#and others will get a bouquet but it’s still the same kind of intimacy and intense love that u would give to a partner

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Hey, just an idea that would work really well, I think. Can you do a smut with a horribly jealous Elijah? They have a casual affair going because she has severe intimacy issues, but Elijah is deeply in love and needs her to realize that?

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You've denied what your heart wants for so long and Elijah is tired of waiting.

♡♡ Thanks for the request, I may have gotten a little carried away with this one ♡♡

6.2k words - Warnings: smut, lots of drinking / drunkenness, men being gross, white knight Elijah, dom!elijah (as dom as I can write it, I'm just a sappy romantic), rough(ish) sex, rim job (f!receiving), blood drinking, biting & hangovers.

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It was annoying, really, how good Elijah was in bed. You never thought you would be the kind of girl who would lose your mind over a simple touch, but you couldn't get enough. You had never felt this way, even after months of sex, and it was maddening.

You had started sleeping together on a whim, one night of drinking leading to a night of fun. It was just meant to be a one-time thing, but it became more frequent, and then more, until you found yourself spending more time with him than alone.

‘No strings attached’ you had said when you first started sleeping together, but as time went on, Elijah was getting more and more attached and so were you.

When you were underneath him, clinging to his strong shoulders, panting and moaning as he completely unraveled you, it was easy to forget that it was supposed to be casual. But then his gaze would lock onto yours, those dark intense eyes with so much love pouring out of them and you couldn't stand it.

You would close your eyes and look away, your heart beating so hard you thought it would explode. He would always pause for a second, then keep going.

This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't the deal, and you wanted him to stop, but at the same time you didn't. The look he gave you frightened you, it was like he was seeing inside your soul, seeing all the parts of you that you tried so hard to keep secret.

Elijah had never hidden the fact that he wanted more from you, but he had respected your boundaries. He hid how much it hurt him when you told him that you didn't want more, and you knew that, yet he kept going, because he couldn't stay away from you.

He would give you anything you asked for, and he would take anything you gave him, and he would never tell you that he was unhappy.

He was always so good to you.

Until you started seeing other people.

And then he wasn't so good.

Elijah heard the click of your boots before you even entered the compound. He'd been listening for them all morning, his ears trained to the sound, his heart lifting every time a woman with the right footfall walked in. Only when he'd heard you arrive would he relax his shoulders, his mind no longer consumed with the idea of you and another man together.

It was a new torture. Before, he had just wanted you. Now, he had you, and he knew that someone else was touching you, and that someone wasn't him.

"Beks! Beks! Oh my God, what a night!" You came bounding through the courtyard, you had a coffee in one hand and a fresh bouquet of flowers in the other. Still in the same clothes you left in last night, the only change was your makeup smudged, your hair a little messy.

Elijah watched you from the balcony above. You hadn't seen him yet. You were too busy gushing to Rebekah, who had been waiting eagerly for your return.

"What happened? I lost you after we did those shots with Klaus." Rebekah asked, taking the flowers and looking you over.

"Okay, you know that hot guy who was flirting with me at the bar? Well I went to some house party with him and a few of his friends," You said, sitting down next to Rebekah and taking a long sip of coffee. "So we were all drinking, and then we did some shots, and then a couple of lines, and then one thing led to another..."

You trailed off, grinning at her. She gave you a look, gesturing for you to go on.

Elijah tried his best not to listen, but he could help himself. He had never been able to resist the sound of your voice.

"So what happened?" She asked.

"Well, we ended up in the kitchen and he was fucking me against the counter," You said with a giggle.

"Was he any good?"

"Not really," You replied, taking a big gulp of coffee and rolling your eyes. "But the kitchen was real fancy, and there was a maid who saw us."

Rebekah laughed, shaking her head.

"That is classic, darling," She said, handing you back the flowers.

"Yeah, and then when I was on my way out in the morning I stole these right out of a vase," You said proudly, putting them down on the table next to you.

The sound of your giggles floated up to him. It was utterly infuriating, and at the same time, it was like a balm to his soul.

Elijah had never felt this way before.

Pure, untamed, jealousy.

He knew he shouldn't care, he knew he should be happy for you, but he couldn't stop thinking about you with other men. He couldn't stop wondering what it was like, what they were like. What did they say to you, did they make you laugh, did they touch you the way he did?

Did you want them, the way you wanted him?

And most importantly, why wasn't he enough?

"So are you going to see him again? Did he get your number?" Rebekah asked, breaking Elijah out of his dark thoughts.

"No, and yes. He wanted to go out again tonight," You replied.

"Are you going to say yes?"

"Maybe," You said, shrugging. "I'd prefer to go out with you guys, though. Maybe we could get Kol to come along."

"That would be lovely, maybe we could even convince Elijah to join," Rebekah said, smiling mischievously.

Elijah perked up at this and decided to make his presence known. He descended the stairs, trying to appear nonchalant, his usual charming self.

"Good morning, ladies," He said, his eyes fixed on you. You turned and smiled, and it made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey," You replied, grinning.

"We were just talking about going out tonight," Rebekah said, glancing between you.

"Oh? Where are you going?" Elijah asked.

"Not sure yet, wherever Beks wants," You replied. "But we were thinking that we could all go, you included."

Elijah tried not to react. He didn't want to go anywhere, not if you were going to bring one of your...paramours.

"Maybe," He said, keeping his tone light.

"Aw, come on, please?" You begged, flashing him those big, pretty eyes and batting your eyelashes.

"Yes, come with us," Rebekah joined in.

Elijah knew he would cave, like always. He couldn't say no to you, not when you looked at him like that.

"Fine," He agreed, and Rebekah and you cheered.

"It'll be fun, I promise," You said, and Elijah hoped so. He didn't think he could take much more of this.

Elijah found himself in the back of a car with his siblings. He had tried to stay home, to come up with an excuse, but Rebekah had dragged him out the door and into the car, saying that she didn't want him to sit at home and brood all night.

You were sitting in the passenger seat, talking animatedly to Rebekah. Klaus was driving, and Kol was on the phone with Davina, telling her all about the plans for the night.

"I can't believe we managed to get you out of the house without you wearing a suit," you teased, admiring his outfit. He had opted for a white shirt and black pants, his sleeves rolled up and his collar unbuttoned. He looked ridiculously good.

"I can dress casually, when I want to," He said, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Maybe when you are going to bed," You replied, winking. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, the sight of it sending a rush of heat to your core.

"I'd be happy to show you, if you would like," He said, his voice deep and sexy.

The rest of the Mikaelsons didn't know about the affair you and Elijah were having. It was meant to be casual, you didn't want anything serious, and so the two of you were keeping it a secret. But they definitely suspected something was up, considering the flirting, the longing looks, and the time Klaus saw Elijah sneaking out of your room.

"Maybe later, if you're lucky," You shot back, giving him a wink.

He chuckled and shook his head, trying not to grin like an idiot. He was failing.

"Don't mind me, I'll just sit here and pretend I can't hear any of this," Kol interjected, looking up from his phone.

"Hush, brother," Elijah said, and Kol made a face, returning his attention to Davina.

You continued talking to Rebekah and Kol, trying to ignore the heat of Elijah's gaze on you.

When you arrived at the club, Kol immediately disappeared to go find Davina and Klaus was swarmed by women within seconds of entering the place.

You and Rebekah got drinks, and Elijah stayed close, trying not to stare at the way you moved your hips, the way your skin glowed in the dark, the way the tight dress you wore clung to your curves.

"Dance with me," You said, turning and holding out a hand. Elijah hesitated, his eyes roaming your body.

"I don't dance," He said.

"Liar," You accused, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the crowd. He followed, letting you lead him.

Once you reached the dance floor, you started moving to the beat. Your hands rested on his chest, his arms wrapping around you, the two of you moving together. The way you felt around him was indescribable, and you never wanted to leave his embrace.

The music was loud, and the people were packed together. He could feel the warmth of your body, the softness of your skin, the way your breath hitched when he pulled you closer.

You leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear, and he inhaled sharply.

"Come on, Elijah, have some fun," You purred.

"I'm having plenty of fun," He replied, his voice low and rough.

"Are you sure? You seem a little tense," You teased, your hand slipping under the bottom of his shirt, feeling his skin.

"I'm sure," He said, his hand resting on your waist.

You smiled, your eyes glittering with mischief.

"Let's go somewhere quieter, then," You suggested, pulling him away from the dance floor and towards a secluded corner.

"Is that a good idea?" He asked, his tone serious, but his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Probably not," You replied, and he grinned.

You stopped, the two of you hidden by shadows, and Elijah pressed his lips to yours. You could taste the hint of whiskey, the faint scent of his cologne lingering on his skin. 

He was so gentle, his hands cupping your cheeks as he kissed you slowly, his lips warm and soft against yours. You wanted something more aggressive from him, you tugged at his hair, trying to deepen the kiss, but he kept his pace slow, steady, torturous.

You pulled away, the alcohol coursing through your veins, your head spinning. You could hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears, feel his breath hot on your cheek.

He was gazing at you, his eyes dark and intense, and you felt a surge of fear and vulnerability that made you snap.

"Stop. Doing. That." You said, pulling away.

"What?"

"Looking at me like that," You replied.

"How am I looking at you?"

"Like...like..." You trailed off, unsure how to explain it. Like he was looking at you like he loved you, like he wanted you. It was unsettling.

"Like I love you? Because I do."

"Shut up," You muttered, avoiding his gaze.

He took your chin and forced you to look at him. His expression was serious, his gaze boring into yours.

"What do I have to do to convince you?" He said pressing you further into the wall, his body trapping yours.

"Do I have to fuck you so hard you never think about another man again?" He growled. "Is that what you want?"

You stared at him, unable to speak.

"Do you want me to tear off your clothes right here and now, and fuck you against the wall, where anyone could see us? Is that what it will take to convince you?" He said, his voice low and husky.

Your mouth opened, but no words came out.

He chuckled, and his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, passionately, making your knees weak and your heart race. His hands were everywhere, pulling at your clothes, touching every inch of your skin.

"What do I have to do to make you mine and only mine?" He asked, his voice thick and raspy, his fingers gripping your hips and digging in.

You whimpered, trying to catch your breath. He was usually so reserved, so gentle and controlled. This was something else, this was him letting go, and it was overwhelming.

"Lijah-," You moaned, trying to form a coherent thought. "I need some air," You said, pushing him away.

He reluctantly let you go, watching you walk away with pain in his eyes.

You slipped through the crowd and towards the bar, ordering a drink and trying to compose yourself. You could still feel his body heat, his touch on your skin.

"Hey dollface," A voice came from behind you. It was a guy you'd met the night before. Flashes of the fancy kitchen returned to your mind, but you really didn't want to repeat what you'd done last night.

"Hey," You said, smiling politely. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, me neither," He laughed. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Thanks," You replied, finishing the one in your hand. "I'll have a whiskey,"

"Be right back," He winked, disappearing towards the bartender.

You waited for a few minutes before he came back with two glasses of whiskey.

"What are you doing tonight?” He said, giving you a flirty smile.

You gave him a coy smile, sipping your drink.

"Oh, I don't know. Whatever you're into," You said, watching his expression change.

You loved this, the chase, the anticipation of knowing what would happen next. It wasn't even necessarily about the sex, it was about being wanted. You loved to be touched, to be desired, to be looked at with awe and lust. It was easy for you, just a game that you liked to play, a way to make you feel special.

But Elijah was still on your mind, eating away at any enjoyment you should be getting out of this encounter. So you drank, more than you usually did, hoping the alcohol would help numb the feelings you had for him.

Unfortunately, it only made everything worse.

You didn't care about this guy, nor did you want to sleep with him again, you were just enjoying the attention. You needed to forget Elijah and focus on something else, anything.

The rest of the night became a blur, a messy, meaningless haze of alcohol and sounds and hands on your skin. You lost track of time, you stopped caring and you found yourself outside the club, being pulled towards his car, giggling and hiccupping the whole time.

"Come on, sugar, it'll be fun," He slurred, wrapping an arm around you. "Let's have another round at my place," He was trying to pull you into the backseat, and you were too drunk and dizzy to put up a fight.

"I don't know," you mumbled, trying to focus on his face but having a hard time keeping him in your line of vision. He flashed you a dopey smile, leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss.

"My friieennds will be worried," you protested, trying to get him off you. He wasn't really listening, his attention focusing on groping your ass. You tried to get him to let go of you, pushing on his chest, but he didn't budge.

"I'm sory-" you slurred, "tis was bad idea,"

"Why?" He asked, confusion etched across his face.

"I'm farrrrr to drunk," you said, the words coming out slowly, "I shouldna had that fifth drink,"

"You're very cute when you're drunk," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Shtop," you slurred, struggling to get out of his grasp.

You saw Elijah leaving the club with Klaus and tried to push the man off.

"My frriiieends areleaving,"

"Come on, they'll understand," he replied, tightening his grip on you.

You started to panic, the world was spinning, and you couldn't think straight. Elijah saw you and came over, the look on his face making it clear that he knew what was going on.

"Lijah-" you said, reaching for him.

The man backed off immediately when he saw Elijah, running his hand through his hair nervously.

"Are you okay?" Elijah asked, pulling you into his arms. You collapsed against his chest, breathing in his familiar scent.

"Too drunk," you slurred, your head lolling against his chest.

He picked you up bridal style, glaring at the man, who was shrinking into himself. He brought you to the car and sat you down in the back seat, he leaned over to fasten your seatbelt and you looked up at him, trying to focus on his face.

"I'm sorry, he jus-just wouldn't stop." You said, your words coming out slowly.

Elijah's demeanor completely changed when he saw how drunk you were. He could smell the alcohol on your breath, see the fog in your eyes.

"Klaus, watch her. I'll be right back," he said, before disappearing.

You tilted your head back, the whole car felt like it was spinning. Klaus was saying something you couldn't quite make out, the words muffled.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, until Elijah came back and got in the car. He had a grim look on his face and there was blood on his shirt.

"Lij-lijah," You whispered, reaching out for him as he sat next to you. "Please tell me you didn't killed him,"

Elijah didn't say a word, just wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You leaned into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you," You mumbled, your words slurring together.

He smiled slightly, holding you tightly.

You began to drift off to sleep, feeling safe in his arms. He stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Elijah was hurt that you ran away after his confession. He was the patient one, the one who always waited for you, always put you first. But he was tired of waiting. He couldn't pretend to not have feelings for you anymore, so he'd said something. Then you fled, too scared of commitment, too frightened of intimacy to stick around.

He'd hoped you would give him a chance, that you could learn to trust him and open your heart. But you had rejected him, again and again, and he was done waiting for you to change your mind.

When the car pulled up in front of the compound, you stumbled out, the alcohol making you unsteady on your feet. Your heels making it impossible to walk properly.

You took a tumble but Klaus caught you, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping you stay upright.

"I got her," Elijah said, his voice soft.

"I'm fiiiiinnnnneeee," You protested, trying to push them away, but you fell again and Elijah picked you up and carried you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

"Always such a gentleman," You giggled, your face buried in his neck.

"Sometimes," He said, amusement clear in his voice.

"You look very nice tonight," you added, tugging at his hair.

He brought you to your room and set you on the bed, pulling off your heels and helping you under the blankets.

"Lijah I'm cold, will you come keep me warm?" You pouted, batting your eyelashes at him.

Elijah let out a long sigh, and climbed into bed with you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You cuddled up to him, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around you. You couldn't deny the feelings you had for him, but you were determined to push them away. You didn't deserve him, he was far too good for you.

"I'm sorry, Lijah," You whispered, you placed your thigh around his hips, wrapping yourself around him. You wanted him closer, you wanted to feel his skin against yours, feel his heartbeat against your chest. "I want you," you breathed, pressing your lips to his.

He didn't respond, just pulled his head back and stared at you. His gaze was intense, and you found yourself unable to look away, you felt like your heart was being cracked open, exposed.

"No, you don't, you're just drunk," He whispered, his breath hot on your cheek. You were confused, conflicted by the emotions you were feeling, the sensations his closeness provoked.

"Let me show you," You whispered, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, trying to kiss him again, but he pulled back, breaking your hold.

You whimpered, frustrated, as he carefully unwound your arms, freeing himself.

"I can't keep doing this," He said, his voice pained, "it's not fair to either of us. I'm done being the second choice. I'm done being the one you run to when you have nowhere else to go."

"That's not true-" You said, tears welling up in your eyes. You felt like your heart was breaking, shattering into a million pieces, but you couldn't let him know, you couldn't show how much you were hurting.

"Isn't it?" He asked, his tone calm, but there was a fury in his eyes, "I love you, but this isn't working. I'm done wasting my time waiting for you to pick me. I'm just...I'm done,"

You felt like he'd punched you in the gut, your heart was pounding, your stomach twisting in knots. You tried to think of a reply, but you couldn't find any words. You laid there in silence, unable to speak.

He looked at you for a moment, then nodded to himself, as if he'd made up his mind. He got out of bed and left without a word.

Your mind raced as you processed what had just happened.

You were overwhelmed, your emotions a hurricane in your mind. Everything was a mess. You could feel your heart rate rising, your body starting to shake, your breathing coming in shallow bursts. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down, trying to relax, but the panic wouldn't go away.

Then it started, you were shaking uncontrollably, tears pouring down your face, and you couldn't stop crying. You rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, gripping your legs as tightly as possible, the tears flowing freely as you let out a strangled sob.

You cried yourself to sleep, Elijah's name on your lips.

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache and a mouthful of sand. Your whole body ached, and the sunlight streaming through the windows made your head throb.

You dragged yourself from the shower, then to the kitchen, in search of coffee like it was a life line.

"Morning, sunshine," Rebekah chirped, way too cheerful for how shitty you felt.

You just grunted in response, pouring yourself a cup of coffee and adding a splash of whiskey. "Can you turn me so I don't have to feel like shit," You asked, leaning against the counter.

Rebekah snorted, sipping her coffee.

"That's a terrible reason to become a vampire," She replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, it would save me from hangovers," You shot back, and she shook her head, amused.

"So, how was your night?" You asked, and she smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"It was fantastic," She replied, and you chuckled, taking a long drink of your coffee.

"I'm glad someone had a good time," You said, and she gave you a sympathetic look.

"I thought you and Elijah were hitting it off?" She asked, and you sighed, shaking your head.

"It's complicated," You replied, not wanting to go into detail.

"It's not," she replied, her tone matter-of-fact. "You are just making it so,"

You glared at her, irritated.

"Look, I'm not trying to pry, but I've seen the way you two look at each other. You are both just being stubborn," She continued, and you huffed, rolling your eyes.

"Whatever, I don't want to talk about it," You replied, trying to change the subject.

"Love can be messy," She said, and you laughed, shaking your head.

"Yeah, that's why I don't do it," You replied, and she gave you a look, her brow furrowed.

"You love Elijah, it's not a dirty word," She said, and you scoffed.

"I do not," You protested, and she sighed, exasperated.

"Love isn't something you can opt out of," She replied, her voice soft. "Trust me I've tried,"

You were silent, unable to think of a retort.

"You are just scared, that's all," She continued, and you looked away, not wanting to meet her gaze.

"There's nothing wrong with that, but it's also no reason to run away," She added, her voice gentle.

"I'm not running, I'm living my best life," You replied, a hint of bitterness in your voice.

She just stared at you, her expression one of pity.

"Yeah, well, maybe your best life needs some changes," She said, finishing her coffee and standing up. "I'll see you later,"

You slunk into a chair, nursing your coffee and trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your stomach.

You didn't even try to deny her accusations, the words dying in your throat. Because she was right, you were scared.

You found Elijah in his room, sitting on the window seat, reading. He looked up when you entered, a small smile on his face.

"How are you feeling? He asked.

"Like shit," You mumbled, shuffling your feet.

"Understandable," He replied, looking back down at his book.

You fidgeted with the hem of your dress, unable to meet his gaze.

"So, last night..." You started, trailing off.

He glanced at you, a curious look on his face.

"I'm sorry," You continued, looking down at your feet.

He put his book down and stood up, walking over to you. He kept his distance, but there was a familiar look in his eyes.

"Did you really mean it? When you said you didn't want this?" You asked, gesturing between the two of you.

"What would you have me do?" He asked, his expression unreadable.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. You didn't know what to say, you didn't have the words to describe what you were feeling. So you did what you always did when things got tough, you shut down, closed yourself off and tried to run.

You turned away, ready to walk out, but Elijah grabbed your arm, stopping you. He pulled you close, his face inches from yours.

"Why do you keep pushing me away?" He asked, his voice soft.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. You tried to think of something to say, something that would make him understand, but your mind was blank.

"Because... Because I'm scared," You said, your voice barely a whisper.

He lifted your chin up, his gaze searching yours.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked, and you let out a shaky breath.

"I'm afraid of losing you," You said, your voice breaking slightly. "I'm afraid that you'll break my heart,"

His eyes grew dark and he pushed you back against the wall. Your heart hammered in your chest, fear and desire surging through your body. His hands gripped your hips, his gaze hungry and dangerous. You saw his desire, his love, and for once, you didn't want to run from it.

You pushed against his chest, your breathing becoming shallow, but he didn't budge. He was firm, unyielding, just like his love for you.

 His hands traveled up your body, pushing up your dress. He pulled it over your head and tossed it aside, leaving you exposed and vulnerable before him. He looked down at you, drinking in the sight, and you felt a rush of heat in your core. His gaze was almost too much to bear, but you held it, refusing to back down. He pressed his lips to yours, the kiss hungry and rough, and you moaned against his lips.

"I can't share you anymore," he whispered, his voice strained with effort, his nose buried in your neck.

"You don't have to," you mumbled, gasping when he sank his fangs into your neck. You gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

"Good," he growled, withdrawing his fangs. His tongue lapped at your neck, sending a wave of pleasure through you.

"Mine," he said, a possessive edge to his voice.

You trembled under his touch, his kiss growing even more heated. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. He lifted your thigh, wrapping it around his hips and pressing your back against the wall.

"I'm going keep you in my bed until you understand," he growled, and you moaned, unable to think straight.

He ripped your panties off, tossing them aside before sinking two fingers into you. You arched your back, grinding against his hand, desperate for relief. He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as his fingers pumped into you.

He watched you, a small smirk on his face, enjoying the way you came undone beneath him. Something in him had snapped, and he could not longer hold back his need for you to be his. He tried many times to show you how much he loves you, but you always ran away at the first sign of intimacy. Not this time though, he was going to break down every wall you'd built and claim you.

You were getting closer to the edge, your breathing labored as your pleasure built. Just as you were on the verge, he removed his fingers from you, denying you relief. You cried out, trying to grind against him, but he held you still. He loved seeing you like this, desperate and begging for him.

"Now you know how I feel," he whispered, and you gasped, his words sending a shockwave through you.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you around, slamming you against the wall, making the painting beside you rattling in its place.

He pressed himself into your back, his hand circling your throat, the other wandering freely. He ran his finger along the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts from the lacy material.

His fingers traced your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks, his lips on your neck. You whimpered as he rolled his hips against you, the bulge in his pants rubbing against your ass.

"I'm going to mark every inch of your perfect skin," He purred, his voice thick with desire. "So everyone knows you are mine,"

He nipped at your neck, his fangs threatening to break the surface again. You moaned, grinding against him, desperate for more. He chuckled, sucking at the spot on your neck, leaving a dark hickey behind.

He pulled you away from the wall and pushed you onto the bed, forcing you onto all fours. His hands gripped your hips, and he leaned forward, licking a strip down the length of your spine. You shivered, your whole body alive and sensitive to his touch. He slid his tongue between your cheeks, stopping to suck and lick at your tight little hole, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you.

You tried to sit up but he pushed you back down, his tongue spearing into your rear entrance. You moaned, squirming under him, your face flushed with desire. He inserted a finger into your pussy, and began to slowly fuck you.

It didn't take long for your thighs to start shaking, your muscles tensing as your orgasm approached. You bit your lip, trying to hold back, but it was futile. You let go with a low moan and suddenly yelped as he sunk his fangs into your ass cheek.

"Lijah!" You exclaimed, surprised.

This rough, wild side of him, so completely different from the gentle, refined man you knew, it scared and excited you. The way took control was the most erotic thing you've experienced in a long time.

He flipped you over and pressed you down onto the bed, straddling you. His pupils were blown wide, his lips stained red with blood, his breathing heavy. You tried to reach up and touch him, but he pinned your wrists down. You lay there, unable to move, completely at his mercy. You had never felt so safe and loved in your entire life.

He freed your wrists kissed them gently, a soothing gesture that contrasted with the roughness from earlier. His lips trailed down your arms, kissing, sucking, and nipping at your skin. You shuddered as his breath ghosted against your neck.

You tugged at his shirt, and he let you strip him of it, his bare skin warm and firm against your own. You ran your hands over his chest, relishing the feel of him.

He pulled off his pants, laying down beside you, your naked bodies intertwining. You stared up at him, a soft smile on your lips. He returned it, his gaze unguarded and gentle. He captured your lips in a sweet kiss, his hands stroking your face and hair.

"I'm sorry for being a fool," you said softly, your eyes glassy with tears.

"Shhh," he murmured, nuzzling your neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for,"

"I do," you insisted. "I love you, I've always loved you. I was just...I was just scared to admit it, to myself or anyone else."

You looked up at him, your expression vulnerable, your eyes pleading. He smiled softly and brushed his lips against yours, a gentle kiss, almost a question.

"Be mine, only mine," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

"Yes," you breathed, your heart hammering in your chest. "Always."

He parted your legs and slowly eased inside of you, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. He began moving his hips in a rhythmic motion, his fingers gripping the sheets.

You looked into his eyes, feeling whole. He was giving you such pleasure, and his love radiated from him, engulfing you. Everything behind his eyes, the trust and tenderness, the pain and loneliness, you saw all of it.

It made you feel like you were part of his inner world. He was baring his soul to you, letting you in and you were doing the same, letting him see beyond all of the walls and boundaries, right into the depths of your heart and spirit.

And the intensity of it all wasn't scary, it felt liberating, it felt right. His body was just a shell for his fire, for the overwhelming love he felt for you. You both weren't physical beings anymore, but something beyond. Like you are one entity, one flame, burning bright.

You couldn't really describe how you felt, but there was this sense of completion, like you've found something that had been missing all this time. You could see it in his eyes too, a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he looked lighter somehow.

You two were making love, and you were both acutely aware of it. There was no mistaking this for anything less, even if you tried. Time seemed to stand still and the outside world fell away, leaving only the two of you. No past or future, just the present.

You didn't need to talk, there was no need for words. You could feel his thoughts, and you could feel him understand yours, the two of you harmonizing and flowing with each other in an endless, gentle rhythm.

This was what he wanted all this time, to show you what sex can really mean when it is shared between two souls, two hearts. Not just animalistic fucking, but pure love-making, a deeper level of intimacy. And you understood now, you were becoming one.

You didn't know how long you had been making love, it could have been hours, or maybe it was days. All you knew was that it was the best experience of your life.

He was being serious when he said he was going to keep you in his bed until you understood. And now you do, now you understand what it means to be loved by him. What it is like to be part of him, to share that connection, that bond.

Your bodies were covered with sweat, entangled as one, both of you out of breath. Every muscle was sore but you didn't care. You were drunk off his love.

"Can we stay like this forever?" You asked, your eyes half closed, exhaustion setting in.

"Yes," He whispered, caressing your cheek. "Because you are mine, all mine,"

"Yours," you said sleepily, snuggling into him.

This was just one night together, a small taste of what being with him was going to be like, and you knew you would never be the same again. He had destroyed your walls and torn down every boundary you had built around yourself.

He held your bleeding heart in his hands, and instead of crushing it, he gave you his own.

{Moodboard->}

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[jacevelaryonswife]

ㅤㅤ Do you want me tonight?

∴pairing: Osferth x Fem!reader

∴warning: smut, english is not my first language.

Since your union with Osferth some time ago, you two didn’t shared a fruitful marital night. Even though your husband was kind and attentive, the act itself was uncomfortable, although short. It didn't help that he spent a few nights out with Uhtred and his band. You two weren't exactly uninhibited and relaxed, especially in bed, but a few days ago a restlessness in your femininity kept you unrested and irritable. Unfortunately your husband was away for a considerable time and with no expected return, which worsened your condition, as you didn't know if he was fine or if he would come back alive, fueling your anxiety even more. In all, only three nights were spent in carnal intimacy, where Osferth and you were shy and almost reluctant.

Even though he was your husband and you were his wife, it still felt wrong to indulge in such indulgence, almost a holy sin, especially when it felt so good to him. He felt guilty for the feeling and even more guilty when he saw the discomfort on your face. It was horrible to bring his sweet wife pain, so he decided not to warn you that he was on his way and to surprise you with beautiful yellow flowers. Osferth arrived at night, heading towards the bedroom to find you at the window in your bedclothes, oblivious to his presence. You wore the same delicate white dress as the other times you slept together.

“My lady… it's very good to see you,” he said, pulling you out of your reverie.

Your breath almost hitched at the sight of him, walking quickly into a hug. Your sudden strength surprised him, but he returned the intensity and heat. "I missed you husband, I didn't know you would arrive today." Taking a deep breath on his clothes to inhale the scent, you realized he had bathed earlier.

“I wanted to surprise you. Do you like it?” he asked with a shy smile, pulling away slowly and holding up the flowers expectantly.

“They are beautiful. Yes, I love them my love”, you said while looking at him intensely, gently picking up the flowers and enjoying them for a while. Whenever he returned from a journey he knew he would have questions to answer, but not now, not today. Now, you don't want to know what happened, you want to know what happens next.

He continued to smile fondly, preparing to say, "They suit-", but was interrupted by firm, almost impetuous lips on his.

“Don't say anything,” you said as you backed away, placing the bouquet on the headboard to return to him and encompass his beautiful, lovely face. "I want you. I want you tonight, husband. Do you want me?"

Oh Lord. He felt his skin heat up under your hands, breathing deeper than before. Osferth wasn't a liar, he wouldn't make up any excuses to get out of the situation, but a tightness in his chest made him reluctant. He didn't want to cause you pain, but he didn't want to continue to cultivate the feeling that the love you were making was wrong. The love between two people will never be a sin.

“My love… are you sure?”, he inquired.

"Yes. And you?

"Yes."

You pulled him into a passionate, fierce kiss, more intense than anyone had ever shared before. He held your waist gently, contrasting with the grip you held over his face and neck. The restlessness between your legs, which never quite went away, gradually increased during the contact of your lips. Another time you would have allowed yourself to melt into the sweetness of your husband, he was such a good and patient man, but there was no time to wait, not when you backed away and nearly ripped his tunic and holy symbol necklace from his body. To say he was surprised was an understatement, his lovely, tender wife, so demure, slid her hand down to touch him like never before, cupping his reactive member and making him groan hoarsely.

“Take them off,” you ordered, groping his smooth, clean torso before planting kisses along his length.

Osferth was stunned by the speed of the events, but he obeyed your command by removing the last piece that left him dressed, standing naked in front of you. You numbed at the sight of your husband and reached out again for a more aggressive and hungry kiss, rubbing your body against his, tugging at his dark blond hair and swallowing the sweet sounds he made as your skin rubbed against his newly grown manhood hardened and exposed. You held him for dear life, unable to let go, encouraging him to grip your waist tighter than usual. He moaned again as your hand touched his pleasure zone again, bracing itself against your body. You didn't want to stop the kiss and the movements, but you left him quickly to guide him to the shared bed.

“Lie down,” your voice came out breathlessly, watching him move to the center of the pale sheets. Taking off your dress for the first time, you were exposed in front of him, but you weren't intimidated in the least. “No barriers this time, I want to feel it completely.” It was the opposite. It was Osferth who sensed a prey under your intense gaze, but only until he saw your naked figure crawling towards him. So beautiful.

He could only watch with open mouth in anticipation as you climbed on top of him and braced your hands over his chest, leaning in very close to ask, "I want this tonight, is that okay?"

“Y-yes my lady, it's okay, it's okay,” he said between pulses of breaths.

You smiled contentedly before taking your husband's warm, smooth sword and pumping a few times, positioning yourself on top of him and sliding with a loud moan through the startling sensation of hitherto unknown pleasure. Osferth hummed as you wrapped him in your wet heat, cupping your hips and waist and then your breasts, almost ashamed to knead them between your fingers. You both gasped as you began to ride him experimentally, moving up and down deliciously before having him fully inside your shell and moaning at being so pleasantly full.

“Mmm, oh husband, this is so good.” You ground over him, fully wetting the length, making him tighten around your waist. The friction between the hot flesh was almost heavenly and crushing, better than other times and he needed to feel more, almost crying as your movements progressed and you bounced uninhibitedly on his manhood, moaning in unison. The pleasure was addictive and the wetness between your thighs made a mess at the base of his cock.

“My love,” he called, intoxicated by the steady rhythm you established and the way your core embraced him. So good. So deliciously good. He gently squeezed your breasts before cupping your ass and hips.

“Osferth!” you exclaimed as you rode him fast and hard, eyes closed at the magnificent friction and tingling growing in the bottom of your belly. So overwhelming. It’s sounds were loud and compelling, but nothing besides the carnal act between you and your husband mattered, not even the fine sheen of sweat that broke out on your forehead as the pleasure grew more intense and impossible to ignore, making you park your movements to grind and rub on it before jumping back in heavily.

He had never felt such a sensation, your connected bodies seemed to be on fire and he needed everything to contain himself and enjoy more. He just wanted more, almost desperate when his hips bumped unconsciously back to you and a tight grip caused by his wife made him moan louder. The lustful tingle seemed to explode through your body and a warm white color briefly blinded you. It was the most wonderful and intense feeling of your life, and if it weren't for your husband's hands on your waist, maybe your body would have fallen forward, still squeezing your legs.

“My lady,” Osferth moaned breathlessly, almost begging to be relieved as well. You ground against him a few times and felt the hot liquid gushing into your core as he sang loudly, squeezing your waist with a strength not seen before. Lying across his torso, you allowed yourself to relax after removing his sword from your womanhood. “That was heavenly, oh Lord, so good,” he commented breathlessly.

“Yes, it was so good my love”, you agreed with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. “Don't spend too much time out again, I need you here with me.” Your eyes met the beautiful soft blue irises before kissing him tenderly and calmly.

“I'm not going anywhere, my love”, he said with a genuine and passionate smile, hugging your body while closing his eyes momentarily. Yes, none of that felt like a sin.

for my bestie @syzrina 💗

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

BG3 Companions: How They Spend Valentine's Day ❤️️

A/N: For the sake of this hc, imagine there’s a Valentine’s Day in Faerun, okay? And sorry it’s so short. This has been a week from hell lol.

TW: Mentions of Sex; MDNI

Astarion:

Wine.

Sex.

Did I mention wine?

NOT because it’s Valentine’s Day, but just because he was in the mood. 

Really hates the idea of having to ‘perform’ for a certain day. It reminds him of… less-than-pleasant things. 

Appreciates it if you make your own holiday, an Anti-Valentine’s Day. 

Spends it downtown in Baldur’s Gate where the two of you sit and couple watch, whispering mocking commentary back and forth. Celebrates tf out of that with you. 

Gale: 

Makes plans months in advance then forgets about them the week of.

Surprises you with matching house robes and chocolate after Tara reminds him.

Has to take a bouquet of flowers to his Mother but promises you the perfect evening once he returns. 

Candlelit dinner, wine, a homecooked meal… the works. 

And yes, you can bet your bottom dollar the works involve a Gale astral plane threesome come nightfall. 

Wyll: 

Romantic af about it

Greets you with roses and chocolate before kissing the back of your hand.

Extra affectionate, as if you’re still in the infatuation phase, no matter how long you’ve been together/married. 

Has important work to do around Baldur’s Gate but takes you out for a romantic dinner at a fancy local restaurant. 

Karlach: 

Gets Withers to send you two to the surface for the entire 24 hours.

Plans on taking you everywhere and experiencing everything

Shows you off around town, complimenting you loud enough for everyone to hear.

Sets aside a large chunk of the nighttime for sex. Enough to ride your brains out. 

Seriously, all the sex. 

Shadowheart:

Very coy about it. 

Spends most of the day as if it’s just another borning on.

Surprises you with a night in, your favorite food, and some soft music playing in the background. 

Plans a romantic bath for you two, with bubbles and floating candles, and of course, tall glasses of wine. 

Wants it to be special, but also relaxed.

La’zel: 

Acts like she doesn’t care for such a indulgent day

She does, like totally does.

Lowkey expects YOU to surprise her. 

But she will relent eventually, telling you all the things she appreciates about your relationship as the two of you share a meal. 

It’s as vulnerable as she gets.

And of course sex. The kind that leaves you walking funny for a week after. 

Halsin:

Whittles you a figurine of two bears kissing in front of a heart-shaped moon. 

Spends much of the day with the children, helping them write Valentine's letters of their own. 

Plans an evening where the two of you can go off camping alone, and spend time just with each other in nature, under the stars. 

Bear sex? Bear sex.

Okay well, maybe just old-fashioned non druid wild shape sex but he makes sure to emphasize YOUR enjoyment.

Minthara:

Plans a coup for the very same day.

Only celebrates your holiday if the two of you win.

Drinks to both the fall of your enemies and her affection for you. 

Makes sure she gets her rocks off first in any intimacy you share. 

Then you can get your turn.

But her first. Always her first.

[tf2-hellhole]

hello! I hope this hasn't been requested before but, can you write some lovesick headcanons for the mercs? i'm talking totally head over heels, just absolutely immobilized by their feelings type of lovesick. How would they handle themselves? thank you so much ><

Sorry I wrote a whole essay lmao. I assumed that the the reader and the merc are already together in this. Also sorry, I didn’t really know how to write lovesick mercs so this kinda just ended up being how their behaviors change once they become lovesick.

Scout:

Is always trying so, so hard to impress you. He always shows off when you’re around; if he’s on the battlefield, he’ll say “Hey toots, watch this!” And will show off his speed or his aim. He’ll always come back and be all, “Damn, it must be amazing having an awesome boyfriend.”

He’s always bringing you food. When he buys food, he’ll offer to share it with you. If you say no, he’ll just shrug and say “Your loss.” He never, ever shares his food with anyone other than who he’s interested in, so as silly as it sounds, sharing his food with you shows he loves you.

He can be a little clingy sometimes, but he tries to cover it up, especially around the other mercs. He always has to come greet you if you show up after being away for more than an hour, usually with an arm slung over your shoulders and sometimes a quick smooch.

He’s always flustered by you giving him affection. Even something like holding his hand or giving him a quick peck on the cheek makes him turn bright red. In private, he’s always trying to get affection from you, and he can’t live without it. He’s always trying to hug, spoon, or cuddle you, every chance he gets.

He becomes a little more protective of you. In public, he’s always ready to tell someone to go screw themselves if they get friendly with you. He won’t hesitate to punch anyone who touches you.

The reason he loves you so much is because you treat him correctly. All of his relationships in the past have been purely sexual, even if he did want a real relationship with the girl. He can’t believe he has someone who loves him and takes care of him and doesn’t demand sex or complain all of the time. Sometimes, he asks himself how he scored someone as amazing as you.

Soldier:

He becomes very protective of you, though he’s not at all restrictive. He allows you to go anywhere or do anything you want and fully trusts you, but he’ll always ask if you’d like him to come with you for protection if he isn’t already coming with you and offers you weapons to defend yourself with.

You’re one of the only people who are allowed to touch his raccoons, the others being Demo and Engie. He doesn’t trust most people with his raccoons believing they’ll try to take or eat his pets, but he completely trusts you with them. He’ll often ask if you’d like to hold or feed one. Surprisingly, the raccoons are completely docile around you and act like weird, mute dogs. The raccoons hate everyone else, including Soldier. Highkey cries when he sees how well his raccoons behave with you.

He trusts you to know that he was never actually in the military. When he tells you, you know he trusts you more than anyone on the planet and he’s at the point where he would absolutely take bullets for you without any hesitation.

You’re the only person who can get him to behave. Usually, he won’t listen to anyone except Ms. Pauling, and even for her, he won’t do anything he doesn’t like unless he absolutely has to. But for you, he’d do anything without hesitation. That doesn’t mean he won’t voice his opinions if he doesn’t like what you’re telling him to do.

The reason he loves you so much is that you accept his strange behaviors. Most people are rude to him and often make fun of him, even to his face. But you treat him normally, while accommodating his eccentricities. Even though he won’t say it, he appreciates that you respect his strange interests and behaviors and still love him.

Pyro:

Pyro wants to spend tons of time with you. They want to show you their newest crafts and creations and do all sorts of fun things together. It gets to the point that they can be a little clingy, but if you explain how you feel about it, they’ll quickly back off with no hard feelings.

You get lots of hugs, cuddles, and nuzzles. Pyro loves to receive and give physical affection, so it’s often how they show how much they love you. Quick hugs and nuzzles are often how Pyro greets you, often accompanied with tons of giggling. They also love to cuddle with you when the two of you have any free time.

Whenever Pyro makes any treats (they love baking and making candy), you’re always the first person who gets to taste it. The first few times they tasted horrendous, but after a little while Pyro got really good at making it. Scout always tries to get the first taste, but Pyro is always there to slap his hand away and scold him, even when he sneaks into the kitchen.

Pyro gives you tons and tons of gifts. They’re often drawings of you two together, and the aforementioned sweets. Though of course, due to their hallucinations, gifts sometimes are something freaky like an arm. But most of the time, they’re very sweet gifts accompanied with a quick hug or kiss if their mask is off.

The reason they love you so deeply is the same reason Soldier loves his S/O; because you treat Pyro as normal, while taking care of all of Pyro’s eccentricities and problems. You don’t treat Pyro like they’re just a scary maniac, you treat them like a person. But, you also don’t discourage Pyro’s stranger behaviors. You just accept them just how they are and they deeply appreciate that.

Demo:

He’s a very physically affectionate man, so hugs and kisses are a regular thing, especially as a greeting, but he’s never clingy or physically demanding. He loves to kiss your cheeks or temples or put a arm around your waist, but most of the time he just holds your hand. If he’s been away from you for more than a day, he always excitedly greets you by wrapping you in a bear hug and giving you a big kiss.

He looooooves going to new places or adventuring with you. He’d love to take you back to Scotland and show you his favorite places and some national events, but he’d equally love to go to where you’re from, even if the place you’re from is near or in Scotland. If your culture means a lot to you, he’d love for you to tell him about it, and he could listen to you for hours. He’s mentally taking notes of your favorite parts of the culture, such as events or food, so he can do something for you.

You discover that he’s actually a very supportive person and an excellent listener. If you ever need to rant about something making you upset, he’ll pull you onto his lap and ask you to tell him about it. He’s actually pretty good at giving you advice.

The reason you mean so much to him is because you’re his rock. He’s a man who’s always had to deal with his demons by himself. However, he was too weak to fight them, which is why he turned to alcohol. But you supported him, spoke to him about his problems, and encouraged him. You were able to make him feel better about his mistakes and his appearance. You’re even the reason he cuts back on drinking (he doesn’t stop, but he’s no longer drunk 100% of the time). The fact that you care about his emotions and well-being when no one else did always gets him a little emotional.

Heavy:

Even though he obviously doesn’t see you as a sibling, he can’t help but activate his protective big bro instinct. He always discourages you from doing anything risky or dangerous, and will focus a lot more on protecting you, especially if you’re a fellow merc. He prefers for you at least to be in the same room as him so he can watch over you. But he still respects your independence and doesn’t tell you not to go somewhere unless he’s 100% convinced there’s a real danger.

Every once in a while, he likes to make food from his homeland/childhood, though he shares it with nobody, not even Medic unless he’s in a really good mood. But he always asks you to taste his latest meal. It’s not often you see him so happy, but he loves sharing something that means so much to him with you. He’s beaming if you completely clear your plate or bowl.

You are the only other person allowed to touch his guns. You were actually surprised by this. You aren’t allowed to USE his guns, but he doesn’t have a problem with you touching them. He makes sure to watch carefully when you do, though, so you don’t damage it accidentally.

He loves you so much because of the emotional intimacy and trust you share. Trust is something he values deeply, and he doesn’t give his trust easily. But you were kind and honest and obviously trusted him, so he began to trust you. Once you two started dating, he opened up more about all the horrible things he’s been through, and instead of being disgusted by his actions, you said you were sorry he’s suffered so much. The fact that the world, which he always knew was cold and unforgiving, had produced someone so forgiving and kind like you, always has and always will baffle him.

Engie:

He loves to take you on cute domestic dates. This was already the case when you two were still only dating, but he amped it up once he really fell in love. He’ll spend more time away from the lab so he can spend more time with you. He loves little dates like cuddling up with a movie, making dinner together, or going into a nicer town for a walk in the park. He especially loves to bring you little gifts for a date, which usually is something sweet, cute, and simple like a bouquet, even if you’re super masculine.

You’re the only person other than Medic that he trusts around his sentries or his lab. Of course, he doesn’t allow you to work on them, even if you’re also an engineer, as he doesn’t want the sentry to be damaged or you to get hurt. But if you promise to be careful, you’ll be allowed in while he’s there with you.

When you two were only dating, he had a couple little nicknames for you, like Sweetheart. But now he lays on as many as he can think of, and of course they all sound amazing in his cute accent. He loves to use nicknames like Sugar, Honeybee, Darlin’, Baby, and Cutie/Handsome/Gorgeous, and that’s only a fraction of the nicknames he uses for you. He doesn’t hesitate to use them in front of others, too.

Engie doesn’t love you for any particularly deep or significant reason; he just loves your personality, your mannerisms, and your beliefs. He’s a man who lives for the domestic part of a relationship, so he tends to feel hopelessly in love when you two spend time together like he’s a normal man, not a full-time mercenary. He just loves having you in his life, and with the life he lives he’s honestly surprised he was able to find himself with someone like you, even if you’re a fellow merc.

Medic:

He surprises you with how much he cares about you and your feelings. To everyone else, he’s a very selfish person who only cares about himself and his experiments. And while he was a little more considerate of you when you were only dating, you still acknowledged this in your mind. But after he fell in love, he’s always asking you how you are and cares deeply about how you are feeling, physically and mentally. It honestly really surprised you.

You are the only other person on the whole planet who is allowed to pet Archimedes; he deems you worthy and competent enough. He loves showing his birds to you and having you help him care for them, though he does get a little jealous if his birds steal your attention away from him.

Medic is an attention-seeking baby and loves when you spend time with him or do things with him, but he usually isn’t very demanding unless he’s really stressed and needs comfort. He likes to pull you away to talk to you or ask you to relax with him, and he tends to pout if you say you can’t.

Medic loves you so much because you embrace his eccentricities. He loves that he can do whatever he wants and you don’t care as long as he’s not putting himself in danger (though he sometimes does intentionally, as he loves to be fussed over/given attention). You encourage him and appreciate his enthusiasm, even if you’re grossed out by his unique occupation. But he really loves that you love him despite how weird he can be. He can sit with you and tell you about his latest experiment or talk with Archimedes and you’ll just watch or listen like he’s completely normal. He loves not being treated like he’s nuts or creepy.

Sniper:

He starts to really open up about the impact all of the bad events in his life has put on him. He’ll ask if you’re comfortable with him sharing about it, and if you say yes, he’ll sit you down and tell you about everything he’s been through. A lot of bottled up emotion comes out and he needs a lot of hugging, cuddling, kind words, and kisses. Once he opens up about this, you know that this man would trust you with his life without question.

He becomes a little needy when it comes to physical affection. It doesn’t show in public, so it’s not annoying, but has to be touching you most of the time when you’re alone with him. He loves hugging you from behind and burying his face in your neck, or pulling you onto his lap to press a deep kiss to your lips, but he also lives for all of the smaller touches, like handholding or pecks on the cheek. He’s always been touch-starved, so having you to cuddle close to whenever he needs touch is amazing for him. You’re like a security blanket for him sometimes.

He’ll want to take you out to explore with him. He already did when you two were just dating, but now he wants to show you the places he really loves or mean a lot to him, like places his parents took him. He’ll spend a little while telling you about the things he did with his parents, but he spends most of the time trying to create new memories with you.

Sniper cares so deeply about you because you treat him with kindness. This man has had such a harsh, pain-filled life that he was certain he’d never by truly happy. Just like Heavy, he thought the world was cruel and cold, so he was surprised to find a person who so genuinely cared about him and wanted to make him happy. He’s so grateful to have someone so good in his life, and he’d do anything for you.

Spy:

He starts to like your more personal, domestic moments together. When you two were only dating, he preferred extravagant and expensive dates, as he was trying to impress you. But he started to realize he loved when you’d just spend time together like a normal couple, like cuddling up with a movie or making food together. It allowed him to relax and focus more on sharing an intimate moment with you rather than impressing you. It let him be more himself rather than the fake personality he’s created, and it makes him realize how exhausted he is with acting this way. Any moment when he can chill, be himself, and spend time with you is always his favorite moment of the day.

As weird as it sounds, his compliments change. At first his compliments are exactly what you’d expect from a Casanova like him. Very smooth but expected compliments about how lovely you look, often accompanied with a kiss on the hand. But once he’s truly in love with you, his compliments are much more heartfelt. He compliments all the things he truly loves about you, like maybe the colors of your eyes or the feeling of your hair. They always come with a warm smile rather than a confident smirk, and often a kiss on the cheek or forehead too. He always looks at you like you’re the most beautiful and amazing thing in the world.

It takes a lot to get Spy to be head over heels. But, it can be done if he begins to trust you and you show him you completely trust him with personal stuff like your origin or your feelings. It’s that mutual trust (or at least the beginning of it) that makes him fall in love with you, and actually completely and fully trust you. After that, he’d be willing to give up his identity, his reputation, or even his life for you.

[jjuzoir]

Sakusa Kiyoomi Relationship HC’s

Word Count: 1396

A/N: woof woof i’m the ceo of soft content bitches ❕ one of my biggest pet peeves with sakusa’s fanon is ppl forgetting he’s literally... just super fcking dramatic like he could be a theater kid if he wanted to /hj so i wanted to try writing him as a soft still dramatic boifie is it probably ooc? yeah... do i give a fuck? no.

- Unlike popular belief, Kiyo isn’t going to cry if you hold his hand. If anything, it’s one of the few displays of affection that truly gets him blushing a bright pink.

- He does get kind of annoyed if you hug him or do anything that requires too much physical contact too suddenly, give him a little warning or ask him; He’ll almost always say yes, unless he’s sweaty from practice.

- As long as you’re both clean and sanitized, he’s willing to indulge you.

- He’s not super big on PDA but he’ll always have an arm thrown around your shoulders or wrapper around your waist.

- A big fan of subtle matching accessories, he’ll probably buy you matching key rings and phone cases. Don’t make fun of him though, he’ll get embarrassed and kind of uncomfortable; it’s one of his Love Languages afterall.

- He likes seeing you wearing his clothes, he’ll have a few things he exclusively has just for you but he also has some he’d rather not share. The latter category is mostly dress shirts, formal wear, anything that might stain easily or you’d need in fancy situations, but things like extra t-shirts or hoodies are as much his as yours (just tell him you’re taking anything and make sure you wash it before giving it back).

- Sakusa has a sensitive nose so he loves the way you sometimes smell like him, even if it’s just a little bit, when you wear his jackets or hoodies he likes knowing you’re going to smell like him for the day.

- He really likes indoor dates, from staying inside with you at home or going to museums or stores. He tends to favors the dates where you’ll choose things for each other, he takes getting you gifts super seriously and will spend hours making sure what he’s getting you is up to his standards.

- Talking about gifts, he’ll treasure anything you give him. His favorite gift you ever got him was a cologne, it was one he’d mentioned in passing to you because it was meant to be softer on the nose, and for his birthday you ended up getting him that and a clock.

- The fact you thought about him and listened to what he’d said made him very happy. He knows he’s often seen as intimidating and sarcastic, people tend to take what he says wrong or way too literally/liberally.

- Sakusa isn’t afraid of being blunt with you, he doesn’t like sugar coating his words and you’re no exception, he tries being more kind with his word choice but at the end of the day he won’t hesitate saying what’s on his mind.

- So whenever he compliments you, keep in mind he absolutely means it and he won’t hesitate to repeat it (unless you ask him to do so too much, he’ll get blushy and annoyed).

- He really wants to get a dog with you. Not any dog though, he wants a big dog he can take on walks and running with him, probably wants a siberian husky, would name him Mr Clean.

- Is the type of guy who’ll be like “the dog sleeps on its bed” but you’ll find him with said dog cuddling together under a blanket after a hard day. Sakusa is in love with Clean, he’d die for him, he even calls him your son.

- Got him little paw-gloves for when he’s cleaning the floor and he’s got chemicals around him so his paw beans don’t get irritated.

- An underrated comedy master, Iwaizumi says he has the sense of humor Atsumu wishes he had. He doesn’t even think twice before speaking with his teammates which leads to ridiculously funny exchanges, the best part is that he doesn’t seem to understand that he’s being hilarious so his face quite literally stays the same.

- Before dating you, his room was kind of boring (read: that one Haikyuu manga cover Furadate made for Christmas), black covers, white walls, etc., basically a minimalist nightmare but when you started dating he kind of got into keeping knick knacks that remind him of you or from dates with you, he has a few of your things laying around too. It’s still clean, he’d rather die than have a messy or dirty room, but it’s got more personality.

-  Has an extra MSBY jersey for you and his homescreen is a picture of you wearing it next to him; he’s whipped for you. He won’t let anyone unlock his phone because of it, one time Komori almost saw it and he had a mini-heart attack.

- Has you saved as “[Name] 💖” and gets super annoyed when anyone (Atsumu) teases him about it.

- He likes the intimacy of waking up together and performing a morning routine with you. Seeing you standing in the mirror brushing your teeth while chatting about your day or while you do your skincare routines.

- He's better at holding phone calls with you rather than texting - he can be kind of dry and he knows it, he’s also busy often which leads to many gaps between the responses; it’s a mess. So he’d rather call you, that way he can also make his tone/intentions known easier! the

- Not big on pet names for you, the most he’d do is “honey” or “dear”, he’d rather call you by your name or a nickname.

- On the other hand, he’s a big softy for the pet names you have for him; he’ll act like he hates them, especially if you call him out in public, but in private he gets blushy and his voice softens when he talks to you afterwards.

- Matching masks are a staple in your relationship, he’s always on the lookout for them just in case. When he’s abroad he’ll bring you a bag full of them, and they’re not the unfiltered ones, he makes sure absolutely nothing can get through them because he’s not about to have either you or him breathe in germs and risk getting sick.

- Health is his number one priority for both you and him.

- The type to call you when he’s away to rant about the silliest things, he’ll see something that annoys you and he’ll just think about how you’d never do him like that and how you’d be just as annoyed.

- When you two get a shared bed he’ll ask for the side closest to the window, he doesn’t care if it ends up being the right side or the left side; he likes being able to leave the window slightly open as to keep the air in the room clean and he doesn’t want you to get cold.

- Kiyoomi is really thoughtful, he knows he can be picky and particular so he wants to make it up to you by keeping you in mind to make sure you’re also comfortable.

- Arguments are rare because of this, he knows when to compromise - so if his partner can’t it’s a really big no for him and would lead to a very short relationship - but he also wants you to know he’s not a pushover and he also needs you to compromise as well.

- Likes intertwining your pinkies together when you’re walking down the street, it’s not super noticeable to others but he’s still holding you tightly in his own way.

- I said it before but Kiyoomi isn’t against holding you as long as you’re clean (as in; took a bath, clothes are washed, etc.)! He likes being able to hold you tightly during movies, just being there with you is soothing to him.

- Very dramatic when it comes to important dates and anniversaries, he acts like he’s cool with it as if he hadn’t spent a week planning the bouquet of flowers he has in his locker alongside a handwritten note he has his mom check just in case he made a mistake. In that way, he kind of expects you to take it seriously too and would get kind of disappointed if you didn’t remeber or give him something; it could be a hand gel and he’d treasure it though.

- Overall, Sakusa tends to be a surprisingly soft boyfriend - he has his quirks, much like anyone does but as long as you respect them you won’t have any problems down the road. He’s a thoughtful lover, he takes pride in knowing you well and taking care of you.

[harryspet]

the good guy | steve rogers

[warnings] dark steve rogers x reader, pre-serum steve x reader, 40′s setting, petite reader, angst, noncon sex (wear a condom, kids), public sex?

A/N: this was inspired by @darkastrea​ ‘s idea where the reader falls for skinny steve because he’s small like her and makes her less insecure but after the war she’s not attracted to him anymore and super soldier steve doesn’t handle the rejection well. 

THIS ADULT CONTENT AND CONTAINS TRIGGERING SUBJECTS

In which Steve returns from the war and things just aren’t the same. 

word count: 3.6k

Everyone looked past you. Even your own family. Steve was the only one who understood that. He understood everyone looking down on you, literally. He was small like you but he was the one who knew how to stand up for himself. You admired that. 

The first time you met him, he had ducked into the bakery you worked at part time. The sign clearly read “closed” but the lights of the shop were still on. As he hid behind one of the tables, you watched as a group of men ran past the front of the store, completely missing their target. 

He had always had a way of astonishing you. When he introduced himself that night, you had no idea how deep your bond would grow. 

You were barely over five feet and that seemed to shock Steve as much as his height shocked you. Everyone seemed to tower over you and every woman Steve met towered over him. No thanks to the family you grew up with, most men intimidated you. Steve seemed to be different than most guys. 

“Do you always go looking for fights?” You asked, handing him a cup of coffee. You took a break from closing up the shop to get to know the courageous stranger. 

“Not always, ma’am,” He answered, a sly smile on his face, “But I’ve noticed that they just continue to pick on you when you stand down.”

You nervously tapped at your coffee cup as his words sunk in, “But won’t they always win when they’re bigger than you …” Steve could sense the double meaning behind your words but decided it was best not to dig into the intimacies of a strangers life. 

“They lose their power when you’re confident. They assume. because you’re smaller, that you’re mentally weaker. They back off when you show them you’re not.”

You slowly nodded, stirring your spoon around your coffee, “Is that why you ran in here?”

“Oh, those guys? My method works better against one guy, not six. With six guys, you just gotta run,” You laughed at that and Steve noted your beautiful smile. In all these years, he’d never gotten close to getting a girl to smile like that for him. They looked past him because of his scrawny looks yet you saw him, “Are you the Gloria in Gloria’s Sweets?”

You shook your head, your smile still wide, “Oh no, that’s my boss. I’m Y/N,” Steve held his hand out to shake yours. 

“Steve Rogers.”

You looked down at your watch, knowing that you’d be expected home soon, “Well, if you don’t mind, I have to clean up and then get home.” As you stood up from your seat, Steve stood up abruptly too. 

“I can help,” He rushed out, “And I can escort you home … since it’s so late.”

Your head cocked to the side, curiously, “Really?”

“Of course,” Steve said, “It’s the least I could do after distracting you from work.”

You slowly nodded in agreement, “Okay.”

You cleaned up the kitchen together and Steve explained the reason those six guys were chasing him. Apparently, he was out drinking with his friend Bucky and saw the drunks messing with a stray cat, throwing bottles at it. He kindly tried to tackle one of the guys and the chase ensued. “At least the cat escaped,” Steve said. 

You closed up the shop and allowed Steve to walk you home. Luckily, there was no sign of the group of men from before. You walked the five blocks home, Steve acting as your “protection”. Really, you were just enjoying his company. 

“This is me,” You said as you stopped in front of your building, “We should probably say bye here. My family will send me to some Christian camp in the midwest if they catch me with a boy.”

Steve nodded, his lips in a thin line, “... Can I ... Can I see you again, Y/N?”

You nodded, a soft smile on your lips, “You know where I work. Swing by any time, Mr. Rogers.”

Steve’s heart did a backflip in his chest and a happy warmth heated his cheeks, “Yes, ma’am.”

+

You hadn’t realized what you were experiencing with Steve was a crush until this moment. When you ran together on the sandy beach because he surprised you with a day trip. He knew you had been stressed out from nursing school and wanted to help you relax. 

Your mother thought you were at a girl friend’s home, of course, but even she had met Steve already. Five months ago, you invited Steve to dinner with your family. It was one of the most awkward experiences of your life. Your father grilled him on his intentions, your mother didn’t seem to think he was worthy of you and your older brothers made jokes about his appearance. 

You thought he might be done with you after that. Turns out, Steve was quite used to people talking to him that way. It hadn’t scared him off at all, only made him understand why you acted the way you did. He understood why you went through life with your head down. 

Your family had bulldozed over you for your entire life. 

You snapped out of the memory as Steve grabbed your hand. He spun you in a circle and you danced around in the sand. The waves were loud and the people celebrating Memorial Day. 

The two of you plopped down onto the sand as you attempted to catch your breath. Your long cream skirt was dirtied but that didn’t matter much to you. You were focused on the sparkling blue in his eyes, the hint of green you noticed, and how incredibly kind they were. 

“Steve,” You breathed, “Thank you.”

“For what?” He grinned back at you. 

For caring like no one ever has. For letting you talk. For making you laugh. 

“For today,” You said instead, “I really needed this.”

You stayed at the beach all day, eating the lunch Steve packed for the two of you and then laying down to look at the stars as night set. 

Your hands brushed against each other but neither of you was bold enough to grab onto one another. 

“Y/N,” You turned your head to him as he called your name, “I brought you here to tell you something.”

You turned on your side, resting your head against your hand, “What’s that?”

The eager look on your face quickly fell as you realized he wasn’t about to confess his love for you, “You know how badly I wanted to enlist,” You nodded your head, scared of his next words, “Well, an opportunity arose. I get to go to boot camp, to train, and finally prove myself. If I get chosen for this project, I can make a real difference.”

Bullies. Steve hated bullies no matter where they came from. 

You were quiet for a moment and Steve struggled to read the emotions on your face, “I want to be happy for you, I do. This is your dream …” Your voice trailed off, “But I worry, Steve. They rejected you five times. What makes you think you’re not just a sacrifice?”

Steve simply shrugged, “It’s the cause that matters more. I want to help any way that I can.”

“You don’t care about coming back,” Your eyes welled with tears, “To me?”

“Of course I do,” Steve turned on his side now, reaching out to brush a tear from your cheek, and brush a curl behind your ear, “But I have to do this. I just have to. And when I get back, we’re going to drive across the country and see all the sites. From east to west, we’ll see everything.”

“I hope you mean that, Steve. Promise you’ll come back?”

“I swear.”

+

Steve kept his promise. It took until the very end of the war but he kept his promise. Only, things had changed so much since last saw him. You couldn’t believe the Steve you saw in those newspapers. He had completely turned into a hero. You already knew he was a hero but it seemed the rest of the world could recognize it now. 

Your family’s tune completely changed. Now they were begging you to marry him. Deep down, with all the changes, you didn’t even expect Steve to care about you anymore. Every woman in the world was swooning over him. 

As you stepped out of the brownstone where your classes were held, clutching your brown sweater tight to you, you didn’t expect the sight before you. Steve was there, clad in his army brown suit, and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

The girls who normally brushed past you stopped to stare. It baffled them that Steve was there for you, someone who was barely noticeable in a crowd. 

Steve’s white smile was wide as you approached him, clutching your bag at your side, “Steve-” He instantly pulled you into a hug and, already, you felt things were off. Your head was pressed against his chest as he pulled you in and his suffocating, strong arms wrapped around you. He was an entire foot taller now and had gained at least a hundred more pounds of pure muscle. 

He didn’t look anything like the Steve you knew before, even his face had changed slightly. 

You spoke as he finally let you go, “Steve, what are you-”

“These are for you,” He interrupted you, handing you the flowers, “God, I really missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You agreed, smiling awkwardly up at him. You looked around to see a group of people were staring, “Maybe we could talk somewhere else?”

Steve agreed, his smile still wide. He hadn’t yet noticed your trepidation through the excitement of it all. 

You and Steve found a restaurant a few blocks away, but even there, people seemed to stare at the two of you. The waitress practically spilled coffee on you from being distracted by him, “Y/N, is something wrong?”

You shook your head though you didn’t mean it, “It’s just … this is all so new. I didn’t expect you’d come back …. like this.”

Steve didn’t seem to get the hint, “What do you think? Do you like the new features?” Part of you was grateful that there was a table between the two of you. The man radiated so much power now, “I can make more than a difference now. I can run a mile in less than a minute, lift a war missile. I can protect the little guys.”

“That’s great,” You were happy for him but you couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated by his newfound abilities, “Those goons at the bars won’t know what hit them.”

Steve chuckled, “Enough about me. How’s school?”

“It’s good. My finals are soon so we’ll find out if I have what it takes.”

“I’m sure you do,” Steve assured you, “You’re the smartest girl I know, Y/N. What about your family?”

“They’re the same. In my business as usual,” You thought about your next words carefully, “My mom … she’s starting to set me up on all these dates. She says that, in case I don’t pass my exams, that I should have someone to support me. Things are getting tight, you know?”

“Oh?” You saw the light leave his eyes and you mentally cursed, “Are you really interested in one of these guys?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure. I really just want to focus on school and work. Dating is so complicated.”

“Oh,” Steve said again, tucking the ring box he held under the table back into his pocket, “Yes, complicated … before I left, I thought we sort of had a shot, Y/N.”

“... Me and the super soldier? The world would probably laugh at you for choosing someone like me.”

“They wouldn’t. If they did, I’d take care of ‘em.”

“It’s a sweet fantasy, Steve.”

With that, you successfully broke Captain America’s heart. 

+

Steve thought you just needed time. You’d soon realize that he was still like the old Steve and you’d come running into his arms later, begging to be with him. It didn’t seem to matter how much time passed, three months to be exact, because you had changed the way you saw him. 

You still entertained him during your late shifts and you got to hear all about his secret missions. He still had the same sense of justice that you had admired him for. You could barely believe the things that he accomplished. 

Tonight, Steve refused to just sit around the diner, he wanted to go out. He was going to take you into the new drive-in upstate. He had a completely new car courtesy of SHIELD and he was keen to show you a life of luxury. You had never heard of a drive-in before, let alone been to one. Steve explained to you that they were going to be the “next big thing”. 

He paid a couple of cents for the movie, even though you told him that you’d pay for yourself. You noticed how, lately when you protested, he’d simply raise his hand up and give you a look that said “I’ve got this”. You knew he was only trying to be a gentleman but part of you disliked the feeling it gave you. 

The two of you met up with Bucky and his current fling. Both Steve and Bucky seemed to be riding the high that winning the war brought them. You watched them talk before the movie, Bucky’s girl practically drooling over him. As you went to your separate cars, it seemed she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. 

As you watched them kiss, practically swallowing each other, Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You tried your best not to let out a sigh as you watched him try to play it cool, “I don’t think they’re stopping to breathe,” You commented and Steve’s eyes looked past you into the car beside yours. You didn’t notice but Steve’s eyes had turned to you, “I mean, I didn’t even know people kissed like that in real life.”

When you turned back around to look at Steve, he was suddenly grabbing your face and smashing his lips onto yours. Hungry and desperate, sloppy and inexperienced, his lips moved against your frozen face. As soon as the realization hit, you tried your best to push him away. It was like pushing at a boulder. 

“Steve-” You struggled to cry out against his lips, “Steve, stop!”

When Steve finally pulled away, you tried to catch your breath as you wiped away your smudged lipstick. Steve stared at you in disbelief as you shouted, “What is wrong with you?” Luckily, the windows were rolled up and people were focused on the movie screen, ���What did I say to make you think I wanted to kiss you? Y-You said this wasn’t a date.”

“I’m … I’m sorry,” He apologized. It was stupid to think that his new body had changed everything. He was still that small kid that would get rejected over and over. Steve turned away from you, his blood starting to boil. 

“I want to go home,” You told him, not meeting his eyes. Could you even be his friend anymore? Everything about him was beginning to intimidate you. 

Steve didn’t say another word as he put the car in reverse. He wasted no time interrupting Bucky’s makeout session or finishing the movie. The two of you sat in silence for a long while as you drove down the dark, winding road. 

“That day at the beach, you cried,” You looked up and noted how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel, “You cried when you heard I was getting shipped off and, now … what’s changed, Y/N?”

You could sense the hurt in this voice and your lip began to wobble as you thought of those nights you spent crying over him, “Steve ... “ You sighed.

“What is it?” Steve persisted, “I told you that I don’t care what other people think!”

“Steve, that’s not it!” You insisted, “You’re not … you’re not the little guy anymore. Being with you used to make me feel safe a-and now ....”

“Now I’m just like every other guy?” You nodded, your face solemn. The car slowed down and Steve pulled to the side of the road, “I’m the bad guy now? After everything?”

“I know you’re not the bad guy … ” As he turned his body to face you, you felt yourself cowering back, your small body sinking into the leather seat. You felt the frustration and testosterone radiating off of him. Your breathing hitched in your throat as Steve pulled out the ring box in his pocket. 

“I don’t understand why you can’t just accept me,” Steve spoke, his deep voice growing rougher, “Why can’t you just love me like you used to?”

“You’re a killing machine,” You spoke softly, “A tool for destruction.”

The car went silent as Steve simply stared at you, that same hunger in his eyes. He reached out to grab your face, “I can be gentle,” He tried to assure you and you reached up to grab onto his arm, pushing it away. The fact that the only reason his hand moved was because he wanted to move it, was enough for you. If he wanted, he could do anything to you. 

“Steve, I want to go home,” You stated as firmly as you could. Your hands were starting to shake, your anxiety reaching a new height. 

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Steve stated firmly, turning off the ignition, “Not until you agree to let me put that ring on your finger.”

Your eyes darted around, looking for a passerby or a car to drive by. Nothing. You began to panic and before Steve could reach out for you again, you opened the passenger door and stumbled out, “Y/N!” Your hands hit the dirt as you scrambled to your feet and you quickly lost one of your heels. Despite the pain of the dirt and asphalt, you slipped off the other one, picking up your long skirt as you began to run. 

You had never heard Steve curse before but he did as he got out of the car to chase you, “Y/N, don’t run from me!” You sped up as you heard him coming after you. You thought you could at least make it a few more feet but the wind was knocked out of you as Steve wrapped his arms around you. 

You fought hard against the man that was three times your size though you both knew your efforts were futile. He easily tossed you over your shoulder and carried you the distance back to the car. You called for help and as he set you back down, he covered your mouth with his own hand, his fingers tightening around your face. 

You screamed even harder as you kicked between his legs. He let you go only to fall on top of you, sending you both to the ground. Steve groaned, still managing to hold your hands down as he recovered. He was fuming at this point as you squirmed around in the dirt. Looking into your frightened eyes, Steve made a decision. 

A decision that would make you regret ever handing him that cup of coffee. 

“I protect you, I protect everyone, and I’m the bad guy?” It was rhetorical, you understood that as Steve tore open your blouse, exposing your white brassier, “I’ll show you what I am.”

Steve pinned down your legs with his own as he held your arms pinned above your head with one of his own. Not bothering to fumble with your skirt, he simply tore away the fabric. You screamed louder but only the silence of the night answered you. 

Steve pulled away your white underwear, exposing your sensitive area to the cool air of the night, “Steve, I-I’m sorry,” You pleaded, choking on your sobs, “Please don’t, I’m a virgin!”

“Then this will be special for both of us,” Steve concluded, fumbling with his belt and pulling down his trousers. You tried not to look down as he positioned himself between your legs, “We’re going to be happy together like we were intended to be. It’ll feel so good that you’ll forget your doubts”

His grip on you was so tight that you were sure that he’d leave bruises. As he pushed his tip against your entrance, you could feel how hard he was. This wasn’t how your first time should’ve been. You should be married and on a honeymoon, not on the side of the road. 

You cried out as he slowly pushed inside of you. Your body continued to struggle, resulting in Steve moving his hand to wrap around your neck. His fingers tightened around your neck as you struggled to breathe clearly. 

You wrapped around him tightly, resisting him but Steve pushed through. It was a magical feeling to Steve. All he could ask for was having his first time with the woman of his dreams. 

Steve grunted as his pace began to quicken. He made you feel so small and defenseless. The member between his legs was practically the size of your forearm, successfully impaling you. You couldn’t believe that your body was beginning to adjust to him. It was starting to get pleasure from the friction he was creating. 

“That’s it, darling,” Steve groaned as mangled moans began to leave your mouth, “Enjoy the feeling of me being inside you, enjoy being mine. You don’t need someone ‘good’, you need someone efficient.”

That night, after he had taken your virtue, Steve knew he had the rest of you too. He’d make you his little wife.

+

Hope you enjoyed this because I loved writing it!!

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

The Time Of The Season

A/N: Hey guys! I finally felt slightly good enough to post this and hopefully, it does this story some justice. The wedding is coming up and a surprise or two is in store before this whole craziness wraps up! All of the love from me to you and thank you for being patient with me!

Warnings: Fluff, smut, tw: slight somnophilia, tw: slight choking, tw: daddy kink, tw: breeding kink, tw: unprotected sex, creampies (because I'm so predictable), oral sex (F receiving), all kinds of warm fuzzies (because again I love these two), squirting

(PLEASE for the love of Satan let me know if I miss a tag or TW, I try to be so hyper-aware and I miss tags all the time, I am so sorry)

The light shone through the cream curtains once again in your soft bedroom. The rays of sunlight bathing the cotton sheets as you woke up to the sound of his breath panting on the back of your neck.

The baby hairs standing in goosebumps as the hot air ebbed and flowed over your soft skin. He stirred slightly, pulling you into him like a stuffed animal, forcing his morning wood to bury itself into the crevices of your asscheeks. You laughed slightly, eyes still shut, bathing in the morning sun as you listened to the morning sounds. The birds chirping, a lawnmower in the distance stirring, along with someone hammering something down the road. It was another lazy Sunday.

Flip didn't have work, and it was the only day out of the week you both truly had for the two of you together. And you both made the most out of it doing the simple tasks you loved of course, on top of planning a stressful wedding, to which you both shoved aside for this day and this day only.

It was perfect, the feeling of him tightening his grip on your waist as he began to stir awake as well. His gruff moan in between your shoulder blades hid his tired eyes to the morning sunlight. He pecked the skin with his lips, rubbing up and down your midsection as you melted into him.

“Good morning, cowboy,” you whispered, running a small hand through his bed head as he gruffed a reply back.

“Mornin’,” he rose from behind you, laying a head between your neck and shoulder as he pushed into your head massage, “how did you sleep honey?” he whispered back, kissing and licking on your earlobe.

“Mmm, so good,” you said with a slight gasp, feeling his big hand knead your naked tit, hearing his graveled voice moan in his throat as he felt your ass push back on his pelvis.

“Is my butterfly all wet?” he groaned, his cock stiffening even harder as he heard your pretty voice sing for him, “did I not do my job last night?” smiling as he trailed kisses down your neck, running his other hand to cup your cunt in his grip, your folds completely slicked with arousal.

“Jesus, honey,” he growled, inhaling your sweet floral scent as you moaned, your hips pushing into his digits as he circled your bud with his middle finger slow and steady.

“I’ll always need you, Phil,” his tip twitched hearing your gorgeously shrill voice whisper his name.

“Just say the words, Y/N, I’ll make ya feel good,” inching his cock in between your warm thighs, his eyes rolling back in his head from the touch of your supple skin on his aching member.

“Fuck me, cowboy,” gripping his cheek from behind in a searing kiss, his hips pushing his dick deep into you with a single thrust, the feeling causing the both of you to groan in pleasure as your tongues touched each other.

“So, fuckin’ good for me,” he grunted, picking up the pace as he gripped your hip in a fervor, “I love you so much, Y/N,” panting as he kissed up and down your neck, bathing your mewls for him.

“I-I love you m-most,” you gasped, his tip gliding over your walls in the most tantalizing of ways, causing you to grip at the sheets in bundles while your mouth fell open in absolute pleasure.

“T-that’s it butterfly,” he cooed, picking up his pace again, slightly, to rub even faster on that spot he came to know very well, “you cum all over this cock,” he growled, bringing his free hand to grip your throat.

Your eyes rolling back in your head as the oxygen supply was depleting. Your moans and writhing only spurring his ministrations faster as he rubbed the spot to stoke that fire to a full blaze.

The feeling was euphoric. Your release came over you in a cascade of sparkles behind your closed eyes. The waterfall began from your crown to your toes as it washed over you in a stimulated haze. His words and actions only prolonging the high as he felt your velvet cunt clench around him.

“Jesus f-fucking,” he punched in once more, the hot gravy releasing into your hole in a flood as he gritted his teeth, his head resting in between your neck still while you pet his matted hair.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, kissing him in bliss as you felt his cum coat your walls, the warmth from the sun no match as you reveled in his release.

“Mmm, I’m glad I could help,” he panted, kissing you again, this time more sweetly as your breaths timed downward, and the highs subsided slowly.

“What are we up to today honey?” gripping your ass cheek as he slid himself out of you, making sure to stuff the dribble back up where it belonged, loving the little moans you released as he did so.

“What we usually do,” stretching yourself out while he hovered over you, kissing every inch of exposed skin and whispering pretty little things as he did so. You gripped his face after the tenth kiss on your stomach, bringing his handsome features to strike your soul as you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

“I just love you,” whispering as he lowered himself to kiss you ever so softly, “so much,” your noses touching as your eyes closed in unison, taking each other in as best you could, his hands coming to rub your cheeks too.

“I love you the most,” he barely whispered, kissing you again, the feeling of his mustache tickling your upper lip in the best way.

“We should take the dogs to the market with us today,” he sat up, rubbing the side of his neck, his muscled back tensing as he groaned from the soreness.

“I think that’s a good idea, cowboy,” sitting up to bring your delicate hands to his shoulder blade, rubbing circles slow and steady as you felt him relax from your touch.

“Did you sleep on this wrong?” hearing him wince and moan as you rubbed the knot out from the muscle.

“Possibly,” he chuckled, “I’m just gettin’ old,” laughing out loud as he grunted up from the bed, heading to the bathroom to get the shower started for the two of you.

“Psh,” you threw the sheets off yourself, your naked form glowing in the sunlight with a warm glisten of sweat and beauty, “you’re anything but,” finding your way to the bathroom too.

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Spring in Colorado was magical. The wildflowers were blooming everywhere you turned, the smell of the crisp mountain air, the slight bite in the wind as the clouds rolled by. It was all as if it had been in a storybook. And the city was booming with the end of Winter. Shops opened up their doors, restaurants had outdoor seating, and the most anticipated market had come back into the streets as farmers and salesmen alike showed off their wares and the people flocked from all over to get a taste of the local goods.

Flip and you loved to go on Sundays. The crowds were lesser as people were in church or doing something else for the day, and the produce was fresher and easier to spot than on any given Saturday. The flowers were also to die for; the array of colors cascaded in bright pinks, blues, indigos, and yellows all over the landscape.

The babies tagged along, clad in their sweaters to keep them warm in the breeze, and in booties to which Flip insisted as their feet needed to be protected from possible injury. They smelled the flowers, sat next to the booths with their daddy while mommy browsed through the picks of the day.

The deal always was to visit every booth regardless of a purchase or not. Your theory was that maybe you’d find something you didn’t even know you needed, to which Flip always rolled his eyes at being the bag carrier.

“Honey,” after the millionth booth it seemed, “the dogs are tired and I’m starving,” he almost whined, the babies sitting at his feet with their tongues hanging out, the bags everywhere as his hands got tired of carrying the loads.

You came out of the mecca of flowers, carrying several bouquets, “which one babe?” showing him the array you had in your arms.

“Butterfly,” he whined again, sighing as you waited for a response, “just pick one I don’t care which one it is... I just want a fucking hamburger,” watching you roll your eyes at his childlike attitude.

“Honey, please just tell me which one, I can’t decide between them,” begging him to answer with something as you were starving too.

“Fuck,” he grunted, adjusting himself so he could see them better, “I like those,” pointing at the bouquet with peonies all over them.

“I knew I loved you,” smiling ear to ear as he’d picked the exact one you wanted him to, skipping to the cashier to purchase the blooms.

He took the load to the car while you took the baby’s potty, making sure they were okay before deciding on a place to sit down and eat.

You both decided on a small bistro that had outdoor seating. A less popular one so you could sit and hear each other speak while letting the dogs lay under the chairs.

You both ordered drinks and skimmed over the menu items, settling on stuff to share rather than getting separate entrees. You loved the intimacy of having similar palates, reveling in the flavors together while you discussed details about the day, the week coming up, and just being in each other’s company.

Flip had been wound a little too tight lately. Well, he always was, but it had been elevated since this big murder case came across his desk. It was a string of them, all seemingly connected, but with no real evidence to link them together.

This frustrated him to no end, tracing back and forth on the same details, trying to find any sort of linkage, and coming up with only dead ends. The most aggravating part had to be that with every step forward in the case, there happened to always be another assault or murder stringing up to cloud the evidence in more confusion. It had to be coincidental, you kept telling him when he came home smelling of heavy cigarette smoke, there had to be a piece to this puzzle.

He always got his man. That was why he had been promoted to homicide. He was a good detective, looking through every shrivel of evidence until his eyes crossed. Not leaving any stone unturned. And if this killer was to be caught, he had to be the man to find him come Hell or high water.

But today wasn’t the day for that kind of talk. Today was the one day he found solace in being in reality. That reality, of course, being you and the life he had built out of nothing so suddenly.

He silently reveled in your musings, loving the sound of your voice as you spoke of wedding details and such. He still couldn't believe that this was his life. That you were here, changing it in all the best ways. Making it worth living and worth all the struggle it took him to get there.

He drowned in your laughter, your gestures, the way you sipped on your wine, the way the lights glimmered in your eyes and the sun shined on your skin. How the curves of your body hugged the dress you chose, the supple skin on your chest peeking from the fabric, how your eyelashes batted in the light, the way your hair flowed in the light breeze. You were mesmerizing. And you were all his… Forever.

The shimmer of that diamond on your finger stoked it all for him. The whole drama that had led up to that Godforsaken proposal. It made him shudder to his core. But in the end, it settled your lives into one. You had all the strings attached, and now they were falling into the culmination of the union. And hopefully more in the future.

He stared into your eyes, hoping and wishing that you’d want more after the vows had been said. Wanting to give you everything and more to make you the happiest forever. He never had pegged himself to be a hopeless romantic, throwing more caution to the wind as he settled night after lonely night in his bachelor pad, which had now been renovated to meet your needs on top of his.

He loved his life now. Never wanting any of it to change for the worse, and he was determined to make that perfect, even if everything else wasn’t.

“You okay honey?” gripping his free hand and rubbing the palm as you kept sipping your wine, “where’d you go?” your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you watched him snap out of his thoughts.

“Just lookin’,” He smiled, his dimples coming out to make your heart melt as he put both hands to clasp yours, bringing them to his lips to kiss the soft skin.

“Why are you so perfect?” you cooed, his smile lighting up the entire outdoors seemingly as his teeth showed.

“I’m not at all,” he laughed, rubbing your skin in his to warm your hand up from the sun setting chill.

You huffed a laugh, putting your free hand under your chin while you cocked your head to the side, melting at his preciousness.

He was your perfect match. The other half of your soul. The light and darkness, the Alpha to your Omega. And he was perfect… To you.

“You are,” whispering just above a breath, “you’re everything,” the tears threatening to spill as you reveled in the adoration from him.

“You’re my everything,” his voice matching yours as he leaned over the table, meeting your lips with his in the slightest of kisses, only to be broken by the faint whimper of Waddles.

“I think we need to get them home, honey,” he chuckled, looking at the exhausted pumpkins pawing at his boots.

“Agreed,” taking a huge swig while he gestured to the waiter for the bill.

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Flip had insisted on bringing every bag in, putting the contents away just how you liked them, taking the dogs out to go potty, and putting them in bed for the night, so you could get ready to relax. You tried to convince him that you could and were capable of helping, to no avail as his sternness only made it into a fight you knew you’d never win.

So you trudged upstairs, getting yourself all pampered for bed, wearing a silk slip, and putting your hair up in a messy bun while you lotioned yourself up for the evening.

You took down the sheets, the cotton feeling so soft and serene as you flipped on the salt lamp in the corner of the bedroom, making the ambiance calm and collected while you flipped some quiet music on to set the mood.

Time Of The Season softly wafted from the record player, settling you into the welcoming bed with your book while you waited for your man to slide in for the night.

You heard his heavy footsteps come up from the living room, revealing his exhausted frame as he sighed upon seeing you all ready for him.

“Are they okay?” putting your book down on your lap as you pat the side of the bed for him to lay on.

“Just fine honey,” he grunted, pulling his boots off and unbuttoning his flannel to reveal his rippling pectorals in the soft light of the bedroom.

“That’s pretty,” he huffed, seeing the slitted silky dress you’d chosen and how it contrasted with the white sheets, “I mean you look pretty in anything, but that’s…” he trailed off seeing you push your legs up and outward to reveal your bare cunt to his eyes.

“What now honey?” you moaned, snaking a finger to open up the dress more and play with your pussy in front of him.

He immediately got down to the foot of the bed, moving his head to meet within inches of your fingers, marveling at the delicate touches you made on your lips.

“So… Pretty,” eyes growing wide as he watched your hole suck your fingers, begging to be fucked by him.

“I’m so wet for you, cowboy,” shoving three fingers in as far as they could go, feeling his hot breath ghosting your thighs while he sucked hickeys on them.

“I bet those fingers aren’t big enough for you, huh, butterfly,” squeezing a huge bruise on your left inner leg, the feeling making your head fall back as he did so.

“Not even close,” you gasped, feeling his thick hand pull yours from its spot, your cunt grasping at nothing as he marveled at your hole.

“Didn’t think so,” smirking as he sucked your digits dry, moaning at the taste of you.

“Daddy will take care of you, honey,” he cooed, blowing some air on your aching clit to watch your legs shudder from the breeze.

“I’m gonna suck this cunt until your cryin’,” spreading your folds open as he latched his vacuum suction on your bud, the cry you let out reverberating on the walls of the room as your hand found the back of his head, shoving his face further into your supple cunt.

“Mhmm,” he moaned, the vibration from his throat causing you to audibly scream as he assaulted your pussy. His other hand finding your hole as it sucked two fingers in deliciously, the squelch of your cunt making his dick harder and harder as he kept going.

“P-Phil!” literally crying as he ate you out like the animal he was, the feral noises under your slip sending you in hoards of pleasure and euphoria as he sucked your clit fervently.

Your thighs twitched and shook as he kept going and going, the grip on his head tightening as he felt your walls close in on his fingers in the best way. The damn broke then, letting out a stream of cum from your cunt as you cried endlessly on his movements.

“P-Phil holy s-shi-!” his suction breaking to open his mouth to the stream of spend that coated his face so beautifully.

“I fuckin’ told ya I’d make ya cry,” he growled, pulling himself up to meet your face, “you taste so goddamn delicious,” kissing you so hard the spend dribbled down your throat too, sending you into another stimulated haze as he rubbed his tip with your gaping entrance.

“You want daddy to fuck you?” lining himself up to watch you beg for his cock, your pretty moans and eyes signaling how badly you wanted him inside you.

“O-oh f-fuck,” your mouth falling open again as he buried himself in your sweet pussy, the warm feeling coating his cock in the best way.

“God d-dammit h-honey,” he managed to grit out, speeding up his movements after he had hooked your legs to meet his chest, pushing them towards you in a pretzeled fashion as his large frame loomed over your sweat-stained bodies.

“You’re s-so fuckin’,” he strained, the muscles in his neck along with their veins protruding in the sexiest way as he shoved himself into your guts more and more.

“Use y-your words c-cowboy,” you managed to choke out, feeling your second release creep up the more he pounded into your open womb.

“T-tell me what you w-want,” grabbing his inky locks that had since become soaked, his muscles taut as he plummeted further into you, your bodies becoming one as he breathed heavily and grunted with every stroke.

“G-god I l-love you Y/N,” he said, making searing eye contact as he watched your gorgeous face conjure in absolute pleasure underneath him. He could live in this moment forever. Get lost in your perfect screams and moans for him. The way you gripped his arms to pull him even further into you as he fucked your insides raw. He loved this. He loved you like this.

“I-I love y-you P-Phil,” you managed the words, feeling your release hit you like a freight train. The warmth of his cock gliding over your walls completely overwhelming your senses. The stars blinking behind your eyes as you melted into his body, your limbs releasing just enough for him to push your legs to meet the rest of your body and the mattress below.

“F-fuck,” he grunted out, feeling your body convulse under him, his grip above the bed frame tightening as he split you completely in half, your velvet cunt fluttering around him as he came closer and closer.

“I-I’m gonna fuck a b-baby into you h-honey,” the feral groan escaping his lips going straight to your cunt as you opened your eyes again. Your big mountain man, completely falling apart over you in a sweat-covered pile of muscle and brawn.

“Y-you want that?” egging him on as you pulled him closer, your foreheads touching as he came so close.

“Mhmm f-fuck yes,” he moaned, feeling you pulse around him, loving how he mewled for you, “I-I want you so f-full of me by this time n-next year I-I won’t be able to t-take my h-hands off you,” gritting his teeth so hard at this point.

You cunt fluttering as the sinking feeling in your lower stomach came from his words. The thought of being the way he imagined, full of him, making you want it so much more than you’d ever thought before.

“What are you waiting for daddy?” you moaned, feeling his dick harden even more as he came to the edge, “knock me the fuck up,” voice above a whisper as you stared into his eyes, seeing his release as he dumped his hot seed into your core.

“M-mother of G-God,” trying not to break eye contact as he filled you with him, the hot spend feeling so good as it coated your fertile walls to the brim.

He held you both there for a few moments, spurts of cum exiting his tip as he watched your gorgeous face smile back at him, petting him and egging his release on and on.

“Such a good daddy,” whispering to him while he caught his breath, kissing your hands as his dick softened in your pussy.

“I was serious,” he looked back at you, feeling him slip out of you in a gush of spend, only to be plugged by two fingers as he sat back on shins.

He grabbed a pillow, forcing it under your hips while his digits still were lodged in your cunt.

“You’re gonna be knocked up by next year,” the smile on your face a clear indication of how you felt about the premonition.

“I can’t wait,” a low chuckle leaving his chest as he removed his fingers, lowering himself over you to kiss your perfect lips, caressing your side, and then circling over your stomach to the point of it slightly tickling.

“I can’t either butterfly,” he whispered on your lips, kissing you again and again.

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Soft Headcanons for Huck Finnigan

A/N: Huck deserves a sweetheart

Huck is honestly so sweet and kind, he would respect any sort of boundary or discomfort you had

Literally he would be so understanding and patient it shocks you

The relationship progressed slowly before you both became comfortable with each other, but when you did??

Huck is a gentleman. No question.

Consent is his foreplay !!

Consent is important to him; on both ends. Affection is something he hasn’t experienced since before the war and opening himself to you is a huge vulnerability on his part.

It starts small.

Hand brushing against his, before it turns into a loose handhold, eventually a firm grip with his thumb rubbing your skin.

It’s his favorite. He loves to hold your hand and look over to see your smile, that you’re just as content as he is.

When it comes to hugs?

WHEW!

The intimacy?? He definitely cried into your shoulder the first time you held him in your arms, clinging onto you as he soaked in the affection.

He still utterly melts when you hug, holding you so tightly.

He’s touch starved okay :/ spare him a hug or two

Despite your constant reassurances, he’ll hesitate when it comes to kissing.

It feels wrong to him, especially in the beginning, to feel your soft lips against his scarred tissue. 

He physically flinched the first time you kissed his scarred cheek, the action unexpected. (consent!!!)

With time, he’ll become open to it, anything to see your smile. But he can’t deny the uncomfortable heaviness in his chest that happens.

It’s a work in progress. 

Date nights date nights date nights date nights

There is nothing more that he loves than planning date nights.

He is a romantic

He’ll always buy bouquets of flowers or if you prefer something else (or nothing) he’d do it with hesitation.

It honestly makes his heart swoon if you return the sentiment and get him a gift, something small that reminded you of him (because you were thinking about him! him!!)

He’s a little weary about going to busy places because he can feel the weight of people’s stares on his face. They’ll come up and offer their thanks for his service, but he prefers your company somewhere quiet.

There is a small diner that is never busy, it’s not rundown, just located in a bad spot so it doesn’t have high traffic. He loves it.

The owners adore him, and by extension, you. They’re an elderly couple; the wife always stopping by your booth with a complimentary plate of dessert, sometimes the husband will stop by and chat about current happenings. 

It’s a quiet place that is full of normalcy that Huck craves. 

You’ll cook him dinner, if his week is especially busy or stressful from work. 

Those nights typically follow the same pattern; dinner on the back patio, conversing over drinks, turning the stereo louder and falling into a simple dance under the setting sun. And, maybe, he’ll come inside, maybe he’ll stay the night...

On those mornings, after he stayed the night, he always wakes up early. A habit he’s never been able to quit after the war.

He watches you with soft eyes, adoration emitting from his every being. 

You chose him, you want him, you love him.

On mornings like that, he actually believes it.

[atqh16]

Take My Hand (Say You Need Me Still)

A Daredevil Fic (Matt/Foggy, Girl!Foggy. Pre-Slash)

Summary  : Look, getting shot is just the New York experience. You haven’t lived  unless you’ve been held at gunpoint at least once. And if you save  someone doing it? Hey, bonus!

First Chapter: AO3

 “I had to exist without you”,

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Foggy had whispered those words as if in a trance. Face turned towards the sky as if speaking to no one in particular. Her words had been unprompted. They had been simply been enjoying each other’s company that day after a long work week and a chance to relax at a barbeque courtesy of Luke and Claire.

It was a month after Fisk and 7 before the incident at the police station. Matt remembers the both of them lying on a mattress futon and a pile of duvets on the roof of Colleens Dojo. Foggys tone had been soft but Matt was so focused on her that it was enough to drown out the other sounds around them. Luke and Danny laughing where they were manning the barbeque grill. Misty and Karen comparing notes on Jessica’s recent client which she didn’t appreciate but didn’t seem to mind enough to make them stop as she nursed her Jack Daniels on the edge of their conversation. Misty talking sports of all things with Colleen who was wholly and very competitively invested in the New York Yankees.

But they had all turned into peripheral noise to Matt. He had pushed himself up. Fully turned his body towards her. Something Matt didn’t really have to do since there was no visual component in his interactions with the people around him but Foggy had always appreciated the gesture. A sign of assurance from her best friend that his attention was completely and undividedly on her. For her. She’s always been proud of herself for being able garner that kind of reaction from him.

But at that moment Foggy herself had seemed distracted. Even without being able to see it, Matt could tell that her eyes weren’t directed at him. She felt distant. Sounded distant. A mirror of what Matt had been feeling ever since he came back.

He hadn’t really understood why at the time. After all he’d gotten everything he ever wanted. Even more. His firm, his partner, his identity and most importantly his friends. Not just Karen and Foggy. His best friend had made sure of that when she dragged him to Jessica’s place and sat outside her office slash apartment door while Jess tore Matt a new one over what he’d done and proceeded to throw him out with a door slam so hard the glass panel shook.

That night Jessica called his burner later telling him to meet her on a roof top (What is it with roof tops?) because she needed his ears and to quote her “You owe me. Your ass better be here in an hour”.

Matt was there before the hour was up with 20 minutes to spare.

“Fucking Boy scout”, Jess had muttered under her breath but Matt smiled and tossed her a brand-new grey scarf.

“It’s the cheapest one at Walmarts”, he had said but the softness of the material and the tag said otherwise.

Matt hadn’t needed prompting to show up on Luke’s apartment door next and meeting Danny at the Dojo where the millionaire had proceeded to wipe the floor with him in hand to hand.

“I let you win”, Matt had panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Keep telling yourself that”, Danny sniped back, though there was no heat in his words, as he threw him a water bottle.

Matt woke up the next day sore, bruised and unable to wipe the grin off his face when he showed up at the office that morning to an array of extremely expensive looking bouquets congratulating their re-opening and heavily perfumed because Danny Rand is a passive aggressive dick.

But it also came with a 6 digit cheque from Rand Industries so none of them were about to complain. “A gift, from Rand Industries to the Firm of Nelson and Murdock. To hopefully new and better beginnings” was written on the envelope it came with.

Matt wished it had been as easy with Foggy. Not that either of them had given any resistance in efforts of reconciliation. But there were no ‘How To’s’ they could follow telling them exactly how to do that. No guidebooks detailing the steps needed to take to rebuild a bond that had gone through so much. The awkward bubble between them seemed to only grow more and more, stretched thin and fragile and so vulnerable to the slightest touch.

Until that night when after a few bottles of beers and a feeling of relaxed contentment that only came with a full stomach, Foggy whispered her confession as if asking for contrition.

Her words, though morose, held no acrimonious judgment. But the vestige of pain in them was bare and it had twisted Matt’s insides to hear it. It was such a simple phrase but it held so much and he knew instantly that it had been something she’d been keeping quiet. Out of shame, thinking that it was something she didn’t have a right to feel. Afraid that it might make Matt more distant.

But it was an admittance that Matt had realized he needed to hear. An honest fearless truth that was not spoken to condemn but instead a plea for him to understand where she stood. For him to know she was still bearing pain that she herself found difficult to admit. So afraid that Matt would recoil from her for it. But how could he. How could he punish such fearlessness when he knows how much he had taken from Foggy?

Both of them had made mistakes, but Foggy had been so patient. Matt had already taken and asked so much from Foggy who still tried his best to welcome him back with open arms. But Foggy had never been one to tip toe around Matt about anything. A habit that could be aggravating at times but it was always a cost he had been willing to pay for the intimacy that was brought forward from it.

And this was Foggy begging Matt to have that chance for intimacy again. As if she didn’t deserve to ask for it and it was a failure on Matts part that Foggy would harbour such hesitation.

Even through all his secrets and fear, Foggys openness about where she stood in regards to Matt had always been a beacon for him. A guide to teach him how to be a friend. Lessons he’d been deprived off the second his dad died. Matt had cast out the hope of ever achieving such a relationship. Already given up early on at the thought that he could ever receive the kind of easiness that Foggy offered and it was a miracle for him that she did. A miracle that they had met in Columbia and a miracle that through all Foggys annoying habits, that he’d been open to give her a chance. A choice that he would never have made if Foggy had been anything less than who she was. She in of itself was a miracle to him and Matt was deeply torn that he had made Foggy ever feel otherwise.

 “I had only ever wanted a friend”

Foggys words from the night of their huge fight came back to him and while it might have been said in less than stellar circumstances, he knows even then that it had rung with truth. Foggy had never asked for anything more. How could he have failed to give her something so simple.

After a while Foggy finally turns her face towards Matt. He tastes salt in the air but doesn’t move to address it because he needs to focus right now. To really listen and conscientious, to what Foggy was trying to say. A lack in communication had after all been their downfall. Too much resentment over kept secrets and rancorous unspoken anger.

But there’s none of that hanging in between them now. Instead, Matt heard what wasn’t spoken loud and clear.

 “Don’t leave. Don’t make me go through that again. Stay. Here, with me”

Matt doesn’t think there’s anything he can say that could live up as an answer to that so instead he creeps his hand forward to grasp Foggys in a sincere hope that his own words would ring with the same vulnerable truth that Foggy had offered.

  “I’ll try”

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Things had gotten better afterward. The honesty Foggy openly shows was an invitation for Matt to do the same. Not a demand and Matt will forever be grateful for that. But even so Matt still walks on eggshells at first. Not knowing what he was allowed to reveal. What was welcomed and what was not. Foggy like always, had put Matt at ease the way she always could.

It starts with an open invite to a home cooked dinner where Foggy made it clear that she wanted to know more about Matt’s abilities.

 “If you want that last brownie you’re gonna have to impress me Murdock and for extra motivation, it’s a corner piece”

 Matt had laughed, “I’m not sure what you’re asking here Nelson. I’m not sure I want to. The last time you gave me a dare I ended up doing the chicken dance in the college cafeteria”

 “Boohoo, you deserved it after that stunt you pulled with the waffle incident. I’ve still got the burn marks to prove it. Now enough excuses and man up Murdock”

The banter might have sounded harsh to a stranger’s ears but it held such a familiarity that Matt rejoiced every second and every word. But despite all that he was still so scared to ruin what they were trying to rebuilt. Scared to run Foggy off with ‘too much’.

Foggy had again, nudged him into it gingerly and with such patience that Matt hadn’t found it in him to deny her.

She asked him to talk about what he could taste in the food she’s cooked. At first Matt was afraid to criticize but Foggy had started doing so herself. Once after a dinner Chicken Paprikash of all things, she asked if Matt sensed the yoghurt that used was close to getting bad. Matt tentatively had noted that it wasn’t rancid but it was definitely way past its prime days. Foggy wasn’t annoyed, instead she breaks the tension and laughing, jabbing about how horrible some parts about Matts senses must be. About the embarrassing things he’s had to endure.

To Matt’s surprise, the topic of his abilities became a favourite thing to talk about whenever they spent time together.

 “Are you saying everytime I found you staring into space in your room it was because you got contact high from your stoner neighbour 5 rooms away from your dorm?”

 Matt had groaned and dropped his forehead onto his folded arms in embarrassment. It was enough of an answer Foggy needed.

 “Oh my God, you turned them in! Matthew Michael Murdock you tattle tale”

 “It wouldn’t be such a problem if they didn’t get stoned every night. It was barely a secret anyway. The corridor reeked from it and personally I think I did a public service”

 “Did you snitch on me bringing snacks into the library too?”

 “No Foggy, that was all the crumbs you didn’t bother cleaning off your dress everytime we passed the librarian. She could probably smell the Cheeto dust on your fingers a mile away”

 “I knew it! You threw away my Cheetos stash didn’t you!”                              

 “They’re like cheese dust bombs! They were more chemicals than actual food. I did you a favour”

 “And here I was thinking Tanya was stealing them from my bag during civics”

 “The girl who sat beside you? Oh, she stole food from you all the time. You left your bag unzipped, it was inevitable”

 “And you never told me?!?!”

 “Most of the things you had in there were junk food. It’s no wonder you were on a sugar high all the time”

 “In my defence, Redbull and Twinkies are a perfectly good way to combat law school stress”

 “Oh god the Twinkies!”

 “Don’t you dare go after Twinkies!”

Just like that the tension brought from the elephant in the room that was Matts powers was broken. Foggy made a game out of Matt trying to guess all the ingredients she’s used on nights that she cooked. Matt had initially protested on the unfairness of it all but eventually stepped up to the challenge cause he’s a competitive bastard and Foggy knows it.

 “How am I supposed to know what kind of nuts you used in the Pad Thai??? I can barely afford anything other than ground nuts”

 “Excuses. You haven’t suggested anything else either”

 “I know you used Italian basil instead of Thai”

 “Whats the difference?”

 “Thai basil has a sharper taste”

 “And more expensive”

 “Authenticity is important. We don’t want to get sued for cultural appropriation and all”

 “Oh look at me, I’m Matt Murdock and I can only eat fancy organic Thai Basil”

 “It doesn’t matter, I won. Now give me my brownie Nelson!”

 “Bite me Murdock!”

Matt won 9 times out of 10. The game was rigged and they both knew it but they usually ended up splitting the last piece of whatever dessert they had for the night anyway so it was never really about winning. Not for either of them anyway. On nights when there were no sugary delicacies waiting for them after their meal, if Matt won, he got to pick what they did after dinner. Watch a show, listen to an audio-book, play games before he had to leave for the night for patrol. Foggy never complained except for an over exaggerated whine or two at Matts predictability.

It’s fun, intimate. They don’t just focus on the fun stuff either. Matt had wanted to get even more intimate. He was tired of carrying all his secrets and for once he was the one who took the leap to trust that foggy wouldn’t run.

So, one night Matt finds himself stumbling into Foggys apartment after patrol. It was closer and he had a concussion. He was surprised when Foggy didn��t freak out like he expected and actually knew how to handle the situation. Like she’d prepared for it. She got some lessons from Claire who owed her for helping Luke. She doesn’t talk about when she started doing it or why. Matt didn’t know if he was ready to hear the answer either.

 “You know, I could always keep my window unlocked. If you ever… ya know, need to come over”

 “I don’t want to wake you”

 “I always sleep late anyway and besides; I’d rather know you have somewhere to go if you need to then........”, Foggy trails off but Matt doesnt need to be a psychic to know where her thoughts had went.

 “I don’t want to make thing’s hard for you", he says back and they both know he didnt just mean waking her up late.

 “Matt, I want to.”, Foggy had said, firmly as she smoothed the Arnica cream over his newest bruise.

Her heart had beaten with a steady thud of truth, truth, truth.

It was comforting to know that Foggy wasn’t soaked in fear and disapproval the way she used to be before, and he did come over sometimes. Once or twice a week to get his ribs bandaged properly when they were bruised or some cuts stitched. Matt can tell Foggy’s nervous and queasy about the stitching but she soldiers on anyway and it reminds him of Maggie telling him how she had done the same for his dad when they were together and the similitude makes a roll of warmth coil around his insides like a soothing balm. It feels right.

He realizes when he gets home as is drifting off to sleep, that it’s not something he’s ever had with Elektra either.

 “Foggy, I need to tell you something”

 “Hmmm?”

 “About midland circle”

 “Matt-”

 “I need you to know, why I stayed. Why I didn’t try to come back.”

 “Matt, you don’t-“

 “Foggy please. I need to do this”

 “Ok Matty. Fire away"

 “It wasn’t about you, or Karen. Maybe that’s hard to believe. I’m not gonna lie and say it wasn’t selfish of me because it was. I hurt you. You gave me the suit and you trusted me and I let you down. But you have to know Foggy, it wasn’t because of you”

 Matt had ducked his head in shame

 “Truth is I wasn’t thinking about anything else at that moment. I’m impulsive, we both know that. You’ve always known that. I was so overwhelmed by the fact that she was alive that I-“

 He gulped.

 “Did I tell you how she died? The first time?”

 “No”

 “It was because of me. She took a knife to the chest for me and she died in my arms and it was my fault Foggy. It was my fault. The worst part is, she’d told me beforehand that she wanted to stay with me. She wanted to try and she died in my arms because of me. I heard her heartbeat stop and it was because of me and I couldn’t… I couldn’t move Foggy."

 He remembers feeling his eyes water, struggling to keep them from flowing into streams down his cheeks. But he couldn’t stop the way his voice choked.

 “And I heard her heart beat that day when I found out she was alive. The way she moved, the familiar scent of her and how warm she was whennever she was close. She was so alive and I was desperate to save her this time. When she refused to leave Midland, I couldn’t leave her behind. I couldn’t leave her alone. I couldn’t let her die because I couldn’t save her for the second time. I couldn’t foggy. Everything was falling apart around us but I held her and she was so alive. I couldn’t let that go. I’m sorry Foggy. I’m sorry I hurt you. But I can’t be sorry for staying with her”

 “Matt I’m not angry”

 He’d perked up at that.

 “I mean I was initially. Went through all 5 stages of grief. Thought a lot about beating you up if I ever saw you again. Blamed myself for letting you go. For not giving you a stronger reason to stay-”

 “Foggy-”

 “I understand why you did it now. But back then all I could think about was how you’d left me. You broke your promise and you left us and I kept having nightmares of how you were probably still alive and had just fucked off to god knows where with her. It took me too long to realize I’d rather you were alive then dead even if you had”

 “You had a right to say no when I asked for help. I stole your wallet. I took advantage of you the second I saw you again. It was a dick move on my part”

 “Oh, trust me, it definitely was and I’m not gonna let you forget that for a very long time. You owe me so many favors. But I got you back Matt. I’d asked for only one thing ever since I lost you and I got you back. How could I turn my back on that? You’re so good Matt. I know you don’t believe it but you are. Even if I was pissed, I knew you were doing things for a good reason. I knew it was because you were helping people and I’m a damned lowlife if I even thought of turning my back on that. I’m not angry at you Matt. You’re my best friend. I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not gonna stomp off again if we get into another huge fight. But I can promise I’ll always try to come back. Maybe it’s not right for me to ask you to trust that. I know enough about your past to know that’s not an easy thing for you to do……...”

 “You’re the one person I trust the most, Foggy”

 “Karen-”

 “- is a good friend. But she hasn’t stuck around and followed me into making stupid decisions for the past ten years of my life. If there’s anything I regret, it’s not trusting you with my secrets. For hurting you with them. If there’s anything I’d redo it would be that”

 “We don’t know if I would’ve been open to accepting that back then. Heck, I don’t even know what I would’ve done if you did tell me. You had good reason to worry”

 “After everything, I should’ve taken the chance. There’s no one I trust more in this a world than you Foggy. Maybe that’s hard to believe considering how many promises I’ve broken. But I’m going to do everything I can to keep this one"

 “…… Thank you, Matt”

It had taken everything in him to admit it, but after all they’d been through. After all Foggy had given him. Foggy had earned the right to it. That part of him. He expects to feel fragile and small afterwards but instead he feels lighted. Just like before, it felt right. This was the path they were destined to be on. The path they both have worked hard for. Foggy had returned his vulnerable revelation by sidling up to him. Intertwining their fingers and leaning to the side to place a soft peck on his temple. Matt couldn’t find it in him to pull away. They stayed that way in silent comfort until they’d both nodded off. Her head fitted to the crook of his neck and Matt’s own resting on hers.

Matt had woken up first the next morning to Foggys head on his lap. A soft and unladylike snore whistling pass her lips and he remembers how it had annoyed him to no end through their first year of law school, on nights when Foggy had fallen asleep from exhaustion on Matt’s bed after a night of unending studying with him in his room. But after a while it had become a familiar comfort, accompanied by the beating thrum in her chest. An unexpected lullaby especially on nights when both of them were overwhelmed. Matt had a single room and Foggys roommate was never around, preferring to stay at her boyfriend’s place most nights. They switched between each other’s room every other night, more and more often but it never felt invasive.

Matt hopes Foggy knows how important her presence had been for him at the time.

He hadn’t attempted to wake her up that morning from her peaceful slumber even as his legs felt numb from the weight. Instead, and he stupidly hadn’t realized why he’d done it at the time, he found himself gliding his knuckles on her cheek, realizing in that moment how long it had been since they’d been this close. How much he had missed it. Touch starved in a way he hadn’t felt in a long while since they met.

This progress, this newly attained intimacy doesn’t stop. There is a relief in being able to talk to his best friend again about every part of him that he had always feared she wouldn’t accept. Not just about the heavy, things either. Even the small, minute, careless details.

To Foggys credit, she bares herself raw the same way he does.

 “How did you get so good at cooking?”

 “I take offence to that. I was always a talented cook”

 “Pancakes and grilled cheese sandwiches maybe.”

 “Hardy har. And you can boil an egg, good for you.”

 “Seriously, curry noodles? I didn’t think you even knew where the spice section was”

 “It was… it was actually after Midland. I couldn’t sleep sometimes and I’d stay up watching cooking channels and I gave in and just started actually making them myself. I started small but I got used to handling things after a while. It was actually… therapeutic”

 “Foggy…. I-“

 “Matt stop, seriously. I meant what I said. I’d rather have a life with you and all the adrenaline fueled bullshit, then a quiet life without you. Always. So, don’t worry, ok? We’re good. I promise”, Foggy had ended her little speech by reaching out to tap her fingers in a comforting rhythm on his knuckles and Matt had asked himself for the hundredth time since he got back, what he’d done to deserve such loyalty.

 “Also you’re washing the dishes and paying for lunch tomorrow”

 Matt had let out a burst of laughter, “Haven’t I been paying for lunch anyway?”

 “And you’ll keep paying for lunch until further notice. Besides, you’re getting a free home-cooked dinner almost every other night so I’m not going to hear a peep out of you”

 He’d raised his hands in a mollifying gesture, “No arguments here”

 “And none of that healthy stuff too”

 “Damn"

The catholic part of him that latched on to guilt too close, wasn’t satisfied. Not even close. He’d done too much, made too many mistakes. He didn’t deserve what Foggy and even Karen for that matter, were giving him. A step onto green grass that promised him sanity in exchange for something as simple as him pulling down his walls for them. To not push them away. And if that’s what Foggy asked for then Matt was going to teach himself to give it to her, even as he he itched from old habits to pull back behind said walls.

It takes 6 months for them to go through all the unsaid baggage that had been floating in the water like leftovers from crash created by their past mistakes. But at the end of it all, Foggy poked her head into his office again and told him to hurry up if he wanted her to do any actual cooking.

 “I feel like I’m being sabotaged”,

 “You don’t need me to do that”

 “Well, that’s not very helpful”

 “I mean, I didn’t tell you to try make dinner rolls from scratch, did I?”, Matt had said with a tone of faux pettiness.

 “That was not my fault! I didn’t know cats could smell the yeast all the way from the alley! Ruined a perfectly batch of dough. I spent 20 minutes kneading!”

 “I told you to close the window. Fair is fair, I didn’t know cats liked yeast either, I’ll give you that. So, what’s on the menu tonight?”

 “Well, you made Italian last week and I’ve been exchanging gossip with Mrs Yong for a while now….”

 “Getting tips from your Vietnamese neighbour is cheating”

 “Do you want to eat or not?”

 “I’m guessing Pad Thai?”

 “Couldn’t afford your oh so expensive cashews that you just have to have. Its Pho!! We are having Pho tonight! I spent 6 hours simmering a potful when I was going through the Jenner case last week and now, I’ve got enough frozen pho in my freezer to serve 8! I mean, I did have enough for 8. It’s more like 3 now. Maybe 3 and a half”

 “Is that what you were passing to Karen and Mrs Adli yesterday?”

 “Karen needs to eat more if she keeps spending her nights consorting with Jessica Jones. God knows what diet Jones is on. I gave Karen extra to pass to her so hopefully she’ll see it as incentive to keep giving us tips. We definitely can’t afford her”

 “I’m sure you can charm a few more favours out of her. And Mrs Adli?”

 “Oh yeah, her kids sick were with the flu and from what Mrs Yong told me, Pho has magical healing powers that can beat chicken soup any day”

 “You didn’t eat the rest, did you?”

“Boo hoo, shame on you. Unlike you, I know how to bribe our friends. I gave some to Claire and Brett. He looked like I was trying to poison him”  

 “To be fair you did once”

 “I was 5! He wanted to play Mommies and Daddies and I might have been overzealous about preparing dinner”

 “You know if he finds out you told me he’ll have you thrown in Rykers himself”

 “Which is why if you want any of that Pho yourself, you’ll keep yourself quiet you dick”

The air between them had turned so light and easy. Every morning Matt woke up beaming with joy at the simple thought of being able to just be with her so close throughout his day and every night he was lulled to sleep by the memories left from it.

There were no more walls. No more fear or doubt. Not with her. Not anymore.

  “I went to see Maggie today.”  

“Yeah? How is she? I haven’t met her yet”  

“She’s fine. She wanted to wish me Happy Birthday”  

“That sounds nice”  

 “Yeah……. She gave me her ring. The one my dad gave her. It was one of the few things she had from my dad and she wanted me to have it”

 Foggy had stayed silent for a moment before responding, “That was nice of her”

 “Yeah. It’s nothing fancy. Doesn’t have a diamond or anything. It’s just a smooth gold band. But she said my dad saved up for months to get it. It sounds just like him. She wanted to talk with me a bit longer but I just…. Couldn’t. I think I hurt her feelings when I left”

 “You don’t owe her anything Matt.”

 “It was rude”

 “Matt, hey, I need you to listen ok. I need you to listen to my heart. Are you listening?”

 Matt remembered how his throat had tightened so he had just nodded to the question.

 “I love you Matt. You’re my best friend. I will always love you. But you need to know, hey, listen buddy. You need to know that you never have to earn that from me. Not from me, not from Maggie, not from Stick, not from anybody”

 “I could’ve tried harder”

 “You shouldn’t have had to. You were just a kid”

 “Didn’t stop them from leaving”

 “And it was their fault, not yours. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

 “I’d asked them to make it stop.”

 “What?”

 “It was after Midland. There were two guys, trying to hijack a car. I couldn’t beat them so I asked them to make it stop. To just.. end it.... end me. It was so pathetic Foggy-”

 Mat hadn’t realized she’d moved from her seat until her arms were around him. Her grasp was gentle but Matt got the feeling that hell or heaven couldn’t tear her away no matter how hard they tried.

 She was on her knees beside him where he was sitting on the couch. One hand pulling his body to her chest and the other caressing the side of his head. Nose buried in his hair, whispering softly, “No Matty, no. Never. God, you’re so good Matt. So brave. So strong. It’s ok to not be sometimes. I’m here. I promise. I’m right here”

 For some reason, Matt had let out a startled laugh but he had felt something wet streaming down his face and suddenly he was choking on sobs. His own arms folded around her middle and he lets go. Lets himself sink into her, head buried into her shoulder, not thinking even for a second that it would be enough to cover up how loudly he was crying. But Foggy hadn’t said a word. Once upon a time he might have felt indignant at the idea of being so vulnerable with someone like that. He hadn’t been this open since Elektra and look how that turned out. Elektra herself had been different. He loved her. He still loves her. Loves how comfortable he felt in her presences. Unguarded and free.

 But unguarded and comfortable was different than allowing himself to feel and appear weak. To let someone see the broken and jagged pieces that made him who he was and not be afraid to be judged for it. Elektra never made him feel like home. At least not the kind of home his dad had given him as a kid. Safe. At ease.

 Loved.

  They fell asleep that night like that. Lying on the couch, Foggys arms wrapped around him tights and close. His head tucked in the dip of her clavicles. Curled into her and knowing with absolute certainty that she wouldn’t ever let him go.

Matt woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and the annoying tap of Foggys fingers on his cheeks.

 “Wake up sleepyhead. The pancakes are getting cold and I don’t want to hear you whining about it”

 For a second Matt had refused to open his eyes even as the corner of his lips were pulled up.

 “Five more minutes mom”

 “Very funny. Catch me making you breakfast again you ungrateful prick”

 Matt had let out a disgruntled groan but relented to push himself up with an over exaggerated stretch.

 “You owe me groceries for this”, Foggy sing songs, pushing a plate stacked with pancakes, dripping with an unhealthy amount of syrup just the way Matt liked it. It’s one of his most unhealthiest guilty pleasures but fuck him if every bite didn’t have him melt with sinful pleasure.

 “It’s the least you could do with how you had half my ass hanging off the couch last night”, Foggy continues as she digged into her own stack.

 “It’s not my fault your apartment is so warm. I was practically cooking”, Matt had clapped back but was half-hearted and said through a juvenile muffled mouthful of his breakfast.

 “Price of being the little spoon my friend”

 Matt indulged her with an eye roll but he’s much too distracted with his breakfast to keep up the banter. Foggy sneakily pushes the extra plate pancakes forward followed by the bottle of organic syrup that was way too obscenely expensive for her budget but so very worth it to see Matt light up animatedly with a child-like glee at the taste of it on his delicate taste buds.

 They had continued their banter a bit more over a steaming cup of coffee and all the while Matt realizes in that moment that he felt truly and incandescently happy with his life and where he was then compared to how where he was just six months before and a large part of it was because of Foggy.  Karens acceptance of him had been great. But foggy knew him more than anyone. It’s Foggy that despite their decade long friendship, he’d disappointed and hurt and let down over and over and the fact that Foggy was still there, a constant unerring affirmation of his worth. That if there was someone in his life that could love and stick around the way foggy had then life was definitely worth living no matter what it threw at him. Foggy who’d given something no one else had. Not even Elektra.  

Matt truly and utterly realize that Foggy at that moment, after so much time and effort on both their parts, truly knew him better now, more than anyone ever did. And with it Foggy had given him something he hasn’t felt since his dad died

And its not just the happiness. It’s a deep rooted and affection of what they have. Of what they’ve built through it all. . It’s a fondness. Its an appreciation. It’s a love that has driven right down to his core, so deep that its become part of his being. Its… wait… oh…. OH….. oh shit.

[toukenramblings]

Dating Headcanons: Kuwana Gou, Murakumo Gou, Kotegiri Gou

Whaaa, Gou Bros! Bros Gou! I’m so excited to do dissss. Dedicated to darling Mei Mei who is orchestrating my downfall further into swordboi hell.

Warnings: Well we are talking about the pasts of these sword bois and some of them aren’t too...pretty? But it’s mostly SFW. Me, projecting.

Kuwana Gou

Kuwa’s feelings for you are...rather quiet, creeping up on him like the ivy vines that snake up structures. He will notice them at a slow rate, as he values his relationship with you. It’s languid and takes its time to flourish and bloom like the flowers he sometimes works with, and Gods forbid it ever being destroyed. It’s a relationship cultivated over time, and when Kuwana falls for you, it’s a sudden free fall when the ground crumbles under him.

Kuwana is terrified of his feelings for you, terrified of confessing. He does think that he doesn’t deserve you, but most of all, Kuwana is terrified of destroying a beautiful relationship you two have. Consider him like the boy next door, your childhood friend that you always talk to. Kuwana is that boy, your first love, your first crush, your first kiss - oh so terrified to cross that line between love and friendship. What if you don’t like him back? The foundation of respect and trust and camaraderie you have built together just shattered like that? Destroyed? Nope. Bye. He can’t handle the thought of it.

If anything, you need to confess to Kuwana first. When he realizes that he loves you, it’s kind of obvious. He flushes around you, always giving you flowers and checking up on you with food - it’s not that different from his normal self, but sometimes your hands will brush each other and he jerks his hand away, timid and shy, terrified of such a thing. He loves it when you two do hold hands though. If Kuwana ever confesses, it’s because he probably talked with Tonbokiri about it. He has to make a move, or else he’ll only stew in his feelings in such an unhealthy manner.

His confession is planned, one day he’ll come talk to you, asking for some time alone in your office later that night. He comes to you with a bouquet of roses from the garden, cheeks flushed, still somewhat dirty from working in the gardens, and shuffling his feet. “T-These are for you. I...I wanted to tell you this for a long time but, I’ve fallen for you.” it’s short, straight to the point, and he almost leaves the flowers there on your desk before running away. You catch him in time though, tripping over your feet which leads him to catch you. And then you return his feelings and Kuwana’s eyes light up brighter than the stars! no tonbo and the rest of the gou bros are totally not crying in the corner, proud of kuwana

Oh the kisses with Kuwana are so sweet. He will always cup your cheek or chin before leaning in, pressing your foreheads together before kissing you. It’s always a slow and sensual kiss, full of love that he has for you. Rarely do they become any deeper than sweet pecks or quick make outs. He is always busy in the fields and you are always busy as well. He doesn’t wanna take up too much of your time!

Kuwawa’s PDA is always oh so sweet. Whenever he has to wake up and work in the fields in the morning or cook, he always gives you a peck on your lips before dashing off to do whatever. If you visit him in those areas, expect a sweet cheek kiss as well! Kuwana’s hands are big and warm so when you hold them, you feel so damn sAFE. He also really really loves hand kisses, washes his hands first before doing so.

Kuwana will love it when you two have a private part of the garden just for you two! He does work in the fields a lot but will make sure to take extra extra care of the flowers you two grow together. Hell, he always brings flowers to you! Missions, working in the fields, whatever! He is going to bring you some flowers and make a lil vase of them for you! He’ll always tuck a flower behind your ear whenever he sees you as well. It’s so soft guys.Will also tuck a pressed flower into an omamori whenever he’s away from you.

Kuwana was never really meant for battle, and he knows it. But after entering a relationship with you, expect him to be training more. He knows he has to become stronger to protect history and all, but he wants to become much more stronger to protect you too! It doesn’t hurt to see him oh so determined either! “I want to protect you for as long as I can. To do that, I need to become stronger. I know that I’m not as much as a weapon as Tonbokiri-sama or my brothers, but I have to try!”

Then there are days when Kuwana works shirtless in the fields. It’s....a damn good sight to say the least. He won’t tease you about it, but if you tease him about it, he’ll flush and stutter over his words. ITS GREAT, TRUST ME.

Kuwana is also quite the chef. He’ll always keeps you healthy, ensuring you go to bed on time, eat the healthiest of foods, exercise enough, it’s like having a personal trainer beside you at all times! If you do not feel confident in your body, Kuwana will always be there for you, whispering how much he loves you and that you’re perfect to him.

Kuwana also loves it when you take baths/showers together! It’s a great way to clean himself up and he just loves the intimacy! If you two are sexually intimate by this time, he won’t mind that either but if anything he just loves the feeling of always holding you close! He loves it when you help scrub him down and he does the same to you!

This leads us into massages! Kuwana is really good hands for this kind of shit, big and strong. He’ll happily take away your pain if he must, if only he could purge it in its entirety and push it on to himself. But he’ll melt if you massage him int turn! His body is built and slightly tanned from working in the fields all of the time, sun kissed as they say! He works really hard, so pamper him in turn!

Speaking of pampering, oh Kuwana spoils you but you need to spoil him in return! Give him love! Headpats! Kuwana secretly loves it when you pat his head! He’ll flush and mumble that it doesn’t suit him but he’ll lean into your touch!

Kuwana is also pretty touch starved as well, he doesn’t realize it until you two begin dating. Kuwawa will always glance down at your hands whenever you two are in the same room but doing something different. Or even in the same vicinity. He loves it when you two hold hands, or when you two are just cuddling and pressing your foreheads together. He’s also quite the cuddlebear.

Kuwana will give you nicknames based on flowers and crops. It may sound strange at first but him calling you his ‘pumpkin’ or his ‘rosebud’ just flows off of the tongue right and makes you flush with happiness every time.

Murakumo Gou

Kumo kumo’s feelings for you are...not taken well. Whenever he thinks about you, his stomach begins to churn in the most terrible of ways and he almost wants to vomit with how fast his heart is beating. How you make him feel. Kumo kumo tends to run away with his tail between his legs whenever he’s even near you. His feelings for you surprise even him! It makes his heart hurt much more then his tum tum so when he goes to Yagen or Samidare, they try their best. Of course it’s Yagen who’s like, “You’re in love, dumbass” cue shook Murakumo.

Murakumo will begin to avoid the shit outta you for a while. He can’t handle being around you when you make his heart beat like this! It’s almost too much for him, and he’s oh so terrified about falling in love as well. What if you give him away? Falling in love means pain, right? Why else would be feeling like this? Like he wanted to crawl further into a hole and die.

It’s because of this that you will need to confess to Murakumo, and it will honestly...be a venture. He will not take it well at first, thinking that you are lying, just trying to get under his skin. He won’t lash out at you, oh no. In his heart, he’s oh so happy! He’s loved! You love him back! His stomach will be doing flip flops and it won’t hurt as bad as it normally does. But give him some time, patience is very key in a relationship with Kumo-san after all. Wait for him to come around to you, it’ll take his brothers help to do that too.

“I...I...I don’t know how to deal with these emotions. But, if possible, I want to be by your side. It hurts a lot when we were apart, so...if it’s okay, can...can I be yours? Forever?” Murakumo’s biggest fear, after all, is you leaving him, abandoning him, sold off like a prostitution ring im sorry hfuigsgdh and just almost left to rot. When you still love him and prove that you will want to be by his side, Kumo kumo will almost be over the moon! His tummy will hurt a bit but he pushes past the pain as you two hug, a soft and gentle embrace, as the TouDan inhales your scent and holds you close. It’s super warm in his arms, oh so comfy.

Like Kuwana, Murakumo adores hand kisses and general hand holding! Maybe it’s the dog in him but you holding out your hand to him makes him happy, and whenever he does take your hand into his, he always laces the fingers together! He is rather sparse on his PDA though? Prefers the privacy of just being alone with you though. He also adores forehead kisses, especially if you are giving them to him! You can almost see an imaginary tail wagging whenever you to do.

To say that Murakumo is clingy is an understatement. He has severe abandonment issues from being sold off so Kumo Kumo has a habit of making sure and ensuring that you love him. Yes he trusts you, but that fear will not leave him, always staying at the back of his mind, haunting him, taunting him. These manifest as nightmares whenever you two are cuddling, to the point his tum hurts beyond belief and he wakes up with a start. He won’t want to wake you, worried that you’ll come to hate him more. But when you do wake up to your lover in tears, you bring him into your arms and he melts. His sobs are quiet, reaching in pitch every now and then but he keeps them quiet, hidden in the cloth of your clothing.. Hug him please, tell him that it’ll be ok in the end. He needs it.

He’s that partner who tends to apologize for every lil thing he does. He just worries that you’ll come to hate him, and sell him off. It’ll take time for him to get his confidence up, as said before, patience is very key in a relationship with Kumo Kumo. Of course as he changes and gains a lil more confidence by your side, his stomach aches will begin to slowly cease. He does get loop-de-loops whenever he plans something special for you, and he does have his fair share of worries, but he’s trying his best!

Yes Murakumo is a slightly jealous person, pouty whenever he sees you with another person. He trusts his brothers (Samidare especially) around you but anyone else? No fam, you got a guard dog right here. THe thought of you leaving him almost makes him want to vomit and of course you love him the most! Verbal praise is what gets him going the most, so do nothing but tell him that you love him.

As he moves on from his shortcomings, Murakumo is slowly becoming a bit spontaneous with his affections with you. One of his favorite things to do is to hug you from behind, burying his face into your shoulder or something and just...exist in the same space. Lap pillows are also his favorite thing in the world! He loves it when he can rest on your lap, and will do the same for you. Prefers just straight up cuddling though, is a smol spoon. Loves resting his head on your chest most of all, he loves the sound of your heartbeat.

Like Samidare, Murakumo will love animals! He loves much more calm animals, and while he does love puppies, he slightly prefers cats as they are more chill. If you take him to a petting zoo or a zoo in general, Murakumo will be so happy! He may get excited and his tum may hurt but if you hold his hand and take it one step at a time, he’ll be okay! He loves holding hands anyway.

Samidare will honestly be very happy for you two! He’s just happy that Murakumo found another person to be comfortable and safe around. He isn’t the kinda guy who will give warnings but he’ll probably shed a tear or two at how proud he is of you two!

Murakumo also tends to pick up random things that he thinks you’ll like. He loves it when you two go out on a walk together, sometimes he’ll bring back wildflowers for you, and if you two go shopping together, watch him look at stores he knows you’ll like. He’s pretty attentive to the stuff you like and likes to surprise you when he can!

He’s also very much into sharing clothing. He doesn’t care if your clothes are bigger/smaller than he is, he just finds your scent very comforting. If he’s on long missions away from you, he’ll ask to take your jacket or sweater with him because he’ll miss you! Uh yeah, gods help the person who gets it dirty or rips it. He loves it when you wear his clothes too! IT’s a way for him to be there when he is not.

The first thing Murakumo does when he comes back though is to run to your side and hug you! He missed you so much, he has to give you a hug! He also loves it when you tend to his wounds, whining and whimpering, leaning into your touch. Spoil him while you can, give him forehead kisses and nose kisses. He adores those.

Murakumo isn’t much for nicknames that are based around titles, “honey, darling, etc” he prefers making lil nicknames based off of your name instead! It’s really sweet.

Kotegiri Gou

Giri Giri aiiii ikenaii borderliiiie the song slaps im so sorry is a person who is always around you. He tends to your needs like Hasebe does and he knows your schedule like the back of his hand. But when he does get his feelings, he won’t notice it. He’ll think of it just wanting to be close to you, to be a better tsukumogami for you, and to help you as best as he can! It has to be someone who tells him that he is in love. You compliment him on his singing when he doesn’t notice? He flushes bright red and promises to sing for you from now on. What are you, his muse? Maybe.

Yes Kotegiri, you’re in love if you start making love songs for them/making songs with them in mind. Someone looks at his damn drafts and calls his ass out and he freezes. Oh no, is that what love feels like? To always be your little songbird and make you smile? Oh no. Oh no. Panic time engaged. Outwardly he’s fine! He’ll still be your attendant but will almost have his head in the clouds? He’ll flush whenever you come closer, almost running away.

It takes some time for Kotegiri to confess, and it’s probably with a love song. He won’t make a big show of it, even though he would, but he wants this song to be yours and yours alone. Will he rope his brothers into this? Maybe. Is he gonna rope the AWT48 into this? Fuck yeah. Of course it all depends. If you’re a more private person then it’s a private concert for you and you alone. It’s a sweet song and when he finishes, he kneels at your side what is this a marriage proposal holding out his hand, “I...I wrote this song for you, master. I poured all of my love for you into it. It’s okay if you do not feel the same, but I want to tell this to you now. I love you, and I will say it no matter how many times it takes.” and then you save his confession song as your ringtone and probably cry.

Giri giri claims he doesn’t like his hands, but they are indeed beautiful. Slightly calloused and all but they are soft and gentle. He does love holding your hand and adores yours though - no matter how dry or cracked or smooth they are, he’ll kiss your fingers and your knuckles. It’s one of his favorite ways to display affection. Other than cheek pecks and full on lip pecks. He knows that you two are always busy so he’ll always drop off some kinda kiss and then skedaddle, leaving you both wanting more.

Kotegiri takes great care of his appearance and this extends to you! After a good cuddling session during your sleep, he’ll wake up early and get you prepared for the day. Your clothes checked, breakfast in bed, morning time kisses, the whole shebang! It’s lowkey a married relationship anyway.

Kotegiri becomes a lot more confident in singing after you two enter a relationship. He’ll start humming and composing songs meant for just you two! Kotegiri has the lungs of a singer after all, this also means he can kiss you for a long time as well. Giri giri may make an entire album dedicated of songs for you! He can’t help it! He loves you so so much! It’s always signed with some sort of lovey dovey poem or something.

Kotegiri does enjoy shopping as well! He loves it when you two can shop together and find cute clothes to wear, he’ll make sure the said clothing will compliment you! Speaking of clothing, he will also love it if you two match! He highkey adores matching clothing with you! He also adores it when you swap clothing. Sure they may not fit...per say, but whatever the hell. Kotegiri is just happy to be connected with you in another way!

Date nights with Kotegiri are also kinda work nights? He’ll notice that you work too hard and suddenly murmur softly that you deserve a break. It’s just sitting in the same office together, working together, feeding each other snacks. It’s just soft and quiet, some good shit to be honest. Especially if you two just like cuddle on the couch, doing nothing, papers thrown to the side and just...existing.

Whenever Kotegiri is away for long, he always gives you a kiss before he leaves. He will also have something special from you to remind him of you while he’s away. It ranges from what he’s feeling. Maybe it’s the first drafts of his love songs for you, folded neatly and tucked into the protection charm. Maybe you wrote a song for him in turn and he keeps it in there? Who knows! He just likes the feeling of being close to you, no matter how far you two are apart from each other.

While he doesn’t mind lap pillows, he loves it more whenever you sit on his lap and fidget with your fingers. That being said, hugs from behind are also something he adores. He just loves being with you! Let him hug you!! Hugs are the besttttt.

Yes he’s going to be teased by the rest of the Gou bros, he’ll take it stride though. He’ll flush and mumble and fluster and stutter but dAMN IT HE’S SO PROUD OF BEING YOURS.

Oh dancing dates. Kotegiri adores aDORES dancing. Something about holding you close, hand in hand, as you lead each other through the steps, he may pull you closer on purpose with a sly smile but immediately flush when you do the same to him. I’m sorry but closely dancing with him like this, whether or not it’s a formal ballroom dance or just slowly waltzing to the music? It’s great, he just loves the closeness.

Most likely will know quite a bit about modern technology, computers, phones, so on and so forth. He has a phone himself and will take pictures of you two when he can! Most of the time the damn thing is used to download music and watch idols perform. Of course having a phone is mandatory whenever you two are out shopping together, getting lost is scary after all. His ringtone will be either his own love song for you, or just a recording of you humming his songs! He thinks of it as the biggest praise ever if you love his music.

Kotegiri calls you all kinds of sweet nicknames. His preferred one is muse tis because you are indeed his muse! You give him creativity and support and oh so much inspiration and he’s just....oh so happy that you approve of his love for idols.

Kotegiri may think that his hands aren’t good or anything, but to you, his hands and his everything is beautiful! His hands make the music he writes and they hold you with a sense of gentleness that no one could compare to. So really, a relationship with Kotegiri is just full of mutual support. He knows that you’re always busy but know when to give you a break. In the end, you tow start and end the day together and he’s ultimately happy.

[mydriases]

Boyfriend headcanons for Epel and Lilia

Anon asked: Hello! Welcome to the fandom! I look forward to your future writing. Can I get some boyfriend headcanon for Epel and Lilia? Thank you!

Thanks, I've kept the format of my first post so I hope it's what you expected!

A small digression to thank you all for the +100 followers! I don't understand how so many people would want to read what I write lol Thank you to everyone who commented or sent messages of encouragement, it touches me deeply.

Epel Felmier

Like loads of people, when you first saw Epel, you thought he was just another pretty boy.

It was at the welcome party for Pomefiore’s new students that you changed your mind.

You heard him fuming over the fact that he wanted to be a Savanaclaw, saw him get reprimanded for his table manners and noticed the way he really seemed out of place, all of this convinced you that he wasn't just another narcissist.

You made a point to become his friend, not out of pity but out of admiration. He was a person with many hidden talents who was able to put up with an environment he despised.

It is true that you were also looking for a type of personality different from the one who invaded Pomefiore like ivy.

One evening, while you were reading in the living room, the incessant chatter of your classmates forced you to leave the room. At least that's what you would've done if you hadn't seen Epel trapped by three other people.

They were talking together about how Epel was a model of elegance and that some people should follow his example. Their discussion was one-sided, judging by the expression of embarrassment that covered Epel's face like a veil.

You made it your duty to get him out of this situation.

You approached the small group, interrupted them and then took your sweetest voice to apologize to these gentlemen because you had to work on a project with Epel.

Of course, they didn’t express any objection and let the two of you go away after a final praise.

Epel showered you with thanks and even asked you if there was any way he could repay you.

« I mean… I wasn’t lying when I said I had a project to work on. »

You don’t feel any shame for asking him that, since as a result the ice broke between you and him.

None of you was close with the other students of your dorm so you spent most of your free time together.

Step by step you discovered Epel’s inner fire, and it was hot pun intended

In spite of his shyness, he could be quite responsive and outspoken when the situation was too much.

He began to open up and talked to you about his insecurities. Specifically, about his own body.

You understood that what was for Pomefiore an asset, was for Savanaclaw a drawback. All the praise was nothing when his own body was telling him he hadn't the capacities.

But some things can't change, so he focused on his magical abilities more than anything else.

It was hard for you to find the right words, but you assumed that sometimes you just need someone to listen to you. You took his hand.

Nothing was really the same after that, from this point there was an unspoken intimacy you two shared.

You held hands and hugged easily. Epel became something more than a friend, he felt closer and soon there was no more words needed for you to understand him. In fact, it felt natural to know.

One evening, while some festivities were taking place in the dormitory, you two apologized and went for a walk in the gardens.

You were chatting on a bench enjoying the coolness of the night. Until a comfortable silence settled between the two of you, and Epel turned to you.

Out of the blue he decided that kissing you was a good idea. yes it fricking was

If you ignore the fact that he withdrew as quickly as he moved forward or the fact that you were so shocked that you almost lost the ability to think properly, it all went pretty well.

The new physical intimacy that came with that kiss was unknown to anyone because of how discreet you were in your pda

He starded to give your little presents more often : carved apple, homemade food and even bouquets if that’s what you like (doesn’t know how to romance but he's not gonna admit defeat let me tell you).

He'd take you flying on his broomstick, he isn’t allowed? Who cares ! For once he can break the rules.

He would use you as an excuse to get away from Pomefiore student, « sorry but my love is waiting » he would said in a polite but slightly smug way

You'd discuss ways to make Pomefiore's uniforms more cool and what should change in the dorm. It would happen most of the time after Vil made a comment that Epel didn’t like.

Kisses in the library between the bookshelves, kisses in the garden, kisses everywhere when no one is around.

The kisses with Epel are such a soft thing, his hair would tickle your face and his hands would slide slowly up to your elbows to cup them.

When the kiss would end, you'd stand a few inches apart and notice the beauty of his eyelashes as his breath would caress your face.

Lilia Vanrouge

It was a hard thing not to notice the strange character that was Lilia Vanrouge.

He could hear your discussions from across the hall, spoke in an archaic way and appeared before you without you seeing him coming.

Actually, that's how you first met him. You were looking for a book in the library and he appeared in your field of vision, the wanted book in his hands.

He introduced himself, asked if you were looking for this book in particular and disapeared after giving it. He literally disapeared. You blinked once and paf ! You were alone.

You understood that what happened wasn’t a dream when he actually called you by your name in potions and asked you to be his partner.

In the first place, you were quite astonished. From what the rumors said Lilia was old, like so-old-I-should-be-dead years old, which means that he is knowleadgeable. Although you surely were not the last in your class, you still didn’t reach his level.

Your regular partner was absent, so you had no reason to say no.

It was difficult to know if he was good or bad at potions because he could propose an ideal solution and then he would assume that « perphaps if we add that  the result would be better » (spoilers, it didn’t work but at least the final result didn’t change too much)

Since, he continued to appear unexpectedly next to you, only to disappear the minute you looked away. It was entertaining so you didn’t mind.

 « Good evening. I was wondering...is the answer to question number 15 « the heart of a legendary beast »? 

Yes, it is…Hey Lilia, as you can see I’m on cleaning duty and it would be nice if you could h-

Thank you very much, it is always a pleasure to discuss with you » and he disapeared the basta-

You would soon start to have tea together, it kind of happened naturally. He asked you once and the invitations never stopped.

At least that's what you would have wished for.

You didn’t get any explanations, from one day to the next he stopped talking to you. There was no more funny stories over tea, no more surprise appearances, not even a glance at you.

Three weeks, three weeks of being ignored. Who can blame you if you were mad at him ?

His absence made you realize many things, the first being how much he had become an essential part of your daily life. It was strange not to talk to him anymore, there was a kind of mourning inside you when you were seeing him, as if he was the ghost of a loved one.

Then, you got a letter from one of your roommates. Because apparently, Mr. Vanrouge didn't have the guts to give it in person.

You've never read such a letter from Lilia before. It was short, to the point and didn't even have a cheap joke as usual. It was for the better, you couldn't bear it if he had acted like nothing happened.

He didn't look up at you when you came to sit in front of him. You waited for him to make the first move.

« Look, I think you're aware that my appearance doesn't match my real age. This kind of advantage is not without a price, I have loved and suffered a lot because no matter what I do ,the end remains the same. Even today, in my darkest moments, I wonder if love is worth if, in the end, I find myself carrying such pain. Some of my loved ones have told me that when they find themselves on the brink of the grave, no matter how much pain our relationship has brought them, they will have no regrets. And it is to honour the memory of those people whose voices I have forgotten that I come to talk to you. What we have between us at the moment may just be a passing infatuation, but I know too well where it's going to lead us. That’s why before we go too far, I need to see your point of view on love. For me, love isn't easy, it's not constant happiness that solves all your problems. It's a complex thing that can pull you down as well as up… I’ve been a bit dramatic on the edges but you need to understand that even if loads of relationships don’t last till the end of a life, ours is bound to be harder. »

You were puzzled. This Lilia was different from the one you learned to know, he was dead serious and his saddened look made you feel a little bit ashamed that you didn’t think about how he felt.

« As you said, loads of relationships don’t last till the end and it’s fine. We don’t need to rush things and we don’t need to think about our future for now. It sounds reckless but to answer what you said : yes, it is worth it. »

You never thought you'd start your relationship with Lilia this way but, oh well here you go.

Everything was the same as before but better. He still appeared where you least expected it but now he hugged you from behind which almost gave you a heart attack multiple times.

Lilia loves passionately. He gives without expecting anything in return and has no reserve with his feelings. He is candid, not hesitating to say what is wrong as well as what is right.

It’s hard to be bored with him. He has always an idea to entertain you or something to tell.

He's quite reserved when it comes to kissing, it's a little dated but for him it's more decent to do it within four walls.

But once in private, that's a different story.

His lips would run through yours, he would take the lead and hold you close to him, it's impossible not to be out of breath after his kisses.

There's a melancholy running through you that you can't explain when he embraces you. It makes you feel small in the face of Lilia's longevity. You can almost feel the dust of those former loves on your fingertips, and one day you’ll be one of them. And Lilia will remember you, because there are some things you can’t forget entirely.

[imagine-organization-xiii]

Oh yes, this is still open! What kind of spouse are the org members?

Xemnas -

Can you say sugar daddy - but like not really. Xemnas takes his role as provider seriously, so you’ll want for nothing when he’s around.

Quiet nights and stimulating conversation. Arm chairs in front of the fireplace with wine in one hand and a book in the other, sitting in companionable silence. He is an overwhelming, encompassing guy, but he values his privacy and intimacy just as much as values being around you.

Basically your equal in all things so don’t act like you’re better than him and don’t look down on yourself because you’re worthy of his support and attention. He values your time and your intelligence - don’t make him regret it.

Xigbar -

That spouse who is always ready for an adventure, but he doesn’t need to be because everywhere you go with him is in adventure! A hike in a forest or biking in the mountains is just as exciting as a trip to the grocery store or a run to the fast-food drive-thru

Intimacy and sex are two different things, but sex is definitely a form of intimacy for him. He loves being with you in that way and OFTEN, but he makes it fun with laughter and jokes, you know?

Dirty rat man soft for sweet sunshine s/o who could probably murder him and he’d be like yeah thank you; basically he’s a sucker for a powerful partner

Xaldin -

Xaldin falls hard and he falls fast, so expect unwavering loyalty from him. If you care for him and love him and treat him well, he’ll be forever yours.

Giant bear husband standing in defense of his s/o at all times? Absolutely. He knows you can defend yourself and he loves WATCHING you defend yourself, but let him show off his muscles every once in a while so you can ogle him and let him feel a bit smug

Always exciting with him. He likes trying new things so you’re always doing something fun, but there are also days where he likes to just spend time with you at home. Even the most boring days can be fun when he’s around

Vexen -

An intelligent husband who will never leave you lacking in stimulating conversation. You are always learning something new and exciting when he’s around.

Shared science experiments together? Yes, please, let him teach you and guide your hand, it will be a great experience for both of you and you’ll probably end up teaching him a lot too, along the way

Also infuriating and unyielding, which will probably lead to some arguing on occasion, but rest assured that if you can prove him wrong with something? His already high attraction to you will go up like 80%

Lexaeus -

The opener of Jars and the killer of spiders and cockroaches, but also the guy who likes warm bubble baths and cuddling; a gentle giant through and through and no one can tell me otherwise

No qualms in doing household chores, but also likes doing chores with you because it feels like a bonding experience

Doesn’t talk much, but he is a GREAT listener. Will ask questions at appropriate times so you know he’s paying attention and will offer you advice when you need it.

Zexion -

He sometimes gets embarrassed about his own interests but don’t let that stop either of you from enjoying each other’s company or doing things together. He’s into some cool stuff so you don’t want to miss out.

He also likes learning about what you like and will go out of his way to explore and do research so he can spark new conversations! He’s a sweet boy who would be a sweet partner even though he’s inexperienced

He’ll get in moods sometimes so don’t be surprised about that; he’s an introvert so he likes being alone and company can be stifling at times, but don’t take it personally. You can both use some time to yourself so take advantage of it when you can!

Saix -

Saix is a lot like Xemnas in the sense that he likes being a provider. He enjoys knowing that you trust him enough to rely on him.

He’s very task-oriented. When the two of you plan out date nights, it’s on a schedule. When it’s time to work, it’s time to work. There will be time for goofing off later, so focus on the task at hand and enjoy what time you can get with him. Don’t be too offended if he brushes you off when you try to kiss him while he’s working - he doesn’t like leaving things unfinished, so just be patient and he’ll make it up to you

Business-man in the streets, wild animal in the sheets. Never leaves you unsatisfied and always willing to try something new, within reason.

Axel -

A playful partner that loves to see you smile. There will be no tears when you’re with Axel!!! Tears give him hives so he will do his best to try and make you laugh even if it means causing bodily harm to himself. He hates it when you’re sad.

Every day is fun! There aren’t any boring moments with Axel because his brain is always working on overdrive. It’s hard to keep up with him sometimes so there will absolutely be moments where you need to sit him down and tell him to chill out for a bit, but you can rest assured that your relationship with never be tedious

Being with him also means being with his friends - who are your friends, too! Friends are important to Axel and it’s important to him that you can hang out with Roxas and Xion when he does without it getting awkward. He’s happy to call you a friend, too, before he even refers to you as his ‘partner

Demyx -

Demyx is a gift giver, but it’s not like... huge extravagant gifts. It’s more along the lines of the idea that he just so happens to be at the market and he saw a hat that he thought you might like so he decided to get it for you for no reason other than the fact that it made him think of you

Duets? Absolutely. I feel like this pretty much goes without saying. He loves singing with you and enjoys hearing you belt out a tune when you’re in the shower or walking down the hallway or just playfully dancing with him in your bedroom

He can be an awkward bean when it comes to serious situations. He doesn’t like things to be too stern or serious because he doesn’t really know how to deal with it emotionally. He’ll suffer through it, but don’t be surprised if he tries to diffuse the tension by making a joke or something when you’re trying to talk about something important

Luxord -

the well-educated, refined husband with a wild streak. Luxord is like two different sides of the same coin. One one hand, he’s there if you need intelligent conversation, quiet mornings with cups of tea, curled up on the couch in front of the fire with old books. On the other hand, he can also absolutely be that husband who’s always up to something, naughty and mischievous and definitely knows more than he lets on.

He cares about you, so don’t worry. You’ll probably be in on his schemes, too, if not helping him create those schemes. He loves having you as a partner in crime.

The accent is also a plus, too, so you can brag to all your friends that your partner has a sexy accent

Marluxia -

Brings you flowers every day. You’ll wake up to large bouquets in front of your face and on the bathroom counter and don’t even get me STARTED on the amount of flowers you’ll receive on holidays and your birthday.

You want to be wined and dined and romanced? Marluxia is your best guy. He is always ready to pamper you and he’s always at like Level 100 with that shit, so be ready to be APPRECIATED IN ALL WAYS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT

He smells nice, too tbh so he understands if you want to just curl up on top of him and press your face into his hair

Marluxia is a hopeless romantic. He makes every moment special, but make sure you take the time to romance him, too! Trust me, you won’t regret it.

Larxene -

A++ wife material, best wife ever and your equal in all things. she doesn’t want someone to protect her and she doesn’t want someone who will cower behind her. you’re partners, first and foremost

Doesn’t mind being the shoulder to cry on but is always ready to kick someone’s ass, too, so just let her know if you want to be comforted or if you’re looking for revenge because she’ll be standing right with you no matter what.

Has a healthy sex drive and is full on a top so be prepared to get your world rocked at all times. She’s so gorgeous and amazing that you can’t believe how lucky you are to even have the opportunity to be around her

Roxas - 

Not used to positive and healthy relationships in general so he may not do anything if you try to take advantage of him, but you can bet your ass that Xion and Axel are keeping a close eye to make sure that you’re treating him right because he treats you like royalty

He’s ready for whatever you want to do! Isn’t picky with activities, events, etc. He’s honestly just happy to be included in whatever you’re doing

That being said, he’s always so shocked that you want to spend time with him? Like sometimes you have to remind him “Roxas, we’re dating, I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t want to spend time with you” and he’s just like :O

Xion -

the sweetest s/o you could ever have. She always puts your needs first even when she shouldn’t, so you’ll never have a problem if she has a say in it. She wants you to be happy and your happiness makes her happy!

BUT NO, she has to be happy too so you spend a lot of time helping her understand that she has every right to be happy and content and that she deserves to have good things in her life

lots of cuddles! lots of hugs and sweet kisses on the cheek or forehead or the nose. she’s shy about displays of affection, so you’ll be moving slow and steady, which isn’t a bad thing

[myuntoldstory]

Mystic Messenger | Sapphire

AO3 | FF.net

Fourth prompt of Jihyun Week: Warmth | Canvas

This is not an entry to Jihyun Week 2020. I'm basically just trying to finish the series I created in AO3.

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: V | Jihyun Kim/Main Character (Named)

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 3, 274

Summary: "Mr Kim... you're meant to paint a bouquet on my back."

The intimate moment where Jihyun paints flowers on Lux's back.

Sapphire

Lux lies front-down on the king-sized bed. A blanket covers her bottom, leaving her naked legs and back exposed. Supporting her from underneath is a pillow, providing comfort as she peruses the RFA app. A few days ago she started inviting guests for the upcoming party. She wonders if any had replied. Checking her inbox she finds a few new messages. She wastes no time in getting to work, typing out replies that will hook the guests into attending.

"Do you mind picking for me, darling?"

A box, held by Jihyun's long-fingered hand, enters her field of vision. She leans on her arms, taking the box as her beloved kisses the top of her head. After giving each other a smile, he walks off. The moment he leaves her gaze she looks at the box. It's one-fourth the size of a shoebox. Inside are a few small body paint pots. Setting her mobile aside, she does as he requests. She examines each pot, realising they're all the same colour in various shades and tints.

“It’s all blue,” she says, surprised.

“Because blue is your colour."

Lux hears the smile in his voice. There's affection in there that makes her blush and bite her lip in a smile. Looking through the box, she picks the colours that catch her interest. By the third pot, something occurs to her. She looks at Jihyun over her shoulder. He stands at his work table, wearing a loose white shirt and a pair of dark linen pants. The colour of his clothes makes his hair more vivid. He's busy preparing so he doesn't notice her, but she's happy to gaze at his broad back. Watching the graceful way he moves as he gathers his supplies is hypnotising. She steals a few seconds to admire him before speaking up.

“How many do you need?”

Jihyun hums, "Let's go with... three to five?"

Nodding, she returns to her task. It’s difficult. They’re all beautiful, though they're the same colour. It takes her a few minutes, but she manages to pick the ones she likes. As she chooses the final pot, Jihyun returns. He places a wide tray on the bed next to her; on it lie a few brushes, a couple of small plastic palettes, and a jar of water.

"How did you go?"

He kisses the top of her head again. She beams.

“I have my colours.”

“Very good; thank you very much.”

Lux giggles as he kisses her once more. He takes the chosen colours and places them on the tray. Taking the box he walks off again. He returns to her within seconds, sitting beside her on the bed. Then, he leans down and gives her a proper kiss. He caresses her cheek, inciting butterflies with each pass of his thumb across her skin.

“Are you ready?” he murmurs.

“Whenever you are.”

“Okay.”

Lux makes herself comfortable as he straightens. She flattens herself on the pillow, folding her arms and resting her cheek on her hands. There's no knowing what to expect, but she trusts Jihyun completely. She starts as, without warning, she feels his lips brush against her shoulder blade. Jihyun chuckles and kisses the other side. As his kisses spread across her skin she relaxes. He marks a path from the nape of her neck down along the slope of her spine. Laughter overcomes her as he covers her back with affection.

"Mr Kim," she teases. "You're meant to paint a bouquet on my back.

"I will," he says. "But first I must paint my love."

His words bring another bout of laughter. At the same time, her cheeks redden with bashful warmth. The words he tells her sometimes... it makes her want to hide. Yet... it fills her to the brim with love and happiness. Right now she wants to wrap him in her arms… but she stays still. For him, she doesn’t move an inch. This is his way of showing his love, of telling her he loves her. Always she’s happy to accept these little gifts, even when it overflows… until he’s satisfied…

They're soft, his kisses. Tender and gentle, like him. Each imprints a warm feeling within her. The intimacy of this moment arouses her a little... but more than that it comforts her. In the centre of that warm feeling is safety. Being with him makes her feel protected. With him, she'll never be in danger... because he will always be beside her.

The kisses come to a slow stop.

"Right," Jihyun says. "Let's get started."

"Aw, no, already?" she whines teasingly. "I was enjoying myself."

For that, he kisses her shoulder as she rises on her arms. She gazes at him, returning the smile he gives her.

“Do you need anything before I start? This will take a while.”

“No, thank you, I’m all right.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.”

He kisses her cheek. Lux watches as he turns to the tray. Silence falls between them, lasting minutes. It feeds the anticipation growing in the pit of her stomach. For some reason, this is all getting her a little flushed. She hastily flattens herself back on the pillow. This time she presses her face against her hands. Is it her or is the room warm?

“You know…” she muses, voice muffled, “this is kind of pervy…”

Jihyun laughs softly.

“I believe you mean tasteful,” he teases.

“Kinky.”

“Sexy.”

“Very sexy, then,” she concedes with a laugh. “Criminally sexy.”

“Viscerally sexy,” he says, sighing. “This sight of you tempts me so…”

He kisses her again. This time, on her ear. The tip of his tongue brushes against the curve of the delicate shell, setting her face aflame. She bites her lips, more than a little embarrassed, but unwilling to show how much he flusters her.

“I can tell you the same thing, Mr Kim Jihyun.”

Chuckling, he gives another kiss. How generous he is with them today.

“Please let me know when you’re uncomfortable.”

Lux nods and feels him move. The bed dips this way and that as he finds a comfortable position. He legs brush against her ribs, tickling her. There's silence for a few minutes. As she waits she wonders what flowers he'll paint for her, what the arrangement will be like. He says that blue is her colour... how will he use it to create her representation? She can’t wait to see it, the result of his love.

“This will be a bit cold.”

Jihyun’s warm hand rubs her back as she steels herself. The first touch is cold, but not as icy as she imagines. Thanks to his consideration she doesn’t flinch at all. The brush travels in a line from the small of her back to the middle. It repeats, seeming to diverge in different directions.

Overcome with the desire to see him, she lifts her head. The first thing she notices is the tray. Now that it's closer she sees paint pots of green, white, and purple along with the ones she chose. Then, her eyes go to Jihyun. When they lock gazes it startles her. He winks, making her smile. The sight of him satisfies her so she happily resumes her position. She closes her eyes as she relaxes, concentrating on her beloved.

In time she grows accustomed to the temperature of the paints. Now, all she feels is his expert technique, the measured way he applies pressure. Every time she watches him paint on normal canvases she observes how careful he is. But now that she is one... she can't help feeling that he's extra cautious. That makes her heart flutter. No matter the circumstances he always thinks about her.

Silence settles between them and Lux knows better than to disturb it. Jihyun concentrates on her back, from the top to the bottom. After a while he begins to spread out to the sides, the brushstrokes more delicate in its pressure. When he reaches a particularly ticklish spot, she flinches away with a giggle.

“Sorry,” she gasps. “That tickled.”

“I’m so sorry, darling.”

She takes a peek at his progress. “Did I ruin anything?”

“Not at all.” He smiles at her before kissing her neck. “I’ll be quick.”

“It’s okay; no rush.”

“No rush? Then…”

She jerks away as he runs his fingertips along her side.

“Jihyun, don’t!” she yelps with a giggle.

He laughs, but stops at that. Soon enough, they return to the same relaxed atmosphere. Both of them undergo a meditative silence. Lux closes her eyes, listening and feeling for everything Jihyun does. The tray clatters from time to time. Water sloshes in the jar as the brush swirls through it. If she strains her ears enough she can hear the sound of the brush gliding against her skin. Every few seconds Jihyun’s fingers press lightly into her, trying to get more control.

The minutes start to feel like one chain link of eternity attached to another. Lux had entered a lull, hovering between sleep and consciousness. At that moment, Jihyun shifts. The bed jostles as he moves around and gets off. Lux opens her eyes, looking to see him pick up the tray and walk off. She watches him walk around to the other side, placing the tray carefully near her head. Then, he sits down and smiles at her.

“I thought you were asleep,” he says, reaching out to pet her hair.

“No… just closing my eyes.”

“Are you okay?”

The way he’s touching her… if she were a cat she’d be purring by now.

“I feel like I’ll sink right into the mattress.”

He chuckles, “You’re feeling very comfortable, then?”

“Very.”

“That’s good.”

Jihyun picks up a fine-detailed brush and a light blue paint pot.

“I’m halfway done, my darling,” he assures her. “I will be another… thirty, forty minutes?”

“It’s okay, Jihyun… take your time.”

She smiles when he kisses her forehead. Lux lays her head down again and closes her eyes. Soon, all is silent between them again. Once more she feels his brush on her skin; by now she’s associated it with his touch. In that way, she can’t help feeling that this… is intimate in some way. They’re both vulnerable, doing this. For her part, she’s happy to do this with him—for him. She hopes that he feels the same with her.

Soon, Lux begins to feel stiffness on some spots on her back. It's the paint drying. With Jihyun working so long she detects the smell of it, a little acrid and very chemical. Her nose wrinkles, but it’s not so offending that it bothers her. She puts it out of her mind, concentrating on Jihyun’s every movement.

Finally, after what seems like hours, Jihyun heaves a big sigh. That must mean he’s finished. Opening her eyes, she finds him getting off the bed and taking the tray. Their eyes meet and with a grin, she rises on her arms as he combs her hair from her face.

“How are you feeling?” he says.

“Stiff,” she admits with a chuckle. “But I’m okay."

"Good."

"You’re finished.”

“I am, yes… how did you know?”

Her smile widens slightly.

“How does it look?” she says instead.

A radiant and proud look crosses his face.

“Beautiful.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s breathtaking—thank you very much for your patience.” He leans down to kiss her cheek. “Stay there a moment, darling. I’ll get my phone.”

Lux nods and he walks off. She stretches her limbs with a strained groan, careful not to disturb his artwork in any way. While Jihyun cleans up she ganders a peek over her shoulder. From her angle, all she sees is a soft concoction of blue, white, green, and purple. She hears footsteps coming and glances at Jihyun as he approaches the bed with his mobile phone. He climbs on the bed and kneels beside her. Reaching out, he caresses her hip, fingers slipping below the blanket.

“I’ll have to straddle you,” he warns softly. “Is that okay?”

“That’s fine.” She smiles.

“But you don’t have to worry; I won’t sit on you.”

“Okay.”

“Then, if you don’t mind…”

Understanding his silent request, she assumes her previous position on the bed. She feels Jihyun moving around her, manoeuvring so that his legs are on either side of her hips. Though he holds himself above her, she still feels a bit of weight on her thighs. The shutter sound effect of the camera pierces the silence as he takes his photos. Her gaze wanders around. Idly, she wishes there’s a mirror in front of her so she can see him—his posture, the way his fringe falls over his eye when he bows his head, the focus on his face as he works…

Blood rushes to her cheeks as soon as the thought leaves her mind.

What, exactly, is she thinking about…?

“Would you like to see?” Jihyun says.

Lux sighs in relief at the distraction. “Of course!”

Jihyun hands her his phone as he sits in front of her. She makes a sound of awe as soon as she sees the photo. That he took a full photo of her is a little embarrassing, but… it’s beautiful. As he promised, he painted a bouquet on her back, in a colour that he said fits her. The main flowers are roses so blue they looked like they grew in winter. Surrounding them are delphiniums, hydrangeas, thistles, forget-me-nots, nigella, orchids, irises, and bluebells. The blooms change in shade, reacting to a light source that only Jihyun sees. Scattered around to break the sea of blue are baby’s breaths, lily-of-the-valley, and ferns. A white ribbon binds them together, almost wrapping around her waist.

“I might have gotten carried away with the flowers…” Jihyun says.

She chuckles at his sheepish tone, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

“It’s perfect.” She kisses his palm in reassurance. “Too bad it’s on my back. I wish I can see it with my own eyes…”

“Should I paint another on your front?”

There is seductive playfulness in his voice that makes her blush again.

“That will definitely make it pervy,” she says.

“Undoubtedly.”

He leans down and kisses her as she laughs. She hands the mobile back and he looks at the screen with a happy expression. This moment will always be one of her favourites, when he looks at any of his works with joy. Before… after their ordeal, there was a time when any mention of art brought him pain. Jihyun embracing his passion and facing it head-on is a sight that she will never tire of.

“I really like this…” he says.

After scrolling through he looks at something across the room. She doesn’t have to guess to know that he’s looking at his camera, perched on his work table. There’s a longing look in his eyes that makes her almost giggle. This man with his heart in his sleeve. Can he be any cuter?

“Is it okay if I take pictures of you?” he says.

It’s not even a question. “Perfectly okay.”

With a beam, Jihyun almost jumps off the bed. Leaning on her arms, she watches him over her shoulder with a happy smile. He takes his camera and attaches a lens on it. Then, he walks to the windows and opens the curtains a little to let some natural light in. After, he arranges the sheets on the bed, making certain areas fold a certain way. Finally, he turns to her and, with a smile, reaches out to caress the shape of her bottom lip.

“May I take the pillow?” he says.

Kissing his fingertips, she nods. He puts the camera on the bed before carefully taking the pillow from underneath her. After setting it aside, he arranges the blanket on her. He covers her thighs, leaving her calves and feet exposed.

“Comfortable?” he says.

“Yes,” she says. “Where do you want me?”

“As flat as you can, darling.”

She follows his instruction, flattening herself on the mattress. Meanwhile, he continues to fix the blankets and sheets.

“Good… and your arms…”

He touches her elbows and, again, she folds them. With Jihyun’s gentle direction she props her chin on her stacked hands. Then, he unclips her hair. His hand brushes against her shoulders as he arranges her hair around. After that, he does a few more adjustments. It takes minutes, but definitely not as long as when he’s doing the artwork itself.

“Perfect,” he says. “Hold still for a few minutes.”

Easy. She doesn’t move an inch, listening to the real sound of the camera shutter clicking every few seconds. He moves around, trying to get the perfect angle. Sometimes, he instructs her to move her arms in a new position. In their time together he's taken so many pictures of her... but somehow she feels closer to him at this moment. For some reason, she's feeling especially exposed and yearns for his presence.

“I think... we’re back to being pervy,” she muses aloud.

His answer to that is a simple chuckle. The camera shutter continues to go off

“Okay,” he says after a while. “You can sit up if you like, darling. It should be dry.”

It’s not until she tries sitting up that she realises how stiff her whole body is. Jihyun helps her, keeping her steady and covered as she straightened and stretched. She glances at the camera sitting beside him and reaches out with a questioning smile.

“May I?” she says.

He gives her the camera and when she takes it, her eyes widen at the image that greets her from the small digital screen.

“Jihyun…!” she breathes in awe.

The picture is of her—that is her… but at the same time, it’s not. The bed fills the whole frame, making her look solitary. The lighting and composition would make this a good black-and-white image. She… the woman on the screen looks sophisticated, mature... sexy. Like a goddess who submits to her mortal lover as he worships her body this way. The bouquet is his offering… because nothing beautiful and worthy of her exists in this world. So, instead, he creates something from his heart...

For nothing may be perfect for her.

Not even his love…

But it’s enough.

“Is it still pervy?” he teases.

She giggles, “It’s sexy… and tasteful too…”

With a tender smile, Lux runs her finger on the artwork.

Kiss marks, bites, bruises...

These are the marks people leave on their lovers.

Jihyun, with his gentle heart, does this.

This is his mark. With this, he tells the world that she is utterly and irrevocably his.

And that makes her… so happy.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Jihyun says, cheerful.

“Yes!” she gushes as she clicks through the different images. They differ in framing and angle, but it’s all perfect. “You can put this up in a gallery!”

“No!”

Lux jumps when Jihyun takes the camera from her.

“No?” she says, baffled.

“No.” He shakes his head, looking at the screen. “This is only for me.”

She gazes at him in surprise as he cradles the camera to him as though she might steal it and actually sell it to a gallery. She giggles when she catches his lips jutting out in a petulant pout. Now overflowing with affection for him, she reaches out to take fistfuls of his shirt. With a grin, she pulls him to her and gives him a big kiss. Jihyun pauses in surprise before he cups her cheek and kisses her back just as ardently.

“I love you,” she says against his lips.

He smiles in their kiss.

“I love you too.”

[sugar-petals]

Your pda reading was so cute🥺🥺🥺 could you do a reading about affections they like in private? (If you haven't done this) 🥺

drawing from the angel deck again, these cards are gold:

jimin: WORTH THE WAIT

on the card, you have two angels crouching down covered in veils. perhaps jimin likes to cuddle with his partner under a blanket. it’s a very protected, cold-outside feel here. the angels also look like they’re gazing toward something specific so: watching TV curled up together sounds about right.

taehyung: MARRIAGE

typical theme, all about matrimony. it’s so obvious at this point, i think my cards treat husband!taehyung as normal and a given. affections — marital bliss here. i see a bouquet on the card, he brings her flowers. linking arms is prominently depicted, too. dressing up and stealthy glances also.

yoongi: RECONCILIATION

a lot more intense imagery going on. a very passionate hug with the girl seated and the guy standing, bowing down to embrace her shoulders from behind. certainly not a normal position for affection. it could be like this: he comes to massage her shoulders while she’s working with a laptop.

namjoon: UNREQUITED LOVE

exact same card as for the PDA reading, what he does in public he does at home copy paste. again, the image shows hand kisses and hand holding (him giving rather then receiving, we know his high 5 dilemma), him lowering his height, there is a courtship feel to it, the sophisticated kind of touch.

seokjin: WORK ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP

your classic embrace card, this might end up similar to yoongi’s kind of scenario. it’s also one of the few cards where you see the couple scantily clad. jin might like to walk around naked, i’m telling ya. so… he’s up to actually tease a lot and is the least tame member with affections.

hoseok: HELP FROM A FRIEND

touching the underarms while talking, keeping the hands interlaced, helping the other person dress. you know, the situation where you help your partner put on their winter coat, something like that is what i’m seeing here. also, interestingly: decorating something for the other. e.g. a romantic dinner table. 

jungkook: GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER

except lying the head on the partner’s lap, touch is not the focus of the card at all, but there’s still a form of intimacy shown. jungkook appreciates a lot of conversation going on in the living room, maybe by a fireside. there’s a woman holding a fan so it might be an ARMY he’s getting to know.

[brekkiejeon]

Once Upon An Us | Chapter 1

Pairing: Husband!Jeon Jungkook x Wife!Reader 

Word count: 4.6k

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: penetrative sex, lots of kissing, profanity

Summary: Love can be complicated and heartaches remain when y/n learns the truth about her husband, which had affected them both to their melancholia. Will their relationship come to an end or will they still be able to fight for it despite the brokenness on their shoulders?

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CHAPTER 1: Celebration

Getting married to the love of your life feels like a dream, it’s heaven on earth for sure. It’s the both of you against all odds, that is the reality. You choose them because your heart and mind said so. You choose them because that’s where your happiness resides, among all it is home. You choose them every day, not only once and staying with them through thick and thin, through everything, is everything. As you both fall asleep and wake up each day next to each other, always keep in mind that you will now be spending the rest of your life with them. With that, nothing changes, you will only receive love from now on.

Jungkook, your husband, had planned something extravagant for your birthday and since you celebrated your anniversary last month, he wanted to make it extra special. He knew that his wife was tenacious, so he arranged an exceptional party only for the two of you and everything must be according to what his mind had thought of.

The first thing on his list was to surprise you with a bouquet of roses varying in shades of pink and red. You were awakened by the greeting of it and with Jungkook holding them while he gazes at you. He admired the way his wife’s porcelain skin glows along with her rosy cheeks that he finds too beautiful to even get tired of looking at. You loved flowers ever since the two of you were still dating and you appreciate it even now whereas having the confidence to do this to impress someone is one that is romantic and heartfelt. Jungkook adored that you were never a materialistic person and were never in it for the riches considering that you would already be the happiest woman even if it’s just a date without a large number of expenses involved. Honestly, you cherish the small things rather than those big yet temporary ones. You prefer to be with Jungkook more than anything, as long as you’re with him, that’s what matters to you. But this time, he wanted to spoil you with everything you deserve to have.

Jungkook smiled, cupping your cheeks. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Smiling back at him, you sat up as he moves closer to you. His lips met yours on a passionate kiss that made your heart happy. What an amazing way to wake up. “Happy Birthday.” You shifted on his lap and hugged him, arms wrapping around his neck while you rest your head against his chest. “Thank you so much.”

This man was something of a dream you never had expected to become your reality. It was breathtaking.

He placed a hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle massage and assuring you about your birthday party. “Get dressed, we’re going somewhere. I have a surprise just for you, baby.”

“You will love it,” Jungkook whispered, making you shudder from his hot breath fanning your ear. He slapped your ass and told you to get up because you will have a long day ahead with him. Ambling towards the bathroom door, your eyes landed on the embellishments in front of you and got fascinated by your husband’s effort in preparing your bath. The tub was filled with rose petals floating with the candle’s aroma that was surrounding the whole bathroom. As lovely as this may be, you won’t be in it much longer than you desired to be because you cannot ditch your little adventure with your husband.

The next thing you remember was Jungkook went shopping with you and he let you buy all the things you want. You doubt about spending it too much on unnecessary stuff, but he urged you to despite refusing from it. “It’s my treat y/n. Don’t worry.” You purchased a good quantity of cosmetics and clothes—you even bought a new set of black lingerie because Jungkook loves seeing you in it. To him, black is a seductive color that matches your active sex life. One example was when you’ve worn one of his shirts and compared from his big body to yours, it looked like a dress—an oversized shirt. You wanted to surprise Jungkook by wearing his favorite lingerie underneath but as soon as you stripped, he was quicker than your mind and already had you pinned against the wall as he attacks your neck with love bites which then advanced to the things that were bound to happen after it. The occasional make-out sessions you had with him define how your intimacy drives up your relationship to the next level and because of that, he started coaxing you about having children, albeit you told him that you’re on birth control that time—wherein you also added that pregnancy can wait and when the time comes, you will be ready to conceive your first child. Jungkook being the caring husband he was, worked harder to sustain you but instead told him that he was everything you needed which made him smile.

Another one was he did water activities with you on this hot day—parasailing, scuba diving, and surfing. He took you to this beautiful resort with very few people as it was not that famous. For every fifteen minutes, you applied a good amount of sunscreen since it was difficult for you to maintain your skin but you’d love to get a tan too. You had the best time, thanks to him.

Of course, it didn’t end there. The resort was actually where you and he would always drop by back then—spreading a picnic blanket and eating dinner while you talk about your lives, watching the sky painted in midnight blue and with stars augmented across it. Nowadays, not even a little chance have you ever returned to this place because of work and lately, Jungkook has been working overtime, even you that results in this couple all knocked out and usually sleeping on the weekend.

However, he rekindles these kinds of dates as he thought about how significant those were, for he knew that you are just a simple girl—not the ideal girl he wishes to have although you were much more than what he had ever prayed for. Jungkook wanted to restore these things when you were still young lovers, afraid of the contrasting time that will get the best out of each of you in which you may be unable to maintain this pastime if so. He downright believes that those seven years of love showed no signs of change from your relationship, yet, even after getting married two years ago, it was still the same love that you both have been holding on to since the beginning.

Jungkook holds your hand and you saunter by the sea barefooted. “I couldn’t imagine being with someone other than you.” He implied while you succumb from the actuality as such. “I know, it’s scary.”

If it weren’t him, who would it be?

“This feels like seven years ago, y/n. Time flies.”

“Those were the days.”

The two of you stopped walking for a moment and faced each other as the waves submerge your feet. Jungkook smiled, observing this woman in front of him. You can see his chocolate eyes sparkle under the moonlight, with the sea that makes the primary cause of serenity to this place. He holds your back and you placed your hands on his shoulders. Both of you swayed along with the breeze to this familiar motion. It was just like your first dance at your wedding.

After the final twirl, he gently pulls you closer and gave you a tight hug, nuzzling your head against his chest. The night was beautiful. It brought you back to when the wedding had happened. His lips then captured yours, sinking into the soft pink skin that nearly stopped the moment.

Jungkook stroked your hair, combing it with his fingers. “I couldn’t thank you enough, baby. I had fun today.” Silently watching the sea, your arms muffled around his waist. The waves serenade your ears as the night falls darker, the stars also multiplied like glitter. He smirked to himself while placing his chin over your head. “I still have one more surprise for you at home, y/n. It’ll be fun.”

“Let’s go home, baby. Your last present is waiting for you.”

Afterward, he gathers your stuff and went to help him pack at the back of the car. Slamming the door closed, he starts the engine while you sit beside him on the passenger seat. Jungkook takes your hand, intertwines it with his own and kissed the back of it. On the way home, he suddenly puts his hand on your thigh, lightly pressing onto the delicate skin. His big veiny hand that was placed on your flesh immediately made your insides clench, especially down there, unable to restrict your mind from sexual fantasies. You divert yourself on the road and ignored his hand that was near your crotch. He looks for it again and you swiftly grasp it, his big hand enveloping with your small ones.

Making a turn to the next street, he safely parked the car and helped you carry the shopping bags inside the house. He stopped in the midst of you scampering towards the front door.

“We’re home, go find your present.” Jungkook played with the car keys upon entering the kitchen. You hurriedly roamed every room, curious about his hint and meticulously eyeing every corner of the house to see if he hid it somewhere. The search didn’t go successfully and you have given up, plopping on the bed, scrolling through your phone and responding to the birthday greetings they’ve sent.

You heard the door open and saw a man of ethereal appearance, which was your husband. You placed your phone on a table nearby and watched him. Jungkook fixates to your figure, his eyes steadily carry passion. He strides towards you without breaking eye contact until he reaches your shared bed with your faces exceedingly close to each other. Tugging you on his lap, your legs were on either side of his waist and your genitals were grinding against each other though it was hindered by the clothes you both are wearing.

While holding you, he begins skimming on your neck, inhaling your scent that was like a drug to him, addicting. You closed your eyes, his breath hitting your smooth skin then he slowly rises to your lips to meet his, securing your cheeks with his hands and indulging his plump lips connected to yours. Your head rises and falls from the kiss he’s dominating, lungs calling for air as it yearns for the oxygen it needs that had you panting afterward.

Jungkook returns to your neck, sucking on the flesh that formed tiny bruises. He repeats and this time, his teeth dug into it for pleasure. “How are you, sweetheart?” He emits an alluring husky tone of his voice, sending chills to your spine and a spark down to your core. “I–I feel…great.” You stuttered a reply, unable answer properly by his touch.

His hands travel in different directions on your back and thighs, drawing you closer until there’s no longer a gap between the two of you.

The atmosphere was searing and the night has fallen into the darkest hour. He leaned to your ear, mumbling about something, “Congratulations y/n, you have found your present.” You can feel him smile against your ear, silently celebrating from winning you over. He bites your earlobe as your hands find their way to pull his hair.

“Just what I thought it would be.”

Cupping your jaw, he rubbed his thumb over your lips.“ Oh, my horny little wife wants to be fucked.” He settles in for the next part of your session. The smug look on his face made your nerves tighten together. He was not the baby Jungkookie you have anymore and you gulped. What a daddy.

“Let me show you the real fun, baby.”

His bump was now pressing on your damp region, rubbing it against your now soaked panties that had you fidgeting. Jungkook returned to your face and bites your lower lip, gaining access to your tongue and the permission to taste your mouth. He moved further from the bed by letting his fists do the job to recline against the headrest while you were situated between his legs.

Stifling a groan, he continues murdering your lips. You work on the buttons of his shirt until the item was discarded somewhere on the floor, followed by your husband who mastered lifting the hem of your dress over to your head, kicking his jeans and at once, you both were left in your underwear.

Your hands journey to his chest and gradually sliding it down to his toned abs. His bulge was now evident from his boxers and you were already craving for more—for the thirst your body wants right now. Jungkook was illegal, an epitome of the word sexy and seductive that makes your temptations run the wildest and your mind berserk.

“Take off your bra for me.” He looks at you with half-lidded eyes, waiting for you to obey his command. Laying yourself in a sitting position, you unclasp the hook of your bra and letting it fall on your lap. His fiery eye engrossed your chest and soon finds himself fondling them.

Jungkook then swoops down to your lips again, aggressively placing your hand on his erection. “Look how hard you made me, y/n.” His shaft already awaits its recipient to do the work and was greedy for its habitat as your lower region instantly quivered.

He guides your hands to grab the waistband of his boxers, quickly stripping the fabric off and revealing his bulbous penis that slapped his abdomen. You let out a sigh of lust as you become hypnotized by his length. He was big—and most likely will outstretch the walls of your vagina. A tingling feeling of your core begins to rise from within, soaking you more than before. Resting his back against the headrest, he started jerking off while it stupefied you, flaunting his libido behind the wholesome character you knew from your husband.

“Show me what you got.”

Jungkook summoned you to join his act. With that, you crawled towards him and returned to wrap your hand around his girth and started pumping it. He groaned as his head lolled up, closing his eyes and relishing the firm grasp of your hand.

“Y/n–fuck, don’t stop.” His cock was so hard that all of his muscles were tensed up due to the stimulation.

“You’re a whole fucking meal, Jungkook.” You teased as you licked the tiny discharge of his precum on the tip. Once you’re done moistening his head, you slowly ingest his shaft, taking time to adjust from his size and groaning breathlessly while he holds your hair to keep it in place.

“Your mouth feels so good, baby.“

His hand simultaneously rocked back and forth while you suck him. Holding his thighs for support, you quicken your maneuver. It reached the back of your throat as he thrusts upward, making you gag by the harsh plunge of his cock. The way he expanded through the innermost part of your mouth had you close to swallowing him whole. He constantly feeds you with it, satisfying your appetite and leaving you starving for more.

Keeping it on a fixed tempo, your mouth had provided adequate amusement and warmth to moisturize his shaft that will be convenient to where he will be administering to next. He enjoyed fucking your mouth and you shed a tear after your lungs get worn out from the abrupt choking down your throat and screaming for a reservoir of ventilation.

Your mouth withdraws from his penis, lubricating it with your spit as it shivered to the cold air of the bedroom. Jungkook laid you on the pillows with him on top of you and his hands were placed on either side of your shoulders. It was now his turn to pleasure you.

At once, he stormed back to your neck, adding the love bites he made earlier. Your husband adored every inch of your skin and he praised it like he had never seen something much more stunning than this. Your curves, your freckles that scattered on your neck and collarbone, your thighs—you. Despite the imperfections, you were everything his heart desires.

Jungkook cups your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipple as he sucked the other one. You arch your back from the thrilling sensation of his mouth and he gently massaged them afterward that had you squirming under him. You can feel your underwear drenched and uncomfortably sticking to your folds, growing impatient from the foreplay.

Gripping the sheets tightly, he spreads your legs wider to plant kisses on your thigh and noticed the visible wet spot on your middle, lightly pressing onto it. He rubs his thumb in circles on the soaked material that was concealing your womanhood. “You’re so wet, baby. We’re not even halfway through your present.” This was not even the focal point of the session yet it was already exciting the fuck out of you, needing for something more.

He aggressively pulled your panties down your legs and now joined the other materials on the ground, both fully naked. Out of his frenzy, Jungkook takes a good look at your cunt as he opens your wet folds, intoxicated by the sight that he will surely put his cock into good use with. Without warning, he inserts two fingers, curling it up until they were entirely inside of you. “Ughhhh-” You stifled a moan as you felt your heart beating rapidly from glee, feeling his long fingers slide to and fro. Your liquid coats his fingers, almost bathing them from the big loads of juices squelching and oozing out due to his arousal. He added another finger and continued pumping it that pretty much made you reach your peak. He removes them and a sudden trace of frustration flashes on your face.

He joins your lips together, abusing it from passion as you taste yourself. Your husband then teases you by rubbing the tip against your folds. Although you know that this was a part of your present, you remained relaxed under his control because he will be the one to make it happen.

Your folds met the warm muscle of his tongue that savored you to the highest extent, licking your wet pussy, driving you insane. “Shit–Jungkook!” You mewl out his name, slightly parting your lips, your breath hitching.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” Jungkook asked you, pretending not to know what you longed for, however, the answer was already obvious and he just wants to hear it straight from your mouth.

You sighed as you squeeze his shoulders in despair, telling him to go on. “I want you, Jungkook.” A smirk appears on his face. Your vague reply wasn’t the right answer to his question and he continued teasing you. He playfully massaged your clitoris, gasping from the stimulation he’s performing and once more slotting his fingers inside your wet cavern.

“Baby, I want you inside of me, please.” You implored and he raises an eyebrow.

Referring to his fingers curled up into your core, he replied. “I am inside.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of the sheets, growing desperate. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. What do you want me to do with your pussy?” Unable to contain yourself, you quietly suffered from sexual frustration as he patiently waits for your response.

“Should I just fuck it using my fingers? I’ll only let you have this big cock if you mean it.”

“I want your cock inside of me, Jungkook! Fuck me mercilessly.” You exclaimed.

Briefly returning to being a soft husband he was, Jungkook smiles as he pecked your lips, finally rewarding you with the gift you will surely remember your whole life. As a husband and perhaps a soon-to-be father, he loves this kind of romance since it was important. It’s where you had each other first before having a child before stepping into the world of parenthood and this was one of his special moments with his wife. He loves being a husband.

“Happy birthday baby.”

Full of lust and desire his stare was, he had finally shown his dominant side which was already urging you to submit before him. No one knows how crazy he is in bed, even him whose libido is extreme when provoked—and you, who had come to surrender, must brace to this man who will take you to see the stars.

Jungkook smooches you for the umpteenth time, getting down to his business. He started rubbing his swollen cock to your entrance and slowly pushes it inside as you inhale sharply. Your walls clench around his girth, stretching your cervix. Staying in that same position, he waits for you to adjust to his size, you furrow your eyebrows in discomfort and it was later replaced by pleasure.

Pulling out and barging in, he repeats it in intervals for you to get used to him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and closed your eyes, securing him in between yourself. The pace becomes faster than before, his hair bouncing and it tickled your chest .

“Jungkookkk–nngghh” You moan, though your voice was trembling. It came to his senses how proud he is to make you feel this good. Well, it was his responsibility after all—as proclaimed and promised in front of the altar. He looks forward to more intimate moments together besides making love, he knows there’s more.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n.” He growls above you, sliding his cock in and out, stretching the hot walls of your vagina. Your whimpers begin to echo and it was the kind of music he loves to hear, almost often if possible. 

Groaning after a series of thrusting, he randomly expresses his obsession with your throbbing core. “Damn, I love this pussy.” Specifically, when it comes to kinks, you have this thing called a ‘praise kink’, which was done by your husband a while ago. It so happened that Jungkook seems to have a lot of kinks other than your thighs, and it was determined by your further observations. It’s a lot.

“It makes me want to fuck it in every single way–” He begins pounding into you, securing your hips from his grip as he hauled your leg over his shoulder for deeper penetration. “–And fill you up with my cum to make lots of babies with you.” Proceeding to touch your clitoris, he massages your most sensitive bud.

You catch a breath and moaned out his name. “Aaahhhh-”, To him, it was only you he wants to feel this good, no other. 

The thrusts were harder, deeper, and quicker that sent you over to the galaxies as your moans filled the room, screaming in gratification. This was the greatest gift he had ever given to you besides those prized possessions he pampers you with. It was love–and yes, sex.

“Of course I want to have babies with you, Jungkook.” You admit. A bunny smile unfolds from his face, triumph conquering his demeanor. You still remember him bugging you about kids for a long time ever since you got married, yet you cannot guarantee when you will want to have your first one. He respected your decision, nonetheless. But this time, you are certain about it.

Your breasts bounced to the rhythm while your cheeks were tinted rosy pink from pleasure. He moves on to caress it once more, hardly burying your head against the cushion as you writhe from the contact.

“Faster!” You demand and he followed, serving you with a round of heavy thrusts that felt pure ecstasy, eyes rolling back to your skull to this sweet yet libidinous act. His cock fits well around your narrow walls despite how big he was, welcoming it inside its abode and hitting your g-spot several times.

“Yes daddy, right there! Ughh—”

“You’re so gorgeous, y/n. So fucking gorgeous.”

Jungkook groaned when he felt your long nails scratch his back, forming reddish lines that sting. He gets a hold of your waist to gyrate, taking his turn to the bottom and clutching your hips as you start riding him endlessly. His eyes were  so intoxicated to see something so wondrous—his wife getting fucked by him, his wife’s beautiful body, his wife specifically.

Screams of pleasure resonated the bedroom, both attempting to reach the summit of their desire and you’ve come to witness something coil up in your stomach.

“Shit! Aaaahh-” Jungkook slaps your ass, earning a whimper from you and with him repeating it as they formed hand marks on your buttcheeks.

“Only daddy can fuck you this fucking good, baby.” A conceited grin emerged from his face, adding another mark on your buttcheek. “I fucking love you so much, y/n—and I love fucking you.”

Impotent to hear his crude words, you speculated on how he managed to last this long in bed when some men are already on the verge of it. How exciting.

Your breasts make a great view in front of him as he fondled it, feeling ecstatic on how undeniably perfect they were.

“I can’t believe this is all mine.”

His length went to the chasm part of your pussy, coating it more of your wetness from the continuous intercourse that easily makes his dick hit your sensitive spot.

“I’m so close, daddy.” You muttered and were startled once he grabbed your neck quickly, lightly constricting the air passage in which you struggled. As tormenting as it had been, it was gratifying at some point though, his big hands will choke you until you beg him for more.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and more have glistened on his broad chest. “Me too, baby.” You bend down and took a good look at his face as your tongue licked his lips, capturing them. His hand moved to support your waist and you went on telling him, “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

He beamed through the kiss, loving the fact that his surprise became a wonderful experience and that you had loved it. To the girl who was born today, to the girl who had the privilege to meet him, and to the girl that unbeknownst to her, will be the one marrying Jeon Jungkook. She was lucky, and so is he.

“I love you too, y/n.”

Moaning against his mouth, you felt him release his seed inside of you, stuffing you up of for good. It was sprinkling blissfully during this time as you both reached the climax, joining together in euphoria. It was hot, sticky, and fucking filthy.

You can feel your vagina pulsate along with his cock still inside. Long, warm breaths echoed along with the gradual rising and falling of your chests. Your throbbing sex was exhausted but contented from the activity, juices dripping down your vagina. You both catch your breaths and you collapsed on his chest while his strong arms embraced you for warmth.

Gently lifting yourself, he slowly pulls out and shifted sideways so you were beside him and you face each other. Jungkook smiled, checking you out, now transforming back as your baby Kookie.

He rubs your back in circles. “Did you like your present?” Jungkook notices your blushy cheeks and your still smooth skin bathed in sweat from the after-sex.

“I loved it.”

The two of you spent another hour laughing together as if you weren’t drained from all of the energy hours ago. Naked with only the blankets covering your bodies, you both had come to decide whether or not you’d take a shower but instead preferred to just sleep the night away.

“Make my ultimate dream come true, baby. I would love to see little Jeons running around the house.” With that, he takes your hand and kisses it, intertwining it with his.

“I got you, Kookie.”

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