, aren’t we?” but then the brief moment of sadness passes, his chest expanding as he pulls her back into him once the dance is over. he’s danced with other girls before, but it’s lucy gray who fits against his body like a glove, who seems to know exactly what he wants to do next and allows him to lead without the awkward pushing and stepping over each other’s feet that sometimes happens to people who are by no means professional dancers. she’s so graceful, floating in the air as she twirls. god, being with her feels like heaven. there’s no place he’d rather be. 

“what? there’s what exactly?” getting distracted when a child runs past them and out into the parking lot, billy instinctively turns his head around just to make sure the mother’s following and is okay with the possibility of her offspring getting squashed like a fly by a snowplow or a truck. clearly, she must be, pushing a toddler in a stroller blindly and without a care in the world as her eyes remain focused on whatever’s happening on the screen of her phone. billy lingers in the doorway a little longer, holding the door open for her, too. he wants to shake his head, but refrains. not his place to judge. “that one’s past savin’, babe. you can’t take back what you said. it’s settled. i’m your horsey and you ride me. it’s perfectly natural to be havin’ these thoughts. no need to be ashamed, love,” he teases, lowering his voice as the door closes behind them. before he can add something, a waitress catches his attention by saying, “hello, welcome to waffle house.” he easily returns her smile and breathes a cordial hi, his fingers finding the small of lucy gray’s back and gently moving her past the center of the counter area and towards a booth near one of the windows, figuring she doesn’t want to sit on a bar stool any more than he does. 

“huh?” it’s his turn to blush furiously, taken aback by her question. how does he explain why he knows this could work? he takes off his beanie and unzips his jacket so that he can remove it as well, pale blue eyes glancing anywhere but at lucy gray, acting as though he’d never been at a waffle house before. he shrugs, figuring if he doesn’t give her a direct answer, she’ll drop it. “why not both?” he quickly realizes that the best way to avoid having the spotlight on himself is directing it right back at lucy gray. the rosiness of her cheeks, the way she stutters and gets all shy — it’s his favorite thing in the world and he’ll milk it if given the chance. he stifles a smirk and slides into the booth, his forearms resting on the table as he leans closer and lowers his voice, “you could have one hand on the wall or headboard, and one in my hair. you know, to keep me from pulling away or guide me where you want me… stuff like that. it’s not acrobatics or —” before he can get into details, they’re interrupted once again by the same waitress who’s greeted them earlier. she brings two laminated menus and asks whether they’d like something to drink.

“oh, okay. i get that.” about being in different moods for different songs, but the part of him listening to always while he was sad does make her frown in sadness of her own that’s what he was doing when they were apart. “thank you, darlin’. and so are you.” smiling sweetly, hugging his arm before eyes fall downwards at him rolling up his sleeve. “that’s one the best compliments in the world.” she brightly smiles in disbelief at seeing the chill bumps on his arm her finger runs over, but pulling his sleeve back down so he doesn’t get cold. lucy gray hugs his arm tighter, it was beyond surreal putting goose bumps on people’s skin when to her she just sung averagely. it meant a lot to her that her voice could affect people so emotionally that way, then. then after letting go, she’s having a lot of fun twirling and dancing around in the snow with him. laughing and smiling until her cold cheeks hurt, in that moment it was like winter time could’ve easily been the best season of all even when spring was her favorite. just because of how caught up she was in the magic of him.

“a-ha. mhm. there it is.” lucy gray hums, no informative knowledge is given to him on what exactly it is she’s found. the built-in nasty boy side to his brain she KNEW lived somewhere in him. the part where he said he’s been looking at her panties her whole life that she didn’t forget should’ve told her that, he’s just a secret little pervert. “well, it ain’t. what else do i call it? CARRIED? my horsey is carryin’ me. i need my pony to have hair, to hold onto him with while he CARRIES me? maybe the specifics is what’s it.” she fumbled for the next words to say, did he just put her, riding and HIS face in the same sentence? “what—?” bambi eyes widen, heat and embarrassment rushing up her back to be shivering to death out here. “my lord. how do you even know this?” of course she wants to know, secretly. but she rather have one of her girl friends to tell her, not him. with him she’d just choke on embarrassment, looking at him in the face while he’s just unashamedly telling her about how to BE there on his face as she already was doing because he was casually saying he doesn’t mind her genitals THERE. god. “i mean….guess i would’ve thought the girl hangs onto the wall or— headboard. i don’t know. i just can’t see…hands in the boyfriends…hair from that…angle. i don’t know.” doe eyes wandered off awkwardly, extremely embarrassed on the inside as the smell of sugar, eggs and maple hits her in the face. THANKFULLY. since they can’t talk about vaginas on faces here. or she thinks.

[h2bakugou]

Helloooo love ur ficsss😌🤌can u maybe do one of the reader noticing Bakugou, Todoroki, kirishima, Sero, and Deku get boners because of the reader✨

a/n: hiiii!!! thank you <3 of course!! this is such a great request bye- i love this

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

headcanon: them getting a boner because of their s/o

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, boners, handjobs, lusting over u cuz the boys are simps <3, one mention of the reader wearing a skirt uniform/having boobs

nsfw under the cut!!

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katsuki bakugou

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You’re third years now. You’re older, mature, and you’ve grown.

Bakugou and you have been together since your first year, but now that your both almost 19, it seems like such a long time ago.

But as you’ve expressed to Bakugou, your third year uniform seem to have gone missing. Whether you’d misplaced it or lost it entirely-it was not in your drawer.

Pulling on the uniform you’d gotten your first year was a struggle. But it miraculously fit. A little more than you’d hope.

While you fit into the skirt, it barely hung past your mid thigh, and the shirt-with the first two buttons undone, had you slightly embarrassed. Hoping to hide it with a tie and your jacket-the only piece to your third year uniform that you’d managed to find-you struggled to find the courage to leave your dorm.

 But you did, and you trudged into the class room, holding your back in front of your thighs, praying no one said anything.

You may have received a few teasing comments from your friends, joking about how awful the outfit looked.

But one pair of eyes never left you.

Bakugou’s.

Staring at you as soon as you entered the room, he was gripping the edge of his desk, blood running all the way to his dick.

It felt wrong to see you like this.

Legs exposed, thighs plush and on display for others to see. Your skin was damn near seeping through that shirt.

“Hey Katsu!” You smiled, sitting in your regular seat behind him. But as soon as you’d sat down, he was tugging you through the halls with him to the nearest lockable closet.

Shoving you inside he started to kiss you roughly, running his hands all over you until you glanced down and noticed the tent in his pants.

“Aw did someone get excited over lil ‘ol me?” You teased, running a hand down his chest, slipping it into his pants.

“Look at you. What were you thinkin?” He growled, lurching forward as your hand began to stroke his cock.

“I couldn’t find my uniform!”

“It’s in my dorm dumbass! You slept over Friday.” Bakugou groaned, locking his lips to your neck.

“Oh yeah, I did.” You giggle. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself at all, he was a mess.

With your hand working at his cock, he was bound to cum in his pants at this point.

But then your hand left, leaving him high and dry at his highest.

“Hey-”

“Stop being so horny.” You placed a kiss on his cheek.

“Meet me in my dorm later.” You winked, leaving him to deal with himself after that.

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shoto todoroki

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Seeing you in his home made him smile. He was a pretty simple guy. You’d moved in with him after graduating from U.A. since his house was huge.

Perhaps warning you for something else

Okay so anyway, just seeing you lounge around his house in his clothes. Maybe you’re trying to get on at more agencies, or doing some work studies with pros, just seeing you sit on the couch talking to Fuyumi in his U.A. grad sweater and a pair of comfy sweat shorts makes him smile.

But when he comes home from either working, or perhaps cleaning up after dinner and sees you lounging in his bed in just one of his shirts he’s rushing to lock the door to his room behind him.

“Hey Sho-”

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands running up your legs as he hovers over you.

You can feel his boner press against your thigh as he trails his kisses down your neck.

You’re smiling as you reach your hands up to touch your boyfriend, slipping them into his pants.

“I love you.” Shoto whispers as you begin to stroke his cock, a few whimpers rolling off his tongue as he hunches over you, your fingers teasing the tip of his dick.

He’s biting your shoulder trying to stay quiet as you jerk him off, and you know he’s close by the way he twitches in the palm of your hand and whines in your ear.

“What got you all excited?” You tease, slowing your movements to prolong his pleasure.

“Y-you.” He mutters, embarrassed. You smile and kiss his cheek, allowing him to finish in his boxers. He’s staring at you with teary eyes as you pull out your hand and lick off his spend from your fingers.

“Should I spend the night in your room tonight then?” 

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eijiro kirishima

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You’re living together after U.A. 

Between having friends over and work, he tries to keep up spending time with you too.

But sometimes he gets carried away.

He can’t help but dream of you at work, usually when he’s stuck doing paperwork or something dull.

His mind drifts to you, in his clothes, or completely naked. 

So of course when you walk into his office completely unannounced in something sexy, he’s straining himself as his cock struggles in his tight pants.

“Hey Kiri!” You smile, holding a lunch wrapped in a shade of crimson similar to his hair.

“H-hey beautiful!” He’s biting his bottom lip as he stares at you. It’s hard to focus after the daydream he’s just had about fucking you, and now you’re standing in his office wearing something so-

“You forgot your lunch at home hun.” You say sweetly as you walk over and place it on his desk. He’s trying to scoot up further but you catch a glance of his excitement before he can hide it.

You can’t really place when the last time you actually had sex was, you’d both been so busy.

Standing behind him and leaning an arm down to free his cock from his pants, you place a few kisses on his ear down to his cheek.

“Are you free tonight?” You ask quietly as you begin to stroke his cock. Kirishima’s mouth hangs open as he grips the edge of his desk, nodding feverishly.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He mumbles, your fingers gliding over the head of his cock. You smile and shake your head.

“I can tell. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home.” You give him a few more strokes before pulling your hand away, moving to kiss him tenderly on the lips.

He whines as you pull away. He kisses back with a passion, wishing he could just take you over his desk.

“Wear the red one.” He calls to you as head toward the door.

“And thank you for the lunch.” He smiles.

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hanta sero

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Ah Sero, Sero, Sero.

This man gets hard at like simple things-KSFSKFK

It’s not a bad thing by no means, like 

He just loves you it’s so sweet.

But particularly, during a movie night, you’re cuddled up on him, laying on his chest as he rubs your back.

You’re not wearing any pants, just underwear and one of his silly little graphic tees.

Your legs are warm, your head is on his chest. He’s foaming at the mouth because all he has to do is glance down your back and he can see your ass.

It makes him harder than a rock.

You can feel him get hard, but you decided to tease him.

Shifting just to tease his cock as it prods at your legs, he’s only wearing some boxers and a tee shirt too.

But he knows you know when you whimper as his cock ruts against you.

You’re sitting up and resting on his hips as you trail a hand down to his boxers, pulling his cock out as you begin to jerk him off.

You’re not even batting an eye as you continue to watch the movie, your boyfriend moaning underneath you as he palms at your hips, maybe reaching them up to tease your nipples or moving them down to squeeze your ass.

He’s cumming in a matter of minutes as you smile and glance down at him, feeling his spend run down your hand.

“So horny.” You tease, leaning down to kiss him as he grins.

“Only for you.” He responds. 

He’s hard again when he watches you lick his cum off of your hand, and he’s ready for round two. This time it’s your turn.

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izuku midoriya

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Deku is quite easy to fluster, but he usually knows when to be serious if he’s in let’s say a public setting.

However, if there’s a lockable room he may not be as serious.

He’ll probably get hard in a similar way to Sero-that sounded weird i-

I MEAN LIKE the situation. please 

You’re laying in bed listening to him talk about hero stuff or maybe about something he learned.

You’re laying on him, in one of his baggy shirts with nothing on underneath. In your defense you were getting ready to shower.

He pulled you onto the bed and tried to say on topic, but with you just looking so innocent as you lay on your stomach, your bare ass on display for him to glance at as he tells his stories, he’s turning red and fumbling with his words as his cock begins to strain against his shorts.

It’s so easy to tell he’s horny. He’s suddenly embarrassed to talk about things, or he finds it hard to maintain eye contact.

You sit up and can’t help but notice the tent in his shorts. It’s hard to not miss.

“Izu, are you okay?” You ask innocently as you position yourself between his legs, running your hands up his thighs until you can hook your fingers under the waistband of his shorts.

“I-I I’m great! What are you-”

His breath is stolen as you begin to stroke his cock in your hand, bringing your lips forward to kiss the head teasingly.

He’s gripping the sheets as you jerk him off, toying with him as you call him horny and naughty.

“I love you.” He mumbles in between moans and whimpers. You reply with an I love you before he cums, making a mess all over his shorts and your hand.

“You should come shower with me.” You wink, pulling him off of the bed as you guide him to the bathroom.

“Yeah!” He smiles, his heart swelling a little more because of you.

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masterlist

[silv3rswirls]

Comforting their s/o when they cry (Ateez)

Note: Some of the members came out short than others based on the scenarios I picked for them

Tike taken: about 30 minutes/unedited

♡Seonghwa♡

Crying over an argument

You and Seonghwa were busy people. You worked part-time and went to school, while Seonghwa could often get caught up with KQ and Ateez. So, spending time together could be hard to find at times. But you made it work, mainly by trying to plan things the best you could around Seonghwa’s schedules. Most of the time it worked out, but lately, it hasn't. You just couldn’t cancel and reschedule all the important events coming up and unfortunately, your dates with Seonghwa had suffered.

That’s why both of you were standing around in the dorm bickering at the moment. Seonghwa wanted to go out with you tomorrow afternoon, but you were swamped. “Can’t you reschedule it?” He asked again, “I want to take you out.”

“I can’t” you pressed, “I really can’t miss this, I’m sorry.”

“But you keep saying that, we haven’t spent time together in weeks.” He frowned, frustration building in his voice. “Can’t you cancel? Do you just not want to spend time with him?”

“I always cancel!” You snapped, “I always reschedule so we can be together, so don’t say I don’t want to spend time with you!”

A thick silence fell between the two of you and you hadn’t even noticed your tears until Seonghwa came to brush them away. “I try really hard to accommodate you, and I don’t mind, but sometimes I just can’t, okay?”

Seonghwa wore a guilty expression as he took in your glassy eyes and stressed demeanor. “I’m sorry...do you really plan everything around me?”

You nodded, “I want nothing more than to go out with you all the time, but sometimes things are just too much, okay? I’m sorry I can’t go tomorrow-”

He hushed you, “don’t apologize, I shouldn’t be so persistent in your rescheduling.” He rubbed comforting circles on your hand as he held it, “just forget about tomorrow, let’s just enjoy the time we have together right now.”

♡Hongjoong♡

He's late for a date

Seeing you slowly descend into tears as he tried to explain why he was late hurt. He hadn’t meant to get caught up at work, but he had and your evening date had momentarily slipped his mind. Hence why he was nearly thirty minutes late. He had found you, bored on your phone as you kept up the waiting. He had swopped in with apologies and excuses, but hearing them only made you sadder than you already were. It wasn’t the first time he had forgotten, in fact, you almost expected it. It didn’t make things sting any less, so as you listened to him explain how he had gotten so caught up in work you felt the sting of tears building in your eyes, unable to hold them in as you choked back a sob.

“Don’t cry!” Hongjoong had pressed himself closer to you. It truly took him off guard, seeing as you were also so understanding of these kinds of things. “Don’t cry, I’m sorry.” It tore him up to see you crying because of him, but his heart broke when he heard you mutter than it was to be expected of him as you tried to wiggle free. His hold on you grew lax as he looked back on all the times he had done this. With a pang of guilt in his chest, he realized that he had come to expect you to accept his apologies and excuses, accidentally taking advantage of your usual kind and supportive energy.

He waits until the two of you are outside, following you to your car. “Just go home, I don’t feel like doing anything anymore.” You sniffled, fishing your keys from your bag.

He nodded but went in for another hug, wrapping his arms tight around your body and pressing his face into your shoulder. “I’ll do better” he mutters, “I promise, I’m so sorry for tonight.” Tentatively he rubs away whatever tears are left in your eyes and kisses your forehead, “text me when you get home, okay?”

You nod with a small smile, sharing one more hug before heading off.

♡Yunho♡

Crying of frustration

Yunho immediately brought you in for a hug when he noticed your frustration spilling into tears. You had been working on your schoolwork the past few hours, studying and preparing for your exams while he watched a movie beside you. You had been turning your mind over and over trying to understand the material in front of you, but every time you tried to work it out you found yourself either wrong or too lost to keep going. Frustration set in early as you tried to keep going, but as you did so your eyes clouded with tears and they escaped right as Yunho came back with a snack for the of you.

“Awe, baby don’t cry” he cooed, arms tight around you as he pulled you away from your work. He could understand being so overwhelmed and frustrated, but seeing your break down into tears over it tugged his heartstrings harder. “It’s okay, just take a break.” He squeezes you tight, almost like he was trying to squeeze your frustration away. He made you take a long break, have some water, and a snack to relax. In the end, he sat by your side and helped you through it, a bit lost as well but eager to help you. He keeps his arm around you the whole time.

♡Yeosang♡

A pet passes away

Yeosang had no idea what to do when you tearfully explained how your beloved family pet had passed away the previous day. You had come to him with teary eyes but as you explained the situation further you broke down to full sobs. His eyes grew wide as you broke down, understandably so. “I’m sorry” he spoke softly, taking your hand gently and guiding you to sit down. Losing a pet could be so painful, he just wanted to take all your pain away.

He knew he couldn’t just make it disappear, so he let you get it all out on his shoulder. Rubbing your back and handing you tissues. Yeosang wants to be there for you all he can, despite being a little jumbled and awkward with his actions at times. He makes sure you cuddle up close with him, petting through your hair and reminding you of all the good memories with your pet. He wants you to smile back on all the good things.

♡San♡

Watching a sad movie

With a storm raining outside, you and San had chosen to settle down for the evening with a movie. Cuddled under a blanket with snacks and light conversations as the movie San picked at random ran through its time. You had liked the movie at first, a kind of coming-of-age film as it slowly went through the main character’s life with her friends and family.

It was towards the end where you found your face heating up with tears. The main character was reminiscing in her old age of her youth and all the people that impacted her life, focusing heavily on one of her childhood friends that she had a falling out with. They had never spoken again, going separate ways in life seemingly not missing the other. It ripped at your heartstrings a bit too personally as you were only reminded of an old friend you had drifted from. As the credits rolled and you sat with old memories you could feel your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Baby?” San was caught off guard to find you crying. You explained how close to home it had hit you, and San scrambled to change it to something happier to take your mind off of it. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have picked a sad one.” He frowned, holding on to your tightly. Even long after your tears stopped he keeps you in his arms, cuddling and talking sweetly with you for the rest of the night.

♡Mingi♡

Overwhelmed

Mingi’s go-to had been to scoop you up in a bear hug. He knew with just how hard you had begun to break down that it wasn’t just over breaking a glass. He listened to you desperately try to explain how it was so much more than the glass, how hard you had been trying to hold everything in the past month or so. He clings to you for the rest of the day, encouraging you to let everything out and cry as long and hard as you need to. He’ll be there for you through it all.

“Come to me whenever you need.” He assures you that it’s okay, he wants to hear about all your worries and frustrations. The both of you lay down, cuddling as you recount how emotionally blocked you had been. Talking away all the big worries on your mind as Mingi listened to every word. He keeps his arms tight around you.

♡Wooyoung♡

Not knowing why

Wooyoung had come home excited to see you after a long day. He had many things stored away to tell you about, questions about your day, about your next date, anything that had come to mind during the day. Eagerly he found you in bed, the big smile on his face slowly fading as he noticed your quiet crying. He tones his energy down and sits beside you. Carefully he runs a hand over your back, catching your attention as you turn over to face him. “What happened?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know...I just needed to cry I guess.” You seem upset, unable to figure out exactly why or what you were crying over. Seeing your boyfriend’s brow knit in confusion and a small pout taking his lips only made you cry more. You had buried your face into his thigh, but Wooyoung wasted no time crawling under the covers with you. “It’s okay” he soothes, an arm around your waist as the other rubs away your tears, poking and pinching at your cheek in an attempt to get you to smile. “Sometimes we just need to cry, it’s okay.”

♡Jungho♡

Stress

“Everything’s fine, I’m here.”

Jongho had been with you when you began to break down. He was sitting on the sofa of your place as you pace around, on the phone with work as major changes were taking place. Watching you frantically scribble down dates and notes, anyone could easily tell how stressed you were getting.

When you finally hung up, standing over the table quietly and playing with your pen he got up to check on things. He found you rereading everything you hastily scribbled down, chewing your lip as you tried not to start crying. Between school and work, you were feeling nothing but stress and worry over how things would turn out in the coming days.

“I-I’m sorry” you hiccuped, rubbing your eyes. Jongho hadn’t known what to do at first, but he’s quick to let you wrap your arms around him and try to compose yourself. He strokes your hair, again muttering that it was okay to cry on his shoulder like this. “We’ll figure it out together, okay?” He keeps an eye on you even when you break away and takes a few deep breaths.

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

[echo-of-sounds]

pregnancy

Small headcanons of how Aizawa, Toshinori, Hizashi, Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog would be through your pregnancy.

I don’t write about giving birth (as I’m mildly terrified of doing so) so I didn’t add anything about that. Please don’t ask for me to. And even though I’m not interested in getting pregnant, I think I’d be okay with it if Kugo or Ryo were the father.

EDIT: I love picturing all of these men with little girls. It’s just so cute!

Warnings: uh, pregnancy

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta isn’t one to jump for joy when you tell him. However, you will get to see his handsome smile when he grabs your waist, breathing out a light laugh of happiness as he tightly hugs you. His smile won’t disappear for a while. Every time he glances at you, one simply finds its way onto his face.

It may not be by a whole lot, but his behavior changes. Just a little. When you’re out and about, his hand finds its way to your back or elbow much more often, particularly in a crowd. It’s the paternal instincts kicking in. His favorite cuddling position, laying between your legs with his head on your stomach, becomes harder the farther along you are. He adjusts to laying behind you, keeping a hand on your tummy throughout the entire night.

Shouta hides his worries well. Even the people closest to him have a tough time telling what exactly is going on with him. Sometimes, it’s a good thing. He’s a stable person to lean on. But it’s difficult to deal with when you’re hormonal and emotional. He pushes himself so hard to speak more. There’s no way of him understanding everything you’re going through, but when he opens up, he can tell just how much you appreciate it during the tough times. So he does it near-daily, checking in with each other before bed.

He hates how busy his life is. Well, he’s always kind of hated it. Now it’s worse because his partner’s pregnant, and he’s stuck in a room with screaming children when he should be bringing you to your appointments. Shouta attempts to make up for the absence by heading home every night and helping around the house more. Step in. Explain how you value his help, but also need him to relax. If he gets overworked, that would only stress you more.

Shouta changes his eating habits and fitness routines. He wants you to eat well for yourself and your child. He wants you to keep exercising for yourself and your child. He simply wants your body to be healthy. Don’t grumble because he’ll throw your complaining back in your face when the Lamaze coach explains how important physical health is. But don’t worry, his cute smile makes up for the teasing.

Yagi Toshinori

Toshinori is starstruck. Too many thoughts flood and fight. He loves children and has always wanted a family. Being able to father one with you is indescribable. And he never thought the universe would grant any of that. On the flip side, his fear is also undefinable. People know who he is now; who knows what’s out there, waiting to expose All Might’s weakness. The rapid thoughts may bring a tear or two. Cup his face and kiss them away, reassuring him that everything’s okay.

The fears follow him throughout your pregnancy. Like all things (with you and him), there are good days and bad days. His emotions ramp-up during your emotional and physically unwell days. He tries his best to push them down to focus on you. But they eventually end up spilling over. It’ll be common for both of you to cry at the end of the day, snuggled together, talking about the future, worries, and anticipations.

In general, Toshinori isn’t that protective. He trusts you and your abilities. Just because you’re pregnant, doesn’t mean you’re suddenly disabled. You can still do things. Although, he does become a bit of a helicopter. Whenever you bend over to pick up a bag, he beats you to it. He swoops the laundry basket from your hands, claiming, ‘You shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,’ despite it not even being ten pounds. He’s just very watchful of your movements.

He’s very active in dieting, doctor’s appointments, and planning. He eats well, so it’s easy for him to aid you in that respect. For doctors, he has quite a lot of contacts and knows many doctors from his time in the hospital. He asks around, only accepting the best for you. Planning, shopping, and setting up the nursery are his favorite parts. He loves choosing the sweetest colors, softest blankets, and, of course, all the adorable All Might onesies, toys, and superhero books he can find. The nursery is set up perfectly.

Toshinori doesn’t admit how incredibly your pregnant body enchants him. It isn’t always a horny, sexual need. It’s about admiring your body and what it’s creating. He just wonders at you. All the time. Sometimes the changes may make you feel insecure. He’s always there to listen and assure you how amazing your body is. If you want cuddles and kisses, he’ll give them with a smile. If you want gentle lovemaking, he guides you onto your back and gives you exactly what you want.

Yamada Hizashi

Expect a loud song of love, a bear hug, and jumping for joy when you tell him. Hizashi loves kids. He thinks they’re amazing and say some of the greatest things. And he’s beyond excited to see their quirk. Of course, it doesn’t mean he’ll love them any less if they’re born quirkless. He just loves imagining a little one with a similar quirk running around your place.

He is all about redecorating and planning. The entire apartment is getting babyfied and rearranged. The nursery will be beautifully painted. He regularly comes home with cute outfits and stuffed animals. Partly, it’s because he’s just so excited. The other part is he wants you to relax through the pregnancy. No stress, pressure, and unnecessary burden on your shoulders. He’s there to make sure everything goes as smoothly as possible.

Hizashi doesn’t just spoil your unborn child; he spoils you, buying you those pregnancy pillows, your favorite ice cream, driving you everywhere, etc… He just hates how much time his jobs take. He’d rather spend his time with you. To help, he’ll ask for time off of patrols, choosing to be closer with you, physically, mentally, and emotionally, during your pregnancy.

In the later months, Hizashi is all over you. Seriously, he will not leave you alone. He’s very handsy, kneading and licking your swollen, sore breasts, and stroking your belly. Your body, and everything it’s doing, is utterly gorgeous to him. He’ll suck away, gently nursing on your nipple while dozing off to Tv, occasionally switching to the other so it isn’t left needy.

Toyomitsu Taishiro

When you tell Taishiro, you’ll only be able to get out a few words before you’re lifted off your feet and spun around. He smooches all over your face, laughing and cheering about how amazing and perfect and stunning you are. You’ll have to ask to be put down lest you get sick from all his spinning. But his compliments keep coming. They won’t dwindle for a while. There’s just too much love in his body to keep inside.

Whatever you’re craving, no matter if it’s pineapple dipped in ketchup, he gives without complaint. He may try some of your odd combinations. Who knows? You could be on to something new. At the same time, he also watches out for your health. The cravings suck. He understands that. He truly does. But if you ate something sweet/not as healthy for lunch, then he plans a healthy dinner for you. Your body’s going crazy. It needs its nutrients.

Your worries are always taken seriously. It could be the most absurd thing to be anxious over. Tai always listens. His cute smile and never-ending positivity help a ton. Your body and brain are going through a lot. He’ll do his part to validate all your feelings. He talks down the anxieties as you eat pickles on ice cream, making sure you are and feel heard.

Since he works one job compared to the others, he’s able to be with you much more, notably during the hard-to-handle days and at appointments. And he picks up extra chores so you can rest through aches and pains. Any choices you make regarding your pregnancy and birth, he supports. He may not agree with everything, but he loves you, and it’s your body. He’ll always put your comfort and wishes first.

Tai treasured your tummy before. But now, seeing you growing with his child, he’s absolutely enraptured. He places nightly and morning kisses on your belly. When he wakes you up, his kisses trail down to the bump. Every night, he rubs lotion into your tummy, kissing and cooing to his child. It doesn’t matter if you’re only one week pregnant, and it’s just a clump of cells in there. Tai still sings to them.

Gang Orca

Kugo is in disbelief when you tell him. He freezes, staring, hardly hearing your words. Give him five minutes. He’ll process what you said and snap back to the present. Watch out because you’re going to get lifted high into the air and maybe tossed like a father does a baby. He’s just practicing. It’ll only take one or two days for him to slip into paternal mode. It’s damn near instinct for him.

As per usual, he’s a gentle paragon behind closed doors. Throughout your pregnancy, he melts into a puddle of sweet honey. His overall affection skyrockets. His hands and claws are as tender as possible whenever they touch you, doing whatever you need him to: massaging your back and legs, rubbing lotion all over, or brushing your hair. He reassures you through tears. He prepares healthy meals that satisfy your cravings. And he holds you all night, keeping you safe on his chest and in his arms.

Kugo goes to every single checkup and appointment. It doesn’t matter if it’s just an ordinary visit to your primary care doctor; he calls out of work and goes with you. At any ultrasounds, expect a few tears, especially when you hear the heartbeat for the first time. He holds them in until you’re alone. The second the door closes, his forehead is nudging yours as small, loved-filled tears fall. He never thought he’d get a family. Part of him thought he didn’t deserve a family, but you’ve proven that false repeatedly.

The farther along you are, the more he watches out for you. He checks in every morning to make sure you took your medicine and vitamins. He washes you so you don’t strain yourself. If you’re waddling, he offers his arm for support and helps you stand. If your back hurts, he applies a heating patch to your lower back and puts your shoes on for you. If you need it, he can carry you to the car and into where you’re going.

As does everyone, Kugo has doubts about his quirk and abilities. People have always viewed those with mutations differently. And it can affect their health, leading to numerous doctor visits and tests. He doesn’t want his baby to deal with the staring, whispers, self-doubts, and distress he did. To support him, talk in detail about his fears and help him realize he’s never disappointed you or hurt anyone. Kugo’s exactly how he should be.

Hound Dog

Ryo doesn’t have a tail, but you’ll definitely see a little happy wiggly before he hugs you. The following week, he keeps you close as he acts differently: rubbing up against you to ensure you smell like him, touching your nose with his, lapping along your neck, sleeping incredibly close, and occasionally smelling between your legs, licking the air around there to smell better. It’s awkward, almost weird, since it isn’t average ‘human’ behavior. But if you love him, let him do it. Please. Understand his nose works differently. It reassures and comforts him to smell you, checking in to see if anything’s changed.

Ryo gets protective when you’re on your period: When you’re pregnant, it’s so, so incredibly worse. He hovers, grumbling low at those walking by. Others barely hear it. It’s intense enough for you to feel it when he’s behind you. He doesn’t like people running up to you, or startling you, or roughhousing or playing in any way. He’s lenient with children, less with teens. Women get a deep growl and scowl. God help any man that approaches you. You might have to have him wear his Hero outfit’s muzzle until you give birth. Though, that might not help because then he’d be protective of two people.

It’s only the teensiest amount better at home. He makes you rest, almost too much. After work or some time outside, he shuffles you to the couch so you can’t overwork yourself. He’s a pleasant change of pace from his typical gruff self. However, as great as he is at the physical needs, he still struggles with the emotional aspects. You can cry on his shoulder, complain, and talk about your worries all you need to. He’s just a bit clunky when it comes to reciprocating the soft emotions. But he puts all his heart into it, and it’s easy to tell.

Ryo is also one who loves pregnancy sexy. You’re swollen and sensitive, and he loves watching your breasts bounce, maybe even leak a little depending on how far along you are. And since you’re already pregnant, he releases and stays inside. After, he lays behind you, keeping himself deep in you despite being flaccid, just feeling how wet and aroused and full you are because of him. When the heated moment is finally done, he licks you clean, nearly getting drunk off your smell.

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Crush

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 3,349 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Crushes, Fluff and smut, Rough sex, Unprotected sex, Manhandling Summary: Hotch has had a crush on the new member of his team for as long as he can remember. He keeps his distance, but he knows everything about her—her favorite snacks, how she takes her coffee. They share a room on a case, and at first, he's nervous, but being around her is comfortable, and he longs for more. Is it possible she feels the same way about him? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below!

Aaron has a crush on the newest member of his team. There’s no use denying it, or trying to compartmentalize it and pretend it doesn’t exist; it’s inappropriate, irresponsible, and just plain stupid, but he can’t talk himself out of it no matter how hard he tries. He is completely infatuated with her, whether he likes it or not.

And he does like it, sometimes. Sometimes, she will catch his eye on the jet, or in the office, shoot him a soft smile, and his heart beats fast, his chest feels warm. He thinks, I might never get to be with her, but she does think of me, and that’s something, at least.

Sometimes, he hates it, especially times like these, when they’re all on the jet and Morgan is using every ounce of his charm and charisma, the easy smile he doesn’t think twice about flashing, to try to get her to go out on a date with him. She hasn’t accepted the offer yet, and he’s been trying for about five months, almost the entirety of her career at the BAU, but that doesn’t make Aaron feel any better.

He knows Morgan very well. He’ll convince her eventually, and even if it doesn’t go anywhere, he’ll think about the two of them together all the time and never be able to stop. It will take his (mostly) innocent crush to a darker place, a place of anger and jealousy he’s not proud of, but has no control over.

“I would take you on the most incredible date of your life, mama. Dinner, dancing, a moonlit stroll; we go out for a couple of drinks, maybe I'll try to steal a kiss...”

“Maybe I’ll punch you in the face...” she says with a smirk, but he knows flirting when he hears it, and her threat carries no weight. Morgan shrugs, grins.

“Maybe, but I can take a punch. You need a man, and I am fully prepared to be that man; one little love tap won’t stop me.” She raises her eyebrows, looks over at him with narrowed eyes.

“Okay, first thing’s first: I don't do love taps, I do right hooks, so don't tempt me. Second, I don’t need a man, I want a man, and not just any man will do. When I want something, I want something specific. If I want dessert—”

Cherry cheesecake, Aaron thinks. He’s seen her order it three times, is slightly obsessed with the sound she makes when she takes the first bite.

“—I want cherry cheesecake or nothing. Not chocolate, not strawberry. If I want a glass of wine—”

Pinot Grigio if she wants white, Merlot if she wants red—she almost never wants red.

“—I want Pinot Grigio or nothing. If I have to have red, I’ll order Merlot, but I won’t be happy about it. When we’re on a case and I can’t sleep, and I come out to stare at the vending machine for a midnight snack—”

She either gets peanut butter crackers, or barbeque chips. That’s an easy one. Morgan has to know that.

“—I’ll get barbeque chips, or peanut butter crackers, or nothing. I am uncompromising when it comes to the things I want. So, Derek Morgan,” she says with a smirk, and a bit of attitude; it only makes Morgan smile brighter, and Aaron refrains from rolling his eyes, “when I want a man, I want a specific type of man, and I won’t be worn down no matter how many times you ask me out.”

“And what specific type of man do you want?” he asks, crossing his arms. Everyone is paying attention to their conversation, even Aaron, though he tries to pretend he isn’t.

“Well for starters, a man. You’re acting like a guy right now, and I’m not interested in guys.” JJ says ooh, burn, and everyone laughs. “I want a man who knows who he is, even if who he is isn’t pleasing to everyone. I want a man who isn’t afraid to feel vulnerable, who can be tender, who doesn’t run from a situation just because it makes him emotional. I want a man who pays attention to me when it counts, not just when he wants something. I want a man who will respect my boundaries,” she says, a little pointed, “who will help me grow but not try to change me. Most importantly, I want a man who can handle me, and I don’t think you can handle me.”

Aaron blinks hard at that. He’s pretty certain he could handle her, absolutely wants to.

“Alright, I can’t argue with a woman who knows what she wants, and it’s obvious you know what you want,” Morgan says, palms up in surrender. “Let me know when you find the lucky guy—man—so I can warn him about you.”

“Baby, I am the warning,” she says with a wink, and Aaron shifts in his seat.

It’s going to be a long flight to California. When they get to the hotel, JJ hands out the room assignments as usual, and he’s very surprised when she hands her a key out of the envelope marked 313, and then does the same for him. JJ shrugs.

“They didn’t have any singles, I guess. We’re all doubled up.” The other woman adjusts her bag on her shoulder, looks up at him.

“Is that a problem? I promise I won’t disturb you,” she says with a smile, and he shakes his head and, hopefully, his nervousness.

“No, of course it’s not a problem. Thanks, JJ. Looks like we’re this way,” he says, guiding her down the hall.

Their room is a little cramped, but clean, and he takes the bed closest to the door, sets his bag on it. She walks past him, throws her bag on the other bed and puts her hands on her hips, stares down at the ground. It takes him a moment to understand why.

“We could probably move your nightstand against the wall, share the one in the middle.” She looks up, confused, and he rubs the back of his neck. “You need room to lay down your yoga blanket, right? I know you’ve mentioned before that it helps put you to sleep when we’re traveling.” A brilliant smile curves across her face.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I was trying to figure out. Thanks.” He moves to help her, but she lifts the table easily, tucks it in the corner between the desk and the lamp. She rolls out her blanket, pulls an outfit out of her bag. “I’m just going to get changed, and then the bathroom is all yours; I’ll be out of your hair.”

“It’s no trouble,” he says, and he means it; she just nods and smiles again, ducks into the bathroom to change her clothes.

Her outfit is… it’s tight, for lack of a better description, a strappy sports bra and patterned leggings; she does a lot of bending, and stretching, and balancing, her body strong and sleek. He tries to go about his business, but he can’t stop looking.

Once he’s finally able to convince himself to look away, lest she get suspicious of his inactivity, he changes his clothes, takes off his watch and sets it beside his gun, badge, and phone on his side of the nightstand. He pulls out his tablet to get caught up on the news, and it’s actually kind of comforting, the soft hum of her breathing the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.

He doesn’t realize she’s finished until she walks around between the beds, grabs her badge off the nightstand and slides her credit card out from behind her photo ID. “Heading to the vending machine; need anything?” she asks, and he shakes his head—he already brushed his teeth—earning one of her soft smiles.

She grabs her key, slips out the door, and returns a few minutes later with a pack of peanut butter crackers and a bag of peanut M&Ms—his guilty pleasure. She tosses them onto the bed beside him, and her lips twitch, and she strolls into the bathroom and turns on the shower.

He eats his M&Ms and does not imagine what she looks like wet.

Ultimately, he’s happy she was so thoughtful to bring him a snack, but that does mean he needs to brush his teeth again. The bathroom door is open, steam wafting out, so he figures it’s safe to enter while she finishes getting ready for bed. She’s standing at one of the double sinks, wrapped up in a fluffy white towel, brushing her teeth, and he steps up beside her and prepares to do the same.

It’s pleasant, companionable, the familiar sounds of scrape-scrub-spit, and then she washes her face with some foamy, herbal scented concoction he couldn’t begin to identify. He washes his with soap and a little hot water, and she cringes; he frowns.

“What is it?” he asks, toweling off. She hesitates a moment, then flicks open a blue bottle, squeezes a bit of cream into her hands, and lifts them toward his face, pausing with a question in her eyes. He swallows, but leans in closer, and she rubs it over his cheeks, his chin, his forehead.

“Soap like that isn’t good for your skin, not even for guys, and I figured you don’t moisturize. This stuff is unisex, and it will keep you looking young and fresh and handsome; you can have this one, I’ve got more.” She pulls back, washes her hands, and he’s left kind of dazed, longs for the feel of her hands on his face again. That was an unexpected, but very welcome, thing. The next morning, he’s up early, so he showers and gets dressed and then heads down to the lobby for some coffee and a paper. He grabs two cups, stacks them in his hand when he goes to unlock the door to their room; she is awake when he returns, freshly dressed, hair pulled back, and she takes the coffees from his hand before he spills them everywhere.

“Thanks. The one on the left is for you; two sugars,” he says offhand, grabbing his cup and setting it down on the nightstand, flipping open the paper. He sits down on the edge of the bed closest to the nightstand, doesn’t notice her smile, but she settles on her bed across from him, sips her coffee, and reaches up to pull the sports section out from between his fingers. He maybe cracks a smile of his own. That evening, they get back to the room a little cranky, another late night full of dead end leads, and she skips yoga and heads straight for the shower. The blissfully hot water feels good against her skin, and she thinks about touching herself, but it wouldn’t be appropriate, not with Hotch just outside the door.

The thought only makes her hotter, but still, she refrains.

When she’s wrapped up in her towel, she pushes open the door like the night before, starts brushing her teeth, and it’s not long before Hotch fills the space beside her, copying her actions. She washes her face, and he washes his with soap again—so, so wrong—but at least he uses the moisturizer she gave him afterward. Baby steps.

He leaves the room, and she follows him out to grab her pajamas, sees a bottle of water and a bag of barbeque chips laying on her bed.

Enough is enough, she thinks. She wasn’t sure, until they shared this room, but now she’s 100% certain that Hotch has a thing for her, and she’s harboring her own thing, which is stupid. If she wants him (she really, really does) and he wants her, why aren’t they naked already?

Thankfully, that’s easily remedied. She drops her towel, and Hotch looks up from his tablet, drops his jaw.

“I’ve been thinking about last night; how shy you were about our sharing a room. It made me wonder if you’re shy about other things, too.” She walks around her bed, stands between them, presses her fingers to his tablet to push it down, out of his hands. “Are you shy, Hotch?”

“No,” he says roughly, making no effort to conceal the way his eyes sweep over her naked body. She’d blush, but she’s not the blushing type.

“No?” She climbs up, settles in his lap—he’s tenting his boxers already and it makes her feel awesome—and his hands fall to her thighs, spread around him, squeezing roughly. She moans, rolls her hips slowly. “Do you think you can handle me, Hotch? I’m kind of a lot.”

He answers with his hands, grabs her face and pulls her down for a long, dirty, messy kiss. Her chest is heaving by the end of it, and she’s definitely leaving a wet patch on his underwear, she’s so fucking horny. He tips her back, so she’s laying against the sheets, tugs off his shirt, and drapes himself on top of her, tilts her head to the side so he can get his mouth on her neck.

“Oh my god, mmm,” she sighs as he sucks on her throat, grinding his clothed dick against her, and she moves her hands down to sweep them over his body, but he grabs them, pins them up by her head instead. “Fuck, Hotch.” It leaves her mouth as a trembling gasp, and he looks up at her, his eyes dark and hard; he growls out a command for her to stay—she’s sure as shit not going for a damn stroll any time soon—and leans up, pushes his boxers down, and flips her body over.

She’s laying a little sideways, kind of lined up with the bottom corner of the bed—it always makes her feel like a complete whore to fuck anywhere but right up against the pillows, so this alone is enough to get her super hot. He gets both broad palms on her ass, squeezes her hard enough to hurt (and damn if that doesn’t make her pussy drip) and then slowly slides his fingers over her slit, making her toss her head back and groan.

“Oh, yeah. So, so good,” she sighs as he rubs her, spreads her wetness between her lips, over her clit and her mound so she’s sticky and soaked and begging for more, and then he plants his hands on either side of her and thrusts in so hard she has to dig her fingers into the sheets or she’ll go skidding off the bed. “Holy fuck,” she gasps, clutching for dear life as he slams inside roughly and deeply, but so slow it’s almost torture.

“So how am I handling you?” he asks, low into her ear, leaning in to press his chest heavily against her back, rolling his hips and grinding where he’s seated deep. He pulls out almost all of the way and then slams back in so quickly her whole body stutters forward, and her head’s empty, no thoughts but my boss is fucking me and my boss is fucking me good.

She just pants in reply, and he repeats that motion over and over, fast, nearly withdrawing just to fill her until his balls slap against her; she feels filthy, and amazing, and a little pissed it took them this long to do this, and she comes screaming his name, yanking so hard at the bedding that she pulls the fitted sheet right off the mattress.

He keeps pumping inside her, and she clenches around him, moans. He grunts, leans in to nibble her ear. “That’s my girl. Can you handle me?”

“My god, yeah.” She wants to, at least; she’s never been fucked this good in her life, so she’s honestly not sure how much she can handle. It’s always the quiet ones, she really should have known.

“Trust me on this,” he whispers, and she does because she does; he puts his hands on her arms, pries them off of the bed and moves her forward, guides her hands to the floor to support her so she’s half off the bed, her ass up. She’s strong, and he knows she’s strong, but she’s not sure she’s strong enough for this because he just fucking destroyed her and her legs are still shaking. “Trust me,” he coos again, and he shifts up, gets one foot on the ground, holds tightly to her hips, and pounds into her fast and hard, short thrusts that have her moaning and groaning and coming a second time before he even comes once.

He does come, though, just after, and she’s glad she’s got an IUD because if not she’d be leaving here fucking pregnant, no doubt about that.

“Hotch,” she gasps, daring to reach an arm back to touch him, and he pulls her up, lays her back, and kisses her, smoothing his hands all over her body. “Jesus. That was incredible.” She cards her fingers through his hair—he’s breathing heavy too, looks as dopey and pleased as she feels, which makes her smile. “I’ve kind of had a crush on you for the last few months. Thought you didn’t notice me much,” she says softly, and he laughs, incredulous.

“Didn’t notice you? All I do is look at you,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over her cheek. She grins.

“Yeah, no, I got that. I figured that out; sorry it took me so long.” He leans in for a kiss, softer and slower, and she gets a little horny again, isn’t sure how that’s possible. “Why’d you stay away so much, if you liked me?” She’d done what she could to get his attention, smiling at him, brushing up against him when she could make it look innocent enough, but he’s always been the picture of propriety, maybe even a little distant.

“Morgan,” he says, making a face like he realizes how silly that was. “He’s been trying to ask you out and I figured you’d say yes eventually; he’s confident in ways I’m not. He’s a lot of things I’m not.”

“Yeah, that’s true, and I like you both for the ways you’re different, but his pursuing me has always been a game. A joke. He’s like a brother to me and he knows it. All in fun,” she says, and then he looks like he feels really silly. She leans up for a kiss. “All's well that ends well though, right?”

“Has this ended well?” he asks, a question in his eyes, and she runs her hands over his arms, his sides.

“If it’s up to me, I’d say this doesn’t have to end at all.” He puts a hand in her hair, kisses her deeply, passionately, and brings a few fingers to rub against her clit. She inhales sharply, licks her lips, and sinks back against the bed. “Oh my god, Hotch.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m your man,” he breathes into her ear, and she groans. Yes, he fucking is. The next morning, she goes to the lobby to pour their coffee, grab a paper to share. She passes Morgan—not a morning person—who grumbles a greeting and then does a double take.

“Whatcha got on your neck there, sweetheart?” he asks, and she grins privately, then schools her expression and turns to face him.

“What? Oh, that,” she says, poking at the purple hickey from the night before. “I’ll cover it with makeup later; needed my coffee first.” He blinks a couple times like he's missing something, frowns.

“Did you go out last night after we got here?”

“Nope, jumped in the shower and went straight to bed,” she replies, which is actually the truth. It just wasn’t her bed. She didn’t say anything about sleeping.

“Then who…?” It’s then that Hotch brushes by them, reaches out a hand for his cup.

“One sugar, one cream,” she says as she passes it over, and they both smile. Morgan knocks his cup over and spills coffee all over the floor.

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One page, one kiss (Sirius black x Gn!reader)

Summary: Reader wants to read but Sirius isn’t much of a reader. Maybe kisses can create a good compromise.

Warnings: sooooo things didn’t go as planned and now there’s a steamy kiss, some hand on thigh action and a little hinting at the possibility of other things. That being said I feel like it’s pretty PG13 and sfw so it’s up to you if you want to read it or not. Other than that there aren’t any, everything else is fluff.

Word count: 1119

A/n: So I had a whole outline and everything planned out and then this “steamy” kiss (but it’s not acc steamy, like I don’t want you to get your hopes up) and all sort of came out of nowhere. Sorry about that folks! The kiss per page is a thing that my boyfriend created to motivate me to read cuz I’m not much of a reader (though I really am trying to read more). I feel like there’s always more important things to do than read but once I start I actually really like it. I sort of saw Sirius like me in that sense.

“So what do you want to do today?” Asks Sirius, walking towards you. You lift a finger to tell Sirius to wait as you finish reading your sentence. You then place that finger on the word on your page, saving your place and look up at him.

“Read.” You state simply from the couch.

There’s a stutter in his step. “All day?” He asks, a pure look of shock on his face.

“All day.” You affirm with a small proud smile. Sirius plops on the couch next to you with a heavy sigh.

“What am I to do?” He huffs, throwing his arms in the air and pouting. You smile to yourself, there’s nothing cuter than a pouting Sirius Black. You slide over to him and turn to face him. You push a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“You could read too, you know.” There’s no judgment in your recommendation. Your voice is soft and patient. You know Sirius doesn’t like to read much but you try to encourage him to do things, much like he does for you.

Sirius being Sirius, is dramatic enough to fall onto your lap and cover his eyes, as if trying to hide from the idea of reading. You roll your eyes but you have nothing but adoration for Sirius.

“Aw c’mon Sirius, give it a try.” You nudge him with your elbow. He peaks between his fingers hesitantly. You tickle his chin gently and flash an enticing smile. Sirius doesn’t move, apparently not ticklish. You try to pull his hands away from his eyes instead. He finally gives in and let’s you gently pull them down to his chest. You hold his hands in place, rubbing circles on the back of them.

You lean down for a short kiss on the lips. Sirius hums and chases your lips as you pull away and sit back up. He pouts again, giving you puppy dog eyes for another kiss.

That’s when you get a wicked idea. You push a finger to Sirius’ lips and smile. “I’ve got an idea.”

Sirius tilts his head, waiting for you to elaborate. “We make a deal. For every page read, you get a kiss.” You propose.

Sirius thinks about it. You know he’s trying to find a loophole. A way he can get kisses without having to crack open a book. You patiently run your hand through his hair, knowing he’ll eventually cave.

“Fine.” He sighs. You try to hide your smile. It’s a delicate victory. He could change his mind anytime. You pick up your wand from the couch armrest and summon Sirius’ book. It takes a while, he probably buried it deep under a pile of clothes.

Sirius settles next to you, opening his book with a sigh. You give him a teasing hum before opening your own book and starting to read.

You flip your page once you’ve finished reading the last sentence and quickly start the new page, engrossed in your story.

“Kiss.” You jump a little, forgetting Sirius was even next to you. You give him a confused look before you remember your deal. You smile softly, gladly accepting a kiss from your boyfriend.

You lean forward and plant a short and sweet kiss to Sirius’ lips. When you pull back, Sirius gives you a triumphant look, happy with his little victory.

The same situation happens again after every page you or Sirius finishes. Soon enough Sirius finishes his first chapter and sits up.

“You know, I worked pretty hard to get to the end of this chapter.” He pauses.

You nod slowly, “yes, and I’m very proud of you for that.” There’s a hint of hesitation in your voice. You know your boyfriend too well to know this is just him recognizing his accomplishment.

“I think it’s only fair I get 15 kisses for finishing the chapter.” He gives you an innocent look but you can see his mischievous smile on the corner of his lips.

You lift your eyebrows and gape at Sirius. You quickly compose yourself and smile. “Is that right?” You taunt.

Sirius nods seriously. He stares into your eyes and doesn’t budge. You try to fight it, your competitive side not wanting to face but eventually you roll your eyes, accepting defeat.

“We’ll I suppose I won’t turn down the opportunity for a few more kisses.” You say with a sarcastic sigh. In seconds Sirius is hovering close to your face. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in.

The first couple of kisses are just little pecs on the lips but soon your kisses evolve into open mouthed ones. Sirius brings his hand up to your face and cups your cheek. He places his second hand behind your head and guides you down on the couch so you’re lying down. He props one arm on either side of your head and slips his tongue past your lips. You grab the back of his head and pull him even closer, deepening the kiss.

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. You count in your head.

You push on Sirius’ chest and he groans. “That’s fifteen. Back to your book mister.” You say cheekily.

Sirius steps off of you and grabs his book. You sit up and settle back on the couch with your book. Suddenly there’s a warm hand curled around your thigh. He never looks away from his book but there’s a gentle squeeze when you look at him with wide eyes. Maybe reading isn’t the only thing you’ll be doing today after all.

Turns out you were severally wrong. As Sirius goes from page to page and chapter to chapter, the kisses become rushed and almost undesired. You realize Sirius is so hooked in his book that he would rather read than kiss. Eventually he even stops kissing you altogether.

While you do miss the cute little kiss routine, you are happier to see Sirius being so engrossed into his story. It also gives you the chance to read without interruption. Eventually Sirius lays his head in your lap with his book held up above his head. You play with his hair and focus on your own book, sometimes looking down to watch him zoom through his book.

Hours fly past, the both of you lost in your books. You first spot it out of the corner or your eye. Sirius turns another page and you realize he is at the last one of his book. There’s a sudden pride that swells in your chest. Comparing the morning where he was whining about having to read and him now finishing his book.

He suddenly snaps his book shut, breaking the relaxing silence in the room. He sits up and turns to look at you. You open your mouth to comment on how happy you are that he completed a book but he speaks first.

“You owe me 510 kisses.” His face is dead serious. He sits with his book closed on his lap and waits. When you don’t move, feeling quite stunned, he puckers his lips a little and gives you puppy dog eyes.

There’s the Sirius you know. Always finding loopholes in every situation.

[spilledkauffie]

ZemoxAffectionate!Reader

I’m sorry this took me so long!! 

For starters, he loves it— he’s not the most verbal about it, because he wants you to be comfortable with whatever, so while he’ll start it towards you, he doesn’t ask for it in return, hence having an affectionate s/o is perfect, you both get a great amount of affectionate attention from the other. It’s also cute because sometimes you’ll both be going in for an affectionate touch / gesture at the exact same time, which just makes him flustered saying, “apologies,” softly, becoming slightly bashful. 

Holding hands while driving— you typically take his hand in both of yours, lacing your fingers together, one underneath and the other stroking fingertips on top of his knuckles. You set your intertwined hands on top of your thigh.

↳ if it’s one of the older cars with a bench seat, you always sit in the middle, sometimes leaning your head against his shoulder on long trips. He’ll also tend to have an arm around you when you’re sitting so close, that’s when you’ll relaxedly lace your fingers, letting your hands drape over the front of your shoulder, sometimes you place little kisses against the inside of his wrist to make him smile, usually responding with a kiss to you head.

Arm in arm— it’s classy, he always offers his arm to you at fancy occasions, but you have a habit of it in general. When you’re walking, even if he has his hand in his pocket, you just hook your arm around his. If he’s sitting nearby, you’ll do the same, snuggling up to his arm, using his shoulder or bicep like a pillow with your arm hooked comfortably around his, sometimes you stroke the inside of his forearm.

Pressing foreheads together— when he holds you after a hug, you have a habit of pushing up just a little bit to press your forehead against his, on occasion you kiss the tip of his nose whilst doing this, making him actually chuckle. 

Learning his native language— there’s more to affection than touch. It’s been a long time since he’s been around someone or people who speak his language. So, learning his language means literally the world to him. / you surprise him with it once you’ve fully learned it so you can hold full conversations. It’s something that brings you closer than you ever thought it would. He actually nearly cried when you walked in, starting a conversation. He immediately stared at you, confused. You tried to play it cool, but it was a little hard when he responded a little difficultly to see if you understood him. When you nodded and answered, you could literally see his chest sink as he exhaled jaw slightly dropping.

Making tea— (aka when he doesn’t beat you to it) you make him his favourite tea. You always do it without him asking so it’s a surprise for him. Having been on his own for a while now, it’s a sweet gesture to remind him that you’re there for him in a lot of ways, big things, everyday things, small things, and most importantly anything. He’s always shocked, and claims that “you do make it better.” / Laughing, you take a sip, “I think you’re a bit bias,” you playfully squint your eyes. / “Oh no, I don’t care how cute you are, this is the best cherry blossom tea I have ever had,” he insists, “…but that’s probably because you’re so cute,” he winks.

Kissing his hand— raising your hands linked together to your lips to kiss his knuckles softly. You rest your cheek against his hand whilst you listen to him talk, leaning into his touch, softly stroking his hand with yours, before you tilt your head to actually kiss his hand.

Dancing— oh yes, you can both break it down. However, sometimes you’ll pull him close and just sway to some classic orchestra for a while, you hum along closing your eyes, holding him, you find out he knows a few traditional dance styles. You love it because when you ask him to teach you, you can see him happy to guide you, it’s intimate and sweet. When you mess up, you laugh at yourself saying “sorry,” with a wince for almost stepping on his feet, “no, no, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he says happy to just be dancing with you.

After he’s had a long day, you subtly start to play footsie with him— at the dinner table, you can tell it’s been a long day when he’s quiet. Of course he tries “let’s talk about your day,” to get the topic off of him. So, to cheer him up, you begin casually explaining how your day went whilst slipping the side of your foot against his ankle in small circles. It flusters him for a moment, literally makes him put his fork down. It’s really cute because he’s trying so hard to listen to you genuinely, but he’s also super curious about what you’re playing at. 

↳ sometimes he catches on and will reach a hand to grab your ankle from underneath, setting it on top of his thigh, just to see your reaction, when he softly strokes a pattern against the back of your heel is when you start giggling, which makes him smile, so mission accomplished at cheering him up.

Kisses for comfort— bringing him a glass of his favourite alcohol, you hand it to him, other hand subtly combing the back of his hair, with an exhausted “thank you,” he takes the glass. You dip down to place a lingering kiss to his cheek, it confuses him at first, but then he smirks, “what ever was that for?” You smile softly, placing another one, this time on his lips, “just because.”

Surprises, in general— he’s not easy to surprise to begin with, he catches on very fast and from very little clues. He’s also typically the one surprising you with things, so when you actually manage to pull off a surprise it’s a pretty big deal. One of the best had to be when you bribed Oeznik to keep it a secret as to where you were taking Zemo on the jet. “You’re controlling my men now?” Zemo asked as you drug him by the hand up the plane stairs but you just smiled, “Oeznik, where are we going?” no answer, just a chuckle, “is anyone listening to me?” / needless to say he asked questions the entire time.

[jungwonenthusiast]

hard dom sunghoon, prompt #10 and 11 w/ female reader (btw i liked the jay one😳)

A/N: sorry this is late i’m having exams rn, i hope u enjoy :) (i’m glad u liked the jay one <3)

Warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering (f recieving), unprotected sex, degradation

Word count: 2k

“Go go go go!” Jake yelps at you to run away from the zombie.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you try to sprint away but you only have three hearts. “I’m gonna die.”

“No you’ll lose all your shit, try to get home.” he says while killing some cows to get you guys food.

“I have one heart.” you say, still trying to get home before you die.

“Come on you can do it, you have to you have like twenty diamonds.” he says.

And right when you’re at half a heart, you make it home and immediately chomp down on some beef.

“Let’s goooo!” Jake celebrates. “Gimme some diamonds.”

“I earned these,” you say and he rolls his eyes.

“Sharing is caring.” he argues.

You feel a hand on your lower back and you turn to see who it is.

“Are you done yet?” your boyfriend asks.

“Maybe in an hour.” you say.

He groans. “You guys have been at his hell game all day.”

“I know I know,” you turn back to the tv screen. “I’m almost done I promise.”

The sun is setting when you and Jake finish your Minecraft adventure. You head up to Sunghoon’s room to find him laying in bed and watching something on his laptop. You lay down next to him and try to snuggle up to him but he gives you no response. Sunghoon could be stoic at times but he was such a sweetheart behind doors, so this was odd of him.

“What’s up darling?” you ask him, resting your head on his chest.

He shrugs, not making eye contact with you.

“Baby~” you peck his jaw. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” he says bluntly. He could be like a teenage girl sometimes.

You push the laptop off his lap and straddle him. You hold his face in your hands. “Why are you upset?”

He tries to pull away from you but you keep him in place.

“Come on, spit it out.” you say.

“I don’t know, I feel like you’ve been hanging out with Jake a lot these days.” he says quietly.

You ponder on that for a moment. Oh.

“I’m sorry Sunghoon-ah, I don’t mean to.” you apologize but you can tell that he’s still upset.

“You don’t like him or anything do you?” he asks and your face twists.

“No, of course not.” you say confidently. “I’m sorry that I’ve been with him so often, forgive me?” you kiss his cheek.

He shakes his head, pursing his lips. You can tell that he’s trying not to smile.

“Please?” you kiss his other cheek, then every bit of his face you can reach.

He giggles a bit and you smile.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. “I’m sorry for neglecting you.”

He laughs and pats your back. “I don’t forgive you all the way though.”

You pull away and give him a questioning look.

“You need to do one more thing for me.” he says with a smug smile.

“What is it?” you ask hesitantly.

He fastens an arm around your waist and gently lays you down onto the bed.

“Oh,” you say quietly and he smirks.

He kisses you softly as your hands find his back. You open your mouth, inviting his tongue.

He holds your jaw and pushes it up to get access to your neck. Small moans escape your mouth as he plants messy kisses all over your throat and down to your collarbones. He pushes your hoodie up and he's delighted to see that you aren’t wearing a bra.

“So pretty.” he says before kissing your chest. You stroke his hair as he runs his tongue over your nipples.

He pulls up to kiss you again as he pushes his knee between your legs.

You gasp a bit at the sudden pressure.

He kisses you while keeping a hand on your hip to guide your rocking against him.

“Already needy?” he teases and you nod. He slaps your cheek lightly. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” you squeak. You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear.

“Jake doesn’t get you like this does he?” he softly bites at your neck.

You shake your head vigorously.

“Atta girl.” he smiles. “Look at you, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. Are you really that desperate?”

“Yeah, I need you.” you look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous in a timeless way, like a vampire.

“How bad?” he asks.

“So bad, please I want it.” you plead.

He kisses your forehead before sliding your shorts off. He gently touches you over your underwear and sighs. “I can already feel how wet you are.” he smirks. “Did I get you worked up like this.”

You nod but your knees knock together out of embarrassment. No matter how many times you guys fuck, you can’t help but get a little shy.

He tsks you. “Enough of that, I want to see you.”

He lowers his head to kiss your thighs while keeping searing eye contact with you.

Your legs are already trembling by the time he gets to your underwear.

He kisses your clothed clit and you jolt.

He chuckles and holds your hips down. “Patience my love.”

Your whole body is tense and you’re so pent up that it hurts.

He bites at your thigh before pulling your underwear to the side. “Such a pretty cunt.”

He gives you a few kitten licks before delving in and rolling his tongue over your clit. Your thighs threaten to shut but he keeps you spread open.

Your body almost shuts down from the sudden burst of pleasure and you grab on tight to the duvet.

“Oh my god,” you whine, your breath heaving. You roll your hips against his tongue and you feel him smile.

He slowly pushes an elegant finger into you and you whimper.

“More please.” you ask him and he graciously abides, pushing another one into you.

Just the slightest curl of his fingers has your back arching.

“You taste so good.” He comes up to give you a kiss while still sliding his fingers in and out of you.

You hold his forearm tight as he looks you dead in the eye.

Sunghoon was usually pretty non confrontational, but that all changes during times like this.

“You’re so beautiful.” he kisses your neck as you writhe and whine under him.

You cover your mouth with a hand to mask your sounds but he pulls it away. “Stop that, you sound so pretty.”

“What if Jake hears?” you ask lowly. His bedroom is right next to Sunghoon’s.

He smirks. “What if I want him to?”

Your eyes widen and he chuckles. Your embarrassment is overcome by pleasure as his fingers pump into you.

“Fuck don’t stop.” you whimper and he leans down to kiss your chest.

“You’re doing so good angel.” he says and his praise only makes you wetter.

Your legs begin to quiver, letting him know that you’re close.

“Cum for me doll,” he kisses your jaw. “Make me proud.”

You hold onto him as your orgasm strikes you like lightning. Your moans definitely tear through the walls but you don’t seem to care anymore. He plants kisses all over you as your body continues to shake and twitch.

“That’s my girl.” he whispers while caressing your face. He holds his fingers up to your lips and you take them into your mouth, tasting yourself.

You kiss him slowly, still trying coming down from your high when he unzips his jeans.

He tugs his hoodie over his head and chucks it on the floor before teasing you clit with his tip.

You jolt from the sudden stimulation but he holds your hips down. He continues to tease you while sucking hickies onto your neck and chest.

“Fuck me already.” you say demand. He just smirks. “Maybe if you beg.”

You didn’t even care anymore. He took over your pride and ego.

“Please? Please I need you inside of me.” you hold his face, trying your best to convince him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Sunghoon, I need it so bad.” you give him puppy eyes and he smiles.

“Good slut.” he says before slowly pushing into you.

You moan as he fills you up just right.

“My precious girl, taking this cock so well.” he coos as you whimper and cling onto him from the overstimulation.

He groans into your neck. “So fucking wet.”

He starts to rhythmically thrust into you, hitting your g spot every time.

You hold onto his waist and watch his cock disappear inside of you. You’re practically gushing at his point.

“You feel so good,” you moan and he smirks.

He holds onto the headboard as he continues to grind his cock into you. “Touch yourself.”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“You heard me, I want to watch you.” he says and you can’t help but look away. He grabs your jaw. “Eyes on me doll.”

You nod and trail your fingers to your clit, feeling nervous under his hot gaze. Your juices keep your fingers slick and your eyes nearly roll back when you circle yourself.

You hear him chuckle lowly. “You look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this. Such a needy sex toy.”

You feel your cheeks heat up from his naughty words.

“Isn’t that all you are?” he leans down to kiss your neck. “Just a pretty thing here to please me.”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “I just wanna be good for you.”

He smiles smugly and kisses your chest, pinching your nipples while he’s at it.

Your legs begin to quiver as he continues to pound into you. You dig your nails into his back, leaving pink streaks that he’ll probably show off to the boys later.

“Fuck please keep going.” you say desperately, your stomach clenching from the overwhelming pleasure.

Your fingers on your clit get shaky so Sunghoon replaces them with his.

“Cum for me darling,” he kisses your jaw.

You try to focus on him; his alluring eyes, perfectly sloped nose, and pretty pink mouth; his sharp shoulders, lean torso, and slim hips; everything about him.

You hold onto him tight as a hot golden fire shoots through you from your hips all the way up to your chest.

“Good girl~” he purs into your neck before releasing into you with a sultry moan.

He stays inside of you for a moment, petting your hair and kissing your forehead as your breathing goes back to normal.

He pulls out and watches his cum drip out of you. “So pretty.” he says to himself.

He kisses you from your lower stomach up to your lips. “You did so good.”

“Are you still mad?” you ask timidly and he chuckles.

“No, and I never really was, I just like teasing you.” he admits and you roll your eyes.

“I hate you sometimes.” you say.

“Why? You got a good time out of it right?” he smiles, flashing one of his sharp canines.

“I suppose.” you joke and he shoves your shoulder.

“Hold tight, I’m gonna go start a bath.” he gets up and looks back at you. “Maybe we can have a little more fun there too.”

[imjeralee]

Genshin men,,,, hcs,,, what would they be like as boyfriends pls deliver

Thanks for sending over anon! I’ve chosen Kaeya, Zhongli, Diluc and Childe for time being (and in no particular order). you can let me know if you wanna read about anyone else. 

Childe:

It’s known that he can be doting so no surprises here, this man will spoil you rotten. He is your number one fan.

Playful, affectionate and straightforward. He is not only your bf but also your best friend in the entire world

He also isn’t shy to steal kisses from you every now and then or hug you all over, even in public. All in all, expect to be showered with lots of cuddles and kisses whenever you’re together. 

He will also do everything you ask of him with a fond smile

He’s like a puppy that keeps following you everywhere, because he’s so in love

He likes the hustle and bustle, so you will most likely do a lot of exciting things together where there are lots of people and also he likes experiencing adrenaline rush so be prepared to go through all sorts of crazy stuff such as extreme cliff-diving or even skinny dipping 

Since he doesn’t like to show his weakness/vulnerability, you cannot always tell when he’s upset etc because he’s so good at feigning it or not letting you see this side to him. That being said, you wish he would be able to show this side to you. 

If you do find him looking a bit rundown, sit down with him and let him lean on you or rest his head on your shoulder for a while and have a quiet moment together

Diluc:

He is generally expressionless whenever you talk with him, so you may have a hard time ascertaining his true emotions 

But his actions tell you otherwise, this man is a very loyal man and will be true to you until the very end

Very protective. He’s pretty much silently sworn to himself that he will and shall protect you at all cost from anyone and anything

Since he’s insanely wealthy, he will and can buy you anything you want

Little to none PDA, but that’s okay because behind closed doors, whoo boy our uncrowned king of mondstadt can be very passionate. When you hug, he hugs you pretty damn tight against his chest

Psst he secretly likes it when you thread your fingers through his hair when he’s trying to sleep

Prefers to spend time with you in isolated, quiet places. 

He’s the kind to do little gestures behind the scenes, like placing a blanket over you if he finds you asleep at your desk for example

He’s a workaholic so you may not see him as often as you would like to

Zhongli:

Remembers everything about you. EVERYTHING.

It’s very impressive

He also absolutely adores you.

Your parents will love him. He is polite, articulate, well-presented, respected, humble and sophisticated and he also has fantastic posture!!! Your parents will sob, grovel at his feet and beg him to marry you

Calls you ‘my dear’, ‘my darling’ or ‘little one’ with much affection and endearment

Will have deep and meaningful conversations with you on a regular basis

You will go on plenty of dinner dates and also visit museums, libraries, or places with ancient history or significance and architecture and he’s the kind who enjoys reading the entire info plaque or listening to the entire tour guide’s speeches and listening/nodding along intently and then telling you about it and commenting and so forth

He’s a romantic who will think about you quite often and will spend a lot of time dwelling on what gifts to give you and how to spend time wisely together

Likes kissing your forehead and his kisses are very slow but deep 

Sometimes you feel like he puts you on a high pedestal and you must maintain this perfect image he has of you but all you need to do is keep being yourself

Kaeya:

Very flirty with you 24/7. He was flirty and playful when you first met and even when you’re dating he will still tease you

Likes to call you a kitten or kitty cat or other pet name and whisper sweet nothings in your ear when you’re together

He very much enjoys having you sit in his lap or cornering you against walls before leaning in for a kiss

He also likes to take your things and play with them. For example if you wear glasses he’ll scoop them off and bite the frame with a smirk on his face 

Likes listening to your problems over some wine and would like you to vent it all out. He will listen to your problems (and later deal with whoever is making you so pissed off)

Enjoys making you blush and giggle, caressing and holding your hand tightly in his when you walk around Mondstadt together… he’s perfectly fine with PDA. He especially likes brushing any loose hair from your eyes and tucking it behind your ear. 

He also likes it if you touch and caress him too

In fact, the more people who know you’re dating, the better. He likes to brag about you to others

Kaeya is a very complex character. He may be outwardly friendly and looks cheerful all the time but sometimes you can’t help but wonder what he is truly capable of should you ever make him mad

[yesimwriting]

Corridor Moments

A/n this is a request from @mariannagris for a fic with the Darkling x Sun Summoner! reader where they're having a cute moment and then Zoya walks in and sees that they're together and gets jealous.

I'm working on a longer fic that should be up this weekend!! I'm working through a bunch of requests/updates rn I promise lol

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He's no longer guiding me, but he hasn't moved his hands away--one on my waist, one on my shoulder.

"Aleksander," I try to keep my tone casual, only hinting at a warning.

There's no way he misses it, but he still allows the hand on my shoulder to ghost across my collar before setting his palm on my cheek. "Yes, my sun?"

Before I can roll my eyes, he brushes his thumb across my cheek softly. His touch has started to become more casual, but I'm not sure the comfort it brings me will ever lose its novelty. I tilt my head slightly, leaning into his touch.

"We're not alone." The reminder is more for me than him. All of his actions are intentional, he knows the risks of his sudden bout of affection. "We may be in an empty hallway now, but we're not alone."

Aleksander leans forward slightly, forcing me to press my back into the wall to avoid melting into him. I don't miss his half-smile, a confident smirk breaking across his features. He knows what he's doing. "And what would we need to be alone for?"

The slightest hint of annoyance bubbles in my chest. For someone so determined, he enjoys playing coy more than he should. My lips part, prepared to call him out for his teasing, but Aleksander senses my hesitance like always. He leans forward again, this time pulling my chin up slightly so that our lips could brush together if I just inclined my head slightly.

The closer we get, the more I feel our distance. His eyes flicker downwards, focusing on the slight part of my lips. Aleksander angles his head downwards, allowing our lips to meet fully. Now that the barrier's been broken, I have no choice but to reciprocate with full force, my hands leaving his chest and finding their way into his hair. Aleksander's hands grab the collar of my kefta. He pulls me towards him sharply, as desperate as I am to eliminate space.

And then he pulls me away. I'm left pouting on instinct, lips slightly swollen and breathing a little uneven. "Easy," he chides, "We can't afford to get distracted."

I wrinkle my nose at him. He started this, pulling me out of the meeting under the ruse of important, private conversation. "And who's the one doing the distracting?"

Aleksander smiles fully. A real grin, the kind of grin that rivals any amount of sun I could ever produce. "You," he breathes, leaning in again and brushing his lips against my cheek, "Considering you won't leave my thoughts."

I let myself grin back, his unexpected softness an arrow that pierces through whatever's left of my composure. "You're awfully sentimental today."

He straightens slightly, expression still light. "Is that a bad thing?"

Squeezing the hand that he's placed on my waist, I beam at him. "Not bad at all--just different."

He's still looking at me with a fierceness that sometimes frightens me due to its wholeness, but something ancient and dark is settled behind his eyes. Something haunting that he won't let me help him with. I haven’t known him that long, but I’ve figured out that his affection is often a secret plea, a silent attempt to rid himself of darkness. What's the point of being able to summon the sun if you cannot banish the darkness that haunts those you care about? I raise his hand to my mouth, kissing each of his knuckles deliberately. He exhales at the contact, some sort of tension coiling in him at the chaste contact. 

I like us better when we’re alone. When he lets things like this slip from him as he tries to let my light in him. I could stay in this corridor forever with him. I could hold him by his hand to make sure he can’t slip away from me. 

Reality does not allow me to coddle my dreams. If I lose focus, he’ll be able to convince me to do anything--to forget my own name even. I drop my gaze to the hand I’m still holding, running my thumb along his knuckles. “We can’t--we can’t stay.” Not the truest sentiment--he can do whatever he wants. “I can’t stay.” The correction leaves me bitter. “Not for long.” The addition only softens the harsh edge of reality slightly. “People are already starting to think you’re extending favoritism towards me.” 

Aleksander lifts the hand I’m holding, taking my hand with him. He turns my hand over before placing a kiss on my palm. The contact is warm and fleeting and I’m powerless against the sentiment it stirs. “And this isn’t favoritism?” 

I roll my eyes, his warm breath is still against my skin. “That depends--am I your favorite?” 

His hold on my hand tightens slightly. “You already know the answer.” I let the corner of my mouth twitch upwards. Aleksander has already offered me more than I expected today, but it’d still be nice to hear him say it. “You, my darling, my sun, will always be my favorite.” 

I beam a little easier, warmth expanding in my chest. Still, the feeling isn’t enough to burn through all of my reluctance. His affection stems from the fact that he believes me to be his salvation. That’s the only thing that makes sense to me. How else could i have won his affections? 

“It’s easy to favor a Sun Summoner,” the response is soft, a bit of forced teasing edging my words. 

His eyebrows draw together as his hold on my hand tightens, turning from a gentle squeeze to a desperate grab. “Sun Summoner or not, no one else has ever held my favor the way you do.” Aleksander leans towards me again, the comforting heat of his breath on my cheek. “And no one ever will.” 

I’m reduced to nothing more than happy neediness, letting him cup my face and pulling me towards him. His lips meet mine with a desperate understanding that’s both bruising and coddling. Aleksander’s teeth graze my bottom lip, testing waters that are unfamiliar between us. I reciprocate, pushing even closer to him. He pushes us backwards, pressing me against the wall as he moves his attention away from my lips and down my jaw, leaving a trail of hot skin wherever his lips brush. 

“Aleksander,” I breathe, placing a hand on his chest, “Meeting--we need to--” 

He pulls away just enough to let me feel his grin, “That can wait.” 

“They’ll think things,” Despite my warning, Aleksander doesn’t pull away, his fingertips brushing against my collar. “They’re waiting,” he sighs against my hair, still careless, “Alina--she’s waiting...” He continues to touch me like I’m an illusion of the light. “And--” He smiles at my waning resolve, attempting to move forward to silence the last of my protests with a kiss. 

I turn my head, suppressing a reluctant laugh at his carelessness. Aleksander is not discouraged, pressing a kiss against my cheek. Shifting my gaze while placing my hand on his chest to make it easier to push him off fo me, I freeze. He must feel my new stiffness, because Aleksander pauses against me.  

Zoya. She’s standing at the entrance of the corridor, watching us--watching me--with such a sharp look of ill-defined displeasure I’m surprised I’m not physically withered by it. Awkwardness and something akin to guilt leave me blind as I try to create space between me and the unbudging General. Does he not see her? 

“Yes?” His voice leaves goosebumps against my skin--not an ounce of shame, but not a drop of that easy-going softness either. He’s General Kirigan again--sharp and incapable of shame or regret. He’s in complete control, all the power in the world is at the fingertips that are still on my skin. 

Zoya’s expression does not waver, eyes still locked on me. “Those in the meeting were beginning to worry, but I see that you’re occupied.” I was wrong. She’s not staring at me, she’s staring through me--like I’m nothing more than a thin curtain on a cloudless day during high noon. “I’ll inform the others.” 

“You’ll inform them of nothing I don’t approve of.” He’s fierce, the threat of venom apparent in each syllable. “And it’d do you well to meet the Sun Summoner’s gaze with a little more respect.” 

I’m quick to grab his forearm, desperate to articulate how much I’d rather him not pick this fight--not when most can barely stand me, not when the more I think of Zoya’s look I realize any bitterness towards me is something else. Not hatred, no--resentment. The kind of resentment that’s only ever a byproduct of something else. If I was bolder, I’d assume it a look of jealousy--maybe not over the man, but the attention and praise received for being nothing more than new and shiny. Her eyebrows knit together as Aleksander’s hold on me adjusts slightly. Okay, maybe the fact that I’m with Aleksander has something to do with it--but it has to be more than that. Her dislike of me, her constant myriad of comments and looks all points to a jealousy much more bitter than that of someone love sick. 

If something in her has been broken over time here, time around Kirigan and his pension for manipulating that I am not blind to and my presence and joy is a reminder of that, than I can bear her hatred. “She was looking at me normally.” Before he can challenge me, I move his hands off of me gently and slip away from between him and the wall. 

I guess that’s what it takes for him to understand that I mean it, Aleksander straightens and takes a step forward. His eyes linger on me as he walks forward. I stay a few steps behind him, a pathetic attempt to cling to any kind of properness I can manage. 

“If I were you, I’d at least comb your hair with your fingers before entering that room again unless you’d like to announce yourself as a form of entertainment.” 

Being a decent person is nauseating sometimes. “And take the fun out of it for you?” 

I don’t wait for her reply, moving down the hall to catch up with Aleksander. Still, when I’m no longer next to Zoya I brush my fingers through my hair in hopes of correcting any damage she’s created. Maybe I should be more worried. Maybe I should care about the opinions of others more. But every reason to stay away from Aleksander entirely feels so small. I’m not naive enough to fall blindly, but the thing about being a Sun Summoner is that you can bring light with you, no matter how dark the path you chose is. 

I watch Aleksander as he places a hand on the door to the room. He offers me one last, genuine smile. His path isn’t as dark as he wants it to seem, and even if it is, I don’t care. 

[genshin-obsessed]

Would you mind doing the boys with an insomniac s/o? I cant sleep well bc I have ADHD and itd be nice....

I hope you like it 🥺🥺💖💖 I’m a lil proud of these

Sleepless in Teyvat

He understands, he sometimes has a hard time sleeping as well.

He’s usually got some things prepared. He always has melatonin on hand, he’s willing to talk you to sleep, late night walks are always fun, whatever you need.

His favorite thing to do is hold you while you two just talk. 

“Kaeya?” The man looked up at you, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

“Can’t sleep, love?” You shook your head, walking towards him and sitting down on his lap. He was busy working on some paperwork, but it wasn’t due tomorrow and you clearly needed some attention. Kaeya wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.

“No,” you mumbled, burying your face into his chest, “again.”

“Come on, let’s lay in bed. It’ll be more comfortable there.” You tried to get off, but he’d picked you up first. Kaeya carried you into your bedroom and gently placed you down. He got into bed and pulled you close to him.

His hand raked through your hair as the two of you talked. You always felt like you were bothering him, but you weren’t. Kaeya adored you, all of you.

He’s up at night anyway. He works at the tavern so you can drop by whenever and he’ll keep you company.

Because he’s up too, he’s more than happy to do something with you. Talk, walk around the city, but if you want sleep, he’s got some melatonin for you.

His favorite thing to do actually depends on the location. If he’s at the tavern, he likes the card game. If you’re at home, he likes to watch the stars (there’s a spot by the manor where he’ll lay a blanket down and hold you while you stargaze).

“Welcome to- oh, hello, (f/n).” Diluc said as the tavern door shut behind you. You sat down on one of the bar stools and frowned at him.

“I can’t sleep, again.” You muttered, looking up at him. Diluc gave you a sympathetic smile before reaching out and patting your head.

“It’s alright, look on the bright side, I was getting pretty lonely without you.” He reached under the counter and pulled out a deck of cards. You watched him with a soft smile as he took the cards out of the box and started to shuffle them for you. Your favorite game was (card game) and no matter how many times you’d already played it, Diluc was always willing to play with you again. Even if it meant playing all night. He’d taught you a few games, himself, especially his favorite: Mad Despair. It was a fun game that required both strategy and speed. You were still learning.

“Thanks, Diluc.”

“Ready?” He asked, looking at you with a smile. You nodded as you picked up your set of cards.

“Ready to kick your butt.”

Venti didn’t have trouble with sleep. He was saddened to learn that you did and wanted to do everything in his power to help you.

He learned everything he could about it and quickly worked on coming up with some solutions. He worked pretty fast, actually.

His favorite thing to do was tell you a story. He was a bard afterall, therefore, he put his talents to use! He would play his lyre and sing or tell you stories. Fall asleep? Great! It worked! Still up? That’s ok, because he’s got a lot of stories.

“Venti…” You mumbled, poking your boyfriend’s cheek. His eyes opened and he blinked a few times, before he looked at you and smiled.

“Aw, can’t sleep again?” You shook your head as he sat up and pulled you close. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before getting out of bed. “It’s ok! I just remembered another story I wanted to tell you!” He quickly fetched his lyre then got back into bed. You laid back down as he began to tell you the story.

It was hard to pay attention to the story when someone as handsome as he told you a story. You kept getting lost in his eyes.

Aether actually had trouble sleeping himself. Mostly due to nightmares, especially of the night Lumine was taken. He’d still had yet to find that god and it haunted him most nights.

He, just like Venti, didn’t know much about what to do. So, he finally looked into it, mostly for you. He found a few solutions, the main one being melatonin.

Ok, don’t judge. His favorite thing to do with you is wrestling. Well… play wrestling. It’s just fun and tiring, the cuddles after are the best.

“A-Aether!” You laughed as he tackled you down on the bed. You wiggled around, rolling so that he was under you. You straddled his waist and leaned down, pressing a kiss on his lips.

He gave your lips a quick nip, causing you to move back, giving him a small window to flip you over. You laughed as your back landed against the soft mattress. Aether’s golden hair tickled your nose as he leaned in.

“Do you surrender?”

“Never!”

“Oh, a feisty one, eh?” You burst into laughter as his hands attacked your sides. You yelped out, trying to get him to stop, but he was relentless. He didn’t stop, not until your cheeks were bright red and your stomach hurt due to the laughter.

As you turned to your side, still laughing and trying to catch your breath, Aether’s loving eyes followed you, a gentle smile playing on his lips. You looked at him, as your giggles died down.

“What?” You mumbled, making him shake his head a little.

“Just… beautiful.”

Razor didn’t know what the word “insomniac” meant. You had to explain it to him, and even then he had a bit of a hard time understanding the word.

Razor was able to find some natural solutions. He knew of a plant called “Whisper Fern” which was known to be a natural sleep aid. He would gather them for you as much as he could.

For the days you didn’t want that, he had other things. His favorite was taking late night walks through the forest. The way the moon lit up the path was something he loved to experience. It was even better with you.

You frowned, taking a seat on the small rock as you looked ahead into the distance. The full moon shone down on your form as you looked out over the small cliff. You heard rustling behind you and turned to see your boyfriend approaching.

“Oh, hello, Razor.”

“Can’t sleep?” You shook your head with a light smile as he walked towards you. His hand landed on your shoulder, sliding down your arm before he took your arm. “Come.” You didn’t argue, instead you stood up and followed him.

The two of you walked down the path, letting the moon be your guide. These walks were often silent as you listened to nature around you. The wind rustling in the trees, the bugs chirping, and hearing any owls in the distance.

Your hands were intertwined as you hoped over rocks and roots, never breaking apart once. It was rather romantic, something you had come to love more than you thought you would.

You two arrived at an open field at the base of the mountain you had been on. Razor gave your arm a little tug, making a smile spread across your face. You gave him a nod and the two of you took off. You ran through the field, finally letting go of each other, racing all the way to the other side. Whoever lost, owed the other kisses. Plenty of them.

[tobesoalive]

Sam Kiszka NSFW Alphabet

hello everyone welcome back! sorry I've been behind on posting, I've been struggling to find inspiration and motivation between school and work but I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things! Thank you all for your patience and enjoy these steamy headcanons :)

WARNINGS: Smut (basically everything lol)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex Sam will collapse next to you and proceed to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he sighs in satisfaction. This is usually accompanied by kisses on your neck and his voice praising you for doing such a good job for him. After a few minutes he will get up to bring you to the bathroom and fetch you a glass of water while you wait for him in the bath.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sam’s favorite part of his body is his nose. He thinks its a pretty nose, nice and slim with a perfect point at the end. He loves how it pokes at your clit when he’s eating you out or burying it in your hair, taking in your scent as his hips relentlessly slams his hips into yours.

His favorite part of your body is your thighs. He loves to nip at them to tease you, loves gripping them while he pumps in and out of you, lifting them so he can pound into you at an angle.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

While he does like cumming deep inside you on occasion, what Sam really loves is to pull out and paint either your stomach or your face with his cum. He thinks you look so beautiful with his release dripping down your skin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sam loves giving and receiving hickies. To some it may seem juvenile but he loves that he can leave his mark so everyone knows your his, and vice versa.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Despite what many may think, I feel like Sam has very little experience under his belt. Sure he’s had partners in the past but only 2 or 3. That doesn’t mean he has no idea what he’s doing, he’s a natural in the bedroom.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sammy is game for any position, but he really loves missionary because it allows him to look at your face and watch your reactions while he’s fucking you, which turns him on extensivley. He also enjoys pounding into you from behind because it allows him to go deeper which drives you crazy.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sam takes your sex life very seriously, and he usually prefers to keep it that way, but he has been known to crack a joke or make a cheeky comment while he’s fully sheathed inside you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Unlike his other hair, sam prefers to keep the hair in his nether regions rather cleaned up. He still keeps a small patch of curls above his dick, but overall he likes to keep it more clean shaven.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It really varies with Sammy, sometimes he can be romantic and sweet, taking his damn time worshipping every inch of you, but he will also fuck you into oblivion whe he’s in a mood.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Sam can’t keep his hands off his dick. Like seriously every night he’s on tour your phone rings and on the other end you can hear him breathing heavily before asking you to talk dirty to him. You aren’t complaining by any means though!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Sam has a big dominance kink, he always likes to be the one in charge and lets you know that. Sometimes he wants you to call him names like daddy or sir and he’ll call you his princess. I also think this bitch is super into edging and tying his significant other up. Also he loves to see his fingers in your mouth or wrapped around your throat.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere around the house tbh, but with his height he likes to have you on a surface like the kitchen counter or the bathroom sink so your cunt is at the perfect level for him to pound into you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Lots and lots and lots of things turn this man on, but the one you know will always get him is if you act really bratty or give him attitude, there is nothing he wants more than to show you who’s in control right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sam is game for a lot of things but I don’t think he’d ever want to do something that would cause you actual pain. Sure light spanking and choking he’s okay with but nothing beyond that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sammy loves to wrap his lips around your clit and prod at your entrance with his fingers, watching you come undone, he especially likes it when you tangle your fingers in his hair as you write from the feeling of his mouth.

He REALLY loves seeing your lips wrapped around his cock, gently guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, it will have him cumming in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Like I said before Sam can do either, it really all depends on what mood he’s in.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he will pull a quickie every so often if you guys are on a crunch for time, he doesn’t prefer them. He’d rather wait until your schedules are clear so he can really take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you propose an idea to Sam he is literally in the bedroom before you can finish telling him. Most of the time he’s down to try new stuff.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sam can go a solid two rounds at most himself, but he makes sure you cum at least three times.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You and Sam have a few toys that you bust out every so often, some silk restraints and a little bullet vibrator that he likes to press on your clit when he fucks you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unfair should be this man’s middle name. Samuel is one of the biggest teases in the book, but it turns him on so much seeing you grow more and more frustrated.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sam will let out soft moans and groans but he loves dirty talking to you, always telling you how good you feel and how good you take him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of Sam’s favorite things to do is make you ride his thigh. He might be reading or working on a song while you beg him to fuck you, and he’ll say some shit like “well babygirl you know how to get yourself off if you really want it that bad” before patting his thigh.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sam is longer than average thats for sure, he’s about 8 inches, probably even a bit over, and he’s not too girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a very high sex drive but he knows how to control it. He just tries to go off how you’re feeling and whether you’re in the mood or not

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Within five minutes that man is out like a light. He’ll do his aftercare duties but the second his head hits that pillow he’s gone. But that’s okay, he works hard and never forgets to tell you how much he loves you before closing his eyes.