#Is it too much to ask to be spoiled and cuddled?

[songbirdseung]

𝑪𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬  /  𝑳𝑬𝑬  𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑺𝑬𝑼𝑵𝑮

𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧.

if there was one thing lee heeseung was used to, it was treating you like a princess. not because he felt obligated to, but because he genuinely loved to spoil you, buying you little gifts, opening doors for you, paying for every meal, and making sure you never lifted a finger when you were with him.

but recently, something changed.

suddenly, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were the one treating 𝘩𝘪𝘮 like royalty, and heeseung was absolutely, utterly confused.

it started one day at your favorite café when he instinctively reached for his wallet after you two had just ordered. before he could even unzip it, you slammed your hand down on the counter with enough force to startle the poor barista.

“𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭,” you said with unwavering determination.

heeseung blinked at you, momentarily stunned. “wait, what?”

“i said my treat.” you turned to the barista, handing over your card before heeseung could react.

“wait, babe”

“too late,” you sing-songed, flashing a victorious grin.

heeseung pouted as you happily took the receipt, completely unfazed by his sulking.

then came the shopping trips.

it started small; buying him a hoodie you saw, and thought would look good on him. then a new cologne because you swore it reminded you of him. next, a set of skincare products, saying something about “keeping his already flawless skin even more flawless.”

then it escalated.

"babe, why are you getting me 𝘴𝘪𝘹 different types of socks?" heeseung asked, holding up the ridiculous variety pack you just handed him.

"because you always complain about losing them!" you argued, shoving them into the cart. "i'm just solving your problem ahead of time."

"okay, but"

"𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘴."

heeseung stared at you like you'd grown two heads, but you just happily pushed the cart forward, humming to yourself.

the final straw was when you practically 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 him at the cash register during another dinner out.

heeseung, being the gentleman he was, naturally reached for his wallet as the bill came.

but you? oh no, you were already prepared.

before he could even so much as touch his card, you lunged across the table, snatching the bill right from under his nose.

"𝐡𝐚!" you exclaimed, waving it triumphantly.

heeseung's jaw dropped. "𝐲/𝐧!"

"𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵," he accused, scandalized.

"because i am paying!" you declared, pulling out your card.

heeseung, in a last-ditch effort, reached for the bill, but you dodged expertly, holding it out of his grasp.

the waiter awkwardly watched as the two of you wrestled over the bill like children fighting over a toy. in the end, you somehow won, shoving your card at the poor employee before heeseung could stop you.

heeseung groaned, dramatically dropping his head onto the table. "why are you doing this to me?"

finally, after months of being spoiled, babied, and absolutely pampered, heeseung had 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

one night, as you were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, he grabbed the remote, paused it, and turned to you with a serious expression.

“𝐰𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤.”

your stomach dropped. “...about what?”

heeseung sighed, running a hand through his hair before looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“why are you treating me like a 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺?”

your lips twitched. “excuse me?”

"𝐲/𝐧, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞."

"that sounds like a 𝘺𝘰𝘶 problem."

heeseung groaned, grabbing your hands and squeezing them dramatically. “why are you doing this? is this some sort of long con? do you have a hidden agenda? are you planning to buy me so many things that i just become 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘵?”

you finally broke, bursting into laughter. “𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰.”

“𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺?”

calming down, you squeezed his hands back, looking at him sincerely. “because you always spoil me, hee. you never let me pay, you always make sure i’m happy, and i just wanted to return the favor. i wanted you to feel just as special as you make me feel.”

heeseung’s expression softened. “babe…”

“besides,” you added with a smirk, “watching you struggle at the register is 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.”

heeseung groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “𝐲/𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.”

you giggled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.”

[checkeredflagggs]

Sick Day

Pairing: logan sargeant x sick!reader

summary: logan’s sick girlfriend is apparently on death’s door

a/n: Hope you feel better soon @sinofwriting

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Private Messages, Logan and y/n

ls2fans

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ls2fans: logan was so adorable today during the Team Torque episode!

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user1: i missed the live 😭😭 what happened?

↳user2: it was so cute! He kept checking his phone — apparently his girlfriend was supposed to be there today but couldn’t make it

↳user2: so he was just checking his phone constantly to see if she had texted him back yet

↳user2: and he literally lit up when she finally did — apparently she’s a little sick and she turns dramatic at the same time

↳user1: that is so me core 😂

user3: did he talk about her texts at all? He just kept laughing at his phone

↳user4: he mentioned it like once or twice but they’re apparently in the vein of “I’m dying. Death is here…”

↳user3: oh that’s a girl that gets it!

user5: my favorite part was Alex teasing him for laughing so much and logan admitting he kinda likes it when she’s sick (he clarified with a cold) because it was the only time he could spoil her

↳user6: man if I was her, I’d take getting spoiled by him every day…

↳user5: no but the way he went on to say she was really independent and didn’t like to ask for things to much from him…

↳user7: ok yeah they’ve definitely become my favorite f1 couple!

y/n posted 2 stories

[goodbye cruel world…][oh Nevermind logan got me my favorite!]

user8 replied that’s such a mood

user9 replied i too also wish for death because of a cold

logansargeant replied you’ll be fine you big baby

↳y/n you used to be so sweet to me when I was sick…

↳logansargeant you weren’t as dramatic back then…

↳y/n where has the magic gone…

↳logansargeant it’s currently at the front door

oscarpiastri replied what kind of flowers do you want at your funeral?

↳y/n lilies and poppies. Obviously

↳oscarpiastri obviously 🙄

↳oscarpiastri you know you have Logan panicking right?

↳y/n don’t lie to me — I’m watching the live stream and he’s just laughing at me 😭

user10 replied that’s really love right there

↳y/n right??

user11 replied man I wish my man would send me food…

user12 replied that looks so good!

logansargeant replied don’t say I don’t do anything for you

↳y/n you are literally the love of my life 💜💜

y/n posted a story, oscarpiastri posted a story

[he got me flowers 🥺🥺🥺][why did I agree to stay with them 😭]

user13 replied he’s setting standards for real

user14 replied you gotta get a guy that will do both — absolutely laugh at your dramatics and get you flowers and food

user15 replied if you don’t want him can I have him?

lilyzneimer replied I love it when osc gets me flowers

↳y/n especially when you don’t expect it — it just makes you feel loved 🥰

↳lilyzneimer it does

logansargeant replied of course I got you flowers — they make you smile even when you’re sick

↳y/n and dying! I’m wilting away here

↳logansargeant and dying 🙄

↳y/n stop rolling your eyes at me and come cuddle

↳logansargeant whatever you say babe

user16 replied they’re so cute ☺️

user17 replied I want what they have

lilyzneimer replied oh leave them alone and be thankful you don’t have to share a wall with Lando

↳oscarpiastri that is a plus — I don’t think I could deal with that this weekend…

alex_albon replied you’re a brave man 🫡

↳oscarpiastri it was them or Lando…

↳alex_albon you picked the right choice

↳oscarpiastri that’s what I’m repeating to myself

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williamsracing: and in a dramatic and nail biting race — Logan came from behind to score 3rd! Congrats on your first f1 podium Sarge!

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user18: LOGAN POINTS!! LOGAN POINTS!!

↳user19: Logan PODIUM!! P3!!

y/n: my man! Congrats babe! Knew you had it in you

↳logansargeant: all thanks to you babe — had to race faster to get home to you faster!

↳y/n: well if that’s all it takes, I’ll be sure to get a cold every race weekend

↳williamsracing: we would really appreciate it Ms. L/N! liked by y/n, logansargeant, alex_albon

oscarpiastri: Congrats man! It’s about time

↳logansargeant: glad to be able to do it in front of the home town!

alex_albon: what a fantastic drive today Logan!

↳logansargeant: thanks man!

user20: I know my goat!

↳user21: he just needed a little extra motivation!

↳y/n: oh I’ll make sure he has ok the motivation he ever needs! 🥵😉

↳logansargeant: really??

↳user21: 😂😂

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[littlelovelunette]

Headcanons

Ran x Virgin!Reader

They were positively shocked when you told them you were a virgin because "I thought it was so weird you're single but damn... I'm lucky." And then, they give you a toothy grin.

Well, they really didn't think you would've given them the opportunity to deflower you not that thought it was bad. Ran just never thought she'd experience that in this lifetime.

They contemplated a lot because they own a variety of straps. Which would be the perfect for taking your purity? The one they usually used, or the biggest, girthiest one that even made that one hooker they had a fling with cry?

Then, they smile like an idiot and giggle to themself making you question their sanity.

"Let me know if it hurts and I'll stop." Ran said and they were true to their words. They did stop when you said it was too much. You could almost hear their heartbeat inches away from their chest, that's how nervous they were.

Instead of them reassuring you, it's more of you reassuring them that you're okay and they're not hurting you too bad.

"You look cute like this," they covered you with hickeys and marks, and when you said "I'm yours." Their brain practically short-circuited.

Very very silly when it came to things like this, they WILL go on the internet to learn how to do it properly even if they were well educated on the topic. They just wanna make sure they're the best for you.

CUDDLES. So many cuddles after the deed is over and dare you complain of a sore vagina, they're spoiling you with kisses, chocolates and whatever else that you ask of them.

[linxnnalyn]

HAIII COULD YOU PLS DO HEIAN ERA SUKUNA LIKE MARRIAGE HCS? I LOVE MY HUSBAND ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Fem! Heian Era! Sukuna marriage HCs

࣪𖤐.ᐟ note -> That's my WIFE right there :3

࣪𖤐.ᐟ warnings -> mentions murder.

࣪𖤐.ᐟ content includes -> fluff, size difference, she’s a big softy for you, cuddling, kissing, dates, jealousy, possessiveness, spoiling, happily kills for you <33

۫ ꣑ৎ To everyone else around you, Sukuna is a dangerous and brutal woman, but to you she is just a big softie (only for you though). She is surprisingly incredibly gentle with you considering how big and strong she is compared to you. Sukuna never lets her guard and walls down, unless she’s with you.

۫ ꣑ৎ The size between the two of you is striking and flustering. Sukuna is tall, broad-shouldered, and you look so small wrapped in her arms. She absolutely adores it. When you're curled against her, resting your head on her chest, arms looped around her waist, she always pulls you in tighter, like you’re the most precious treasure she has claimed.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna is extremely physically affectionate, but she would never admit how much she craves and loves touching you. Sukuna loves touching you, not caring if it’s just one of her hands wrapped around you, having you sit in her lap, or pull you to bed with barely any resistance. She can’t help but have one of her arms touching you all the time.

۫ ꣑ৎ She loves kissing you. Sukuna would often press a kiss to your forehead every moment she can, even when you’re in the middle of something. Her favorite places to kiss you are your forehead, your neck and hands. You never know when she would simply take your hand and kiss your knuckles.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna isn’t a huge fan of dates but is willing to go on with if you ask her to. You would often go on quiet and peaceful dates simply because Sukuna would bring too much attention and she would much rather not risk something happening to you. Though the two of you always enjoy your dates.

۫ ꣑ৎ She loves spoiling you. There is nothing too much, nothing too expensive when it comes to you. You’re hers, and that means you deserve the world—or at the very least, everything in her grasp. Silks, rare trinkets, the finest food, bath oils from distant lands—Sukuna wants you to have only the best.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna is unsurprisingly jealous and possessive. It doesn’t matter if it’s a passing glance or someone standing too close—she notices. She won’t always say anything, but you’ll feel it in how she holds you tighter after, kisses you deeper, grips your waist with a little more heat.

۫ ꣑ৎ She would kill for you without hesitation. Anyone who dares insult or threaten you doesn’t live long enough to try again. Bloodshed in your name isn’t a burden to her, it’s a gift. She doesn’t blink twice before ending a life if it means you’re safe or smiling.

۫ ꣑ৎ Sukuna only trusts Uraume to be left alone with you when she’s gone. Everyone else is too weak, too unworthy, too unpredictable. Uraume is the only one who understands the weight of protecting you, the only one she hasn’t threatened for even looking at you the wrong way. Uraume is the only one Sukuna would trust with your life.

۫ ꣑ৎ She likes to cuddle with you during the night. For someone as terrifying and revered as Sukuna, nighttime is where her softness shows most. Her embrace is heavy, warm, protective. Sukuna doesn’t sleep deeply unless you're wrapped around her. Even asleep, her hand stays on you, fingers splayed against your back or your thigh.

[littlebugsbraindump]

L LAWLIET X Y/N HEADCANONS!!

(not my picture!)

Sorry this took me so long to get around to!

I hope you enjoy it <3

• Will wake you up to bounce ideas off of you. Doesn’t even care if you give him feedback - he just wants to yap about his thought process.

• doesn’t cook often but is surprisingly good at it. That is… when he’s not too lost in thought… good thing he keeps a fire extinguisher in the kitchen…

• he doesn’t sleep very often, but once the sleep deprivation starts getting to him, he can get a bit clingy. He needs convincing to slow down and get some rest, but cuddles are a good method.

• likes to closely observe you, taking in all your details. He knows every intricacy of your being. He always notices instantly if anything has changed.

• likes to play games of luck with you, since strategy games against him are pretty much useless and he knows this.

• a sore loser. Pretends to pout to make you feel sorry for him. He’s childish and he knows it. Then again, the pouting usually ends up in him getting a forehead kiss, so… maybe he’s onto something…

• Again, will wake you up at stupid hours of the night just to have your company. somehow he finds his way into your room even when you lock the door… but of course, he’d stop if you asked him to.

• can occasionally be found in a dark room with headphones on blaring the loudest most chaotic noise possible. Also likes 2000s scene pop.

• if not the chaos music, he is also fond of ocean sounds… that is, until he gets so absorbed in it that he feels like he’s drowning and freaks himself out…

• likes puzzle games like sudoku or crosswords. He frequently sends you his latest records and challenges you to beat his scores

• goes through your spam emails and cleans it out for you.

• yes, he will buy you pads/tampons if needed. He doesn’t see what the fuss about it is.

• seems a bit distant, but you better believe he gets secretly anxious about you. When you’re out late, when you’re sick, when he doesn’t know where you are, if youve been sleeping or eating properly… it’s not that he’s a control freak, he’s just overly concerned for your well-being.

• is either calm and collected or acting as if somebody is dying. There is no in between.

• too much caffeine knocks him out.

• Enjoys flustering you on purpose, finding it cute when you get slightly embarrassed. Only about trivial things, though.

• is a good listener. He adores hearing you talk, and all the things you could possibly say. Be ready, though, sometimes he asks a lot of questions.

• the type of guy to actually stop tickling you when you say stop.

• watches tv with you but ALWAYS falls asleep halfway through. He’s basically never made it through a movie without falling asleep. Though, it’s usually only for a few minutes. He pretends he didn’t.

• his ears get red when hes embarrassed.

• is always hungry. Will 100% be a snack buddy at any time you want, just say the word.

• doesn’t understand insecurities you have and actually is surprisingly uplifting when you’re upset.

• he likes to buy you stuff to spoil you.

• gets irritated when you spend your money on useless stuff. “You coulda just asked me, Yknow…” // doesn’t pay you back when you go off by yourself.

• holds things over your head in a teasing sort of way.

• laughs around you

• enjoys resting his head in your lap.

• he once claimed to be allergic to dogs just to avoid going to your friends house with you. Lies.

• Shares his sweets with you, but he gets another dish for you, not really liking to share the same dishes/utensils.

• if you meet eyes from opposite sides of the room, he will wink at you. Every time. It’s a bit funny. Sometimes he ends up making himself laugh doing this.

• sometimes when he thinks no one is watching, he will be muttering to himself until he makes himself laugh.

• can’t stand getting a stomachache. He is such a baby deep down. In fact, nobody knew this about him until there was you.

• plays minecraft with you. Sucks at survival mode for some reason. Immediately built a castle out of pink wool after discovering pink sheep exist.

• is very grateful that you put up with his quirks. He knows he can be hard to deal with. He apologizes a lot.

• Goes on park dates with you. Mostly enjoys messing with the ducks. Does not enjoy getting chased by the geese.

• hides behind you when he sees a bee.

• his hands are very soft and gentle. He has the softest most careful touch of anyone you’ve ever known.

• uses a disproportionate amount of emojis. He only uses them when messaging you, though.

• play fights you when things get too quiet.

• Unexpectedly very emotionally available.

• doesn’t really like pet names, but sometimes calls you buttercup.

[just-a-moray-eel]

I wanna be a human pet for the transformers bots and/or cons. Not even in a sexual or romantic way, I just wanna be cared for like a deeply beloved and spoiled cat. Getting pet and brushed, given pretty clothes, allowed to lounge and laze around all day, being offered treats and drinks regularly... let me be a human cat for my bots!

How I'd be living as a beloved human pet, unbothered about getting taken from earth.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ me & my husband ]❜

ft. the salesman (gong ji-cheol) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ you don’t need your husband to be perfect, you just want him to be honest┊3.3k words; part two (here)

contains: written before s2 came out!! probably ooc or inaccurate, angst with spots of fluff & a bittersweet ending? reader’s pov mostly, suspicions of cheating, lack of communication, mentioned age gap, random inaccurate lore for the salesman

➤ author's note: yeah, i saw the sudden uptick in notes on that gong yoo post i made and realized season 2 came out which i completely forgot about. i intend to watch it soon as possible and write fics for it as well as (probably) add new characters to my writing list, but for now, please be content with this!!

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ this fic was heavily inspired by “emotionally intoxicated” by aurasaurora!

gong ji-cheol is the poster image for the ideal husband. he’s always been like that from the moment you met him, and you can’t help but feel like you’re the luckiest woman in the world when he calls himself yours. he’s tall and handsome, someone who catches everyone’s eye despite his only being focused on you. he’s wealthy and hard-working, able to call a luxurious mansion your home, and willing to buy you anything your heart desires as long as you ask for it. he spoils you rotten with that money, gifting you expensive things even if you didn’t ask if it reminded him of you. he’s doting, always sure to smother you in affection with kisses and cuddles whenever together to make it known how much he adores you. the sex is great too, he makes you feel wanted and desirable without ever leaving you unsatisfied. 

most importantly though, you love him, and he loves you. the last two years of marriage have been so blissful, and there isn’t a single thing you would change.

at least that’s what you believe most of the time.

you like to think you know a lot about him, and in a way, you do. you know his favorite color, how he likes his coffee, what he usually orders at restaurants, the type of wine he prefers over beer, the exaggerated shocked fasces he likes to make, how his favorite chore is folding the laundry, how his least favorite is doing the dishes because he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty, the name of his childhood pet, what positions he likes to cuddle or fuck in, the names he’s thinking of giving to your child when they are finally born— there are so many little details you know about him, yet at times you feel like you don't know anything at all.

you don’t really know much about his childhood aside from a few random stories, he claims there’s nothing really notable and that it was as standard as can be. you don’t know who his parents were or what they were like because he said they died when he was young, but surely that’s an important loss which must have impacted him and made youth difficult in some way? you don’t know about his past partners if he even had any, but you doubt you were his first as he was yours with a face like his. you don’t know any of his secrets, like an embarrassing moment or something sinful he might have committed in the past. 

he knew all of these things about you and the little details of your life, so why don’t you know any of the most basic things regarding your own husband?

these periods of uncertainty are few and far, but once the icy tendrils of doubt creep in, it’s difficult to shake them off when you realize you only know these things through observations and not him actually telling you. it’s a miracle your stupidity allowed you to make it this far in falling head over heels for him, getting married, and carrying his child (not that you completely regret it, you still love him, but you wish you had given it more time).

they say there are no such things as stupid questions, yet the main question you have is exactly that as it’s something every wife should know even before the marriage. it would be impressive how long you’ve been clueless about this matter if it weren’t for how often and how skilled he is in managing to evade your curiosity and steer the conversation elsewhere. you didn’t want to press on it since he seems to shut it down every time the topic is brought up and you don’t want to fight over something you technically didn’t need to know, but it weighs on you and presses into your chest with the knowledge you were being kept in the dark. 

what did your husband do for a living, exactly?

his schedule is always unpredictably changing with little rhyme or reason and it confuses you. sometimes you’ll go an entire few days without seeing him, sensing him wake up in the morning before the sun is even up, feeling him kiss you on the cheek before getting ready, and not coming back until long after you fall asleep with no communication aside from a note on the table telling you he’ll be gone for the day along with a wad of cash for you to treat yourself while he’s gone. other times he’ll be chilling at home for an entire week, waking you up with aggressive cuddles (or morning sex), making you breakfast with the morning news on in the background, and taking you out to wherever you want to go on his card in his rare casual clothing and messy wavy hair rather than the typical fancy suits and hair styled with gel. 

as far as you’re concerned, he’s a businessman of sorts, although you don’t know what company he works for or what position he has in terms of hierarchy or how an occupation of that type allows such flexibility in hours or anything at all. 

“what if he’s having an affair?”

you paused for a second before continuing the motion of slicing the cheesecake with a fork and savoring the taste in your mouth. “that’s ridiculous,” you stated simply after swallowing. “he loves me very much, and it doesn’t explain his weird schedule either.”

today was spent with some friends you met back in high school, but honestly, you were only attending out of politeness and tradition since you honestly feel like you’ve disconnected from these girls long before the current. still, you treasure the memories shared in your more formative years and wouldn’t ever say no to them if they wanted to hang out like old times. ji-cheol doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for them, calling them a miserable lot who try to drag you down at every opportunity out of jealousy for your happiness. you laugh it off, but you know deep down he’s right and yet you’re still sitting here at the cafe with them with bright smiles like their words don’t cut deep. 

“maybe he’s dating the boss— a sexy office siren type— she gives him plenty of days off and he stays with her at her beach house at jeju island or something to keep her company, and then she gives him lots of money in exchange.”

“oh my god, could you imagine?”

“can you be realistic? it sounds like you’re just writing a plot for a new drama,” you giggled, not allowing the feeling of a twisting blade in your abdomen to show on your face or the venom to drip from your words at the mere thought of the man you loved being stolen away a faceless woman who was everything you wished you were more of: more beautiful, more wealthy, more experienced, more intelligent—

“you don’t know because he’s your first love or whatever— and you’re so lucky to have been able to marry him— but men are dogs, and i don’t see why he would be the exception.”

“but he treats me so well—”

“maybe he only treats you well because you’re pregnant— he probably just feels guilty. i mean, when i was pregnant and had my first, my husband wasn’t attracted to me anymore and demanded a divorce unless i lost the baby weight.” she shrugged like it was so simple, so common, like the notion of marriage wasn’t something so deeply important and could be thrown away so easily.

“we aren’t suggesting you get a divorce, but we’re just saying you should keep an eye on him— you know? a handsome guy like him was always bound to get a lot of attention…” her laugh was shrill and high-pitched, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

“right… thanks guys…”

that night, you couldn’t stop twisting and turning on the large sectional couch with thoughts rushing through your head of your husband with some other woman. the jealousy from these fictional scenarios without evidence of existence plagued you. it made you want to vomit up the negative feelings and go back to the person you were a few hours ago without the images of him cheating planted in your mind, which didn’t go unnoticed by him and caused him to ask what was bothering you as it wouldn't be good for the baby.

you hesitated for a moment, “could you tell me about your exes?”

“why are you suddenly curious about that?” he chuckled, knowing damn well that it was because of those stupid snakes masquerading as people (it truly takes one to know one) running their mouths again, but still feigning obliviousness for your sake. 

“just wondering,” you muttered. “i mean, you’re the first person i’ve fallen in love with, but you’re a bit older than me so…”

“and i hope to be the only one too,” he smirked confidently, making you laugh as he plopped down on the ground and rested his head on the cushion next to yours. 

it was such a casual setting in such a vast space, bringing you back to the days in your little apartment inviting him over for chicken and beer before you knew about your immense wealth and got embarrassed over your cheap dates when he was so used to expensive restaurants. he found it very endearing though, knowing you liked him for him and not his money.

“well, if you’re so curious…” he trailed off, but you weren’t quite sure if it was because of hesitation or because he simply didn’t know where to start. you can’t remember the last time a conversation like this was held to learn more about him since it was usually about you, maybe back when you first started dating and briefly discussed his late parents.

he started with his crush when he was in middle school since that was his earliest recollection of feeling love, who didn’t really count as a girlfriend or love because nothing was established and because of their age, but she was his first kiss that he ran away from right after because of how nervous he was, and it was never addressed again. apparently it was his second girlfriend who taught him everything he knew before he met you, saying she basically “trained him like a dog” to create a gentleman out of an inexperienced boy who still wasn’t quite sure how to treat a woman like a queen. she was a bit mean though, and he didn’t realize he dodged a bullet until later after realizing she was unnecessarily cruel to him for no reason multiple times if he didn’t do things exactly her way.

you suppose you always knew your husband wasn’t always the suave charmer you know him to be, but the image of younger him being clueless on matters of romance made you burst out laughing because of how you could hardly picture it.

he reached over to pinch your cheek affectionately, “are you of all people really making fun of me when you were too scared to hold my hand for me to escort you out of my car?”

“oh my god, that was on our first date, i can’t be blamed! i was shaking like crazy on that day— you had to tell me that you didn’t bite.”

“i was actually thinking about calling off our date last minute because of an emergency at work,” he confessed, “but i’m glad i didn’t and met the love of my life instead.”

“aw, you flirt.” the memory made you smile and feel all giggly inside, all the fears you had about him possibly having an affair falling away, yet there were still some lingering at the back of your mind with the mention of his job. “what happened at work?”

“nothing that important,” he said instantly like clockwork. “just some boring business things.”

you didn’t push it, not wanting to ruin the mood, but once again, your curiosity was just itching to ask more questions about his work life even if it was truly as boring as he says. you wanted to know every mundane detail whether it was what his office looked like or what the annoying co-worker did on a daily basis, anything to satiate your need to know more about this mysterious man you had made life-long vows with.

it all came to a head one night while you were cooking dinner, you heard the doorbell ring a dozen times in quick succession and answered it to find an older man with fiery red hair that seemed to match his temper. when he addressed your husband by name and verified your relationship with him, he began spewing all kinds of insults about the blood he had on his hands by luring innocent people to their deaths and you felt your heart drop. you tried to reason with him that there must have been some sort of mistake, barely able to get your words out in a fit of confusion and surprise at the absurd accusation, but he wouldn’t hear you out and pointed a finger in your face, asking if you had any idea what gong ji-cheol was doing behind your back. 

at that very moment, he was suddenly seized by two anonymous men in all black, causing him to yell out in panic as they dragged him away and stuffed him in the back of a car before quickly driving off into the night without a trace. it all happened so fast, you just stood there with your mouth open in shock, wondering if you should call the police on what looked like an abduction. 

then your husband comes running up the steps with his locked briefcase in hand, shouting out your name, asking you if you’re okay, pulling you back inside the comfort of your shared home, and checking you all over to make sure you aren’t harmed in any way. when you ask about who that man was and what he was talking about, he simply told you he was some crazy customer who was dissatisfied with the company, was looking for someone to blame, and promised to tell you the details later. 

you didn’t tell him that you didn’t believe him, just pursed your lips and furrowed your brow for a second then let go of the topic like you always do, taking his coat off his shoulders with a peck on the lips asking how his day was. he reciprocated the kiss, said it was fine without anything special, and that he would shower before having dinner, something he didn’t really need to say since you already knew but stated anyway as per evening routine. 

as he headed up the stairs and disappeared from sight, you stared at the locked briefcase resting crookedly on the little entryway table and paused for a moment. if you did this, it would be a breach of privacy and a sign of growing distrust in your husband, but it could also answer all of the questions that never cease. 

your hands wouldn’t stop shaking involuntarily as you felt the cold black metal underneath your fingertips, marveling at the smooth material clean of any scratches or dents. fidgeting with the built-in combination lock, six number sequences started rushing through your mind as you started to hastily run through your options with a focus on dates. you were determined to only do this three times since you had no idea if an alarm would be set off or if it would close off permanently.

his birthday?

an electronic beep went off indicating you were incorrect, making you nervous.

your birthday?

wrong again, you only had one attempt left. you swallowed, shaking the accumulating sweat off your hands.

the date of your wedding?

you gasped as the locks suddenly flipped open and lightly knocked against the briefcase. it was undone, you could open it at any moment now and see it all.

and yet you still hesitated during this golden opportunity. was it the fact that the passcode to his most secret possession was the day you got married? was it guilt for going behind your husband’s back for answers instead of directly asking him? was it because you were afraid of what you would find if you discovered the red-haired man was telling the truth?

whatever it was, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and locked it again, leaving it looking untouched and went back to playing dinner.

there was a heavy tension present at the dinner table that night, the only conversation present being him interrogating you about what the red-haired man talked about word-for-word. not really interrogating since his tone of voice was still calm and gentle as he asked questions, but you could see him fidgeting with his fork and not leaving much room for any other topic until he was sure you told him everything. he then sighed and claimed the man was insane, a gambling addict who was too deep in debt to afford treatment and was trying to drag him into his misery after meeting at the subway station. 

“ji-cheol?”

he froze for a second, not used to hearing you use his real name rather than a pet name. “yes?”

“what do you do for a living, exactly?”

a pause, you watched him fidget with his chopsticks and shift the grains of rice around. “you know, business stuff— nothing you need to concern yourself about—“

“but i don’t know! that’s the thing!” you felt tears starting to well up behind your eyes, letting two years of frustration trickle through. “i know it doesn’t seem that important for me to know, but is it really so important that you leave me in the dark about it for the three years we’ve been lovers? and now some guy comes to our doorstep and tells me about how your job is playing games with people at the subway station to make them participate in death games?!” you took a deep breath, calming yourself down, “please, be honest with me, that’s all i want…”

“i-i…” that was the first time you’ve ever heard him stutter, and if the situation wasn’t so tense, you would be proud you finally got one-up on him. “i can’t say… it’s for your own safety and mine.”

“so he was right?”

he remained silent, trying to think of some way to counter what seong gi-hun had told you, but if you didn’t believe the elaborate lie he already told you and wanted to learn more, then he knew this was the end of the road. 

“i-i need some time to think…” you looked defeated and it broke his heart. “i’m going to my mom’s house tonight, i’ll be back tomorrow—“ you got up, not bothering to pack anything aside from your phone and your wallet.

he had prepared for you to start screaming and crying (not that he would blame you, i mean, who would willingly stay with a man who was complicit in mass murder), demanding a divorce and packing your things to shut the door for him never to be seen again with your unborn child. the strangely calm reaction was both a relief and extremely unsettling to him.

“i won’t be mad if you decide not to come back” he stated plainly, defeated in a state you’ve never seen him in before. “whatever choice you make, i’ll support you, just know i love you— more than anything else in this world.”

you stared at him blankly through the open doorway. perhaps your husband isn’t the perfect man you believed him to be, but he was as honest as he possibly could have been with you regarding the matter, and that’s enough. 

“i love you too, i’ll be back in the morning.” that’s how you feel at the moment, but you don’t know if you’ll feel the same way tomorrow morning when it sinks in.

[cantharel]

Being Simon's pretty little thing was almost a perfect dream.

People could know Simon as the imposing, serious, brooding, scary figure. But with you? He was a softie.

Ask him for anything, and he'll go to hell to find it for you. He was the type who wouldn't let you pay for anything, especially when the two of you went out together. If you wanted an ice cream, he'd pay for you. Flowers? Take your pick, and he'll pay. A stuffed toy? He'll give it to you. A nice outfit in the display window? He just lets you go into the store and buy what you want.

Simon makes enough money to spoil you. Even though he's very conscious about his spending, he doesn't mind spending more than he should on you. You're his pretty little thing. He loves you too much to deny you anything.

And that wasn't just about material goods. Ask for a kiss, and he'll bend down to give you a kiss as sweet as honey. Feeling needy? He sits down, spreads his legs, taps his lap, and waits for you to straddle him, making him into a big cuddly bear. He'd let you kiss him on the face, steal little kisses, smiling at you all the time, looking at you with those lovesick puppy eyes.

If he was working from home, you'd be on his lap, offering him cuddles and kisses whenever he needed them. Simon liked to have his personal space, but with you, he made an exception. What could be better than holding his pretty little bird?

Even though he had brute strength, he was so gentle with you. He never picked you up in a way that could hurt. He was always gentle with you, treating you like a delicate little flower. Even in cuddle sessions, he held you tightly but never hurt you. Under no circumstances would he do that to you.

He would never forgive himself if you weren't comfortable around him or if you were afraid of him.

Do you want to make Simon even more whipped for you? He just needed to wake up to your affectionate gestures, your soft lips filling his face with kisses, whispering how much you liked him. Simon might not have liked waking up early, but you managed to make him like it anyway.

Once you whispered 'I love you', he quickly replied quietly, mumbling to himself:

“I'm goin' to marry you one day, little bird.”

And you can start dreaming about a ring, because he's going to give you one. Mrs. Riley seemed like a good name.

Guess who is in her Simon's phase again?🫠

[digi-diareis]

"We need to talk" Prank

with the LaDS love interests, implied that the LI's are already in a relationship w you

Xavier

Oh he's pulling out the puppy dog eyes immediately, lower lip jutting out and ready to start crying.

"I'm sorry." "What? Do you even know what you're apologizing for? Also, why are you apologizing?"

This guy is ready to admit to any and all the faults he's made the past week, from cooking without permission, eating her secret stash of snacks, forgetting to feed the cat on time, etc.

"Please don't break up with me, please please please please-" "Xavi, baby, calm down, I'm not breaking up with you"

Anyways, the prank doesn't even last a minute because you break the moment he pulls out the kicked puppy look and he starts begging for you.

You guys end up cuddling the entire day because he won't stop sulking and being worried that you're tired of him so you can't really leave him alone because this is your fault.

We love a loser like Xavi <3

Rafayel

Dramatic ass man and pranks like these are like perfect tiktok material.

"Oh, you are NOT breaking up with me. I don't give you permission to." "I don't recall breaking up having to need permission from both parties." "Well, now you know."

Anyways, you're both just bickering over stupid shit now. You've strayed from the "we need to talk" to now pointing fingers at who's the bigger drama queen between the two of you.

Zayne

Oh sweet summer child, takes you very seriously.

"What is it, love? Did I do something to upset you?"

Oh, you just know how guilty you'll end up feeling when you keep up with the prank. You last a solid 3 sentences before you slowly turn quiet because he's listening so patiently and looks like he's truly reflecting on everything you've said.

"Okay, I'm sorry it was a stupid prank but I can't stand looking at you this guilty. You've been nothing but an absolute sweetheart, I could never ask for more."

Zayne sighs, relieved that it wasn't actually something major.

"Please, try not to do pranks like these again. I love you but the way my heart dropped when you said those words is not healthy."

You give him a big hug and lots of smooches to make it up to him, vowing never to do pranks like these on him again.

Sylus

Oh, you are looking forward to this. There's a power trip of sorts when you remember how much power you actually hold over this man. And this is perfect.

Some say this might be a red flag of yours but you're dating a wholeass criminal big boss so it's not really that big of a deal.

When you start the prank, he raises an eyebrow. Feeling like it might be a prank since he did spoil you and didn't do anything to piss you off recently.

"And what is it this time, sweetheart?"

Okay ngl, I think this prank goes way too far because he would correct / contradict / defend every single reason and excuse you come up with. That it just becomes a wholeass debate of whether you even have an actual reason to be unsatisfied with your relationship.

At the end of it all, you are breathless and out of excuses. So you just glare at him. Sylus simply smirks knowing he won this 'argument'.

"I'll get you someday, look forward to the day that you're begging for me on your knees." "Oh sweetheart, I'd get on my knees for you anytime, if you just asked."

Caleb

You feel like this might be the worst idea you've ever had, knowing full well how possessive Caleb can get but anything for the gram or whatever the kids say.

"Say that again, buttercup? I think I misheard you."

Oh, the way his voice dropped an entire octave got you both nervous and also maybe turned on?

You try to be strong and push through, repeating what you said.

"Sure, we can talk. Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Did you find out about the hidden cameras? Is it the new guy at work, did he give you any ideas? I knew I shouldn't have stopped at a few broken ribs-" "CALEB WHAT THE FUCK"

Prank is forgotten, you are now giving him an hour long sermon about hidden cameras and not beating up every man who has any interaction with you.

What you say is definitely passing through the other ear for him, he's just pleased he managed to distract you from the original topic. Its better that you feel responsible for correcting him and being stuck with him rather than you getting sick and tired of him.

Caleb - 1 : You - 0

(i tried my best but i feel like these are very ooc aaaaaaa)

[rosy-hollow]

Gojo Satoru, who’s practically best friends with your younger brother.

At first, the little boy was wary of your boyfriend, but that all changed when Satoru showed interest in your brother's Digimon collection—growing almost as fond of him as you were.

It was a slow day, so Satoru had offered to take your brother out—brother-in-law bonding time, he called it—while you ran some errands. Little did you know, your boys were plotting something big: your birthday.

Your brother, sitting atop Satoru's shoulders like it was the most normal thing in the world, scanned the various shops in the mall. The moment his eyes locked onto a store you frequented constantly, your boyfriend glanced up at him with a knowing smile before racing inside.

Scanning the aisles, Satoru and your brother wore identical frowns as they examined the candy selection. Satoru already knew your favorite, but he figured you'd like trying something new—which is why he and the little boy were squinting at the shelves with such intense focus.

"Hmmm, what about this?" Satoru asked, holding up a bag of small yogurt-covered fruits.

Your brother frowned, shaking his head. "No... When she was 15, she had something similar, got food poisoning, and never ate yogurt-covered anything again." He said it matter-of-factly, and Satoru blinked, staring at the bag owlishly before quietly setting it down.

Then, the little boy’s eyes lit up as he spotted a brightly colored bag of apple-flavored gummies. "What about these? The packaging's in her favorite color!"

Satoru thought for a moment before shaking his head. "Hmm... I remember her saying a month or so ago that she was getting sick of apple-flavored stuff because it tasted too basic..."

Your brother pouted in defeat, setting the bag back down. But then—both of their eyes locked on a pack of strawberry gel-filled gummies. A silent agreement passed between them.

Into the cart it went.

Needless to say, Satoru wasn’t exactly the smartest spender. He already had tons of money to burn, and when it came to spoiling you—his amazing girlfriend—he had no restraint. So, with your younger brother enabling him by racing around the store and dumping random trinkets into the cart, Satoru was pretty sure he had enough gifts to last you at least five years’ worth of birthdays.

Which only meant he’d have to amp it up to ten years’ worth next time.

For now, he’d just FaceTime you when they got back to the car—just to see your gorgeous face and hear your pretty voice as you inevitably scolded him for letting your brother sit in the front seat and eat ice cream before dinner.

It was worth it, though. Because moments like these... they made Satoru’s heart ache in the best way. He loved you so, so much. More than you'd ever know.

And hanging out with your brother like this, watching the little guy run rampant with excitement... it made Satoru almost want to have kids of his own with you someday.

But that was a conversation for another time.

For now, he'd settle for cuddling with you on the couch while talking about Digimon with your brother.

A/N: since my last character & reader's little brother did so well... here's one with gojo !!

[gamergirlwrites]

Dating Leon Kennedy Headcanons

NSFW under the cut

SFW

Leon is very up front about the potential dangers in dating him. He has made a lot of enemies, and because of his work, he'll keep making more

Because his job is so dangerous, he has lots of money to spoil you with. He loves to come see you with all sorts of random gifts and things.

He's gotten kind of out of touch, so he asks around to figure out what kinds of things to get you at first. Still, he's very good with romantic gestures, both big and small.

There's never a boring date with Leon because the two of you just naturally have fun together. It doesn't matter if you stay in and watch a movie or go out for a night out in the time.

Leon runs a little cool, so he likes to sleep close to you at night. He's always the big spoon unless he's laying on your chest with your hand in his hair. That's always when he falls asleep the fastest.

Leon is very appreciative of breakfast being made for him because he's an awful cook, but if you're tired, he'll order in without hesitation.

Any opportunity to take care of you that doesn't include actual danger is something Leon will never pass up. He knows that sometimes he isn't the most expressive, and this is just his way of making sure that you know he loves you.

He absolutely melts whenever you get him random little gifts and things "because you saw it and thought of him" because he's never really had someone to love him like that. As much fun as he thought his time with Ada was, being with you makes him feel like he's one of those cheesy Hallmark movies.

NSFW

The first thing Leon does after being away for more than 3 days if fuck you. You would think that he had been away for years the way that he acts like he's going to explode.

Leon is an absolute munch, and will spend so much time eating you out that you have to push him away when it becomes too much. He would do pretty much anything to eat you out all the time.

He is obsessed with putting you in a mating press and just fucking you until neither one of you can form a coherent thought.

Leon has ridiculous stamina, so be prepared to go multiple rounds. Leon wants to make you cum as many times as possible, so that you'll be feeling it for a day or two after.

It's very important to Leon that you're taken care of, so you can bet that Leon is gong all out for aftercare. You're getting a heated blanket, plenty of praise and cuddles, a warm washcloth to quickly clean you up, and a nice, warm cup of tea to relax with.

As much as Leon loves doing things for you, he won't turn down a nice surprise or two in the bedroom from you. He gets giddy seeing you on your knees just for him, especially whenever you tell him that he can be a bit rough with you.

Expect to be taken to your limits on nights like that, but also know that you're being spoiled for the next week after. He'll eat you out every morning and fuck you as many times as you want when you get back home after work.

[psychoticwillgraham]

tfw u have no cute mommy gf to submit to

[sayangrafayel]

LADS taking care of you when you have a cold.

A request. Getting over a cold could be a annoying sometimes, it halts you from doing daily activities and many more. So how would they take care of you during times like these?

Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Caleb.

Sylus

Him, the twins, and Mephisto are on their hand and foot to take care of you! Mom is sick! Everybody stop doing what you're doing and make her feel better first!

Makes sure you are hydrated: he prepares every kind of beverage (that's acceptable to drink when you have a cold).

Prepares a humidifier in every room of the base. It helps you breathe freely.

Xavier

Definitely tried his best to make you a warm soup, but somehow ruin the soup... so take out it is.

After you ate and drink your meds, he would lean in for a kiss and you stop him. But he kissed you anyway.

Gets sick the next day. "Totally worth it." Now you're both in bed getting over that cold together. Partners in everything, right? :)

Rafayel

You get emotional when you're sick and you became whinier and clingier. He loves it though, finally you're the same level as him.

Cough drops? Nasal spray? Humidifier? You name it. He has it. He made Thomas get them for you.

At one point you became so emotional and cried because you were suffering and this man hates seeing you in pain! Even more when you cry! So he cried too. And now you're both in his bedroom and crying together.

Zayne

There are two types of Zayne who's gonna take care of you. Your boyfriend Zayne and your primary care physician Doctor Zayne.

Your boyfriend Zayne, he's gonna cuddle you and spoil you. No need to worry about your germs! He's pretty much immune to them. Gives you hot chocolate if you ask.

Your doctor Zayne, he's strict. He makes sure to check your temperature every once in a while to make sure you're not developing a fever. Gives you prescription meds. You should listen to your doctor if you want to go out and hunt Wanderers again, young lady!

Caleb

Puppy sad. Puppy lounge in bed with you. You'd think he's the one who's having a cold! But he gets up every meal time to cook you your comfort food. Whatever it is.

Goes into full malewife mode. You want fruits? Done. Soup? Sure. Drinks? Just a sec! Cough drops? Ok! Nasal spray? Let him do it please!! He wants to!! It's not gross!!

Checks your vitals with his gadgets, 100%. If he notice a slight change in a bad way, he's ready to rush you to a hospital. We love our overprotective dramatic gege.

[boulderpunchinglover]

Bakugou as your boyfriend ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Boyfriend! Bakugou is wrapped around your finger. When you guys are out shopping, he will pay for everything you want. If you tell him that he doesn't have to do that, he will still buy everything for you. "Shut up... you deserve this and more." Bakugou always feels the need to spoil the one he loves the most(AKA you).

Boyfriend! Bakugou loves to cuddle with you. He prefers being the big spoon and holding your hand from behind. He loves holding you and knowing that you're there for him. He also likes it when you lay on his chest, where you could hear his heartbeat. He'll be the little spoon sometimes but, only when he's doing bad emotionally and needs your comfort.

Boyfriend! Bakugou is a lot softer than one would expect. He has several nicknames for you: Babe, cutie, brat, etc. But in public, he prefers to call you by your real name to avoid being teased for it later on (cough cough bakusquad).

Boyfriend! Bakugou will not scream at you, as he has a soft spot only for you. Even when you two are arguing, he refuses to scream at you. In an attempt to rile him up, he will just smirk, amused at your attempt to play-fight. "Babe, you aren't really mad, are you?"

Boyfriend! Bakugou cares about you to the point that he will nag you if you aren't taking care of yourself. "Idiot, start going to bed on time... You need your beauty sleep." sometimes he could be seen as harsh but, you know that he's only harsh because he cares about you. He loves you too much to see you neglect yourself.

Boyfriend! Bakugou was the one to confess first. For once, Bakugou was too shy to ask you out face to face. He instead, slipped a note in your backpack and just... waited for you to come up to him. Fat use when the note ended up being buried in your backpack before you could read it. He ended up biting the bullet and asking you out while you two were alone. And the rest is history <3

If you're shorter, Boyfriend! Bakugou's favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead. He will have the tendency to make fun of your short stature. If you're taller, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE kiss him on his forehead. He secretly loves it. If you do it public, he'll fuss at you for not warning him beforehand. But if you do it in private, he'll just smugly smile as you kiss him all over his face.

[missdynamighttt]

fantasizing about bf! katsuki paying for his pretty little girlfriend's nails because he wants to spoil you rotten.

at first, you were reluctant to book an appointment because you didn't have the time or the money. however, your pro hero boyfriend was wealthy, insistent, and super fucking stubborn.

“woman, if it’s something you want, i’ll pay for it," katsuki says softly, enjoying the feeling of resting his chin on the top of your head.

you were currently cuddling on your shared bed in the apartment, one of those slow days where you both had nothing to do but relax in each others arms. "i can drive you there if its a problem. no big deal.”

"katsuki, i can't ask you to do that," you say, looking up at him. "its too much. i'll just buy press ons or something—"

katsuki’s face scrunches up in the disgust at the idea of you using those press ons. back when you just moved in a few months into the relationship, those damn press ons were always everywhere around the apartment.

and sometimes, it'd get awkward when you're digging your nails into his flesh, moaning softly around him as he thrusts into you but then you make him stop half-way because your nail fell from the bed.

it got to the point where he found one of them under the drawer where you kept your... toys, and he knew they had to go. it took you some convincing, so he wasn't about let his hard work die in vain now.

"fuck no. i ain’t letting you walk around wearin' that cheap ass shit again," he scowled at you. "and the hell you can’t ask me. you're not askin', i'm offerin.”

"i dunno, katsuki..." you bit your bottom lip, reluctant to accept. it was nice that your boyfriend wanted to treat you but you couldn't help but feel guilty. "i don't wanna bother you. i don't need it that much 'nyway. and you could just spend your money on.. well, other things."

"the only thing botherin' me is you being difficult," he pouts at you, leaning down to give your lips a soft peck. "so, sweets, shut up. just let me take care of you, alright?"

and you were grateful you let him take care of you as you admired your freshly done nails a few days later, the glossy finish catching the light perfectly. you couldn’t stop smiling, especially when you remembered telling your nail tech about katsuki and she told you: "girl, hes so doing this because hes gonna propose. please say yes, for the love of god!"

of course, you wanted to express your gratitude for him. and what better way to thank him by wrapping your hands around his cock, fingers lingering on his length, showing off your new nails to him?

"fuck," katsuki hisses, breath shallow as he looks down at you. "god, baby, you look so pretty like this..."

you were on your knees, only wearing his shirt and your panties as a hand jerks off his length. the other holds his hand, fingers intertwined as you mouthed at his cock. you licked on the throbbing, pink tip, sucking the precum out of him with a blissed out expression.

you almost looked like you were in a trance. and seeing you there, looking all pretty and disheveled like a succubus, never failed to make his cock hard.

"yeah?" you look up at him with smiling eyes, pulling away from his cock with a soft, wet pop, rubbing a thumb on his aching tip before flicking your tongue at it again.

katsuki can’t hold back the soft moan that leaves his lips, his head lolling back as he tries to keep his breathing under control. he groans, his hips bucking against your touch.“fuckin' hell, woman, yeah.. so pretty.. just like that..."

katsuki's hand tightens around yours, looking at your newly manicured nails. he lifts your hand up, admiring them. the glossy finish really does look so pretty on you.

“fuck. they look so beautiful,” he murmurs, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "look so beautiful wrapped around my cock..."

"thank you, baby.." you flush a little, your tongue swirling around his tip. "..really appreciate it, i do. hope this serves as a nice thank you.."

katsuki’s face is tinged with a faint blush, his expression softening at your words.

“no need to thank me, sweets. your happiness is all the thanks i need. but this— shit,” he lets out a low moan when you suck on his tip again. "this is always.. a nice surprise..”

"surprise?" you smile. "you didn't think i'd do this to you..." you lap up his tip in between words. "after being so nice to me?"

katsuki lets out a quiet laugh, “you wanted to make me feel good, sweets? yeah? that why you’re on your knees for me?”

he gives you a playful grin, watching as your hand continues to move over his cock. his free hand tucks a strand on hair in between your ears, cupping your cheek. “always my good girl..”

you flush with embarrassment, thighs clenching from his words. "shut up.. bet if i bought you something you like, you'd go down on me too..."

katsuki can’t help but bark out a laugh at your comment, the image of you buying him a gift and him then going down on you was an appealing thought. but. he grabs your chin and tilts it up, forcing you to look at him and slowing down the pace.

“oh, baby. i’d make you feel so good. i'd eat you out like you were my last meal."

he gestures for you to open your mouth, his thumb tugging down your chin. and when you do, he suddenly spits on your tongue. you felt strangely vulnerable, swallowing it as his thumb rubs your swollen lips.

"but no way you’re buying me shit. that’s my job. to spoil you," his eyes darken at the sight of you sucking on his thumb, roaming over the concave of your mouth.

embarassment rose to your cheeks as you looked up at him, feeling flustered. "but... i wanna spoil you too."

he lets out a low hiss, feeling the vibrations of your hum around his thumb. he pulls his thumb out, his hand coming down to grab your chin, leaning down to face you.

"don't even think about it, sweets. i'm not asking," he tilts his head at you with a pout. "if you so much as buy me a pack of gum, i’m going to take you on a trip to bali."

your eyes widened in surprise, not sure how to, and voice your concern. a trip to bali would be great, but you just wanted to give him something too. "isn't that... uhm, isn't that a bit much?"

"don't give a shit. just let me have this one, alright?" he sighs, looking down at you.

"i want to take care of you," katsuki stroked your cheek with his thumb, a small smile creeping onto his face. "i like seeing that smile on your face when i do. makes me happy."

you felt your heart almost burst, looking at him with what feels like so much affection. he was just showing you so much love, how could you not melt?

katsuki knew he was getting soft, clicking his tongue at you. he scoffs, rolls his eyes and squeezes your cheek. "your nails looks cute anyway. got that?"

you bit your lip. whats the worse he could do when you bought him something anyway? after a moment of contemplation, you nodded, katsuki's grin spreading across his lips.

"good. now, get up here and gimme a kiss."

you nodded again, your heart racing as you stood up and perched yourself on his lap, breath hitching when you feel his cock press against your damp panties before pulling him in for a gentle, but passionate kiss.

katsuki groans into the kiss as you straddle his lap, his hands immediately finding your hips and pressing you down against his bulge. you can feel how hard he is beneath you, whimpering as he deepens the kiss.

“such a pretty thing,” katsuki murmurs, feeling how wet you are against him, looking down at the heat of your arousals. “gettin' me this hard and still having this on…”

katsuki's finger tugs on your panties as he kisses you in between words. he fists his cock, and hits the fat tip against your panties, hissing softly from underneath you. "you're so fuckin' wet, sweets, and i've barely even touched you..."

"katsuki..." you whimper, whining as you feel the head of his cock against you, almost kissing your clit through your panties. "please... can't handle it anymore... please, j-just—"

katsuki lets out a soft growl, leaning into your shoulder to bite on the curve of the skin. you squeal when you feel his lips and teeth graze your shoulder, sinking into your flesh, just wanting more of him, whining his name.

"please what, baby?" he murmurs, kissing the skin he's bruised on you. "be a good girl and use your words."

"wanna.. say thank you," you gasp, slowly grinding yourself on him. "please... please, fuck me.. katsuki.."

katsuki grins against your skin. there she was. his needy little thing he loved so much, practically begging to be ruined.

you’re suddenly on your back, the couch cushion soft against your back.

“atta girl.. now we’re getting somewhere,” his hands are already on your shirt, roughly yanking it up. “you gonna be a good girl and do what i tell you?”

you nodded eagerly, breathless as you let him strip you. not like you wanted anything else anyway. you tug down hard on your panties, tossing them to the floor and leaving you naked, your soft skin hitting the cold air.

katsuki watches as you kick off your panties, clearly looking all too pleased. he shifts, his torso hovering above you and caging you in between the couch. one hand moves up to your chin, pinning you to the couch and forcing you to look at him.

“you’re gonna cum screaming my name, got it?”

you hold onto his back, nodding as you whine from underneath him, ready to take what he could give you.

and when your newly-manicured nails digged into his skin as he thrusts into you, hot red nail marks decorating his back, katsuki felt nothing but pure bliss.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

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slow down | n. seishiro

✮ tags ; gn + afab!reader, fwb to lovers, implied dom reader, switching for the first time (kinda), unprotected sex, backshots, explicit smut, love confessions in the middle of sex, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.8k

✮ a/n ; im not taking questions at this time don't ask me anything. title from chase atlantic. dont say a word to me.

✮ synopsis ; when you ask him to fuck the sad out of you, nagi mostly does it because it's you.

but maybe it's worth doing again, if it makes you whine so pretty.

Something clicks.

It's weird. Nagi doesn't totally get why it happens now of all times. Figuring out he loves you mid-thrust seems silly, even for him.

It's not like this is the first time Nagi has ever had sex with you. He decided to fulfill your request of asking him to put in a little work while you hung out on shared day off.

He's used to the routine of you coming over to use him, more or less. He doesn't mind it at least. He doesn't think too deeply about it in general. Once you propositioned him to be your regular hook-up, Nagi couldn't find it in himself to voice a complaint.

Sex with you feels good, probably because being around you has always felt nice. You pamper him a little like Reo does, but you're... different, somehow. Nagi can't completely explain it. You have a different feeling to you like all of the ways you spoil him to you sort of come easy.

You said once that you like that you know what to expect with Nagi. It was easy not to hope or want for anything other than what you got.

He isn't sure why he's remembering all of this now. It's not the time. You're holding onto his pillow, muffling moans into it while you fuck yourself back on his dick and there are at least five things he should probably be more concerned with than what he's thinking about right now.

Maybe it's the same, really. He's still thinking of you. On the other hand that's all he ever does.

Nagi watches you, suddenly mesmerized by the view. He's not usually fucking you from this angle, but he can tell he's feeling you a lot deeper. The sex he's used to having is lazy and 'intimate' as you put it, too much for a hook-up. You're usually under his weight, or in his lap, or on your belly while he curls over you. You're usually the one controlling the pace, and if he is thrusting at all - he's usually doing it with his head totally empty. Chasing the pleasure with a mindlessness that feels comfortable. Cock heavy with need, thrusting into you - warm and wet, perfect around him.

The sex you have with Nagi is good, but above all it's comfortable. You come expecting him to get hard and do what you ask - which is easy.

This is not that.

But it's good. Maybe better. At the very least, new in a way he wants to explore.

You weren't even supposed to be having sex. Though that's usually the case - you'd told him before coming over that you weren't feeling quite up to it. You asked if it'd be okay if all you did was cuddle and of course it was.

Not wanting to have sex is one thing, but it was the abrupt difference in your mood that prompted his concern. You're usually upbeat and chatty - like to talk to his ear off even if he's not totally listening.

So it's weird when you crawl into his bed silent and almost moody, it's so obvious even Nagi can tell. And it worries him as is, but it worries him most when you get worked up enough to cry in front of him after he asks you what's wrong.

He's not usually good with stuff like that, so he uses the advice so he falls back on what he's used to. Asking if there's anything he can do.

You made a joke, between a sniffle. You could fuck the sadness out of me, I guess.

You weren't serious. But Nagi thought, well he could do that much. It doesn't bother him, since it's you and he has a day off. And it feels off to see you cry, so if he can get you stop - that'd be good.

Sex is different when Nagi is the one putting the work in. This is the delayed realization. He's never really thought about doing it - since the sex you have already is really good. He doesn't see the point in fixing what's not broken.

He likes it like this, he thinks. Even kissing you. It's fun, somehow. He's never seen you act like this before. Whining, sighing - something almost pitiful to you. You're expecting him to give up from what he can tell, at least from all the times you pull away from him—glassy eyed and giggly, asking if he's had his fun yet.

And honestly, Nagi is expecting it of himself too. He's done his job in making you feel better.

He's sort of surprised at how much he wants to keep going.

It feels good though. Euphoric. A sense of ego, he supposes. It feels good to know what he can do to you if he wants too, at any time.

He looks down at the evidence it and almost feels content.

You fuck yourself back onto him the second he moves and it makes him click his teeth just a bit. It bothers him somehow, in this specific instance. His hands find the soft flesh pudge of your hips and he thinks about how good you feel between his fingers as he holds you in place hard.

You wiggle yourself back against him desperately and in unconscious retaliation he pulls out completely. Your pussy gapes open at his absence - the first time he's ever seen inside. Swollen and sticky, fluttering as his thick cock lays against your cunt. Crystalline threads of pre-cum and arousal stick and cling to you both. Your pussy is glistening pretty under the low-lights, viscous threads of his own pre sticking against the hair of your pussy. Cock red, tip ruddy and throbbing.

Nagi rubs against you tentatively. Pleasure guides him, his hips finding the right angle to thrust against you but not quite inside. He can hear the moan you bite into the pillow and feels a strange sense of contentment mix with vague annoyance. It'd be better if he heard you loud and clear.

"Nagi-kun," You breathe out. It's the first time he's heard you say his name like that.

Something inside him jolts. It's the same realization he had before. He should tell you before it slips away.

"Again."

A pause. Nagi ruts his hips, forcing it out of you. "Nagi-kun."

"That's it," He mumbles, to himself. "I like that."

You make another garbled noise - force your hips back up and Nagi pulls away again, not on purpose. Somehow, he doesn't feel like giving you what you want quite yet. You do this, back and forth until you whimper, head turned over your shoulders.

"Why aren't you fucking me?" You whine, words filtered through thick tears, voice riddled with frustration. "Fuck me, already."

"Mm,"

Nagi doesn't want to make you beg. But he likes this feeling - whatever it is. How you act when he holds you in his palm. Doesn't want to make you small. Rather, you are like this. Cute. Makes him want to see everything else you could do in reply to him. Even if it means you might nip at him, somehow - if it's you, it wouldn't be bad. He rubs his cock again against your swollen cunt, sliding it between your thighs too for good measure. Gripping your hips even harder he fucks inbetween them with a sigh - head of his cock catching on your clit.

You keep moaning his name when he makes you feel good. The harder he goes, the more he smacks his his hips against your ass - not quite relieving the pressure in your gut you just keep crying out for him. It's nice to hear. That's all it is, really.

"Not my thighs," You whine. Nagi takes a breath, pushing a hand through his hair.

"Where?"

You make a noise, looking over at him from your shoulder - scandalized. "Are you serious?"

He doesn't reply or react, just keeps still. You groan.

"Fuck my pussy," You say, wincing at your own voice. "Want your dick inside me."

"Call me Seishiro,"

You blink absently, another desperate cry "Seishiro-kun," You breathe, soft and gentle and sincere. Cute. "Fuck me. Please?"

He nods. Doesn't say anything in reply - just grabs your hips and leans forward - a hand next to your head. Keep himself steady, and keep you upright.

Raw dick slick from sliding against your sex, tip heavy with pre-cum - Nagi stuffs his cock inside you in one go. Your pussy stretches around him with ease, accommodates his ridiculous length like it's done it time and again. He's felt it before, felt you before - but it's the first time he's really noticing just how much effort it must put in to do it. Somehow, he finds that endearing too.

His cock, thick and heavy and wanting - aches as he bottoms out. Sticky heat swallows him whole, his waist melting against your own and making him weak. It always feels good, but it never feels this good. Never feels good enough that he makes a noise any louder than a breath.

But he moans this time - shivers as his fingers sink into the plush of your hips and he grinds the tip of your cock against the very edge of your cervix. Your knees go weak underneath him, you'd buckle if he wasn't there to hold you upright.

Another wave of arousal spills around the girth of his cock, and you squeeze down on him tight. Oh. You like that. He does it again, mindlessly. You grow wetter, more desperate. All pulsing waves of heat and desire, Nagi can feel your legs tense as you get stimulated from the inside.

"Keep your hips up," Is all he says as he lets go, moving his hand around your waist until his fingers brush your clit. You gasp.

"Seishi—hicc,"

Words lost, Nagi rubs a circle into the throbbing bundle of nerves. Twitchy, restless under his fingers - he's practiced in this. Good with his hands, he starts slow until he finds a place it gets easy for him to do without putting any tension on the rest of him.

You're shaking before him. Nagi places an absent kiss on your shoulder blade. You keep half-way saying his name, stumbling on the syllables and sounds when he makes you feel good.

"Fuck," You're falling apart. He can hear it. "Quit touchin' me like that. I'll cum."

"Then cum,"

"I don't want to cum like this,"

"Then how?" He says. A delayed sense of understanding. "Oh, you want to cum on my cock?"

You clench down on him hard. Huh.

"That's it? Is that why you won't cum?"

"Sei-kun," You're so whiny like this. "You're being extremely unfair today."

"Am I? Sorry." He isn't sure if he means that. "Is that what you meant? You want to cum while I fuck you,"

You frown, voice barely above a whisper. "...Yeah. So quit it already,"

Nagi pulls out and you breathe a sigh of relief before he slams right back in. You almost scream, mouth fallen open. "Just tell me next time. It's fine."

Again. Your words die as soon as he moves. This was the right pace. The right everything. He can tell because your pussy keeps fluttering around him, slick walls trembling so violently each time he slides in and out. Gripping onto the hard length of his cock like you don't want him to pull out completely. Each time he gets close to doing so, you suck him in further. Milk his cock for all it's worth, his balls feeling suddenly heavy and tight. He moans in pre-emptive, at the thought of how good it's gonna feel unloading it in you.

"You feel so good." He says, appreciative. You whimper again. "Ah, see? It's so tight. Does it feel good for you?"

"Feels so good. Love when you fuck me Sei,"

Love. His thoughts loop back around again to what he was thinking about at the start.

"You feel good to me. Really good." And then, not thinking about it at all. "I love you,"

You tense, looking over your shoulder - looking out of it, dazed. Unsure. "W-what?"

"Huh? I said I love you,"

"S-Seishiro?"

Your pussy grinds down on him again. You liked hearing that, huh?

"I love you," He says, and you whimper - audible. "I wanted to tell you before."

"Sei—"

...!

He stops again before picking back upon a brutal pace almost instantly. It feels right. No mercy as he pounds his cock in and out of you - suddenly feeling like something's possessed.

Your hands reach back to try and push him out but they're so weak it's almost ticklish.

"Sorry. Later," He says, fucking you with every ounce of effort he can finds - rubbing your clit with nasty precision. Each moan sounds punched out of you, breathy and high. "You're so cute."

And you are, Nagi thinks. He's starting to understand. You're cute in a different way that everything else cute is. That's special to you. It's all so cute to him.

You repeat his name again and again. Nagi never gets sick of hearing you say it somehow. He wonders why it only just clicked that this is something he can have. He wishes he would've figured it out sooner.

"Sei," You say, mindless - unthinking. He can feel your whole body tighten, tension making your limbs wind back. Fingers clawing in the sheets, toes curled up, spine curving into a 'C' as the pressure in your gut slowly unravels and throbs around him.

Nagi keeps pace - multitasking well enough that you don't falter. Laser-focused, he wants to know what it's like to make you cum from his own hands. His own ego. He wants to know how you feel underneath when your body gives out from pleasure - in the same way he wants other things. Completely selfishly, a hunger gnawing in his gut as you get close to the edge. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow, doesn't falter. He pounds into you as you gasp and tremble without a sense of mercy.

Raw desire burrows itself into his chest and blooms inside the space between his bones. His eyes almost hurt from how hard he focuses.

Finally, you call his name once more - your cunt spasming relentlessly around him. Hot, so hot - his dick almost hurts from how hard he wants to cum before you.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck—cumming, I'm cumming!"

Nagi groans as you cum. His cock nearly slips out from how hard you pulse around him, waves of your own cum and arousal frothing around the base of his cock from how hard he fucks you. A wet liquid sprays against his thighs as he bottoms out while you ride your high. His own body gives up on holding back as soon as he feels you cumming.

Two thrusts more and he's spilling his seed into you full. Hot, thick ropes of cum paint your insides white as he pants. He almost collapses over you, the both of you breathing hard from exhaustion as the high starts to cum down. He can barely think.

It's annoying he's still hard, but he's not quite tired. He hasn't gone soft.

"Nagi-kun,"

"Seishiro," He corrects. You look over your shoulder at him in surprise. Nagi looks back plainly.

"Uhm. Right. Seishiro-kun. Did you...did you mean to say that?"

"What? That I love you?"

"Yeah. Or was it a heat of the moment thing?"

"Huh? Why would it be that?" He says, earnestly confused. For someone reason this makes you giggle. "I meant it. I just figured it out."

You pause. "...While we were having sex?"

"Huh? Yeah. You were really cute like that."

"What the—did you call me cute?"

"Yeah. Do you not like that?"

"I didn't—It's not that I didn't like it but it's... I would've never imagined you saying it to me,"

He wonders why. You're plenty cute. It's just that Nagi only recently really figured out what the word was. He shrugs. You chuckle.

"What were you going to do if I didn't like you?"

He pauses. "I didn't think about it. Do you not like me?"

You laugh harder this time. "That's so like you. I do like you, Sei-kun. I love you too,"

"Then it's fine," He hums., noncommittally. You giggle.

"I guess so."

A pause. Nagi loves the warmth of your body under him. He wants to keep cuddling but something bugs him.

"Can we go again like this? It won't go down."

...

"... Seriously? Normally it takes you a minute."

"I think it's cause you said you love me." Nagi adds.

"Oh my god. Did I just unleash something in you? You've never acted like this before, like ever."

Nagi shrugs. It'd be good to get use to it now, he thinks.

"Maybe. Can't we?"

You squirm underneath him and Nagi feels himself twitch. Your face warms. See? You're plenty cute, he thinks.

"...I guess it's fine."

He nods. "I wanna do it while looking at you this time. Okay?"

"God. Sure. Okay."