#I need him to find his own partner 🥹

[scrumptiousstuffs]

In which Dr Kao is exasperated

(Truly the MVP of this episode, the poor man needs a raise - not only does he schooled Ter for being a busybody jerk, but now having to babysit his disaster best friend 😅🙃)

Wandee Goodday, episode 4

[xinganhao]

🍨 svt spoiling their partner.

★ prompt: how ot13 spoils their partner? 🥹🥹🥹 i am just a girl give me treats c/o @shinwonderful

ⓘ established relationship, pet names, fluff. headcanons under the cut. special thanks to @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping! ♡

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seungcheol 𖹭 planning dates. he will refuse to let you lift a finger for your day out. everything will be meticulously laid out, finetuned to be something that you'll enjoy. his goal is to lessen the mental load of decision-making and planning; he wants you to be able to focus solely on enjoying the surprise, and he'll break his back to make sure that happens.

jeonghan 𖹭 'parallel play'. even if the two of you might not be interested in the same things, that's okay. he's happiest to spend quality time with you at home, where the two of you are free to do your own thing within eachother's presence. just being in your vicinity already makes him content, and so he plans everything around the two of you getting to explore and share your respective hobbies.

shua 𖹭 acts of service. need help with your taxes? need someone to fill up your tank? he's already on it. he'll say that these are all 'little things', call it the bare minimum, when it's apparent that he makes it a conscious effort to make your day-to-day easier. his brand of spoiling you comes in the form of quietly doing things that will improve your quality of life.

junhui 𖹭 buying clothes you'll like. he can't help it, really. when he sees an article of clothing that he thinks suits your style? when he finds a local brand that shares your advoacy? he's already pulling out his wallet. he likes the idea of dressing you up. nothing makes him happier than knowing you're wearing an outfit that he entirely picked out for you.

soonyoung 𖹭 daily reasons why he loves you. people always joke that he has a bit of a motormouth, so why shouldn't he use it on talking about you, you, you? he's big on words of affirmation, on making sure you never doubt how he feels for you. he'll point out the little and big things that make him adore you, and it's never the same reason twice.

wonwoo 𖹭 indulging your interests. he may not always understand these trends— blind boxes, must-have fashion pieces, et cetera— but he'll never make you feel bad about it. if there's anything that you want, he's already doing everything within his power to get it. his greatest joy is seeing your face light up once he's gotten you your 'priority' item; it's why he keeps doing it in the first place.

jihoon 𖹭 trying new things for you. there's a long list of things that jihoon never thought he'd do, but then he started dating you. time and time again, he willingly goes out of his comfort zone to accompany you on the little adventures and experiences that you ask to go on. he does these things scared, does them anxious, does them begrudgingly,— does them all for you.

seokmin 𖹭 meals he thinks you'll like. he's the type to have dozens of tabs open for homemade recipes dot com. he knows he's an amateur at this, but he's undeterred in trying. whether it's a trending pastry on tiktok or the comfort meal that your mother makes you, he's determined to learn it so you're always eating well.

mingyu 𖹭 getting-to-know card games. he gives as good as he takes, which means mingyu's way is to listen and remember. a night where the two of you can just have deep conversations with no interruptions is his ideal evening. he will know he succeeded if the two of you end up talking until the sun rises, feeling like the hours haven't passed at all.

minghao 𖹭 postcards from tour stops. he loves art and he loves you. his postcards are pocket-sized reminders of those facts, always packaged with a few choice words that are sweet and sincere. his trinkets are very "i-got-you-this-because-it-reminded-me-of-you" in nature, and you know each one was purchased with you at the front of mind.

seungkwan 𖹭 getting you your favorites. he figures he should put his industry connections to use somehow. he's always amused by how happy you get over a rare photocard, signed album, or concert tickets, and so he keeps it up. buying dozens of albums, contacting other labels, bearing the arduous ticketing. your excitement at the end of it makes it all worth it.

vernon 𖹭 producing songs. he hadn't really pegged himself as the making-music-for-the-sake-of-it type until he met you. now, he revels in getting to send you a track that's for your ears only. all the lyrics just seems to flow naturally when it's you inspiring him, and so he sends you works-in-progress with reminders that you're the only intended audience.

chan 𖹭 at-home massages. he's all too familiar with the aches of an ailing body, so he knows exactly how and where to work on you. he always does what he calls 'the works'��� a good bath, scented candles, essential oils. he lets you take your time, and he takes his time with you in helping you unwind.

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[bisexualiteaa]

Give me this dance

Alternate Silco x fem reader (fluff and smut!)

MDNI!!

Synopsis: In every timeline, you were a part of his life. Right there by his side to bring him outside of his comfort zone and show him some fun. Soon, what started as a mere dance turned into a night neither of you would forget.

Songs for inspo/to listen to while reading:

CW: slight season 2 spoilers! Established friendship, mutual pining, mutual feelings, unrequited feelings, reader is AFAB, reader is a bartender at the last drop, reader has hair, alternate Silco, softer/happier Silco, brief mentions of alcohol, fluff w/ smut, cursing, fïngering, 0ral (fem recieving), nïpple pläy, unprotected seggs, p0rn w/ feelings, rïding, cream 🥧, fluffy ending, proofread, potential spelling/grammar errors, slight OOC Silco, no use of y/n

AN: The way he looked so happy in this timeline, he looks so happy and even more handsome somehow it’s CRAZY!! 😭 Had this one in the works for a while now but it’s finally done! I hope you all enjoy! 🥹♥️

You smiled happily as you were finally able to find your way out from behind the bar, a momentary reprieve from the hustle and bustle, the demand of drink orders that had been steadily building all night. “Come dance with me! I love this song” you remarked to Silco, making his eyes widen with something akin to a look of fear. He was a horrible dancer, and the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of you of all people. He looked to Vander for any bit of advice or help he could give, only earning a grin from the man in response, telling him he was on his own for this one. “I-I’m not very good at dancing I…” Silco tried to explain, stuttering terribly as your hand grabbed his upper arm, causing a blush to trickle across his face and his heart to race in his chest out of nervousness. He didn’t want to turn you down, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in a bar full of people either. Or embarrass you, for that matter, with being such a terrible dance partner. “Me either, it’s okay! Promise I won’t judge” you reassured with a smile, the faint smell of liquor and mixers entangling with your perfume, creating a smell that was so comforting, so familiar. It was so you and so incredibly intoxicating. “C’mon, let’s have some fun! Dance with me” you tried to persuade him sweetly, gorgeous eyes looking up at him so excitedly, almost twinkling in the warm glow of the lanterns that hung around the bar. How could he possibly say no when you looked at him like that? “What’s the harm? Doubt anyone will even be lookin’” Vander jutted in, cleaning a glass as he spoke and took your side on this, hoping that maybe if Silco danced with you, he would finally tell you how he feels, possibly ending the constant back and forth cycle of mutual pining between you two for good. He was two to one now, leaving him no other choice but to relent. “I suppose I’ll step out of my comfort zone, just this once” he remarked cheekily, making you nearly jump for joy at his response, an elated smile stretching across your lips as you eagerly led him out on the floor to dance. Vander could only laugh as he watched you both act as if you were teenagers all over again, pushing the boundaries of friendship and testing the waters of romance.

You looked up at the taller man in front of you, hazel and green eyes gazing upon you with such light of a man so deeply in love. Your bright, contagious laughter filled the air as you danced to the music, caring not for anything but this moment. Who cared if anyone else was watching? Who what anyone else was thinking? If they were judging. The only person you cared about looking at you was the man you were dancing with. Seeing his eyes glued to you, smiling as he attempting to follow your pace and rhythm was all you needed. This had to be heaven, surely. “I’ve never seen you dance like this before” Silco commented with a cheeky grin, happy to see you so comfortable and carefree while in his presence. “I normally don’t, but for such a special occasion I decided to make an exception” you replied, making him laugh as you both continued to let the beat carry you, finding your feet moving nearly in sync all on their own.

Before you knew it, one dance had turned into quite a few, then quite a few turned into spending nearly all night out there getting caught up in song. Silco found himself enjoying the moment and the chance to be with you far more than he could have ever anticipated. Who knew stepping out of your bubble a little could be so much fun? Suddenly the music had taken on a much slower turn from the rest of the music that had been playing, even the lights had dropped a little to add to the almost romantic atmosphere. You’d never slow danced before, and you figured that you’d likely pulled Silco out of his element for long enough, so you took it as your sign to hop back behind the bar. However before you could, his voice stopped you. “Where are you going?” He asked softly, looking confused and almost hurt that you were going to leave. “Oh, I figured you were probably done dancing for the night so I…I thought I’d head back behind the bar. I didn’t want to force you to stay here dancing all night if it isn’t what you want” you explained, feeling a pang of guilt hit you in the chest as he looked upon you so sadly. Any chance he had to spend with you he would do in a heartbeat, so long as it was with you, he’d do just about anything. “I don’t feel forced. You’ve brought me out of my element yes, but I’ve enjoyed dancing with you. I’d be even happier to continue” he admitted wholeheartedly, making you perk up a little to hear he was enjoying himself, finding yourself a little surprised at the prospect. “Really?” You asked, voice hopeful as you looked to him, watching him shake his head yes, easing your every worry. “Would you give me this dance?” He asked bravely, hand extended out for you to take. You looked to it before looking back up at him with a blushy smile, heart feeling as if it would beat out of your chest from both excitement and anxiousness. “I’d be delighted to” you responded sweetly, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you both to a spot that allowed you enough room while also granting you a little bit of privacy compared to before. “Full disclosure, I’ve never slow danced before” you finally confessed, a little embarrassed but it only made him chuckle. “Me either, it’s okay. I won’t judge” he repeated back to you the exact same thing you’d told him when you asked him to dance, making you laugh at the witty comeback. It was only fair, you supposed. You’d brought him out of his comfort zone and showed him a great time in doing so, it was only fair to allow him to do the same for you. Besides, when would you be able to get this chance to share with him again? Better to take the opportunity, make the best of it and be able to look back on it as a memory someday than not and mourn what could have been. “Clever play, using my own words against me” you replied, making him only grin wider. “Just follow my lead” he spoke confidently, bringing your arm to loop around his neck as one of his hands rested at your hip, the other holding yours as you both stepped and swayed to the beat, keeping it simple. You couldn’t help the rouge that ran across your cheeks however that this was even happening right now. From the close proximity of your chests being pressed together, to your hands being intertwined as he looked down at you with a soft, love struck smile, all of it was so romantic. So intimate. It left you nervous, not wanting to mess up and ruin the beautiful tension that had begun to set in between you now. Yet you felt so alive, so free. It felt like one of those romantic moments you’d only ever heard of in the books you’d read. You could hardly believe it was actually real. That this was real.

You smiled up at him as you stared into his gorgeous eyes, finding your hand moving from its original place to instead come and rest along the scarred side of his cheek almost instinctively, your thumb rubbing soothing circles against the textured skin there. He was always so self conscious about his scars, especially around you. He didn’t want you to think less of him because of them, or find him less attractive because of them, often covering them with makeup to at least cover the color of the scar tissue and make it blend in with his natural skin tone better. Yet you thought that they were what made him so stunning. Paired with his piercing eyes and the confidence he carried about himself so effortlessly, even the way he dressed, everything about him was just so incredibly special. He stood out amongst the rest of the crowd. Gods he was so handsome. He was so handsome it was almost intimidating, yet you’d known him long enough to know there was no reason to be.

Your sweet gesture made his heart skip in his chest, beating harder and faster than it already had as he smiled down at you. He wondered to himself if it was loud enough for you to hear as it slammed against his sternum. You couldn’t help the way your eyes seemed to curiously flit between his and his lips occasionally, silently wondering how they would feel if they were pressed against your own. Would they be soft? They looked soft. Would they fit well against your own? You hoped to find out. It made you start to think that perhaps the slower song was chosen on purpose, strategically placed so you would dance with him to it. A plan to get you to get him out of his comfort zone, show him some fun, all while setting you both up with the perfect opportunity to speak on feelings that rested unspoken between you for far too long now. Or maybe you were just lucky enough to have fate hand you such a beautiful opportunity. Who were you to turn it down if so? “You��re quite good at this” you complimented, making him give a breathy chuckle. “You’re better than you give yourself credit for” he replied, making you hum with a sweet smile as you looped both of your arms around his neck, taking the bold step and resting your head against his chest as you continued to sway. He froze for a moment as you did, his hands finding your hips before wrapping his arms around you as it set in that you were leaned against him like this. That you felt safe enough with him to do so. It made him nearly dizzy at the thought of having you like this, to have you so close, for you to want this with him. It left him to silently thank every deity above for the opportunity as he shut his eyes and rested his chin on top of your head for a moment, allowing the both of you to sway to the rhythm and just enjoy each other’s warmth.

When the song had finally come to an end, you lifted your head up to look at him, eyes once again flickering between his gaze and his lips with that same curiosity. Only this time it was much stronger than it was before. “Thank you, for dancing with me. For…for choosing to share this moment with me” you said meekly, making him look to you as one of his hands cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin just as you’d done to him. For a moment the world was completely lost on you, it felt as if it was just the two of you here. “No matter the options, no matter the occasion I’d choose you, always” he confessed, tone so genuine, words so heartfelt that the butterflies in your stomach had returned tenfold, leaving you to bite your lip as you bit back a school-girlish giggle. If your mind wasn’t screaming at you to kiss him before, it most certainly was now. “Sil?” You inquired softly, watching as his eyes now trailed to your plush lips before returning your gaze, doing the same to you that you’d been doing to him this whole time. It nearly drove you wild, seeing the want in his eyes, the admiration. All for you. “Yes?” He asked in reply, watching a smile stretch to your lips before you spoke, looking at you expectantly. “Do us both a favor and just kiss me already, would you?” You responded in a cheeky but confident tone, making him hum in amusement at your boldness. He loved it about you, so unafraid to go for the things you wanted or that made you happy. He was honored to be that for you. “I thought you’d never ask” he answered, not wasting even a moment before his lips were on yours, finally answering all curiosities and all thoughts as he held you close. Vander gave an excited whistle and clap that left you smiling into it as you pulled him down against you a little more, showing him just how much you’d wanted this. He chuckled into it, responding by squeezing your hip as your lips melded together for a little while longer, a good handful of people cheering you both on before finally pulling apart. You smiled up at him excitedly as his hand grabbed yours, squeezing it lovingly.

“Well, as delightful as this has been, it’s about time for my shift to be over. Do you…maybe wanna get out of here?” You asked, hoping he would say yes, praying that when you went to put your apron back behind the bar and walk out, you’d be walking out with him. He tried so hard to hide his surprise and excitement at your question, but the way his brows raised a little and eyes opened a little wider didn’t go unnoticed by you, making you giggle softly as you saw it. “Are you asking me to come home with you?” He asked curiously, wanting to make sure he understood exactly what you were implying, not wishing to misread you and do something that would make you upset or assume something incorrectly. “Yes, yes I am” you replied as you looked up at him, awaiting his answer. He was dreaming, he must have been. Had you really just asked him to come home with you? “After you” he said, making you smile and giggle. “G-Great! Yeah, uhh just…let me put this behind the bar for tomorrow then we’ll head out” you replied, skittering behind the bar to quickly take off and fold your apron before tucking it away, informing Vander that you were headed home for the night. He shot you a grin and Silco a knowing glance as you walked back over to him, collecting your things before heading out the door together.

You smiled and giggled with excitement into your shared kiss as your back hit one of the walls in your home that you’d only just stepped foot in but a moment ago. You’d barely even made it in the door that was haphazardly shut with his foot, your hands running up from his chest to tangle in his neatly slicked back hair as your lips melded together in a sinful dance. His one hand rested against the wall, propping himself up with his arm and caging you in a little as the other sat at the back of your thigh, allowing your leg to rest against his hip so he could slot himself even closer to you. He’d spent long enough without you, long enough chasing circles around you, any space between you now was eliminated the moment it was noticed. You felt him slide closer to you between your legs, his other hand coming down from the wall to do the same to your other thigh, tapping it so you would hop up and wrap your legs around his hips. As you did so, he had you effectively pinned against the wall, your hips pressed against his with a moan as your tongues fought in a battle for dominance over the other. One he was delighted to let you win, allowing your tongue to explore his, the taste of whiskey, smoke and tobacco still hanging heavily from his lips. It was an addicting taste. You gasped into the kiss as he rolled his hips against yours, leaving you to pull away to rest your head against the wall as his lips trailed your neck, kissing and nipping at all your sensitive spots. He simply couldn’t get enough of you, your warmth, the feel of your soft skin against his own, the sounds of your melodic moans filling his ears, it was all such bliss. And Janna almighty was he a lucky man to be the one who gets to see you like this. His nimble fingers danced curiously beneath the bottom of your shirt, calloused hands caressing your waist. He aided you in removing your shirt, leaving you there before him in your bra and the sight alone made him throb against you, earning a quiet gasp with delight as you looked to him excitedly. Lust filled your gaze, pupils nearly encompassing the entirety of your irises as a smile still rested on your lips, waiting for his next move. His hands found their way behind you, undoing the clasps to your bra and watching as you tossed it aside without a care. “Beautiful” was all he could say as he gazed upon you, leaving you to blush and give a hum in response.

Once you’d finally made it to your bedroom, you aided in the removal of his shirt, undoing the buttons, unraveling all the stylish layers teasingly yet carefully slow while looking up at him. You notified his fingers twitched with anticipation, patiently waiting for you to finish so he could feel your skin against his once more. Once they’d finally been undone, they trailed along your floor towards the foot of your bed, allowing you to gaze upon his slender form. You smiled with all the kindness in the world as you gazed upon him, looking at him as if he were a god standing before you, offering himself to you. It all felt so unreal. Your hands rested on his chest once he’d leaned in closer, begging for the taste of your lips against his once more, helping you to lay on your back as he kissed you much softer this time. Your arms looped around his neck to hold him close, inviting him to continue. He eagerly straddled your frame, one of his hands coming down to caress the curve of your waist before reaching upwards to your chest. He paused for a moment, unsure of whether it was okay for him to touch, so you took the chance to grab his hand, placing it there for him with a playful grin into your shared kiss before looping your arms back around him, hands splayed against his lithe figure. You moaned sweetly in response as he massaged your breast in his hand, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and tangle with your own, deepening the kiss.

Before you knew it his hand was trailing down your frame once again, fingers slipping past your naval and down towards the waistband of your pants. He broke the kiss to work at the button of your pants, leaving you panting for air as a flush set against your cheeks. You giggled as you watched him fumble with the button and zipper for a little bit, the eager shake of his hands making it prove to be a bit more difficult before he was finally able to get it undone. He looked to you for permission as his fingers hooked in the waistband, waiting for you to tell him it was okay. When your hands pushed down against his own to help them inch down your hips, he took that as his answer, pulling them, along with your panties, down and off of your legs before tossing them behind him unceremoniously, making you laugh. “Eager, are we?” You teased with a grin, making him chuckle. “I don’t think you understand just how long I’ve wanted you” he replied, sending a pleasant shudder down your spine and stoked the fire burning in your core at the thought that he’s craved you like this. That he’s fantasized about this. “Then what are you waiting for?” You asked, making him shoot you a crooked grin before sinking down and settling between your legs, laying gentle yet hot kisses to your inner thighs. “For you to scream my name for all of Zaun to hear as I please you like no one else can” he responded confidently with a much deeper tone, hands resting on your thighs and keeping them spread as he brought his lips to your throbbing clit.

Your reaction was immediate, back arching slightly from the mattress as your hands flew down to tangle in his hair. “Fuck…” you cursed quietly before moaning as his tongue licked flatly up your slit then fluttered against your aching bud. He moaned into you at your taste, opening his eye to look up at you as he sat between your legs lavishing you with attention, and gods above was he graced with a beautiful sight. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth open as moans billowed from your throat unrestrained, your chest heaving up and down with each labored breath. His every fantasy was ruined in this moment, because nothing, absolutely nothing would ever look better than you do right now. Nothing will ever hold a candle to your beauty as he pleased you. You looked fucking ethereal. Nothing could have possibly prepared him for it, for how perfect you looked, how delicious you tasted, how sexy you sounded moaning his name like a mantra for a lost god. He’d give anything to stay here, like this. All you’d ever have to do is ask.

You felt as one of his nimble fingers prodded at your entrance, easing its way in thanks to the mix between your slick and his saliva before searching for any of your sensitive spots. You gasped as he curled his finger within you, feeling him rubbing against your gummy walls as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it. It left you dizzy, weak even, with just how good it felt. “Gods, yes! Just like that” you encouraged, one hand smoothing through his hair as you looked down at him while he worked you with his mouth, your fingers of your other hand coming up to toy with one of your sensitive nipples, adding to your pleasure. He groaned into you as he took notice of this, enjoying the sight of you playing with yourself as he brought you pleasure, listening to you moan his name like a prayer. None of Zaun would be able to mistake who had you feeling this good once he was through with you. His free hand came up to mirror your ministrations, showing your other breast some much needed attention. You gave a louder moan in surprise as he pinched it playfully between his thumb and index finger before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb to soothe. The pain sent a bolt of pleasure straight to your clit, making him grin against you as he worked a second finger inside of you whilst skillfully tweaking your nipple.

You started to feel that all too familiar feeling of tension beginning to fester and rise in your lower belly, so close to snapping any moment now. Your hips rutted against his tongue and fingers, making him moan into your cunt as you used him for your pleasure, trying desperately to gain any bit of friction you could to propel you over the edge, and allow you to tumble into euphoria. “So close, please…” you begged through breathless pants, absolutely desperate to cum. It was when his fingers curled and rubbed against your walls once more that he found that spongy spot within you that lit your every nerve ending on fire. “Right there! Oh gods, Silco please” you let out, making him continue exactly what he was doing, hearing as your voice raised a bit higher in pitch, feeling your walls begin to tighten around his fingers. Before you could even think to warn him, your orgasm was rushing over you, consuming you whole as you screamed his name without a care for any consequence. Your back arched from the bed, eyes rolling back and your legs attempting to shut tightly as you twitched and writhed with every movement of his tongue and fingers that worked to help you down from cloud nine and draw out your pleasure for as long as possible, careful not to overstimulate you. Perhaps that could be saved for another day, should he be lucky enough.

He wiped his lips of your slick with the back of his hand before trailing them back up your body, stopping to suck gently on one of your nipples purely to see you writhe against him with need. He chuckled at your pathetic whine as your fingers came to the waistband of his pants, giving them an impatient tug. “Need me that bad, do you?” He asked with a cheeky grin down at you, the sight of you beneath him like this better than any dream he’s ever had. Seeing your hair settle around you against the sheets, the sight of you naked before him, glowing from the after effects of your orgasm that *he’d* given you. Seeing you wanting him just as much as he’d wanted you. It was unreal. “I don’t think you understand just how long I’ve wanted you” you replied cleverly, using his own words against him like he had done to you earlier, making him chuckle once more. Could you be any more perfect? “Then what are you waiting for?” He asked, making you grin deviously as you flipped him over on his back this time, straddling his hips now as your hand pressed against his chest, keeping him pressed against the mattress beneath you. His eyes looked to you with surprise at your quick and dexterous movements before waiting to hear what you had to say in response. “For you to take your pants off so all of Zaun can listen as you please me like no one else ever will” you replied with a confident grin, watching as he did exactly as you asked.

You both moaned pleasantly as he bottomed out, fully seated inside of you now, the angle allowing him to sit deeper within you as you straddled his hips. You gave yourself a moment to adjust, leaning down to kiss him once more to distract yourself from the momentary pain of the stretch. You could feel him throb inside of you with excitement, each pulse of his cock sending a pleasant tingle to your core. It was as he shifted his hips a little to get more comfortable that both of you moaned, the movement accidentally causing him to thrust into you a bit. So you started to move up and down on him at a slow pace to start, testing the waters to see if you were ready. And fuck, were you ready. He was in so deep like this that his tip nestled against your cervix each time you would sink back down onto him. It was heavenly. “Fuck…” you sighed as you started to pick up the pace a little, the sounds of his thighs meeting your ass, your shared panting and the slight creak of the bed becoming louder with your efforts, filling your room with the sinful symphony of sex. His hands slipped down your body to rest at your hips, gripping them tightly as he watched you skillfully bounce up and down on his cock, enjoying the sight of his length disappearing inside of you then peeking back out. “Janna almighty…” he let out, absolutely enraptured with the way your cunt wrapped around him so well, welcoming him so perfectly, he couldn’t help it. You were so warm, so wet, so tight around him that it left him breathless, fighting to not cum so soon. You couldn’t help but to giggle at his remark. “Feel good?” You asked between breathless pants, watching as he looked up at you, bewildered that you could possibly ask such a question. “Better than good, you feel incredible” he replied, a groan leaving him upon a particularly harsh thrust of your hips, watching you get lost in your pleasure as you rode him. You were quite the sight to behold while in the throws of your pleasure, watching your beautiful tits bounce as you moved, your head tilted back and eyes close as you’d find that perfect rhythm that drove you both wild. Every bit of you was so perfect in his eyes, he just simply couldn’t get enough. He watched as you bit your soft, kissable lips, teeth working at them and it made him crave the taste of them again, the feel of them against his own.

He sat up for a moment, bringing himself now eye level with you as you continued to ride him but now at a different angle. One that was even better. You hadn’t even thought that possible. He chased your lips, capturing them with his own as he started to thrust his hips up into you, matching your pace with precision. With each roll of his hips, not only was he hitting deeply inside, but your clit was getting new found attention, leaving you to moan into the kiss as you met his thrusts eagerly. “You’re perfect” he complimented, his lips trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder as you felt that ever familiar coil begin to wind tight in your core again. It was as you were about to reach your peak that the words left you before you could even register that you’d said them. “I love you” you confessed, panting as you looked upon him with a blush tinting your cheeks and a hopeful, yet vulnerable look in your eyes that told him your sentiment was completely sincere. That this meant something far more to you than just a heated moment to be forgotten about or never spoken of once morning came. You loved him. He smiled so purely, so joyfully as the words graced his ears. “For so long I’ve dreamt of hearing those words from you” he replied, making you smile back as you finally realized that the feeling was mutual, no longer scared of the potential of rejection. “I love you” he reciprocated, making your heart race as you kissed him, your hands cupping his face as he held you, rutting his hips up into you with newfound fervor. “So close…” you panted once you both broke apart for air, feeling yourself sit dizzily at the edge of bliss as his lips trailed along your neck. “Cum for me, darling. Give it to me” he said, angling his hips perfectly to stroke that spot deep inside of you that had you keening. That was all it took. The tension within your core blossomed to warmth as your every nerve ending surged with fiery pleasure, your walls clenching around him as you moaned his name loudly, clinging to him for dear life whilst your orgasm consumed you. The sight of you twitching and nearly convulsing in ecstasy, mixed with the way your cunt squeezed him even tighter sent him toppling over the edge soon after, spilling himself inside of you with a deep, almost guttural groan. You gave a pleased hum at the sensation, feeling him throb within you and fill you so incredibly full as you both sat there, fighting to catch your breath and looking upon one another in awe. Enjoying the buzzing sensation of your shared afterglow, you leaned in to the press a gentle, loving kiss to his lips, further solidifying that your words genuine and that this moment had indeed meant something. When you pulled back, your hand resting gently on the scarred side of his cheek, you were graced with the most love struck look, making you smile and giggle. “What?” You asked, a cheeky grin stretched to your lips. “Nothing, just taking in the view” he said, making you hum. “Is that so?” You asked. “You’re incredible” he said, turning to kiss your palm as he held his hand against the back of yours, leaning into your soft touch, simply wishing to stay there and enjoy the intimacy of the moment together.

It was as you were both lying there in your bed peacefully, having come back from getting cleaned up, you’d even gone another round whilst in the shower, as an entertaining thought came to you. “You wanna know something funny?” You asked, propping your head up on your hand, leaning your weight on your elbow as you laid on your side, facing him. “What’s that?” He asked, eyes trailing over your frame with wonder, in awe of the fact that you truly were here before him, and that you both shared such an intimate moment together not only once, but twice. Your top half was peaking out from beneath the blanket, allowing him the view of your chest and all the marks he’d left upon your delicate skin as he waited with much anticipation for what you had to say. “If you think about it; it took us dancing with one another to stop dancing around each other. Kinda funny how that worked out, don’t you think?” you spoke with a grin, making you both laugh. “I suppose it is” he replied, making you smile and hum as you looked to him lovingly, happy to see him here with you, happy to have shared what you did with him. “I love you, Sil. Thanks again for tonight” you said sweetly, making him smile as you said it. “I love you too, and thank you” he replied as you cuddled up to him beneath the covers, his arm slung around your frame protectively as you began to drift peacefully to sleep in his arms.

Perhaps heaven wasn’t a moment in time, or an action to be taken, but rather a person, and as you sat there in his arms, he could confidently say that you were that person.

[piroulinewafers]

ik this isnt exactly a request but can you write more for caleb with submissive reader? the fic was so sweet and you wrote the dynamic so well! 🥹

𝐚/𝐧: thank you anon for giving me a reason to post the other draft i wrote for the subby reader ask yesterday ;; i really appreciate ur kind words waaa ;;

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: caleb x fem! subby reader 𝐜𝐰: smut + overstimulation. 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: open.

the bedroom was thick with the scent of warmth and closeness— a blend of summer heat, soft fabric, and the unmistakable trace of skin against skin. the windows were cracked open just ajar, but no breeze came through, only the faint hum of cicadas drifting in front the outside world. the air felt heavy, not suffocating, but close— like it was holding it’s breath.

their sheets were tangled at the foot of the bed, forgotten, and clothes lay scattered across the floor in a trail of quiet affection as soft moans and grunts echoed in the room, spilling outside into the air.

caleb gazed down at her flushed face, hair splayed out messily on the pillow as she lay there, completely spent and overstimulated from their marathon of lovemaking. 

he could see the glazed look in her eyes, the way her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat. the room was filled with the musky scent of their coupling, air thick and heavy with the weight of their passion, and yet all he could think about was her. 

the colonel gazed down at where his hips met hers, feeling the way her soft, warm flesh yield to his hardness. he could feel every inch of her velvety walls fluttering and clenching around him helplessly, still sensitive and overstimulated from the countless orgasms he’d given her. the sensation was exquisite, but he knew she was too far gone to truly appreciate it anymore. 

he had yet to find his own release, cock still rock hard and throbbing inside of her.  normally, he would have revealed in the feeling of being buried deep within her heat, savouring the way her body gripped him like a vice. 

but not now, not with her like this. he could feel the way she twitched and trembled with every slight movement, her breathy whimpers and moans no longer sounds of pleasure, but of overstimulation and growing discomfort. 

caleb gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to start moving again, to chase his own release. he knew it would be easy to just let go, to use her willing, pliant body for his own gratification. and he knew damn well she wouldn’t fight it too.

but he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. not when every finer of her being was screaming at her to stop, even if she was too stubborn to say the words out loud. 

he gripped her hips firmly, holding her still as he fought the instinct to thrust. “shh, just breathe, baby,” he coaxed, his voice strained with the effort of restraining himself. “you don’t have to do anythin’ else. i know you’re real sensitive, i know you’re tired. let’s just rest like this for a bit, m’kay?” 

she looked utterly debauched, thoroughly used, and yet still she tried to arch up into him, her body instinctively craving more even if her mind screamed for rest.

“no, caleb, please,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse and ragged. “you haven’t… you haven’t cum yet. i can take it, one more round, please? i wanna make you feel good, s-so good,” 

he could see the determination in her eyes, even as they were glazed over and unfocused. she was trying to so hard to please him, to be the perfect lover, that she was ignoring the clear signs of her own exhaustion and overstimulation. it was admirable, in a way, but also deeply concerning. 

didn’t she know that he would always love her, regardless? he didn’t need to ejaculate for her to be a good partner, she was already perfect just the way she was and he didn’t want anything to change.

he could feel her trying to clench around him, her body instinctively tightening, as if to urge him on. but he had himself still, refusing to give in to the temptation. he cknew her body couldn’t take it, knew that any more stimulation would only lead to pain and discomfort. 

she was too submissive, practically a doormat in bed. he saw the way he eyes would flicker with hesitancy or confusion before she blindly nodded and agreed to everything he offered or ask with a pretty smile on her face. 

“listen to yourself, baby,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her kiss-swollen lips. “hear how ragged your breathin' is, how hoarse your voice is? you’ve given me everythin' already, more than enough to satisfy me ‘nd then some.”

he brushed her hair back from her face almost tenderly, thumb brushing over her cheekbone. he could feel the heat radiating off of her skin, could see the way her chest heaved with each laboured breath. she was utterly spent, completely at her limit and the knowledge that she would still let him use her even now humbled and awed him. 

“such a good girl,” he murmured. “so perfect 'nd selfless, always putting me first. but i need you to listen to your body, alright? you can’t keep going like this, not when you’re this sensitive.”

he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he breathed in the scent of her skin, his free hand rubbing soothing circles into the skin of her sides. a huff left him at her lack of response, almost like she was childishly ignoring him as if though that would change his thoughts. 

“you love me, right?”

“mhm…”

caleb smiled, sighing softly. “then you’ll listen to me, okay? you’ve got to listen to that pretty body of yours.” 

with that, he carefully pulled out of her, hissing softly as her over-sensitive walls clenched around him involuntarily, his tip an angry red and leaking pre.

carefully, he gathered her up into his arms, rolling them both onto their sides so he could spoon her from behind, tugging the blankets over their warm bodies and tucking her close to his chest. his arm wrapped around her waist possessively, holding her against him as he nuzzled into her hair. 

“there, that’s it,” he coaxed softly, feeling her slowly start to relax into his embrace. “just rest now, baby. you have to stop pushin' yourself like that just for my sake, okay?” 

she offered a sleepy nod, a clumsy, tired agreement.

“promise me, then. or i’ll think about it all night long and i won’t get a wink of sleep.”

she scrunched her nose at his words, pouting and letting out a soft huff. “i promise…”

finally, he let himself smile, gently brushing a few damp strands of hair from her forehead. the room was warm with the scent of grass and summer sweat, but her presence made everything feel calm— like golden hour after a long day.

her breathing started to slow, synching with his, her weight melting into his chest. caleb pressed a kiss to the crown of her head.

“atta girl,” he murmured. “sleep well, ‘ll be right here. always.” 

and with her tucked safely in his arms, the quiet hum of night settled in— peaceful and still. 

[sundaysconsort]

I would like to request some fluffy established relationship headcanons for Aven, Phainon and Stella (my queen 🤲🐥💛🥹) hehe, take your time with this req! 🤭🫶💖

Entry : " Just You And I Until Forever "

Pairings : HSR! Aventurine | HSR! Phainon | OC! Strelitzia

Information : My "fluffy" Established Relationship headcanons! It's been several years since I've written a request, I hope this is to your satisfaction, my Beloved. I’m sure it’s somewhat ooc, and I apologize if it’s chaotic or repetitive! 🥲💙🫶

Tags : Fluff, Emotional vulnerability, Doubt, Comfort, Established Relationship, Intimacy, mutual respect, supportive relationships, gentle affection, etc. I'm terrible at tags.

Subject: Aventurine | Love Language: Gift giving

Aventurine’s love language is unmistakably rooted in "gift-giving." He is a man who equates his self-worth with his financial success, and there’s a certain joy that radiates from him when he showers you with lavish presents. Each carefully chosen gift is not just an object; it symbolizes his affection and desire to indulge you, reinforcing his sense of pride and fulfillment in the relationship.

He is a man who possesses an uncanny ability to read your gaze, effortlessly guiding you through the vibrant store aisles filled with colorful fabrics and stylish garments. As he strolls alongside you, his keen eye catches sight of various pieces of clothing, and he eagerly presents them to you, his enthusiasm infectious. If you express even the slightest interest in a particular item, he insists on purchasing it for you, his generosity unwavering, no matter the cost. Should you politely decline his offer, he remains undeterred. With a patient smile, he waits for a moment when your attention is elsewhere, and by the morning light, you might discover the very piece of clothing you hesitated over, neatly folded on your bed as if waiting for you. Alternatively, you may receive a discreet text message, a playful hint teasing you about a delightful surprise eagerly awaiting you once you complete your work or studies.

He is a man who takes pride in flaunting you as his own, to the point where it sometimes borders on possessiveness. With a broad grin, he delights in the attention you attract, wrapping his arm around your waist in public and speaking with intention—louder so that those around you can hear. He clings desperately to his last chip, fully aware that without his luck, he feels lost. Without you, what does he have left? You belong to him, just as he belongs to you. It will take time for him to embrace himself, as he is already capable of doing for you.

He is a man whose every intention is to make you feel beautiful, help you stand out, and remind himself that you belong to him. He struggles to understand the concept of love and the idea of someone truly cherishing him. To him, you are a gamble, a thrill he cannot resist, no matter how hard he once tried. He is completely wrapped around your finger.

He is a man who once believed that he could rely solely on his good fortune, as he felt he had nothing else to offer. Or rather, he once had nothing. Now, however, he has more to lose than ever before: you. You have become his top priority for as long as your relationship continues.

He is a man who misses his partner dearly, finding that every little detail in his life somehow reminds him of you. Little by little, he begins to enjoy his life again; every gamble he wins becomes money to be spent on you. You have become his reason for living. Each time he is able to care for his own needs, he feels secure, knowing that you are happiest when he is healthy. You make him whole, serving as a beacon of light in his once-darkened world of solitude. In your presence, he often drops his usual confident facade and smooth talk; whether through his words or actions, he becomes more genuine. He may speak less, carefully choosing his words to ensure they are sincere rather than deceptive.

He is a man who endlessly praises your body and your character. He possesses a genuine love that is free from fabrication or deceit; he truly treasures it. Surprisingly, he is more hesitant when it comes to receiving physical touch than one might expect. In a committed relationship, every move he makes is carefully calculated to elicit a reaction from you. He kisses your fingers delicately, appreciates your every imperfection, and gently trails his kisses toward your knuckles before resting his forehead against the back of your hand.

He is a man who melts into your embrace over time. At first, his body may feel stiff when you take him into your arms, but soon a wave of ease washes over him, and he returns the embrace with an amused comment laced with desire. He craves your arms wrapped around him. His eyes may close as he sinks deeper into your frame, feeling safe. Whether he is the one protecting you or the other way around, he is content to relish this moment. He allows himself to feel the warmth, care, and love that come from a true partner—someone who has seen him at his worst and loves him all the same.

He is a man who takes every chance to whisk you away on a luxurious adventure. While he enjoys shopping during your dates, he gradually introduces you to exquisite meals at sought-after restaurants, all while remembering your favorite dishes for next time. When the moment is right, he confidently orders for you, always with a warm grin. You | "What if I wanted to try something new today?" Aventurine | "Then I'd buy you that as well. Who do you take me for?"

Bonus section for @aventurineswife, I'll feel guilty if it's not fluffy enough for you. He is a man who delights in the sound of your laughter, cherishing it more than anything else in the world. When he breathes softly against your neck, it sends a thrill down your spine, and then he turns away with a casual, playful air, as if to draw you deeper into his charm. At the sight of you, he can’t help but whistle, a melody that reflects the joy you bring to his life. He has a knack for moments of whimsy, like when he playfully sets his hat atop your head, playfully shielding your eyes from the sun, while also drawing you into a world of shared laughter. In conversations, he removes his sunglasses, allowing his eyes to convey the sincerity of his attentiveness. He leans in closer, captivated by your words and eager to connect on a deeper level, showing that your thoughts and opinions matter to him immensely. He is the kind of man who would go any distance for your attention, whether it’s a small gesture or a grand romantic act. Although he presents an air of confidence, he can be brought to his knees when you challenge him, and only by you, revealing an endearing vulnerability. He thrives on the banter, enjoying how you keep him on his toes, igniting playful debates that spark chemistry between you. He loves to tease you endlessly, his gentle jabs filled with affection, always knowing exactly how to make you smile. There’s something intoxicating about the way he inhales your scent as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, savoring the moment as if it’s a precious secret. His commitment shines through in the way he makes you wear matching rings, a playful promise that symbolizes a bond evolving toward something even deeper—a future engagement that he envisions with you. He genuinely values your opinions, listening attentively and encouraging you to express yourself freely. When it comes to your body, he sees beauty in every imperfection. He adores your "imperfections" whether they're love handles, moles, stretch marks, birthmarks, or scars, he'll end up interpreting each one as a testament to your beauty, strength and unique story. He is unapologetically a man in love, celebrating every facet of who you are and embracing the unique qualities that make you, you.

Subject: Phainon | Love Language: Physical touch

Phainon is a man who places a high value on "physical touch;" it is his primary love language. He feels most connected to others through the warmth of hugs, the brush of a hand, and the intimacy of close proximity. For him, these simple gestures convey deep affection and strengthen his emotional bonds with those he cares about.

He is a man who wraps his arms around you gently as you drift off to sleep, providing a warm and comforting presence. With each soothing embrace, he creates a safe haven, making sure you feel protected and cherished throughout the night. His steady breathing and quiet whispers reassure you, helping to quiet any worries that might linger in your mind. In those moments, you can surrender to rest, knowing he will safeguard your dreams with love and care.

He is a man who envelops you in a flurry of affectionate kisses, his lips brushing against your skin with a gentle urgency. Each kiss feels like a promise, as he methodically covers every inch of your body, lingering on your cheeks, forehead, and the curve of your neck, pouring his heart into each moment. As he prepares for a long mission that will take him away from you, he seems to want to memorize the warmth of your skin and the rhythm of your breath, as if these tender moments might sustain you both in the days to come. His kisses are not just physical gestures; they carry a depth of emotion, reminding you that every second spent together is a cherished memory to hold onto during his absence.

He is a man who is thoughtful and devoted. He who willingly adjusts his meticulously planned schedule to accommodate your needs. Despite the demanding responsibilities that come with being the Chrysos heir, a position that often pulls him in numerous directions, he prioritizes your time together. His commitment reflects not only his affection for you but also his determination to make every moment count, regardless of the pressures he faces from his title and the expectations that come with it.

He is a man who clings to the tiniest fragments of your conversations, recalling with fondness the playful exchanges and silly remarks that once made you both laugh. Each lighthearted memory—like your infectious giggle or a shared inside joke—becomes a precious lifeline amid the harsh realities of the battlefield. As he navigates the chaos and uncertainty of combat, he often finds himself lost in daydreams of home, where your smile awaits him. The very thought of not returning to you weighs heavily on his heart, filling him with a determination to survive, so he can once again embrace the safe haven of your presence and relive those cherished moments.

He is a man who takes his role as your partner seriously. As the respected heir of Chrysos, he stands guard over you, ensuring that no one suspicious can approach without his explicit permission. Anyone who seeks to reach you must first navigate through his watchful presence, as he meticulously assesses their intentions, weighing each potential visitor with careful scrutiny before deciding whether to grant them access. His formidable demeanor can be intimidating, but beneath it lies a willingness to respect your wishes. If you desire space or want him to step back, he will readily understand and allow you the freedom you seek, always prioritizing your comfort, often brushing off his protective behavior with humor and affection.

He is a man who effortlessly attuned to the subtle social cues that reveal your emotions. He seems to instinctively know what brings you joy and what makes you uncomfortable, even if you hesitate to share your feelings. His playful nature often shines through as he tells silly jokes, aiming to elicit a smile from you or lighten the mood when he senses any unease.

He is a man who, upon realizing he has upset you or made you feel uncomfortable, instantly transforms into a flurry of apologies. His demeanor shifts noticeably, and you can see the concern etched on his face as he fumbles through his words, striving to express how truly sorry he is for his actions. It’s as if he feels a deep sense of responsibility for your feelings and is eager to make amends, often over-explaining himself in a bid to ensure you understand that it was never his intention to cause you distress. His awkwardness only adds to the sincerity of his remorse, making it clear that he values your feelings profoundly.

Subject: Strelitzia "Stella" | Love Language: Quality time

Strelitzia is a woman known for her striking presence, often opting for silence instead of speech. She values "quality time" with her partner, and her moments of quietude do not stem from a lack of thoughts or feelings. Rather, they reflect a profound depth of character and a keen observant nature.

She is a woman who is devoted, willing to fight for your cause in the face of opposition, despite her own anxieties. You can see the fierce determination etched on her face as she steps forward to protect you without a word, her body tense with anticipation, in fear. When you finally call her name, the tension in her features begins to melt away, replaced by a gentle warmth and concern.

She is a woman who swivels her head at the familiar sound of your voice, her expression lighting up as she searches the crowd for you. Her feathers, a stunning array of iridescent colors, create a soft glow that sets her apart from those around her. As she spots you, her wings unfold gracefully, flapping with an animated rhythm that mirrors the excited wag of a dog’s tail, betraying her eagerness and joy.

She is a woman who tends to withdraw due to her fear of making mistakes. Despite this distance, she can't help but keep a watchful eye on you from afar, silently ensuring your safety. Her protective instincts drive her to monitor your well-being, even if she struggles to engage directly. It’s a complex balance of wanting to be close yet feeling the need to maintain space, all rooted in her desire to shield you from potential harm.

She is a woman who, without even realizing it, orchestrates romantic outings in hidden, tranquil spots away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Whether it's a charming little picnic by a serene lake, a leisurely stroll through a secluded forest, or an unexpected sunset watching at a quiet beach, her natural inclination seems to draw her towards intimate settings that evoke a sense of magic and connection.

She is a woman who truly engages with every word you say, giving her full attention as you share your thoughts, stories, and even your frustrations. With her warm, inviting smile, she creates a safe space where you feel comfortable venting and rambling on. It’s as if she hangs on to each word, her eyes sparkling with empathy, reflecting a genuine interest in what you’re expressing. Whether you’re sharing a small triumph or a deep concern, she listens intently, her expression soft and encouraging, making you feel heard and valued in every moment you spend together.

She is a woman who embodies the saying "actions speak louder than words." Her deeds often convey her intentions and feelings more powerfully than any spoken language could. Despite the fatigue that often accompanies lengthy conversations, she perseveres in her efforts to articulate her thoughts and ideas for you. Her determination to communicate, even when drained, highlights her commitment to connecting with you, ensuring that her message is heard and understood.

She is a woman who cherishes the beauty of subtle, gentle touches that convey warmth and affection. As her relationship deepens, she finds herself growing more impulsive and adventurous, exploring this newfound intimacy with enthusiasm. Unbeknownst to her, each shared moment and intimate gesture signifies her personal growth, allowing her to shed layers of hesitation and embrace the comfort of being herself. With each passing day, she becomes increasingly attuned to her own desires, relishing in the freedom of expressing her feelings openly and confidently.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hello!!!

Can I put in a writing request??

Because I love your writing!!! 🥹

Can you do (either human alastor.. or demon alastor i love both but human alastor has a chokehold on me haha) but his partner is plus size and they are very self conscious about it

Can be smut if you like (I'm waaaay okay with that)

omg yessss i’m gonna do human alastor because he does need some attention <3 also felt this personallyyyy so i did it sooo fast 🙈 ima chunky gorl myself and with summer approaching things always get tough. i lot of what i wrote here is my own personal experience and shit so i don’t want anyone to think this is something they should feel or notice or be ashamed of! Just so you know!

warnings: SMUT 18+, gender neutral but use of clit, feral alastor, Human!alastor, kinda ooc in the way he is ravenous for reader sexually, reader doesn’t know he’s a murderer, self loathing, self hate, body worship maybe, biting breifly, alastor kinda rich or whatever for the time, insecure reader, plus size reader, body part like stomach thighs highlighted, crying, husband alastor, comfort from Al. swearing, lmk if there’s anything else! NOT PROOFREAD YALL

also i wanted to use junoisded ‘s work (on IG) but i don’t think they like things reposted unless asked and i am way to shy but go check them out their human alastor is mouthhhhh watering gawd

Closing the door behind you, you sat your bag on the table a sullen look on your face. It was particularly difficult week for you, it was getting warmer in New Orleans and when it got warm what was really meant was hot humid gross. It almost felt embarrassing at times to leave the house, the clothes companies made weren’t anything like what other people wore they were hideous, and you sweat, and just felt kind of self conscious.

Especially with Alastor. His popularity grew expeditiously over the last couple of years, with people now being able to recognize his voice all around. His popularity was a gift and a curse, a gift because you didn’t have to work through the stock market issues whereas many people your age did, and a curse because more women and men alike wanted him.

You weren’t jealous because Alastor made it pretty clear he only had eyes for you, however you couldn’t stop the comparison, you usually felt decent about yourself and your looks and Alastor made you more assured in your beliefs. But as more people would recognize him, and he’d give them that charming smile, and they’d flirt, you’d get a little jealous and insecure.

You walked into yours and Alastors shared bedroom, slipping off your shoes and looking into the mirror. You wanted to buy some nice clothing for an event you and Alastor were attending within the week, it was very hush puppy as it served contraband, however you couldn’t find anything at the market, and the tailors would be just too much to ask of Alastor.

Your lip quivered not with sadness but frustration, you just wanted to be at the same level as everybody else, without the issues, and being constantly told how to eat or use your body or dress yourself. Sitting on the bed your thighs spread out around you, stomach resting atop. Tears kept flowing pitifully as you took a moment to wrap your head around your spiraling thoughts. Taking a deep breath you wrapped your arms around your back, begining to take off the clothes that stuck to your sweaty body.

‘Loose leisure clothes.’ You chanted as you shook your trousers to your ankles and opened the drawers to your dresser. You remembered as you caught sight of one of Alastors red suit jackets, a gentleman who had commented that Alastor was far too small to lend his jacket to you on a cold night, which make you feel so bad about yourself. Slamming the drawer closed you cradled your head, this wasn’t fair, you would be ten times better with yourself if people weren’t so casually cruel.

You were okay, you were loved, but it seemed in other aspects of life people had to assure you weren’t due to how you looked. “My dear, what’re you doing all dressed down like this?” Alastors voice rang out joyfully. With a jump and a squeak your arms go to cover your body, however Alastor had already turned his back for you. “I’m so sorry sweetheart! I should’ve knocked!” Even though Alastor was being respectful, a nagging voice in the back of your head told you it was because he couldn’t stand the sight of you.

“Uhm, well you can look actually…” You muttered voice just above a whisper as you rubbed your arm. Alastors hands were on his hips, elbows pointed out head facing down, then he perked up head looking behind him. Smile present on his face his eyes shamelessly drank you up. “I couldn’t find any clothes,” You mutter your throat closing as the tears returned with the thoughts of before.

Alastors body finally turned his smile falling as he watched your from recoil away from his gaze. Stepping into the room his dress shoes clinked against the wooden floor as he approached you his arms outstretched to you. Immediately you fell into his embrace holding back the urge to cry, you wanted to be as strong as he was; smiling through no matter.

However when his hand began rubbing your back, soft words of worry falling from his lips, you lost it. Burying your face into his shoulder you cried, muttering your insecurities into him as he cradled you. “And Alastor they must think i’m a joke, you’re so small compared to me.” You cried out, pulling back to look into his chocolate eyes. Quickly he pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket, his smile now a frown as he watched tears roll down your cheeks.

“My my, that’s the best part doudou. I love having flesh to bite, grip, squeeze,” Alastor grinned speaking through his closed teeth as he gripped your waist pulling your hips to his and you looked down hiding your face at his ridiculous nickname for you. “I feel proud to be able to feed you, my mother would be proud too, she’d absolutely love you. Worry not my dearest doe, i will have anything tailored to your need, and any crude bastard to comment on you I will hand slaughter the night of thee event, just to send a little message.” Alastor puffed his chest into you, his voice strangely dark and possessive, his eyes gleaming with pride as he kneaded your flesh beneath his fingers.

You never thought about it like that Alastor being able to properly provide for you, no; that was the fun of Alastor though he always knew how to twist things into something better than. Not to mention the idea of him being willing to commit a crime for you in the midst of a serial killer going around, that was something very special to you, strangely enough.

“Alastor you’re insane sometimes, but i love you.” You grinned finally, in turn making Alastors smile return larger then ever. Hands crawling up his chest and neck, you pulled him close and into a kiss. Your immediately Alastor gave into your tug, crashing his lips quickly onto your own roughly, his body grinding into your own as he did so, impatient to show you how much you mean to him though his psychical affections.

His hands gripped every little bit of flesh they passed, trailing up and down your body rolls and all, indulging his desire for you. You moaned lightly into his mouth when you felt the hard pressure of him pressed against your thigh. Alastor pulled away biting your lip as he did so, dragging it out. His eyes were lidded and one of his perfectly gelled curls fell forward and down touching the brim of his eyeglasses. “See how quickly you make me indecent my dear? Oh sweet doe, you make me so disgusting.” Alastor whined in a way, which you’d never heard, and stuffed his head into your neck, kissing, biting and sucking at your warm neck

“Alastor i’m sweaty!” You squeal as he dragged his tongue up your neck, biting at the flesh under you chin. “I know,” He mumbled quickly barely breaking away from decorating your neck. “So stop!” You huffed noncommittally as your hands came down to rest on his shoulders, lightly pushing him. “Why my little doe, you taste better this way.”

Alastor pulled back his coy smile on display as he did so, there was something so disbelieved and feral about how he looked despite not being unkept in the slightest. You felt slightly embarrassed by him admitting he liked you sweaty, but it was also comforting knowing that things you thought made you repulsive, actually attracted him.

“Come to bed with me, chérie?” Alastor hummed slyly, pulling your wrists gently toward the direction of the bed, where he was walking. “To sleep?” You asked flatly eyebrow raised, this caused a genuine laugh to bubble out of Alastors chest his head shaking just a bit. “No, and i think you knew that.” He whispered as he tugged you into him and then down onto the bed. You tensed as he did so, sitting up on your elbows you look at him and scold him.

You paused as Alastors gaze beat down on you hotly, it was sinful how he was looking at you with that cheshire grin on his face. He pulled off his glove with his teeth and used his degloved hand to remove the other one before he undid his vest, chucking it aside carelessly. You took a deep breath your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you watched him closely.

Yes you’ve had sex with Alastor before, although neither of you had a high libido so it wasn’t often, and when it was it wasn’t needy like now, no, it was loving, passionate. Alastor tossed his shirt aside crawling ontop of you right after, groaning as he pressed his bulged into the warmth of your thighs. Whimpering you covered your eyes unable to face the lustful look he was giving you.

His warm flesh melted into yours as he lowered himself ontop of you, his skin hot and sticky from being out in the louisiana heat, his breath tickled your skin as his lips dragged around your neck teasingly. “Gosh Al, I - you’re making me feel so- please.” You moaned quietly unable to place the feeling coursing through you. A mixture of wanting to beg him to devour you and wanting to hide yourself away from his heated gestures.

“What is is it you need, my dear?” His voice was sweet like honey as he breathed his sin into your ear, hand coming up under the leg hole of your undergarments, inching closer to your core. You breath was quievered as your hands found there way to his slightly musicled biceps, sinking your nails into them. Finally he backed up on his knees, and yanked down your undergarments, making you gasp.

Your husband has never been this, it made you dizzy and confused, why has he been hiding such ravenousness from you? Alastor looked down at you with pity, your legs reflexively closed before he could get a glimpse of your pretty. “Please darling don’t be modest, I need you more then ever now. I’m a starved man don’t you know? I need your quench.” You watched him as he spoke, his eyebrows knitted his face soft as he mockingly pleaded with you while he undid the button in his slacks and soon pulled down the zipper.

With jagged breaths you watched him disrobe, pulling his cock from his boxers and stroking it for you to see. Precum dripped from the tip and down his shaft, mixing into the dark coiled public hair at the base. “Oh fuck Alastor,” You whined looking away, you heard him chuckle at an octave you’ve never heard before. “What’s wrong darling? Can’t stand to see how perverse you make me? How cruel, honestly.” He huffed before his warm hands came to grip on your knees, yanking them apart. “My dear, you’re absolutely devine, you have no idea. It’s sickeningly cruel on my part, but I can’t help but be greedy about the way I only get to have you. In a world of commons, i get the rare.” Alastors hips slotted in between your thighs like many times before but this time you were so soaked you needed no foreplay. The head of his shaft prodded at your entrance, making your hips tilt forward attempting to gain friction and contact.

“Please Al, don’t make me beg you.” You moaned quietly, ashamed of how quickly you bent to his will. Alastor grinned down at you, admiring your body relaxed and needy beneath him. There wasn’t a soul he’d replace you for, you were everything and more. He could come clean about his murders and you’d kiss his cheek and serve him some whisky for his stress, because you were family, you were his.

Alastor slid into you slowly, feeling every inch of you against him, his thighs pressed against your own, he loved the feeling of you consuming him all at once. The way your body embraced his own was heaven on earth, you were his comfort that he didn’t deserved. As he watched you beneath him gasp, shake and moan as he sunk into slowly, harshly and repeatedly, he whispered sweet nothings to you. He let out a condescending chuckle while calling you a good pet, told you your body was his to love too and for shame for berating it.

You saw stars and he would slowly pull out and slam back in, believing that was the extent of this session. However, Alastor pressed his hips fully up against your own, kneading the softness of your belly as he stilled. Leaning down he captured you in a kiss, catching you off guard. You reciprocated fisting his curly hair and pulling him closer, which in response made him growl and grunt into you. He felt you clench around him at the sound, and in the moment decided he’d show you how good you make him feel, how much he loves you.

Suddenly Alastor pulled his hips back, and grinded back down into you, his public hair tickling your swollen clit, juices from your arousal squelching as he did so. This time he wasn’t slow, his pace was even and moderate, fucking you into the mattress so hard, the springs snapped, the wood creaked and you swore the bed frame was moving. Alastor pulled away from your swollen lips burying his face in your neck, he moaned for you.

You rolled your eyes back at the sounds he made, ahs, uhs and groans that were only for you. “Oh fuck Alastor i’m gonna cum,” You squeaked clenching your toes tightly as he jackhammered into you, breathing and gasping into your ear as he felt you grip him. Alastor wasn’t proud to admit it but he was too weak to respond, instead he bit down, sucking and groaning into your skin. His pace got clumsy as you cried out in ecstasy, coiling your body around him as you came harshly.

Your arm around his back, one arm around his neck and gripping his hair, and your legs tightly locked around your hips, yeah Alastor couldn’t resist himself from shooting strings into you. Your body jolted as he came shaking your while body, his grunts and whines making your sensitive hole clench him nearer. Without a warning his body collapsed ontop of yours, a deep breath escaping him as he finally relaxed. “I’ve never felt that before dear,” Alastor admitted after a moment of silence. “Me neither, made me forget about everything.” You say hazily, your voice lifted and raw from the noises you let out.

Alastor chucked his fogged glasses to the side, pulling himself out with a huff. Smiling sweetly you watched him gently place a kiss on your stomach and walk off. Sitting up you nearly went to call after him, before his naked body came waltzing back with a rag. “Wanna have a lazy evening in chérie?” You hummed approvingly, and attempted to take the rag, he scoffed at you and lightly pushed your hand away. Softly and embarrassingly so, he cleaned you from himself, enjoying the sight while he was at it.

Once finished Alastor returned the rag as you readied the bed, wanting to cuddle with him. Coming back in Alastor went to grab you both clothes before you called to him. “Can, well- i want to feel you still?” You questioned more than said. Shutting the drawer with a slam he grinned like the little cheshire he was and crawled into bed with you. You pulled him in and he you, nuzzling yourself into his chest you whimpered at the contact, feeling various emotions run through you.

“I chose you my dear, for many reasons not only your looks, your love, your passion but your body too, I love all parts of you, and I know how thoughtless people can be, I will protect you from those comments in the future.” Alastor whispers into your head kissing the top of it right after. You caressed his chest with your nails, throwing your leg over his torso. “Thank you Alastor. I love you too, hell there’s nothing that would make me not love you.” Alastor scoffed his grin returning. “Even murder?” He questioned angling his neck to the side to meet your eyes. Smiling up at him you gave a point nod. “Even murder.”

[mmochammoss]

Could you do mha boys with a buff s/o??

This is too cute lol. I did these in HC style so I hope that’s ok🙏🏾🥹

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Izuku Midoriya

He’s not so secretly, secretly obsessed with you. Keeps a journal just for you and your training. Says it’s for his own training to cross-reference, but everyone knows that little freak is lying. Loves talking about you the most. He knows it’s weird to comment on your body so he tries to hold back but sometimes he just can’t help himself. Even if you're not proud of it, trust that he is. Can and will gush about your shoulder-to-waist ratio during casual conversation with anyone who asks (or doesn’t ask).

He immediately wants to know your workout routine, macros, reps, and gym playlist. Suggests “partner training” under the guise of bonding but really just wants to watch you lift. Don't worry; he wants to spend quality time with you, too, but if that quality time can be you spotting him or guiding him through a set…….yeah…..

Definitely loves your arms the most. Gets so flushed when you wear sleeveless anything. Can’t stop staring at your arms. His face gets redder the more skin you show, but he refuses to look away.

Despite your strength and physique he still wants to protect you, but also knows you could probably throw a villain through a wall no problem. Gets flustered whenever people point it out.

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Katsuki Bakugou

Absolutely loves it. Would never admit it but he does. He’s so down bad. Stares openly when you stretch or flex. Will fight anyone who makes comments, but also makes those same comments himself. It’s different though, only he’s allowed to talk about you like that.

You’re his spotter and he's yours. No exceptions. Don't even think about working out with anyone else he’ll legitimately throw a fit.

Thinks your abs are the hottest thing in the world. He absolutely hates it when you wear anything that shows them off. He tries to overcompensate by being shirtless as much as humanly possible to counteract your effect on him but it really just makes it worse.

Loves that your so strong but he needs you to think he’s strong too. Is always jumping in front of you at the first sign of danger. Never lets you open doors or jars just so he can casually prove that you need him even if you can get by on your own.

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Shouto Todoroki

Quietly admires you like you’re fine art. Traces your muscles absentmindedly when cuddling. Probably asked if he could take photos of your back “for reference,” but just stares at the pictures any time he remembers he has them.

He really tried hard not to outwardly react to the things you wear, he doesn’t want to come off as weird or a creep, but if you wear a tank top around him, he goes totally still and forgets how to breathe. Don’t let it be tight either….

The king of casual compliments. Will call you strong easily 5 times a day. “You’re very powerful.” Insert 10 seconds of intense eye contact. “I like that.” It’s both a compliment and a personal confession.

Started lifting and weight training so much more after you both got together. Says it’s because you're his inspiration but it’s really because he doesn’t want his big sexy s/o in the gym by themselves so other people can hit on them.

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Tenya Iida

Feels kinda bad that he finds your strength so sexy. Every time you lift something heavy without effort his brain gets all fuzzy. Feels like he’s almost objectifying you, so he’ll try and clear his conscience by showering you with compliments. “That was… an admirable display of strength! Very commendable!!”

Praises your physical form with dramatic sincerity but tries to frame the compliments around how hard you work rather than how you look. “Your dedication to physical wellness is exemplary!”

Loves loves loves your legs. Tries to be so subtle about it but anytime you flash a little leg at him he’s getting hot under the collar.

Don’t get it confused though, he’s still going to be your knight in shining armor. You could literally bench-press him, and he’d still instinctively stand in front of you when danger arises. “A hero must shield their loved ones, no matter their physical capacity!”

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Eijiro Kirishima

Literally obsessed with you. Never shuts up about how cool and manly you are. Posts your gym selfies with captions like “LOOK AT THIS POWERHOUSE!!” followed by 10 bicep emojis.

Always wants to play wrestle just so you can overpower him. It’s so hot to him. Gets giddy when you pin him. “Babe, do it again. Slam me. Please.”

Is so touchy-feely with you. Will happily rest his head on your chest in public. Wraps his arm around your waist and tells people, “They could literally crush me in a hug. Isn’t that awesome?”

Loves working out with you. His dream day consists of you both waking up early, hitting the gym, protein shakes, flexing at each other, and ending the day cuddled up after a workout. He’s so whipped it’s not even funny.

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Hitoshi Shinsou

Was shocked but definitely not mad the first time he found out you were jacked, he blinked slowly, nodded his head, and went, “…Nice.” He’s chill about it, most of the time.

He won’t admit it, but he loves being manhandled by you. Pick him up, move him out of your way, put him in your lap. He’s yours. Melts. Absolutely losing it on the inside.

Loves teasing and flirting with you while commenting on your physique. “Wow, those arms could kill a man. Good thing I’m into that.” Tries to come off as smooth and suave but it just makes him sound like such a little freak.

Is extremely possessive and jealous at times. If another muscular person flirts with you, his arms are immediately around your waist, pulling you close to him. Will actually crash out if he loses his Herculean baddie to some meathead.

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Requests are open!! <3

[james-is-here]

Just a wittle drabble, no it is not 5am.

This is inspired by Channie being the most precious soul ever, ugh I love him 😭🥰🥹

Established relationship

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With a wide smile of your face, you sing LiSA's part in Social Path with Han, adding extra vocals and walking along the edge of the stage.

When the part ended and Felix started, you look around at all the others before looking back and notice Chan walking backstage behind the screen. Immediately worried, you're quick to jog to the main stage and follow him.

You find him a few steps away from the opening behind the screen. "Hey, you okay?" Chan turned towards you, one hand on his hip and the other at his side. He nods when you step closer, placing a hand on his arm. "Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine." He lifts his hand with his mic up to pat your elbow and start to walk back on stage but you stop him for a couple more seconds.

"Channie-Hyung, look at me." You stand in front of him, a hand still on his arm as your free one removes one of your in-ears to hear yourself better and slip your mic into the pocket of your cargo pants. You then lift your hand to place it on the side of his neck. "Hyung, don't make me say it." You say softly with a teasing smile and he glances at you but stays staring at the stage floor.

Sighing, you step closer, moving your left hand from his arm to his side and leaning to catch his eye. "Yeobo~" You say in a soft sing-song voice, gaining a smile. "Jagiya~ Look at me~" You pout and move the hand on his neck up a little to his jaw to turn his head and he finally looks at you. "Hey there." You smile. "Hi." He whispers, placing his own hands on your waist.

"It's okay, Channie." You move your thumb back and forth on his jaw and he leans into your touch, even more so when you move from his jaw to cup his cheek. "It's okay." "I know...Sorry, the lyrics-" "You don't need to explain, I know...I know, Chan." He steps closer and places his forehead on yours, enjoying the small moment a little longer.

"We should go back out." Chan nods but doesn't back away for a couple more seconds. He knows you'll probably comfort him after the concert, in your own world under Chan's blankets but in that moment he just really needed you.

Taking a deep breath, he steps back and nods. "Thank you, Mnie." You smile softly, leaning forward and kissing his forehead before pulling back and deciding to give a fleeting kiss, just a quick one. It was already risky as it is being so close to the open stage while holding each other the way you were. "Always, Channie."

You step back, letting him go and taking his hand while pulling your mic out of your pocket and walking back on stage while putting in your in-ear. What felt like an eternity was surprisingly only a few minutes as your next line came up for Social Path.

You stayed on the main stage with Chan for the rest of the song, holding his hand and squeezing occasionally until he squeezed back and pulled away. You look at him, double checking he was okay and you smile when he sent you a gentle smile and a nod, back to acting casual and like a member instead of a partner as he reached up and ruffled your hair.

Giggling and pulling back before Hyunjin is wrapping himself around you, you know Chan will be just fine.

He has Stay and he has the boys.

But most importantly he has you.

Always and forever.

[starrihan]

Can I request bad boy x girly girl reader? With boynextdoor!! Maybe headcannons for each member but whatever you like!! but with every member if possible hehe^^ I love ur writing so much so i decided that ill also request smth hehe :)

→ Pairing: badboys! bnd x girly girl! reader

→ Plot: how badboy! bnd would act with/ around their girly girl partner

→ Genre: fluff, very slightly suggestive in riwoo's

→ Warnings: mentions of fighting

→ Word Count: 1,283 (each member's part ~175-260 words)

→ Notes: Awww anonnie of course you can!!! Thank you so much 😩🥹🫶🏽it's the highest compliment to me when someone says they request because they love my writing! I apologize that this took so long for me to get to but I hope you enjoy my thoughts! Bad boynextdoor gives me the tingles in the best way possible like I love the bad boy concept!!

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Sungho:

He didn't widen his shoulders for nothing. He had to make sure that he was bigger than anyone you'd encounter on a normal day, working out and getting bigger to assert his dominance, but not over you, over other people who might try to get with you.

He had more of a bad boy look than a bad boy act. He would pay close attention to you always, making sure you had everything you needed at all times. He loved your enthusiasm about everything, how happy and bubbly you were always. He loved helping you pick out your outfits, mesmerized by all the colors.

And you loved dressing him up. He didn't care for the colors, but you know you could put him in just about anything and he wouldn't oppose because its you. So instead, you find clothes that match his aesthetic, but your style, finding grungy crop tops to style him in, letting him show off his pretty waist. He doesn't mind it though, he was still intimidating even in a crop top.

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Riwoo:

His short hair and silver earrings give the illusion that he's a bad boy, and don't get him wrong, he is. Throwing rocks at your window late at night and helping you sneak out of the house, knowing that your parents don't approve of your relationship. But he loves you because you don't care about that, all you want is him. So he loves to joke and tease you for it.

He'd get you in his car, hand gripping your thigh and watching your face burn as he tells you how you're just as bad as him, sneaking out and going against your parents even though you swear you're a good girl. A big fan of the 'shut up, make me' concept and constantly uses it when teasing you.

He also loves letting you do his nails for him. Doesn't care that he's fully clad in a leather jacket and black cargoes, rocking pastel pink and white nails with little cute designs on them. Whose gonna say anything to him? He might be short but he has the ability to knock somebody out if they dare insult your work, especially if you're out with him.

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Jaehyun:

A fierce leader with the credentials to back it up. He's been in multiple fights, but he's never lost. And there's a good reason why; you. Swears he would protect you with his entire life. Your cute aesthetic makes you an easy target for sleezy guys that have nothing better to do than hit on an innocent woman.

So here he is, cracking his knuckles and pummeling the guy at the bar for trying to flirt with you. And you just cheer him on like his own personal cheerleader, telling him to 'get 'em, baby!' and everyone around you is confused because you look so innocent in your cute little red frilly dress. The bows in your hair leaving everyone none the wiser.

You can guarantee that his hand is always around your waist in your back pocket. He's not one for subtleties, everyone will know about your relationship weather they want to or not. Everyone always questions how you, the cute and innocent girly girl are with him, the bad boy that loves getting into fights. They always ask if he's forcing you to be with him, but you just grab him by the collar, kissing him first to shut them up.

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Taesan:

Literal definition of grumpy x sunshine. Fashion icon! Loves the fact that you have two completely contrasting aesthetics that oddly work so well together? His silver chains and black earrings with your cutie pastel accessories, like a rainbow during a storm.

He's a possessive little cat that has to show everyone you're his by marking all of your stuff basically, but its okay because you're the same way. Like your phone case is a cute pastel pink but he puts black and silver lined star stickers on it, just like how you have his bag decked out in colorful, decorative pins.

Highly protective over you as well. Doesn't like when other people look at you but he can't really control that so he opts to always have some sort of contact with you. Holding your hand, an arm around your shoulder, anything to make sure people know that you're together. He will always shoot people dirty looks, not afraid to get into it if he needs to. And you know he will too, trying your best to tide his anger whenever he gets worked up. But you gotta admit, he’s very hot when he’s mad.

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Leehan:

He's so aloof, people often wonder how he, the true nonchalant bad boy, was able to get with you, the hyperenergetic cute girl. He was known for hanging out the bad kids, driving motorcycles around the city at night and causing trouble wherever he could. But that's what attracted you to him in the first place. And he's found you cute the second you walked into lecture the first day of class, light blue top, black skirt and the white ribbon tying your hair up in a half-up-half-down style catching his eye immediately.

He didn't expect you to come up to him first, but he appreciated it. He wasn't a man of many words, quietly going about his day. His long blonde hair was quiet the contrast against his black biker jacket, the silver rings and hoop earrings lining his ears defining his style. But he always work a bright pink ribbon around his wrist, courtesy of you. He loved when you essentially claimed him, tying ribbons on his bag and even tying a bracelet with an array of different colored beads and stars, along with the letters of your name, to his phone case.

He wasn't afraid to show them off, and you as well, always making it a conscious effort to wait for you outside of your classes, even leaving his early if your schedules conflict. He couldn't stand to be away from you, needing his little colorful ball of energy by his side at all times.

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Woonhak:

Really tall and surprisingly strong, no one put it past themselves that Woonhak seemed like a bad boy, and he was. He often hung around the other bad boys on campus, constantly skipping classes and making life hard for his advisors (he's only there because he has to be). But when he's put to be tutored by you, the bubbly cute girl that always has new bag charms with her, he can't help but feel a little more than disdain for you. The way you smile and are completely unfazed by him and his lack of personality. He's intrigued.

And he's equally, if not more, surprised when you say yes to his confession. From that point on, he promises to do better with you by his side. You know its hard for him to break his bad habits, but you're patient with him, always rewarding him in kisses when he does well. But don't be fooled, he still gets into arguments and fights every now and again, but it's only because the other person mentioned you, how you're being dragged down because of him. And he can't help the way his fist nearly flies into the person's face, only stopping because you caught his arm.

You're the only person that can calm him down, knowing he could never argue with you. But you wouldn't have it any other way. Besides, this is the Woonhak you fell for after all. All you could do was help him whenever he needed. Plus, he was very attractive when he was fighting for you.

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Idk why I associated bad boy with emo for most of these but you get the point (i love emo style btw i dont think it means that people are bad but you get what i mean right? like all black and silver chains can be intimidating sometimes please its only for the scenario)

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[mikedfaist]

hiii lov, can u do mike w a pregnant reader please?🥹

i don't know how this happened but jesus took the wheel on this one. you can probably find the exact point where i had to tell myself to stop and just get to the fucking point of this ask

It was his mom that first had suspicion, having watched you nearly purge your lunch from simply the smell of French onion soup, though she remained reticent of her reservation. So, it became of no surprise to her when she calls her son one afternoon, only to find he’s meandering up and down the aisles of a CVS, in search of some Dramamine to help combat your nausea.

“I think it’s some stomach bug… All she does is sleep and throw up.”

“How long has this been going on for?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. A couple days? It’s worse when she first wakes up but it’s kind of up and down throughout the day.”

“You must have a good immune system if you haven’t caught this bug.” He doesn’t coherently reply, but she can hear him hum in response. “Well, let me know if she needs anything. See if she will try some peppermint tea to help with the nausea.”

She isn’t one to meddle; she’ll let her son figure this one out on his own.

It was on that third morning, for the third time, you found yourself sprawled on the bathroom floor, seeking the frigid linoleum with welcoming arms. You focus your thoughts on the sound of the ceiling fan in your bedroom whirring above, and the light snores coming from your partner, who is lucky not to have had his sleep rudely disrupted.

You think the worst has passed you, but any sudden movements could send you right back into a spiral. You close your eyes and pace your breathing, concentrating on the whirring, when you feel a shift and the bathroom door lightly knocks against your feet.

“Babe?” His voice is deep with sleep, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him peek from the sliver of space in the doorway. “Happening again?”

You murmur an acknowledgement, bringing your knees up to your chest to allow him full entry. He doesn’t say anything this time, not when the days before he’s met with a sharp remark, teeth clenching around unwavering nausea on the brink of collapse.

He shuffles in behind you, knees cracking as he bends down to join you on the floor.

“I need you to do me a favor,” you begin, “and I don’t want to talk about it… Just need you to do it without questions.” He’s staring at you, brows furrowing. “I need you to get me a pregnancy test.”

“You don’t really think—”

“What did I just say?” You bit back, and he instantly retreated. You felt him shift behind you, leaning forward to find your hand and give you a supportive squeeze.

“I’ll be back.”

When he returns, you have finally managed to return to the confines of your bed. He held the plastic bag in his hand, unsure where to put it; passing a glance to you as he met you on your side.

“Do you want to now, or…?”

The anxiety would eat you alive if you chose to wait another second without answers. You sat up, took the bag from his hand, and sauntered back into the bathroom. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, toying with the frayed ends of your blanket. He hasn’t really had time to process what could possibly be this life-altering news. You two had thought children were still a couple years out, though the idea thrilled him to a degree. He could always slow down his career if it meant he’d become a father in some 8 months.

He always imagined the spare bedroom as a nursery. He thought about what color they’d paint it, and if he’d take the risk and build a crib by hand. Who would the baby most resemble? What color hair and eyes? Would it have heterochromia like he did? Probably not.

He’s forced out of his thoughts when the bathroom door opens, and you return to him with the test in your hand.

“It says wait 90 seconds, but I haven’t been counting.” You look down at the test and tap it against your palm. “False positives and negatives can happen, so there’s another test in the box to take later to be sure.”

“What do you want?”

“What do you want?”

“I want whatever you want.”

“Mike, I don’t…fuck, I don’t do well under pressure.” You tighten your grip around the test to withhold the urge to hurl it across the room.

“Give it to me.” He reaches his hand out, but you hesitate. “It has to of been 90 seconds by now.”

“If I look then it’s real.”

“Babe, it’s real whether we look or not…and maybe you’re not. But if you are, I am here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

And that was the beginning. After a positive test that left you in a mess on the bedroom floor, and a second one later that evening – and ultimately a third one from a doctor – you two were moving onto this new chapter in your lives together, whether you were ready or not. It took a couple days to let that shock wear off, but once it did, you found yourself ordering pregnancy books online, and scrolling forums, and even looking at maternity clothes that you weren’t even ready for yet.

As for Mike, he was quick to understand pregnancy was not going to be an easy feat for you. The morning sickness persisted, and it led him to research online for some medicines that might ease that burden on you. Peppermint tea just wasn’t cutting it. He would also read the pregnancy books you got, because he couldn’t quite grasp the idea that your organs will just casually move out of the way as the baby grows.

“I don’t get it—where are they moving to? How is there room?”

“There just is…I don’t know.”

The cravings are what took him by storm. You’d wake up in the middle of the night to make pancakes, or a quesadilla, or brownies solely for the batter. If you didn’t have what you were desiring the most, you best believe you’re waking him up, ridden with guilt, because you can’t sleep because all you can think about is a Red Baron pizza.

You have an app on your phone that tracks the size of the baby, and compares it to fruit, so every month, the two of you go to the store to get the fruit that is subsequently your baby.

“Is it weird we’re going to eat it?”

“Just don’t think about it…”

He’ll hold the fruit in his hand and be completely mesmerized. His child is actually the size of a mango?

And you best believe he cried hearing the heartbeat on the ultrasound for the first time, and don’t get me started on when he got to see his little bean for the first time, who was merely just a grey blob on the screen.

He’s obsessed with your growing bump. Always wanting to touch it, lay next to it, feel the little kicks from the inside. Countless nights he has fallen asleep beside it. He keeps all the sonogram photos in his wallet, and some on his bedside table. He’ll show them to anyone who dares to ask.

“The size of a mango. Can you believe that?”

You’ll model for him your new maternity dresses that have been in your shopping cart for months. (He loves it all). He’s there for the foot massages when your feet begin to swell. The back rubs when your bump has grown large enough to cause discomfort. The minute panic attacks when your Braxton Hicks contractions hit in the middle of the night. (He was prepared for this one though, thanks to your pregnancy books).

There are hundreds of photos of you on his camera of your growing bump. He alone could fill a scrapbook to completion. Ones of you at farmers market stalls, or walking around the neighborhood, sorting through all of the baby clothes you bought, deeply contemplating the nursery color in the paint section.

He remembers how scared you were in the beginning, but the two of you have really become a proper family.

[skiiyoomin]

ʚCont: none, just tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral

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a/n this is just a short little drabble i made cause Kiri has been on my mind all morning thanks to the most adorable fanart i saw 🥹

If anybody asked Kirishima what one of his favorite moments with you is, he´d say it´s the little domestic routine the both of you created.

It didn´t take much to convince him that splashing water on his face and spraying 10 kilos of Axe deodorant wasn´t an actual skincare routine. Then again, he always gives in to you and to him your word is the law. If his pretty partner said he needed a real skincare routine, then that´s what he needed, no questions asked. But...what does he even have to do? He has no clue what each product is for, what order it goes in, he´s watched you do this millions of times, why can´t he remember? is-

"Baby, sit down please"

Your honey sweet voice snapped him out of his stupor, and obediently as always, he sat down on the vanity chair. His eyes were wide open and following your every move as you grabbed the countless bottles of god knows what. Whatever nerves he felt immediately eased away when you turned to him with that giddy smile on your face he loved so much. Oh how down bad he was for you.

You placed a beauty band on his head, pushing back his red hair that you loved running your hands through, though he´s sure he loved it more than you did. His eyes fluttered close when you began applying the products, your hands patting his skin gently.

He felt the liquidy coolness of the serums, and the hydrating feeling of the lotions and creams. He lost track of time, had it been 10 minutes? 5 minutes? Well, either way, he didn´t want that moment to end. The feeling of your soft hands touching his face in the softest manners made him feel like he could drop fast asleep right then and there.

The sound of your giggle made his eyes open once more, a sweet smile tugging at his lips. "What´s so funny sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hands on your waist and instinctively pulling you close.

You giggle once more, your own hands finding purchase on his jaw and tilting his head up. He looked up at you like you were his whole world, and you couldn´t help but feel your heart swelling with adoration for him. Your body answered before your mind could even think as your head tilting down to kiss his soft lips. He was always fully convinced your lips were an addiction, because when you began to pull away, he quickly leaned up chasing after your lips. A few more pecks afterwards, you fully pulled away and smiled down at him with the softest look in your eyes.

"I just think you´re cute"

Is it normal to feel so giddy inside? Well, he doesn´t really care.

"Me? Cute? You got that wrong, you´re the cute one"

He says teasingly whilst tickling your sides. You squeal and try to pull away from his touch, but alas, all those hours at the gym weren´t for nothing. The joyous sound of your laugh made Kirishima feel like he was in heaven, a laugh errupting from his own throat.

"No! You´re cute!"

You scream out between laughs and squeals. His strong arms engulf around you and pick you up with ease, carrying you over his shoulder. He spins around until you screech. "Put me down put me down!"

He gently sets you back down on your feet and cackles at the way your air looked like it went through a tornado and the way your cheeks were flushed. He leans down to press kiss after to kiss to the soft skin of your face, murmuring in between "You gonna admit you´re cuter? Or you wanna be a sack of potatoes again"

You giggle at the ticklish feeling of his skin on yours. And as prideful as you were, you in fact did not want to be slinged around like that again. "Fine fine"

"Good" He says, pulling away and giving you some space. Wrong move, because in that small space, you quickly ran off while waving your crossed fingers around "I lied!"

It didn´t take long for him to snap out of it and quickly chase after you. Oh you were so going to pay for that.

Yup, these were definetly his favorite moments with you.

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love letters; with love from... — cl.16 (part 2/2)

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

word count: >1000

warnings: some brief mentions of angst but nothing to heavy, they're so in love your honor, bad screenshots??

tysm for all the love for part 1! i never expected it to do as well as it did. hopefully you all love part 2 just as much! happy reading! love mimi 🤍

love letters; dear (part 1)

taglist: @arieslost @d3kstar @minkyungseokie @evie-119 @sltwins @maplesyrupsainz @charlesgirl16 @jaydaaasworld @rhythmstars @ravisinghs-wife @itsjustkhaos

You exhaled shakily as your eyes scanned the caption you'd drafted in your notes app. You didn't even tear your eyes away from the screen as Charles slumped down onto the couch next to you. "Everything okay mon amour?" You swallowed and nodded, offering your phone to him so he could read the caption. He was silent for a minute before he turned to look at you, tears in his eyes, "I am so so proud of you." You smiled, feeling yourself getting emotional, sniffling a little as he pulled you into him. You led there with him just enjoying the quiet comfort he provided before he spoke once more, "When are you going to post it?" You giggled and sat up, Charles following suit, "Are you gonna just drop it on instagram with no warning again?" You winked at him before unlocking your phone and typing out the post. Once you'd proofread it you hit 'post', immediately locking your phone and turning your notifications off as they already started pouring in. Charles gaped at you for a moment before scrabbling to find his phone, not struggling to locate it as it buzzed and vibrated constantly with new notifications, "You could have given me time to prepare!"

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y/nsworld

Liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris and 25,942,833 y/nsworld here we are, a year later and another surprise for you beautiful people! 'all the things I love to tell you' is out now on streaming platforms everywhere! oh wow, how exciting it is to finally be able to tell you guys about this 🥹 this album is the second half to my healing journey and it's full of love and light and hope for the future. a huge thank you to my company and management for giving me the freedom to release my music in the way I felt I needed to. thank you to my friends for listening to these songs in the car at 3am and crying with me when we realise just how far we've come, for putting up with me stealing their napkins at dinner to write lyrics and for once again holding my hand until I felt ready to take a step on my own. as always, thank you to my incredible fans who inspire me to keep writing and whom without NONE of this would be possible. and finally to my love, charles, thank you for being my muse, my biggest encourager, my musical partner and my rock through the past year. this album is about you, for you and was made with you. thank you for letting me call you the love of my life every day. you're all I need until forever falls apart can't wait to see you all on tour soon! love y/n 🤍

View all 45,730 comments y.nmusic I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN WAIT WHAT? ⤷ ynloverrr ISTG SHE CAN'T KEEP DROPPING ALBUMS ON US LIKE THIS

y/nupdates I'm gonna need someone to dissect everything about this post in a twitter thread 😭

taylorswift I'm so proud of you for this album 💜 can't wait to come and watch you on tour! Comment liked by y/nsworld

sabrinacarpenter I will let you steal my napkins anytime if it means I get songs like pancakes for dinner 😭🫶🏼 Comment liked by y/nsworld

francisca.cgomes I need to breakup with pierre just to experience falling in love with him again with this album Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld babe i love you sm 😭 ⤷ francisca.cgomes baby? i love you more ⤷ pierregasly you're literally MY girlfriend? ⤷ y/nsworld but she's MY wife Comment liked by francisca.cgomes

yncharles oh to be a fly on the wall when lando, lily and alex heard these songs for the first time 😭🥹 ⤷ y/nsworld coming to tikotok and insta reels soon my love 🫶🏼 ⤷ yncharles OMG OMG SHE REPLIED SKSKDKDFKJ ⤷ alex_albon pls don't use the clip of me sobbing over 'that part' Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld too late bestie 😄 ⤷ lilymhe I am still not over and will never get over "you might not like her" Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld I will never be over the hug you gave me when I finished playing it to you for the first time

charles_leclerc mon amour, it was an honor to be involved in your music journey and I am so thankful for every day I get to share with you. darling I'd wait for you til forever falls apart 🤍 Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ chachacharles THEY'RE MY ROMAN EMPIRE 😭 ⤷ charlesfann pls tell me someone else noticed charles credited as songwriter on 'til forever falls apart' 😭

ynmylove LETS 👏 TALK 👏 ABOUT 👏 HOW CHARLES AND Y/N USED SONG TITLES IN THEIR COMMENTS TO EACH OTHER 😭 ⤷ charlesandcarlos try not to cry challenge FAILED

on twt:

y/n's q+a on ig:

charles_leclerc

Liked by y/nsworld, maxverstappen1 and 12,942,833 charles_leclerc my incredibly talented girlfriend's album is out now! I am beyond proud to be able to say that she trusted me to help her not only record some of the songs but write them too. I didn't know I was much of a songwriter but looking into your eyes suddenly turned me into a poet ma belle.

everyday you inspire me with your creativity, your passion, your energy and your love for those around you. I could write you a million love songs and there would still be things left to say. you're all I need now until forever falls apart. j'taime mon amour ❤️ (if you haven't heard the album yet make sure you go and listen now!)

View all 45,730 comments y/nsworld I love you more than any love song could ever express. my muse, my love, my life 🤍 Comment liked by charles_leclerc ⤷ ynloverrr OH MY GOD?! I'M SO VIOLENTLY UNWELL OH GOD ⤷ ferrar1 'looking into your eyes suddenly turned me into a poet'

y/nandcharles THEY ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE

sabrinacarpenter This album is literally on repeat! I cried the first time I heard 'you might not like her' and every time since

charlesforwdc can we all please just appreciate the STUNNING piano in 'so this is love' Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld we were literally just messing about in the studio and decided we liked it enough for the album! ⤷ y/nvocals the fact they were both "messing about" and sound THIS GOOD IS INSANE

maxverstappen1 congrats mate! you nailed this project!

landonorris from sliding into the dm's to collaborating on an album is CRAZY ⤷ y/nsworld LANDO 😭😭 ⤷ f1fannn exCUSE ME? sliding what?! ⤷ charleswifey charles sliding in her dm's is crazy but understandable 😭 ⤷ charles_leclerc try the other way around... 👨‍🦯 ⤷ y/nsworld BABY! 😭

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jondami hc / au (adding to the Dr. Damian au)

So I've been listening to some of the song suggestions but the love me not by Ravyn Lenae song has been looping in my thoughts. I was thinking: while I hate the convoluted case of the volcano age up event but a way to keep it and smooth it over- keep the original age difference of 2-3 years, except the trip happens when Jon is 15 -> Jon is gone the whole summer, after everyone panicking and spending weeks trying to find him but to him, he's been stuck for 2 1/2 years. Damian has been going crazy especially, because thats his best friend & honestly it would be stellar if the timing of this concedes with the passing of Alfred, double whammy of two of his people are gone (supposedly)

Jon returns, now 17, and cue damian going into the fall season becoming as a college and both grappling their own griefs (Jon losing *two* years of his life. Damian grappling with the lost of Alfred and Jon, only to get Jon back). Damian taken time off from superheroing because losing his go-to partner and a grandfather figure too during his transition period of leaving the Robin mantle just... kinda made him freeze. He spent his summer, when not searching for Jon or mourning, throwing himself in volunteer work at a clinic-- discovering a new passion / distraction: working with people as Damian (Al Ghul) Wayne.

So anyways. Fall Semester. Jon always been bright, so its not that steep of an adjustment but he deciding on future and hanging around Damian as a result, bc his college campus is remote from the adults in their lives. Jon is also processing his feelings because previously he had this crush but now... it seems more possible. And this is where that song really inspires me? Jon trapped between being there as a friend, getting so many mixed signals (because Damian is starting to have feelings too but he's conflicted) and realizing that hm. Maybe this is #more?

And then its a slow burn. The two go through college, Damian speeding through to medical school, officially retiring from superheroing in his junior year. The two fight, forgive, date other people-- but theyre epitome "its hard to see you but I wish you were right here" yearners, so their relationships keeps failing. Jon picks up the Superman mantle as Clark begins his retirement transition. It's not until theyre in their mid 20s does their relationship takes off into the romantic.

Damian begins working at a clinic during his medical residency in an underprivileged area, becoming known in the area of his initiatives and quietly funding people's medical procedures who aren't covered by insurance. Jon visits often, and before long the two start rooming in the city -> oh my god they were roommates. Jon is doing his masters (i know people would say journalism but I was thinking Literature 🥹 with goals to be a college instructor in the future). Damian is the first confess and cue a much needed super kiss, lifting off the ground and all.

I have to flesh out more but 🙂‍↕️ these two would be the silliest will-they-wont-they, the kings of codependency even when they fight. Jon pouts like his mother but fusses about Damian and whether he eaten yet and maybe he should go pick up his favorite for lunch (but totally wont leave a nice little note and poem like he usually does >:(). Damian, when he's mad at Jon these days, is the master of silence treatment but... also he's doing little tasks that indicates he's still caring for him. Jon's suits are perfectly pressed. The kitchen is stocked with his favorite snacks. His papers and notes are neatly stacked, with the squeak in his chair fixed.

They both crack and apologize at the same time. Cue laughter and then a quiet "let's not do that again" 🙂‍↕️ they will argue again. They know they will. But in that moment, theres the relief of knowing the other wasnt actually mad and they missed each other SO much. This is during their slow burn era:)

!!?!! Anon if you ever write this I promise to give you one big fat kiss ugh! It's giving romcom and I'm seated 😤

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I struggle with chronic migraines, and I’m stuck at home with an awful one. I was wondering if you would mind writing something about Elrond taking care of a partner with a migraine? Thank you so much for sharing your writing. It’s absolutely incredible ❤️

I’m so sorry to hear that you’re struggling with a migraine right now. I hope you’re able to find some relief soon. Thank you for your kind words means so much 🥹❤️‍🔥 And enjoy my dear ❤️‍🩹🫶✨

Elrond suffers from chronic migraines from his insight so Elrond knows exactly what to do for you 💙🦋✨

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✶ Elrond’s Care for His Partner During a Migraine Though Elrond himself has witnessed many pains throughout his long life, he is all too familiar with the struggles of chronic migraines, having endured them occasionally in his own way. This makes him especially empathetic and attentive when it comes to caring for his beloved during one of their painful episodes.

✶ Understanding and Patience as Elrond knows that migraines are not just physical pain but often include sensitivity to light, sound, and touch. He is patient with you, understanding that words may not come easily, and he speaks in a soft, calming tone, offering you gentle reassurance. His presence is quiet, soothing, and always deeply aware of your needs. “Meleth nín, I understand the pain that clouds your mind. Rest now, and I will be here, silent as a shadow, until the storm has passed.”

✶ Dim Lighting and a Quiet Space Since Elrond is keenly aware of the sensory overload migraines cause, he would gently guide you to a room with soft, dim lighting or perhaps a quiet corner in Rivendell. The sun may be setting, and he’ll carefully draw the curtains, letting in only the faintest rays of twilight to ease the intensity. The soft flickering light of a few candles is all that is needed in the space he creates, ensuring there are no bright, harsh lights or distractions. He will lower his voice, allowing you a calm atmosphere where you can focus on rest.

✶ Tender Care as Elrond’s touch is always gentle and deliberate, especially when your migraine is at its worst. He would sit beside you on the bed, never forcing any contact, but simply offering the comfort of his presence. His hand might hover over your forehead, cool and soothing, or he might lightly massage the pressure points along your temples and the back of your neck to ease the tension. His magic as a healer extends here, his healing arts focused on calming and alleviating your discomfort. If you’re open to it, he may use an herbal balm or brew a calming tea made from elvish herbs to soothe your senses, gently guiding your hands to hold the cup as he watches with caring eyes. “Let the peace of Rivendell enter you, Meleth nín. Drink, for it will bring rest to your weary mind.”

✶ A Soft, Soothing Voice as Elrond knows that words can be both comforting and grounding. In the silence of the room, he might softly speak to you in low, melodic tones. He recalls stories from Middle-earth, especially from a time when he was younger and healing from his own physical struggles. These stories are quiet, designed to ease your thoughts away from the pain. Sometimes, his voice might even be a simple, tender reminder of your love and the future you share “There are many who walk under the stars, but none have seen them as we will, together, hand in hand.”

✶ Presence Over Action Even if you do not speak, Elrond respects your need for solitude. He would not leave your side, but instead remain quietly within reach. His calm presence fills the room, offering peace without words. When you’re ready for his touch again, he is there. If you need silence, he will give you that, just as you wish. The deep bond between you means he knows when to speak, when to wait, and when to let time work its magic.

✶ A Cool, Comforting Atmosphere If you are too warm, Elrond will gently arrange cool cloths on your forehead or your neck, feeling the temperature carefully to ensure it’s just right. He might open a window to allow a cool breeze from the river to drift in, and he always makes sure the air is fresh without any disturbances. His elvish senses are finely attuned to ensure the environment is precisely right for healing. “I will make this world quiet for you, love. Rest and let your body and mind find solace.”

✶ Gentle Reassurance and Tenderness His concern for you is woven into every action, and his deep care for your well-being will always show. If you need to talk, he listens, and if you need quiet, he knows the comfort of silence. He will not rush you, but instead offer space for you to heal in your own time. Elrond will often give small, unspoken gestures of affection, like brushing the hair from your face, kissing your brow softly, or even holding your hand, simply letting you feel the warmth of his presence. His every action is intended to provide comfort without overwhelming you.

✶ Mindful of His Own Struggles Though Elrond would never let his own discomfort distract him from your needs, he is aware of his own sensitivity to migraine-like pains. There are times when his heightened senses become overwhelming for him, too, and he understands the exhaustion that comes with migraines. This shared experience allows him to connect with you on an even deeper level. Perhaps he, too, will take a moment to rest beside you, closing his eyes for a while to simply experience peace with you.

✶ Elrond is not just a healer in the sense of curing physical ailments, but a master of emotional support. His gestures are deliberate, slow, and filled with love and concern, ensuring that you feel as safe and cared for as possible during this painful time. His patience, wisdom, and empathy make him the perfect companion in moments like these.

Elrond Caring for His Partner with Chronic Migraine.

Lord Elrond’s soft footsteps echoed faintly against the stone floor of Rivendell as he entered the room, his heart immediately heavy at the sight before him. You lay on the bed, your face contorted with pain. The migraine had returned, and this time, it felt as though it might never relent. He could see it in the way your body was curled tightly against the ache, your hands gripping the sheets as if trying to fight against an invisible force. He knew this pain all too well. He’d watched it claim you time and again, each bout more merciless than the last. The pressure building behind your eyes, the way every sound, every shift of light became a dagger piercing through the calm. It was familiar to him, almost a shared agony. He longed to take it away, but he knew that, like him, you had to weather the storm in your own way. His heart ached for you, the person he loved more than anything in Middle-earth.

The world felt distant, hazy at the edges, like you were trapped beneath a layer of fog. Your mind was at war with your body as the migraine pulsed relentlessly. The pressure behind your eyes was suffocating, a constant, throbbing reminder that you were powerless to escape. It felt like time had stopped, like the world was spinning around you, but you were caught in the stillness of your own pain. You couldn’t remember how long you had been like this, lost in the torment. The silence in the room was oppressive, but not unbearable—not with Elrond near. Gently, he knelt by your side, his hand reaching for your forehead. His fingers brushed against your cool skin, a soft touch that was meant to be a comfort more than anything else. The strands of hair that had fallen across your face were swept aside with tenderness. When you felt the familiar touch of his fingers brushing your forehead, it was like a small ripple in the storm. His presence was your anchor, the only thing that kept you from completely succumbing to the darkness inside your head.

“Peace, my love,” he murmured, his voice a gentle balm against the harshness of the world. His heart swelled with love for you, but it was accompanied by a deep frustration. He wished he could take all the pain away. But for now, all he could do was be here. As pulling you from the edge of your thoughts. It was low, soothing, and for a moment, the pain seemed to soften around the edges. You wanted to respond, wanted to tell him you were aware of him, that you appreciated his care, but even the effort of moving was beyond you. You tried to shift slightly, to turn toward him, but the movement only made the pain worse. The weight of the migraine pressed on you like a thousand stones, keeping you pinned to the bed. You couldn’t fight it, not now. But you didn’t need to. Elrond’s steady presence was enough. His touch, gentle and tender as always, was a steady reminder that you weren’t alone in this. You could feel him close to you—his warmth, his love—like a shield against the cold, hard reality of the pain you were enduring. His hands were so gentle as they brushed your hair from your face, and though you couldn’t manage more than a flicker of a response, the act itself was enough.

You barely stirred, your breathing shallow and slow. He could see the tightness in your brow, the way your lips pressed together as you fought against the agony. Elrond knew you had become accustomed to these moments of suffering—knew how much you hated to be a burden, hated to be seen in this vulnerable state. Yet, he would never see you as anything but the light of his life, and this was no burden. He had to remind you of that—remind himself too. He moved toward the window and drew the heavy curtains tighter, shutting out the daylight that pressed in, leaving only the soft flickering of candlelight to illuminate the room. The darkness wrapped around you both like a comforting blanket, and he felt your body relax a fraction as the room became softer, less harsh. When you heard the soft rustle of fabric, you realized that the light had changed, and the soft glow of candlelight filled the room. The sunlight that had made everything worse was now gone, replaced by the comforting shadows of the room. The change was subtle, but it was enough for you to breathe just a little easier.

When he returned to your side, Elrond hesitated for only a moment before lifting your hand in his, holding it gently in both of his. You hadn’t even noticed when Elrond had sat beside you. But now, his warmth enveloped you as he took your hand in his, his touch both a comfort and a promise. His warmth was a quiet reassurance that you weren’t facing this pain alone, that you never had to. His hand held yours with such tenderness that it almost made you want to weep. You didn’t have to fight this battle by yourself. He spoke quietly, though his heart ached at seeing you in such distress. “Would you like some water, or perhaps a cool cloth?” he asked, though he knew you were too tired to answer. Still, he needed to offer the option. He never wanted you to feel as though you were powerless, as if you didn’t have a choice. The sound of his heartbeat, steady and strong, began to drown out the pounding in your head. The warmth of his hand anchored you, and for a moment, the pain seemed almost bearable.

You couldn’t respond, your eyes barely open, the weight of the migraine too much to bear. He didn’t press. Instead, he simply stayed, his hand steady in yours, offering his presence. Your gaze flickered, and you managed a small, almost imperceptible movement, your fingers tightening around his just slightly. He was there, he realized, in the way you sought him without words. The gesture meant everything. Even in the depths of your pain, you still found strength to reach for him, to let him in. Elrond leaned closer, his thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly. It was the only way he could think to reassure you, to remind you that he was there. “Rest, my love,” he whispered softly, his words as much for himself as for you. “I am here. Let go of your worries.”

Your eyes fluttered closed again, and Elrond watched you for a long moment, tracing the curve of your jaw with the gentlest touch. He stayed by your side, not wanting to leave you even for a moment. He knew this pain, this battle, and though he could not take it from you, he could stand by you as you fought it. His love was a steady thing—constant, undemanding, and he hoped, a balm for your soul. Elrond sat beside you, his thumb brushing the back of your hand with a slow, steady rhythm. He could feel the change in your breathing—slower, more even—though the migraine had not yet passed. His love for you swelled in his chest, and with it came a quiet promise that he would stay with you, no matter how long it took. He knew how much this hurt you—not just the pain itself, but the vulnerability. The trust it took to let him see you like this, to let him care for you in this way. There had been a time when you would have hidden this suffering from him, when you would have tried to endure it alone. But now, here you were, resting beneath his touch, allowing him to shoulder some of the weight.

His heart swelled with love, and he allowed himself a moment of gratitude for you—your strength, your trust. His thumb moved over your hand once more, each stroke a silent vow. The migraine had not released its grip on you, the world still a blur behind the relentless throb of pain. Every breath felt too much, every sound like an assault, each faint light an invasion. You wanted to retreat, to escape the pounding in your skull, but all you could do was endure. And yet, even in this agony, you could feel Elrond beside you. His presence was a steady warmth, a quiet comfort that anchored you in the storm. You clung to it, even though the rest of your senses were lost to the pain.

You weren’t sure when Elrond had returned to your side, but you could feel his warmth beside you now. His hand hovered near your forehead, cool and gentle, like a whisper of peace against the fire that burned behind your eyes. The faintest pressure of his fingers, just a soft caress, sent a ripple of relief through the storm, as if his touch could tame the ferocity of the migraine, if only for a moment. His presence, steady and unyielding, was like a shelter—a safe harbor amidst the chaos. Elrond’s voice, soft and soothing, broke through the haze of your mind. “Let the peace of Rivendell enter you, meleth nín. Drink, for it will bring rest to your weary mind.” You felt him carefully lift your head, his movements gentle, as if you were the most fragile thing in all of Middle-earth. His hands were firm yet tender as they guided the teacup to your lips. The scent of the elvish herbs was calming, delicate like the first breath of spring. The warmth of the tea, mixed with the soothing aromas, wrapped around you, inviting you to surrender. Despite the weight of your pain, you felt an instinctive pull to trust him, to take whatever comfort he offered.

With the smallest movement, your fingers barely brushing his, you took the cup into your hands. Elrond’s eyes were on you as you sipped, his gaze filled with nothing but care and love. You could feel the coolness of the porcelain against your fingers, the warmth of the tea against your lips, and yet, it was Elrond’s quiet presence that truly calmed the storm inside you. “Thank you,” you whispered, though it was barely more than a breath. Your voice was hoarse, almost drowned out by the intensity of the migraine, but Elrond heard you nonetheless. His heart swelled at the simple expression of gratitude, a reminder that even in your deepest pain, you could still reach for him, still let him in. “You do not need to thank me, my love,” Elrond replied softly, his voice full of quiet tenderness. “I would do this a thousand times for you, if it meant easing your burden, even for a moment.”

His hands remained steady around yours as you drank, guiding the cup to your lips with a grace that seemed almost effortless. You could feel the magic of his healing flow through him, a quiet force that washed over you, coaxing the tension from your shoulders, loosening the tightness in your temples. The tea, cool and fragrant, slid down your throat like a balm, and the effects were immediate. The pain didn’t vanish completely, but it softened, as if the sharpness of the migraine had been dulled, made bearable once more. Elrond waited in silence, watching over you, his eyes never leaving your face. He could see the subtle changes in your expression—the slight loosening of the tension in your brow, the way your breath became just a little bit steadier. He remained by your side, sitting on the bed with you, his warmth radiating in the quiet space between you both.

When the cup was empty, he gently took it from your hands, his fingers brushing yours as he did. His touch lingered for a moment longer, a promise that he would stay beside you, through every storm. “Would you like more, meleth?” he asked softly, though he knew that sometimes, all you needed was his presence. Your gaze met his, and despite the pain still clinging to you, there was a flicker of something—perhaps gratitude, perhaps something deeper. “No,” you whispered, your voice coming back with a little more strength. “Just… stay with me.” Elrond’s heart fluttered at your words. Without hesitation, he moved closer, his hand resting lightly on the bed beside you, offering his presence without asking for anything in return. He knew, after all, that sometimes all you needed was for him to be there, steady and unwavering.

“Always, my love,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead with the gentlest of touches. “I will stay, for as long as you need me.” His hand moved slowly to the back of your neck, gently massaging the pressure points there, soothing the tension that had built up from hours of pain. His touch was light but deliberate, each movement meant to ease your suffering. You felt yourself relax into the softness of his hands, the sharp pain in your head still there but no longer consuming you. For a long time, neither of you spoke. There was no need. Elrond’s presence filled the room, steady and unyielding, and you let yourself drift into it. His quiet healing, his gentle touch, his words of love—they were all you needed in that moment.

The storm within you hadn’t passed, but with Elrond beside you, you knew that you could weather it. His love, his care, were the things that would carry you through. And with each passing moment, the pain seemed a little less unbearable, softened by the tenderness of his touch and the healing magic he wove around you like a protective veil. “Sleep, my heart,” Elrond whispered, his voice a quiet command. “Rest now. I am here, and I will not leave you.” And as you finally allowed yourself to drift off, the weight of the migraine still pressing but dulled by the balm of his presence, you knew—no matter the pain, no matter the struggle—he would always be there, watching over you, offering his love, his care, and his steady warmth.

[greg-montgomery]

any other world - part 1

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au

series masterlist

prologue

once again a huge thanks to this angel @criminalskies 🥹🫂🩷

(38)

“Haley, I said no.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to that name.” She smiled; Aaron assumed it wasn’t a genuine reaction, but more of an attempt to lighten up the mood.

This happened a lot. She’d say something that made him think of you, he’d have a reaction, and she’d pretend she didn’t notice. It broke his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“If you have a different name in mind I’m open to suggestions,” she added, taking his hands in hers.

He leaned in to kiss her. “Just any other name besides Jack. Please.”

“Okay.”

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(20)

“Aaron…” you whined, kicking one of the pillows that decorated your bed on the floor. “Be done with it already.”

“My exam is at 8 am. I won’t have any time to revise in the morning. Just give me thirty more minutes.”

“I can’t sleep without you.”

“I know. But if I come to your bed to study, I will not be studying,” he argued, since there was no need of you to say anything for him to get what you were insinuating.

“I’ll just lay my head on your chest. I promise I won’t even talk to you.”

“Fine,” he said, always unable to say no to you; even though your weight on him and your sweet scent would definitely make the letters on his papers start dancing.

But you kept your promise. You carefully laid on him, letting him wrap one of his arms around you. The only thing you did before closing your eyes was kissing the inside of his wrist, just like you did every night.

“Good night.”

“Good night, tulip,” he whispered and turned his attention back to his notes. He’d ace the test and then he’d get to hear the words ‘I’m so proud of you, baby!’ from your sweet lips. Then all the sleepless nights of studying would be worth it.

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(21)

That couldn’t be right. There was no way that was right.

H.B.

Aaron would never forget the heartbroken look on your face when you saw those letters. The way your excited smile faded into an expression that went straight through his heart and made it bleed.

He was desperate to comfort you, but how could he find the right words to say when his whole world was crumbling in front of his eyes too? Every single dream, every single plan for the future, every single promise had vanished into thin air.

“These are not my initials,” you said quietly. You were still holding his hand in yours, staring at the new mark on his skin.

“Baby…” he whispered, cupping your cheek.

“No, Aaron,” you said, your eyes slowly filling with tears, “These are not my initials.”

Aaron pulled you into his arms as you broke down crying. You were holding onto him with a strength he didn’t know you had. He rubbed your back, trying to clear up his own thoughts.

How could the girl in his arms not be his soulmate? His best friend, his lover, his partner in everything? You were his family.

“I don’t care,” he whispered in your ear. “I don’t care what the mark says. You’re my soulmate.”

“I’m not,” you sobbed, pulling back so you could sit face to face again.

“You are. You’re the love of my life.”

“Apparently I’m not though,” you raised your voice. He knew you weren’t angry at him, you were angry at life. “God, Aaron, what the fuck? How could we have been so wrong?”

“We haven’t been wrong. I’m not gonna let an unknown fucking force decide who I’m spending my life with. You’re the one I want and I’m staying with you.”

“That’s not how it goes.”

“That’s exactly how it goes.”

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, the way you always did to calm yourself down.

“Maybe we’re just meant to be friends.”

Aaron grabbed your jaw with his hand and pulled your face close to his, “Tell me when I was inside you earlier making you cry about how good you felt, did it feel like we were meant to be just friends?”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist and removed his hand from your face. “It doesn’t matter how I feel.”

“That’s actually all that matters to me.”

A deep sigh escaped your lips. “What are we going to do, Aaron?”

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, as long as we’re together.”

“This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.”

“I know, my tulip.”

“It’s unfair,” you added, like a kid whose toy was stolen by their sibling.

“I know. But I love you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Aaron was grateful you let him hold you when he pulled you into a warm embrace. But it was impossible to keep the thoughts from running into dark places. Like the clear skin on your own wrist which would be soon stained with initials that weren’t going to be his either.

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(21)

It felt like the mark on Haley’s wrist was mocking you.

A.H.

The two letters you had been craving all your life to have them written on your skin, were decorating her wrist instead.

Haley was beautiful, smart, popular. The perfect girl next door.

You and Aaron had met her in high school. She was staring in a school play he was forced to participate in because of a bet he’d lost. You got along with her pretty well, and so did Aaron.

Back then you weren’t worried over the way they both used to geek over Star Wars – which you simply couldn’t get into, no matter how hard Aaron had tried to make you love – during rehearsals. You weren’t worried when he’d invited her to his birthday party that year and you had noticed her eyes sparkle when he had played his favorite Beatles’ song.

Back then none of that mattered. Because back then, Aaron was your soulmate.

Yet you still couldn't hate Haley, because she was in pain too.

Her birthday only a month after Aaron’s had confirmed your suspicions that his soulmate was her. And you could relate to her heartbreak, when Aaron had to break the news to her. When he informed her that no matter what their wrists said, he was choosing you instead.

Neither of you truly had him, and in that way you understood her.

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(21)

“Here.” You placed the hot cup of coffee you’d made for Aaron, next to his book.

“Thank you, honey,” he said, reaching out his hand to touch your waist under your shirt. With that motion he pulled you close to him, so you were standing right in front of his chair.

He wrapped his arms around you and your own hands got lost between his hair. Aaron left a tiny kiss on your stomach and looked up at you. “I’m anxious.”

“You’re going to do great. You’ve been studying non-stop for days now.”

“I don’t feel like I’m doing enough,” he admitted.

“You’re always so hard on yourself.” Your thumb rubbed the short hair on his temples as you kissed the tip of his nose. The nose kiss was followed by a soft one on his lips, before you pulled away again. “You’re doing more than enough. And I’m so proud of you.”

His dimples made an appearance and your heart smiled at your success. “There’s my boy.”

“Shut up,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. You could just pinch his cheeks every time you made him shy.

“Do you want me to help? We can go through some questions together. I’ll ask, you’ll answer.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking through his notes. “Haley gave me-”

At the realization of saying her name, he paused.

“It’s okay, you can mention her around me, I’m not gonna break,” you said, hoping you successfully hid the fact that you were annoyed.

He cleared his throat and continued. “Her cousin took the same exams last year, so she gave me his notes. He has written down all the questions that were on the test.”

“Good then. Let’s get to work.”

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(45)

“Good night, buddy,” he whispered, leaving a sweet kiss on his son’s forehead. Jack usually replied with a ‘Good night, daddy,’ but he was already fast asleep.

As Aaron made his way to the living room in order to clear up the floor from his son’s toys, he heard a knock on his door.

He walked towards it as silently as he could, and looked through the peep hole; the fear of a possible intruder still poisoning his blood.

But the face he saw on the other side of the door took his breath away.

A face he hadn’t seen in years. A face he saw every night in his sleep.

He didn’t let a second more to pass before opening his door.

“Y/N?” he said in a breath.

Your eyes were red, and full of tears. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

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Hello lovely!!! I love ur writing style sm so I wanted to try out requesting 🥹🥹 Do you take requests or asks?? If you do,, then are you fine with family stuff?? 😭 Can I request headcannons for Vox and Val being girl dads? Like, Vox/Val and Reader's bio daughter!! Ik its impossible for sinners to reproduce HEIEJOWJAO ITS TUMBLR U CAN DO ANYTHING ‼️‼️😔 tysm!!<3

Aww! Thank you! You’re literally the sweetest.

Vox: 📺

You’re daughter will never want for a thing

She likes that toy? He buys ten varieties of it.

She wants a new Vpad? You bet your ass he’s on that.

She has all the clothes she could ask for

Don’t tell anyone but he’d play dress up and tea party with her

Vox overall is very protective of his daughter, one could say he’s overprotective.

No one’s allowed to say one bad thing about her

“What are you trying to say about my daughter?”

Cue glitches and static electricity in the air.

Constantly having her on watch

Cameras and trackers everywhere

A ton of bodyguards to make sure the paparazzi or some crazed fan don’t bother her

When it comes time for your daughter to start having a partner he won’t be very happy or respectful of them

“So you’re her partner then?” He’d look them up and down unimpressed

He’d ask a million questions to see if they’re worthy

They never would be, not to him

You’d have to calm him down a few times, because he may try and make the partner go “missing”

Mans is a villian after all

If he doesn’t find the person she’s dating to be satisfactory he’ll try and “save her the heartache”

The second she cries because of them they’re gone

Sadly he’s a very busy man so he doesn’t spend a lot of quality time with her or you

But he’s always watching

Even if he’s not present he knows how she did in the school play

He’ll make sure anyone who bothers her dissapears

Bullies or cat callers-they’re gone in within a day.

He already knows each of her grades

If she’s failing a subject a private tutor was already contacted

If she’s wanting to peruse a certain job he has tons of connections

He’s trying his best to not fail her in the only ways he knows how.

Money and power

Valentino: 🦋

Valentino, on the surface, is a very doting father

He’s always cooing over her saying how cute or pretty she is

“She’s just so cute, mi amor!”

Very physically affectionate. Hugs, cheek and forehead kisses, hand holds-all of it

This doesn’t stop as she gets older, he continues saying how cute she is and touching her

You’d have to convince him not to bring her to the studio because he’d always want her with him

He gives great fashion advice!

He even helps her learn about makeup

He buys her all the trendy and expensive clothes and makeup

He does love her truely

He tries very hard to be the father she needs

But hes not always able to control his temper

He gets very angry when she starts to fight back

They get into a lot of arguments in her teenage years

Because he keeps trying to control her (it’s what he knows how to do) and she’s trying to be her own person

When she brings a partner home he’s the type to do the scary dad speech

“If you hurt her, or make her cry, you’re done for. I’ll rip your head off.”

Very protective because he knows what goes on isn’t all innocent

“Bebe, if you close this door again, I’ll rip it off the hinges.”

The type to mean it too

He would absolutely beat the shit out of the partner who made her cry

They’d be unrecognizable

He’s also a very busy man so there are times you both don’t see him often

But worry not he’s always texting or FaceTiming you guys

If your daughters worried about school he’d ask Vox to help her out

He’s worried about other things

Like her street smarts. He needs to make sure she can hold her own in hell.

So he’ll train her to fight, to use knifes and guns

By the time she’s an adult she’d know how to kill and protect herself

He’d also make sure she can see through conmen and demons who only want her soul

Tbh your daughter would be a badass