#<- A very good headcanon by the way. Nodding along.

[ninadove]

Happy (late) Birthday Nina🌟🌟!! I came back from the dead for this... I bring you Fiona and Kambe to give your cake!(^♡^)

(It looks like I'm holding them hostage for this but...yea you're not wrong)(first ever ask so I'm pretty nervous about this :,))

OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!! Look at them!!! I love Fiona’s sleeves especially — the texture is so pretty! ❤️💜

Thank you so so so much for thinking of me! 🎂 (And never fret about sending asks — if I don’t reply, it’s either that I haven’t seen it yet or that Tumblr straight-up ate it…)

[with-my-calamitous-love]

if you love me right then who knows? ✧.*

bnha various x pop star! reader

ya! pro-hero characters (teacher! izuku for his section), a little nsfw but mostly cute/fluff headcanons, as always please read responsibly🤍 i love you ms carpenter

song (album, technically): short n’ sweet

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- katsuki at the height of his career, may possibly be the most famous person in the country. men and women alike adore him, and its rare he can go out without cameras in his face and people asking for autographs. he, of course, doesn’t filter any of his annoyance. his pr team works overtime for him. he’s learned that being famous is fickle and fleeting. he’s made up his mind that if the world only gives him 15 minutes, he’d light it up so bright no one could forget it. its who he is ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

- he’s already very popular. so when the news of pro-hero dynamite and rising star [y/n] [l/n] had allegedly begun seeing each other? they freak out. 

- he doesn’t bother to hide it, anyway. you meet at some fancy gala. you’re both there for publicity, and by the time you run into him, he’s ready to go home. but there’s something about your voice, the way everyone seems to adore you, that reels him in. somehow, he finds himself in your good graces, and now he’s thought of you every night since then.

- before you, he’d only listen to hard rock, and was kind of an asshole about it. that doesn’t change, but now when he hits shuffle one of your glittery girly songs will play. and yes, he listens all the way through. ꕥ

- theres video compilations of him bringing you up during interviews. its second nature to him, being wrapped around your finger. but he’s also quick to bite anyone who even thinks of talking bad about you. he’s yours, and wants the whole world to know it. he’d never admit this, but he’s scared of messing up. he doesn’t want to give you reasons to him, or to be a motherfucker that embarrasses you. if he can help out, he never wants to be the reason for your next breakup album.

- he’s your biggest supporter. he often gets fed up with the paparazzi and their invasiveness, especially when all he wants to do is watch his partner perform. however, he has a soft spot for your fans, the ones who have supported you and gotten you all the love you deserve. he claims friendship bracelets and hats are dumb but doesn’t hesitate to receive bracelets your fans make at concerts. most of the time, its brightly coloured beads with song lyrics or little inside jokes from your fandom. he once got a bracelet that was dynamite-themed and he keeps it on his dresser. he loves being accepted by you and the people that love you.

- he has 100 reasons to be cocky, and the fact that theres songs you’ve written about him is one of them. you’re out here singing about good bed chem and making tongue paintings and everyone knows he’s what inspired it. makes sense when you look at him.

- oh, and speaking of concerts? he can’t be there every time- hero work is demanding- but for you? he’s flexible. watching you perform makes his entire week. he’ll watch from the wings, nodding along with the beat, his heart swelling when he hears you belt and hold the note. the best part is what the audience doesn’t get to see- him catching you as you run to him, kissing your head and spinning you around, telling you how proud he is.

“i’m glad you made it.” you gleam, almost forgetting to turn your mic off so no one else gets to hear. he wipes a little sweat off your head, almost a little envious at how good you can look after a 2 hour show.

“of course, idiot.” he smirks. “wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

- that night, he gives you 8 inches and 3 new song ideas ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

SHOUTO TODOROKI

- fun fact: shouto is voted most handsome pro-hero of the year, right after hawks ᢉ𐭩

- despite his massive popularity, he’s the most private on this list. he knows what its like to have to smile for the cameras, to keep things looking neat and pretty, all for an act. so as much as possible, he tries to keep the good in his life to himself. he’s never seen an ugly truth that couldn’t be bent into something that looks better.

- he worries he’s making it hard for you to love him. you’re always patient, saying you can take it, that you also want something very private. but god, do you make it hard for him. even when the rumours of your relationship swirl, he’s tempted to just come out and confirm it so he doesn’t have to feel the uncertainty.

- all of his worries wash away, however, when he hears lyrics about him. it makes his heart ache, even when it’s something simple, that you want him to miss you or want him to think of you when he holds someone else (not that he’d be holding anyone other than you). people can speculate who you’re writing about, but its little gift to him that he’s privy to it.

- he will not miss a single award show with you. because you two are so private, the fans go crazy or even small interactions between you two. theres grainy footage of you two talking and holding hands with everyone crashing out in the comment section (😭)

- his siblings loveeeeee your music. them, living more normal, less famous lives, have the privilege of seeing your concerts without being bothered or questioned. fuyumi streams your album’s religiously and drags natsuo and his girlfriend along as well. you tossed her a guitarl pick once and she hasn’t emotionally recovered from it, let alone the fact that her little brother is dating you ৻ꪆ

- he takes it as a blessing everyday that he gets to see your process. he specifically loves creating album covers with you. you asked him if, hypothetically, he wanted to be on the cover for the deluxe version and he blanked out. you have to remind him that he’s literally the entire package, that he fits perfectly, and that you can’t resist that face of his, and that you both arrive at the same time.

- like katsuki, he also enjoys attending your concerts. he happily embraces you, knowing that while the audience got you for an entire show, he gets to have you for as long as you’ll love him. he makes sure to hold you on his right side in case you’re overheating from the performance.

“here, let me grab these for you.” he says, helping you undo your performance outfits, unzipping the chunky glitters and fluorescent fabrics. he thinks that there isn’t a single colour that looks bad on you, but can’t imagine what its like to wear these for hours at a time.

“thanks, shouto.” you hum happily, already looking at the tweets.

[randomfan1]: guys i swear i saw shouto at [y/n]’s show tonight

IZUKU MIDORIYA

- unlike the other two on this list, he’s not famous. he’s spent a few years now teaching, and its a job he’s learned to love. its humble, and quiet, but he can’t help but feel like some part of it is missing. he started to entertain the idea that he’d end this life alone.

- he meets you at a party. you’re a friend of a friend, and he still can’t believe that he has a real, breathing famous singer in front of him. not only that, but you notice him in a room of other celebrities. he was bound to fall for you the moment your eyes made contact.

- much like shouto, he keeps it private. even if he did, he wouldn’t have very many people to tell. his friends were the reason he even met you. his mom adores you. who does that leave, his students? he’s humble, even when he’s dating the most gorgeous and talented person to ever breathe.

- he loves being in the studio with you. it started out with just little sessions, kissing while talking, watching you tune your guitar and play little notes on your piano. then he became the first person to hear your demos and rough drafts. now? he has song writing credits in your newest album ❤︎₊ ⊹

- his ideas give you so much more than just butterflies. he has this way of finishing your sentences, knowing and feeling the exact vision you had for a piece. every now and then, he’ll flick through your notebook and find verses that sound awfully familiar. he wonders if he’s the guy who’s “jacked and kind” and who “talks sweet when you’re doing bad things.” he won’t say anything at first, but he’ll nestle his head between your legs and give you more things to write about.

- he’s an empath. he knows how exhausting it is sometimes, having all your moves watched and studies and scrutinized. he sees you always acting, always trying to be beautiful, and it kills him that its such a natural part of fame. for that reason, he makes sure his apartment is a safe house for you, and that his bed is a secret oasis. he’d do anything for you. ❦.

- he attends when he has the time, standing in the crowd alongside your other fans. he always feels a rush to his cheeks when he hears you belting those lines, knowing their for him. its a secret he loves having, and one that he’d love to talk about when you’re ready. he always puts you first.

“stuck?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you, watching you as you tap your pen against the paper.

“yeah, i keep thinking of you instead of the song.” you groan, laying your head back on his bicep. he just laughs.

“i thought i inspired you?” he kisses your cheek. while normally nervous around others, you bring out the side of that’s comfortable teasing and playing with you.

“you do inspire me.” you smile. “but its not helping right now.”

he cups your face in his calloused, lips ghosting over yours. “maybe i need to give you better ideas, then.” he says, before kissing you deeply.

“yeah, maybe.”

[evieelyzabethh]

"taste"

☆"you're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin', my body's where they're at"☆ Wearing Arcane characters clothes {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw☞ slightly pervy jayce, a bit of fluff, Viktor calls reader a whore, a bit suggestive for all of them

an: this is the case for all my titles, but I feel I should clarify; the songs are not meant to accompany the headcanons, I just get lazy when naming things so I cherry pick song lyrics then use the title lol.

♞Vi♞

♞Vi never thought she would have to worry about her clothes going missing. They're all tattered and torn, holey from all the times she's been cut or stabbed, blood stained from all her injuries throughout the years, and absolutely falling apart at the seams. Hell, her own shirts are so ruined she usually just walks around in chest binding bandages. Granted, stealing Vi's clothes started from an accident of convenience.

You didn't think anything of it as you slipped on the old thing, the writing so faded you could no longer make out the outlines of the letters and the color so sun-bleached it just looked a dull beige. There were holes along the shoulder blade, rib cage, and chest, the hems had long since unraveled, and the neckline had been cut. It Vi wasn't so averse to throwing things out, it's home would've been the garbage can ages ago. But still, it was comfy and clean and something of hers, so you pulled it over your head and carried on into the laundry room where you sat on top of your washing unit, vibrating along with the clunky machine beneath you. You decided to read as you wait, eventually become so engrossed with your book, you miss the sounds of Vi trudging her heavy feet across the floor as she returns from her most recent bout of getting her ass kicked. She hums her way around the space, painfully shrugging her jacket over her aching shoulders, enroute to the laundry room where she finds you, ankles crossed with some old mystery book in your hands. She gawks at you for a moment, not quite knowing what to say at the sight of you in her clothing. It looked good on you. Well, everything looked good on you, but this looked right. "Did you get all dressed up for me, pretty? You jump a bit at the sudden intrusion of her slightly gravelly voice, but eventually relax into her warm, musky presence. She knows how you feel about her smearing her bloody lips across your freshly showered skin, so she bites her lip to swallow her urges. "Depends, did you get yourself all battered just so I could patch you up?" She snickers, wiping the remnants of dried blood from her top lip. "Will my honest earn me a pre-shower kiss?" Of course, you nod your head. You have a very hard time denying her, not even bothered by the feeling of her gauze bound hands grip on your thighs and your skin beneath her shirt. She whimpers, leaning heavily onto the washer, her fingers likely leaving marks from how desperately she grabs at you for stability and her own sanity. She doesn't realize until the adrenaline wears off how much tonight did a toll on her, pulling away from the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder. "You need help to the shower?" "Yeah", she murmurs, hardly louder than a whisper, holding onto your waist as you hop down and sling your arm over her shoulder. "No more pit fighting for a while?", you question lightly, to which she responds by pulling a hefty bag of coins from her pants pocket. "Not for a few months."

★Ekko★

★Ekko has a commune, he is absolutely no stranger to sharing, especially when it comes to clothes. As many times as you have snuck a few of his jackets over the years, he has taken his fair share of your tops, liking the way they constrict and show the definition of his biceps and show off his sculpted lower abdomen. You swap rings, hair ties, and all sorts of accessories, it's another way that you two are visually all over each other. I also wouldn't be surprised if he was the type to buy things knowing they would eventually end up in your closet.

★This being said, you would have better luck getting a reaction out of him showing up wearing nothing rather than in his clothes, at least clothes that aren't important to him. He's so desensitized to the idea of sharing; a regular hoodie wouldn't get him going. Wearing something of his though, his jacket, his mask, replicating how he does his face paint, that would certainly get him. It's the explicit connection to him that gets him, it's you proudly wearing an echo of Ekko.

It was cold and wet and dreary. The sky was grey, and murky puddles formed in the innumerable cracks and crevasses in the dirty floor of the Undercity that the ground began to look like a muddy sea of water. It was the perfect day to be inside, maybe make some warm soup, put on a vinyl and pretend the crackley sound bites are early lightning bolts, and bundle up beside Ekko and call it a day before the sun went down. This was not the case as Ekko was out covering the gardens so they wouldn't be flooded by impure water and preparing for any potential storm surge, leaving you home alone, wrapped in his favorite jacket. You doubted it would be a big deal, it's not like he's ever been upset about borrowing his clothes without asking before, but his reaction when he returns home scares you for a moment. His eyes are closed as he walks through the door, carelessly toeing off his shoes, lifting up his already soaked shirt to wipe the running face paint before it gets into his eyes. From your place on the couch, you look out the window for the first time in hours to see it pouring down, the droplets pelting on your windows and the wind sending the occasional pebble flying at the glass. "I'm telling Scar to do this shit next time, it's too damn w- oh." He freezes, midway through yanking off his raincoat, eye's slightly irritated as they stare at you. oh? "Is that my jacket?" You falter a bit. "Yeah...is that ok?" You had no plans of going out in it, wearing only some old cotton shorts whose elastic waistband snapped years ago and a thin tank top. You didn't even have a bra on. He collects himself though, smirking as he looks you up and down, how good the color compliments your complexion, drinking in the slivers of skin, the sight of your nipples through your top. Of course it's ok, in what fucking world would it not be? "Yea, baby, it's fine." His mumbles, his voice lower and his eyes a bit wide. "You look good in it, too. C'mere, do a spin for me."

❂Jayce❂

❂This man is 6'7 and built like a brick shithouse, his clothes absolutely swallow you and he thinks it's adorable. He gets a fit of cuteness aggression, he just wants to squeeze and hug and kiss you until you pop. It speaks to that part of him that is quite aware of his sheer size, his biceps are the size of your head, you have to look up just to make eye contact with him, his clothes practically fall right off you. He's just so...big.

He awakes slightly startled and feeling empty, immediately feeling your lack of warmth in his arms and slightly panicking. It's too early in the morning to be rational and his frequent nightmares are doing him no favors. He hates waking up alone and cold, he feels like he's waking up in that cave again. His senses calm his rapidly beating heart, the comforting smell of coffee and something syrupy sweet, the sound of something sizzling on the stove. He throws the comforter off him, cringing at the feel of the cold floor on his feet before he throws on some socks and sweatpants to wander around half-asleep in. His brain short circuits when he sees you, his large shirt practically hanging off your shoulders, flowing around your bruised and kiss-bitten thighs. You moved lithely around the kitchen, going back from chopping strawberries for the waffles, stirring the eggs, flipping the bacon, and he's man enough to admit he's blushing a bit. You made breakfast for him! That's so cute. He slides behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, bending down to plant kisses on your neck. "My shirt looks really good on you, gorgeous." You giggle, turning around to face the big man behind you who picks you up by your hips to set you on the countertop, settling in between your thighs. "You think?" He hums. "Maybe a few sizes too big, but it's endearing. You look like a little fairy, like I could carry you around in my pocket all day." And his eyes are big and out of focus, that charming gap-toothed smile on display as his hands rub over your smooth skin, pushing his shirt higher and higher. Too big is certainly a familiar sentiment, how desperately you were crying that out just last night is still looping in his brain as he says it. "Maybe I'm normal sized, and you're just a giant. Have you ever thought of it that way?" He chuckles. More times than you can imagine.

☽Viktor☾

☽Hard immediately, next question. His work outfits look completely normal on him, but the buttons pop at your chest and the vests accentuate them in a way that's pornographic. Even his ties only serve to enhance the fantasy, even though they are the exact garments he wears to his lab every day. There is nothing innately sexual about it at all, but that's the fun of it. The fact thar you chose to wear that black lacy bra that you knew would show through the top, the way you wear his reading glasses low on your nose, the red bottom heels that you wear, which in any other context could be seen as perfectly appropriate work attire. It's the performance of it that he appreciates.

He knows exactly what game you are trying to play with him, no matter how hard you try and play coy. There is no way that you accidently shrunk your blouse in the wash, hell, he knows that's not your blouse because the buttons are on the wrong side for it to be female attire. He knows that's his tie, he is one thousand percent sure that if he was to yank you by it and check the underside, he would see his initials embroidered. He knows you left it loose on purpose, you have requested for the entire relationship to pick out and tie his ties for him, he knows you can make it tighter. Everything is utterly loose, for lack of a better word. The top button is undone, the tie isn't completely tucked under the collar, the slit of your skirt is not where it should be. It's a play at looking professional that you and him both know is just a test to see how long it takes for him to crack and rush you both home. At first, he's willing to play ball because you always crack first, but today, however, you decided to be serious about your productivity. He tries to focus, he really does, but after a while the clicking of your heels becomes too hypnotic, the fake attempts at adjusting your tie begin to pile onto the sexual frustration, and you lean over one too many times, giving him a good whiff of your perfume and oh you went with a red bra to match his red tie. He waits for Jayce to leave the room, slamming the book he was 'reading' shut as he lets out a very aggravated breath. "I want my shirt back." Cut and dry, his hand flipping the tie you're wearing to confirm that is indeed his. You smirk, and he would feel the need to wipe it off your face had it not been for the fact that he swallowed his pride hours ago after his hard on became too much to ignore. "You want it back now? Right here." And you're already slipping off the other buttons and he contemplates whether it's worth it to barricade the door with the table to buy you more time or be rational and tell you to stop. "Had I known you planned on being a whore today, I wouldn't have invited you over." You pout as he pulls the knot of his tie, grabbing your hands to bind your hands. "But don't I look pretty, Vik?" He rolls his eyes. "You look magnificent, love."

☼Mel☼

☼Like Ekko, she isn't a stranger to sharing clothes with you. Even if it's not hers, she has an exact replica tailored just for you. This being said, she loves playing dress up with you with her clothes. Anytime she needs to clear out her closet or has an article of clothing she doesn't know how to feel about or just gets bored, she'll call you to wherever she is and request you be her doll for a little bit.

Though you had been in Mel's closet for what had to have been hours at this point, you couldn't really complain. Never had you felt more pampered in your life, tens of gowns, trousers, and blouses gracing your skin as you twirled on the platform in Mel's closet as she analyzed the garment from every angle. Now you stood in something white and flowy, the sleeves long, the bodice double lined for winter weather, the hemline off the shoulders and trimmed with fur, the bottom thick and heavy. "What do you think lovey? Do you think it's too on the nose, you know I've never been the biggest fan of fur." Her hand feels across your chest, dusting off where some of the fluff had fallen and rubbing the soft material in her hands. "I don't see you in fur, it's too much of your mother's thing, but I do think it's nice. The lining is really nice on the skin, sorta has a fleece feel to it." She nods, moving her hands along your waist to connect with the silver zipper. She clucks her tongue. "Would I be silly to not wear it because the zipper isn't gold. I know it's a miniscule detail, but I really don't do silver." You chuckle as you look around her closet, a room larger than the bedroom you grew up in filled with racks of clothes that had some sort of golden sheen, be it from the color of the fabric, some sort of metallic accent, or a reflection from the general vibe of the room. "My love, you have so many clothes in here I doubt you would wear it regardless." She smiles. "Are you getting tired of this." You hesitate, which is plenty answer enough for her. You had been standing for hours at this point, and your back was starting to ache from how straight your back had been. "Do you have it in you for just one more. I promise, it'll be quick." She already has it out of the box, a very small party dress that you had never seen her wear before. "I bought it months ago but have been going back and forth between whether or not it would look better on me or you." Of course, you oblige, and she giggles as she zips you out of the dress, carefully sliding it off until the fabric pools around your nearly naked body. Her tunnel vision is briefly abandoned as her movements slow, lingering over the curves of her body, her fingernail tracing tiny hearts on the skin of your chest. "I know I say this every time, but you truly do look beautiful out of everything. Undressing you may be my favorite part of this." You playfully roll your eyes. "Stop being a flirt and just zip me into the dress, I want lunch."

[kirbmey]

— daddy kento headcanons !

💌: sfw & nsfw, not proofread

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who’s way too busy and offline to understand the references you use in every other sentence, looking at you confused at the meaningless words.

— kento walked out your shared bedroom, making sure his tie was straight and hair put together, adjusting his glasses on his nose bridge. “wow, kennie, you ate and left no crumbs.” he turned his head to your sat figure, crossing his arms, biceps marked through the fabric of his white shirt. “what’s that supposed to mean, dear?” he questioned with a frown drawn on his handsome face, stepping closer to you. “it means that you slayed.” “wha—?” “you devoured, you delivered, you know? jeez…”

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who’s very patient about you in every single way. if you are feeling insecure he’ll reassure you as much as you might need, if you are feeling clingy and cuddly he’ll make some time for you to spend together, if you saw something cute online he’ll give you his black card without hesitation. anything for his princess.

— you’ve been cuddled up in bed the whole day since kento left this morning until he came back at night. when the tall man entered the room it was oddly warm inside, dark and silent. you were hidden under the pile of blankets watching some stupid show on your phone at the minimum volume, brightness all the way down. it was hard for him to tell if you were even there.

“my dear? are you alright?” he almost whispered while approaching the lump you formed underneath the comforter, sitting next to you and caressing some hair strands away from your sad-looking face. there were dried tears along your cheeks, he could tell.

kento gave you time to respond, not pushing you too far as he patiently kept caressing your hair after pulling his tie away and buttoning his shirt down a bit. “not feeling well, daddy…” you simply muted after some minutes, turning off the phone and throwing it away weakly. you wouldn’t use that nickname on a daily basis, keeping it exclusive for intimacy or for when you didn’t felt like thinking on your own.

“hmm, and may i know what’s got you feeling like this, baby?” he asked again, careful and silently. in the meantime he pulled the covers down, bringing your body to his arms so he could lead you both to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. he had you sat down on the counter, your head against his chest while he herd you rant about the reasons why you didn’t wanna do anything that day. he listened, nodded and made you feel heard, valid. made your fillings valid.

after washing you out of the long lasting sadness he cooked you dinner after he put you on the couch surrounded by your favorite plushies and fuzziest blankets. that’s what you needed, daddy to coax you into moving on, daddy to take good care of you as you didn’t know how to do it sometimes.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who loves it when you ask for help to do anything. need help reaching that top shelf? he instantly has both his hands holding you up. need him to style your hair? he’s already pulling out all the gadgets he might require to have you looking like a princess. need help with homework? your boyfriend is smart enough to help you do all of it.

— it was early in the morning when kento woke up to the scent of coffee and toast as he walked towards the kitchen, naked chest and gray sweatpants hung low on is hips. you, on the other hand, were dressed in his shirt as you climbed up the counters, trying to reach for the jam resting on the highest shelf.

he looked at you endearingly from the doorway, taking place behind you seconds after so you wouldn’t fall back. one of his beefy arms wrapped around your body. at the same time, the other one grabbed the jar effortlessly, looking back down to give it to you, leaving a soft peck on your forehead before sipping some coffee.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who keeps every little gift you’ve made him. the small knickknacks, the cute drawings of you two, the paper flowers or the framed pictures you’ve given him throughout the months.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who gets genuinely offended if you choose to sit anywhere else but his lap. it’s your proclaimed sit, like a personal princess throne. he makes sure to wear the most expensive slacks for you to be comfortable, wrapping both arms around your body to rest his chin on your shoulder an keep on doing whatever he was up to. never forgetting to pepper you whole with love bites and kisses.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who’s a big biiiig fan of cockwarming, yup, cockwarming. he’s a busy businessman and there are times when he just has not a free minute to spend with you. he would even focus a lot more with your sweet cunt wrapped around him, the warmth of your body against his, and your soft occasional whimpers enough motivation to finish work quickly so he can fuck you properly.

❤︎ sugardaddy!kento who fucks you but also makes love to you every so often. the softness of the moment, his body on top of yours as your legs wrap around his hips to bring him even closer, his huge hands holding onto your tiny ones while he thrust deep and slowly against your gummy spot. he would whisper low praises against your mouth and pet your hair when you both reach your climax :c

 — when you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy robe you weren’t expecting your shared room to be lit dimly by the soft glow of vanilla candles, the plushies you had on the bed now carefully placed on the floor and your daddy sat down on the edge of the king-sized mattress.

kento still wore his suit and tie, meaning he just came back from the office. his hair slightly ruffled and his glasses resting on the bedside table, munching on one of your favorite sweets. “come here, angel, i stopped by your favorite bakery on my way home” he declared while patting a place next to him.

you skipped happily towards your lover, filling his sweet mouth with kisses while giggling. he was normally busy, yes, but he always made up for the lost moment. nanami never made you feel unloved or unattended.

things from there moved on slowly and naturally, finding yourself straddling his lap while you both ate the sweets, ranting about your day, and gossiping on the latest news between soft kisses.

soft kisses that eventually ended in a make-out session, slow and wet. his hands placed on your lower back, gripping the flesh as you squirmed on top of him, fidgeting with the buttons of his dressing shirt. the robe you wore already lost somewhere on the floor and damp hair cascading down your back.

if you tried to pull back to catch your breath he would latch his glistening lips to your sensitive nipples, moving your body effortlessly to lay you on the bed while marking your breasts, claiming you his as he settled between your soft thighs. “daddy— mmh…” you whined as he lowered said kisses down your navel, licking the silky skin on its way, gripping both your legs as he took place between them, rubbing the tip of his nose against your bundle of nerves, sniffing into your natural scent. “so sweet, aren’t you, honey? sweet and perfect for daddy?” “mmph, yes, yes !”

the wet muscle caressing your pussy would make it embarrassingly easy to cum with aid from his long and skilled fingers, becoming undone before you would’ve liked. for kento this was pure satisfaction, seeing you cry from pleasure was his pleasure and he got off to it, humpimg the bed without realizing it.

later, he’d come up to kiss you again while taking off his annoying shirt and slacks, toying with your neglected nipples between his thumbs as his tip poked your leaking hole. “so good for me, doll, always so patient for my arrival.” he whispered against your ear as he slowly bottomed out, placing a warm hand on your belly to feel himself inside you. “that’s right, relax for daddy, honey, you’re doing so good.” he confessed after groaning at your tightness, picking up a nice pace for you both to moan against each other’s lips.

you both would reach your highs together, your arms hugging his shoulders to keep him close and his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he emptied himself inside of you, both your releases gushing over the sheets. kento hid his face in the crook of your neck while he hugged you back, smothering your now-dry hair without moving an inch. you, on the other hand, caress his nape lovingly, grabbing the duvet to cover you both as you slowly drift to sleep, not even bothering to clean yourselves.

that’s something daddy would take care of in the morning >_<

💌: i’m incapable of writing smut properly this is embarrassing :(

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Description: Poppin' bottles, here are some headcanons of some of the Wind Breaker boys taking care of their significant other when they've had one too many. Characters: Jo Togame, Hajime Umemiya, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo,& Toma Hiragi. Word Count: 2.1k Contains: Fem!Reader x Multiple Charcters (separate). Fluff. Mentions of alcohol/being drunk. Slightly suggestive in some (Sakura's is borderline smutty, oops). Not proof read. cw: mentions of attempted drink spiking in Kaji's. (Drink responsibly y'all). ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Author's Note: This was a request for wbk headcannons for them taking care of a drunk partner. I hope you enjoy it, Kisa!! This was actually so much fun to write, honestly, it was just the silly/fluffy thing I needed to get me back into the swing of things post-writer's block/sickness. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Togame scanned the crowd, leisurely drinking from the glass bottle in his hand, his eyes never straying from your form. He snickered to himself, watching you and Choji throw your bodies around dancing awfully with one another as you both laughed loudly. It warmed his heart to see you both together, the fact that the two most important people in his life got along and were even friends never eased to bring a smile to his face. He watched the both of you have a significant stumble to your movements as he eased off the bar, heading over to where the both of you were. His hand settled on your waist to keep you upright, grinning as he leaned down to your ear. “Woah there beautiful, careful, don’t want you taking a tumble now, hm?”

He chuckled as he felt your body stiffen beneath his fingertips, only for you to relax as the sound registered to your ears and you turned in his embrace. If there was ever a moment he wanted to commit to memory, it would be the very moment your features lit up upon seeing him. Throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him down to your level to place a wet kiss on his lips. He could taste the liquor coating your lips, leaning down to scoop you into his arms, large hands holding you steady by the backs of your thighs. “Come on, dove. Let’s get you home before you regret this tomorrow.” You begin to protest, only to trail off your words as the scent of his cologne meets your nose. Relaxing in his embrace, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, humming in contentment. “mmm.. fine but you’re carrying me home.” He chuckles once more, pressing his lips to your forehead in a sweet gesture. “I wouldn’t have it any other way darlin.”

Umemiya kicked the door closed with his foot, his arms occupied with your form as he carried you inside your shared apartment. Despite being perceived as immature, he was an older sibling and the former leader of Bofurin for years, making him a very nurturing partner. He smiles down at you, still wrapped around him like the cutest koala bear, he was glad you had a good time. Watching you dance with Tsubaki and giggling with Kotoha at the bar had filled him with happiness. Gently he sat you on the couch, kneeling in front of you, delicately removing each of your shoes, pressing a sweet kiss to each of your knees as he completed his task. Handing you a bottle of water and some painkillers to combat the hangover you were sure to have in the morning. “Did you have a good time sunflower?”

A smile breaks out on his face as you give a wobbly nod, your head bobbing in the cutest way. He picks you up once more, walking you both to the bedroom, placing you delicately on the bed as he gingerly removes your clothes. Pressing sweet kisses to your skin with each inch of it that was revealed to his eyes. “You're so beautiful honeybee.” He murmurs against your skin, forcing himself to pull away from you. You were intoxicated and Umemiya would never cross that line. He walked to the dresser, pulling your favorite sweater of his from the drawer before making his way back over to you. “Arms up, angel.” He laughs lightly when you do so, slipping the article of clothing over your form. He always loved seeing you in his clothes the way the soft fabric drowned your frame always came with a sense of pride knowing you were all his. After stripping down himself, he climbs in the bed, pulling you to rest against his chest, running his blunt nails along your scalp in a soothing gesture until he hears your breathing even out, letting sleep claim him with a smile on his lips.

Grey eyes scanned the crowd, searching for your form amongst the sea bodies in the crowded bar. He was waiting right where you left him before running off to the bathroom. There had been two men at the other end of the bar that had been eyeing you all night, and Kaji hadn’t liked that he lost track of them from his field of vision as well. He had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. As he continued to look for you amongst the crowd he caught something moving in the corner of his vision. With lightning-fast reflexes his hand shoots out to grab the wrist of one of the men who had snuck up, by the looks of it they had intended to slip something in your drink that was left sitting with his own on the bar top. He tightens his grip, fingers digging into their skin, his threat clear as he spoke through gritted teeth as he hard cany shattered between his molars. “You so much as think about it and I break your damn wrist, got it?” He growled, leveling the man with a glare hat caused the color to drain from his face.

The other male nodded, a look of fear overtaking his expression. Kaji shoved him harshly, releasing his iron-clad grip, watching as he and his companion scrambled off disappearing into the crowd. His blood was boiling, breathing deeply to calm his raging emotions as he replaced the candy in his mouth with a fresh one. Your voice breaks through his racing thoughts, turning back to you, “Rennie, I’m back! Hopefully, you weren’t waiting too long there was such a long line.” You huff, causing his shoulders to go lax in relief. It was miraculous how your mere presence was enough to bask him in a state of calm. A small smile, one he reserved only for you, slipped onto his expression. Pulling the lollipop from his lips, he leans down to press a longing kiss to your lips. “No not at all, but why don’t we head home, sugar? It's too crowded here.” He takes your hand in his own, dragging you out of the bar. Maybe if he decorated your skin in his marks, idiots like them would think twice before trying to touch what was his.

Sakura’s cheeks were hot, blush traveling down his neck as his hands gripped your hips. Your hips moved back against his own in time with the music that blasted from the speakers. No matter how many times he had found himself in this situation with you it never ceased to get him riled up. His eyes were drawn to your hips, noting how similar you had looked the night prior, him behind you in your shared bed. How his hips met your own as he had taken you, the sounds that had spilled from your lips better than any song they could play here. Your voice pulls him out of his daydreaming, your arms now wrapped around his neck as you face him. “What's on your mind handsome?” You purred, your lips pressing themselves to his ear as you pulled him down to your level. His heart picked up in his chest at the clear public display of affection. The liquid coursing through him giving him a surge of confidence to lean down and capture your lips in his own.

Sakura wasn’t one for such public affection but the effect that you and the alcohol he consumed had on him led to him throwing his inhibitions aside. His grip on your waist was tight, trailing his lips from your own to your jaw. His mouth left open-mouthed kisses in his ascent to your ear. His voice came out husky against the sensitive skin. “Can't help thinking how gorgeous you looked last night, moving your hips back on me, that’s all baby girl” He relishes in the shiver he feels go down your spine, meeting your hooded gaze as he pulls away from you. Grinning as he rendered you speechless, taking your moment of stunned rigidness to his advantage as he lifted you easily into his arms, effectively throwing you over his shoulder. His hand comes down on your ass in a playful smack, walking to the exit of the club. “Let's get you home kitten, lets see if we can't have a repeat of last night, yeah?” In that moment you swore you needed to get him tipsy more often.

“I know I know aren’t I just the worst?” Suo teases as your nose scrunches up, attempting to get you to drink the herbal tea he had prepared for you, knowing it would combat the hangover you were bound to have the next morning. He laughed at you, amusement present in his tone. “I know sweet baby, I know it isn’t coffee. But if you drink it you won’t wake up with a nasty headache tomorrow, now go on. Drink up my love.” He coos, you were absolutely adorable like this, refusing the tea he had brewed for you after getting you to eat something. He was patient, caring for you delicately as he had taken you home. Ignoring the way you had pressed your lips to his neck, the way your hands roamed his form in the back of the uber you both had taken home. He had a might high tolerance for alcohol than you did, so much so it didn’t sit right with him to take advantage of you when you were like this. He rested his chin in his hand as you begrudgingly began to drink the tea, eyes soft with adoration as his eyes drank in your features. “Now that wasn’t so hard was it babygirl?”

He ushered you off to the bathroom next, grabbing a cloth to moisten in micellar water as he began to remove your makeup. “Can’t have you breaking out because you slept in your makeup baby.” He hums as he washes your face, patting it dry before applying your nighttime moisturizer. “There isn’t that all better? There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiles pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. Taking your hands in his own he leads you to your shared bed, climbing in with you. He was sure to maneuver you so you weren’t lying on your back in case you got sick. “Come now starlight, let's get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning, my beloved.” He begins to hum a soft tune, knowing it would lull you to sleep. He sighed in contentment as he felt you relax against him, removing his eye covering as he curled around you protectively. Pressing one last kiss to your temple with a declaration of love before letting his eyes close. 

Hiragi heaved a deep sigh, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. This had been the third time he had lost you tonight, you had kept slipping from his grasp, testing his patience with how slippery you had become. He was happy you were enjoying yourself, overjoyed even, your happiness was all he wanted after all, But every time he turned his back to get you water or something to eat to combat the alcohol you had consumed you managed to wiggle away from him. His ears perked hearing the sound of your laugh, following its melody. It led him to the end of the bar, both you and Umemiya throwing back another round of shots, the two of you perking up when he came into your line of sight. His eye twitched, why couldn’t you be best friends with anyone else? Why not Sako or Kaji? Those two were far more responsible and far less reckless than the man standing before him. Popping a ablet of his stomach medication from its sleeve into his mouth to combat the indigestion you both were sure to bring him.

“Hey, Hiragi!” Umemiya threw a heavy arm over the blonde’s shoulder his boisterous laughter meeting his ears. “Come drink with us!” His words were slurred and his movements unsteady as he dragged him over to where you both were previously standing. He sighed taking a seat in the booth, opening his mouth to protest, only to shut it as you laid your legs across his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzled close to him. “Hi my Toma.” You cooed, nose rubbing against his cheek in a pseudo-kiss, before resting your head on his shoulder, humming contentedly. “You’re so handsome. Have I ever told you that?” You spoke so softly adoration filling your tone. His cheeks darkened, supporting your body against his own, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he rested a large hand on your back to steady you against him. He supposed your slippery nature when intoxicated wasn’t all bad, especially when it meant he got to see this side of you.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ happy birthday isagi!

𝐛𝐲𝐫: these are just headcanons! female reader, intended lowercase, includes swearing, possible out of character / mischaracterisation, established relationship, extreme crack, fluff, suggestive and sexual themes — { lingerie, thigh riding }

in a frighteningly rare moment of mercy, one that would probably go down in history and end up in some guinness world record book of things that seemed impossible, ego allowed isagi to take the day off.

one day off. away from blue lock. for exactly twenty four hours and only twenty four hours, were his words.

actually, it wasn’t even his words.

"come on." anri had insisted. "he’s been working so hard. just give the kid twenty four hours. he deserves it."

ego merely sighed. "what’s wrong with him celebrating his birthday here? we have cake. i think. you can get cake, can’t you?"

anri just gave him a pointed look before turning to the striker in front of them.

"you have twenty four hours, isagi-kun." she nodded her head curtly. "it’s our gift to you."

"don’t make us regret this." ego added, voice cold like a robot. "go. celebrate your birthday or whatever."

isagi didn’t dare to ask any questions. just nodded once, grabbed his duffel bag and sprinted out of the facility like it was some kind of prison. to be fair, though, there was a striking resemblance. the place didn’t even have windows.

now, he was standing in front of your doorstep while still in uniform. blue lock hoodie, pants, slightly dirty cleats and a bashful smile on his face.

knock.

knock.

knock.

his clenched hand was trembling slightly; excited to see his girlfriend after so long.

you barely manage to get the door open before launching into him with a surprised squeal, arms wrapping around his neck.

"yoichi? yoichi! you’re here! it’s your birthday! happy birthday, sweetheart!"

he grunts, stumbling back a little by the sheer power of your hug. you kiss his cheek. then the other one. then once more for good measure. he lets out a sheepish little chuckle — clearly basking in the attention.

you suddenly pull away, hands resting on his firm shoulders. "wait, you’re here?" you squint in confusion.

"yeah." he mumbles, wasting no time to pull you in again by the waist, burying his face in your neck. he lets out a dreamy sigh after inhaling your ever familiar scent, planting his own kiss against your pulse. "they let me out for my birthday."

"when you word it like that, you really make that place sound like an asylum." your fingers card through his short dark strands.

"trust me, it is."

you snort, nose crinkling. "then we’re gonna celebrate your freedom. come on."

reaching for his hand, you pull him into the house with a pretty ambitious goal: a homemade birthday cake.

"but wait, i don’t even know how to make a cake." isagi says, standing in the middle of the kitchen dumbly.

"me neither. just have faith! i’ll pull up some recipe on my phone."

he didn’t find that response very convincing but he went along with it anyways.

isagi then asked why he had to participate in making his own birthday cake. you gasped and told him that blue lock really was turning him into an egoistic brat. he grumbled at that, already walking to the fridge and tugging some ingredients out to prove that he could still be a good humble boyfriend.

you snicker under your breath. gottem.

it takes you around thirty minutes to figure out if you even have all the ingredients for his desired flavour. which was adzuki bean paste, by the way. you had no idea why he couldn’t have just said something more simple like vanilla, but you weren’t going to question the birthday boy. anyways he ended up getting flour everywhere, and you dropped an egg on the floor.

after getting everything cleaned up, you were finally mixing the batter, focusing on the recipe that was displayed on your phone.

see what’s happens when you trust the process?

that’s when you glance over for a second and notice that isagi is already licking the spatula.

before stealing the bowl and doing the same to it. feverishly.

"woah." you mutter, eyes widening. "calm down, sweetheart."

he looks up at you with the most deadpan expression. cake batter smeared on the corner of his mouth.

"do you know what i have to eat in blue lock? it’s so bland. i haven’t had anything this sugary in months. let me have this. please. it’s my birthday."

you blink at his theatrics. he just goes back to licking.

"jeez. okay. continue. but if you get salmonella later, it is not my fault and i’m not holding your hand in the emergency room."

he doesn’t answer. he just looks at you one more time before continuing to indulge in the mix.

"you’ll be holding my hand." he mumbles knowingly into the bowl. you roll your eyes.

while the cake bakes, and probably burns, you decide to drag isagi out of the house into the afternoon sun. it’s the first real breath of fresh air he’s had in weeks.

"come on." you tug your intertwined hands excitedly. "there’s this new boba place that opened a few weeks ago. it’s got honeydew, taro, matcha–"

"that’s a lot of sugar." he quirks an eyebrow.

"weren’t you just eating raw batter?"

"…it’s my birthday."

you arrive at the quaint little boba shop. it smells like sweet syrup, fresh dough and warm milk. he stands behind you in the line, arms loosely wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder.

you stare up at the menu thoughtfully, telling isagi what you’re thinking of getting.

"i knew it." he chuckles. "it’s been months and you’re still getting that flavour. are you sure you aren’t addicted?"

"so what?" you retort defensively. "addiction just shows consistency. which is a good skill to have."

his dark eyebrows raise. "that is… an interesting point of view."

"thank you." you hum, stepping closer to the register once the person in front of you takes their receipt and stands at the waiting bay.

the two of you decide to sit at a bench in your local park with the drinks. he’s stealing sipping from your cup, eyes half-lidded like it’s the first time he’s truly relaxed in weeks.

you watch him quietly. "how’s the sugar crash hitting?"

he lifts the cup, handing it back to you. "not yet. but i think i’m getting drunk off this."

"it’s tea, yoichi."

he chuckles breathlessly. "no, i mean this," his eyes flicker from his own drink, to you. "you. being here. all of this."

your face unwillingly flushes at that.

you set your drink down beside you, reaching to hold onto his bicep before leaning forward to plant a kiss on his nose.

"dork." you whisper, smiling. "that was sappy."

he catches your hand before it falls away, threads his fingers through yours, and leans in to properly press a slow kiss to your lips. he tastes faintly of tapioca.

"i think i’m allowed to be." he murmurs. "it’s my birthday. remember?"

cue your face flushing even harder.

the two of you decide to wander around the area some more. it was mostly his idea, since the luxury of not being in a confined space was being presented ever so deliciously.

you eventually stumble across a market area that has lanterns hanging above every stall. it’s crowded and loud, with shop owners calling out their deals, so isagi squeezes your hand a little bit tighter.

just to make sure you don’t get separated.

when all of a sudden, he stops dead in his tracks right in the middle of the crowd. you follow his gaze to find some sort of vintage soccer merchandise booth. that’s when you realise his eyes are practically sparkling.

"no way. is that a 2014 noel noa france away jersey?" his lips part in awe.

not that you had any idea if it was, but you were already reaching for your wallet. his reaction told you more than enough.

"wait, wait," he stops you. "you don’t have to buy me anything–"

"it’s your birthday, sweetheart, i have to get you something. besides, you already paid for the boba."

his ears turn a faint shade of red. he tries to gently swat your hand away. to manoeuvre your wallet back inside your purse.

"no. it’s fine. seriously. i was gonna ask my mum for new cleats or something later, so you don’t have–"

you gasp at the newly revealed information, immediately grabbing his face in both your hands. the action shuts him up instantly.

"you wanted new cleats? and you were going to ask your mum?"

his eyes are wide, caught between flustered and amused. "i mean… she always got them for me before…"

you squish his face together with your palms. isagi lets you. honestly, he lives for it.

"no. i will buy it for you. you want new cleats? you get new cleats. from me. because i am your girlfriend. your number one fan. and you are my baby. now say it." you can feel his skin grow warmer under your touch.

"i am your baby." he mumbles through squished lips.

"again." you demand.

"i’m your baby."

you kiss his puckered mouth, before finally letting him go. "good boy."

his entire face is red, and it’s not just from the friction of your hands against his flesh. you almost think he might combust with how hard he’s blushing. in fact he walks away for a moment to clear his dizzy head while you hand the vendor your card.

the two of you walk down the lantern lit path together, plastic shopping bags swinging at your sides. he’s bumping his shoulder into yours ever so often. just to feel you closer.

"hey." he says after a while.

"yeah?"

"thanks."

you look over to see him already staring at you. eyes warm with affection. hair tousled from the breeze. his cheeks somehow still flushed from earlier. for once he looks like a boy in love, not just a rising star with the weight of japanese soccer on his shoulders.

"you deserve a good birthday." you shrug.

"i already have it." he returns.

the two of you finally arrive back home just after golden hour ends. to the cake. it’s a little uneven and there’s a small crack down one side, but damn it, it’s heartfelt.

you jab a singular candle in it, fiercly striking up a match that isagi instantly tries to do for you. but you weren’t going to let anything stop you from making it a special moment for him. so you held it out of his reach.

which was incredibly dangerous, but it’s fine. the couch almost caught on fire, but it didn’t.

that was the main thing.

after he backed down, you successfully lit the candle. before bursting into song. he pretended to be mortified. but honestly, he was so grateful for it all.

"happy birthday to youuuuuu."

he’s biting back a smile, unable to conceal how much he really is enjoying everything. "your singing is very off-key."

"yeah, well, i never said i was auditioning for glee, so shut up." you snap, before tacking on, "now close your eyes and make a wish."

you push the visually challenged cake forward, watching as his eyes flutter shut. his lips curve upwards completely now. in a small sweet smile. the singular candle brightens a warm glow around his face.

he doesn’t say anything. he just leans forward and blows it out in one soft breath.

after that, you both sit curled up together on the couch. a slice of the cake split between you on a small plate. less dishes that way.

you feed isagi a bite off the fork, grinning as a bit of icing sticks to the corner of his mouth. "you’ve got something here." you reach to swipe it off.

he catches your wrist and kisses your fingertips instead.

your realise your face is flushing again as you shuffle against him. "so, can i know what you wished for?"

he looks offended that you even asked. “hey, it won’t come true if i say it out loud."

"oh, you really believe in that stuff?" you chuckle, before prodding. "come on. tell me. what did you wish for?"

he doesn’t even blink, setting against the couch. "you."

you freeze with the fork halfway to your mouth. great. there had to be some sort of world record for how many times someone’s face could go red in one day, and you were about to break it. you try to laugh his response off, but it’s real.

you can see it in his eyes.

a moment passes where you mentally recollect yourself, before inhaling. "actually, it’s funny you should say that."

you suddenly disregard the piece of cake on the coffee table, standing up with a new kind of vigour. almost jittery.

isagi tilts his head. "huh? where are you going? this is the exact opposite of what i wished for. i told you i shouldn’t have–"

"just stay here." you instruct, looking oddly suspicious.

he watches you curiously as you leave the room before leaning forward to shove. another forkful of cake into his mouth.

a few moments pass, before you walk back in and stop right in front of him.

now, wearing something so lacy and so tiny that it could barely even qualify as clothing. delicate mesh clings to your body, leaving just enough to the imagination. but not nearly enough to spare isagi’s sanity.

there’s a satin bow tied at your sternum like a present. his present.

and then he sees the ruffled garter snugly looped around just one thigh. now that little thing was actually sending him into oblivion

isagi immediately chokes on his own breath. his entire face flares up with heat, red rushing up his neck to the tips of his ears.

you’re in lingerie.

and that perfect little garter was driving him up the wall. he adjusts his sweatpants as subtly as possible.

"what–" isagi finally opens his mouth when he realises he can’t just continue to stare at you for the rest of the day, and unfortunately, the rest of his life. he sputters stupidly. "what are you–?"

he’s redder than the adzuki bean paste.

"gosh. don’t look so surprised." you almost whine, feeling embarrassment course through your body under his gaze. "it’s been months since we last saw each other. i thought this would be cute."

"no! it is! i’m just…" his mouth goes dry completely. "are you sure? i don’t want you to feel like we have to–i mean, i want to–obviously–but–"

"yes!" you squeak, suddenly feeling very self conscious. "why else do you think i would buy this?"

"when did you even buy that…?" he trails off, eyes shamelessly dragging down the length of your figure.

isagi suddenly shakes his head. like he needs to be mentally recalibrated.

"come here. please." he says instead, hoarsely, like a whole new train of thought just hit him all at once.

your entire body is warm as you shuffle closer. his hands automatically reach for your hips, gently guiding you down onto his lap.

you settle against him, fingers clutching at his shoulders to steady yourself. your faces are close. way too close.

he exhales shakily now that you’re in his arms, and the intimacy only makes your body burn more.

"i’m sorry. i was just shocked because you look so beautiful." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your neck. "this is honestly the best gift i’ve ever gotten."

you can’t stop blushing, and you suddenly wonder if this is pay back for earlier at the market place. your fingers flex against his hoodie, grounding yourself with the fabric.

"thanks, yoichi." you whisper. then you lean back just enough to meet his eyes.

"wanna unwrap me?"

for a second he doesn’t answer. he just stares at you. with his blue eyes wide, and his hands still resting on your ruffle-clad hips.

you almost wonder if that teasing little line was too much, but then he says something back. very quietly.

so quiet you almost think you misheard him.

"can i…" his voice is low. "can i just watch you ride my thigh first?"

you blink, faltering at the oddly specific request.

staring at him blankly for a good moment.

mainly because nothing could’ve prepared you to hear that.

"your thigh?" you slowly repeat.

now his entire face was burning red.

“i-i’ve been thinking about it for a while. to be honest. i just miss the way you move. you don’t even have to do it for long! just a bit."

your stomach literally flips. there’s something vaguely mortifying about getting off in front of another person. but there’s no way you can deny isagi when he’s looking at you like that. all needy and devoted. and on his birthday, too. that would be cruel.

"okay. just don’t make fun of me."

"i’d never." he whispers.

you shift, knees bending slightly as you straddle just one of his thighs. his sweats are soft under you, but you can feel his muscle flex instinctively as you settle down. his breath stutters hard against your collarbone.

your hands are still on his shoulders for balance. his grip finds your hips again. and you start to move. it’s just a little bit at first.

but the friction immediately makes your breath hitch.

the lacy fabric of your panties heightens the sensation, as you grind yourself on the thick muscle. it already feels humiliatingly good, and your thighs begin to shake. your form probably would’ve been wobbly if wasn’t for isagi firmly pressing you down on him.

"shit." you gasp. "this is… okay, this is embarrassing."

isagi’s eyes are locked on you. and they’re wide. more animalistic than you’ve ever seen them. and you’ve seen them during that u-20 match. he’s practically heaving as you rock back and forth.

"no. no, it isn’t. you look so good like this." he murmurs, pulling you into a kiss almost desperately. he still tastes like the cake.

"yoichi–"

"dont stop. please don’t stop." the plea tumbles pathetically from his lips.

he looks wrecked, and he’s not even really doing anything. just watching. just feeling you on top of him. feeling that warmth between your thighs on top of him.

you manage to find a rhythm, getting a little bit more confident as you fall into it. little noises escape from you, each one sending isagi spiralling further. you can feel the tension in his thigh, how he’s flexing it subtly, almost like he wants to help you grind harder without even moving.

"you like it?” he asks quietly, like he genuinely needs to know. if it’s ruining you as much as watching it is ruining him.

that’s when you notice the two wet patches on his pants. one due to his own arousal leaking. and one from you. your face goes even redder; you were enjoying this more than anticipated. it did kind of help that your boyfriends thigh was made up of solid muscle. although you weren’t sure how he was going to bring this soiled pair back to blue lock. it probably needed to be bleached.

he follows your gaze, noticing it too, and that seems to answer his question. he groans. like he’s never been so turned on his life.

"fuck." he breathes, not even pretending to be composed. "i think about this all the time."

you falter again, fingers tightening once again in his hoodie. "…you do?"

he’s red. he’s so red. but he nods with the confession. "i think about you getting off on my thigh. a lot. i imagine it when i can’t sleep in the dorms and sometimes when i shower. i imagine your face–this face���fuck. i-i didn’t think i’d get to see it for real–"

your entire body buzzes with heat.

"and now that i am seeing it, i never want to forget it."

you let out a quiet moan that morphs into a breathless laugh, the realisation that this whole thing is just an unusual fetish he’s been harbouring dawns on you.

"why didn’t you tell me this earlier?"

"i-i didn’t want you to think that i was some kind of pervert. sorry. i’m sorry." his voice quivers.

"don’t be." you mumble. you’re still grinding slowly, every roll of your hips dragging your soaked core across the hard press of his thigh. your breathing is starting to catch and you let out a whimper, mostly to yourself. "i think i could actually come like this."

a faint gasp leaves him, like your words just physically hit him in the heart.

"you…" he stammers. it’s a helpless sound. "you want to? like this?"

your face is on fire now. you weren’t even talking to him. you were just overwhelmed. but he’s processing it like it’s the most life altering information he’s ever received.

breathless, he doesn’t even wait for a response. "okay. okay–i’ll help."

his voice is urgent and soft and it cracks a little, as he brings a hand down, sliding between your thighs to gently press his fingers over your panties.

"you wanna come like this? just on my thigh?" he repeats. probably for good measure. probably because it’s really doing something for him.

but the way he’s forcing you to repeat yourself makes you flustered. "yes."

"fuck. okay. yeah. yeah, please–please do it. I wanna see. I’ll help you–just let me help."

his fingers move over your clit in slow circles, matching the rhythm effortlessly. all that time apart and he still hadn’t forgotten how to make you fall apart. It’s not rushed or sloppy. It’s so attentive it almost hurts. like he needs this just as much as you do.

your head drops to his shoulder. you’re breathing harder now, panting into his neck as his fingers works you closer.

you can’t help but to moan softly, hips beginning to stutter.

"you’re so beautiful. like–it’s insane. don’t know how i got so lucky. i didn’t think–shit. i thought about this but not like–this.”

isagi’s talking in broken little bursts now, hands trembling as he watches you fall apart. like he can’t believe you’re really doing it. like you’re some daydream that came to life.

and that’s when you feel him press a kiss to your temple. then your cheek. then your mouth. it’s deep and hot, tiling his head to brush his tongue against yours.

it makes you moan again. the sound is shaky and high, and he groans into the kiss again like it’s actively wrecking him.

"come for me." he begs. "please. just like this. on me."

you can’t help it — you do. it hits hard and fast as the heat in your stomach breaks loose. you shake, with a loud gasp of yoichi!

he holds you through it, planting breathless kisses at the top of your head. you feel him, so hard against your hip, straining through his sweats. untouched.

"that’s my girl. you’re so perfect."

he murmurs, hand gently stroking your back, still reeling himself in. after a long pause, when you’re finally able to catch your breath, he clears his throat.

"it’s a good thing you came when you did."

you lift your head. half in confusion, half wondering if you heard him correctly. your expression prompts him to continue. so, he swallows. hard.

"i was about to come in my pants."

you stare at him. he’s dead serious. just genuine concern. like he was worried for himself. you can’t help but to burst into laughter against him.

practically wheezing against his chest. "oh my gosh. yoichi. you’re serious!" you state, in complete amusement.

he groans. "it’s not my fault, you said it yourself! it’s been months since we’ve seen each other. and you just looked so insanely good, and–"

you’re cackling. he decides to hide his face in your shoulder to save himself the shame.

"you poor thing." you gasp, trying to catch your breath again but for an entirely different reason now.

"i would’ve never recovered from that." isagi mumbles into your skin. you let out a snicker, turning your head to kiss his neck, then his jaw, then his cheek.

a moment passes.

"that thigh riding stuff really turned you on, huh?" you hum. it’s not even teasing. it’s more in the same tone you’d use when making an interesting observation.

his face is still bright red. "i don’t know why it does, but it does. and i’m still turned on." his voice goes quieter, letting out his own huff of amusement. "it hurts."

you shift back in his lap slightly, eyes locking with his.

"good thing i’m here to help, then." your fingers toy with the ribbon tied at the front of your chest. "you still wanna unwrap me?"

his breathing stutters. "more than anything."

and this time, he doesn’t hesitate to pull at the bow. the two of you spend the rest of the day together, attached by the hip.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a few days later after his birthday, a package arrives at blue lock.

it’s got your handwriting on it.

isagi opens it carefully, expecting new cleats, and they’re there! a sleek new pair in the exact colour he mentioned when you were passing by the market place.

but tucked beside it? there’s a small bubble wrapped keychain.

he blinks.

it’s him.

chibi style isagi yoichi. dribbling with his eyes narrowed and blue lock jersey on. there’s even a little sparkle next to the figurines mouth like he’s mid-dialogue.

your little note reads:

can you believe i found this when i went to pick up your cleats? couldn’t resist getting it. i keep one on my bag too so i guess we’re matching. xoxo from your biggest fan.

he stares at it for a long time.

like he can’t believe there’s an actual keychain of him existing.

"they made my calves too big." he mumbles to himself, blushing furiously.

later that day, rin sees it hanging from isagi’s duffel bag and squints.

"you attached a toy of yourself to your gear, lukewarm?"

isagi shrugs, also staring down at it.

"it was a gift. from my girlfriend. you know, cause i have one. cause i’m not a cold jerk. like some people."

bachira gasps somewhere in the distance.

"where’s my isagi keychain?"

[yanderes-galore]

Maybe some headcanons for Deadpool with a Reader who is literally just a guy™(gn!reader ofc, I'm aware you don't write for male reader)?

Man is boasting about how he cut a guy in half or something like that and reader is just trying to finish their paperwork and nodding along, barely paying attention to what he says bcs rent is due

Yeah you're right, I usually do GN now with the occasionally Female! Reader. Regardless, here's you getting Deadpool as your friend against your will (or something more.)

Yandere! Deadpool with Citizen! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Murder, Blood, Violence, Delusional behavior, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Deadpool/Wade is someone that would seem... inconvenient to the average person.

He's a chaotic mercenary that's quite used to spilling blood.

He's seen horrors and enemies you've never heard of or seen.

You, on the other hand, are simply trying your best to live a normal life.

You work a normal job, you work to pay bills and rent, maybe you even study for college.

You're focused on your own goals.

Honestly, the dynamic of you somehow having Deadpool obsessed with you is funny.

He's far from normal, yet he considers you a person he simply has to be around all the time.

In ways he's useful to have... but I can also see him bringing you trouble.

Sometimes I can imagine him knocking on your door to beg you to hang out.

Yet let's be honest, Deadpool seems more likely to slip himself through your window and wait for you to find out.

He's so giddy about it too.

He stalks you from afar, disguising it as 'watching over you since it's dangerous'.

Yet there's times you'll hear him slip into your home or apartment somehow.

When you encounter him, he's just laying on the couch or sitting at your desk with his arms in the air.

"Surprise!" He'd say, practically grinning under his mask. "Your favorite person's here to say hello!"

Good luck getting rid of him... He's stubborn.

I imagine at first you're bothered.

After all, he's a mercenary who somehow got attached to you.

Now you have to worry about being a target due to speaking with a man you barely know.

Yet when Deadpool keeps you safe and out of the hands of threats... You tolerate him more.

He insists you call him Wade when it's just the two of you.

Regardless of how much you know about him... Deadpool treats you like you're close friends.

Even if you try to get rid of him, he just comes back the very next day.

You feel rather forced to be close to him when he starts offering to help you with finances.

Having trouble? His work can sometimes bring big payouts.

As long as you don't mind him coming up to you covered in blood... He can help you at least with the rent~

You're also forced to accept the fact you have a murderer that's close to you.

Well... a mercenary. As long as he benefits from it, he'll take a job.

Plus... Spoiling his dear companion allows him closer!

There have been multiple times you've scolded him for getting blood around the apartment.

Even when you grow used to the idea of his work, you'd rather he doesn't track evidence wherever he goes.

Of course, in response, he simply asks if he can borrow your shower and wash his suit here.

Which leads to you sighing deeply and complying.

It's hard to be scared of him since he has an oddly soothing personality at times?

Sure, he's chaotic, murderous, and downright vulgar at times...

But there's also times he tries to be compensating, offering to pay for things or bringing you gifts.

He knows he can be a dangerous pain in the ass sometimes...

So, he wants to show you he wants a mutual bond.

Deadpool is overprotective and jealous as a yandere, be that platonic or romantic.

He'll try not to kill out of jealousy... Killing should only be done if it's for money or you're in danger.

Yet... He is fully capable of it.

It would be so easy to make someone's death untraceable for him... somewhat.

He could definitely kill someone then play it off with you that he didn't.

Although he'll try not to murder anyone too close to you... He needs you to like him after all.

... he could always be manipulative and make you dislike someone too....

Deadpool can be extremely selfish... but he'll try to think things through.

He'd rather you like him genuinely... and not force it.

Deadpool is rather casual for someone who likes to break into your house.

At some point you may just get used to it.

You just try to tell him to let you sleep if he decides to crash for the night....

For the most part he doesn't disturb you...

He probably does watch you sleep though.

Now to talk about what the original request brought up... Yes, he would tell you all sorts of stories.

You could be studying, paying bills, working on something on your PC...

Only for Deadpool to ramble on and on beside you, telling you about a recent job he did.

He works on making it entertaining, too.

He's elaborate in his retellings, sound effects and acting the entire time.

You nod along, only shaken from your work when he leans against your work, asking what you're doing.

He's a surprisingly casual yandere.

Although... He ends up crashing all of your hangouts with other people.

He wants it obvious that you two are best buds.

Or, if he's feeling playful or romantic, something more~

He seems like he'd be overly dramatic and flirty on purpose to make others uncomfortable to keep you for himself.

Afterwards he practically begs you to play games with him on your console(s).

Even just chatting is enough for him!

Just... He doesn't like anyone else having that same privilege.

I feel Deadpool would threaten others to stay away from you if you'll notice they're gone.

Then once he severs that connection, he can do whatever he wants.

Deadpool would overall try to keep things 'normal' between you.

At least... As normal as he can be.

Anything darker he makes sure is kept hidden... or if you found out...

He'll come up with an elaborate excuse on why he had to do what he did, just so he can continue to crash at your place and keep your eyes on him.

[purinbunnii]

SFW Headcanons

1. Unapologetic Flirt

Rafayel doesn’t just flirt — he performs. Every wink, every low-voiced compliment is calculated to make you blush. But it’s never hollow — his eyes always linger like he’s memorizing you.

“Is it my fault you look so good when you’re annoyed with me?”

Example: You’re irritated after a late meeting, pacing and venting. He lounges nearby, watching you like you’re the best show on Earth. “Keep going,” he says, grinning. “You’re even hotter when you’re furious.”

⸻

2. Deep Emotional Awareness

For all his teasing, Rafayel sees people. Especially you. He catches on to every shift in your voice, every flicker of doubt — and his charm quiets into something much more honest.

“You don’t have to be strong for me. I like you just the way you are — tired, messy, all of it.”

Example: After a particularly rough mission, you try to shake it off. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, no jokes this time. “You gave too much of yourself again, didn’t you?”

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3. Possessive in Private

He’s all smooth smiles in public — but behind closed doors, he’s very clear: you’re his. He doesn’t need to shout it. A hand on your back, a heated look — it’s all there.

“I don’t mind sharing your time… but not your attention.”

Example: Someone flirts with you during a briefing. Later, Rafayel pulls you aside with a lazy smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Didn’t know we were entertaining guests.”

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4. Affection Through Touch

He’s constantly touching you — a guiding hand at your waist, fingers ghosting along your wrist, lips pressed just behind your ear for no reason at all.

“You calm me down, you know that? Just… being near you.”

Example: You’re falling asleep on the ship lounge couch. He walks by, sees you, and without a word, tucks his jacket over you and kisses your forehead.

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5. Romantic Mischief

Expect sudden candle-lit dinners in the engine room or love notes hacked into the mission logs. Rafayel doesn’t do boring when it comes to love.

“Routine kills passion. Lucky for you, I’m a professional at keeping things interesting.”

Example: You wake up to soft music and a projection of a sunrise on the ceiling. He’s sitting beside you with breakfast. “Rise and shine, my favorite view.”

⸻

NSFW Headcanons (18+)

1. Slow and Calculated

Rafayel takes his time. He studies you like he’s solving an equation — every gasp, twitch, and moan filed away so he can draw it out longer next time. Control turns him on.

“I want to see how long I can keep you right here… just like this.”

Example: You’re already trembling beneath him, but he doesn’t rush. His hands glide lower, mouth dragging slowly across your skin. “No hurry. We’ve got all night.”

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2. Low, Dirty Talk

His voice drops in bed — deep, dark velvet. He murmurs against your throat, telling you exactly how good you feel, how wrecked you look, how much he wants you.

“You should hear yourself. Do you even know how beautiful you sound when you break for me?”

Example: You’re breathless, fingers gripping the sheets, and his lips are by your ear, voice steady and reverent as he rocks into you. “Take me in. That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

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3. Loves Control — But Gives Just Enough

He likes to lead — pressing you down, holding your wrists, deciding when you come — but only after reading you, ensuring it’s what you crave too.

“You want me to take over? Then say it. I need to hear it.”

Example: He pins you against the wall, but waits. His hand rests at your throat gently, and his gaze darkens. “You trust me, don’t you?” he asks. When you nod, he smiles — slow, devastating — and finally takes.

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4. Praise Over Degradation

Rafayel might tease in everyday life, but in bed? He’s reverent. He wants you to feel like the center of the universe — every kiss, every thrust layered with worship.

“You’re perfect like this. Under me, around me, for me.”

Example: You reach your peak with a cry, and instead of laughing or cocky remarks, he whispers, “That’s it. Just like that. You’re stunning when you let go.”

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5. Intentional Aftercare

After everything, he’s soft. Wipes you down with warm cloths, brings you water, spoons you close. He stays awake just to watch your breath steady.

“Don’t move yet. Let me take care of you.”

Example: You doze off in his arms, skin still flushed. He brushes hair from your face, kisses your temple, and mutters, “You’re too good for me, cutie. I’ll keep proving I’m worth it.”

[revasserium]

Can I request any windbreak characters (headcanons) of your choosing reacting to their s/o ending up in the hospital beacause if a rival gang targeting them?

reqs are open!

the beautiful and damned

sakura, suo; 911 words; fluff, slight angst, implied bodily harm, lapslock, no "y/n", hurt/comfort kinda i guess?, very!drabble, suo being... suo

a/n: sry i only did sakura and suo... currently i've only got the muse for these two tho i did consider tossing umemiya in there lmao; maybe next time...

falling backwards — sakura

it can take the body up to twenty-minutes to cycle through an average fight-or-flight response though he’s always prided himself in staying for the fight.

seeing you in the hospital bed for the first time was a masterclass in the concept of flight — or rather, in falling. of the ground crumbling beneath him, of his stomach going momentarily weightless before sinking and sinking, of his lungs calcifying inside his chest till it physically stings to breathe.

“i’m alright,” you say, waving him off, but for the first time, his knee-jerk reaction isn’t to punch something — it’s to topple into the chair by the door and bury his face in his hands.

“you’re alright…” he says, his mouth forming around the words like learning to speak for the very first time, and then again, “you’re alright.” the says the words like a prayer answered, like exaltation, like a promise to himself made and broken and mended back again.

you cast him a wide smile, though he doesn’t miss the way you wince and your hand jumps up to the bandage wrapped around your forehead.

“it really looks worse than it is… i just got scratched so they had to bandage up my head but the wound was really shallow so —”

he makes his way over to your bedside and tugs you into his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to block out the harsh, florescent light of the hospital room. for a second, your voice is muffled against his shirt but then you go quiet in his arms, you go soft, and there’s a terrifying moment when he wonders if he’s held on too tight —

“sakura?”

“you’re… alright.”

he slumps down on the bed next to you, reaching for your hands. you let him take them, let him study them. there are a smattering of bruises along your arms, but nothing’s broken, no lasting damage. he leans down to press his forehead to the backs of your hands; you feel the heat simmering beneath his skin, stark and startling against your cool fingers.

“yeah. i’m alright. and… you’re okay too,” you say, flipping a hand over to cup his face, to lift his head up to meet your gaze. he nods, slowly, leaning into your touch.

“yeah… i think i will be.”

here are the monsters — suo

there are a few things suo hayato knows to be true: he’s a good fighter, even one of the best in the freshman year, that green tea should be brewed at 75 to 80 degrees, and that whoever did this will pay.

“tell me who did this.”

his voice is light, almost conversational, and nothing in his expression betrays the bright red fury curdling just beneath the thin veneer of his calm. you eye him warily, and he smiles sweetly, cocking his head to one side as he waits for your answer.

“hayato…”

“hm?”

you sigh, leaning back in your hospital bed and crossing your arms.

“if i tell you, promise you won’t go looking for a fight.”

suo pauses, considering your words, tallying them against his internal list of truths — he knows of the terrible risk of loving someone more than yourself, of the secret strength it grants you. he knows terror too, the kind that seems endless and dark and ever-expanding, a black hole of nothing that threatens to consume him when he’d first heard that you’d been hurt bad enough to warrant a night in the hospital.

but beneath that terror is something else — something with flashing teeth and shining claws that he does not have a name for but has felt flickering there for his whole entire life.

this is the monster, he thinks, that lives in us all.

the minotaur in the middle of the maze of self.

hungry and lonely and howling for blood.

“fine. i promise,” he says, putting his hands up.

you blink at him for a few seconds before your eyes narrow once more. you know him, and you know him almost too well.

“hayato, what aren’t you telling me?”

“i’ll tell you if you tell me who did this.”

after another second’s pause, you sigh and list off a few names — the perpetrators to this great crime. kids, too, from another school’s gang.

“it’s par for the course, isn’t it?” you say, your voice tightening slightly as suo nods and gets to his feet. he takes his time, stretches, leans down to drop a sweet kiss into your hair, “i knew what i was getting into when i agreed to date you so…” your voice trails off as suo makes for the door, humming lightly.

“where’re you going?” you ask.

he pauses by the door, “for a walk and… maybe a friendly chat with some kids at the school the next county over.”

“hayato! you promised you wouldn’t go looking for a fight!”

at this, suo’s expression shifts ever so slightly. it’s in the slant of his mouth and the sharpness of his eyes, the way his voice is smooth as starlight but his words have all their vowels seeped in cyanide —

“oh i’m not going looking for a fight… but you see, the second they put a hand on you, the fight already found it’s way to me.”

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@houseofsolisoccasum

[digitallovergirl]

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 I CAN'T MOVE ON, BABY DOLL... J. GRACE HEADCANONS.

so, I did say I wouldn't write for the pjo fandom anymore, but this was requested by @sweetamaranthine and who am I to deny such a nicely asked request?

DATING‎ JASON GRACE. ꜀( ꜆-ࡇ-)꜆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

The first word that pops into my head when I think about dating Jason Grace is chivalrous. Opening the door for you, the sidewalk rule, covering the edges of desks and tables so you don't get hurt—they're practically reflexes at this point.

He's also really big on gift giving. He'll spend hours of his time making you something, accidentally gluing his fingers together and all just to see you cheesing about it.

↳ adding on to this, Jason is definitely a letter writer. At times, he teeters on the edge of being a poet with how deep his letters get. (Funny enough, I feel like he'd learn new words to add into his letters and leave a little dictionary at the bottom)

Being around you causes a permanent smile on his face. He's always laughing at the jokes you make, even when he doesn't exactly understand the joke, he'll purposely make a "funny" confused face to make you life

In general, Jason likes being around you. After getting stripped of his memories by Hera, he craves the moments you spend together. You could just be reading a book, and as long you're near each other, he's content.

on occasion, he'll come over to your cabin and tell you a few of fun facts he learned.

"Did you know your brain is the fastest organ in your body?" Jason asked, sitting down next to you. You blinked, placing your book face down. "No, how so?" "The brain is made of 60% of fat, most of that fat being used to help the brain function. That's why people are recommended to eat foods with omega-3s because that fuel said fats. You nodded along. "Do you have any other fun facts to tell me?" Jason shook his head. "No. Well, I did read that—"

Despite popular belief, I feel like Jason isn't good with kids? I feel like Jason is okay with kids over the age of seven, but interacting with kids younger than that (especially your siblings,) is a very hit or miss situation.

↳ When you two first started dating, you tried to introduce him to one of your younger siblings and the kid ended up hiding behind you in fear?? 😭 they eventually warmed up to him, but it took a while.

Before he ends up going back to Rome, he tries to convince you to come with him. It wasn't really an argument, more like a desperate conversation. He held off going to Camp Jupiter for days to just spend time with you.

He planned something for each day---from attempts at baking, playing hide and seek in the camp's library, to spending your last night together guessing constellations in the sky.

The letters didn't stop once he got to Rome. Even when he was on the Argo II, he would risk getting caught just to send a message to you. He'll even grab little souvenirs to send with the notes, as well.

To him, the distance between you was nothing more than the cause of the war, an obstacle Jason would always find his way over.

[busybeewriting]

i’m going to be the one to ask… headcanons for their first times doing it with the farmer? specifically for march if i’m being honest

Hehehe thank you for being the one to ask! I went with just March for now since he is my favorite and I have not had enough asks about him yet.

NSFW below the cut! 18+ only, MDNI.

Fem reader!

• I don’t think March would be the type to rush into anything sexual. Given how standoffish and grumpy, he is? It takes time.

• It would probably be after you guys have been dating for at the very least a season. But I don’t think it is the first time that you guys have fooled around…just not below the belt.

• The first time would be an accident-not like a drunken night or anything. But I think you guys would have started cuddling, watching a movie or something and giving little kisses here and there…and then they slowly turn longer and longer until finally March just says fuck it.

• You know what-

You hadn’t expected to be laying under your boyfriend today as you made out. In truth, you were kinda invested in the moving you were watching. But, his lips kept finding their way back to yours. And who are you to refuse him a kiss? The first few were chaste, simple pecks…then he added his hand, gently cupping your cheek as he let his lips linger…and his other hand found purchase on your hip. That’s when the kisses turned heated. You’re hands finding thier way to his hair as he rubbed small circles into your hip. The movie had become background noise, the only sound that you could focus on was the ones coming from you two.

A breathy pant leaves your lips as you pull away to catch your breath. Looking up at him from your place on the bed, biting your lip as you trail a finger along his jaw. “Do…you wanna keep going?” You whisper.

“Do you?” He asks back, moving his hands back to you. Like he couldn’t get enough of you, he had to be touching you in someway. March watches with bated breath as you nod. And he wastes no time, leaning back in to kiss you with fervor. Letting out an unexpected squeak, you giggle, angst his lips.

“Excited much?” You tease. March playfully scowls at you.

“Oh, I’m sorry-my hot girlfriend is making out with me. I didn’t know I would be judged for that.” He teases right back. Then he dips his head down, kissing along your jaw, reveling in the way your breath hitches.

“M-march…” You gasp, shuffling awkwardly to allow his better access to your neck, where you so desperately needed to feel his lips.

“Here, princess.” He says, effortlessly rolling you over in bed so he’s hovering over you. His arms caging you in as he smirks looking down at you. “Better?”

You whine, impatiently wriggling under him. “Shut up and kiss me-“ Reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. Trying to ignore the way your stomach flips as March smirks. He leans down, kissing along your jaw and neck. His leg moving between yours as he gently presses it into your core.

You let out a sharp gasp, looking up at March with wide eyes. You two had made out, gotten handsy, but never done anything like this… “That okay?” March asks as he pulls away. “I can stop-“

“Don’t you dare-“ You rush out, leaning up in your elbows to kiss him quickly. “Unless you want to…but…all the way is fine by me…”

It’s March’s turn to blush. Nodding slowly, “I-i’m good..” He mutters, trying to regain the confidence he had in himself just moments ago. He watches as you lay below him, watching and waiting curiously him to make a move…

Slowly, he leans down. The kisses becoming less heated and rushed and more soft, tender and loving. He takes his time, kissing you, running his hands along every dip and curve like he’s trying to make a mental map of you. He experimentally presses harder into you, letting out his own groan alongside the moan you let out. His fingers slowly slip under your shirt, slowly moving up. He waits for you to stop him, for him to wake up, and it all have been a very, very good dream.

But you don’t. And his hands are resting on your bra. Looking up at you with wide eyes as he searches for consent to continue. As you turn away with a blush, you give a meek nod. He lets out a shaky breath, reaching up behind you to take off your bra. Carefully tossing it aside as he looks at you in complete and utter awe. "Gods, you are beautiful..." He whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. His hands slowly wander up, giving a gentle tentative squeeze to your chest. He shudders when he feels your hands come up and slip under his shirt. Feeling you pull away from his lips. "Off." You command. And he complies. Ripping his shirt off and feeling your soft hands run along the length of his abs.

So, sorry to pop back in with headcanons now. But this man is so good with his hands. Like he's a skilled blacksmith. He knows about delicate precise spots, and then how to pound something too.

He would love to watch you come undone from just his fingers. You'd have to actually pull his hand away and beg him to fuck you for him to comply.

He'd start his pace slow, trying not to hurt you and letting you adjust to him. (I imagine he's not like hung- but its pretty average size, probably a little girthier.)

He losses himself in you though, for your first time he'd wanna do just standard missionary because he'd wanna see you. He'd want to be able to kiss you. So just imagine that- You're a mess under him. Moaning, panting, clinging onto March like your very life depended on it. With each thrust from him your climax draws nearer. His strong, muscled arms holding him up as he joins your occasional moan, it's almost enough to get distracted by the intense cording of his forearms, or the way his biceps flex while he pounds into you. His chest shines from the sweat he's worked up, his face contorted into a moan. Needing him closer, needing more of him- you wrap your legs around his waist. Watching as he completely looses himself to you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he leans in to kiss you, both of your breaths joining as your moan into each others mouths. You can feel it, in the pit of your belly like a band about to snap. Pulling his face away, your hands gently tugging at the roots of his hair. "M-March!" You gasp, who in turn nods.

"M-me too.." He pants, giving his next few thrusts his all. Watching as you come undone underneath him before he pulls out and cums onto your stomach. Panting heavily, he rests his head on your shoulder. Reveling in the way you gently press a kiss to his temple, "That was.."

"Amazing?" You grin, "We should do that more often."

March rolls his eyes, "Oh trust me. We will be." He smirks. Rolling off you and helping you clean up before he plops down into bed. Drapping one of his thick arms around you and pulling you in. Kissing your shoulder as he falls asleep.

[deadsnakey]

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

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𝜗℘　It genuinely doesn't matter to them what your insecurity is, even if its something that looks fine to them or never seen, they'll still protest against it because they think you're perfect and a literal goddess dude.

𝜗℘　It's been a few months since you guys have been dating and it's been great, except it's a little difficult sometimes to hide an insecurity of yours, rather its more noticeable to others or not.

𝜗℘　When they find out, which i feel like they find out around the same time because they're both really observing. Theo because he’s an introvert and very intelligent and Mattheo because he really cares about you so he notices the smallest things most times.

𝜗℘　Anyways, when they do find out or have a big suspicion, they find a good time to ask you about it and their gentle and genuinely thoughtful about it and try their best to be gentle with their words.

𝜗℘　They really don't want to trigger you or anything.

𝜗℘　Even if you're good at lying, they'll be able to see right through you. Just tell 'em the truth girlie, there's no point in lying when they've already found out. I think it'll hurt them a little bit if you're so persistent because do you not trust them or sum?

𝜗℘　But if you do open up after a few tries, they'll give you the most comfort and be very understanding. Mattheo will have you between his legs with his arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder listening closely.

𝜗℘　Theo is beside you guys, petting your hair and giving you kisses every now and then, nodding along to what you're saying so you know he's listening and you have both of their full attention.

𝜗℘　Once you're done, they'd tell you how much they love and care about you, they cherish you and shower you with nothing but love. 

𝜗℘　They love all of your flaws and imperfections.

𝜗℘　“Hey, it's okay to feel this way. But, just know, we’re here for you, okay? I know it may be hard for you but please try your best to remember that we’ll be here for you, always. This is a safe place, Okay, sweet girl?” 

𝜗℘　“Even if you think it's not a big deal or you're overreacting, you're not. You're feelings are valid. We're going to try our best to..make you feel like you're beautiful and worthy of love, because you are, Tesoro. we love you.”

𝜗℘　Maybe theres tears, maybe there arent. Theo will wipe your tears with his thumbs if you do end up crying, kiss your eyes gently.

𝜗℘　If youre not crying, then theyd cuddle you for a little while before mattheo runs you a nice bat. Bubbles, your favorite scented candies lit on the sink with a bathbomb on the side for you in case you want to use it. 

𝜗℘　Theyll have everything out for you, theyll even wear the hello kitty matching pajamas you three have together if it makes you happy. (Theo’s keroppi, Mattheo is badz maru, and youre whoever u wanna be.)

𝜗℘　they'll order food of your choice, watch whatever you want and they'll squish you in the middle since you need the comfort tonight. (since mattheo prob sleeps in the middle; he's touch starved man, its bad. really cuddly while sleeping too.)

the request right here!

[figsnpassionfruits]

Kiss The Chef

rq: "hello!🌸 I wanted to request headcanons of Logan filled with just PURE FLUFF something domestic like cooking or anything along those lines tysmmmmmmmmmm" a/n: these are my first hcs yayyy tags: logan howlett x fem!reader, fluff dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive pictures are from pinterest

Logan is a simple man; whatever is on his plate he eats it.

but he still can appreciate a love filled meal (especially if his lover does it for him).

whenever you cook for him, whatever it is, he will appreciate it.

(even if it may suck a little)

“Are you sure you like it?” You ask, cringing slightly, your voice hinting at worry.

Logan wipes his mouth and nods. “It’s good, love, don’t worry about it.”.

one way for him to show love is through acts of services.

if you are craving something specific, he would try his very best to surprise you with it.

+ bonus: if you are pregnant.

steak? he knows that he makes the best.

grills it outside on a fancy grill with a cute apron on that you bought for him.

 you probably have to force him to wear it though.

“I only kiss chefs that have the ‘kiss-the-chef’ aprons on.”

“Fine.” He grumbles (, secretly liking the way it makes your eyes sparkle whenever he agrees to).

loves it when you hug him from behind while he cooks / grills.

cooking anything overly fancy? maybe not as good as the steak but it is the thought that counts.

probably ends up beating himself up over the fact that he burned something while wanting to try a new recipe for you.

his eyes flicker from the recipe to the pan, tilting his head.

“Lo…” you coo, placing your hands on either side of his face, trying hard to suppress your giggle, “it’s alright, don’t worry about it.”

“Agh, just wanted to do something fucking nice for you…”

won’t let you do the dishes by yourself.

expect many kisses while cleaning up (mostly on the top of your head or on your temple).

also; you are his favourite bartender.

“Can you poor me some liquor, darlin’?”

have fun figuring out what beverage belongs in what glass.

he definitely laughs to himself when you bring him whiskey in a wine glass but won’t say anything.

“It’s nothing, princess.” He snickers.

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[lambcultist]

Can you do something for dbf!ellie? It doesn’t have to be long or anything like maybe headcanons?

mmmm !! dbf is one of my fav tropes and i've just got an absolutely feral idea. and it might end up being long. but, erm, reader whose father is a pilot, and ellie is his co-pilot !! and like sexting her when she's out on trips and stuff... ♡

for now, let me just ramble and jot down my thoughts, this is all very disorganised and abrupt. i'm thinking i'll wanna write something a little longer for this au soon, but i don't have enough time today :(

cw ; dbf!ellie, commercial pilot!ellie, age gap (reader 18-20, ellie in her early-mid 30s), lots of talk about physical markings, sexting, nudes, sneaking around / secret relationship, dom!ellie, sub!reader, edging, ellie taking reader's virginity, size training + use of sex toys. not proofread, no time !! ( mdni, 18+ )

your father has been in the aviation industry for almost thirty years now. he has no plan to retire any time soon and has found his passion flying commercial planes. the last few years he's consistently spoken about how fond he is of his first officer. he will rarely choose not to fly with her by his side. she's as confident, calm, and enthusiastic as any young pilot should be, and mentoring her has been extremely rewarding, so he says.

it was only a matter of time before he chose to introduce her to you and your mother, of course—especially after learning that she was an orphan.

that's how ellie enters your life. she's changed everything. she is the most interesting woman you'd ever meet. the sights she has seen and places she's been make for an easy conversation starter. you can rope your way into hearing her ramble for fifteen minutes about france, just to stare at her lips the whole time and not take anything in. she has experience far beyond what you can comprehend.

it starts with her giving you her number in case you need anything! she's always willing to be of help. your father is all smiles because he's so glad ellie's getting along with his daughter, he just knew you'd be good friends despite the age gap.

when ellie and your father are on a trip, be it a short turnaround trip or a long international trip, she must sit in the cockpit and listen to him talk about you. his sweet daughter. his precious daughter. his kind daughter. his innocent daughter, who has been sending egregiously naughty texts to ellie for weeks now.

she's fairly certain that when they land, she'll turn off airplane mode and receive a few needy texts from you. she'll have to smile and nod, agree here and there about how lovely you are. her personal favourite response, "she's a very good girl."

your interest in ellie seems to grow stronger and stronger. you swoon when she sends kisses before takeoff, and squirm when she lands and asks if you've been a good girl. of course you have.

sometimes, after particularly long flights, she'll touch down in a different country and discover you've sent an audio message of your orgasm, to which she will listen to the moans and whimpers on repeat. and then she'll send one of her own back, just to let you know how much you appreciated it.

her hidden camera roll is full of pictures you've sent. she buys you cute underwear sets to pose in. she buys you new toys to film yourself using. you're her own little film star, and she gets to direct every video.

it's a genuine shock to ellie when you admit you're a virgin. she thinks about slowing things down, she berates herself for not even considering that you are—you're young, and she's had to teach you a lot of things, of course you're a virgin.

but then you confess that you've been training with the dildo she sent you so that you can take whatever she gives you. any pre-existing guilt is now erased, in fact, she's embarrassed at how damp her boxers are.

she's guided you to orgasm plenty of times. text or facetime, doesn't matter. but she knows you love to facetime just because she's often calling you as soon as she gets to the hotel, and she's still in her uniform. ellie isn't stupid, she knows the effect that a good uniform can have on girls like you...

it just makes you smile when she's coaching you through edging yourself with the cute pink vibe she bought you, you're sweaty and crying and look over to your phone to find her fully clothed, sitting on the edge of the bed, and watching you like it's a television show. it's the only thing on earth you think might be hotter than your temperature at that moment.

she finally takes your virginity when your parents are on vacation and they ask her to come hang out with you for the weekend. ellie makes sure the entire time to be aware of how you cope with it, no matter if you're taking her fingers, tongue, or strap, and she does in fact make you take them all.

the best part is getting to cuddle in your bed, then do it all over again the next day.

whenever there's a moment that calls for it, you and ellie get together. then, when she's away for a while, you'll send pictures of the marks she left on your body fading and demand she come back to make more.

also, pilot!ellie is the funniest motherfucker on earth. she's obviously trained to remain calm in any situation in the air, but sometimes there's still times she lands and thinks, what the fuck was that? and if she doesn't laugh, she'll go insane. which is why she'll always tell you about these dumb incidents while laughing, and you'll be sitting there like, what the fuck? "yeah, we had to make an emergency landing because one of the engines fucking failed and there was smoke in the cockpit." "we almost collided with another plane." "your dad yelled at me for landing too rough today." and she tells it like it's a joke, but it actually happened, and she just doesn't care

you know when sometimes you see those videos of aviation incidents but you have no idea what any of it means because of all the aviation radio jargon and whatnot? sometimes, you just send her them, and ask her to explain in simple terms what happened. and she will, but she'll also reassure you why these things are rare so you don't develop a fear of flying. even your father never bothered to explain to you, in depth, why turbulence happens and why it's nothing to be afraid of.

sometimes ellie and your father will let you come along on shorter trips (day trips, usually) and ellie will ask him to let her handle takeoff and landing (she wants to impress you, because yeah, it's very cool) and she'll always remind you beforehand that if there's turbulence, there's nothing to fear. because not only would your father never let anything happen to you, but neither will she! in fact, she tells you to just picture them both in the cockpit chilling because they're so used to it and that it's never fazed them.

when she gets back from a trip, any trip, she'll be so tired and cuddly. she'll help you come up with an elaborate lie to tell your parents so you can sneak out of home and she'll snatch you up, take you back to her place, and cuddle or fuck you until she's feeling better.

so anyway... ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა  i think i'll write something longer about ellie calling the reader and doing a guided masturbation ♡

🏷️ @abbysdollie @cowgirlvi @valeisaslut @eriiwaii @literallyhousemd @ellieshothousewife @piercedome @therealhexstrap @jinxedbambi @heyimrye @rhian88 @g4ys0n @yoosohh @marvelwomenarehot0

[romaniacs]

▌ㅤKIM MINJEONG — SWEET COATING

( read more ) synopsis — minjeong hated sweet scents until she met you. warnings — female reader x coworker kim minjeong, messy headcanons without bullet points, enemies to lovers, cussing, fluff. text in bold is minjeong's.

minjeong has always had an aversion to anything sweet — perfume, food, kisses even, since she's always been too busy to enjoy any of them as she should. but when she comes across you, the company's rookie, things can't stay the same for much longer.

the first thing you do is offer her a cake, carrying your sweet scent along its slice in your hands. it's a chunky, heavy cake covered in glacé that you made yourself, and just looking at it gives her a headache. she refuses it. once. twice. thrice. "will you leave me alone if i take a bite?" she asks. and you nod quietly.

minjeong gets sick the next day and silently blames you for it.

she was too stressed and tired to notice it the first time, but eventually, minjeong catches on to how strong your perfume is. it feels like it's taking over her whole brain.

she refuses to even be around you for the first few days. she hates the sight of you, thinks you were too insistent the first time, and finds you annoying. your smiles bother her, your sweetness in general gets under her skin. this girl tries to avoid you in every way she can.

but when she sees you fighting to keep your job, her job and integrity, looking beyond fine bending down to grab anything far from her in your skirt, it's as if the world fell into place. you are in her brain, along with your nauseating scent. and minjeong knows that she's completely fucked.

"i’ll let you take the credits this time" you tell her while you're still brave. "i’ll let you stare because i’m feeling generous today" you tease. your perfume won’t leave her mind. neither will your voice. she doesn’t know if she hates you so much that she wants to get her hands on you or if that’s just a lame excuse she’s using to avoid admitting she’s feeling something deeper.

what she doesn't know is that you're not as sweet as she thinks, nor naive, nor innocent. you've got your eye on her. you know from jimin that she hates your scent, but blushed when she teased her about staring for too long at your figure.

"shut the fuck up, jimin" is her most used phrase now. and you smiling at her gives her butterflies, crazy as it might sound. minjeong doesn’t know what’s happening to her. she doesn’t even know what she’s trying to run from, but her feelings hit her like a truck.

it's cruel of you not to end her suffering; you see her staring at your lips, your waist. "are you paying attention to me, romanoff?" you ask, and she nods absentmindedly. "good. can you repeat what i just said?" and she cannot.

it's funny how she attracts a whole fucking lot of attention, but while all eyes are on her, hers are on you. and yours are on her. and company meetings are almost obscene in your own head, because you can't seem to focus anymore, but only replay a thousand times in your head the thought of being kissed by her. and the same happens to minjeong, who hates that, and no longer you at this point.

"can you stop wearing this strong-ass perfume so early in the morning?" she'd ask. "can you stop being grumpy?" you'd retort. but now, the tables have turned. months have passed.

"i haven't heard you complain in a while" you say. "got no reason for that, dear. it's like a sweet coating all over you, isn't it? and everything else. ever" she replies distractedly, looking out the window. meanwhile, you cough and blush. "excuse me?" and then minjeong comes to her senses. "yeah, excuse you. get going. we got men to ruin and i still don't like your perfume."

not true. she has even dreamt about it, somehow.

minjeong's thoughts are constantly interrupted by the realization that she now finds comfort in the very thing she once despised, what was once a headache is now addicting. and despite her best efforts to stay focused on the mission at hand, natasha can't help but keep her attention on you.

minjeong leans in over you to show you something on your computer screen, then looks down and rejoices a bit in your suffering. "you look red" she mumbles, watching you swallow hard. "you okay?" she asks.

your eyes are wide. she's close. "y-yeah. just allergies" you say shyly. minjeong notices the blush creeping harder onto your face and can't help but smirk a little. god, she's cute.

minjeong is tired of keeping herself so composed, now knowing she has an effect on you too. so she makes her move. "i have a feeling you’re not as put together as you want me to believe."

"stop being cocky" you whisper back, avoiding eye contact. but then she reaches out and gently takes your chin between her fingers, tilting your head up so your eyes meet.

"then quit acting tough and like a coward altogether" she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"coward? but-"your heart races as you look into minjeong's eyes, your breath catching in your throat. "fuck, minjeong. you’re not entirely wrong this time" you admit it. "i know i’m not" minjeong grins softly. you can't move, like a real coward. but she does the hard work, slowly brings you closer by the collar of your shirt.

her lips press against yours, soft and warm, while her hands grip your waist tightly, and after seconds you're already wanting more. minjeong senses it, gives you more, tilts her head to deepen the kiss, and a wave of warmth spreads through your spirit. you melt into her touch. the only sound you can manage is a soft whimper that escapes your lips, and you think fuck me. i should've done this before.

[mejaemin]

bf!jungwon headcanons

day five of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 1.5k

summary: self explanatory!

warnings: definitely very rushed and not proofread (you will probably find more than a few mistakes), fluff, very lovey dovey n flirty, the second to last one is very suggestive !!!

an: happy birthday jungwon !!!! one out of seven of my first loves in kpop is getting older :333 i hope it was spent full of love, here is this to celebrate !!! (adding colored text later)

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bf!jungwon who’s drawn to your presence, gravitating towards you even without noticing

you’re both very normal about not needing to be all over each other, mutually agreeing that it’s okay to have space sometimes

however… just because you guys came to that agreement doesn’t mean you have to listen, right?

he says he’s not clingy, yet he somehow always ends up by your side

“i’m not following you, i swear! i just.. ended up here!”

you’re at a hangout with jungwon and his friends, and you’re sitting on the couch with sunoo when all of a sudden you feel a head on your shoulder. platonic skinship is common between the eight of you, so you didn’t mind, but the feeling of said person’s head nuzzling into you like a cat immediately raises a flag as to who it is.

“wonie, are you tired?” you look down at him, running a hand through his soft locks.

he looks up at you from his phone, a content smile on his face as he shakes his head. “no, i just.. actually, i don’t even know when i came over here. i think i was on autopilot. i just felt like sitting down for a little.”

you giggle before returning to your conversation with his friend. jungwon relaxes into your side, perfectly okay with just cuddling into you while you chat. the day started off as a hangout for him that you just so happened to tag along to, meaning he would be more focused on his friends (which you didn’t mind), however he still manages to find his way to you even when that wasn’t the goal.

bf!jungwon who isn’t afraid to kiss you when you’re wearing lip products

you were used to dating men who would avoid kissing you when you had something on your lips, so you avoided wearing them around jungwon, assuming he was the same

however, he’s sitting with you while you do your makeup, and he sees your entire drawer full of lip products.

pulling it open, he looks through the piles in shock.

rather than saying something problematic, all he does is ask why you don’t wear them, and letting you know he doesn’t mind having a little tint on his lips

you’re sitting at your vanity doing your makeup, and jungwon pulled a chair from the dinner table to sit with you while you do so. he’s fairly quiet throughout the routine, watching intensely in a manner eerily similar to that of a cat. every once in a while he’ll ask a question or two, nodding at your response before going back to his trance.

after a while, it falls into complete silence, save for yours and his humming to the music playing and the shuffling of your hands and various makeup products. it’s quiet but comfortable, and jungwon finds his head falling against your shoulder as he falls in and out of sleep.

eventually, you pull open your lip drawer, sifting through the products before changing your mind and shutting it. he sits up in shock at the sheer amount of products in there, gaping before speaking up. “you’re not gonna put anything on your lips?” his head tilts.

“no, i don’t want it to bother you if i kiss you.” you pinch his cheek, shaking your head.

“oh please, i don’t mind a little bit of lip gloss. come on.” he opens the drawer, looking through it before he finds a shade he likes and pulls it out, taking your chin between his hand, he applies the product. pressing a kiss to your lips he pulls away to look in the mirror, rubbing what came off onto his own lips in. he admires the look, “see? i look good with a little pink anyway.”

bf!jungwon who is reminded of you with every little thing

he may or not be a little obsessed with you…

every time he goes out, he finds something to take a photo of for you, saying something like ‘us<3’ or ‘this is so you :3’

it could be something as mundane as a strawberry, but seeing it will trigger the thought of you

he was never an impulsive spender, but once you started dating, he couldn’t help but blow his money on everything that reminded him of you

you’re minding your business, laying around at home. jungwon is out with friends, doing whatever they might do with one another while you stay home. you just weren’t up to going out, so you let him go on his own. he felt bad, but you forced him to go on the agreement that he’d send updates throughout the whole day.

he said he’s on his way back now, and when you scroll through the messages from when he was out it brings a smile to your face. he has many photos of random things like his pretzel that was shaped like a heart, and a cat shaped puddle that was on the sidewalk. many other photos were sent of stuff you liked that he saw in stores, all captioned with the same ‘:ooo’ or ‘you want this?? it’s so you !!! :3’. it was the cutest, and you told him to leave them but when your front door opened, followed by the loud noise of crinkling shopping bags, you knew he didn’t listen.

he makes his way to you, a sheepish smile on his face as he sets the bags down in front of you. he gives a haul of all your gifts, animatedly explaining why he got them. the last one is kind of strange though, as he pulls out a container of expensive strawberries.

“um.. i know we already have strawberries, but i saw them and they made me think of you, so… we have more now?” his cheeks are flushed, but you kiss right over it at his cute tendency to buy something at the mere thought of you.

bf!jungwon and his lovely shoulders <3

his shoulders are your favorite thing about him, and for good reason of course !!!

they’re perfect for resting your head on when you’re tired, and he’s always willing to give one up for you

some people never skip leg day, but he never skips shoulder day because he knows how happy they make you

seeing the definition in his shoulder muscles when he takes his shirt off too… lord

the pool party you’re having with yours and jungwon’s friends is going surprisingly well, yours and his friends mixing very well. it’s perfect, and you’re all getting along well. right now you’re at the outdoor table with your friend and sunghoon under the umbrella, talking about god knows what when you see jake and jungwon reach for the water guns. the older fills his up, and your boyfriend begins removing his shirt before following suit.

“yeah, and it’s so dumb because why would…” you trail off, zoning out at the sight before you.

his back is to you, muscles flexing as he pulls his shirt over his head. your mouth falls open without you realizing, your eyes trailing over every chiseled line and divot in the muscles in his back and shoulders. his skin is smooth, glistening under the sun. you’re brain is already turning to situations where he’s over you, and your nails leave dark red lines across the smooth skin, drawing blood as he…

sunghoon’s hand waves over your face, completely unamused at you. “save the heart eyes for after we go home please, god.. and i thought i was bad with the zoning out..”

bf!jungwon who wants nothing but time with you for his birthday <3

it’s a little corny, but when you ask him what he’d like for his birthday the only thing he says is that he wants you!

no gifts, no material things, only you to hold and love on

of course he’s grateful for whatever you buy him anyway, taking the best care of his gifts

but his favorite is you being by his side for what he hopes is forever

jungwon’s bedhead is ridiculous as he sits up in your shared bed, the blanket falling to reveal his bare chest. you sit down on top of the sheets, leaving kisses all over his face and lips before setting down his gift bags next to him. you also have a miniature cake, decorated with paw prints and cats.

“happy birthday wonie!!! i know you said no gifts, but i can’t help it.. i went to the store and just went crazy!”

you stick the candle in the cake, lighting it before singing to him. his smile is bright, albeit tired, as he enjoys your voice. once done, his eyes shut, and he blows the candle. when his eyes open, he swipes a finger through the cake to eat.

“thank you so much, lovie, this is all so amazing.. you know what i wished for, though…” he whines, putting the cake down in the nightstand to pull you into his arms and onto the bed.

“hmm, do i?” you giggle.

“yeah, you do.. all i wanted to do was spend it with you, y’know? you didn’t have to spend any money… just stay with me, right here…” he hums, already getting sleepy. you don’t mind, giving him what he wants, you, and more simply because you can’t help it.

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