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Crave, Part 3 (18+)

♡ Pairing: Romantic Demon!Hyunjin x Plus Size Human Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: supernatural au, demon au, age gap relationship typical in monster fucker fics, the porn with plot you've been waiting for is finally here!

♡ Word Count: 6.4k

♡ Summary: "The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain." - Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. In which Hyunjin, a demon from the nine circles of hell, finds himself impossibly infatuated with the very human he once set upon himself to destroy.

♡ Warnings: please read the previous parts before reading this installment <3, part 1, part 2, supernatural abilities, some possessiveness, references to hyunjin's true appearance as a demon, references to vampires and spiders, not much else for this part!

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): some wine drinking (neither reader or hyunjin are drunk), pet names (my love, lovely, baby, gendered language such as "silly girl"), scent stuff ?? (hyunjin has a heightened sense of smell as a demon so. yeah.) dom/sub dynamics, pleasure dom hyunjin (we cheered!), kink exploration and establishing limits + safe words, lots of kissing (per my standard), some nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), marking + biting + choking but make it Soft™, some crying, multiple orgasms, intended to be overall very romantic!

♡ Notes: here we go, the smut i'm sure most, if not all, of you have been waiting for <3 i usually keep body descriptions pretty neutral so anyone can enjoy but as a big girlie irl i wanted to be a lil self indulgent this time around, i hope those of you who don't fit this description don't mind :') happy reading!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Dating Hwang Hyunjin is like a fairytale you thought only existed in the imaginations of young girls that had not yet experienced the disappointment of reality. You imagined he'd be a perfect lover, but you truly hadn't anticipated just how accurate your interpretation of him would end up being.

He took you on more dates than you could count on your fingers- museums and exhibits, to restaurants you'd never find on your own with delicious menus, on picnics with the scenic views of the city, of nature, or the setting sun, staying until stars hung in the sky and your only illumination was the vibrant moon shining on just the two of you. You learned that he was a reader of classic literature, with an impressive knowledge of romantic poetry and novellas, often able to recite the most beautiful lines you'd ever heard straight from his own memory.

When he took you to museums, you learned more from Hyunjin himself than the tour guide, and truly it seemed like he was an encyclopedia for all things creative, classic, and romantic in nature. He was multilingual, which you knew from his resume, but to actually hear him recite something in latin with ease was something else entirely; it was if it came naturally to him, like it wasn't technically a dead language, and you almost couldn't believe it was just an extra class he took in college for fun.

He endlessly impressed you- with his beauty, his intelligence, his attentiveness, his.. everything, really. And he never let you feel inferior to him, always assured you how happy he was that you were his girlfriend beyond just taking you out on dates throughout the city. He bought you many, many gifts- clothes that always fit you perfectly that not only suited your tastes but that he thought you'd look beautiful in. Sweet treats, often your favorites but other times just slightly outside your usual comfort zone, just enough to get you to try something new to fall in love with the taste of.

Stuffed teddy bears or other cute animals meant to remind you of him, jewelry that was sometimes dainty and meant to be office appropriate (in which he'd have the brightest smile seeing you come into work wearing it) and other times lavish, extravagant pieces that somehow were always stunning without being tacky or garish. If he brought you a necklace or bracelet before a date, he'd help you put it on, smiling when it fit you perfectly and complimented your skin tone, always touching you softly and showering you with compliments.

And while acts of service were clearly a huge love language of his, it wasn't like Hyunjin just showered you with gifts and fun dates and expected that to be enough (which would be valid if it was enough for some people, but you want more than that! You value emotional connection!) He always made time for you outside of the office or promised dates, coming to your apartment anytime you asked just to spend time with you.

He always listened to you so attentively, genuinely interested in things you liked, and listened to your input when it came to what to do for you next date. He listened to your thoughts and ideas, let you vent if you were having a hard day, hugged you sweetly if you needed reassurance or were feeling stressed. He'd spend hours on the couch with you watching movies if that's what you wanted to do that day, and he always paid undivided attention to you or what you were doing together, never pulling out his phone or mentally checking out even once.

Everyday with Hyunjin feels like it's Valentine's Day- and honestly you can't even imagine what he'll do when an actual romantic holiday or your anniversary rolls around when he's already so perfect to you. Even months into your relationship he still holds open doors for you, still carries anything that at all seems slightly heavy, still dotes on you as if he still has to prove he's a gentleman (when you clearly already know he is.)

You honestly can't express enough how perfect Hyunjin is, and how much you appreciate the relationship you now have, but.. well, if you're being honest there is one problem. Nothing major, of course, just.. You think you're going to explode if he doesn't fuck you soon, or at least touch you somewhere less than polite.

The first time he kissed you, after your third date and you were certain things were going well, you felt those infamous sparks other people talk about- like every cell in your body was gunpowder and it had just been ignited. You became addicted to kissing him after that, always seeking out his plush, soft and perfect lips, even if it was just for a quick peck to satiate you until later.

You made out for the first time just under a month ago, and that spark turned into a full on blaze, hot and raging and dangerously close to burning out of control. You wanted him so bad, more than you ever imagined you'd want someone; it was almost sad to say your past relationships and attractions paled in comparison to how Hyunjin ignited your deeply hidden passionate side.

Still, Hyunjin hadn't touched you intimately yet, and while you suspected it's because he's a gentleman waiting for the right sign or explicit, worded permission, you were going crazy inside. You don't know if you even have it in you to make the first move, truthfully; you feel almost.. intimidated? Whenever you think about it, your mind always travels to how effortless and beautiful he is, and despite how much he shows you that he wants you as his girlfriend, you are admittedly still struggling with thoughts of your own desirability.

It almost makes you feel ashamed despite how natural a feeling it is. You know you should be confident, but it's not something that just comes to you just because you know objectively you're worthy; knowing it and feeling it are different things entirely. You wish you could just pull it together with a snap of your fingers; like c'mon Y/N, you're a beautiful woman who holds an impressive leadership position, who graduated with high honors and has more than enough to show for it! Why wouldn't Hyunjin want you? You're a catch!

You sigh, setting down the knife you were using to cut the veggies for tonight's dinner with Hyunjin, closing your eyes to collect yourself for a moment. Isn't it a bit pathetic for you to be reduced to insecurity over past rejections and unrequited love when what you have now is such a fairytale? You wish it'd just go away, so you can tell Hyunjin to fuck you until you're dumb and have no thoughts left in your stupid head but his cock filling you up, but-

You jump slightly when you feel Hyunjin's arms wrap around you from behind, and he chuckles a bit, apologizing for startling you; you were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn't even notice him rise from the sofa when he heard you sigh and put down the knife. "What's bothering you, my love?" he asks, his chest pressing firmly against your back as he kisses the top of your head, "You seem so tense tonight.. Is dinner giving you a hard time?"

Your heart always picks up when he uses that affectionate term for you; you're not sure if your relationship could already be classified as "love" when you've only been together a few months, but you love the way it sounds falling from his lips all the same. "No, it's not that.." you frown a bit, not melting into his embrace the way you usually do.

"Feeling stressed out again?" he inquired next, his hands moving up to your shoulders to feel for any tension and massage it away if it exists. You hum in confirmation, finally melting against his body when his hands rub soothing circles in your tender skin, just deep enough to relieve some of the built up tension without leaving you sore and achy. "Stressed, and.." you pause a moment, biting your lip as you consider if you'll really continue and admit what it is you really need.

"And?" Hyunjin's voice comes out in a soft question, clearly wanting to know what it is you want to say but with no intention to force it out of you. "S-Stressed, and.. frustrated." you finally acquiesce after a short-lived internal fight with your nerves. You're not even entirely sure he'll get the implication behind you saying it in the way you did, if he'll recognize your need for a physical touch beyond what you've felt with him so far but you hope he does, because you're not sure you're capable of just coming straight out and saying "please fuck me before I lose my mind."

Hyunjin is the next one to hum, his tone relaying understanding. Goosebumps erupt on your skin when he leans his head down to kiss your shoulder and neck, his hands traveling from your shoulder to rub down your arms. "Why don't I finish dinner, hmm? Have you relax in the bath while I take care of everything," his voice is soft, almost a whisper, his hands finding your waist and rubbing carefully over the area before moving down to your hips.

"It'll be finished by the time you're done, we'll have a little wine," he continues, his lips now touching the shell of your ear, his voice directly in your ear, "And after that.. I'll take care of you. In any way you want me to." A kiss pressed to your skin, a shiver running down your spine as you suck in a breath- he definitely got the message. His right hand reaches up to your face, fingers finding their place on your left cheek, guiding you to twist your face to meet his gaze from behind you.

He leans down to kiss you like this, one hand holding your face where he wants it and the other squeezing the meat of your hip. Hyunjin holds the kiss for several seconds, making sure it lingers and tingles on your skin when he pulls away, already expertly planting the seeds of desire and anticipation within your gut. "How's that sound, lovely?" he asks and you blink for a moment, your brain already feeling like it's going to melt out of your ears from how eager and desperate for more intimacy you are.

You nod, almost dumbly, and he smiles, planting a quick peck to your forehead before he helps you prepare for a bath. He runs the water hot, wanting warmth to linger for as long as you'll need it to once you're settled and used to the temperature, while you spend your time picking out what you'll wear afterwards. You swallow as you rummage through your drawers, possibilities seemingly endless.

You've never been in a situation like this- a situation where you knew with absolute certainty that you'd be getting your pussy wet by the end. Your sexual encounters were never preplanned, not even with your past boyfriends. It was always spur of the moment, especially since you were too college-then-career focused to spend time on dating apps looking for hookups. Honestly, it was kind of exhilarating; and suddenly you felt like you understood what the appeal of knowing you were going to get laid by the end of the night was.

And Hyunjin, well.. he promised himself he wouldn't fuck you until he was sure without a shadow of a doubt that you were head over heels in love with him and only him, because it was that kind of first time with you he was seeking. But that didn't mean he couldn't have fun with you in the meantime, did it? And how could he say no when he could literally fucking taste the desperation on you? He'd be a good boyfriend to you, and give you whatever he could within his limits, because you're his perfect girl and he'll always spoil you in any way he can.

After the tub is full, Hyunjin leaves the bathroom, smiling at you when he sees you standing in the hallway patiently, towel and a change of clothes in hand. "Take your time, lovely," he pecks your head again as he passes by, ready to tackle finishing dinner while you soak in the tub. You texted him instructions just in case before you left your bedroom with your clothes and towel, so you're confident that it'll turn out well without your guidance- and besides, Hyunjin cooks well anyways; you're sure it'd turn out delicious even if he didn't follow your instructions.

Your soak in the tub is spent entirely on thoughts of Hyunjin's hands and lips on your body, wondering what he'll do and how, and you wonder how much of the heat on your body is from the water and how much is from your own mental images of him between your legs. Thankfully, the water actually does manage to loosen up your tense muscles (despite your anticipation doing you no favors), and you do just as Hyunjin instructed; you take your time. Dinner won't be done any faster just because you hurry, after all, so why not soak and destress and indulge in your little fantasies?

You dry off thoroughly when you step out of the tub, pulling on your prettiest pair of white panties and a silky slip nightgown- a cream color with lace accents on the hems. You brought a cardigan too, just for warmth while you eat dinner, though you don't bother to button it up at all the way, leaving the upper most buttons undone so Hyunjin can have a clear view of your chest while you share dinner. It's a bit bold of you to purposely display your cleavage, but what's the harm in enticing him further? You know he wants you as his partner, but seeming him want you physically too would be everything.

The nightgown is just tight enough to hug your curves, and it also displays your stomach, but.. Well, Hyunjin isn't blind, you're certain he knows that the woman he's dating has a chubbier tummy than other women in the office. But he wanted you out of all of them, and he's spent so much time calling you beautiful and giving you the world, that you imagine he either likes bigger girls, or at the very least doesn't let weight dictate someone's appeal. So, you're not self conscious in the slightest- at least, not about that. You still have nerves, but you think that's natural when you're dating and plan to have sex with someone attractive enough to have people falling at his feet for a chance to be with him.

When you step out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, Hyunjin is just finishing plating the food and is pouring the wine into two glasses he pulled out from your cabinets, already familiar with where you typically keep them. "Feeling better?" he asks with a soft smile when he notices your presence, and you don't miss the way his eyes drop to your chest, a glint of something flashing in his eyes before he looks back to your face- desire for your body, you hope.

You sit across from each other at your dinner table, having the quietest dinner the two of you have ever shared- though the tension being built is far from uncomfortable. His eyes linger right where you wanted them to, tempting him, teasing him, and you're buzzing with anticipation, almost giddy whenever his eyes meet your again as he sips from his wine.

Your face is dusted pink all the way to your ears, but you'd blame it on the wine if he asked (though you suspect he'd know better than to believe that.) Hyunjin downs the last of his wine in one gulp when he's finished eating, and you do the same, wiping your mouth carefully with a napkin before you look at him again. He's standing now, gathering the dishes from the table and bringing them to the kitchen.

You follow, intending to help him wash and put them away, but he tuts at you, saying "Baby, you're supposed to be relaxing and letting me do the work! Go get comfortable and wait for me, hmm?" He instructs and you can't help but smile, doing as he instructs after you thank him, quickly making the trip to your bedroom.

However, the nerves hit you again once you're in your room, and you sit on the edge of your bed, fiddling with your hands as you think about what you should do next. Just lay down and get comfortable as you would if you were going to bed? Should you present yourself to him? Get into some enticing position he won't be able to resist? Stay right where you are now and let him lead you wherever he wants you?

You've never experienced so much build up before- you almost feel like the inexperienced girl you were in college again. God, you don't know what to do with yourself and you're definitely overthinking it- but you can't help it! Hyunjin is just so.. well, he's Hyunjin. And that alone is enough to send your nerves into overdrive as your mind races with the possibilities of what's to come.

You hear him chuckle softly when he's in the doorway, looking at you very clearly shy, twiddling your thumbs as you wait for him. It took everything in Hyunjin to not say "fuck this" over dinner and just take you on the table, the lust pouring off you enough to make him lose control if he was a lesser demon. And now, he can hear the thumping of your heart louder than ever, can smell the arousal pooling in your underwear even more clearly than he could over your meal.

"Silly girl," he says with a near grin as he steps fully inside your room, meeting you right where you are at the edge of the bed, "Why didn't you get comfortable? Sweet thing, you're nervous, aren't you?" He carefully nudges your legs so he can stand between them, and you swallow as you nod and look up at him, not sure how much more of the anticipation you can handle before you snap and just drag him to you in a fervor.

One of his hands comes to your cheek again, rubbing gentle, soothing circles with his thumb as he leans down to kiss you. He does it slowly, the combination of his soft lips and the taste of wine that still lingers on them making your stomach flip. It doesn't take long for him to introduce his tongue, in the same manner he always does- rubbing over your lips before pushing past them.

You're always left panting, lips stained red by the time he pulls away, and tonight his kisses leave you especially dizzy with need. "Take care of those buttons," he instructs in a near plea as his fingers ghost over your neck in their downward descent, "or I might just pop them off when I pull this off you." Your breath hitches, though you're not sure if it's more from the words or the feeling of his fingers lingering on your neck.

Hyunjin seems to notice that you like his fingers there, the way he notices everything when it comes to you, and he has to stop himself from smirking as he asks you about it. "My love- do you like being choked?" You almost groan in embarrassment, not expecting him to have already noticed and asked about it. How are you so fucking transparent to him already?

"I-I mean.. I'm curious. I've never done it, because.." Well, probably best you don't get into an ex-boyfriend talk right when you finally have the possibility of Hyunjin fucking you into next week right in the palm of your hands. "Uhm- it just never happened. But it looks nice. Really nice. I, uh- I think I'd like it," you say; certainly true, but without going into detail about how you always struggled to seem to trust your boyfriends enough to release control and let them do it.

It's natural that giving control to someone else is hard for you; you've always been very independent, and your career puts you in a position where you are leading others, always in control of everything. But you like the idea of giving control to someone else in the bedroom, letting them take the lead and decide on how you'll receive the pleasure you crave- the real problem lied with finding someone you trust enough to truly let go with.

You think you can trust Hyunjin- he's been so, so perfect since the day you met him. You firmly believe he sees you for who you are beyond your physical attributes, that he values you beyond the superficial, and that he'd never hurt you (unless you asked him to, of course.) Hyunjin naturally feels all this, can read every emotion that pours off of you- and the fact that you have trust that he'll treat you right positively elates him, knowing he’s one step closer to the love he craves so badly.

"We can try, see if you like it," he says, soft and careful, "and it doesn't have to be now. We can always wait until later." His fingers now rub over your neck purposefully, never wrapping around but simply familiarizing your skin with the feeling of them there. "Either way, we won't start with that. We need to build up to it first, don't you agree?" he asks and you hum with a nod- building up to it certainly sounds better than jumping straight into unfamiliar territory.

Carefully, and slowly, he lowers himself to his knees, still between your legs, now making it so he's the one looking up at you. "Even if we try it and you decide you don't like it, I'm so happy you trust me," he says before he kisses you once more, all his passion and affection behind the soft touch of his lips. "Do you already know what to do if you don't like it?"

You nod again, having become well familiarized with different safe words and systems you can put in place in your research on the topic when you first found out you might be into the rougher side of intimacy. Hyunjin tuts his time, displeased by the fact that you nodded instead of verbally answering him. "I need you to tell me what you know."

Despite the tone he used, his eyes are still soft, and you can tell he genuinely cares about your safety and comfort, aiding more in the trust you feel. "Sorry, I- I know what to do. Uh, traffic lights..?" you suggest, preferring that over coming up with a random safeword that you may not even remember if the time comes to use it. Hyunjin smiles again, telling you that's good before he kisses you again, making sure all your nerves melt away now that the key elements are established. This is supposed to be fun and enjoyable above all else- nothing else matters but that.

"Now, be a good girl and take care of those buttons like I asked you to, lovely," Hyunjin instructs in a gentle tone after he pulls away from your lips. With another shiver, you quickly do as you're told, fumbling with the buttons just slightly in your rush to get them all undone. You probably should've been more graceful about it- purposeful, maybe even sexy, but honestly you were acting before even fully considering how you'd appear.

With the buttons undone, Hyunjin pulls the cardigan down your shoulders, and you pull your arms out of the sleeves. You pay no attention to where it gets discarded, Hyunjin's lips back on your much too distracting to care about something so trivial. "Gonna take care of you now," he whispers against your lips, his fingers coming to bottom of your nightgown, where the hem squeezes against your parted thighs, "use your words if I do something you don't like."

You tell him you will, and he smiles again, rewarding you with one last sweet kiss to your lips before his lips trail your neck instead, his hands pushing your nightgown up your thighs until your thighs and panties are completely exposed. One thing Hyunjin is confident of from his time looking over your porn history, it's that you love biting- and while he's unsure if it's just a fantasy you have that has remained unfilled in reality, similar to choking, he's decided it's the first step he's going to take in gently finding your limit and what boundaries you want to set between fantasy and reality.

Carefully, after his kisses to your skin have become familiar, he presses his teeth to the sensitive skin, and you gasp before he even has the chance to actually bite down. To Hyunjin's absolute delight, you tilt your head to the side to expose more of your neck to him, giving him all the permission he needs to sink his teeth into your soft, unmarred skin. You let out an involuntary squeak at first, the unfamiliar sensation sending a pool of heat to your gut- the act always seemed so hot, and now you knew for sure you loved it.

It wasn't just the physical feeling of it you loved though- you loved the idea of your lover's marks remaining on your skin for days, leaving behind evidence that someone touched your body and brought you bliss. And while you'd certainly cover the marks with makeup for work, the knowledge that you and Hyunjin would share, that they are there just below the surface your concealer has created, would be so fun and exciting.

His hands leave your thighs, finding the straps of your nightgown and pulling them down, until your breasts are exposed for him to see. Pulling away from your neck, he admires you- the way your skin blooms with fresh bruises and impressions of his teeth, your nipples hard and begging to be played with, and your pretty white panties stained with arousal. You can see the lust in his eyes as he looks you over, and it makes you bite your lip in anticipation for what he'll do next.

"I've told you so many times you're beautiful, haven't I?" he asks as he takes your heavy breasts into his hands, though you can tell it's rhetorical- he's not expecting a real response from you. Instead, he continues to speak as his hands squeeze and thumbs rub over your nipples. "But I haven't told you how fucking sexy you are yet, isn't that right? You're so alluring, it drives me crazy sometimes. Did you know that?"

You can't help but let out a soft whine as you shake your head, completely clueless to the fact that you ever made him as crazy with need as he made you. You hoped you did plenty of times, but you really didn't know until now just how much he was holding back from having his hands all over you. His hands move to your hips next, fingers slipping into the band of your panties.

You lift your hips from the bed, letting Hyunjin pull the soaked fabric down your thighs and then your legs, tossing them quickly aside. You hold the bed for additional support as he spreads your thighs further apart, sucking in a nervous breath when he looks directly at your dripping heat. The fact that he's on his knees for you is already enough to have your heart feeling like it's going to beat out of your chest, but when he starts planting sensual, open-mouthed kisses to your thighs, mixed with carefully placed bites, you're done for.

Your thighs twitch with each kiss, jolt with each bite, your nails digging into your bed sheets before he's even at where you want him most. And God, when he finally kisses your pussy, you feel so worked up that you could cum just from that simple stimulation alone. When his tongue meets you it feels like heaven, your head falling back and an almost embarrassingly loud moan tumbling from your lips.

Hyunjin starts licking you up slowly, almost teasingly, and you can't even complain; because even though you still want more, it's already so good. It's when he's done with his teasing and really gets going that you're left truly breathless- he pulls you closer to his face, to the point your ass is practically hanging off the bed, but he throws your legs over his shoulders, using his hands to hold you in place, right where he wants you against his mouth.

Your whole body is trembling from the pleasure, and this position makes it so that your hips can't move unless he lets them. Even as you unconsciously twist and jolt from the pleasure, you're always firmly in place, unable to escape his tongue even if you wanted to. You cum almost embarrassingly fast like this, barely able to warn Hyunjin you're close before you're crying out in absolute bliss, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You expect Hyunjin to set you down as you catch your breath, but that's the exact opposite of what happens; against all your expectations, he keeps going, his tongue sliding over and around your sensitive clit, drawing out your orgasm until the pleasure mixes with tingles of painful overstimulation. You stutter out a curse, loud whines and begs leaving you in a nearly unintelligible jumble- though you're not entirely sure if you're begging for him to stop or keep going.

His hands carefully move from your hips to squeeze the meat of your ass as he continues holding you where he wants you, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the unrelenting onslaught of pleasure. You're certain you're going to receive a noise complaint from your neighbors, unable to control your volume as another, more intense orgasm rocks your body. The tears lingering in the corners of your eyes fall as you cum once again, and you can hear and feel Hyunjin groaning against you, evidently taking just as much pleasure in this as you are.

He's careful as he moves your trembling legs off his shoulders, helping you to fully rest your weight back on the bed. When he stands, he helps you get your head to the pillows before he's laying next to you, your sensitive body jolting once again when this time his fingers rub between your slick folds. "How're you feeling, my love?" he asks, wanting to make sure he's not overwhelming you too much.

You're definitely overwhelmed, but in the best way possible, and you stutter out a shaky "green," to which Hyunjin smiles. "What a good, perfect girl you are," he praises you, pressing lingering kisses to tear-streaked cheeks, "My sweet thing, you're all for me, aren't you? A good girl just for me?" You nod quickly, brain fuzzy with the desire to be anything he wants you to be. "'m a good girl, all for you Hyun, only you."

You have no idea how much those words affect him- and you're sure if your brain wasn't so foggy from the pleasure, you'd have noticed how he had to clench his teeth and take a breath to stop himself from pulling his cock out and fucking you into the mattress right that moment. Patience, restraint, it's not the right time, he has to desperately remind himself.

Even as his fingers slide inside your heat and hug him tightly, he has to make a conscious effort not to lose himself in the thought of what you'd feel like hugging his cock instead. In all his years of lust, he's never been this close to losing control of himself; but fuck, he's never wanted someone as bad as he wants you, and you're so slick and warm and tight, it takes all he has to ignore the desperate throbbing of his cock.

Hyunjin finds your spot within seconds, and your eyes are rolling back, fists once again straining and tugging against the sheets. He adds a third finger when you seem ready for it, pumping at a steady pace before he's curling his fingers into your spot again. He's at your neck again now, his teeth making contact with your skin just as they had before while his fingers continue their motion between your legs.

When he bites this time, it feels different- rather than the dull pain and ache his teeth brought before, this feels more.. sharp? You let out a loud gasp as the sudden sharp feeling buries further into your neck, as if Hyunjin is a vampire digging his fangs into your skin. Did he actually have fangs this whole time and you didn't notice..?

No, that seems impossible- and honestly you feel too fucking good right now to even put much more thought into it. You're sure it just feels that way because now that he knows you're comfortable with the sting, he doesn't need to show anymore restraint when biting, and is now putting more force into his bite- that's all that makes sense. He speeds up his fingers as his teeth sink further into your skin, his thumb firm on your clit, and it's enough to send you over the edge for a third time, your back arching off the bed as you let out a string of expletives and moans.

Fuck. When Hyunjin pulls away, he knows he fucked up, quickly retracting his fangs before you can notice them. The two holes left behind in your skin from his fangs make it look like you were bit by a fucking vampire, or a huge ass spider. Unlike the hickies, that's not the kind of shit you can just hide with makeup, and when you look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow you'll definitely have questions about how the fuck he managed to do that with dull, human teeth.

But when you look at him, absolutely blissed out and eyes hazy with pleasure, he decides that it's a problem for future Hyunjin; you're both already in the moment, and why ruin it now? He's still not quite done with you, after all; he's supposed to be relieving your stress like a good boyfriend. And what better way to relieve all your stress and tension than to make you cum again and again, until your body is as weak as jelly?

"Can you handle one more, lovely?" he asks, rubbing your cheek with his unoccupied hand. You lean into his touch, a soft smile on your face as you eagerly nod, ready to take all he wants to give you. He returns the smile, planting a lingering kiss on your swollen, self-bitten lips, praising you once more. His hand trails down to your neck, fingers lingering on the surface while his other hand resumes its motion between your legs.

"Tell me how you feel, baby," Hyunjin instructs softly, and you look at him with glassy eyes, stuttering out your answer. "Y-Yellow. Feels g-good, but 'm nervous," you say honestly and he coos and comforts you, assuring you he won't squeeze unless you want him too; for now, he'll just hold his hand in place, let you familiarize yourself with the pressure before you decide if you want anymore than that.

Soon enough your eyes are rolling back once more, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he drives you close to orgasm just as expertly as he did each time before, letting yourself go completely as you become familiar and comfortable with his hand on your neck. You're babbling almost incoherently about how good it feels, but there's one thing in your string of words that he hears loud and clear, and that's "more."

"Want me to squeeze, lovely?" he asks, wanting to make 100% sure that he's not mistaken, and you nod quickly, repeating the word "squeeze" with a soft, pleading voice, followed by a string of "please, please, please." You don't have to beg for a single thing when it comes to Hyunjin, but fuck, does he love hearing it more than he's ever loved anything.

And so he does as you ask, gently of course, since it's your first time experiencing it. And your body immediately reacts, gushing and clenching hard around his fingers as your mouth hangs open in a silent wail of pleasure, your last orgasm of the night hitting you like a semi-truck. Hyunjin slides his fingers out of you, planting soft kisses to your heated, sweat laden skin as you come down from the high.

He steps away just for a moment to bring you some water, helping you sit up enough to drink it before you fall back against the bed, body limp, utterly spent and exhausted. "Hyun.. what about you..?" you ask in a sleepy voice, and Hyunjin chuckles softly, patting the top of your head after he wipes the sweat from your brows. "I'm good, baby, this was all for you. Feeling better now?"

You hum with a soft smile, curling into him and closing your heavy eyes. Hyunjin does his best to fix your nightgown and clean you up, once again chuckling when you start to softly snore after he manages to get you under the blankets. As a demon, he doesn't need to sleep, but he lies next to you anyways, wrapping his arms around you and smiling as you snore into his chest.

There's an anxiety that lingers in the back of his mind, the reality that come tomorrow you're going to see an abnormal mark on your neck and how he'll have to face what that means for your budding relationship. Does he tell the truth? Would you even accept him if you knew? As far as he knew, humans hated and feared demons, and demons in turn weren't supposed to be fond of humans.

Loving you was against everything he understood about himself, and loving him would be against what you understood about yourself. Hyunjin closes his eyes, and for the first time in centuries, he forces himself to take the sleep he doesn't need- because if this is where his relationship with you goes up in flames, then he wants the last good moment to be spent as human as he can possibly make it.

i hope you enjoyed thus far, there's just one more chapter after this! and as a preview this is what i will say: …. sex with hyunjin in his demon form. i hope this intrigues you :) <3

#skz x reader #hyunjin x reader #skz smut #hyunjin smut #skz scenarios #skz imagines #mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune #i literally stayed up all night to finish writing and editing this and now its past 6am #why do i keep doing this to myself... i'm going to bed.... GOOD NIGHT

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emotionalsupportgoblin420 · 4 months ago

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Unexpected Pregnancy headcanons.

Headcanons on how these guys would react to finding out their s/o in pregnant, comforting their anxious s/o, and just overall pregnancy headcanons. Enjoy <3

Kelby, Myx, Ichiban, and Logan

Kelby

Is absolutely flooded with emotions.

Happiness, excitement, anxiety, shock, etc.

Let's be honest. He's mostly excited to have a lil version of the two of you running around.

His focus changes when he sees that you're overcome with anxiety.

Immediately, his first instinct is to hold you and tell you everything's gonna be alright.

"Hey, it's okay. I know this wasn't planned, but it's all gonna be okay. We're a team, and we can get through this together."

He's honestly the best at calming you down.

And making you laugh as he lists off all the fun things he plans to do with this kid.

"We can play sports together, I can take them to ballgames, this is gonna be awesome!"

His positive vibes are so helpful throughout the whole thing.

But he's absolutely clueless when it comes to pregnancy and what to do.

He's trying his best tho.

Man is a real team player and always ready to try his best and help out.

He's a good listener too, which is great when you're feeling nervous and need to vent a bit.

He heard somewhere that being active during pregnancy is good, so he definitely encourages you to stay as active as possible.

Loves to buy those baby sports outfits.

He thinks it's the cutest thing ever.

Tries to read those Parenting for Dummies books, but he can't understand them one bit.

Is definitely nervous about being a dad and is worried he won't do a good job at it.

Tries his best to keep a game face on, but sometimes it does show, and you notice.

Doesn't take too much prodding on the subject for him to admit it.

Being able to vent to you and some encouragement really helps him out.

My guy has more rebound than a kickball, so it doesn't take much to put him in a good mood.

Laughs every time the baby kicks.

"Looks like they're just as athletic as their dad."

Will often just lovingly stare at your ever-growing belly whenever you guys cuddle.

He's so excited to meet this little mini version of you both.

Myx

His life flashes before his eyes as soon as he sees that positive test.

A million thoughts are rushing through his head.

He's absolutely shocked but so happy.

He's always wanted to be a dad.

Once he comes to and notices his anxious s/o, he immediately holds them so tight.

"It's alright. I'm right here. This is great! We're gonna be parents! We've always wanted this! And I'm right here with you through it all."

His positivity really helps.

If it were up to him, he would've shouted the good news from the rooftops right then and there.

But you convinced him to leave it a surprise a little longer, just in case something went wrong.

He hated not being able to tell anyone.

As soon as you gave him the go-ahead, he told the whole world you were pregnant.

He's positivity really helped throughout the pregnancy.

He was always there for you.

Morning sickness, cravings, emotional meltdowns, he was always there for you.

He's really handy when it comes to setting up the nursery.

Hasn't a clue how to build a crib, but somehow manages to do it even though he threw away the instructions ages ago.

"Pfft! I don't need instructions. I'll just Myx things up a bit!"

And he adds plenty of his creativity to the space.

Loves to sing songs to your unborn child.

Gets excited every time he feels a kick.

Sing songs to the little baby in you belly.

Whilst he is definitely excited to be a father, there is a part of him that is nerve as hell.

Reads all the books and articles on how to be a dad.

Tries to keep it cool around you, but you can see right through him.

You remind him that you two are a team, and he doesn't have to deal with anything alone.

"Thanks, babe. I actually really needed to hear that."

Has to kiss your every growing belly every time he passes by.

100% wants the gender of the baby to be a surprise.

Buys the goofiest baby clothes ever.

Especially if it has dinosaurs on it saying, "Dinosaurs are so cool!"

I mean, he ain't wrong lol

This man supports you so much, and you know he'll make a great dad.

Ichiban

Live Ichiban reaction to finding out you're pregnant:

Just stands there, jaw on the floor for a straight-up minute.

He's happy ofc but very much in shock.

Until he sees you, how anxious you are about the whole thing.

He immediately snaps out of it and pulls you in for a comforting hug as he strokes your head gently.

"Shhh. It's okay. It's all gonna be okay."

As you calm down, he pulls away just enough so he can give you a kiss.

"See? Told you it'd be okay." He says in a playful tone.

You can't help but laugh.

"And I'm going to be a dad! Can you believe it? I couldn't be happier about this! This is better than when I hit a million subscribers!"

He's such a goofball.

Becomes very informed on pregnancy and what to expect thanks to videos and online resources.

100% accidentally let the big news slip during a live stream.

He's just so excited he couldn't help it lol.

Is so supportive and super cuddly.

He's basically at your beckoned call.

Kisses your baby bump every chance he gets.

Always keeps his followers updated on how things are going (unless it makes you uncomfortable ofc)

Does a gender reveal live stream with you.

Definitely has days where he's a nervous wreck about the idea of being a dad.

And he sucks at hiding it.

Fesses up as soon as you ask him about it.

Poor guy just needs some cuddles, a shoulder to cry on, and words of encouragement.

He cheers up pretty quick.

But he isn't ready to stop cuddling yet lol.

He's such a big softy and will make a grrrreat dad.

Logan

Is absolutely ecstatic about being a dad.

Can't wait to tell his crew!

All those thoughts fade into the background when he sees that you are an anxious wreck.

Similar procedure to Ichiban: Pull you in for a comforting hug and give you words of affirmation.

"Hey, it's okay, babe. It's all gonna be alright. I promise. I'm right here to support you."

Gives you plenty of kisses once you calm down.

He's got all this happiness. What else is he supposed to do with it lol

His excitement is a bit infectious, you have to admit.

This guy is a man with a plan.

Reads all the books and articles on how pregnancy and how to be a dad.

Is probably the least worried about whether or not he'll make a good dad.

And any concerns he has, he's pretty open about them.

Vows to support you as much as he possibly can.

He's got child-safety measures for most everything.

But not in an overbearing way.

Buys the cutest baby clothes.

Loves to carry you around.

Has full-on conversations with the baby in your belly.

His face when he felt the baby kick for the first time was priceless.

He just sat there for a second with the biggest "Holy sh*t" face you'd ever seen.

Once his brain processed what had just happened, he got so excited.

"Did you feel that?! They just kicked! Our baby just kicked! Omg!"

You can't help but laugh.

He's such a sweet guy lol

Still gets a little excited every time he feels a kick.

He's got the makings of an amazing dad.

#blush blush #blush blush game #sad panda studios #blush blush sad panda #blush blush dlc #logan blush blush #blush blush ichiban #blush blush kelby #myx blush blush #blush blush headcanons #blush blush x reader

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loafthecat · 6 months ago

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Now I don’t have any drawing or anything planned for the anniversary-

But I do wanna express how much this game means to me personally-

Honestly, I don’t even remember what drew me into ctm, lol- I just remembered the series from some old play throughs and thought to give it a watch but- something about the game just made my brain want more of it-

So- I watched more playthroughs and comic dubs and animation memes, (even vine comps too-) I just- loved it- and from there it’s led me a lot of places-

Thsc was how I joined discord and met some of my best friends and some of greatest people I know! All my mutuals are really creative and nice- idk what I’d be doing without @emperorcandy or @rubianarosevine or @toxsradioactivelocks and ESPECIALLY without @randomgasleak because Leaky is one of the bestest, nicest friends I have- and I would seriously miss out on every fun lil conversation and infodump we have with eachother, getting to share my ocs with him is some of the most FUN I’ve had in my life- and i am seriously thankful to EVRYONE in Tox’s server for just- existing lol-

Also no I didn’t forget about- @kean-thebean or @savagepotat or @cybercypress24 or @lynplaque or stormy love yall too-))

Thsc led to me learning about more lgbtq+ identities that I didn’t even know of- in fact it helped me figure out my own identity and realise I was AroAce! So thanks for that-!

Thsc also helped and inspired me to improve my art!!!! Seeing the talent in this fandom made me wanna improve and develop an art style I truly love to draw with- and well- I did it!!!! I finally have an art style I LOVE to use and which actually looks good!!!! I can finally draw necks!!!! And no that was not something I could do before thsc- hm, funny because sticks don’t have necks technically so who would’ve thought-???

Continuing on from that, thsc is directly responsible for the creation of some of my FAVOURITE ocs!!!! Ollie, mitzy, mavy, Kapper, Tulip etc. heck- even ocs that while they ain’t sticcs or direct thsc ocs were INSPIRED by and influenced BY the game!!! (Lookin at you, Opal and Angus-) I especially have to gush about Ollie because I just LOVE him so much- who would’ve thought a BACKGROUND oc for a rp would become one of my main ocs today-? Not me that’s for sure-, I especially didn’t expect that I’d cry over how invested I am in him lol- I just love my lil gae sticc so much!!!!! He’s brought me so much joy, he’s helped me to vent out my problems- I just- I just- LOVE Ollie- lol- and I’m sure I’ll continue to do so even in future-

Thsc also introduced me to Dave panpa’s existence so everything is 100% worth it. I would die for this man, I want to platonically hug him and him and Rupert kiss kiss, I should know- I am the loaf of bread on their countertop!

And I guess last of all- I wouldn’t be on tumblr if it wasn’t for thsc. Thsc gave me the confidence to branch out and actually start using over websites aside from YouTube- it’s also how I joined discord and as I’ve said meet all my closest friends- sure- tumblr hasn’t always been the best at times but- I enjoy being here and while yes I’m not the most popular person here or even of note to some people- I’m still here right-? And I gotta thank thsc for that-

So in conclusion-

It is 23:24 pm at night- and my WiFi really didn’t like me finishing this- (it f^cked up THREE drafts of this that I had like wtf WiFi-????)

Now. Is this normal-? No, it probably isn’t normal to have a extreme obsession over a silli game about a sticc figure stealing shi- but shush I’m weird- and autistic it’s fine-

So yeah. Thanks thsc, and thank you puff for making the game.

You changed my life- for worse or for better take your pick-

#thsc #henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #henrystickmin #henry stickmin collection #oc tag #thsc oc #henry stickmin oc #rambles #meow meow daily loaf apprence lol #loaf speaking from the void #is this a love letter-? idk-#/:#eh-

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wishhalcyon · 6 months ago

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Do you want to read HALCYON?

do you like...FREE BOOK NO STRINGS ATTACHED?!!?!?!?

if so im posting it online! but its not going to be as cleanly edited as my other works.

i only have like, a few things id like to request, and its kind of on an honor system i'm not going to really get mad or upset if you don't do it, but its something really sweet you can do to help me as an author!

but first a description of the book!

book is: about a not nessisarily romantic but definitely bizzarely close feel free to read it however you want im not making anyone kiss project whatever you want onto them, story of a bunny girl superhero with a murder problem , and her wholesome supervillain bestie who wants nothing more than to save her, with fun themes such as found family , memory loss, and of course, miserable children, also the supervillain is a theater kid with a heart of gold and a cup of tea <3

a mix of silly and serious, I put a lot of my heart into it! And it would have been done sooner, but well i kind of got kidnapped so that kind of slowed down most of my writing and other projects for a bit there, it was only for an afternoon, no one got hurt, but it was kind of weird. it was a sort of well intentioned kidnapping though and the lady who did it is getting professional help now which is great, so im just happy she and everyone else is okay :)

I made this book wanting to make a fun world and characters and setting and stuff anyone could enjoy and find interesting, and I think the magic system in place in this lil superhero book (based somewhat on magical girl anime-) will be a fun setting for fanfics and fanart and stuff, and im SUPER excited to see if anyone makes ocs or anything for it because that'd be super cool and I love seeing other people be creative-

anyways onto the rules.

if you read it, please reblog where you found it and that i'm the author, and tell me what you thought!

im posting this online *because i want to interact with people and share what i made with others*, and celebrate other peoples craeativity too in line with that, I dont want to sue you for writing ANY fanfiction or fanart you write about my story, as long as none of you don't try to sue ME if i get inspired by them and or make fanart of them or things like that myself. I want to be an active participant in whatever fandom may or may not form around this, I want to have fun with you guys and enjoy my story WITH you guys. this means you also MAY have more control over how any future things with halcyon goes, and you may be able to help guide some decision making! But I still own halcyon it's not public domain- like i dont nessisarily expect or think i 'deserve' (though it would be so cool) a fandom like that over my book, but i think itd be neat and as someone who really heavily participates in fandom, I really want to be a part of it if i have my own. A lot of times I and other readers are VERY bothered that companies and authors dont litsen to their fans...but oftentimes they legally CANT or theyll get sued.

(Though I still get the final say in any decisions since...my book)

3. If you make anything related to it or post about it at all pretty please @ me, i WANNA SEE ALL OF IT please dont be shy, please ask questions, please say hi to me, Im posting this online because i wanna talk about my blorbos with you, @ing me is like, the reader tax- gimme your headcannons and weird cursed creations, idc if youre photoshopping Acianne into the backrooms ominously or posting about like, alternate universe where Ciero's a rabbit who's wildly daydreaming all of this up, or if youve decided to make thirst traps of hearts, go ahead, @ me, I wanna see it, if i suffer the cost so be it. Carve a watermelon to look like Cieros dad and throw it at the concrete, go splat. just go wild, have fun, just like, no hateful stuff and everyone be nice to each other.

4. im doing this partially with the thought that i could mostly make money off this via selling my own art of it and possibly a game based on halcyon...if so, then i may just post any future books online too, any thoughts guys? are these fair rules? any additions youd add? things like that? thoughts? I also have other books that I plan to publish more traditionally, This is kind of a test to see what works best really. I guess! If this takes off i might stick to free books only, if not, well publishing traditionally it is, whatever I need to do to get by you know? gotta make a living.

the biggest rule is just dont sue me please or pursue me legally im just trying to be a silly lil author who actually engages with their fandom and can get away with it i dont want to steal your stuff, i want to share headcannons with you guys and confirm or deny stuff and give you sneak peaks and PLEASE I JUST WANT TO READ FANFICTIONS WITHOUT BEING SUED IT WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY I LOVE FANFICTIONS LET ME FANDOM WITH YOU GUYS I DONT WANT TO BE SHADY PLEASE BY READING MY BOOK LETS JUST HAVE FUN PLEASE- CAN WE PRETTY PLEASE ???? FANFICTIONS ARE SUCH A VALUABLE AND EXCITING FORM OF LITERATURE- AND THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY SO PRETTY PLEASE BE NICE THANKS

remember DONT RUIN IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE BY SUING ME FOR GIVING YOU SOMETHING TO ENJOY, if you want nice things, don't misuse the nice things!!!! okay? okay so everyone agrees to be nice?...okay then! enjoy!

Ciero/Darling says "Please enjoy chapter 1~"

PLEASE ENJOY CHAPTER ONE I PLAN TO POST THE OTHER CHAPTERS DONT WORRY IM NOT JUST DANGLING A WORM IM JUST TRYING TO EDIT IT AND THERES A LOT OF WORDS SO IT MAY TAKE A BIT OKAY- SO YOURE GETTING IT ONE CHAPTER AT A TIME

: ) enjoy! and tell me your thoughts please <3 all i ask in return for letting you have a free book is some validation and maybe sharing it iwth others if you want-

full book is about 49 almost 50k words :) so look forward to it! it's all written i'm just trying to clean them up with a rough edit through before posting them-

also sorry for emphasising dont sue me so much but im trying to cover myself as much as I can safely I REALLY love writing and my favorite part of it is engaging with my readers, but ive been scared of doing this for a while out of fear thanks to a lot of horror stories ive read online. so please dont be mean : (

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negrowhat · 9 months ago

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City Boy Log Thoughts Pt. 2

For the ep that dropped today...I wrote notes.

I found it interesting that we saw Jaejun only apologize to Yunje. I found it even more interesting that he did it over the phone vs. in person. I think Jaejun felt it was better to do it over the phone so Yunje wouldn't have the opportunity to "overwhelm" him again. It was his safest option to draw that line in the sand over the phone. Almost like addressing whatever chemistry they had going on wasn't worth an in-person conversation because in the long run it wasn't that important to Jaejun.

After the bike riding and the boys were standing by the fence, Jaejun put the tiniest bit of distance between himself and Jihan and Jihan noticed it immediately. He is very attentive to Jaejun's body language. I didn't have any thoughts on it, just something I noticed.

I like that Dongseop didn't push his feelings onto Jihan after being firmly rejected. When Yunje asked him who he would choose to teach him how to ride a bike it was clear he wanted to say Jihan but instead he said Yunje or Jeonggyu. He's not going to step over that boundary again because Jihan is still his friend and he respects him even though he doesn't like Jaejun.

From this ep I see that following men who wander off alone seems to be something Yunje does often. He followed Dongseop the same way he was following Jaejun every time Jaejun wandered off alone. In that same scene we also got to see Dongseop deploy his oh-so-effective damsel in distress routine. He did it with Jihan (pretending to hurt himself when they were cooking and also pretending to be too drunk to walk so he could sneak in a kiss under the radar) and now he's pretending to fall and hurt his ankle to grab Yunje's attention.

I enjoyed watching them flirt but it was clear that they were not ready to even try to approach the idea of possibly dating each other. Yunje pulled himself back and mentioned something about when Dongseop found the right person that person would be lucky and Dongseop agreed.

I also enjoyed watching Jeonggyu shoot his shot with Dongseop. We don't really know what they did the night they slept in bed together. Dongseop doesn't seem to remember and Jeonggyu seemed to be a little touchy that morning. Jeonggyu knows Dongseop is still a little brokenhearted about Jihan but he uses the opportunity to kiss the boy anyway. At the very least to show Dongseop that he is very much interested in him. It seems Dongseop has prospects and there might be a lil love triangle on the rise between him, Jeonggyu, and Yunje. I look forward to that.

I found 2J's make up interesting. Not because of the actual dialogue but because of the descriptive text on the screen. The parts that are written on the screen to kinda fill in the gaps of what's happening between the unclear dialogue. One of them said "Jihan always takes the initiative" when Jihan is about to apologize. And then after Jihan says he's sorry the text next to Jaejun says "I'm more sorry."

It makes me wonder if Jaejun confessed and apologized to Jihan off camera. Because why else wouldn't he verbally apologize unless he either A) didn't tell Jihan about kissing that dude because he didn't feel he needed to or B) told him off screen after it happened.

But I feel like if Jihan had known about it prior to his apology he would've been wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy more upset than how he appeared in this most recent ep. Jihan is a jealous boy and we've seen how angry he gets when another man approaches Jaejun and we've also seen him warning Jaejun to not be so inviting towards other men who clearly have intentions. So it's a strong possibility that Jihan doesn't know about the kiss.

BUT at the same time I just feel like it really could've been a creative decision to not include that confrontation on camera like they didn't address whatever was going on between Jihan and Hyosang in the shower because much like real life, some conversations just don't happen in front of an audience. I fear that could be another situation we won't get anymore context on.

Also unpopular opinion about these messy boys, Jaejun specifically. I think Jihan and Jaejun's relationship is just green enough to forgive the things that Jaejun has done BUT only if Jaejun actually talks about, owns up to, and genuinely apologizes for how he handled this whole situation with Yunje, Dongseop, and Jihan.

Also for the love of gawd I hope 2J learns how to communicate beter. I think Jihan should've told Jaejun about Dongseop's advances even if he didn't view it that way he still found some of Dongseop's actions weird. The kiss and the conversation he had with Dongseop about Jaejun should've definitely come up.

I think part of the reason Jaejun was acting so stupidly with Yunje is because he was picking up on Dongseop's attraction to Jihan and it might have come off to Jaejun that Jihan was aware of Dongseops advances and was just not doing anything to stop it.

#city boy log #cityboy log #jihan x jaejun #2j

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finelinevogue · 3 years ago

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can you do one where the reader has a baby son and he is like a baby like 3 months old and he doesn’t want to leave his wife’s & sons side and he keeps checking over at them both, and his wife goes ‘look there’s daddy!’ And Harry waves 😭🥺

in celebration of 1000 notes on my masterlist and the fact dadrry on tour has me going feral, here we are;

Harry was definitely not going to be able to concentrate on stage.

Tonight he was performing in Dallas and was already suited up in his silky clothes, looking like a fluffy cloud that you could just dream away on. You really loved the whole suspenders thing he had going on, telling him he looked even more like a dad than he already does.

“Harry, will y’bloody calm down.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as he was pacing like a mad-man around backstage.

He was freaking out because tonight was the first show that his, your, son was also on tour with him. At only 2 months old, Dylan, was finally making his first appearance on ‘Love on Tour’ - not literally, but backstage. You and Dylan hadn’t been able to attend the first few shows because Dylan had had a checkup appointment for vaccinations. Now he was all okay, he was finally back in his favourite place on Earth - the presence of his dad. Although, currently, Harry was having a panic over everything that could go wrong with him being here.

You know how new parenting is.

“And what if I sing too loudly I burst his tiny eardrums—” Harry paced as he held his hands on his hips. You were currently holding Dylan against your chest, cocooned up in a soft-yellow baby wrap sling. He was sleeping peacefully against your chest because that’s all he did nowadays.

“Okay let me stop you right there, love.” You held out your hands for Harry to stop talking and he listened to you, looking at you with both dire stress and upmost love. “He’s got earphones first of all, okay? He’s going to be absolutely fine. All the other things you’re worried about, including alien abduction - which you seriously need to stop watching sci-fi movies by the way, are mindless things to worry about. He’s safe. Look.” You gestured to where he was laying peacefully upon your chest, all secure.

Harry walked over to you both and looked down at him in awe. He couldn’t believe he’d created something so perfect. Dylan was everything Harry had ever wanted and he woke up each day struggling to believe how lucky he was. He stroked his sons head lightly, leaning to give him a soft kiss on top of it. He was so in love with him. Harry’s head raised to meet you, smiling when he saw the love in your eyes you carried for him. He cupped your cheek and stroked an eyelash away from underneath your eye. He held it out on his finger for you.

“Let’s make a wish.” Harry whispered and you smiled at how corny he was being, especially when he had ten minutes until stage and was nowhere near pumped and ready. He didn’t care. His family was more important. These moments were more important.

“We can’t wish together.” You told him as if he was being silly.

“That’s a child’s rule. Let’s play by our own.”

“Okay. Together.” You nodded and closed your eyes, thinking up your wish. You heard Harry mutter the word ‘together’ under his breathe and then you opened your eyes and blew away the eyelash together. You looked at him as if something magical was just going to happen and then you both laughed at how silly you were both being.

“So you wished for endless ice-cream too right?” Harry joked, you knowing that’s definitely not was he wished for but played along with his joke anyway.

“No, mine was a little more PG rated.” You bit your lip and stifled a loud laugh.

“Do tell.” He whispered, getting closer to you but not too close so he’d squish his son. He’d gotten good at this whole dad thing, you thought.

“I wished that my husband got his tits out on stage more often.”

Harry gasped, quickly covering Dylan’s ears. “You can’t say things like that in front of our son, y’minx.”

“So that’s a no?” You laughed, tapping his hands off your son in case he woke him up and that’s the last thing you needed.

“Oh, it’s a yes. Just not when this lil’ fellas around.” He kissed Dylan’s head again, not understanding why he had an issue with his son seeing his chest but loved him all the same anyway. You guessed it had something to do with the lustful way he was looking in your eyes, and how he wouldn’t want anyone else in the room for what he’d do to you on a night when you’d gotten so aroused by his bare chest.

There was a knock at the door, stealing your lust-filled moment and bringing you both back to reality, calling Harry to be in position in 3 minutes.

“Work calls.” Harry said, taking your hand and walking you out of the room - once you’d grabbed the baby bag too - and down the hallways to the stage. Once he got there he still kept ahold of your hand as he spoke to you. “Remember, if you need anything, or he needs anything, come get me. Get my attention. Okay?” You nodded in response, even though you knew that wouldn’t be a good idea when he’s mid-performance.

“We love you. Go sing us proud.” You kissed him on the lips softly, still tasting the remanence of cherry bake-well tart on his lips. He tasted so sweet and sugary. It made you happy.

“I love you both, so much.” He kissed you after he’d told you, and then another kiss to Dylan’s head. “Have you got his earphones?” Harry asked, worried, untiled you pulled them out of your bag.

“Here.”

Harry took them from you and placed them over his sons ears. “There y’go lil’ man. Don’t have to listen to daddy sing and shout nonsense now.” He laughed, making you laugh and earning one final kiss on your lips before he was shouted at for not being where he was supposed to be. He kept blowing kisses as he ran away from you and the ones you blew he kept stored in his back pocket.

Harry was so amazing up on stage.

Harry worked his best art up there under the twinkling lights of thousands of fans. It was a pleasure to watch him be so artistic and creative. The note changes were to die for. The harmonies were second to none. The shimmies and dancing were so enjoyable to watch it made your heart swoon. He was simply incredible and you were so proud of him.

You made eye contact with him at one point in the show and he was just checking you two were alright. Dylan was awake now but peaceful, still with his large earphones on. He looked adorable. You kept his face away from the public eye though, as you and Harry tried to protect his identity as much as possible until he was older and could decide for himself how public he wanted to be.

“You okay?” Harry mouthed to you, in which you nodded your head to him knowing he wouldn’t understand you when you’re wearing a mask. You blew him kisses and he caught them all, placing them against his heart and keeping them there forever. Harry sent you some back and the fans screamed, thinking he was sending them to them instead. You pretended to catch them and keep a few for you and gift a few for Harry. He went back to performing shortly after that.

“Here you go,” you pretend to give Harry’s virtual kisses to Dylan, “a gift from my greatest inspiration to my greatest achievement.” You watched as Dylan looked up at you with his big, beady, green eyes and he smiled at you. That single smile alone reminded you of how perfect your life was and would continue to be.

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES

ANGEL ! —

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :)

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :(

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :)

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him???

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does.

DOLL ! —

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place.

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while.

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh.

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!!

SUNSHINE ! —

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :(

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day.

BABY/BABE ! —

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!!

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool??

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it.

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you.

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative.

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be.

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you?

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi.

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god.

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!!

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both.

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly.

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time.

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :(

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more.

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! —

kuroo; this one is for him and only him.

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too)

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest.

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both.

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3

love u all mwah <3

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dayquil-nyquil · 3 years ago

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May I request Izuku, Denki, and Tamaki (separate) when reader goes missing?

of course!! I'm gonna take some creative liberties and assume headcanons are ok but feel free to drop in another request if you want more <3 - mod nyquil (+mod dayquil who's writing for denki)

gn!reader

hcs, fluff

REQUESTS: OPEN

ok let's all stop pretending izuku and you don't share your location on yalls phones ok i know you do

but for the sake of these hcs, we'll pretend he forgot how to read or something and he doesn't know your location

at first he'd be none the wiser, just going about his day, thinking of you a lil bit here and there yknow wondering if he should ask you to hangout later

but then,,,,, he realizes 👁👄👁

he hasn't heard from you today which was ........ weird.......... since y'all text each other good morning everyday

so he texts you a little "hey :) how's your morning? I was just thinking about you :)" and when you don't respond for an hour or two, THEN he's like 🥸 uh oh

if he happens to already be hanging out with the deku squad irl he'll ask them if any of them heard from you

when they all say no, his heart drops into his stomach

he tries calling you once or twice but there's no answer

he immediately goes to the dorms and knocks on your door, to which there's no reply and there's no light coming from under the door

NOW izuku is PANICKING

he's blowing up his phone texting you and calling you all while running around campus like a headless chicken, narrowly avoiding bumping into people left and right

when all of the sudden- "oh hey izuku! :)"

could that be?

he looked up to see... YOU!!!!

you were walking toward him with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bag full of pastries in the other

poor izuku was floored he just stood there for a minute like :O and then, once he got a grip, was like "WHAT"

"what?"

"WHERE WERE YOU I WAS SO WORRIED" he's crying a little at this point, poor guy was really scared

"my phone wasn't plugged in last night so it died.. but I was out getting brunch :)"

"OH MY GOD"

you laughed as he engulfed you in a hug and peppered kisses all over your face

Denki is an idiot. A sweet, lovable idiot but an idiot nonetheless.

So when you didn't answer his routine facetime call, he felt his anxiety spike.

So much so, he short-circuited his own phone.

This caused him to panic even more because now he had absolutely no way to contact you.

The man barely remembered what he had for breakfast let alone how to get to your house without directions.

But for you, he'd cross the entire world to be by his stormcloud's side!

So the first thing he did was walk to your place of work.

After all, he was a gentleman and would walk you home from work every single day.

Admittedly, he was more focused on his cute little partner and their habits than how you both ended up at your house.

He steeled himself as he arrived at your work, it was time for thinking mode.

He could hear Sero's voice in his head warning him that if he thought about it too hard he'd short circuit.

It took him way longer than it really should've to get to your house, making about four wrong turns and having to stop to help an older woman cross the street.

He was a hero! He had to help her! Plus she thanked him with some of your favorite baked goods.

If you weren't dead he'd give them to you!

Your house looked untouched which he was relieved by, no one seemed to have broken in and kidnapped you!

He had a spare house key for your apartment but unfortunately in his panic, he left it at his own house.

So in a brilliant moment, he tried your window, and it simply popped open easily.

He'd have to get you better locks.

He jumped through your window and into your apartment.

This idiot really thought just breaking into your house would go over well.

You ended up hitting him with a bat you had just for safekeeping.

"Stormcloud, it's me your Denki darling! OW! STOP!"

"You idiot! Why're you breaking into my apartment! You have a key!"

"I forgot it and you weren't answering your phone so I panicked and broke mine!"

He saw you sigh and drop the bat, that was when he really got a good look at you. "Are you okay?"

"I'm sick. I was trying to sleep it off...I saw you called so I tried to call back but it went straight to voicemail."

"Sick?! Stormcloud, my love, why didn't you tell me! Get back to bed!"

You laughed fondly and crawled back into bed, as he fretted around you like a mother hen. Cooing at you fondly and giving you little kisses, "Denki? Cuddle?"

His face flushed and crawled under the covers beside you, wrapping you safely in his arms.

Thank god you were okay.

it was a normal beautiful day in the city,,, and tamaki was on patrol,,, ugh

he'd rather be at home with you!!! not out here!! especially after he already had to fight TWO big scary bad guys!!!!

all he wanted was to cuddle with you and make a blanket fort and binge anime, was that too much to ask?

while lost in thought, kirishima ran up and clapped him on the back "Hey suneater! Fatgum said you can leave early, I'm here to take over your route! :D"

GOD IS REAL

"ok!!! thank you kirishima, I'll see you soon :)" and with that, he was on his way to your house

on the walk over, tamaki whipped out his phone and texted that he was coming home early and couldn't wait to see you!! and then he tucked his phone back in his pocket

once he got to your house, he saw the lights were off and the door was wide open

all the red flags and alarms immediately started to go off in tamaki's head

he checked his phone and saw you replied to his texted nor read it

tamaki could feel the anxiety cold sweat beginning to cover his skin and his heart beat picked up, this was not good

he began calling you, crying a little bit, running around your house looking for you, crying some more, and sprinting around your neighborhood

at a loss of what to do since you were MIA, he ran back to HQ to see if he could find fatgum or kirishima for help

upon entering their base, he immediately heard voices and laughing

tamaki turned the corner and saw you talking with fatgum, who was juggling five donuts

"oh hey tama!! how are you? :)"

tamaki, speechless, blinked once and then crouched to the floor and put his head down

"tama, are you ok?"

tamaki nodded his head, still flat on the floor "oh my god, i thought you were dead. you weren't at home."

"tama, I wanted to surprise you at work but you weren't here!!"

tamaki slowly got back up and embraced you in a tight hug, his face pressed against your neck (still a little wet from the extreme sobbing)

"I was so scared, never do that again >:("

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rmtndew · 3 years ago

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Chapter 11

Summary: The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever.

(An arranged marriage AU with Captain Syverson)

Pairing: Sy and OFC Seraphina

Word count: 3,700+

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16

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By November, things at the farm had slowed down quite a bit. Sy still had work to do but with winter on its way, it wasn’t as much. So when he came in mid-day and wrapped his arms around me while I was folding laundry, I didn’t have to worry that I was keeping him from his chores as I turned and pulled him down for a kiss. He laughed at first and I knew it was because he thought it was funny when little bitty me tried wrangling a big old bull like him, but his laughing didn’t last long. He pulled me closer to him, humming against my mouth. My belly was getting bigger and put a little distance between us, but he didn’t let that stop him none. He just stooped on down and held me to him. When he ended it, he kissed all over my face with soft little kisses.

“We got a letter in the mail,” he said, kissing below my ear. “Dr. Bradford wants us to come to town and see him next week. He wants to check on you and Little Bit.”

“That’s awfully nice of him. We should write him back and tell him we’ll come in.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he agreed, then took a step back to look at me. “You getting hungry?”

“Well, I wasn’t until you mentioned it, but now I am,” I said. “I’ll make us lunch.”

He shook his head. “No. I’ll do it. You just keep standing right there, looking pretty as a picture, and I’ll fix us something.” He smiled then looked down at my stomach. “Does Little Bit have any requests?”

I put my hand on my belly. “A peanut butter and pickle sandwich.”

His smile widened. “Alright. That’s what I’ll make.”

I finished up folding the laundry as Sy went to the kitchen to make us lunch. He was still making it when I wandered over to him. I wrapped my arms around him as best I could from behind and rested my head against his back. He was warm and I could hear him breathing. The feeling of it made me melt against him as I closed my eyes.

“You getting tired, Momma?” he asked, his fingers lightly dancing across my arm.

“A little,” I admitted. I hadn’t been sleeping too good the last few nights and it felt like it was all catching up to me right then.

“Why don’t we eat and then you can take a nap?”

“I hate leaving you to do all the work by yourself.”

“Don’t. There ain’t much more I can do outside today.”

That was all the convincing I needed.

After lunch, I helped Sy do the washing up but he noticed I kept stretching my back and rubbing at it. It was aching like it used to when Daddy would make me haul the flour and cornmeal in the house after he’d go to the shop to get it. Like I’d been moving around something big and heavy, even though I knew I hadn’t.

Sy dried off his hands and then took the cup out of mine, putting it down next to the sink. “C’mon, honey bee. Let me make you feel better,” he said. Then he picked me right on up from the floor.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him to hold on. It wasn’t the first time he’d carried me off like that but it never failed to get me going thinking about how strong he was that even with me getting bigger and bigger, he could pick me up like I’s nothing. He walked over to our sofa and sat down with me on his lap. He kissed the side of my head and I buried my face in his neck as his big paws started rubbing my back. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to feel like he was getting his fingers down into whatever was hurting and loosening it up. He went between rubbing it and being gentle like with his fingers, grazing them over my back through my dress, tickling me just a smidge. Not enough for me to start wriggling around and trying to get away from him, but enough for me to get goosebumps on my skin, even though I was burrowed right against his warm body. It weren’t long before the pain eased up.

“That feels so good, Sy,” I mumbled.

“Yeah? You feeling better?” he asked.

I nodded against him. “Uh huh. Lot better.”

“Good.” He kissed my ear and my temple as he kept rubbing my back but before I knew what was going on, he was standing up again. I lifted my head to look around and he brought one of his hands up and caressed my cheek. “It’s alright. I’m just gonna take you to bed so you can sleep.” And he did just that. He pulled the covers back before placing me down on the bed and then covered me up. He bent and kissed my head again. “Get you some rest, alright? I want to hear your snores from plumb outside.”

I smiled, my eyes growing too heavy to look at him. “I don’t snore.”

“Whatever you say, honey bee.”

I felt better after my nap and that evening I was able to stay awake long enough to be properly coupled with Sy. He was in a right mood, too. Once I got ready for bed and he saw me in my nightgown, saw how tight it was starting to fit around my chest and stomach, it was like he turned into some wild beast. We was in bed for pert near two hours and no sign of him slowing down. Normally I wouldn’t’ve minded but I was worn out. Two hours took its toll on me. So I tapped his head and told him I didn’t have much left. He moved behind me and held me to him tight, his hands smoothing over everything Little Bit made swell up, and when we was both taken care of, we were so tired we fell asleep just as we were.

After those two hours, I should’ve slept like a log. But somehow I still woke up in the middle of the night. I was exhausted. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t hardly rest no more. I looked at Sy and saw him sleeping peacefully. He’d rolled away from me at some point and was sprawled out on his back. I was cold and decided to get up and put my nightgown on but as I did, Sy’s hand reached out for me.

“Seraphina?” he rasped sleepily.

“I’m just putting on my gown,” I told him.

It was on the floor and I slipped it on quick but when I got back in bed, he was awake. His eyes blinked at me in the dark and without a word, he lifted the blankets and patted his chest, inviting me to lay down on him. I did, wrapping my arm around his thick waist and my leg around one of his big tree trunk thighs.

“What’re you doing awake?” he asked, putting his arms around me.

“I don’t know. Just can’t sleep,” I said, rubbing my cheek against the soft fur on his chest. “I don’t like it none.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry.” He rubbed his hands on my back and arm, soothing me. “What’s something you do like?”

I thought for a minute then glanced up at him. He was looking at me, waiting. “I like you singing.”

He smiled. “You want me to sing to you?” he asked. I nodded. “What do you want me to sing?”

I shrugged. “I don’t care. I just like listening to you.”

He was quiet for just a bit, his hands still moving. Finally he took a breath and started singing real low. I could feel it in his chest.

“Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’, birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me. Say nighty-night and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me. While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me. Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be, dream a little dream of me. Dream a little dream of me.”

“I love your voice so much, Sy. I can’t wait until you’re holding Little Bit and singing them to sleep.”

His arms tightened around me. “You gonna make this old man cry if you start with that,” he joked.

I smiled and turned my head to kiss his chest. “Alright. I won’t start,” I said. “Sing me another one, please?”

He sang another song for me, then another’n but soon I fell fast asleep. I didn’t wake up no more that night but I knew if I did, Sy would just sing me right back.

The next day we sent off a letter to Dr. Bradford telling him we’d be happy to come in and have him check on everything. I hoped he might be able to help me with my sleeping troubles, even though I suspected like everything else it was caused by Little Bit. But maybe he knew some way to deal with it better than I was. It took a few days before we finally heard back. He sent a letter asking us to come in on Tuesday if we could.

Tuesday morning I was getting ready when Sy came and leaned on the doorframe to our bedroom. He’d been out checking on the animals and feeding them and making sure they’d be alright while we was gone.

“What is it?” I asked, taking my slip from the chest of drawers.

He smiled. “Just thinking about how beautiful you are.”

My face flushed and my ears went hot. “I’m in my underthings,” I said quietly, then tugged on my slip.

“You’re beautiful in whatever you wear.” He bit his lip. “Or don’t wear.”

“You’re something else, Sy,” I said, but couldn’t help from smiling. “Why don’t you do something and pick out a dress for me?”

He pushed off the doorframe right quick and went to our little closet. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, pulling open the door. It was like he’d been waiting for me to ask him to do that for the longest time. He took my green dress and brought it over. “Raise those arms for me, honey bee.” I did and let him put the dress on me. Then he moved around to my back. My hair had gotten tucked into the dress and he was careful to get it out, then he brushed it over my shoulder before he fastened the few little buttons on the neck. He kissed the side of my head. “I got the prettiest wife in the whole world.”

“You’re crazy.”

He kissed my cheek. “Crazy about you.”

I leaned back against him. “Still crazy, though.”

He slid his hands around to my belly and rubbed it. “I’m going to be crazy about Little Bit, too.”

“Well, at least that’s something we can both agree on.”

“You say that like I’m not an agreeable man,” he teased.

“No, you are most of the time.” I looked up at him over my shoulder. “But sometimes you can get a bit ornery.”

He grinned. “Just a bit?”

I shrugged, grinning back. “Maybe a little more than that.”

“That’s that big bull coming out in me, I reckon.”

“I reckon so,” I agreed.

We finished getting ready and went out to the truck. It was cold outside but I didn’t mind. I liked the colder weather. I hadn’t when I was living with Daddy. My room would be so cold I’d see my breath in the mornings and my socks all had holes in them. No matter how many times I darned them, they’d crop back up somewhere new. And my coat grew too small as it stretched to carry me through six winters. But Sy made sure I had proper clothes. Good, thick socks and a nice warm coat that fit me right, even as Little Bit was growing away like a weed. But my favorite part? Sy was so warm that I could just snuggle right on up with him and he’d keep me nice and cozy. That’s exactly what I did as we drove to Dr. Bradford’s office in town.

Dr. Bradford was surprised to see how big I’d gotten. I hadn’t seen him since the day of the barn raising party and back then, you couldn’t tell Little Bit was there just by looking at me. But they’d made themselves known since then, rounding out my stomach enough to tell.

“You have to be the healthiest looking expectant mother I’ve seen in a long while,” Dr. Bradford said. “Most women I’ve seen carrying children lately are skinnier than bean poles. Especially if the husband is out of work. With food already scarce, it’s hard enough feeding just a man and wife, but add in trying to feed other little ones?” He shook his head. “It’s a struggle.” He patted Sy on the back. “Whatever you’re doing to take care of your wife, you’re doing a good job. Keep it up.”

“I’m thankful we’ve got the farm. Even if we ain’t growing crops like we did before all this mess started, I know we’re sitting better than most other people,” Sy said. “We’re awfully blessed.”

“You are,” Dr. Bradford agreed. “And that’s not something I get to hear too often.”

“I imagine you see the worst of it,” Sy said.

“Not so much here in town. A lot of people who can still afford to live here are doing alright. It’s the ones who live a little further out in the country that I’m worried about. I’ve taken to setting up at some of the school houses when I can and doing my best to get them to come but a lot of them won’t accept a handout. I try to encourage those folks to pay however they can and because of that Ruth and I are pretty set with eggs for the rest of the year,” he said with a laugh. “But there are still some right stubborn ones and I can’t force anybody to let me help them. As much as I might want to.”

“Don’t take it too personal. The doctor we had a while back didn’t exactly build anyone’s confidence in your profession. He was a mite too big for his own breeches and gave a lot of people the runaround. When my Pa took ill, we drove him two hours away to see another doctor in a whole other town,” Sy said. “Some of us country folk are stubborn, we can’t help it, but most of us just don’t trust doctors. Give it some time.”

“Well, that makes me feel a little bit better knowing that it’s not me exactly, but I hate that y’all didn’t get the proper care you needed under your last doctor. I’m going to do my best to set that right.”

I liked Dr. Bradford. He was kind and didn’t make me feel ignorant for not knowing a lot of motherly stuff. Without Momma there to explain everything to me, I felt like I was learning as I went. He asked me some questions and reckoned by my answers that I’s about four months along and that I was gaining weight just like I ought to. He couldn’t offer me too much advice on how to get better sleep except drinking some warm milk but I figured it was just part of it. Everything looked good and he asked Sy to bring me back again in a few months to check on me.

As we were getting back in the truck, Sy stopped for a second. “Let’s go get us a candy bar down at the store before we head back. We’ll eat it on the way home. What d’you say, Momma?”

I smiled at him. “I say it sounds like you’re trying to fatten me up even more, Papa.”

“I can’t help it if I like how big you’re getting and I ain’t apologizing for it, either,” he said, smirking at me. “And now I got Dr. Bradfords seal of approval to get you fatter than a hog set for auction.”

“There you go again calling me some silly animal,” I said pouting. “I don’t want to be no hog.”

“Oh, come on, I’m just teasing you, honey bee.” He opened the truck door for me. “What kind of animal do you want to be called?”

“I don’t know. Something pretty,” I said, sliding in across the truck seat. “Like a deer, or a cute bunny, or some sweet little bird. But not no stinking hog.”

“Well, I didn’t say you were a stinking one,” he said, sitting down next to me. “I happen to think you smell nice.” He looked at me and smiled. “At least I didn’t call you a skunk.”

“You ever call me that, I’ll probably cry.”

He laughed. “I promise I won’t ever do that then. I don’t want to make you cry,” he said. “Now give me a kiss.” I pouted for a few seconds more then leaned up to kiss him. He gave me three quick pecks on my lips, then kissed my forehead. “Let me make it up to you and get something sweet for my sweetheart, how’s that?”

I nodded. “Alright.”

We drove down to the general store and picked us out a couple of candy bars. We ate them on the way back to the farm but when I finished mine, I looked over at Sy and saw he’d only eaten half of his. That wasn’t like him.

“Why don’t you finish this off for me?” he asked, handing it over to me. I realized then why he hadn’t eaten it all.

“Why do you spoil me so much?” I asked, taking it from him.

He grinned right big. “Because I can.”

I shook my head at him but smiled. “You’re gonna regret it one of these days. I’ll be so spoilt rotten I’ll just come right along and snatch whatever I want out of your hands ‘cause I’m so used to getting it.”

He laughed. “You ain’t got it in you, honey bee.”

I put my head on his shoulder. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. For one, you’re too sweet for it,” he said. “And for another, you ain’t tall enough to snatch anything out of my hands.”

I laughed. “I’ll get up on my wash bucket.”

“You still won’t be tall enough.”

“You’re being mean now,” I said. I snapped a piece of the candy bar off and held it up to his mouth. He eyed me for a second then opened up and ate it. A bit of chocolate got on his lip and I wiped it off with my thumb, then licked it clean. “I’ll get me a big step stool.”

“You ain’t getting on no step stool while you’re carrying Little Bit,” he said. “You know good and well all you gotta do is tell me what you want and I’ll hand it right over. Ain’t no snatching needed.”

I took a bite of his candy bar, then broke off another piece to feed him. “Well, you’re the one spoiling me so whatever I end up doing, it’s all on you, Sy,” I said, talking around the chocolate.

“I’ll take full responsibility,” he said as I brought my hand up to his mouth. But when he opened up, he took hold of my wrist, holding it still as he took the piece of chocolate and my fingers in his mouth at the same time. He nibbled on my fingers, making me squeal. He laughed and let go of my hand, then smirked at me. “Sorry. You’re just sweeter than that candy bar and I wanted me a little bite.”

I smacked his arm lightly. “You’re something else, Hoyt Syverson.”

He pinched at my thigh, making me squirm away from him and laugh again. “You still love me?”

I sighed. “I reckon.” I looked at him and saw him grinning as he stared out at the road in front of us. “You still love me?”

“Yeah, I reckon I do, too.” He reached over and put his hand on my belly. “Are you listening to me and your Momma teasing each other, Little Bit? That’s all it is. I love her more than anything in this world except for you. Ain’t no ‘reckon’ about it.”

I felt something odd in my stomach. A flutter. Sy slammed on the truck brakes and looked at me, his eyes wider than saucers. He felt it, too.

Little Bit was moving.

“Keep talking,” I told him.

“What do I say?” he whispered.

“Just talk to them like you usually do.”

He twisted in his seat so he was closer to my belly. “Hey, Little Bit. Can you hear your Papa talking to you?” he asked, rubbing my stomach. “Your Momma and me are just having fun. You’re going to find that out when you get here. I was a grouchy old man living by myself until I married her. She’s the best friend I ever had and she’s going to be the best Momma there ever was, too. And I know you already love her. There ain’t no way you can be growing inside her and not be swallowed up in all the love she’s got.”

My bottom lip started wobbling and I couldn’t help all the tears swimming around my eyes or how they streamed down my cheeks quietly while I listened to him. Little Bit must’ve known how my heart was swelling because they gave another little kick. Sy looked up at me, a grin on his face. It didn’t last long, though.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, looking worried.

I nodded. “You just make me so happy,” I cried.

He moved his hand, putting it on my cheek. His thumb brushed away some of my tears. I saw some cropping up in his own eyes as he smiled at me again. “You make me happy, too, honey bee. The happiest I've ever been.”

Little Bit didn’t kick again for a long while after that day but getting to share that first time with Sy made it all the more special.

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill fan fiction #Captain Syverson #Captain Syverson fan fiction #Sand Castle Netflix #Sand Castle fan fiction #Henry Cavill fan fic #Captain Sy fan fiction #Where Kindness Grows

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xbaebsae · 3 years ago

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Thank you so much for all the prompts @dieguzguz ♥ I started writing a few but this lil scene was the easiest to finish xD Warning: idiots who can't communicate

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(written from Jake's pov)

Like a loyal cat, Shorty walked next to me. She looked strangely content all things considered. Her eyes were glued on the dirt track in front of us. Wondered what she was thinking about, but couldn’t be that bad. That frown she got when she hated me didn’t distort her face yet.

“When will you tell me what we are doing here?”, she sounded mildly out of breath and I slowed down a little. Forgot about her stumpy legs. “Takin’ a break from John.” “Wow, honest. I expected another long, made up explanation why this path needs to be secured for the good of the people.” “Other times it wasn’t made up either. Our work is important.” She scoffed in response. “Yeah right” and with a silent, annoyed whisper she added “Nothing related to John is important.” Got a chuckle outta me. He really made an enemy in her and the picture forming in my head of her tiny lil' ass going bezerk on my brother let it turn into actual laughter.

“What’s so funny?” “Nothin’. Just remembered somethin’” “Share it, I want to laugh too!” “Nah.” She slapped my arm. “Come on, shithead! Don’t leave me hanging!” She stepped in front of me, crossed her arms and I had a hard time keeping my face straight. “What do I get for telling you?” There it was. The little crease between her eyebrows as she stared at me in disbelief. It made my day, always did. “Don’t make this weird again.” “Haven’t said nothin’” “How does a kick in your wrinkly old ass sound then?”, she hissed, turned around and continued walking. I stayed a while, watched her as she went on until she realized I wasn’t coming. “What now? Are you getting a heart attack or something?”, she asked playfully but I swear I heard a hint of actual concern in her voice.

“Why do you stick around, Shorty?” “Uh, I know you’re physically stronger than me so if i tried to run you’d find many creative ways to drag me back here I’m sure.” Tempting thought actually. I often found myself imagining to just throw her over my shoulder and get her wherever I wanted her. Though I didn’t know where that was anymore. Used to think just my bed, but the more time I spent with her, the more I felt this stupid feeling of attachment wouldn’t go away with a simple fuck. “Ain’t what I meant.”

She watched me from the side, tried to read me and came to the conclusion to treat this conversation with more seriousness. Another one of these reasons I liked dragging her along. Her humor was great but life wasn’t a joke to her. “Then what did you mean?” “What is it you think you see in me?” “What? Uhm…”, she stuttered and her cheeks got red. I had no clue what I expected for an answer, hell I didn’t even know why i’d asked out loud. Was one of those questions I’d ask myself, why the hell did I ask her directly? “Weird question, Jakob. What’s the reason?” “No idea, just somethin’ on my mind I guess.”

She fell silent and for a long while the only sounds were those from the forest. “I really don’t know what kind of answer you expect. Hell, I could ask you the same thing.” She sighed and I felt like doing the same. Would be easier to grab her, pull her hair back, look into her eyes before kissing her and showing her what I meant. Had no fucking clue how to word any of that bullshit. So I didn’t. I grabbed her arm and when she turned towards me all confused, I rested my other hand at the back of her neck. Never letting go of her, I moved the first hand up there too. She couldn’t maintain eye contact, looked down but didn’t pull away. It’d be so easy. I could force her to look at me. Maybe she’d understand me better then.

Hadn’t noticed that I’d started to move my thumbs through the soft baby hairs on her neck, but she’d closed her eyes. A moment later her forehead leaned against my chest. It was unbearable. She felt so good. At the end of my last stroke through her hair I dug my fingers into it and pulled her head back. She let out a surprised gasp, but when I looked into her eyes I saw the same fire I’d seen before. Her eyes blinked a few times, then she was fully back and gave me the most judgemental look she could force onto her face. Bad actress. “That’s….a weird answer”, she scoffed. Her hands pushed against my chest but I didn’t let her go yet. I took that face in. Knew I’d made it weird again after all but I didn’t care. Was worth it, every single moment. I still felt her soft skin underneath my fingers and I got hung up in thoughts about it. “Glad I got yours, Shorty”, I teased, earning a proper spiteful look before she freed herself from my grip and crossed her arms a few safety steps away from me. “No, my answer to your stupid question is: Fuck you”

#far cry 5 #deputy rheese anne bennett #jacob seed #obligatory rc tag #prompts

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snickerdoodlles · 3 years ago

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WIP wednesday

if u hear crying, its me banging my head on my keyboard trying to finish this wip in the next 12hrs 💪😭 a lil ~850w snippet from it until then tho

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“I’ve noticed a distinct pattern in these fantasies of yours.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

“You like to bully me,” Pat whines woefully, as though he doesn’t burn at the thought of Pran’s creativity. “You wanna push me around, Pran? Hmm?”

Pran gives a little indifferent hmph, but his dimple flashes on his cheek, and Pat’s helpless to resist kissing it. Pran’s not-a-smile smile deepens as he tries to look away and pretend he doesn’t want Pat to kiss him again. “Maybe I just like returning the favor.”

Pat pauses, actually surprised. Pran shifts under his startled gaze, cheeks so hot Pat can actually feel the heat. “Shut up,” he mutters, tugging Pat closer, “It’s nice to be manhandled.”

Pat’s hands tighten around Pran’s waist subconsciously, and Pran makes this delicious little grunt as his eyes darken. Hmm.

“Oh?” Pat asks gleefully.

Pran flushes darker, and peeks up at him from under his lashes. Pat’s struggling to breathe, but that’s fine, he’s soaring over clouds as Pran clears his throat and says, “You know. You’re all…” he gestures at Pat, eyes fixed on the sliver of chest peeking through Pat’s unbuttoned collar, “Muscles.”

This is the best thing.

“I knew you liked my chest,” Pat says smugly. He should strip more often.

“Everyone likes your chest,” Pran mutters. Pat beams and gets a poke in the head in turn. “Don’t get a big head about it.”

Oh, no, it’s far too late for that. This is going to carry Pat through his whole week. Pran mutters something under his breath and grabs Pat’s chin to pull his attention back.

And it’s great, because Pran has a devilish glint in his eye that suggests he’s about to up the ante, the same one he’ll have before licking Pat’s finger or looking up at him with those big brown eyes and saying, “Take care of me?” Pat loves that look.

Pran bites his lower lip, eyes sweeping down shyly. “Do you…” Pran presses his lips together and fidgets as he gathers his courage. “Do you remember when we were in high school?” he asks in a breathless rush.

Oh, huh. This is not going where Pat thought it would.

Pran traces Pat’s collarbone with the tip of his finger, too shy to meet Pat’s gaze. “Do you remember how we’d use the can phones to write lyrics late at night?”

Pat’s smile goes soft with nostalgia. “Mm.”

“Sometimes…”

Pat waits. Pran licks his lips and takes a deep breath.

“Sometimes I imagined going over to your room.”

Pran trails off again, cheeks hot. Pat rubs circles into his waist with his thumbs and teases, “Right into my room? Without even knocking? Mr. Pran!”

Pran pinches his collarbone, dimple deepening as he tries not to laugh. “It’d serve you right,” he grumbles, “Make up for all the times you barged in on me.” Pat grins and Pran’s eyes flash. “I wouldn’t keep you quiet with my hand though. I’d kiss you instead.”

The image strikes Pat down to his core like a lightning bolt. Him, startled and gleeful Pran would intrude on his space, Pran, still awkward and gangly pressed against him, their teeth clicking together as they try to slot their edges together. “Yeah?” he asks, breathless.

“Mm.” Pran’s fingers trail up Pat’s neck to play with his hair curling over his ears. “Could you imagine what our parents would’ve done if they’d caught us like that?” His breathing speeds up, fingers tugging on Pat’s hair just a little more forcefully. “I can’t. Sometimes, when you’d fallen asleep at your window, I’d rest my head on mine and picture falling asleep. Maybe I’d miss my alarm and my mom would come check on me, just to find me asleep at my window, still holding onto the can phone…”

Pran’s breathing too hard, in little hitches as though he’d just run up the stairs. He accidentally tugs Pat’s hair harshly, making him wince. He calms down slightly, rubs the sore spot on Pat’s head with his thumb apologetically. He smiles, self-deprecating. “But I never managed to actually fall asleep those times. Can you imagine? My parents would probably move across the country.” Pat wrinkles his nose at the thought--Pran might never have come back had they done that--and Pran’s breath hitches again. “Though…sometimes I’d think…what if…”

Pran looks away again, lower lip caught between his teeth again. Pat waits, clutching Pran’s waist, grounding them both. But when the words don’t come, he hesitantly says, “...You’d picture them not minding?” because that’s the only thing Pat can think of.

Pran barks a laugh, somehow sounding both like he thinks Pat’s hysterical and not finding anything funny at all. “I can’t even imagine. But…” Pran swallows nervously. “Sometimes I’d picture it not mattering.”

It suddenly becomes very difficult to breathe.

Pran’s still too shy to meet his eyes. He laughs hoarsely, a little mocking, a little mean. “Silly, huh? They’ve always decided everything when it comes to us.”

Not everything, Pat thinks, Pran heavy on his thighs and warm in his arms.

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#bad buddy #wip wednesday #i should do this more often ahhh #also pls help this was supposed to be a goofy 1k thing????#its now 5k+ and a spiritual successor to our soft shells #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #pat n pran having the fun hard convo re THE FUTURE #and its making me cry #they chose LOVE #they will ALWAYS choose love #aaaaaaaaaaa

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forever-rogue · 4 years ago

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Hi love!! I know I'm sneaking it in under the wire, but congratulations again on your milestone! You deserve ALL the good things, honeybunch! For your prompt requests can I please get a fluffy something (maybe a lil unrequited-but-really-requited) friends to lovers with our hot daddy Marcus Moreno?? With the prompts:

“Stay. Please.” (prompt list 3) and 79. "I can't get you out of my head" (prompt list 1).

Feel free to get as creative or flexible as you want with this. Love you bb 💜🌿

I love you too bb! I am so in it for one (1) Marcus Moreno! Enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Character Masterlist

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Dating was hard. Dating was even harder when you’d been out of the game for years. Dating was hardest when you were a single, widowed father who doubled as a superhero.

Yeah, dating was hard for Marcus Moreno.

Even with all the support from you.

“Marcus,” you scoffed at him as you picked up around the kitchen, sighing at the small disaster that had occurred when he had tried to cook. He knew that tone of voice very well, and he took a step back and offered you a sheepish grin. You grabbed a dish towel and threw it at him as you gestured to the mess, “how? How does this even happen? All you did was make pasta and salad!”

“I don’t know!” he insisted meekly. It was true - the man was a walking, talking disaster when it came to anything related to cooking. But he tried, gods knew he tried so hard. He was trying to do good, to be better - his best - for Missy, and himself. And you. You just weren’t exactly privy to that fact just yet. He cleared his throat awkwardly before he got too caught up in his little daydream fantasies, “it just...happened. You don't have to clean it swee- it’s okay. It’s not your mess.”

“It’s alright Marcus,” you promised him as you threw all the trash in the can and set the dishes in the sink to rise, “besides you made dinner and dessert. It’s the least I can do.”

“I burned dessert…” he pouted slightly as you laughed, causing his heart to skip a beat at the magical sound. You watched as he came over and started to load the rinsed dishes into the washer, giving his hip a small bump with your own.

“You tried,” you shot him a quick wink, “that’s what counts. Besides, you had ice cream as a backup to save the day.”

“Luckily,” he agreed, pausing for a moment as he tried to choose his next words carefully, “umm...can I ask you for a huge favor?”

“Anything,” you promised softly as you finished stowing away the leftovers and wiping down the counter, “what’s up?”

“Can you watch Missy tomorrow night?” he asked quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed by his request. You quirked an eyebrow at him before leaning against the counter and offering him a curious expression, “I-I asked my mom but she’s got poker night with her friends. I can order pizza or whatever you want for dinner and-”

“Of course, Marcus,” you interrupted him before he could stammer further, pressing a finger against his lips. If you hadn’t been so caught up in your own feelings, you’d have noticed the ting of pink creeping into his cheeks as he tried not to focus too much on the feel of your touch, “you know she’s my favorite person on the planet, right along with her dad. Just let me know the time and I’ll be here - but I want Thai, including dessert!”

“Whatever you want,” he grinned softly, “you’re such a lifesaver, and I just...I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I know,” you teased, “what’s the occasion? Another date with Katie?”

“No,” he admitted, as you offered up a look of surprise. You’d met her for all of about five minutes the first time he went out with her as you’d arrived to hang out with Missy. She was nice - pretty, funny, warm and despite the bit of a jealous twinge in your stomach, you could see why Marcus would fall for her. You were surprised to hear that things didn’t work, “she umm...it was fine. It just...I can’t see myself with her, you know?”

“You just gotta test the waters and see how it goes,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up, “you never know until you know. Who’s the lucky lady? If it’s a date - I shouldn’t just assume. Perhaps you’re busy saving the world?”

“I think those days are past me,” he admitted, “we leave that to the kids - with guidance of course. I..yeah it’s a date. Her name’s Stacy.”

“Oh, another first date?” you tried to keep your tone light and teased as he focused on the floor and nodded, “how very lucky she is. Hopefully she knows that and hopefully you’ll have fun! That’s what? The third first date this month? Things are looking up Mr. Moreno!”

“It’s nothing,” he swore as he shook his head, “obviously they’re first dates and they stay first dates. It is what it is.”

“Hey,” you reached over and gave his arm a squeeze, “you’re amazing Marcus, and you deserve the best. One day you’re going to meet another woman that will knock you off your feet. You just have to be patient. What is it that they say? Love is patient, love is kind? Or something like that!”

“Yeah,” he agreed as his heart dropped slightly. If he was a brave man, a bold man, he’d have dropped to his knees and confessed his love for you then and there. He’d have told you that it was you, always you, that you were the only one he wanted. But...he didn’t. Instead he swallowed his pride and his nerves and offered you a nod, “I guess we shall see.”

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But just as Katie had came and went, so did Stacy. And then Maria. And then Stefani. And then…

"Hey," you greeted Marcus as he came in the door, a dejected look on his face. You were sitting on the couch, doing some work on your laptop as you ate some ice cream. It wasn't terribly late, but Missy had already gone to bed, leaving you to your own devices. You'd gone and picked up around the house before settling on the couch, knowing Marcus had had an incredibly busy week.

"Hey," he let out a long sigh, immediately putting his feet on the coffee table. He looked at your laptop before holding his hand in front of the screen, "its late. No more working!"

"I'm multitasking," you insisted with a grin as you held up your ice cream and pointed at the television that was playing reruns of the Office. He tutted anyway and eventually you gave in, closing out your programs before closing your laptop, "fineeeee! So, how was it? Tell me everything!"

"Not much to tell," he shrugged softly as he took off his glasses and tossed them onto the table before pinching the bridge of his nose. You offered him a small smile before holding out the remainder of your ice cream to him. He looked at it as a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth and he took the bowl from your hand, "I don't think there's going to be a second date with her either."

"What? I thought Carla seemed lovely!" you were surprised by what appeared to be another failed date. You had liked her from all the things Marcus had told you about her, and you were positive that she would be the one, "what happened, Marcus?"

"I don't know," he shrugged lightly before taking a big bite of ice cream, "I don't think it was her. I-I think it was me."

"You didn’t like her?"

"I did," he swallowed thickly, feeling his heart rate pick up wildly, and he was positive you could hear it. Why, why, why couldn't he just tell you? Why couldn't he suck it up and open his heart up and confess his feelings? It would have been so easy, "its just...I umm…"

"You don't have to explain it to me," you insisted, reaching over and giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, "if you don't click, you don't click. Patience, my love, patience. There's no rush to get anywhere.

"Listen," he set the bowl down and turned towards, a serious look on his face, "I have to -"

Before he could say anything else your phone started buzzing on the table. You sighed lightly as you saw your boss' name light up the screen. You grimaced before grabbing it and offering him an apologetic look, "I should go and take this. I've got a big presentation tomorrow…"

"Oh yeah," he gave you a meek smile as you grabbed your laptop and bag before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head and promising him you’d text later, "see you…"

You were quietly answering the phone as you rushed out of the house, leaving Marcus sitting there by myself. He let out a long sigh as he leaned back and tried to calm himself. Of course, of course, of course, the one time he'd gathered up some courage, something interrupted him.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Soon he'd finally tell you. He wanted to, desperately so. Every date he went on that wasn't with you just made him realize that he wanted nothing more than you. He wished it had been you on all those dates.

That made him realize he needed to do this. Marcus Moreno was going to make his move - finally.

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And then he didn't.

He just...never seemed to get the timing the right. Every time he finally plucked up the courage to finally say something, he was interrupted. It was like the entirety of the universe was against him.

Eventually, he reluctantly gave in and decided to go on a second date with Carla. It was a combination of things, namely her asking him, but he gave in and said yes. It had killed him a little bit as he'd responded to her text; he'd been out with you and Missy doing some grocery shopping, watching as the two of you tried to pick a cereal (it was time for something other than Great White Bites, Missy had insisted). You'd caught his eye and smiled, but he still sent the text.

Anything to get his mind off of you.

But as soon as her excited response came through, Marcus felt like the worst person. Still - maybe he could make this work...maybe Carla wouldn't be so bad for him.

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It wasn't too late when Marcus came home after his date. He'd thought about texting you to see if you wanted him to bring ice cream, but had decided against it. His mind was made up and set on one thing.

You.

His second date with Carla had taught him that despite how kind, funny, and pretty she was, she would never be the one for him. The one for him had been right in front of his face the whole time and he finally knew what he needed to do.

Even if you rejected him, he had to tell, to get it out in the open once and for all.

When he got home, the house was quiet, with only the soft sound of television signaling that someone was up. You'd left one of the lights in the living room on, creating a soft glow in the quiet space.

Then he spotted you and was left breathless. There you were, curled up on the end of the couch, a warm, thick blanket draped around as you slept. What a pure, innocent sight, and yet - he still felt like his heart was on fire.

Almost as if you sensed some sort of disturbance, you slowly opened your eyes and blinked away the bleariness to find Marcus watching you intently.

"Hi," you smiled lightly as at him, "didn't mean to fall asleep. Long day...Missy's off in bed already."

"Okay," he whispered gently before coming closer to you, "listen, I have to tell you something. And I'm afraid if I don't say it now then I'll never have the courage to do it again."

"Of course," you slowly sat up and gave him the megawatt smile he loved, "but first, tell me how your date was! I bet she was so excited to see you again as she should of course because-"

"I'm in love with you," he cut you off before you could ramble on, surprising the two of you. A warm, wicked flush of red colored his features as he clamped his hand over his mouth and breathed deeply, "I...I didn't mean to quite say it like that. I just...I can't get you out of my head. I realized that every date I had didn't work out for a reason - because they weren't you. I wanted it to be you, and well...I wanted to ask and just never got the nerve."

"Oh," you tried to suppress the smile on your face, but it was futile effort as you watched him closely, "you know you're my best friend, and I supported you going on those dates because you deserve the world, only the best, but to be honest, I'm glad they didn't work out…"

"W-why?" he stammered nervously as his whole body vibrated with energy, humming like wildfire as he anticipated your next response.

"I think you know why…"

"Will you say it...please? I want to hear it...to know I'm not crazy. I can't be the only one feeling this…" the look in his gentle brown eyes was nervous, more so than you had never seen. You threw off the blanket and slowly stood up, taking a few steps closer to him so there was almost no distance between your bodies.

"I'm in love with you too," you promised softly, as a grin broke out on his face, "I have been for a very long time and I was never sure if you felt the same and didn't want to ruin anything…"

Before saying anything else, Marcus reached up and delicately placed his hands on the sides of your face as he studied you. It was long before he moved closer, and then even closer before you finally closed the gap and kissed him softly.

It wasn't some big grandiose thing, rather it was soft and gentle - a longing kiss between two people who had been waiting on this moment for a long time. And it was everything. Marcus kissed you until you were breathless, leaning into his touch and chasing after him. It was just...utterly perfect.

When you broke apart for a breath of air, he pressed his forehead against yours, giving your lips another saccharine little kiss. It felt natural for him to hold you like this, his large hands on your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I should have done this a long time ago,” he whispered softly, to where you could barely hear it and in some ways, you wondered if it was even intended for your ears, “I’m sorry I waited so long.”

“It was worth the wait,” you promised him gently, “you’re worth the wait.”

“Will you stay?” he asked softly as you gave him a confused look, “stay. Please…”

“Tonight?”

“Forever,” he closed his eyes as he kissed you again, holding you gently in his vice like grip, “I love you.”

“Of course,” you nuzzled your nose against his, before touching over his face gently and giving him a gentle smile, “of course. There’s nothing I’d rather be than your forever.”

“My forever,” he repeated, “you are everything.”

“Can I ask you for something Marcus?”

“Anything.”

“Please kiss me again.”

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