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emmiesoverthemoon · 2 days ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he’s so boyfriend: two

Pairings: choi seunghyun x reader / kwon jiyong x reader / kang daesung x reader

Word Count: 7,899

Summary: just cute little scenarios between u and each guy, the second edition! i got a little carried away this time,,, enjoy!!! part one here !

note: again, i purposely didnt include taeyang because he’s married and it felt weird to me so sorry about that! pls forgive me🙏🏻

you get stuck in the rain without an umbrella

jiyong: cheesy cliché

The first cold droplets splatter against your skin, a slow drizzle turning into a full-on downpour as Jiyong tugs you by the wrist, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Come on," he grins, "what kind of lovers would we be if we didn’t have a dramatic rain moment?"

"You’re ridiculous," you laugh, half-heartedly resisting, but he's already dragging you into the open, past the overhang of the café where you’d been taking shelter. The rain hits instantly, cool and shocking, drenching through your clothes in seconds.

Jiyong doesn’t care. His arms spread out like he’s drinking in the sky itself, hair slicked to his forehead, his white shirt clinging to his frame, becoming slightly see through—which did not go unnoticed by you. He looks like he belongs in a movie—some reckless, lovestruck fool dancing in the middle of a storm, eyes twinkling as he turns to you.

You shake your head, exasperated but grinning. "You're actually crazy."

"And yet," he steps closer, looping his arms around your waist, "you love me."

You roll your eyes, but it’s true.

The world fades into soft, grey static, the rain a gentle rhythm on pavement, against your skin, the chill soaking through to your bones. Jiyong sways you, humming some old love song you don’t recognize, his laughter mixing with the music of the storm. He spins you once, then twice, and you go along with it, both of you slipping and sliding on wet pavement, giggling like idiots.

Then, he stops. Looks at you like you're the only thing worth seeing. His hands cup your face, fingers damp and chilled, but his lips—when he finally presses them against yours—are warm, sweet, lingering like he wants to stay in this moment forever.

It’s perfect.

At least, until reality smacks you both in the face.

Jiyong pulls back, blinking through the rain. “Wait—how are we getting home?”

Your eyes widen. “Oh my god, your car—”

The two of you whip around to stare at his sleek, very dry sports vehicle parked under the streetlamp. As if on cue, a fat droplet slides off the tip of your nose.

Jiyong curses. “We’re gonna soak the seats.”

You groan. “We should’ve thought this through.”

But then he’s laughing—loud, carefree, absolutely unapologetic—and you can’t help but join in. The two of you bolt for the car, jumping into the seats with a wet splat. Jiyong winces as he grips the wheel, his soaked clothes sticking to the leather.

You glance at him, half-scolding, half-amused. "You and your movie moments."

He flashes you a cheeky grin. “Worth it.”

And as the car fills with the scent of rain and the sound of your shared, breathless laughter, you think—yeah. Maybe it was.

daesung: the noble sacrifice

The afternoon rain had started softly, a gentle pitter-patter against the windows of the café. But the moment you and Daesung stepped outside, it was like the sky couldn’t hold back anymore. The downpour began, soaking everything in an instant, and you squealed, pulling your jacket closer around yourself.

Daesung, ever the charmer, paused and dramatically looked at you, his eyes widening. “You’re cold,” he stated, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, no kidding, Daesung. It's raining cats and dogs out here,” you quipped, pulling your collar higher to shield yourself from the storm.

Without a second thought, Daesung grinned, took off his hoodie, and threw it over your head. "Here, wear this. It'll keep you warm!"

You blinked in surprise. "You’re giving me your hoodie?"

“Yes!” he said with such conviction, as if he had just solved all your problems. “It’s the most romantic thing I could do for you right now.” He puffed his chest out proudly, clearly thinking he had pulled off something dramatic and sweet.

You looked at him, blinking in confusion. “Daesung, it’s a little too big for me. I’m literally drowning in this thing…”

“Exactly! It’s cozy!” He smiled, oblivious to the fact that you were now swimming in fabric, practically a human tent.

“I can barely see through this thing,” you chuckled, your arms struggling to keep the oversized hoodie from dragging you down. But Daesung was so proud of his “romantic gesture” that you didn’t want to crush his excitement.

The rain continued to pour harder, soaking your hair, your shoes, and his hoodie, which was now weighed down with water. "Okay, Daesung, let’s be honest here," you said, laughing as you started to walk, “I’m pretty sure this wasn’t the most practical choice…”

He looked down at the way the hoodie dripped water and then back up at you with the most earnest expression on his face. “No… no it wasn’t.”

And then, like a lightbulb moment, he grinned widely. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not fun!”

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Daesung skipped into a nearby puddle, splashing water up to your knees. You gasped, stepping back. “Daesung!”

He threw his hands up in victory. “Splash fight, right now!”

You didn’t need another invitation. With a laugh, you jumped into the next puddle you saw, sending water flying in all directions. Daesung mirrored your moves, and soon, the two of you were splashing around like children, laughing at how ridiculous everything was.

“Who’s winning, huh?!” Daesung shouted between fits of laughter, his hoodie now thoroughly soaked and stuck to his body.

“You’re about to get drenched even more, Daesung!” you warned, trying to dodge his next splash.

“Not if I beat you to it!” He lunged, catching you by surprise with a gentle splash straight to your face.

You gasped dramatically, wiping your face, and then, grinning like a mischievous child, threw a full splash back at him. “Take that!”

By the time you both had thoroughly soaked each other, you could hardly keep up with the laughter, dripping wet and barely able to stand up straight from all the giggling.

“I swear,” you said between laughs, “this has to be the most ridiculous thing we’ve done.”

Daesung wiped water from his eyes, his cheeks flushed from the cold and the fun. “We’re pretty amazing, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, amazing,” you chuckled, now fully drenched but not caring one bit. “Just a bit impractical, though.”

“Well,” Daesung grinned, “the hoodie still looks cute on you. Even if it’s a bit too big.”

You nodded, still laughing. “That’s because I’m wearing your impractical hoodie, genius.”

He just smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close despite the water soaking into both of you. “Worth it.”

seunghyun: nice and 'prepared'

The rain had caught you both off guard. You had barely made it out of the café before the skies opened up, and now you were both caught in a downpour with no umbrella in sight. You pulled your jacket closer to your body, shivering from the sudden chill.

Seunghyun, with his usual cool demeanor, looked over at you, eyes scanning the weather. Then, with a small sigh, he glanced at you with a sheepish smile. "I... may have left the umbrella in the car," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. "But hey, we’re here now."

You shot him a playful look. "Did you think this rain was going to hold off until we got back?" you teased, your voice full of amusement despite the situation.

Seunghyun raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on his lips. "Hey, I was the one who checked the forecast this morning, okay? You can't blame me for forgetting one small detail."

The two of you stood there for a moment, both laughing at the irony of it all. Without missing a beat, Seunghyun grabbed your hand and started to jog in the direction of the car. "Alright, let's just make a run for it. We'll beat the rain."

You both ran, your feet splashing through puddles as the water soaked you from head to toe. Seunghyun stayed close, but in that classic Seunghyun way, he was still trying to stay cool about it—one hand casually holding yours, the other wiping his wet hair out of his face.

Halfway to the car, you started to laugh, the situation completely ridiculous but somehow perfect. “I can't believe we’re doing this," you said, breathless from both the running and the laughter.

“I can’t believe I forgot the umbrella,” Seunghyun responded, his voice tinged with mock annoyance, but the playful glint in his eye told you everything. "But hey, look on the bright side. It’ll be a great story to tell later."

As you both reached the car, laughing and dripping wet, Seunghyun opened the door for you, then paused to look at your soaked state. “Well,” he said, running his fingers through his hair and smirking, “at least we’re in this together.”

You couldn't help but smile, the day’s misadventures only making him more endearing. "Next time," you said with a grin, "you better bring the umbrella."

“Deal,” he said with a wink, pulling you into the car. "Next time, we’ll be dry. Hopefully."

locked in a small space

jiyong: seven minutes

You and Jiyong had somehow ended up stuck in a small, cramped pantry together. It wasn’t intentional, of course. Just a random series of events that had led to both of you being trapped in the tiny space, the door somehow locking behind you.

You leaned back against the only wall without shelving units, arms crossed, trying to make the best of the situation. "Well, this is... great," you said, laughing a little despite the light awkwardness. "Guess we’re stuck here for a bit."

Jiyong, on the other hand, didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, the small, confined space seemed to only amuse him. He flashed that playful smirk of his, leaning in closer, and with a teasing glint in his eye, he gave you a seductive once-over.

"You know," he started, voice low and smooth, taking a step toward you, "this is like a movie 7 minutes in heaven situation, isn’t it?"

You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden change in attitude. “Jiyong, really?”

He took a step closer, his body pressed against yours now, and he leaned in even more. "I mean," he said, his voice practically a whisper, "you know what I can do in 7 minutes?" His eyes glinted with mischief as his hands brushed lightly against the edge of your sleeve.

You froze for a second, a little caught off guard by how close he suddenly was. The small space made everything feel just a bit more intimate, and Jiyong’s teasing, flirtatious energy only amplified the tension.

“Stop it,” you said, trying to sound serious, though you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

Jiyong chuckled softly, his hands now flush to your waist, holding you against him. “What?” he asked innocently, though there was nothing innocent about the way his eyes were locked onto yours. “I’m just making the most of the situation.”

You shook your head, but an embarrassed smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "You really know how to make the best of being in a tight spot, huh?"

Jiyong grinned mischeviously, his lips just inches from yours now, his teasing energy completely undeniable. “Tight spots are my specialty.”

seunghyun: closeness is most comfortable

You and Seunghyun had been in a rush earlier that day, trying to get everything done before the storm hit. But now, here you were—stuck in an elevator, and it didn’t seem like it was going anywhere anytime soon. The storm raged outside, the rain hammering against the metal walls, but inside the elevator, it was just the two of you.

Seunghyun, as usual, didn’t seem phased by the situation. He gave you a smile that was part mischievous, part carefree, as if this was just another little hiccup in your day. And, to be fair, it was.

“Well, since we’re stuck, might as well get comfortable,” he said, his tone entirely too casual, and before you could even respond, he lowered himself to sit against the back wall of the elevator with a sigh of contentment. Without missing a beat, he pulled you into his lap, settling you there like it was the most normal thing in the world.

You blinked in surprise, but as always with Seunghyun, it didn’t take long to adjust. You were already used to his easy, affectionate nature, and the small space didn’t even faze him. He simply wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close with a lazy grin on his face.

“Seunghyun,” you started, trying to keep your voice serious, but it was hard when you could feel the warmth of his body, and he looked so comfortable already. “Is this really necessary?”

He shrugged as if it were the most logical thing. “Of course. We’re stuck in here. No point in standing around being all stiff and uncomfortable.” His hands casually rested on your waist, his fingers tapping a gentle rhythm against the fabric of your shirt. “I like being close to you anyway. Plus, I’m not going anywhere. Might as well make the best of it.”

You tried not to laugh, but the way he was acting so nonchalant about it made it impossible. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Seunghyun only chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face before letting his hand rest there. “I’m just making the most of our time together. No point in being grumpy when I get to hang out with my favorite person, right?”

You smiled, shaking your head at his antics. Of course, he would make something so normal feel like an adventure. But that was Seunghyun for you—easygoing and always making the best of everything, even a stuck elevator.

And before you knew it, the moment had become comfortable. You let yourself settle into his embrace, leaning your head on his shoulder as the sounds of the storm outside became a distant hum. “You’re right,” you said, your voice soft, “I guess this isn’t so bad after all.”

“See?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, still holding you close. “Stuck in a small space with you, just the two of us? Could be worse. Plus, this is the best kind of company.”

And just like that, the storm outside seemed far away, and all that mattered was being there, in that small, quiet space with Seunghyun. It was something that had long since become normal for the two of you—the comfort of being close, no matter where you were.

daesung: an attempt of an icebreaker

You and Daesung had found yourselves trapped in the cramped supply closet after a series of unfortunate events. The door had somehow swung shut behind you, and now you were both stuck in the small space, with barely enough room to breathe, let alone move.

As you shifted, trying to make yourself a little more comfortable, you suddenly became acutely aware of how close Daesung was. His shoulder brushed against yours, and the proximity between you both seemed to magnify everything. The air felt heavier, and even the tiniest movements felt like they were echoing in the tiny room.

Daesung, usually so confident and easygoing, froze. His body went completely still, as though he was suddenly aware of every inch of space between you two, or rather, the lack of it. His eyes darted to the side, then quickly down, and then up again—clearly avoiding your gaze. A nervous smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he scratched the back of his neck.

“So...” Daesung mumbled, his voice suddenly much quieter than usual, a touch of awkwardness in his tone. “You come here often?”

You blinked, unsure if he was joking or genuinely trying to break the tension. His face was slightly flushed, and the nervous energy radiating from him was almost tangible. You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at how awkward his attempt to break the silence sounded.

Daesung immediately went redder, his eyes widening as he realized what he'd just said. “Wait, no! That—ugh, forget I said that.” He quickly flailed a hand in the air, clearly embarrassed by his choice of words.

You smirked, enjoying the rare moment of seeing him flustered. “Oh my god, Daesung. Really? 'You come here often'?" You teased, trying to keep your voice light. “That’s your icebreaker?”

He fidgeted, clearly not knowing how to recover from his awkwardness. "I—I mean, I don’t really have a backup line, okay? I was just trying to say something to—y'know—ease the tension." He chuckled nervously, his fingers still anxiously twitching as he tried to regain some composure.

You were absolutely charmed by how flustered he was. There was something so endearing about seeing Daesung, the confident and carefree guy everyone knew, suddenly so unsure of himself. “You’re so cute when you’re nervous,” you said, teasing him gently.

Daesung looked at you, eyes wide, as his face turned even redder. “Stop, I can’t take this,” he muttered, trying to hide his face in his hands, but the small space made it impossible for him to escape from the situation. His fingers rubbed the back of his neck in nervous habit, as if he could distract himself from how awkward it was. “This wasn’t part of the plan.”

"Well," you said, leaning a little closer, still amused by the situation, "you’re stuck with me now. You might as well make the best of it."

Daesung exhaled sharply, trying to seem nonchalant, but the way his eyes flicked down at your hand brushing against his arm gave him away. "Right... I guess I could get used to the whole... 'stuck in a closet' thing," he said with a sheepish grin, though he still couldn't seem to make eye contact.

You chuckled, the tension slowly fading as you both stood there, practically shoulder to shoulder, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours. The awkwardness was still lingering, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was... sweet. Daesung wasn’t perfect, and it was moments like this—vulnerable and unsure—that made him even more endearing.

"You know," you said with a playful grin, "you could have at least said, 'Nice weather we're having' if you really wanted to be awkward."

Daesung gave you a mock glare, but his smile was already returning. "You’re just full of great ideas, huh? I’ll keep that one in my back pocket next time."

You laughed softly. "Well, it’s always a good one for the next awkward situation."

For a moment, neither of you said anything, and the silence was comfortable now. You were close enough to feel the warmth from Daesung’s body, but the situation didn’t feel quite as claustrophobic anymore. The rain outside had picked up a little, and all you could hear was the soft pitter-patter on the windows.

“You still think we’re gonna get out of here soon?” Daesung asked, his voice quieter now, the playful edge replaced with a bit of genuine curiosity.

You smiled, brushing your hand against his arm gently. “Honestly, I have no idea. But if we’re stuck here longer... at least we’ve got each other, right?”

Daesung’s eyes softened at that, and for a moment, his usual carefree energy returned, the shy awkwardness melting away. “Yeah,” he said with a quiet smile, "at least we’ve got that."

And somehow, in that tiny, awkward space, everything felt just right.

absentmindedly playing with hands or hair

seunghyun: perfect balance of collected and confident

Publicly, Seunghyun doesn’t even give the slightest indication that your touch is having any effect on him. On the outside, he’s the same calm, collected presence he always is—quiet, reserved, and effortlessly cool. But the moment your fingers slip into his hair, gently running through the strands, there’s a subtle shift. His jaw tightens for a fraction of a second, and his eyes soften, though he doesn’t dare to look at you fully. The corners of his mouth twitch just enough to show his enjoyment, but it’s so fleeting, most wouldn’t notice. He’s melting inside, completely at ease, as if the world around him has slowed to a halt. Your touch has this uncanny way of unwinding every bit of tension from his body. He feels a warmth spread through him that’s more soothing than anything else. He’s swooning, mentally, but there’s not a word spoken, no public display—just a quiet relaxation that only you can bring. In fact, he makes sure to keep his composure outwardly, so no one can ever guess just how much your simple touch is affecting him. His hand might twitch, ready to grab yours and pull you a little closer, but in the end, he just lets the moment pass, silently appreciating it.

But as soon as you're in private, everything changes. The calm and collected Seunghyun you know in public is nowhere to be found. Instead, he becomes a little more smug, a little more self-assured. He knows exactly what effect you have on him, and now it’s your turn to feel that same effect. He watches you with a teasing grin, leaning in just close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin. His eyes flicker down to where your hands are—already making their way to him, unable to resist touching him, even just for a moment. “Can’t keep your hands off me, hm, princess?” he says, his voice low and smooth, dripping with playful confidence. The words are casual, but the glint in his eyes tells a different story—one that says he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

Before you can even answer, he grabs your hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles with a flourish, like he’s making some grand gesture. “Are my hands that interesting?” he teases, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes growing.

You nod far too eagerly, your excitement spilling over, and Seunghyun’s grin only widens, enjoying the fact that he has this power over you. “A bit too excited, aren’t we?” he comments, amusement dancing on his features as he brings your hand back down. Then, with a soft but unmistakable shift, he pulls you closer by the waist, his arms settling around you possessively. “You’re so easy to read, you know that?” he adds, the teasing in his tone laced with something a little deeper—something soft, though wrapped in all the cocky confidence that makes him him.

His lips hover near your ear for just a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “But I don’t mind it,” he whispers, his smile turning a little softer. “I like knowing you’re mine.”

You can't help the way your heart flutters at his words, the warmth of his hands, and the complete shift from teasing to affection. He’s playful, but in moments like this, you can feel how completely he’s wrapped around you—and you around him, just as much.

daesung: return to sender

Publicly or privately, Daesung simply does not care—he is absolutely devoted to making sure you feel loved and appreciated at all times. It’s like a natural instinct for him, no matter where you are or who’s around. When it comes to you, there’s no such thing as too much affection, too many thoughtful gestures, or too many ways to show you how much he cherishes you. If you softly touch his hand, his first reaction is to kiss it. Not just a quick peck, but a tender, lingering kiss, as if he’s holding your hand for the first time all over again. He makes sure it’s clear that your touch is the most precious thing in the world to him. Then, after pulling away, he will massage your hand, gently rubbing each knuckle and the palm as if he’s trying to give you all the warmth and love he has to offer, a soft, soothing rhythm that mirrors the way his heart beats when you’re near.

If you fix his hair, Daesung is positively glowing with happiness. Instead of just saying thank you and leaving it at that, he wants to return the favor, and he does so in his own, playful, and sweet way. "Well, if you're fixing my hair, I guess it’s only fair that I try doing yours," he’ll say, his grin making his eyes sparkle. He’ll carefully take your hair between his fingers, running them through the strands with such tenderness it feels almost reverent. His fingers move gently, as though he’s trying to memorize the feeling of caring for you in this way. It’s a simple act, yet there’s so much love behind it, and you can feel the warmth of his affection in every delicate stroke. The moment is intimate, calming, and grounding—one where you can feel how much he treasures being this close to you.

And if you touch his arm, well, that’s when Daesung completely takes over. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. Without hesitation, he’s right behind you, his hands moving to your shoulders in an instant. His touch is light but strong, as his fingers knead the tension out of your muscles. He massages slowly, with so much care, making sure every inch of stress is melted away. You might have touched his arm, but now he’s the one caring for you, taking that moment to pamper you instead of being pampered. The way his hands move is almost instinctual—he’s so gentle, so considerate, it feels as if he’s giving you the world with just a simple massage. What was meant to be a brief act of tenderness towards him turns into a quiet, loving act of service from him to you.

Daesung isn’t just about the grand gestures; he knows that love is often shown through the small, everyday moments—these tiny, thoughtful acts that say everything without needing a word. And he makes sure you know, every single day, just how much you mean to him, through all the little things he does to make you feel cherished, adored, and completely cared for. To him, it’s the small moments that truly matter, the ones that prove just how deeply he loves you, because he knows that love is in the details.

jiyong: inked stories

Jiyong, always effortlessly calm and composed, never questions when you begin tracing over his hands or arms, just allowing you to do whatever you wish. It’s as if there’s an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a quiet rhythm that feels so natural. He finds solace in it, as if your touch grounds him in a way words never could. Every movement you make is met with patience and a soft smile, and he’s absolutely enchanted by the way you seem to get lost in these moments—tracing the lines of his palms, following the curves of his arms. It’s intimate in its simplicity, and it’s something he looks forward to without even realizing it.

What truly makes his heart swell, though, is when your fingers trace over his tattoos. He knows you adore them. He’s aware of how your eyes light up when your fingers skim the ink, the designs he’s carried with him through his journey. They’re more than just tattoos to him; they’re pieces of his past, each one telling a story. But seeing you trace them so reverently, with such love and appreciation, makes him feel something deeper—like those tattoos are even more meaningful because you’re the one noticing them, the one paying attention to these parts of him that aren’t immediately obvious. He treasures that you take the time to appreciate the things that define him, to make him feel seen in such a personal way.

“You always make my tattoos look so much better,” he says with a teasing grin, though there’s an underlying sincerity in his words. He catches your gaze as your fingers hover over one of the designs on his arm, a smile tugging at his lips. “I think you’re the only one who sees them the way I do.”

You glance up at him, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you continue tracing the intricate patterns. “I just think they’re beautiful. You’ve got stories etched on your skin, and I love hearing them without words.”

His heart skips a beat at that, and he watches you for a moment, his eyes softening. “I’ve got all these tattoos, but none of them mean as much as the way you look at them,” he admits quietly, his thumb brushing over your wrist.

When you’re satisfied, when you finally pull your hands away, Jiyong doesn’t rush. His fingers gently close around yours, his thumb softly running over the back of your hand, his touch warm and steady. He intertwines your fingers together without a second thought, his hand enveloping yours like it was always meant to be. There’s something tender, something almost reverent about the way he holds you, like he’s holding onto something precious. His eyes meet yours, soft and full of affection, the quiet intimacy between you both speaking volumes. He doesn’t need to say anything—he already knows. The connection is there, woven into the smallest gestures, the ones that speak the loudest, and he treasures every second of it.

he walks in on you singing (you're amazing)

daesung: harmonies and vocal training

You’re mid-song, completely lost in the melody, when a second voice slips in seamlessly with yours. At first, you don’t think much of it—just an echo in your head, maybe a trick of the music. But then it grows stronger, harmonizing perfectly, the warmth of familiarity making your stomach flip.

You freeze.

Daesung.

Before you can react, he’s no longer just harmonizing—he’s belting at full power like he’s center stage at the biggest concert of his career. The walls practically vibrate with his voice, and you let out an involuntary yelp, startled out of your skin.

He yells back, louder, eyes wide, like he’s the one who’s been caught.

There’s a split second of stunned silence where you just stare at each other, and then, as if on cue, you both burst into laughter.

“I—Why did you scream?!” he wheezes, clutching his stomach, barely able to get the words out between giggles.

“Why did YOU scream?!” you shoot back, still trying to process the sheer volume of what just happened.

He grins, eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes a step closer. “Okay, but seriously,” he says, nudging you. “You’ve been hiding that voice from me? From me? I literally sing for a living, and you didn’t think to mention this?”

You groan, face heating. “It’s not like I was hiding it—”

Daesung cuts you off with a dramatic gasp. “So you mean you just forgot to tell me you’re secretly amazing? Wow. Betrayal.”

You shove him lightly, rolling your eyes, but he’s already launching into another playful over-the-top vocal run, still grinning ear to ear. Then, before you can protest, he throws an arm around you and sways dramatically, humming the melody you were just singing.

“You know,” he says, eyes twinkling with mischief, “I think I should become your vocal coach. We’ll train every day—warm-ups in the morning, practice in the afternoon. We can do duets! Matching stage outfits! A unit name! Oh, this is happening.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on,” he whines, giving you a gentle shake. “I’m Daesung! It’s literally my job to make people sing. And now that I know you have this secret talent, I have to help you unleash your full potential.”

“I don’t need to unleash anything—”

“Too late. You’ve been discovered.” He gasps again, eyes gleaming with fake betrayal. “Unless… unless you hate my singing! Oh no. That’s why you didn’t tell me, isn’t it? You’re tired of hearing my voice.”

You snort. “You are so dramatic.”

“I have to be. For the industry.” He puffs out his chest, then nudges you again. “So? When’s our first rehearsal?”

You sigh, shaking your head, but you can’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

"Tomorrow morning? Great! I'll see you in the morning baby!" He excitedly ran out of the room, causing you to laugh aloud—you live together you will see him as soon as you exit the room as well. Oh, Daesung.

seunghyun: totally starstruck

You don’t notice him at first.

You’re too lost in the song, letting the melody spill effortlessly from your lips, the way it wraps around the air like something tangible, something alive. It’s just you, your voice, and the quiet room—until the weight of a gaze suddenly makes you falter.

You glance up, startled, and there he is.

Seunghyun stands frozen in the doorway, eyes wide, lips parted slightly as if he had something to say but forgot how to speak. His entire posture—still, rigid, like he’s afraid to move—tells you everything before he even opens his mouth.

“…Do that again.”

His voice is hushed, reverent, but there’s an intensity beneath it, like this moment is something sacred.

You blink, suddenly self-conscious. “What?”

“Sing again.” He steps closer, slow and deliberate, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he moves too fast. “Please.”

You let out a flustered laugh, trying to shake off the weight of his stare. “Seunghyun, it’s really not—”

“It is,” he interrupts, shaking his head, still looking at you like he’s seeing something unreal. “Why aren’t you doing this as a career?”

You scoff, shifting awkwardly under his unwavering gaze. “Because I couldn't get up on stage in front of people! I got anxious when I found out only you were listening—”

“Ridiculous,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “That’s ridiculous.” He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair like he’s trying to process something huge. “You sound better than—” he hesitates, eyes flickering over your face as if searching for the right words. When he finds them, his voice is almost breathless. “Better than anyone I’ve ever heard. Ever.”

Your face warms under the intensity of his words, but he isn’t done.

Suddenly, he’s closer—so close that you barely register the moment his hands find yours, his grip firm but gentle, grounding. “Let me record you,” he says, almost pleading. “Sample your voice. Something. Anything.”

You laugh, flustered, shaking your head. “Seunghyun, no—”

He ignores your protest, his thumbs brushing lightly over your knuckles, his gaze still holding that same quiet, devastating awe. “I need to hear you like that again.” A pause. “Do you know what you just did to me?”

You swallow hard, unsure how to respond, because you’re the one who feels undone under the weight of his devotion.

To him, it’s like he’s falling in love all over again. And he has no intention of getting back up.

jiyong: your first fanboy

You’re lost in the music again, wrapped in your own little world, when you suddenly feel a presence behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and instinctively, you turn—only to find Jiyong standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a smug grin plastered across his face. His eyes gleam with mischief, and you can already tell that he's about to make this moment so much more than it needs to be.

“You really didn’t think to tell me about this?” he teases, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “I mean, I knew you were talented, but this?” He shakes his head as if he’s genuinely offended. “I’m hurt, baby.”

You roll your eyes, chuckling nervously. “It’s not a big deal, Jiyong.”

“Not a big deal?” he scoffs, already pulling his phone out of his pocket. “You’re basically a superstar and you never even mentioned it? Unbelievable. Well, if you won’t tell me, I guess I’ll just have to do it for you.”

Before you can protest, he taps his phone screen and a playlist of your favorite songs starts playing. He uses his phone as a makeshift lightstick, dramatically waving it in the air as he steps forward, his smirk never leaving his face. “Alright, let’s do this properly,” he announces, as though he’s about to manage a full-scale performance.

You laugh, feeling completely exposed now, but Jiyong’s energy is infectious. He steps into the middle of the room, sets his phone down on a nearby table, and hits play on the next song. He starts dancing around you, pretending to be the most enthusiastic fan, fully immersing himself in the “show.” Every so often, he pulls exaggerated, overly dramatic dance moves—his “fanboy” act is too much, and you can’t help but giggle.

“You’re so cheesy,” you say, trying to hide your embarrassment, but also thoroughly entertained.

“You love it,” he grins, spinning you around like you're both part of some spontaneous duet. “You’re welcome. This is the kind of spotlight you deserve.”

As the song comes to a close, he steps back, using his phone to “judge” your performance like a panelist on some reality show. “And a perfect ten! Unbelievable! You’re incredible, but I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me all this time,” he teases, dramatically wiping away a fake tear.

You roll your eyes, but your heart is full of affection. “I wasn’t hiding it, Jiyong. I just—”

“Nope!” he interrupts, cutting you off with a hand up. “You’re a star. And I knew it.” He pauses, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. “I think you were just trying to keep all the attention for yourself, huh?”

You can’t help but laugh at his theatrics. “You’re unbelievable.”

Jiyong just winks, sweeping you into his arms. “I’m just the best manager ever. Now, go on, show me the next song, superstar.”

returning home after a tour and finding out you missed him

seunghyun: human charger

The second you opened the door, Seunghyun was standing there, looking composed as ever—hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly, that unreadable expression on his face. But his eyes. His eyes gave him away.

“You’re back,” you breathed, a little stunned even though you knew he was coming home today. It still felt surreal after all those weeks apart. “I missed you so much Seunghyun.”

For a fraction of a second, his lips twitched—like he was fighting back the urge to actually react. Then, with the smoothest, most indifferent tone, he said, “Oh? You missed me?” He let out a soft scoff, looking off to the side. “That’s funny. I didn’t even notice you weren't with me.”

Before you could even pretend to be offended, he had already closed the space between you, wrapping his arms around you tight. No hesitation, no delay. Like he had been holding himself back for far too long, and now that you were in front of him, he wasn’t wasting another second.

You melted into him, letting yourself be enveloped in his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the weight of his chin resting on your shoulder. “Liar,” you murmured, smiling against the fabric of his jacket.

His arms only tightened around you in response.

It wasn’t until later that you noticed the real extent of how much he had actually missed you.

The next morning, when you asked about his schedule, he just shrugged, sitting comfortably on the couch with you wrapped up in his hold. “Cleared it,” he said simply, scrolling through his phone.

“…Cleared it?” You blinked. “Like—what do you mean, cleared it?”

“I mean exactly that.” He didn’t even look up. “No meetings. No interviews. No rehearsals. Nothing. I’m busy.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Busy doing what?”

At that, he finally glanced at you, expression unreadable for just a moment before he spoke, voice completely steady—like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Being here. Need to recharge. You're my charger,” His words were so matter-of-factly that you had no case if you were to deny what he said—you would be crazy to do that.

You stared at him, equal parts exasperated and endeared. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you love me.” He smirked, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he tugged you closer.

You sighed, defeated, and let yourself melt into him. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I really do.”

He hummed, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple. “Good. Because I’m not letting you out of my sight for a while.”

And sure enough, for the next few days, he refused to let you go anywhere without him. If you had errands? He was coming with you. If you had plans? He adjusted them so you could stay in instead. If you so much as moved from the couch, his arm would subtly tighten around you, an unbreakable vise grip that you welcomed warmly.

daesung: everything is a reminder of you

The moment Daesung stepped through the front door, his suitcase rolling behind him, his face lit up the second he saw you. He barely had a chance to say anything before you blurted it out.

“I missed you.”

For a brief second, he just stared at you, his eyes widening as if those words had flipped some switch inside him. Then, suddenly, his whole expression softened into the warmest, most radiant smile.

“You missed me?” His voice was filled with so much genuine happiness, like he couldn’t believe it even though he had been hoping to hear it. Then, before you could even answer, he closed the space between you in a heartbeat, wrapping you up in his arms. “Oh my god, I missed you too! You know that, I told you every day by text, but it wasn’t the same.”

You laughed against his shoulder, feeling how tightly he was holding you, like he had been waiting for this moment the entire tour. He smelled like airport air and faded cologne, but underneath it was something distinctly him, something that made you want to stay right there forever.

Then, just as suddenly as he had hugged you, he pulled back, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “Oh! Wait! I got you something.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Something?”

Daesung grinned. “Okay... maybe a few things.”

And then he grabbed his suitcase, unzipped it with so much enthusiasm that you swore he almost broke the zipper, and started pulling out item after item after item.

“This reminded me of you.” He placed a small trinket in your hands—a keychain shaped like a little cartoon animal, one of your favorites.

“And this one too. Oh, and this! I saw this and immediately thought of you.” A little stuffed animal, then a handmade bracelet, then a snack from one of the local markets.

You watched in awe as the pile kept growing. “Daesung, how much stuff did you buy?”

He looked sheepish but only for a second before laughing. “A lot… but I couldn’t not get them! Everywhere I went, something reminded me of you, and I kept thinking, ‘Oh, she would love this!’ And I couldn’t just choose one thing, so I got everything.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of souvenirs but also by the sentiment behind them. He had spent all that time away, traveling from city to city, but he had still been thinking of you the entire time.

Your chest felt warm, overflowing with affection. “You’re ridiculous,” you murmured, shaking your head, but you were smiling, and he knew you weren’t mad in the slightest.

Daesung beamed. “Ridiculously in love with you.” Then he held up one more thing—his arms, wide open. “Now come here and let me make up for all that lost time.”

And, of course, you didn’t hesitate to fall right back into his embrace.

jiyong: planning and eavesdropping

The moment you sighed out the words—“I missed you.”—Jiyong stilled. His lips parted slightly, eyes glinting with something smug. Then, his expression shifted into full dramatic mode.

“Oh?” he said, tilting his head. “Say it again.”

You blinked. “What?”

He leaned in, grinning now. “One more time. Just for me.”

You narrowed your eyes, about to protest, but then he was already pulling you forward, locking you in his arms with a delighted sigh. “Actually, forget that. You’re not going anywhere, little lady. You belong right here for at least the next hour.”

A huff of laughter escaped you, but you didn’t try to pull away. There was no point—Jiyong had latched onto you like a koala, his arms wound tight around your waist, legs tangled with yours as if to physically make up for all the lost time.

The two cats, clearly attuned to the energy in the room, jumped up onto the couch beside you both. One curled into the space between you, the other settled by your legs, their purring blending seamlessly with the warmth of Jiyong’s body against yours.

“You’re acting like I was gone for a year,” you teased, running a hand through his hair.

“Felt like it,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your shoulder. He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes scanning every inch of your face like he was committing it to memory again. “Next time, I’m bringing you with me.”

“You always say that,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, and one day it’s actually gonna happen.” He pulled you even closer, his chin resting on your shoulder. “I already planned, like… seven different dates for us in different cities, by the way.”

You let out a short laugh. “Seven?”

“Obviously. Do you know how much time I spent thinking about you?” He pulled back slightly, just enough to kiss your temple. “A lot, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest was undeniable. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you love me.”

Before you could retort, he suddenly gasped, his entire body tensing with excitement. “Oh my god, I almost forgot. You will not believe the gossip I heard.”

You blinked at the abrupt shift. “What?”

Jiyong leaned in, lowering his voice like he was about to tell you the biggest secret in the world. “So, you know how the hairstylists and makeup artists talk to each other while they’re working?”

“Yeah?”

“Well.” His lips curled into a devilish grin. “They think I’m not listening. But I am.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” He practically vibrated with excitement. “Okay, listen to this—so apparently, one of the stylists is secretly dating this one idol but no one is supposed to know, but—”

And just like that, the next hour disappeared into a flurry of hushed whispers, gasped reactions, and Jiyong acting out dramatic reenactments of everything he overheard. The cats dozed beside you, entirely unbothered, as he spilled every single secret he had collected like a gremlin hoarding forbidden knowledge.

It wasn’t until much later, when you had both completely melted into each other, his voice softer now as he murmured about places he wanted to take you, that you realized just how much he had missed you.

And how much, without even realizing it, you had missed this.

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starkidlabs · 3 months ago

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Just for anyone interested. Some highlights from the London production of Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812

In general instead of leaning into 1800’s Russia the show leaned into the club/electro aspects of the music. Which was reflected in the clothing and the overall set. The set felt quite bare and like a club in a sense. But there was some really great set pieces that made some scenes super effective like the Opera and the final scene.

I think the opera was the first scene that had me like wow this is something. Very striking and completely different from anything I’ve seen at all. There was a use of light up opera glasses (binoculars) in general Anatole’s entrance was entrancing.

The club in the The Duel had well club vibes, a lot of glowing green shots and glowing green batons being twirled. The Duel itself was performed on the balcony railings both Pierre and Dolokohv’s actors were holding onto a rope and leaning heavily to the side with their guns (made it a lot scarier) Dolokohv was climbing all over the place

Just to talk about Dolokohv in general he was a lot sluttier (in the most affectionate way possible) made out a ton with Helene - made out with Anatole and touched his face lovingly a lot - tried to make out with Balaga - he was denied. Generally loved his costume. Painted nails, see through shirt. Honestly a vibe,

I think Cat’s performance as Helene definitely reviled Amber’s. And during Charming Natasha was far more into it. She 100% wanted Helene to kiss her.

In terms of Dust and Ashes the choir appeared from no where behind me - which made my hair stand on end - entirely heavenly.

The Ball felt a bit like a sex club? If that makes sense. Surprisingly worked very very well. There was some great direction here - use of actors and where they were placed made everything feel more confined and some great lighting made everything feel so intense.

Now for Natasha - I love Chumisa’s performance so much. You felt her youth and naivety, in every scene. And it really came out in the scenes where she was arguing, she came across as more confident but also more petulant. It worked really well and I think it really made Natasha more endearing as a protagonist as you can tell just how in over her head she is without her ever realising it.

Letters was so fun. That is all I’ll say. That and also Jamie stuffing a letter down his pants was just !!!!

Let’s talk about Anatole - maybe it’s just because I love Jamie Muscato (ever since I saw him in the Bonnie & Clyde workshop) but he honestly gave one of my favourite performances I’ve ever seen on stage. I think he brought so much charm to the role that you can tell why Natasha falls for him. I think there is a slight awkward nervousness there that Anatole seems to use to his advantage especially when around Natasha and Pierre. He was fantastic in every scene he was in and in Pierre & Anatole, you could see all the layers of his character come out at once. Honestly a fantastic performance.

The Abduction/Balaga was definitely my favourite scene. There was so much energy. And Helene, Dolokohv and Anatole just sort of lit up every scene they were in, but there was a particular energy in this scene that made it really stand out. Like you could feel the rush. At some point Anatole gets one of the audience members to kiss him on the cheek which was 10/10. And Balaga just straight up sits on someone’s lap. Not to mention Balaga was in leather with a leather whip. Honestly the energy in this scene was amazing. I was bopping up and down (I was in the back row so it’s fine). - also I’m not sure if this was changed in past reworks of the show but it’s now ‘Goodbye my moonlit lover’ (or moonlight - I forget)

I’ve already mentioned Pierre & Anatole - but that was definitely one of my favourite Pierre scenes. Enjoyed seeing the fear in Anatoles eyes. And yes Petersburg was high!

Natasha Very Ill was extremely haunting and sent shivers down my spine. Honestly Maimuna’s voice is incredible and while obviously not the same as Brittain’s - it was just as unique and striking. Sonya Alone definitely had one of the largest applauses of the night.

I feel like in general this version of Pierre had to grow on me a lot. I feel like he was the only one whose voice was vastly misaligned with the original BW cast. Definitely less classical more rock. But I think he really came into his own during the final few songs where I feel like he could lean into that Pierre softness. And Chumisa brought so much sadness and tenderness into that scene that it made it super hard hitting. (One thing I didn’t like is the spoken line felt a little rushed - it needed to be dragged into a few more beats for that impact).

There were lightbulbs scattered around the seats which all lit up during the final song which really made the entire thing very beautiful. There was also a halo of light beating down on Pierre. I think the harmonies hit the most in this scene.

#the great comet #natasha pierre and the great comet of 1812 #musicals #theatre

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madamechrissy · 8 months ago

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But it's Better if You Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ MDNI- in this chap- Blow jobs, rough oral sex, overstimulation, smacking, explicit sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, Nanami hair pulling bc YES

ৎ୭ Word Count ৎ୭ 5.8k

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Chapter 4 - Masterlist

ৎ୭ Chapter 5

“Details! Details, bitch!” Nobara comes into your apartment, flinging the door wide, your cat Sebastian slinks over to her, she snatches him up, hugging him, and Yuji follows, instantly going for your fridge.

“Help yourself.” You tease, and he snatches out some beer, cracking three open, one for each of you. “Ah, thank you.”

“They’re yours, goofy. But, yes, details. Did you finally get some?” Yuji asks, sipping his beer and coming to sit on your little tan couch, casually spreading his legs as Nobara comes to sit on the other side, crossing her legs and sipping.

“You did! Look at you, you got fucked.” Nobara exclaimed, petting Sebastian, who also looked at you with wide eyes of judgment.

“Oh gosh, you two. I didn’t get fucked.” You pop on music, sitting between the two of them, grinning, they both leaned in.

“No, you did. You seem way less bitchy.” Yuji earned a shove, then, but you sigh, leaning back and closing your eyes.

“I didn’t fuck so my four year streak is still on. But I totally came. Like a lot.” Nobara was jumping up and down, then bent over to hug you.

“Oh my god, did he eat you out!”

“He did . And jesus fucking…”

Knock Knock Knock

“What if it’s him?” Yuji asked, quietly, eyes wide. You shake your head.

“No way. I’ll grab it, you two chill.” You go to open the door, and then the beer nearly falls from your hand, as Nanami Kento is standing there, in khaki slacks and a blue dress shirt, smiling at you.

“Nanami!” You exclaimed, blushing as you realized what you were about to spill to your friends. Nanami reaches out to caress your cheek, and you freeze, eyes wide as you look up at him.

“It’s your boyfriend!” Yuji jumps up, and Nanami looks away, a little awkward, as do you, clearing his throat.

“Yuji! Not boyfriend. Yet. Right? Or… maybe lovers!” Nobara comes up as well, and now Nanami is rubbing the back of his neck, looking down.

“Oh God, I’m sorry.” You mumble, and Nanami peeks back up at you, and there is humor in his hazel eyes, behind those glasses that you wanted to rip off. Luckily he takes them off just then.

“No, no I am interrupting you guys. I’m so sorry.” He runs a hand through his silky hair, and you vividly recall gripping it while he’d licked every thought out of you, feeling heat pool from just that movement.

You were fucked.

“Not at all! Come have a beer!” Yuji yanks Nanami in by his arm, and you roll your eyes with a little giggle. Nobara gestures wildly behind their backs with two fingers and her tongue and you cover your face, mortified.

“We were just going to watch a movie, Nanami, you are more than welcome to come join. Right?” Nobara asks you, saying your name, and you barely register because you’re watching Nanami tilt his head back and sip a beer.

“She’s got it bad for you.” Yuji says, and you both awkwardly look away again, making Nobara and Yuji snort in laghter. “You all are so shy it’s ridiculous. Especially when you were just saying he-”

You run to Yuji and put a hand on his mouth, he’s laughing against your palm like a little shit. “I’ll give you my cheap shitty beer, brat.” You threaten, his eyes go sad, ad he looks adorable like a puppy.

“Fine, fine. Was just gonna say… you ate-”

“Delicious sushi! Uh huh!” You scowl, and Nanami looks confused for a moment, but then he smirks, as if he knew.

Shit.

“Ah… it was delicious. The best I’ve had.” He says, his voice silken and teasing, and you damn near faint, overheating, Yuji and Nobara’s mouths are open.

“It… was? The best?” You ask, and he nods, coming over toward you. Yuji gets yanked towards the couch by Nobara as you two stand in your little kitchen.

“The tastiest meal.” He murmurs, brushing your hair back, you lick your lip nervously, leaning forward, hands on his chest.

“Oh god, this is better than fanfiction.” Nobara says, and you peek back to see her and Yuji were literally eating popcorn and staring wide eyed.

“You guys!”

“Kiss!” She exclaims, you shuffle nervously, and Nanami does too, so close yet both of you couldn’t handle pressure well.

“You all hurt to watch.” Yuji says with a full mouth.

“Why don’t you two kiss?” You say, and they look at each other, blushing furiously and scooching away. You smirk.

“I thought you two were together, actually.” Nanami says, and they both are now bright red, shoving and pointing at each other.

“Him? Never. Yuck.” She says, nervously holding her chest, you tilt your head curiously, seeing something maybe you’d not noticed.

“Yeah… wait, yuck? Why, I’m so handsome!” Yuji scowls.

“You’re gross.”

“You’re mean!”

“You all do like each other! Hmm… I’m here for it.” You tease, and then get popcorn thrown at you. Nanami catches one and pops it in your mouth, and you giggle, chewing on it as another lands in your hair. He gently pulls it out.

“I’d love you to hang out with my friends sometime too.” Nanami says softly, and you melt just a bit at it.

“I’d love that! I’d love you to stay… if you want.”

“Of course I want to.”

“God, just kiss. The tension!” Nobara is grabbing another beer now, and you sigh, yanking Nanami down by his shirt, pecking his lips shyly.

“A better kiss than that. Acting like two teenagers.” Yuji throws another popcorn at you, and you roll your eyes. Nanami is smirking, clearly finding this amusing, hand gently cupping your face now.

“A better kiss.” He says softly, then his lips descend on your own, sweet but firm, and he tastes like something chocolatey you can’t describe, his tongue darting in your mouth for just a moment, before kissing you softer. You moan, uncaring of the audience, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Oooh!” Come your friends' voices behind you all, and you pull back, covering your mouth, nearly squealing. You were acting like a whole teenager, they were completely right.

“Ya’ll need to fuck. Should we leave?” Yuji asks, and you turn to him incredulously, eyes open.

“Nanami takes his time. He’s like a gentleman. You wouldn’t understand, little man whore.” Nobara pinches Yuji’s ear, and he smacks at her.

“You’re a whore for clothes!”

“And I’m a pole dancer so… we are all whores here. Except you.” You tease Nanami, and he chuckles, sipping the beer once more. “Oh god, I didn’t ask why you came over? I'm so sorry! Are you busy?”

“Not at all. I should have called… I just really…” He grows shy again, for a moment, then his eyes hit you and they’re breathtaking. “I just wanted to see you, I was out here so… it was spur of the moment. Which is very weird for me.”

“That is, Mr. Plans Everything.” You’re stupidly happy at his words. “I’m very glad that you did. Oh! Sebastian.”

Your cat awakens, and slinks over, and the room is tense, for everyone there now knew Sebastian hated almost every man there was. He sees Nanami, who bends down, on his haunches, holding his hand out and waiting for him to come closer. You watch with bated breath, and Sebastian does the unthinkable, he rubs his face on Nanami’s hand, purring.

Nanami smiles, sitting fully on the ground now, so sweet it melts your heart, and he’s petting your mean ass fat cat. The cat literally rolls onto his back, and all of you are in shock, he is letting him pet his belly.

“You’re a beautiful cat, Sebastian.” Nanami says, and you jump up and start clapping then.

“Yes! Yes, finally!” You pump your fist in the air, and everyone in the room laughs together. Sebastian lets Nanami pick him up, cradling him like a baby and standing, bringing him over to you.

“He likes me.” Nanami says, peering at you, suggestively.

“Your streak will be over!” Nobara exclaims.

“Nobara!”

“What? You finally have your cat’s approval!”

“Wait, he likes me, why did I have no shot?” Yuji demands with a frown, you snort, shaking your head.

“You’re my annoying brother, Yuji.” You pat his head and he smacks your hand away, crossing his arms.

“Mean women all around me.”

“Mmhmm… let’s pick a movie you all! I’ll order us pizza.”

***

You yawn, eyes feeling heavy as you all watched the second movie, Yuji and Nobara were actually cuddled on the couch, and you again thought how cute they’d actually be, but then they shoved at each other once more. Yuji snatches up the last piece of pizza, and Nobara bites it.

“So mean to me, see Nanami?”

“You should let the lady have the last piece.” Nanami says casually, brushing his hand up and down your arm. You two were cuddled on the loveseat, his arm around you, making you feel safe, sleepy.

“So gentlemanly.” You muse, pecking a kiss on his cheek, your hand resting on his hard muscled thigh.

“I try.” He says, and inhales a bit when you nibble his ear.

“We should head home. Are you good?” Nobara comes to kiss your cheek, you nod, hugging her.

“I am! Thanks for coming out!” Yuji comes to hug you too, kissing the top of your head. “Love you guys.”

“You’re so sweet when you’re sleepy.” Yuji muses with a laugh, then snakes an arm around Nobara’s shoulders. She scowls at him, but she stays.

“It was so nice to get to know you more.” Nanami says, and shakes Yuji’s hand, taking Nobara’s and kissing it. You watch Yuji tense as Nobara swoons. You just smirk, leaning against the cushions, yawning.

“Good night you two!” Nobara waves and they head out, leaving you and Nanami alone, it was clearly dark out now, and the screen was just sitting on the Netflix logo. You yawn, stretching your arms, and standing, starting to clean up after everyone. Nanami instantly begins to help.

“You’re a guest, please don’t.” You stop his hand, he shocks you by pulling you against him. “Nanami?”

“Kento.” He corrects, and you sigh, relaxing in his strong embrace, tilting your head back to look up at him in your dim living room.

“ Kento. ” You correct, and he pulls you up, holding you tight and kissing you so deeply. You fall into the kiss, into the embrace, as his hands wrap around the narrow of your waist, so big they nearly cover you. “Mmm, Kento.” You whisper again as he pulls away.

“I have been dying to do that all day.” He whispers, easing you down, but kissing you again, again, again. Each more heady than the last.

“Me too.” You whisper, peeking up at him.

“I… when they said I’m your boyfriend…”

“Oh no, ignore them! They’re silly.”

“No… I…” He clears his throat, such a mix of shy and self assured it was honestly endearing.

“Yes?” Your heart is thudding in your ears.

“I think I’d like that. If you were my… girlfriend.” He says softly, and you eagerly kiss him again, yanking him down, tilting up on your tiptoes.

“Really! For real? I… mean… ahem… I’d like that too.” You try to save face, but he’s grinning then.

“You’re so cute.” He kisses your forehead sweetly. “So it’s official then? I’m your boyfriend.”

“Yes, it is. I’m your girlfriend.” He easily picks you up, sitting you on the back of your couch, your legs wide around his hips. Your pussy is soaked from just your kiss, now it’s hot too, aching, and he seems to feel it, because he’s rubbing you over your jean shorts, which are damp now.

“Oh darling…” The word sounds so hot from his low raspy voice.

“I know, super soaker pussy.” You grumble. He laughs, shaking his head, pressing his touch further. You hiss at the sensation of the rough, damp fabric pressed against your clit, shooting sensations through your body, desire ramping up in the quiet living room.

“I love it.” He kisses down your throat, his simple words tearing through you, and he’s yanking you hard against him, so that you could feel him against you. “Let me taste you again?”

“Fuck you’re hot.” You cry out, nodding eagerly, and he’s unbuttoning your shorts, sliding his hand down. “Can I taste you?” You ask, and he pauses, looking up at you, those little flecks of green dancing in his eyes, lidded with desire.

“You’re so hungry for that are you?” He teases you, but you nod, eagerly, easing off the couch with his help and taking his hand.

“Come to my room.” You say heatedly, hands running down and across his chest, and to his arms, inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to steady yourself. He nods, quietly, and you take him by the hand to your room, lit up with little red led lights on the ceiling, making Nanami look like pure sex when the red enveloped him.

You start to unbutton his shirt, hands trembling, but he’s patient, he lets you… inch by inch of his hard body revealed under the red lights, casting shadows on the planes of his muscles. You slide off his shirt, tossing it on your dresser, then your gaze meets his, and his eyes are full of the same desire. He’s slipping off your tank top with gentle hands, your skin shivers at the contact.

Now you start to take off his belt, then his pants, and he has your jean shorts off, turning you quickly so that you are against him, kissing slowly, his big hands on your body. He takes control then, pulling back and ever so lightly pulling your hair by the nape of your neck, making you gasp.

“Get on your knees, darling.” He says softly, and you do just that, knees against the plush rug at the bottom of your bed, as Nanami finishes undressing, until he’s sliding off his boxers. You watch greedily, hungry for the sight, feeling your pussy get wetter as your hands are on your thighs, waiting.

His thick, long cock slaps his stomach, past his belly button, and you can’t stop your moan, hands on his thighs now, nails digging in just a bit as you silently beg for it in your mouth. This was also something you’d only done a couple of times, but you were eager to do it, mouth drooling at the sight. Nanami tilts your chin up, standing so tall, staring down at you.

“Will you do a good job for me, pretty girl?” He asks, commanding but soft, and you nod eagerly.

“Yes, yes I will.” He takes two fingers and opens your mouth wide, easing the tip of his cock against your lips, you flick your tongue teasingly on the tip.

“Tell me what you want.” He tortures you.

“I want your cock in my mouth, please.” You say, voice breaking, hurting so bad, holding your mouth open wide. “ Please , fuck my mouth.”

Was that really coming from you?

You are still there with your lips open, back arched, and he finally slides it in, thick and hot, and you taste precum on his tip, sucking gently, enjoying as he grows harder in your mouth. Soon he’s slowly sliding in and out, you’re relaxing your throat, trying to take as much of him as you can, and he’s guiding you, each stroke, looking down at you.

He closes his eyes, groaning for a moment, when you wrap your tongue around his length in a circle, sucking harder, enjoying every movement so much you were shifting, thighs rubbing together, soaked. Seeming to notice, Nanami pauses, easing out, bending a bit as he pulls on your hair, and the sensation of being dominated by him makes you throb.

“You’re doing such a good job, but I think you could do something better… Do you want to be my perfect girl?”

“Yes, yes, anything. Ah!” He pulls a little more, and your back arches, mouth eager for his cock again.

“Play with that little pussy, would you? I want to feel your moans around me.” You cry out, doing as he asks, sliding between your thighs and finding yourself slick, so wet it was slippery as you press your fingertip to your clit, you moan around him. “That’s it, you’re such a good girl for me.”

You really wanna call him daddy but he doesn’t like it.

You’ll call him that in your head, though.

Because Nanami was totally a daddy, whether he liked it or not.

Nanami starts gently fucking your mouth, movements easy, careful, as if not to hurt you, but they grow bolder as he sees what you like, what you can take. You are running your fingertips in little circles on your clit, anticipation fucking killing you, wetter as each stroke hits your throat, making tears hit your eyes.

“You're taking me so good.” He caresses your hair, praising you, you feel yourself close, pressing fingers deeper against your clit, and then he stops. “Ah-ah. No cumming yet.”

“Mmm, I hurt though.” You’re pouting up at him. “Please?”

“No cumming until I say so. Got it, pretty?” You ease your fingers off, whimpering. “Now, I didn’t say stop. You’re not listening well.”

He sighs, and you giggle then, making him yank you up, hands strong on your arms, you go to kiss him but he instead sits on your bed, bending you over his lap. You grow nervous but excited then, wiggling, turning your head back and just grinning up at him. His hand runs down your ass cheek, gripping, while the other presses you down on his lap.

“You’re very bratty.” His words are a caress, just like the gentle fingers running in little circles, you moan softly.

“Daddy, you’re gonna punish me?” You tease, peeking up at him, but then the smack stings your ass, hurting but also fucking exhilarating.

“No calling me that.” He chides, then rubs your ass like an apology, sliding a finger down between your thighs, finding your pussy dripping wet. You bite back a moan, arching up for more.

“But you are such a daddy, it’s not my fault.” You earn another smack, and you hiss at this one, on the other cheek, the air hitting it and making it throb. “Don’t act like you don’t like it!”

Another smack.

Another moan.

He’s teasing you again, finger sliding between your folds, rubbing your sensitive clit. “Are you going to listen now, brat?”

“Mmm, I like you smacking me. So no. Daddy. Ah shit!” He smacks you hard now, right between your ass cheeks, stinging so bad it burned, even hitting your pussy, to fucking good. “Ow! Sorry… fuck.”

“That’s better. Mmm.” He’s playing with your pussy again, you can hear how wet you are, sliding your ass up, covered in his hand prints, for more of his touch. “You like being punished, I see. Troublesome little thing.”

“I am… troublesome. Mnh. Fuck.” He’s fingering you now, long thick fingers so deep inside of you, massaging your G spot, your tummy clenches as you’re full of desire, crying out and burying your head in your arms as you lay on his lap. He reaches spots in you that you couldn’t, making you crave more, more, more.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmurs, then he’s flipped you around, to where you’re sitting on the bed now, scooching you up and laying his head between your thighs. You brush his hair back gently, tummy trembling, he kisses your inner thighs, nipping them.

“ Kento. ” You cry out, feeling his breath on your oversensitive clit, making your legs jerk from just that, closing you legs, he presses them wide open.

“Keep them open.” You nod, pressing your feet into the mattress, as your hands grip the blanket beneath you, anticipation killing you. “What would you like me to do, my darling?”

“Lick me. Please.” His head dips.

You moan then, and he’s parting your lips with his fingers, licking a line up your slit, all the way to your clit, flicking his tongue against it and bringing you close in an embarrassingly short time. He is moaning as he starts to fuck you with his tongue, sliding in and out your entrance, bringing out all the wetness more and more, and you’re shaking, breaths in little pants.

His hands wrap around to your hips, and he’s dove into you, you’re dying, aching for him, for his cock, arching your hips up to press against his face. He picks up your hips, leaning forward and his tongue is lavishing every inch of your cunt, your entrance, your lips, your clit, until he starts sucking on it, and you start to fall apart.

“Can I cum? Ple-ease…. Kento…” You’re begging, and he peeks up for a moment, kissing your hip and nipping it with his teeth.

“You can, you’re being so good now.” He praises you, teasing in his hazel eyes, his smirk, the wetness glistening on his chiseled face and full lips.

You feel things, as your climax starts to rock you, lots of things for him, as he slides his finger inside you, where you’re throbbing, starting to cum, but you crave more, need more. He moans, pausing for a moment as he feels your aftershocks, and it grows quiet save for your labored breaths mingling.

“Kento… we could… you could…”

“Could what, love? Tell me what you want.” He flicks a tongue against you again, teasing you, keeping you right on that edge. You arch your back, body begging for more of his talented caresses.

“ Fuck me . Please, Kento, please. Mnh.” You’re begging, and you had no shame in it, you wanted it so bad you couldn’t think. His hands tense on you, and he’s just as affected as you are, your breaths loud in the quiet room.

“Are you ready for that?” He asks softly, and you nod, eager, hands shaking as they caress his hair. “You don’t have much… experience.”

“I know… but I’ve wanted this since I met you.”

Your voice is hoarse, raw with emotion, and he slides up your body, holding himself above you, hovering, just a breath away as he studies your features in the dark. You feel his heat emanating from his strong body, hard length against your thigh, and you reach out to grab it, watching his expression, the parting of his lips, the tensing between his eyebrows.

“We can wait. We have all the time, even if we have to work a ton because life is kind of bullshit.” He murmurs, and you giggle at that, running a hand up and down his length, hot against your palm, watching him tense up.

“You don’t really want to wait, do you? I bet I feel so good.” You lean your hips up, and he inhales sharply, arm muscles tensing above you.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He positions himself at your entrance, and you both tense, as he pushes forward, stretching you, and your chest is heaving, hands on his arms, nails digging in as he teases you, barely pressing.

“Mnh, fuck… Kento…” You’re whispering, and he pushes further, filling you, so much pressure it was hard to handle. He was like nothing you’d experienced, twice as big as you’d had if not more, burning just a bit. You tense, breathing heavily, trembling as he’s on top of you, watching you, caressing your face, eyes full of desire but also concern.

“Are you all right, my darling?” He is so caring and affectionate, you nod, trying to loosen up, breathy moans coming from your throat. He’s brushing back your hair from your sweaty brow, pressing in further, and you hiss, as the pressure builds. He keeps himself still, watching you carefully.

“It’s just… a lot.” You manage, and he eases out, making you miss it instantly, even if it was pushing you beyond your means.

“Focus on this, love. You’re so tiny.” He murmurs, and presses back in, but now his hand is reaching down between your bodies, he’s rubbing your clit, spreading the wetness around, easing out then back in again, and it starts feeling good, so good you feel every nerve ending light up.

“Kento! ” Tears are pricking your eyes just a bit as he goes in more, inch after inch, so many…

“Can you take all of me, pretty girl? Do you think you can try?” He is whispering to you, against your lips, still playing with your little bud, making you drenched with desire, struggling to loosen up. Your nails are digging into his arms.

“I’ll try but how many more inches? God.” You mumble, he laughs a bit breathlessly above you, then eases your hands down off his arms, pressing them above you, holding both wrists in one hand.

“Almost there.” He teases, then slides fully in, against your cervix in one stroke, and you scream, echoing in the room, at the sensation, so deep you had no clue where he ended and you began. It made you see stars, made you start floating on nothing, your entire body pulsing with pleasure and pain.

You’re so full, too full, he’s stretching you beyond your means, pressing in more, against your cervix, just staying there, exhaling.

“You feel so fucking good, darling. So good.” He bites the words out, moaning, grabbing one of your legs and raising it around his hip, easing out and then pressing back in, starting to feel so good you lose your mind, so careful. “Mmm, are you… is this okay?”

You nod, raising your hips up experimentally, and you feel yourself close, as he presses in again in a long stroke, hitting you again with mind numbing pleasure. “So good, so so good.”

“Hold on to me, beautiful.” You cling to his shoulders, eyes catching his, then he began to move, thick and rock hard, and you’re clenching around him, soaking wet, making his movements easier, the friction fucking delicious. You scream then, so close. “Too much?”

“No, no… fuck… cumming!”

He fucks you through it, pressing in, watching as you cum all over his cock, throbbing around it, and it grows impossibly harder, and his thrusts speed up, more sure, just a little rougher. You adjust to all the new sensations, feeling a rise once again, he’s kissing your lips, messy, sloppy and desperate, as you both fall into each other more and more.

“So beautiful.” He speaks soft words against your ear, as he nips it, licking and sucking your neck, starting to fuck you harder now, pressing your legs up more, even deeper somehow. You feel like you’ll break, like you’ll never get enough. “You’re taking me so well, darling, you’re doing so good.”

“Mnh… Ah… thank… fuck!” You’re coming again, body shaking, head arched back as you cling to him, your headboard is smacking against your wall, your bed is creaking under the weight, under the motion, as he keeps hitting and hitting that spot, making you so sensitive it’s unreal.

He’s kissing your lips again, yanking you down further on his length, your hands are entwining above you, and he’s fucking into you hard now, still with care but he is opening up, losing himself in you, as you are him. Your eyes meet, as your body rocks with each thrust, and you’re staring into his eyes, lidded, feeling him inside you, feeling him on you…

You’re falling.

Already?

Shit.

You struggle to hold in what you cannot say yet, it’s too new, and it’s wild… you’ll scare him more than already. Though you feel it, and convey it with your eyes, with your lips, your body, losing yourself in him, in Nanami Kento. Who is watching your every emotion, studying you nearly, your cunt is throbbing around his cock, soaking wet down under you onto the bed as you cry out.

He’s tensing a bit, and his rhythm slows, your foreheads are touching, you’re so close… so close to him, and nothing has felt this good. You’re starting to cry, tears falling down your lashes, your body is on fire, every inch of it so sensitive to every touch, every caress, clinging to him now, holding on to some shred of reality when you just were losing it all.

“You’re so tight, fuck. So wet… I… Mmm. Feels so fucking good.” He’s just falling into your kisses, you feel his muscles tighten, he’s hovering over you, breath heavy. “Where do you… I’m close, love.”

“Oh! Oh… fuck… on me wherever, I don’t care.” You see him laugh a bit, shaking his head, sweat dripping off his chest onto yours.

“You’re kind of insane.” He fucks you quicker now, harder, and you’re tightening around him, eliciting a loud moan.

“Mmhmm.”

“Come with me once more, beautiful, can you?” He presses against your cervix, playing your clit one last time, and you nod, pulsing around him, and he moans, clutching you so tightly, brows drawn low, fucking you hard for just a moment, a taste of another side of him.

“Kento! Fuck!” You’re trembling everywhere, spent, and he pulls out, and you feel him cum hot, thick white ropes along your tummy, and he’s groaning loud, it’s hot as fuck, as he whispers your name, sounding so good as he’s cumming on you.

“Fuck. Mmm.” He’s easing up a bit, and you play with the hot sticky cum on your stomach, taking a bit and licking it, watching his nostrils flare, you giggle. “Why do you have to be so hot?”

“I just read it once.” You shrug, and he shakes his head with a sigh.

“I think I’m addicted to you now.” His words kill you.

“Yeah, same.” You gently caress his handsome face, damp with all the exertion of having made love to you.

“Let me clean you up.” He stands, and you point to your bathroom, hearing running water as you try to calm yourself down, overwhelmed with feelings for Nanami Kento, as you try to come down from the insane amount of times you have orgasmed at this man’s hands.

He walks back to you, body glistening, chiseled, and it leaves you further breathless. He has a wet washcloth and he’s wiping you carefully, kissing every area that was clean on his way. You giggle at the sensations, tickling you, making your overheated body start to cool down while he blows on your skin, as the cool wet cloth hits between your thighs.

He’s wiping you off so easily, eyes raking over every inch of you, drinking you in slowly. “You’re perfect.”

“No…” You shake your head a bit, but he puts a fingertip to your lips.

“I’ll have to punish you again, hmm?” You flush.

“I liked it.”

“And I’m the freaky one?”

“You are! Totally freaky.”

“You just licked my cum off your tummy.” You squeal, covering your face and giggling.

“Maybe I am a bit too. This sounds silly and you don’t need to say anything, but that’s the best thing I’ve ever done.” He sighs, smiling softly, brushing your hair back and licking his lower lip, you feel so pretty as he watches you.

“It’s not silly, and I feel the same.” You blink, shocked.

“How? You’ve gotta be… Nanami I know you get bitches, you’re way too fucking hot not to.”

He snorts in laughter, shaking his head. “ You’re drop dead gorgeous, you know.”

“Thanks but… you’ve had bitches.”

“I’ve had lovers, yes.”

“You’re so gentlemanly.” He eases you up to sit, pulling you against him, and you hear his steady heartbeat against his chest, soothing.

“I don’t think what we just did was gentlemanly.”

“It still was. You were so sweet to me.” You kiss the tip of his nose.

“Sweet… cute… gentlemanly. You know I just spanked your ass right?” Vivid images hit you, and you realize your ass is sore now, but in a delightful sort of way, that you enjoyed.

“You did… because I called you daddy .”

“You better stop, I have a belt.” He rolled his eyes at your grin. “Don’t be so insatiable, considering you had quite a hard time taking me.”

“You’re fucking huge! I think I did good, thank you.”

“You did amazing… but I say some rest would be good. And maybe a shower or a bath.”

“You act like you’re leaving?” You say with a frown. He shakes his head, still holding you.

“I don’t want to… but I figured you’d…”

“No, I’d love you to stay. It’s late anyway. Does it make it seem too official to you or anything?”

“No, if you want me to stay I’d love to.”

Your heart flutters, your body feeling so much relief. “Then stay. I have big baggy shirts that I sleep in, if you want.”

“Should I be mad about this? Are they the exes?” You snort at that.

“Honestly, probably… I stole most of his hoodies and shirts. But that’s been years. Nanami, are you jealous ?”

“I’m disgusted by the thought of this guy. How do you not eat pussy, it’s actually appalling.”

“Oh gosh! Well I only… did a blow job like twice myself. So we both kind of sucked I think.”

“Twice?” He raises a brow, helping you stand up, your legs are wobbly, so he holds you carefully, letting you balance on him.

“Yeah…”

“You were so good at that. I couldn’t tell.” He rubs your lower lip softly, looking down at you, and the energy is so good, so fucking tense too, as if there were things unsaid, but so much in that look you shared.

“You were so dom, it was really hot. But like, you need to let me call you daddy if you’re acting like one.”

“Never.”

“Whatever!”

“How red is your ass?” You turn so he can see, and he looks, then smacks you hard again, you hiss, grabbing it and hopping up and down as he grins deviously. “There, a little redder.”

“You are so aggressive because you secretly like it!” You run as he prepares another smack, and he chases you into the bathroom, you’re both breathless and laughing. You pull him down to kiss you, he has you in his arms, lifted, holding you so tight.

“Sure don’t.”

“Mmhmm. Let me start a shower.” He eases you down, and you start running the hot water, sitting on the edge of the tub, peeking at him, finding him staring at you, affectionate… loving?

No way.

You just fucked Nanami Kento…

And you think he’s ruined you for anyone else.

Now you two are gonna shower and…

You think you could take another round.

Chapter 6

Ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56003029/chapters/143272936

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queenie-avenue · 1 year ago

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Can I go where you go?

—> Domestic Jumin Han Headcanons with you!

↪ SFW, slightly suggestive at times, fluff, reader is not specified to be male nor female

🦋 ⤻ archives.

— Jumin always makes an effort to cook breakfast for you, even if he has a chef. His mornings are one of the only times he gets to fully spend time with you, so he makes sure he cherishes and takes full advantage of that time.

— Doesn't mind getting called Cat Mom/Dad after getting together with you because technically, you are also Elizabeth's Cat Mom/Dad which means both of you are married and have a child. (I feel like he would think like that, idk why.)

— Loves doing chores with you.

— If you are doing dishes on their own, he will make sure to wrap his arms around your waist and sway a bit and kiss your neck sweetly.

— Jumin makes a big effort to know about your interests. If you like anime, they will make sure to watch the summaries on YouTube of their favourite anime everytime a new episode comes out. If you like painting, they will learn about the best museums to bring you to.

— Loves when you dress traditionally.

— Will buy a vinyl and various disks with elegant music and play it every night. When both of you are in the mood, Jumin will invite you to dance and twirl you about softly while kissing you.

— His kisses normally follow the pattern of Hands —> Arms —> Shoulders —> Neck —> Jaw —> Cheeks —> Nose —> Forehead —> Lips. He makes sure to take a lot of time so you feel good.

— Although he loves the passionate kisses you give, he finds himself falling in love with you even more everytime you kiss and squeeze his hands at the same time. (BONUS POINTS FOR KISSES ON KNUCKLES)

— Dislikes it when you turn away from him in bed. He prefers sleeping while facing each other, cuddling too.

— A lot of different sleeping positions (not like that, get your mind out of the gutter): his head on your shoulders/heads/chest or your head on his chest. He especially likes when you cuddle closer if it's too cold and Bury yourself into his chest.

— Loves when you wash his hair in the bath or vice versa. (Inspired by that one wholesome reddit post. Does anyone know whether that couple is still together?)

— Likes to put his hand under your shirt to trace your spine, collarbone or any bones, really.

— His Favourite Nicknames for you are 'My Queen, Lover, Darling, Sweetheart.'

— You're the only one he allows to call Elizabeth, 'Elly'. He doesn't like to admit it but he also catches him calling Elizabeth 'Elly' at times.

— Loves to see you playing with Elizabeth.

— After a stressful day of work, he will silently drop everything at the door and bury his head into your chest.

— If he ever finds you crying, he will kiss and lick the tears from your eyes.

— Whenever he sees a photo of you on an online article or anywhere in the Media, he will complain that they cannot capture the 'True essence of your beauty.'

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin han x reader #mysmes #jumin han mystic messenger #headcanons #imagine #han jumin #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #mystic messenger jumin #jumin han imagine

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sabi0229 · 4 months ago

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BENRIUS HEAD CANNONS

HEAD CANNON TIIIMMMMEEEEEEE

CHAOS THEORY VERSION

Ngl i think put some CC stuff in here when this is only supposed to be CT.

Ben is really curious about darius's hair and always him different questions about how he takes care of it ,styles and washes it because he wants to do one date where he surprises him by doing his hair for him instead of Darius going to someone or doing his own hair

Ben can cook better than Darius

Darius bakes lots of stuff in his free time. Ben absolutely loves his baking

Darius wakes up in the middle of night because of nightmares and Ben will just be there for him hugging him the whole time. They'll go down stairs and watch movies till Darius sleepy. Once he is Ben carries him princesses style back to bed.

Ben would probably be the one to put Darius to sleep. Because of how stubborn Darius is and if he say he's not tired he will not go to bed but Ben will physically drag him into bed hug him and just hum songs until he falls asleep

They do arts and crafts as quality time

Ben's love language is physical touch

Darius is love language is giving gifts and talking also physical touch

Ben actually likes mint chocolate chip ice cream and Darius tried it once and he decided that he will never go near that flavor ever again

Darius's contact name in Ben's phone is not Dino nerd or Dino lover but angel from the baby dinosaurs in camp Cretaceous season 5 because Darius is personality reminded him a bit of angel so that's why his contact name is Angel

And Ben's contact number and darius's phone is rebel as an angel's brother because their personalities are so much because rebel was just very chaotic and energetic and so was Ben on the island and Darius is a sort of wanted to match too

When Ben got a new van he styled it the same way he did his old van but not as the exact same but there were similar qualities and there was stuff again in there like food in a boot and his pee bowl of licorice so Darius decided to put on gloves, a mask and get so much cleaning supplies that he cleaned out Ben's van throwed out anything disgusting and decided to give him silverware and dishes and tupperware for his van.( The van is dark blue btw)

Ben had a shark phase and would Yap about sharks like how Darius did dinosaurs and it made Darius fall in love with him even more.

Darius steals Ben shoes,clothes, and beanies

Ben has a ton of pictures of Darius in his phone / and the secret photo album

They would make out for hours ( their love for each other is like a flame that can't be put out.)

Darius visits his college and stays in his dorm for at least a week so Ben doesn't have to keep going to California

The longest they video called was for 5 days

Ben sometimes snores so Darius kicks him causing him to fall out of bed

Darius has a dog Ben has bumpy and a cat

They decided to move to a different house or apartment. Because even though the cabin is nice it was driving Ben insane being isolated for so long (and Darius even though he won't admit it) but they made the cabin their vacation home. To get away from people and a place for bumpy and her baby to live

Their home state/ city both starts with C ( California, Chicago)

Skin care routine

They decide to make out whenever their in danger for some reason

Bens van was their Hangout spot

Ben forgot what Darius was allergic to once and almost killed him.

Got engaged a few years after they saved Brooklyn

Fall wedding

Rock music x Pop music duo

One of them wears cherry flavored chapstick ( can you guess who)

After they got married Darius changed Ben's contract to 💗my idiot husband 💗

Ben changed Darius contract to Hot stuff😍 ( guys we all know he would do this he's silly)

Darius only wears his boxers and Ben's oversized T-shirts to bed ( why because Ben's a natural furnace/ heater)

Bens the opposite he doesn't wear a shirt to sleep because he knows he's an natural furnace/ heater.

When bumpy moved into Darius's backyard Darius and her got a closer bond and it made Ben jealous.

Darius - little spoon sometimes, big spoon always

Ben- always little spoon sometimes big spoon

Part 2?

#Majority of this was written while I was half awake #jwcc #jwcc darius #jwcc ben #chaos theory #darius bowman #jurassic world camp cretaceous #ben x darius #ben pincus #darius x ben #Benrius #Dinomite #jurassic world chaos theory #jwct

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dawnoftime22 · 2 months ago

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lover.

| T.S

Warnings: christmas light getting snipped by scissors (in an emergency) don't try this at home pls LMAO

Summary: Chaos goes around as you and Taylor lovingly argue of keeping christmas lights on in january, to which only made you relent to her in an emergency.

Word Count: 1.3k

Category: fluff!!!

A/N: what other way to start the 2025 fic list than with lover :]

| Started on 24/12/2024, 12:01 PM |

| Finished on 10/01/2025, 12:41 PM |

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"Baby?" you walk in gently, seeing Taylor sitting on the couch, reading a book of hers. She hums in response, then went to look up at you.

"When are we taking down those christmas lights?" you pointed with your thumb, gesturing behind you to where the hall of the house, which was connected to the living room and music room, had the festive colors on little lightbulbs, hung right below the ceiling.

Taylor shrugs gently, her expression innocent and mindless. "Up until the end of january or...never?" she says, tilting her head just ever so slightly.

You smiled softly, hearing her hesitance, then walked across the room to reach the couch. "Then I feel like we should maybe resort to fairy lights, sweetheart," you suggest softly, sitting down next to her.

"No, it doesn't have the same feeling," she mumbles, pouting as she leans into you instantenously, her head falling against your shoulder.

"But its cozy." You pout back at her, reflecting her expressions. It was nearly a battle of which one of you could do better puppy eyes.

"Well christmas lights are just as cozy," she argues back softly, wrapping her arms around your neck, pulling herself closer.

"Maaaybe..." You gaze at her, searching her blue ocean eyes. You gently tug her shirt's collar, pulling her with puckered lips. She giggles, but doesn't relent.

Just as she was about to tease she wasn't going to kiss you until you agree, you both heard an alarming sound of something falling from the music room.

Your eyes flicker over to the hallway, then back to her, just before you soon quickly get up, making your path off to the music room with her following behind you.

Once you arrive, you had to stand thefe blinking for a second, all as you saw one of her many cats walking, prancing with the tangled christmas lights, and Taylor's mouth had fallen agape.

"Meredith!" She quickly ran up to her, crouching down to help her from the web she's somehow gotten herself stuck in.

You had to stifle a laugh, covering your mouth a little, and Taylor turned her head to you with a shocked expression. There was certainly no resisting at least a small giggle with the way her face looked.

"Shut up, help me get it off her! She could choke!!" Taylor panics, trying to be firm, but she was trying to stop from bursting out into a fit of laughter herself.

She struggled, trying to loosen all the christmas bulbs that had roped up into its own tangle. "Meredith, honey, no, stop clawing, just-- stop moving at all..." Taylor mumbled, the cat meowed, shaking her paws alarmingly.

You soon rushed over to her, crouching down to help. "We need to...this is hard to untangle, we're gonna have to grab some scissors, sweetheart." Your hands worked through the string and all, yet there were many other parts to get off, and the cat wasn't helping.

Taylor looks up at you with a small expression of sadness and shock in the heat of her panic. "But the christmas lights!!"

You had gone up to the nearby dresser to open a drawer. "Hush, Tay, our cat is tangled up, I'll buy you a new one," you said, grabbing a pair of scissors to then return back to her and the distressed cay.

"You promise??" she questions, needing reassurement and confirmation as she looks at you, and you couldn't even the decline if you wanted to, both with her adorable face and the current situation.

"Yes! Now turn off the lightswitch so it won't explode or melt our kitty!" you agreed, as the christmas lights were still on, and the bulbs were hot to the touch.

She frantically stood up, going over to find the end of the line, to where the small switch was, still hanging half on the wall, the tape somehow having survived.

Once the click of it turning off went, you took a deep breath in, waiting a few seconds all while making sure Meredith didn't choke or anything, loosening up the cords.

"Hold her down, please," you murmur, and Taylor returns to your side, worried with a bitten lip as she tries to calm Meredith down. Soon, not a moment later, you lean in with the scissors, giving it a slow snip until it was cut.

Bits were easier to untangle, and you give a couple other parts a snip before Meredith was soon free again, and both of you had let out a relieved breath. You, more, as you were entirely concerned on getting shocked by electric, and had been holding your air.

"Bad kitty, never play with house decorations again," you scold the cat gently, pointing your index finger. Meredith looked at both you and Taylor, her folded ears still planed back.

"No, don't say that, she didn't know it was gonna turn out like that..." Taylor mumbled, scolding you in the meanwhile, and you watched as she scoops the cat up into her arms.

"Did you Meredith? No, you're just...a sweet, intelligent yet not intelligent little bundle of christmas lights..." she starts to giggle softly to herself, and you shook your head as you joined her giggling.

"Tell you what..." you start softly, gathering the bits of the now cut christmas lights that definitely wasn't going to be working or be able to be fixed anytime soon.

"I'll get you the new christmas lights...but can we put some fairylights in our room?" you ask her softly, throwing away the lightbulbs before turning to look at her.

"Please...?" you pouted. She had her eyes down to Meredith, petting and comforting her before she gazed at you, and her face softens.

"Okay," she breathed out softly, and you quietly cheered, soon walking over to her, reaching out to run your hand through Meredith's fur.

"Anything for you, baby," you heard Taylor say, and you squint your eyes at her, a small smile raising.

"Says the one worried about christmas lights..." you teased, leaning in close to her, while the cat in her arms was slowly relaxing.

"Says the one worried about fairylights!!" she said, using your own words against you, and you giggled, letting your hand return back to its side.

"They're both beautiful nonetheless," you reasoned, giving way to a gentle shrug, as if you totally didn't care of which to use. Then, your gaze goes down to Meredith again.

"Now she better not mess up any more lights." The cat meowed in response, but you both knew there could possibly be more chaos in the future. Either that, or books getting scratched, which is happening right now, although it was another cat...Olivia.

You turned your head, seeing where the noise of a paper hitting something was sounding. "Look at the other troublemaker." you murmur, putting your hands on your hips as your lips formed a straight line.

Taylor winced, but her body was shaking with a resisting giggle. "I'm gonna have to put that in the drawer next time," she whispers.

"Mmhm." You nod, walking over to put the cat away from the book, then helping Taylor put it in the drawer.

"Thank you," Taylor said softly, crouching to set Meredith down, and the cat walked off to her own business again.

"Now, we hope for no more chaos." You turned to her once more, taking steps towards her to soon arrive in front of her, your arms wrapping around her waist.

"Don't say that, baby. That sometimes only gets more chaos," she said, putting her arms around your neck in the meanwhile.

"Mm, mm." You shook your head, disagreeing as anything could happen, leaning in closer.

"Mhm." She nods back, her smile growing as she lets your lips meet in a soft, tender kiss.

. . .

"NOOOO!!!! I didn't bookmark my book!!!" Taylor says, after the intense panic of the Meredith situation, finding herself at the couch in an utter tragedy.

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baddiewiththebook · 2 months ago

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Over the Years | e.m x reader [18+] | EXTRA

-> The origin story of Eddie Munson, and how he fell in love with the worst person he possibly could - his best friend.

-> eddie munson x you (she/her)

-> friends to lovers, slow burn, angst

-> warnings - strong language, suggestive themes, smut [18+]

a/n EXTRA, EXTRA, READ ALL ABOUT IT. This my dear readers is a bonus chapter that does not have to be read to understand the story. But, I do hope you take a look to feel more connected to our favorite characters. xo

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October 1983*

“What are you supposed to be?” Jeff snorts already seeing the vision laid out in front of him.

The new couple is out on the town. When Jeff suggests hosting a special Halloween movie night, the whole friend group is excited. But, with one rule. All participants must dress up to support the night’s theme.

Halloween is the one time a year where the freaks blend into the crowd. That’s why they dress extra freaky. Or, at least some of them are. Jeff is a zombie - Robin helped him with the fake blood earlier that trickles across his skin. It’s just a bit of corn syrup and some food dye.

Robin dresses as a burglar, but that’s mostly to excuse her lack of a costume. Her simple black and white striped shirt, and black jeans makes Jeff’s eyes roll. The whole point is to dress up as crazy as you can!

Freak has a taste for theater, and recently discovered a musical called Cats. Albeit a bit odd, but that’s what Halloween is for. He’s a bit too happy to be hissing at people. The cheap cat ears are from his sister’s costume, so they’re just one squeeze away from piercing either side of his head.

Eddie’s moping in the corner nursing a beer from one of the packs he’s brought to share amongst friends. As each day passes, he’s found more and more grouchy. The man dressed in his ratty old sweater and his stained jeans from working on his van all the time - called himself a hobo.

It doesn’t help his mood when you show up in a matching costume with Gareth. You’re a Dalmatian with floppy ears that are glued to a cheap red headband. With you is fireman Gareth - plastic fireman's hat and all.

“That’s adorable,” Robin swoons.

Eddie rolls his eyes, but you don’t see this.

“What are we watching tonight?”

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tags -> @leelei1980 @sheneedsrocknroll92 @jesuisbuginette @starrywhitenight @meetmeatyourworst @munsonburn3r @5tud10-54r4h @pvdulmol @loveryanax @am0iur

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson preference #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic

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lucrativesoul · 2 years ago

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one of my favorite headcanon tropes is roommate!leon. friends to lovers brainrot anyone?

Leon would start out reserved until you two became comfortable with each other. He’s normally quiet anyway, as you have come to learn, but you also learned that comfortable meant him not being afraid to sit a little too close to you just because it’s cozy for him.

Food is his comfort item. This was discovered very fast. (“Leon, I just bought this whole box of cheez-its two days ago. I didn’t even have any!” “Leon, those were my gummy worms. I would have bought you some.” Once you learned to accommodate his black hole stomach, you found it oddly fun to cook for him, he was always looking to try new recipes.)

He would become overly friendly and caring when he wants something from you. 9 times out of 10, it was because he was hungry. (The one time was when he just wanted company late at night and couldn’t sleep.)

He would always have the courtesy to ask you if something he is doing would bother you, even if it is something you barely even noticed. (“Is my music too loud?” “Should I move my stuff off the table?”)

Leon would slowly start learning your every day routine. What you did on early mornings, how you set up meals around a work or class schedule, and what time you tend to go to bed. He found himself adapting his own around yours, keeping peaceful company unless you were in your room, door closed.

Sometimes, Leon would come home late from work. He tried as best as he could to be quiet so you could stay asleep, but he would always walk into something. It would prompt you to then walk out of your room and just stare at him. (“Leon, really?” “I… I’m sorry, I don’t know how the kitchen table got right there.” You were already awake and waiting for him to come home, but you liked seeing him stumble over himself to apologize to you.)

Once Leon had gotten word that he would be going on prolonged work missions, you could see he was guilty about leaving you alone. You comforted him as best you could, but you were often lonely without his presence. You did lots of cat ownership contemplating during those times.

While he was mostly a heavy sleeper, and could fall asleep anywhere, there were times you would wake up to noise in the kitchen. You would investigate to find him rummaging through the cabinets, looking for snacks. (“I thought you said you bought more cheez-its.” “I did, Leon. You ate them.” “Oh.” “Come on, there’s some in my room. I was hiding them from you, but you can take them.”)

Leon’s love language was very much quality time. You knew his job was stressful, and your schedule was often not fixed, so on the nights you were both home, he wanted to be in your presence, whether it be watching something together, or doing your own thing in the same room. He didn’t want those nights to end, because it always meant you had to go back to your own room. (You didn’t want these nights to end, and you wish Leon would just tell you that you can fall asleep in his room.)

No matter what the temperature is in the house, it seems like it never bothers him, or rather that he gets hot way too fast. This man is seen more often without a shirt than with one, not that it was totally a nuisance to you. You knew he was more observant than he led on to be, so you only let yourself look at his body when he is turned around. (“Leon, I’m in a sweatshirt, and you are half naked. Clearly one of us is wrong about the temperature here.” “Well, it’s not me.”)

Leon grew on you really fast. You knew you made a good choice in roommates after the first time Leon detected your bad mood and did whatever he could to make you happy. (“Gummy worms? Thanks, Leon. I’m surprised you didn’t eat these already.” “I was definitely going to. But you need them more than me.” He definitely snuck a few while you ate them.)

a/n: today is my birthday! take these little headcanons that I'm always thinking about while I finish the other fic and start some more :) does anyone else need a friends to lovers roommates au now... (cause i do) (thank you again for the support on my first fic. the pressure to please is high but i’m excited for my next fics!)

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy fanfiction #headcanons #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy x gn reader #leon kennedy headcanons #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4

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jimblejamblewritings · 1 year ago

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An Observation of Humankind [thinkpiece number: 1]

Every girlie (nonbinary, women and men of all orientations included) is a type of Marauder and their partners are marauder love interest — fandom version included.

James Girlies:

either like sports or play sports, especially soccer/football or rugby

bad eyesight

defends everyone

himbo and ditzy but we love them for that

fanfiction reader/sharer

have had several short-term but very intense crushes

surprisingly not always high school sweethearts (which yeah odd cause of Lily)

nature bros

calls their journal a diary with no shame

are always outside and can't sit their ass at home for too long

love bouquets

own at least one pair of converse

loves pop music and Hozier

have scaled a fence before

might be able to play the guitar

handwriting could be nicer if they tried

didn't get their drivers' license right away

take their coffee any way that isn't straight black coffee

definitely think all people are hot even if they don't swing that way (think lesbians love Thor)

loved Merlin the tv show

James Girlies love Regulus and Lily people, which means:

cold people, smart people, black cat people, painters, polite people, readers, homebody people, gothic people, hippie people, people with beautiful handwriting, black coffee drinkers, whisky lovers

Sirius Girlies:

dog people and cat people equally

doc martens

loves coffee and tea equally

fanfiction writer/reader

gorgeous handwriting, probably cursive

might know or has had an interest in calligraphy

an astrology and/or astronomy girl

speaks at least two languages

plays an instrument, any instrument... but their parents definitely suggested piano

leather jackets

denim jackets

wears way less black than people think

fantasy nerd and has played dungeons and dragons

was a superwholockian

usually the only child or older child

doesn't smoke but everyone thinks they might

cocktails or whiskey and beer, no in between

virgin till like freshman year of college or later, to everyone's shock

looks like a black cat but is actually a golden retriever

however they could kill you don't get it twisted

has trauma but won't trauma bond

crooked smile and not perfect teeth but gorgeous anyway

perfect hair that is deliberately messed with

motorcycles and vespas and small cars

listens to every genre of music

tattoos (even if just one small one)

journal person

can quote certain movies by heart

unfortunately turned on by sweater vests

fashion girlie

Sirius Girlies love Marlene, Remus, and other Sirius people, which means:

warm people, confident people, tall people, flirty people, musicians, readers, intellectual people, fancy people

Remus Girlies:

sweets lover

probably likes dark chocolate the most as well as hot chocolate

owns sweaters, probably vintage, some handmade by their Sirius girlies

plays chess

can draw

mismatched socks

waits till the last minute to do laundry

is more of a cat person but also loves dogs

didn't have strict parents and ended up giving themselves curfews and discipline and only late realized the reverse psychology

keeps a notebook about everything their partner likes

messy cook in the kitchen

loves tea a bit over coffee

is probably the actual smoker of the group

doesn't make their bed

good kissers

always carries a jacket or wears a shirt under their sweater so they can give it to their partner

can hold their liquor a bit too well perhaps

has trauma and might trauma bond

great fashion sense but will wear literally whatever is clean

Remus Girlies love Sirius, Pandora, and Dorcas (hear me out) people, which means:

black cat looks and golden retriever personality, weird people, people that pour their pain and emotions into their art whether music or painting or drawing, people that take time to care for themselves in the morning, witchy people, smiley people

Peter Girlies (pretend there was no betrayal):

underestimated

asks the most off-putting questions without realizing it

takes a camera everywhere

loves board games

tea drinker all day every day

baker

sends selfies at literally any angle because they don't care

always pays attention to everyone

loves breakfast food eaten not at breakfast

had a ukelele phase

cleanest of their friend group

Peter Girlies love Mary people, which means:

sunshine people, almost always happy, excitable people, pda lovers, carefree topeople

#mara #marauders #james potter #peter pettigrew x reader #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #marauders fluff #peter pettigrew

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hyperfix-wip · 6 months ago

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Octobie Comfort: Sleepy Quips

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Author's Note: First entry for @the-kr8tor 's Octobie event! Hope you guys enjoy! Banners are from @mushroom-graphics-allotment

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw suggestive language, some discussion on pet spaying, lovestruck! Hobie, Fluff.

Hobie had a shitty sleep schedule, and he knew it.

Being a Spider-person and a night owl, he took it upon himself to patrol at all hours of the night, swinging around the streets of London with his newest model of web shooters he just built and keeping an eye out for any crime happening or any civilian in need of help. Whether it was a late-night purse snatching, or a V.E.N.O.M copper about to shut down a night protest, or a small kitten trapped on top of a tall tree, he was going to take care of that.

That being said, tonight was a quiet night for him. Sitting on the ledge of a tall building looming over the city, he let out a loud yawn as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His spider senses did not go off at all throughout his patrol, a rare moment for the Spider. It got to the point where he found the patrol to be a little boring of all things, where his eyelids slowly started to droop down again, only for him to quickly shake his head and lightly slap his cheeks in a desperate attempt to stay awake.

As he continued to stare off at the cityscape, coughing a little from the lingering odor of smog polluting the air, his mind started to wander to the new mattress he dragged into his houseboat from your– his girlfriend’s– universe, one that you begged him to get for a while after you saw the state of his old lumpy one the first time you visited his little canal boat.

(“Darling, I can still sleep on this–”

“There is a damn spring popping out of it, ‘bie!”)

A soft scoff slipped through Hobie’s nose at the little tiff– one that he let you win, obviously–before his mind wandered to an image of you dozing off in his new bed, waiting for him to come home from his patrol. You would probably wear one of his old shirts, the comfortable ones with worn out holes he would mindlessly fidget with, or the matching set of plaid pajamas you bought as a gag gift for Valentine’s day that you two unironically wear now. Maybe you’d be struggling to keep your eyes open while sitting in the bed while his cat soundly slept in your lap. Maybe when he finished his patrol, you’d welcome him with open arms and sleepily call him to bed with that sweet little smile–

Fuck it, he’s going home.

He quickly shot a web to the nearest building he could find and pushed himself off the ledge, flying and weaving his way across London to his houseboat for his awaiting lover.

When Hobie finally landed on the docks in front of his canal boat, his tired eyes lit up slightly at the sight of a tungsten light shining from the window of his room. His heavy footsteps echoed against the wooden floorboards as he climbed onto the houseboat towards the cabin area, but the thumps of his soles got overpowered by the lapping waves and the nearby traffic.

By the time he finally approached his quarters and slowly pushed the door open, his eyes instantly landed on you peacefully curled up in his bed, a book lying on top of your chest while music softly played from your phone by your side. A small huff slipped through his nostrils, but a fond smile curled up on his lips as a warm sensation creeped up in his chest and lulled his spider senses to a calm buzz in his head. He quietly stepped into his room, his eyes only focused on you, only to accidentally push his cat Cherry with his foot, who in turn got spooked and shrilly yowled, in turn making him scream as the cat jumped and ran away, knocking over some trinkets off his desk.

Spooked by the sudden crashing in the room, you screamed and scrambled up on the bed, hair messed up in all directions, before you blindly grabbed the nearest object near you– the thick hardcover book– and were about to chuck it to his head. His spider sense instantly flared up in the back of his head as he turned his attention back to you, and he held his arm out while pulling his mask off his face.

“DARLING, WAIT– IT’S ME!”

Your arm froze mid-throw, your fingers instantly gripping on the book, and your bleary eyes widened as soon as they adjusted to the light and finally saw him.

“Jesus Christ…” you mutter under your breath with a sigh of relief as you drop your arm and drop back onto the bed, blinking away the remaining sleep in your eyes as you notice the night sky through the window. “What the hell, what time is it?”

He quickly crossed the room to his desk and scooped his peeved cat up into his arms, holding her in sort of a tight grip, almost like a baby. He let out a sigh as he walked over to the edge of the bed.

“It’s half-past one,” he answered with a tired voice before sitting down on the end of the bed, looking at you with a sheepish expression. “Sorry, just got out of patrol early. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

A soft grunt vibrated in your chest as you leaned against his shoulder while sleepily wiping the trail of drool off the corner of your mouth.

“It’s fine, ‘bie,” you chuckled quietly before you gazed down at the annoyed tri-colored cat in his arms. “Did Cherry get scared earlier?”

The cat in question wiggled in his grip with a huffy growl, but he refused to let her go, probably just to be an ass to the furry bundle of chaos as petty payback. He let out a defeated sigh as he turned his gaze over to you.

“Yeah, she got scared,” he sheepishly chuckled. “Gave me a damn fright when I walked in. Thought she was sleeping on the bed with you, but she was on the floor instead.”

A soft huff passed through your nostrils as you leaned closer and scratched behind Cherry’s ear. “That’s our little Cherry Bomb,” you let out a sleepy snicker before pulling your hand away and resting your back against the pillows and wooden wall. With a relaxed, sleepy smile, you stretched your arms out to him, silently signaling for him to lie on top of you.

Hobie couldn’t help but smile at your gesture as he set Cherry, who has now stopped wiggling, down on the bed before he crawled over on the bed to you. He rested his head on your stomach with a satisfied grunt, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“You’re my little Cherry Bomb,” he retorted with a tired smirk, “She’s just a wannabe.”

The tricolored cat stares at her owner with an indignant crinkle to her nose before hopping onto his back with a huff, forcing a more pained grunt out of him. You let out an amused snort before scratching behind Cherry’s ear again.

“Oh, you know Daddy didn’t mean that, Cherry,” you cooed quietly as Cherry purred and started to stretch and her paws kneaded on his shoulder blades.

He groaned against your stomach as the cat’s weight settled on his back and her claws lightly scratched his skin underneath his spider suit. It wasn’t like her claws were digging into him, but it was a bit uncomfortable.

He lifted his head and tucked his chin on your stomach to look up at you, a worn out expression still plastered on his face as he watched you affectionately coddle the purring feline. “You spoil her too much, ya know,” he said with a dry huff, “She’s supposed to scratch your eyes out for calling me Daddy…”

“I don’t know, you seemed to like me calling you Daddy when we were alone yesterday–”

His hand immediately reached up to cover your mouth before you could even finish your sentence, and your laughter muffled against his palm. The yellow-orange light in the room illuminates everything inside, leaving his cheeks exposed as they grow rosy from your cheeky comment.

“Shut up,” he scoffs with a slight snort, the corner of his lip curled up into a slight smirk. “You know what I meant. Also you don’t need to remind me about yesterday right now. That’s the problem with this damn cat, always interrupting us when things get good…”

Your body trembled with laughter as you pressed your lips against his palm before gently pulling his hand away from your mouth. “It might be payback for you interrupting her play date with that one black cat that comes over.”

Cherry instantly narrowed her green eyes at you before she hopped off of Hobie’s back, letting out a whiny meow before curling up by your side.

Hobie let out a loud huff and laid his head back down on your stomach with the side of his face pressed against you, the stress on his face slowly melting away while his arms wrapped around your waist tighter.

“It’s not my fault she’s trying to get some action from that other cat,” he grumbled dryly, trying to hold back some of his own amusement, “She’s like you. Can never get enough attention to her liking.”

“I thought you like it when I want your attention,” you quipped back with a playful lilt before you reached up to massage the nape of his neck. Hobie let out a little shiver as you gently knead that spot, melting more under your touch.

You then glanced down to the grumbling Cherry before your other hand reached out to scratch her neck. “But f’real though, Cherry, if you keep trying to sneak off with your boyfriend, Daddy and I will have to get you spayed. I’m not trying to be a cat grandma.”

Hobie let out a tired groan in protest, and your eyes drift back to him, meeting his weak glare. “I told you no,” he whined, his voice slightly muffled against your stomach, “I don’t want her to feel sad about not having kittens. I want her to be happy.”

You roll your eyes with an amused huff while continuing to massage his nape. “And you say I'm soft on her...”

A relenting sigh slipped through your lips before you adjusted yourself down on the bed, careful not to jostle Hobie too much. Cherry let out a big yawn before nestling against your side and dozing off again. “Then you better hope Cherry’s boyfriend is neutered.”

Hobie softly groans again and buries half his face into your stomach. “Or I could just keep Cherry and her boyfriend separated when Cherry’s in heat.”

You rolled your eyes with a huff of amusement, your stomach straining a bit from the ticklish vibrations from his talking, before your hand gently trailed up from his neck to the back of his head to gently scratch his scalp, making sure to avoid getting your fingers caught in his wicks.

“Good luck with that. Cherry picked up your habit of sneaking off without people noticing…”

Hobie’s breath hitched softly from your touch, and all the muscles in his body relaxed as you let your nails slowly trail up and down the back of his head. A soft shudder coursed through his body as he slowly let out a long exhale before he responded.

“Ugh, bloody hell…”

A small chortle passed through your lips while your fingers continued to caress his head. Sleep slowly creeped up on you again as his body heat seeped into yours.

Meanwhile, he grew more relaxed from your ministrations, soft shivers running down his spine and through his limbs every time your nails ran along his scalp, his body growing heavier as he melted into you.

He let out a soft exhale and muttered, “Stop. You’re gonna put me to sleep…”

A sleepy smile curled up on your face while your eyes also grew heavier. “Good. You need to sleep anyway, ‘bie.”

Hobie grumbled under his breath as his eyes slowly shut. As much as he tried to deny it and hold off on the urge to sleep, he knew you were right. His body was exhausted, and he couldn’t even remember the last time he got a decent night’s rest.

He lets out a defeated groan before he begrudgingly relents, “I hate you…”

A drowsy, cheeky smirk creeped up on your face while you continued to lightly graze his scalp with your nails. “Love you too, ‘bie.”

Damn it, he thinks to himself as he failed to suppress a loud yawn. Why does he still underestimate your ability to get him to do whatever you want?

“Love is a strong word,” he teased with a lazy smirk as he finally gave up the fight against sleep, his voice tired and half-joking.

You instinctively rolled your eyes again, but you still massaged and caressed his head. “Shut up, smartass,” you huffed out with a slight chuckle before letting out another yawn.

Hobie quietly chuckled against your midsection, your fingers still slowly massaging his scalp, making his head all fuzzy and his eyelids heavy. He slowly let out a long exhale, his entire body falling limp and his arms lazily wrapping around your waist again, before he shut his eyes and murmured his last words for the night.

“Love you, darling…”

The slight smile on your face grew into a satisfied grin. His soft snores vibrated against your stomach while Cherry purred against your side, nuzzling her head against you while fast asleep. Another yawn snuck up on you before you turn the light off on the nightstand, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness before you shut your eyes to join your slumbering family.

“Love you too, ‘bie.”

#hobie brown #octobie #octobie comfort #hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #the-kr8tor #octobie'24 #atsv hobie #hobie october event #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

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