#anyway thanks for reading i'm kissing you on the forehead

[blackoutcitycomic]

at long last it’s finally here...

LVL34: Wish You Were Here

https://blackoutcity.ca/lvl34.php // https://tapas.io/episode/2771243

thank you for reading!! u__u happy.... four days after Valentine’s Day~ ♡

[nolivingdudeami]

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[zae-heeyyy]

Seraphic

Summary: You are Arthur's angel. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 2,222 Tags: smut, high honor Arthur Warnings: 18+ MDNI

a/n: Whew 😅 I'm a little nervous to post this one. 🫣 Been sitting on it for a while (no pun intended) I've read and reread it a million times, and I'm ready to share. Also, we're pretending like Arthur's tent actually closes. Anyway thanks for reading!

Seraphic: something angelic or celestial in nature, often suggesting purity, beauty, or holiness.

By 1 a.m., the sounds of camp had reduced to the songs of crickets and the crackle of the fire. While everybody else slept, you waited up for Arthur, reading a book under lantern light in his tent. He arrived eventually, keeping his greeting short and joining you on his cot with slouched shoulders, seemingly exhausted. When he took his hat off, the grimace on his face became all the more apparent. His expression and tense body language told you all you needed to know; whatever happened out there wasn't good.

You handed him a match and a cigarette from his nightstand, and he thanked you with a nod. Using the heel of his boot, he struck the match and lit the cigarette, holding it with his thumb and index fingers. Flickering lantern light and the burning ember tip illuminated his bruised knuckles.

"Should I ask?" You traced a gentle finger over the bruises, and he shook his head.

"Best not," he replied, exhaling a ribbon of smoke.

"Well, I'm glad you're still in one piece," you said, looking him over. His shirt had seen cleaner, less wrinkled days, and sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. "Well, mostly in one piece."

He let out a gust of air, a failed attempt at a laugh, before pinching the bridge of his nose and groaning.

"Headache?" you asked, and he confirmed. The discomfort came with the life he lived. Loud gunfire, the rush of adrenaline, and focusing on his shots all combined to leave him in pain afterward. You exited the tent momentarily and returned with a bowl of warm water, a cloth, and a bottle of miracle tonic.

"Here—for your head." He took the medicine and snuffed his cigarette. Rejoining him, you sat on the cot and dabbed his face with the wet cloth, wiping away dirt and sweat. A soft kiss on his temple prompted him to lean into you, the tension finally dissipating. You wrapped your arms around his big frame and held him close. Obviously, he was your safe space, but oh—were you his. Eyes shut, he rested his head on your bosom.

Arthur found comfort in his typical role as protector and provider. But in these moments, when roles faded, he could feel the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders—a crushing weight he didn't even realize he was carrying. Being with you like this made him wonder if heaven was real because you were godsent.

To Arthur's dismay, you unraveled yourself from him to tie the tent flap closed, sealing the two of you away in the dark. Walking between his legs, you untied his neckerchief and dusted his soiled shirt.

"—Needs a wash. Your blood or someone else's?" you questioned, fingers undoing the top button.

"Not mine," he answered. Peeling the shirt off and tossing it aside, you studied him for a second time tonight. He'd seemed more relaxed than when he arrived, but his brow stayed brooding. Still positioned with his legs on either side of you, you caressed his face, one of your thumbs stroking the hairless scar on his chin.

"What else can I do?"

"You done enough; I'm fine." He gave your hand on his face a reassuring squeeze.

Leaning forward, you kissed him tenderly. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you nearer until your foreheads touched. You spoke low against his mouth, a playful grin forming on yours.

"You gotta stop getting yourself into so much trouble, Arthur Morgan."

Your demand was met with a chuckle, and he replied, "I'll do my best, darlin'." You peppered his lips with loving, tender kisses, making him smile against them and squeeze you tighter in a hug. You would do just about anything to see that man smile at you the way he did, all soft and endearing.

Your kisses subsided, but Arthur's affectionate gaze stayed fixed on you. The slight smile on his face had straightened, his expression mirroring the intensity of the one he wore when he first confessed his love for you.

"Got that look on your face," you told him, and he just blinked slowly, awestruck. Though he often swore he was a man of few words, he could fill volumes with his devotion for you. You loved it when he got like that, entranced and overwhelmed with love.

The way he watched you set a fire within you that warmed the most intimate parts of your being. He was surprised when you let yourself fall heavily into him, trying to get as close as possible. Maybe he was going to say something or make a noise, but he didn't have the time before your mouth was on his again, your tongue pushing through his lips to tangle with his. You only pulled away when you needed to breathe.

Instead of pressing your lips to his once more, you dropped to your knees in front of him. Eyes widening, he tried to bring you back up to your feet, shaking his head, once again astounded by you.

"Sweetheart—"

Still on your knees, you patted his cheek and looked up at him with doe eyes. "Shhh, let me take care of you, Arthur." His hand found yours on his face, and he turned to kiss it, nodding placidly. Both of you managed to keep your volume low as you helped him strip down to his union suit. You began working at the buttons of his neckline, doing more ripping than unbuttoning, shoving the fabric down his shoulders.

As more clothing fell away, you trailed sweet kisses down his abdomen. At the same time, his hands roamed wherever they could. The rough pads of his fingers lightly tracing your skin mirrored a faint electric charge. Despite being a brute of an outlaw, he was overly careful with his hands when it came to you; your body was fine china and deserved to be treated as such. Goosebumps formed in a wake left by his touch.

As you kissed down the trail of hair under his belly button, his rapid breathing hitched, and the bulge between his legs strained against the flannel fabric, begging to be unleashed. You tried to find his eyes as you groped him through the underwear, but his head was tipped back, his mouth agape.

"Look at me." You whispered, and he snapped to attention like a soldier following commands. Eyes locked on his, you unclasped the last button, and his length sprung free, the pink head of his cock primed with anticipation. A teasing laugh crept up within you as you trailed soft kisses from the base of his shaft and left one long lingering peck on the tip. The loud, rhythmic thumping of his heart was music to your ears. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you took his entire length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, taking him deeper until your nose touched the curly hairs at the base.

Then he couldn't hold it in anymore; a deep, guttural groan escaped him.

Your mouth was the warmest, most intoxicating blanket he'd ever been wrapped in, and he never wanted to leave. He gaped at you, seeing your mouth full of him, his pupils dilated with pure lust. The blunt tip of his cock pressed to the back of your throat, making it constrict around him. His whole body shuddered.

"Look whatchu' do to me, woman," he rattled, tangling his hands in your hair. Despite his eagerness, you withdrew from his aching sex, a string of saliva joining your lips to him. Something reminiscent of a whine exited him when you stepped away, but his open mouth fell shut at the sight of your bloomers slipping down your legs. You kissed him, savoring the salty, bitter taste of his arousal mixed with the tobacco and herbs of his mouth.

"Lay back," you murmured in his ear. Obeying your command once again, he let out a grunt as he felt your weight on top of him. You straddled him, and he held you up, his fingers digging firmly into your sides. Bending at the waist, you kissed longingly, your hips undulating against his. He pulled your nightgown up around your midriff, one of his hands gripping the flesh of your ass while the other one went between your legs. His index finger sank painstakingly into your weeping cunt, then brushed over your clit, making you shiver. He raised himself on his elbows, reaching for the hem of your sleep dress.

"Take this off; let me see you." You raised your arms and let him yank the garment away, leaving you completely exposed on top of him. "Beautiful," he breathed, using the back of his hand to graze your skin. Breathy sighs escaped you as he traced delicate circles around your nipples. His eyes bored into you, absorbing every detail like you were the most captivating thing that ever lived. Hyperfocused on your body, he fondled your breasts before gliding his hands down your torso, ogling, taking all of you in.

Freezing, his stare intensified as you massaged the tip of his cock up and down your glistening slit. Touching his lips to yours, you pushed him into your wet folds. Neither of you could contain the sounds building with you. He split you open, stretching you, making room for him, filling you. You held yourself up with your hands braced on his chest, but you went weak as he bottomed out within you, brushing against that deep, tender spot. You would've fallen if he wasn't there to hold you up, a thought mirroring one he had about you so often.

"I got you," he whispered into your ear. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to snap his hips up into you, the warm embrace of your center clearing his mind and driving him mad all the same. Finally, you started to ride, surging and sinking into him. He was a simple, agnostic man, but being with you like this made him believe in all the theocracy of angels, soulmates, and divine intervention. This was his bliss. This was his heaven, and you were his seraph. He'd go through hell every day if it meant coming home to this—to you. Hypnotized in the rhythm of you, a new thought crossed his mind every time you bounced.

Up.

She's so goddamn beautiful.

Down.

So perfect.

Up.

My girl.

Down.

My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl.

Up.

My angel.

Down.

I love her so much.

Up.

So wet.

Down

So warm.

Up.

So danm tight.

Down.

Shit.

And before you could come back up again, he squeezed his eyes shut, halting your hips with all the strength he could muster, fighting the damn-near irresistible urge to cum inside of you. Sweat had built up on his brow, and his stomach rose and fell quickly with each panting breath. You folded to kiss him, your hard nipples grazing against his chest.

"It's okay," you whispered, patting his face and grinding antagonizingly slow against him. You wanted him—needed him— to come undone for you. With that goal in mind, you picked up the pace and rolled your hips relentlessly, moaning your every thought into his ear.

"You feel so good inside of me."

"I need you."

"I love you."

Your climax was building fast, and you reached to give relief to that sensitive bundle of nerves atop your center. Arthur pushed your hand away swiftly, replacing it with his own. Always a giver, he'd do anything to feel useful while you were treating him like royalty.

While one hand worked your clit, his other gripped the meat of your hip, rocking you in time with his upward thrusts. His head tipped and hit the pillow, and you could feel his thighs tensing and shaking beneath you. Lips parted, he stared up at you. You felt him twitch inside you, and his brow finally relaxed.

That did it for you.

You were wordless as your orgasm ripped through you, your head swirling, and your veins on fire. Arthur's guiding hand on your hip didn't stop, and he fucked you through your climax. Hugging your body close and nuzzling his face into your neck, he growled as he painted your inner core with his own release. You stayed like that, glued to each other as you came down from your highs.

"You're too good for me," he finally said. You clasped a hand into his, kissing the long-forgotten bruises on his knuckles.

"Shut up." You responded, and he didn't say another self-deprecating word. It was the least he could do.

You cleaned up and redressed, nestling into the small, one-man cot. Finally settled for the night, you resorted to your regular bedtime positions: your head on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you, your legs tangled in one another's.

He rose before you in the morning, perching himself on the cot's edge while you slept behind him. He wrote in his journal, his thumb leaving a smudge on the page:

"For a long time, I believed I could not live a bad life and expect good things to happen to me. Yet somehow, this woman of pure goodness entered my life, and it is clear now that I have been a fool."

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ENTJ

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Capricorn Sun, Virgo Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Your main concern, out of this situation, was how Vermithor would react to not only the colder weather but having to stay there.

・It is known that dragons do not like to travel far (without a rider) and love heat. So how would he stay with you?

・Your second concern was being away from your family... you had never been apart from them. Ever since being born, you were close to your siblings - but your mother cherished you in a different way...

・As her only girl, she hated having to send you away. But she knew House Stark would keep you safe. And you had Vermithor... Surely you would be okay?

・The first time you met Cregan was when you were both infants. Viserys had thrown you the largest nameday and the Lord of Winterfell came, along with his son.

・Being a few years older than you, Cregan can recount the memory. Especially the time you had grabbed his nose so tight that he thought you were going to tear it right off.

・The second time was only a few weeks ago, when you had flown with Daemon after Luke's funeral. (Rhaenyra wanted to go herself, but Daemon had become a father figure when Harwin died and she remarried.)

・You were used to Daemon. House Stark was not.

・And it was the Stark's maester who had interrupted a few times to keep both Cregan and Daemon in check.

・But Daemon was only testing the Stark - he wanted to know you would be protected.

・When the day came to leave, everyone came to see you off.

・Your brothers were teary-eyed, especially Joffrey who had clutched onto Jace. Your eyes matched his own - full of tears, puffy and red. You had been crying all night.

"I'm going to miss you all so much," you said to your brothers who had hugged you tightly. The white haired ones didn't understand what was going on, but they babbled to you anyway.

・Jace put on a brave face; he knew Cregan would keep you safe.

"I wish I could stay," you mumbled into Jace's chest, but he just kissed the top of your head and held your cheek.

"You are doing more than you know," damn him for being so wise, you had thought.

・You hugged Baela and Rhaena, all three of you had become so close that it physically hurt to know you wouldn't see them everyday.

"We'll see each other again," Rhaena cooed, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"And when we do, you have to tell us all about marriage..." Baela said, a twinkle in her eye.

You bumped her shoulder, "Baela! Of course you know I will!" All three of you laughed and hugged once more.

・Your mother was the last to give you farewell.

・She leaned her forehead against your own, tears spilling down her cheeks. Rhaenyra was full of inner-conflict. A large part of her didn't want to send you away to get married. But that's what royals had to do - especially in times of war. She wanted you safe; but wasn't safe with her?

・No. Rhaenyra had decided that being at home, at Dragonstone wasn't safe for you.

・But she knew Vermithor would stay with you - you were his first rider since Jahaerys, and that bond would protect you like no other.

・However, Vermithor's brute personality made this change in scenary difficult.

・It wasn't the first time in his life that he'd been to Winterfell. But having to relocate there was a challenge.

・Until Cregan had shown you the new cave/dragon pit they had made for him. It was incredibly warm, and large enough for him to stalk off into.

・Saying thank you to Cregan didn't feel enough. So you kissed him on the cheek and ran after Vermithor to see it for yourself

・The first time Vermithor and Cregan met, it nearly had you in stitches.

・Cregan didn't think it was funny for a long time. But after a few weeks, whenever you told the story - he let a smile appear on his face

・You had settled into Winterfell easier than you thought you would. You asked Cregan why that was - how Winterfell was just as warm of a castle as any other.

"Centuries ago, Bran the Builder had built Winterfell around an ancient godswood and over natural hot springs. The water is piped through walls and chambers to heat them. This is why Winterfell is far superior than any castle," he winked as he said it and you snorted in response, for it would be an insult to any other royal.

・But Cregan did have a great point - the system that Bran used when making Winterfell made it far more comfortable than other castles during the harsh northern winters.

・Every room had a fireplace that was kept lit all day, everyday. It was absolutely brilliant!

・One of your favourite places to go is the Godswood; the Weirwood tree seemed to hum; or so you thought.

・If Cregan cannot find you, he knows that's the one place in the castle to look first.

・Your relationship with Cregan became infinitely easier when you let your walls down.

・Opening up bit by bit, made him realise just how much you worry.

・And in turn, he too would tell you things no other were to hear.

・It strengthened your marriage.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Strong Feelings (Thinking It's Hate - WRONG It's Love)

The Gomez & Morticia Adams (absolutely obsessed with his wife)

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Bickering and Banter

Mutual Growth and Empowerment

Soulmates/Bonded Pair

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wolves by Bruno Coulais

The Lone Wolf by Sagason

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by Erutan

[notpixl]

MASSIVE THANK YOUUUUUU TO EVERYONE THAT READ MY GOOFY AHH DRABBLES 🥹

Anyway back with more Feixiao-

Drunk Feixiao HCs

GN!Reader as per usual. Just enjoy taking care of your Drunk Foxian GF😗

This was actually going to be a drabble taking place after the animated short... but I don't want to sit there trying to write a conversation 🫠

Unless people here actually want that then feel free to yell at me for it 🥲

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> Laying on the floorboards with a foxian is one thing to worry about. But if it's Feixiao and she's drunk? That's three things to worry about.

> She's not going to let go of you anytime soon! You remind her of her... beloved! Your scent, your figure, your... charming looks... it's all too familiar...

> Miraculously, you managed to get out of her grasp! Congrats! Now you'll have a whining drunk foxian, begging to just hug you for a second!

> Will flirt with you with no filter. The most down bad she's even been for you. Expect cheesy pick-up lines that make you wanna pinch her cheeks and record it for blackmail (in a playful way of course!)

> She'll bawl her eyes out if you say that you're taken. Who'd dare to take you away, even?!

> Sometimes she'll stay silent, looking at your lips as you raise your brow at the sudden change in her behavior. Slowly, she walks towards you, tightly grabbing your shoulder before-

*Hiccup!*

Fainting on the couch.

> She does look adorable when you carry her Bridal Style to the bedroom, though.

> Don't even bother to switch out her clothes. You know what happened last time.

> You might have to cover up your neck and shoulders when you sleep... though I doubt that'll stop Feixiao from giving you numerous hickeys... or do something even more vulgar instead...

> When she does wake up in the morning... she'll nervously laugh at the scratches and bite marks all over you... but will make it up by kissing your forehead and snuggling back into your embrace. Who cares about today's meeting anyway?

> You'll pinch her ear when you see that she's five hours late for the meeting.

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(I'll probably come back with more since I'm in the middle of 2.4. Anyhoot, I hope you enjoyed the drabble 🙃)

[inkdrinkerworld]

hi babe! i recently had surgery and am in desperate need of comfort, would it be okay if i asked for a comfort fic with matt murdock or any of the criminal minds men with similar circumstances?

thank you so much even if this is not possible, have a beautiful day/night

- salem 🤍

i went for spencer for this one, i hope your surgery went well babe <3

"Slow down," Spencer says worriedly, hands reaching out to help you stand up from couch.

"Spence, I'm not broken." you slow your movements anyway, placing your hands in Spencer's as you stand straight.

"No, but you're fragile right now. Your body needs rest to heal."

You nod, "Can my body heal in the sun? It's a pretty day out."

Spencer smiles, kissing your forehead. "Will you let me carry you?"

"It's ten steps."

"Yeah but there's a drop." you relent, letting Spencer lift you carefully into his arms. You still smell like the hospital, clean and surgical and you think that's to do with the constant round of medication- maybe even Spencer's insistence on sanitizing his hands before he cleans up your stitches.

"Thanks Spence," on the patio, there's a couple bowls of fruit. From what you can see, there's apples, berries and nuts. You look at Spencer a question on your face.

"They help with cell regeneration, which could help with healing the stitches quicker."

You smile, big and bright. Spencer nuzzles his nose into your jaw. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Spence pulls away from your jaw, brown eyes wide with adoration. "I'll always take care of you." he gives you a tender kiss. "Do you want me to read you something? You can lay in my lap." you wiggle on the swing, laying your head on Spencer's lap in lieu of an answer.

He grabs the bowls and hands one to you, keeps one for himself and pulls his book from beneath the swing. "Alright where were we?" Spencer thumbs through the book, smiling when he finds the spot. "I'm fine, Mallory said. Back in New York."

You close your eyes as you eat and Spencer reads, not at all minding the sun on your face or on the stitches on your leg.

[auggieblogs]

At least I'm getting kisses | LN4

Lando Norris x Reader Author's note: Hiii, everyone. I hope you all are having a good day/night. This one-shot is inspired by this request. I was giggling the entire time I was writing this, I really hope I did justice to the anon (I'm sorry, I know it's not very long😭). Also, I do believe Lando is the type of boyfriend who would sit on your lap thank you very much. Anyway, hope you all like this. Happy reading:)

P.S.- The gif is not actually related to the fic, I just find it very very cute so yeah!!!

―୨୧⋆ ˚masterlist

The soft hum of the grocery bags being set on the kitchen counter signalled Lando's return from the store. You seized the opportunity, carefully arranging yourself on the couch, your glasses still perched on your nose, and a book loosely held in your hands. You snuggled into the cushions, ready for the TikTok prank you were about to pull on your unsuspecting boyfriend.

As Lando entered the living room, his eyes fell upon you, and a warm smile played on his lips. He tiptoed closer, convinced that you had dozed off in the midst of reading. He observed you for a moment, noting the way your eyelashes delicately brushed against your cheeks, the way your fingers cradled the book. His heart swelled with affection as he silently went about making you more comfortable.

With a tender touch, he gathered your favourite blanket and arranged a couple of plush pillows under your head. From a nearby drawer, he retrieved a pair of warm socks, sliding them onto your feet with meticulous care.

Gently, he reached for your glasses, careful not to disturb your supposed sleep. As the frames left your face, Lando couldn't resist pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. The warmth of his lips lingered as he covered you with the blanket.

Little did he know, your phone was capturing every heartfelt gesture, every sweet caress. Just as he pressed that loving kiss, your eyes fluttered open, revealing a wide smile that caught Lando off guard.

You tugged him down onto the couch beside you, and he settled on your lap, eyebrows raised in surprise but a warm grin on his face.

"I thought you were asleep, love," he remarked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You couldn't contain your laughter, "You're so sweet, Lan. I love you so much."

With a puzzled expression, he asked, "What's going on, then?"

You explained the TikTok prank, and Lando's eyes widened in realization. "Ah, caught me all lovey-dovey, huh?" he teased, his fingers gently pushing your hair out of the way.

Your laughter filled the room as you replied, "Caught you being the sweetest boyfriend ever." Followed a series of gentle kisses, peppering his face with affection.

"At least I'm getting kisses," he laughed, his arms wrapping around you. "And I love you more."

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[pedroscurls]

in every lifetime (pt. 5)

summary: you invite logan back up to your apartment to dry off and he ends up spending the night... the beginning of something new for the both of you. pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader tags / warnings: post deadpool & wolverine ("worst" logan!variant), smut (18+, mdni) - missionary, unprotected p in v, no use of y/n, logan finally gets a happy ending that he deserves. word count: 3.3k a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay... part of me didn't want to write it because it means that this story is complete, but thank you thank you thank you to everyone who's read this story, who's left comments, and liked it! this story holds a special place to my heart and the first ever logan fic i've ever written so it means a lot. i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i did writing it. also - i know the song is so 90s, but i just kept imagining the reader and logan having a very sensual night while this song is playing... anyway, enjoy the last and final part! 💛💙 song: i knew i loved you by savage garden prev. part

Finally. 

Logan practically melts into you, arms snaking around your frame so gently. Your grip around him tightens and he can feel your tears trickle down your cheeks, meeting your joined lips. It’s a gentle kiss, soft and slow, and there’s an unspoken fear; you’re both afraid that this is just a fleeting moment, that one of you is going to pull away and realize that this isn’t what you want after all. That the fear and pain of losing each other in your own universes are just too much to bear. 

But when you both do decide to pull away, rain pattering down on the both of you, the look on each other’s face is one of relief. 

“Hey bub,” Logan whispers, lips gently brushing against yours. 

You stare up at him, the look of complete vulnerability in his expression. He’s no longer hiding from you– the walls that he surrounded himself long gone as he stares at you. This Logan won’t ever be the same as the one you lost, but the one standing in front of you gives you hope for a future that you only ever dreamed of having with him. You’re sure that in every universe out there, your love for Logan is just as strong as the one in this universe. 

“Spend the night?” you ask quietly, hesitantly. 

“Are you– Are you sure?” Logan knows what you’re implying and despite the subtle excitement that flickers in his eyes, he knows that he doesn’t want to push this… doesn’t want to push you. 

And just like in his universe, you catch on to his hesitation. Can see the look of uncertainty in his eyes. You can see him thinking. Gently, you bring a hand up to his cheek, brushing the pad of your thumb across it before you lift it further to stroke his wet hair back and away from his face. 

“I’m sure.”

“But Laura–”

“Not home tonight.” 

Logan lets out a shaky breath. He’s been alive for almost two hundred years and here you are, making him nervous. “Okay, bub. I’ll spend the night.” 

You catch him by surprise by leaning up to press your lips against his that he almost stumbles back, but his arms tighten around you further and he leans back in and purses his lips against yours. Slowly, you move your lips with his and Logan can feel the excitement begin to build in the pit of his stomach. 

“We should head inside,” he mumbles into the kiss, pulling away briefly to rest his forehead against yours. “I don’t want you getting sick. We’ve been standing in the cold rain…”

You nod and then release your hold on him to bring him back inside your apartment. Once inside, you shut the door and lock it behind you. Standing in the hallway, you’re both dripping wet and you walk towards your thermostat to turn up the heat. 

“I’ve got some old clothes of Logan’s if you don’t mind,” you say quietly, biting your lower lip. “Is that weird?” 

Logan shakes his head. He walks over to you, the sound of his wet boots making quiet squeaky sounds against your hardwood floors. “I don’t mind, but…” he begins. “Will you?” 

You shrug your shoulders. You don’t know how you’d react to seeing your Logan’s clothes on some other version of him. “Only one way to find out, right?”

“I just…” Logan sighs. “I want you to be comfortable and I don’t mind taking this slow, baby.”

Baby. 

You shut your eyes and wrap your arms around him, face burying into his chest. You let out a shaky breath and feel his arms wrap around you, enveloping you in his warm embrace. Logan had always been your personal heater, his body always running hot, and this version is no different. 

Logan places a soft kiss on the crown of your head and slowly pulls away to look down at you. “We should really get you out of these wet clothes.” 

“We both should get out of these wet clothes. Come on.” You lead him further down the hallway and into your bedroom, leaving a wet trail on your floors. Once inside, Logan bends down to remove his boots and socks, setting it near the door as he catches you lifting the end of your crewneck over your head. He sees a sliver of your skin and immediately peels his gaze away from you, turning around to face the wall. 

“Logan, what are you doing?” you let out a quiet giggle and it takes everything in him not to just turn around. The sound of your laughter had always made him feel so happy, especially when he was the one making you laugh. “You can turn around. It’s okay.” 

Clearing his throat, he turns around and looks at you. You’re now standing in just a towel, a pool of your wet clothes around your ankles. But the sight of your smile makes his heart skip a beat. The way it meets your eyes, a flicker of contentment in your features… and it’s all because of him. 

“I’m going to rinse off,” you tell him. “I’ll go and use Laura’s bathroom down the hall. You can use mine.” You walk towards your closet and grab a few change of clothes, in addition to an extra towel. You bite your lower lip, keeping one hand to hold the towel up against your body. You hand him the clothes and towel, leaning up to gently peck his lips. “Then I’ll grab our wet clothes and put it in the washer.” 

As you’re walking away and out of your bedroom, Logan gently reaches out for your free hand. He turns you around and pulls you against him, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He growls against you– the fact that you’re only using a towel to cover yourself causes an excitement to rush over him. 

Logan feels your lips move against his, urging him to continue the kiss. He releases his hold on your hand and instead moves his hand to your lower back. For a brief moment, you move your own hands to his wet hair, having long forgotten the towel that you’re holding up as it slips. 

“Bub,” Logan whispers, slowly pulling away as he feels you gently bite down on his lower lip. He growls at that and then glances down to see just enough of your bare front before you wrap the towel back around yourself. He clears his throat and feels his length stir beneath his jeans – it’s uncomfortable and tight, especially since he’s completely soaked from the rain. 

“I’m going,” you reply quietly. “I’m going.” You turn around and walk out of your bedroom, glancing over your shoulder to catch his gaze and you smile. “You should get going too, baby.”

Baby. 

Logan grins at that and nods, turning on his heel and walking to your bathroom.

—

By the time you're showering, you’re dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized white t-shirt that reach your mid-thighs. You’re in the laundry room, putting yours and Logan’s clothes in the washer when you feel his strong arms wrap around you from behind. 

You shut your eyes and lean back against his chest, hands coming down to rest over his. You tilt your head upwards and feel his lips brush against the side of your neck, the feel of his facial hair tickling you. You let out a quiet giggle and Logan smiles against you, holding you firmly against him. The tension in the air thickens and you open your eyes to press the start button on the washer. Once the machine starts, Logan turns you around and stares deeply into your eyes. 

Your gaze lowers to see what he’s wearing, biting your lower lip. He’s wearing only a pair of boxers and he’s shirtless. Of fucking course. Your eyes deviate even further as you gently reach out to touch the muscles at his abdomen and move them up his strong chest and to his shoulders. 

“Hi,” he whispers. 

“Hi,” you answer, feeling the heat in your cheeks rise as you obviously ogle him. 

“Do you– Are you–” you clear your throat. “Sorry. Are you thirsty? Do you want water?” 

Logan shakes his head. “Just want you, bub.” 

You nod and then take his hand, leading him back to your bedroom. You’ve already cleaned up the wet mess you both left and your entire apartment is warm enough that you’ve already turned the heater off, but the tension makes you feel hotter than normal. Logan’s touch sends an electrifying shock through your body and once inside, you’re about to push on his chest to have him sit on the bed but he catches you by surprise when he scoops you into his arms and gently lays you down on your bed. 

He climbs in after you and gets underneath the sheets with you, instantly pulling you into his arms. Logan can feel the tension in the air, can practically smell your arousal, but he makes no comment. He wants you to set the pace, wants you to decide what you want, wants you to choose what to do next. 

You turn on your side and rest your head on his shoulder, moving a hand to rest on his bare chest. “Logan, I–” you stop yourself, biting your lower lip. 

He turns to look down at you, hand cupping your cheek. He had always been so gentle with you. Those same hands had caused so much pain, so much hurt, but with you… Logan’s always been a different man. You had awoken something inside of him that he never knew existed and when he lost you in his universe, that part of him died with you. 

But getting the chance to be with you again, even if it’s a different version of you, makes him hopeful for the future. Makes him hopeful that he can finally be happy. With you. Always with you. 

“I’m here,” he whispers. “I’m here.” 

You let a small smile line your lips and you turn to lie on your back, bringing him to hover above you. Logan rests his hands at either side of your head, settling himself between your legs as he looks down at you. He can hear the quiet pitter patter of the rain hit your window, the small lamp on your nightstands providing just the right amount of light to illuminate you. Your hair splays against your pillow and you’re looking up at him with the same look you always had. Even in his universe. 

In your eyes, he can do no wrong. 

In your eyes, you see someone more than just the wolverine. 

In your eyes, you see someone worth loving. 

“I promise,” Logan whispers quietly. “I promise I’m going to always keep you safe, no matter what.” 

“I know, Logan,” you say softly. “You have a good heart. Always have.” 

Tears sting his eyes and he leans down to peck your lips, careful not to crush you. “I don’t deserve you…” 

“Yes, you do,” you reply. Your hands move to his arms, fingertips brushing against the chiseled muscles. “Everyone deserves to be happy, to be loved… Even you, Logan. Especially you.”

Logan feels his heart swell at your words, can feel the emotion taking over him as he remembers his dream earlier that night. His world’s version of you had said the same thing and while he isn’t even sure it was ever real, hearing those words come from you makes his heart race.

He doesn’t know what he ever did in his life to ever deserve someone like you because he’s sure that he doesn’t deserve it. 

But you… The way you’re looking at him makes him feel worthy of this happiness, of your love. 

“After everything you’ve been through, why?” Logan asks honestly. “Why do you still have such a positive outlook on life? On this life?” 

You bite your lower lip and move your hands to run through his hair, seeing his eyes flutter shut as he purrs quietly. “It’s not easy,” you admit. “There are days where I can’t wait for it all to end… but Laura still needs me. There are people out there who still need me…” you move one hand to wipe at your eyes, feeling tears begin to fall from your face again. “And because I promised him.”

“You’ve always been the strongest,” Logan whispers, placing a light kiss on your forehead. “The bravest,” another kiss on the tip of your nose. “And the kindest person I’ve ever met,” he finishes, leaning in to press his lips firmly against yours. 

You gasp against his lips and instantly move your lips with his own. The kiss deepens further, ignited by passion and a sudden sense of urgency. One of Logan’s hands remains on the mattress, keeping himself propped up as the other moves down to your side and leg, hooking it around his hip as he presses his lower half firmly against yours. 

You feel his hand move up and down the side of your bare leg, causing shivers to run through your body as you slowly roll your hips upwards to create some friction… Until you feel his hardened length press against your throbbing heat. 

It has been way too long and your panties are already soaked at the realization of what’s about to happen next. Logan pulls away from your lips to press firm kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck, teeth darting out to graze your skin. His low growl against you reverberates through his entire being and he pulls away from you briefly to look down at you. 

You’re breathing heavily, eyes darkened with desire, but you’re still looking at him like he’s the only man that ever mattered. 

“Is this okay?” he asks. “I don’t want to do something you’re going to regret and I’m fine if nothing happens, but I just– I needed to ask before this goes any further.”

You bite your lower lip. “In your universe, were you a gentleman?” you tease. “I just assumed all versions of you liked to be in control and–”

Logan growls again and moves his hand underneath your shirt, finding his way to your bare breast as he runs his thumb across your peaked nipple. “Should have known,” he grins. “Once a smartass, always a smartass.” 

You whimper quietly, letting out a quiet laugh that only excites Logan even further. “You like it.”

“Oh, baby, I always have.” 

Then, he leans down again and presses his lips more firmly against yours. His hand kneads your breast into the pit of his palm and he can hear you whimper against his lips, can feel your body begin to squirm, can smell your arousal even more prominently now. 

“Logan,” you moan quietly, pulling away from the kiss. “Yes, I want this. I want you.” 

It was all Logan needed to grip your shirt in two hands, ripping it open. You gasp loudly, your front now fully exposed for him. He looks down at you and clears his throat as he leans down to wrap his lips around your nipple, flicking his tongue repeatedly against you. 

He feels your hands move down to the waistband of the boxers, urging it down his legs and he pulls back to lean on his knees. He gently takes your hands and kisses your knuckles before he pushes down his boxers past his legs, slowly kicking them off to the side as he looks down at himself. 

Extremely hard. Leaking. Throbbing. 

Logan needs you. 

He sees your eyes gaze down at him and sees the way you bite your lower lip at the sight. Then, you reach down to hook your thumbs into your panties as you begin to lower it down your legs. Logan helps you, pulling them away from you as your arousal now hits his senses at full force. He looks down between your legs, reaching down to run the length of his finger across your sex and sees your wetness glisten across his digit. 

You whimper and lift your hips, yearning for more as you try to reach down to wrap your own hand around his length. Logan stops you and hovers above you, forearm propped near your head as his other hand reaches down to grasp his manhood. He runs the tip across the length of your sex before he slowly slides into you. 

You’ve always been tight, but always felt like you were made for him. Your walls stretch to give way to him as he slowly continues to slide further into your depths. Your hands move to his shoulders, fingertips digging into his skin and he groans at the sensation. He feels your legs tighten around his hips, the heel of your feet digging into his lower back to urge him to push further into you. 

“Logan,” you moan, feeling his free hand cup your cheek as his eyes remain open to stare down at you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, hands now linking at the nape of his neck as Logan’s hands move to either side of you when he fully slides into the hilt. He groans, dipping his head to rest his forehead against yours as he stares into your eyes. 

You let out a loud groan at the feel of his manhood filling you completely as your walls slowly give way to his girth. Slowly, Logan rolls his hips and pulls back enough before he pushes back into you. He leans in and press his lips against yours, his hips continuing its slow and deep strokes as your walls remain tight around his length. 

You whimper against his lips, mouth widening at the sensation of his deep thrusts. You know you won’t be able to last long, the feeling of his manhood sliding along your walls, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust in, and the hair at his base brushing against your clit all bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

Logan lowers himself enough so that his chest rests against yours as his arms wrap around your waist. He slowly picks up the pace, his skin beginning to slap against yours as it echoes off the walls of your bedroom and mixes in with the sounds of your moans and the rain from outside. 

When he feels your body begin to tremble, your walls begin to tighten even further around him, Logan quickens his thrusts. You’re both panting heavily, foreheads resting against each other, bodies pressed firmly against one another. It’s so passionate, so intense, so long overdue. 

“Logan!” you exclaim, arms tightening around his shoulders as you hold onto him when you reach your high. Logan delivers a few more thrusts before he releases inside of you, growling lowly against you. Usually, Logan likes to make sure you come at least two or three times before he comes, but he couldn’t help himself. 

He needed you. 

Just as badly as you needed him. 

—

Afterwards, Logan helps you clean yourself up, using a wet and warm towel to wipe his sticky release from between your legs. He pulls you into his arms after setting the towel aside, feeling you snuggle into his chest. He looks down at you, your eyes falling shut as you drape an arm around him as well. 

He lets out a sigh of relief and brings a hand to gently brush your hair away from your face. He leans down and presses a soft kiss on your forehead, hand lower to rest on your lower back. 

“In every lifetime,” he whispers. 

You open your eyes and smile, looking up at him.

“In every lifetime, Logan.” 

--

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[6okuto]

i was thinking about oikawa and i just KNOW that he LOVES to be babied. that's just him, yk? like that's totally him and i would love to read about 30 year old professional volleyball player oikawa tooru being babied by his wife

(timeskip, fem!reader) he's just like me fr. i actually wrote something different but there wasn't enough babying so here u go 🥹🙆🏻‍♀️

tooru is one of if not the hardest worker you know, never losing sight of his ambitions and passion. determination lines his veins, and late nights of practice and analysis have seeped into the cartilage between his bones, gluing together what makes tooru oikawa, #17, setter for club athletico san juan.

but it's not oikawa, it's tooru, the boy you met in high school who stumbled down the steps after using a cheesy pick-up line on you and whines when you try to leave his arms for the washroom, who's your husband.

"long day?"

tooru groans and buries himself deeper into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped snug around your middle. he didn't really need to answer—the lit street lights and dim sky outside were answer enough.

holding back a laugh, you comb your fingers through his hair, the familiar scent of jasmine and vanilla dancing its way to you. "proud of you, baby."

your husband's voice is quiet, "thank you."

"you want me to run a bath for you?"

"...maybe later?"

"m'kay. you wanna stay here for a while?"

"yeah." his fingers trace hearts across your back, and when he pouts, you feel it against your skin. "i'm so tired."

pouting too in response, you press a kiss to his head and rub his back. "i know, baby, at least you're home now."

"but then i have to leave you tomorrow."

"and then you come back to me again tomorrow."

"but then i leave again—oh my god, what kind of sick world do we live in?" he whines, letting out a noise that could be described as a choked sob.

and this time, you let yourself laugh. "aw, my poor tooru,"—you cradle his head against you —"the horrors of a job have caught you."

"what if we worked somewhere together?" he lifts his head to look at you.

you raise a brow. "i love you, you're the light of my life, but you are not getting me on that court."

he gapes. "betrayal from my own wife?"

"okay, then come to my job."

"...well—"

"betrayal from my own husband?" you gasp and tooru pouts again—though at this point you're not sure if the original pout ever left to begin with.

it's still just as endearing, and your expression softens. "you'll be fine, 'ru. i'll baby you as much as you want every time you come home."

his pout pulls even more at his lips, and you mirror it. bringing your hands up, you hold his face and squish his cheeks with your words— "i, tooru oikawa, love my wife and my job, and i'm a strong, independent guy who can do anything."

"d'you rilly hafta hol' m'face?"

"it's for the effect and affirmations," you tease, before your amusement softens to something else. "how long are you out tomorrow?"

tooru's jaw drops as much as it can with you holding him in place. "why would you—9 hours!"

and before the dread of leaving you can fully take hold, you kiss his forehead. the apple of his left cheek, the right, then his eyes, his nose, both sides of his jaw, his lips—all with a resounding mwah!

tooru's arms cling tighter, and he leans into each kiss, always chasing your affection though he doesn't have to. you smile at the flush dappled across his face. "see? a kiss for each hour."

he opens his mouth to answer, but then the pout comes back. "each half hour at least. each 15 minutes—"

"tooru." you snort. "what is that, like, 36 kisses?"

"okay, a kiss for each minute."

"babe—"

"you know how hard i train, i know you watched my interview."

and you really don't think you'll make it to 100, much less 500 kisses, but you'll try anyway, even if after the first one, tooru says, "one."

you snicker as you place the next four, and he counts them before pointing out, "you know, kissing your husband is way easier than doing rdl's."

"yes, yes, i know, honey." you softly laugh and press another to the spot between his brows. "i'm not complaining."

he counts again—six, seven, eight, nine—and you remember the determination and patience of oikawa was never separate from tooru, especially not when it came to you.

[hotpinkstars]

LAZY MORNINGS - aventurine x reader

- your husband gets a call early in the morning, kicking a start to your day. but instead of him going into work, he stays in your arms.

- hellooo everyone! i'm back and i changed my theme up a little bit. thank you to all of the condolences i received, it made me smile and also made me happy :) but i feel ready enough to write once again, and i've been having aventurine brainrot...... hm... also my bad if this is really ooc i've read most of the penacony story and have payed extra to aventurines parts (i can also write ratio for all you ratio simps who want more food..) but my brain is wired weird so.... i fuck some things up anyways enjoy!!!!!!!!!

- no warnings, wc 528

You wake up, and immediately check the clock on the side of your nightstand. It reads 5:30 am.

You rub your eyes, scanning the room before your eyes land on your husband, Aventurine, who's got one hand in his hair and the other holding his phone up to his ear.

He was a beautiful sight; his eyes half open, hair messy, and pajamas in a bundle with one button keeping it on his torso. You lay a hand on the naked part of his chest, letting him know you were awake. He looks down at you, shooting you a soft smile before speaking into his phone.

“...Alright, I understand,” He said, his tone laced with irritation and sleepiness. “Lets schedule the interview for today.”

You sighed, replacing your hand with your head, trying to go back to sleep. You pull the silk sheets over your ear, everything below your eyes covered by the warm covers. Aventurine wraps an arm around your body, hanging up on the man who called to inform him of what you assumed was something important, and put his phone down next to him.

“Sorry if I woke you, sweetheart,” He sighs, wrapping his other arm around your torso. You nuzzle into him, eyes closed. You mumble something incoherent, and he chuckles. “Someones tired this morning.”

You nod, and he kisses the top of your head. “Do you have to leave early this morning?”

“Nope, not today. They wanted me to, but I'll just say I didn’t feel well enough to get out of bed. I don’t miss work too often, so they won't bat too much of an eye, hopefully."

You giggle a bit, snuggling even deeper into his chest, his heartbeat audible. It comforted you, it always does, and you could’ve fallen asleep right away if it weren’t for his voice keeping you conscious.

“I wish I could bring you to work with me, but unfortunately I can’t. I have to work with Ratio again today,” he groans, putting a hand up to his forehead. “I’d rather spare you of the nuisance he is.”

You laugh once more. “I bet he’s not that bad. You just make him sound like a geek, that’s all.”

“He’s much more than that. Much more insufferable.”

“I doubt it.”

You both laugh before simply holding each other. It seemed like it was only the two of you on this planet; the sounds of birds chirping brought a harmonious feeling, and it was as if none of your worries were able to break through your bedroom door and haunt you.

You tried to stay awake with your husband, considering he was probably up for the day due to the ever so rude interruption at such an early time in the morning. He was used to waking at this time, so he would’ve likely been up soon anyway. You, on the other hand, usually wake up when he’s long gone for the day, so it’s just natural to want to sleep a little longer.

“Fall back asleep, babe,” he pressed a tiny peck to the top of your head, burying his nose in your soft locks. “I’ll be here when you wake back up.”

[orionremastered]

Requested via DMs

Masterlist

Helping Hand

Dick Grayson [DCD]

When they say 'opposites attract', the two of you are the prime example.

Dick is in the center of the room, doing flips and handstands and whatever else the agile swan can accomplish while you stand in the corner, afraid to bump into anything and everything and therefore give yourself another bruise.

"It's okay," Dick always tells you. But you've endured bullying for it in school and that's not okay, which was what he always told you too.

Slowly but surely, he teaches you a simple stretch routine. It's something you were never really able to do, especially not a three minute one, but he's a good teacher.

"See? Told you that you could do it."

Hmm. So he did.

Jason Todd [Dyslexia]

It's late and for once Jason doesn't have patrol. So you both do what you normally do on this rare occasion make out with you sitting on the kitchen counter which is him reading a book to you while you lay on top of him, slowly drifting off to sleep.

His lips murmur against your forehead as he slowly moves his head to kiss you there gently.

"You tired, baby?"

"No," you tell him with an unconvincing yawn. "One more chapter?"

He smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead. He knows you'll be asleep when the chapter's finished, but he keeps reading anyway.

Tim Drake [ADHD]

Breakfast at 10am because you managed to get Tim to sleep is always the best kind of breakfast.

"You have a doctor's appointment in an hour."

Breakfasts where Tim has to remind you that you have an appointment today is always the worst kind of breakfast.

You rush to clean your teeth and get changed, putting on your shoes before heading out the door.

"You forgot your keys," he calls from the dining table.

"Right, yes, thanks," you run back inside and snatch the keys about to step out the door before he adds,

"You forgot your phone too."

Shit.

Damian Wayne [Dyscalculia]

"This is hopeless," you sigh.

Damian rolls his eyes, handing you a pencil. "You can do it. I know it's hard, but you can."

"Easy for you to say. You're like, an evil warlord master mind and king of the world or something."

You have a point and you both know it. Damian's eyebrow raises. "I'm evil?"

"You're not doing my math homework for me."

"Because I can't help you in the exam." And yet, you feel like he could find a way if he really wanted to.

The two of you have been at it for what feels like hours, trying to help you understand math concepts that everyone else in your year already understands. But Damian apparently thinks you can somehow figure it out.

"Come on," Damian says. "Ten more minutes and then we can take a break."

Apparently you can't make text yellow anymore so Tim's fucken orange ig 🤷‍♀️

[03jyh23]

🫀⌇enamored┆choi jongho (smut version)

│fluff version here

virgin!jongho x experienced!reader

│synopsis: tender touches, loving gazes, and whispered words of love; what more could jongho want from his first time?

│genre: smut, fluff

│trigger warnings: explicit sexual content, first time, jongho is shy, established relationship, the reader refers to jongho as baby/baby bear, intimate and graphic descriptions, consent and vulnerability themes, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, blow job, aftercare, mature language, reader guides jongho a lot

│words: 5 k

│reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

│the requested prompt is bold

!minors do not interact!

— hi there! so yeah, um... my first actual smut on here🤠 i know i included smut in 2 soon and touch but like... enamored is just smut with little plot. anyways enjoy! 🤠

love, mon ♡

You straddled your boyfriend's lap, locked in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced, vying for dominance as your hands clung to his neck. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer. The intensity left you both breathless, desperate for more contact. Though you hadn't progressed beyond making out since getting together, your chemistry was electric. As Jongho hardened beneath you, an overwhelming desire took hold. You ground against him, eliciting a soft moan that vibrated against your lips. Suddenly, something shifted. Jongho froze, gently but firmly easing you back. His eyes widened, a mix of shock, confusion, and vulnerability clouding his gaze.

"Baby, it's okay," you murmured, your voice a soothing balm of reassurance and affection. Gently cradling his face, your thumbs traced tender circles on his cheeks. "Your body's reaction is completely natural. I'm flattered, actually—it shows you want me as much as I want you. There's no shame in that." Jongho's expression softened, relief and gratitude replacing his initial shock. He exhaled shakily, his grip on your waist loosening. His eyes met yours, brimming with unspoken thanks for your understanding and patience. A small, appreciative smile played at the corners of his lips as he leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, drawing strength from your closeness.

"We don't have to continue if you're not comfortable," Jongho nodded slightly at your statement, his forehead still resting against yours.

"I—I want to do this with you," he admitted, his voice quivering. Jongho's cheeks flushed crimson as he met your gaze, visibly wrestling with his nerves. "It's just that... I'm not exactly nervous about being intimate with you, but..." Jongho paused, inhaling deeply as he grasped for the right words. He lowered his eyes, his blush deepening.

"You've never done this before, have you?" you asked softly, your tone brimming with understanding and empathy. As you gently squeezed his arm, you felt his muscles tense beneath your touch.

"No, I haven't. I'm... I'm a virgin," Jongho finally confessed, his voice barely audible. His vulnerability was tangible, and you could see the blend of embarrassment and apprehension in his eyes. A wave of tenderness washed over you, and you yearned to comfort and reassure him. "And I just... I've never experienced this before. It's a bit overwhelming," he continued, his words laden with sincerity and vulnerability.

You smiled softly, "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that," you said, your voice soothing. "We'll take things at your pace, doing only what you're comfortable with. I'm here for you, baby bear, every step of the way."

Jongho looked up at you, his eyes glistening with mixed emotions. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. He hugged you tightly, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "So... you want to have sex with me too, right?" he asked shyly, seeking reassurance.

"Yes, Jongho, of course, I do," you replied softly, your boyfriend nodded in response, a small, relieved smile playing on his lips.

"I just... I wasn't sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You smiled at him, gently running your fingers through his hair. "My baby, what do you mean you weren't sure? Is there another girl sitting on your lap right now? Am I hallucinating?" you teased, your voice laced with playful affection.

He chuckled softly, the tension in his expression easing as he leaned into your touch. "No, there's no one else," he murmured, "It's just you. It's always been you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, the sincerity in his eyes drawing you even closer. "Good," you replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Because I can't imagine wanting anyone but you."

"I just needed to hear it out loud. I needed to know that you feel the same way I do," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. Jongho's cheeks flushed a deeper shade as he glanced away momentarily, his grip on you loosening slightly. "It's just that... it's so obvious when I want you," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "And when I got hard, I felt exposed and shy."

"I understand," you said, your voice filled with empathy. "But trust me, I want you just as much. Do you... do you want to feel how much I want you?" You bit your lip, your voice barely above a whisper. Gently but firmly, you took his hand and placed it on your bare thigh. Slowly, you guided his hand upward, your skin tingling with anticipation. His touch, initially hesitant, grew more confident as his fingers trailed higher. Every inch of your skin craved his touch. "Is this okay?" you asked breathlessly, "I need to know if you're comfortable with this."

Jongho's eyes softened, and he offered a reassuring smile. "Yes, it's alright. I want to feel you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want this. I want to make you feel good." His fingers continued their exploration, each touch sending shivers down your spine. His breath grew heavier as his hand ventured further, brushing against the edge of your underwear. He paused, seeking permission in your eyes. You gave a small, reassuring nod, your own desire mirrored in his gaze. Gently, he lifted you, slipped off your underwear, and settled you back on his lap. You felt exposed, now wearing only one of Jongho's t-shirts while he remained fully clothed. The contrast between your bare skin and his clothes heightened your senses. He massaged your thigh gently, his hand moving to where you needed him most. His touch sent a shiver through you, each movement tender and caring. As he reached your most sensitive spot, your breath hitched, and you couldn't suppress a soft moan. Jongho gently parted your wet folds, his touch eliciting a quiet whimper. His fingers moved with such tenderness, their softness a delicious contrast to the growing heat between your thighs.

As you nestled your head in the crook of his neck, your hands resting on his chest, you felt the quick rhythm of his heartbeat. "Do you feel how much I want you now?" you whispered, barely more than a breath, infused with longing.

Jongho's breath hitched as his fingers continued their exploration. "Yes, I can feel it," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "You're so warm," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers began to circle your sensitive bud slowly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The gentle, deliberate movements made you shiver, and soft moans escaped your lips. His free hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer as if he couldn't bear any distance between you. "Do you like it?" he asked softly, his voice a blend of curiosity and tenderness. His eyes searched yours, eager to witness the pleasure he was giving you.

"Yes, baby bear," you breathed, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and appreciation. "It feels incredible." You arched your back slightly, pressing yourself even more into his touch. "I'd like it if you—" A moan broke your sentence as Jongho's finger brushed against your clit. "Fuck," you breathed out. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. His fingers moved with increasing confidence, exploring and teasing. He watched your face intently, drinking in every reaction, every gasp, as if committing them to memory.

"You would like it if I...?" your eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze as you drew a shaky breath. Your hips continued their rhythmic movements against your Jongho's fingers.

"If you..." you started over, your breath catching as another wave of pleasure washed over you. "If you could go a little faster, and maybe... add a finger?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, filled with desire and a hint of shyness.

Jongho's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded, determination in his gaze. "Like this?" he asked softly, increasing the pace of his movements and gently sliding his middle finger inside you.

You gasped at the new sensation, your hips instinctively moving to meet his touch. "Yes," you breathed, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Just like that, baby bear." Jongho watched you intently, his own breathing becoming heavier as he continued his movements. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your pleasure and the rustle of fabric as you moved against each other. Despite his inexperience, Jongho seemed to have an innate understanding of your body, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and more insistent pressure.

"You're so beautiful like this," Jongho complimented, his voice low and filled with awe. His free hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "I love seeing you feeling good because of me."

You leaned in, your lips brushing against Jongho's ear as you whispered breathlessly, "Can... um... can you add another one? I wanna feel you..." Your voice trailed off into a soft moan.

Jongho's breath hitched at your request, "Are you sure?" you nodded, biting your lip in anticipation. With gentle care, Jongho slowly inserted a second finger alongside the first. You gasped at the stretch, your body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the new sensation. "Is this okay?" he asked, his free hand stroking your back soothingly.

"Yes," you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair. "It feels so good, baby bear." You rocked your hips, encouraging him to move. Jongho began to pump his fingers slowly, his thumb circling your clit with each thrust. The pleasure built steadily, your body quivering with each movement of his fingers. You clung to him, burying your face in his neck as soft whimpers escaped your lips. Jongho's free hand caressed your back, the tension coiled tighter within you, a delicious pressure building towards release. "Try angling your fingers upward a bit," you whimpered, your voice filled with both guidance and yearning. Jongho nodded, his eyes fixed on you as he adjusted his touch, seeking out the spot that would bring you the most pleasure. His movements became more assured, more confident, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. "Fu-fuck," you gasped, your voice filled with both surprise and ecstasy. "That feels so good." With your remark, Jongho's fingers continued to move with newfound confidence. With each curl of his fingers, you felt your orgasm getting closer. Your breathing grew ragged, your moans louder as the sensation became almost overwhelming. The combination of his fingers inside you and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was too much to bear, driving you ever closer to your release. "Please, don't stop," you pleaded, your body trembling. You dug your nails into his shoulder, unable to suppress your moans and whimpers. Jongho's movements became more intense, his fingers curling and pressing against that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. The pressure built to an almost unbearable level, your entire body trembling on the edge of release. With a final flick of his thumb against your clit, you tumbled over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out Jongho's name.

Jongho's eyes widened in surprise and awe. "Oh my god, baby, I think you squirted," he breathed, his voice a mix of wonder and excitement. His fingers slowed their movements, gently easing you through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm.

Your face is still in his neck, your body trembling from the intensity of your release. "I... I've never done that before," you whispered, your voice muffled against his skin. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and lingering pleasure washing over you.

Jongho's arms wrapped around you, holding you close. "That was incredible," he murmured with a wide smile, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You're so beautiful when you come undone like that."

You lifted your head, meeting Jongho's gaze with a shy smile. "I ruined your shorts," you whispered, taking in your boyfriend's flushed face.

"It's okay, baby," Jongho smiled softly, adoration in his eyes. "They're just shorts. What matters is how amazing you felt, how beautiful you looked." His fingers traced gentle patterns on your cheekbone, sending a shiver down your spine. "Seeing you like that... it was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced." He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal his promise. "I love you," he whispered against your skin.

Your heart swelled with emotion, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. "I love you too," you murmured, nuzzling closer to him. "Now, kiss me please," you said softly. Without a word, Jongho leaned in, closing the small distance between you. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate, a silent promise of his love. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with newfound confidence, mirroring the intimacy you had just shared. His hands cradled your face, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. The taste of him, the feel of his lips against yours, and the warmth of his body pressed to yours created a perfect harmony that left you breathless. When you finally broke apart, both of you were gasping for air, your foreheads resting against each other. The look in his eyes was one of adoration and unwavering commitment, making your heart swell with love for him.

"I love you," he confessed again, his voice barely audible but filled with emotion.

You smiled, "I love you too," you replied before capturing his lips in another kiss, this one more heated than before. Jongho's erect cock was evident beneath you, sending a thrill through your body. Mindful of his comfort, you tried not to move too much or apply pressure. However, Jongho had other ideas. His hips began to push up against you, his movements slow but deliberate, seeking friction. Each subtle thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through both of you, intensifying the moment. His hands gripped your waist more firmly, guiding you to move in sync with him.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" you whispered, gently nipping his lower lip. Jongho’s breath caught at your words, his eyes darkening with need. The way he gazed at you—as if you were the only person in the world—sent shivers down your spine.

"Yes, please," he breathed, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I want you so much."

Rising from his lap, you took Jongho's hand and led him gently toward the bedroom. With deliberate, affectionate movements, you guided him to the bed. As he lay down, you straddled him, your knees resting on either side of his hips. You began kissing his jaw, trailing soft kisses down to his neck. His hands gently cradled your sides, holding you with a touch that was both tender and possessive. Each kiss you placed on his skin drew a soft sigh from him, his breath catching with every caress. You sensed the tension in his body—the way his muscles tightened and relaxed beneath your touch. You gently tugged at the hem of his shirt, your fingers grazing his skin as you lifted it over his head. Jongho raised his arms, allowing you to remove the garment completely. As you tossed it aside, your eyes roamed over his toned chest, drinking in every detail. His skin felt warm beneath your touch, and you couldn't resist leaning in. Your lips explored the sensitive skin of his collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Jongho's breathing grew heavier, you could feel his heart racing beneath your lips.

"You feel incredible," Jongho breathed, his voice a husky whisper laden with desire and tenderness. You traced your kisses down his body, feeling the tension in his muscles as you moved lower. Jongho squirmed beneath you as your lips hovered over his stomach, his breathing growing more erratic with each passing second. He was desperate for friction, the anticipation driving him wild. As you reached the waistband of his shorts, you paused, looking up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, filled with a longing that mirrored your own. Slowly, you began to tug at his shorts, sliding them down his hips and legs, revealing the bulge in his boxers. Before removing his boxers, you straightened up and looked at him, your eyes searching his for any hesitation. You wanted to be absolutely sure that this was what he wanted, that he was ready to take this step with you. "Are you sure this is what you want? May I continue?" you asked softly, your voice filled with both concern and longing. You needed to hear him say it, needed his reassurance that he was as ready as you were.

Jongho's eyes met yours, his gaze a mix of desire and affection. He nodded, his breath catching. "Yes," he whispered, his voice quivering with anticipation. "I want this. I want you."

"Okay," you replied softly, your voice sincere. "Just tell me if you want to stop at any point, alright?"

"I will," he promised, his eyes locked on yours.

With his consent, you gently slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, slowly sliding them down to reveal his length. The sight of him, fully exposed and ready for you, made your breath catch. His cock was thick and glistening, a sight so enticing it made your mouth water. It stood erect, throbbing with desire, making your heart race. Veins ran along its length, pulsing subtly with each heartbeat. You leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his hip, Jongho's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as your touch sent shivers down his spine. Your lips hovered just above his length, your warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. Jongho's body tensed in anticipation, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly. With a gentle touch, you wrapped your hand around his base, feeling the warmth and weight of him in your palm. Slowly, you lowered your head, your tongue darting out to lick a stripe from base to tip. Jongho's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping his lips. Encouraged by his reaction, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as you took him deeper into your mouth.

"Oh God, fuck," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. His eyes fluttered shut, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps as your mouth continued its slow, deliberate movements along his length. You hollowed your cheeks, creating a delicious suction as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Your tongue traced the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just below the head. Jongho's hands found their way to your hair, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth.

"I want to be inside you, please," he moaned, his eyes searched yours, eager and sincere, seeking permission for this next step.

You nodded as you swirled your tongue around his length before pulling off with a pop, releasing him with a soft, wet sound. Slowly, you positioned yourself over him, feeling the heat of his body against yours. With a gentle movement, you guided him to your entrance, both of you gasping as he slowly entered you.

"Oh my god," you moaned, your voice quivering with ecstasy and relief. Jongho's eyes fluttered shut, a soft groan escaping his lips as he adjusted to the sensation of being inside you. His thick cock filled you perfectly, the stretch sending a delicious mix of pleasure and discomfort through your body. The feeling was overwhelming—each throb of his cock, the fullness—almost too much to bear. His hands gripped your hips firmly, steadying you as you acclimated to his size. Every slight movement sent shivers cascading down your spine, and you couldn't suppress another soft moan, your body yearning for more of him.

"Are you okay?" Jongho asked, his voice laced with concern as he noticed a fleeting look of discomfort cross your face. He was fully inside you now, and noticing your slight discomfort, he looked concerned. His eyebrows furrowed with worry as he carefully watched your reaction.

"I'm fine," you reassured him, your voice breathy, "Just give me a moment to adjust." His expression softened, eyes filling with understanding and love. He held you gently, hands caressing your sides as you took a deep breath, allowing your body to relax.

As your body adjusted to his size, you began to move slowly, establishing a rhythm that left you both breathless.

"You feel fucking incredible," his hands gripped your hips more firmly, guiding you to move in harmony with him. The pace you set was unhurried and intentional.

Jongho asked softly, "May I remove your t-shirt?" You nodded, granting permission. He gently lifted the garment over your head and set it aside. His hands cupped your breasts, his touch tender yet filled with desire. Shivers cascaded down your spine, spurring you to move faster, your need growing uncontrollably. His thumbs grazed your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Your movements grew more urgent, your hips grinding against him in a fervent rhythm.

"Shit, baby, slow down or—" Jongho tried to warn you, but his sentence was cut off by a loud moan. His cock twitched inside you, the intensity of your movements pushing him over the edge. His grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he tried to hold on. The sensation of you moving so desperately around him was overwhelming. He felt the heat building within him, the pressure becoming unbearable. "God, you feel so good," he groaned. Your movements, the way you felt around him—it was driving him wild. Each thrust, each clench of your muscles brought him closer to the brink. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, each twitch sending waves of pleasure through your body. The sensation of him so close to release intensified your own desire. You moved faster, your hips rolling with a desperate need to bring you both to orgasm. Jongho’s eyes focused on your pussy, taking him in so well and pretty. His hand slid between you, finding your clit. The instant he found it, pleasure surged through you, drawing out an involuntary moan. His touch, both tender and determined, matched your rhythm perfectly, edging you closer to a blissful release. The combination of his fingers on your clit and his cock inside you was overwhelming. You felt your orgasm building rapidly, your muscles clenching around him.

Finally, Jongho couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud moan, he came hard, his release filling you completely. The feeling of his hot cum filling you pushed you over the edge as well, your own orgasm crashing over you in intense waves. Your body trembled, your moans mingling with Jongho's as you both rode out the intense climax. As the sensations began to subside, you collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily. Jongho's arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as his heartbeat gradually slowed beneath your ear. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back. Your sweaty bodies were heavy against each other as if the intensity of the moment had fused you together. He kissed the top of your head softly, a gesture filled with affection and sweetness. Then, he giggled, his voice filled with breathless excitement, "That was... fucking incredible."

You smiled, a warm glow of contentment spreading through you. "Yeah, it really was," you whispered, your voice still breathless. Nestling closer to him, you savored the feeling of his arms enveloping you. For a moment, you both lay there in comfortable silence, simply basking in each other's closeness.

"I love you," he murmured softly, his voice laden with sincerity.

You gazed up at him, your eyes locking with his. "I love you too, baby bear," you replied, your voice brimming with emotion. With a gentle smile, you added, "But you can pull out now."

A blush crept up your boyfriend's cheeks as realization dawned. "Oh... right," he mumbled, slightly abashed. With utmost care and tenderness, he gently lifted you off him, his movements cautious to avoid any discomfort. As he pulled out, you felt his warm release trickling down your thigh. He settled back beside you, drawing you into his arms once more. The blush on his face deepened, yet his eyes shone with affection and a hint of shyness. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to let go," he confessed softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "It just felt so perfect being with you like that."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I feel the same way," you whispered against his mouth. "It was perfect."

You gently lifted yourself away from his touch, the warmth of his skin lingering on yours. Jongho looked up at you with a pout, his eyes a mix of confusion and longing. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.

You smiled tenderly at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your lips. "I need to clean myself up," you explained, your voice gentle and reassuring.

"Oh no, don't get up. I'll do it for you. What do you need?" Jongho asked, his voice laced with concern and a hint of insistence.

You shook your head, a gentle smile on your lips. "It's okay, baby," you replied softly. "I can take care of myself, and I want to take care of you too." You leaned in to kiss his cheek again, savoring the warmth of his skin against your lips.

"You've already taken such good care of me," he said, gently grasping your wrists and easing you back onto the bed. His touch was tender as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up. As he rose, he looked down at you with a warm smile, his eyes brimming with affection and gratitude. "So, I guess a wet towel would be nice?" he asked, his voice a blend of concern and gentle insistence.

You nodded, a wave of warmth and love washing over you. "A warm, wet towel would be perfect," you replied softly, your voice filled with appreciation.

As you watched him retrieve the towel, a smile played on your lips. Upon his return, he tenderly cleaned you up, his touch gentle and loving. Each movement conveyed his deep care, and you felt the intensity of his affection in every action. Once finished, Jongho lay back down beside you, drawing you into his arms.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Anything for you love," he murmured as he held you close, his warm embrace enveloping you in a cocoon of safety.

"How do you feel?" you asked softly, your hand gliding soothingly up and down his torso. The warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips grounded you in the moment. You gazed up at him, eyes filled with concern and affection, eager to ensure he felt as content and fulfilled as you did.

"I feel incredible," he replied, his voice a contented murmur. "Being with you like this—it's everything I could ever want." His eyes softened as he gazed at you, his look of love and adoration making your heart swell. "I'm so glad you were my first," he added softly, "I can't imagine sharing this moment with anyone else. I want you to be my first and my last." His eyes met yours, filled with a mixture of love and determination that made your heart soar.

You pressed a tender kiss to his lips, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. "I love you so much," you whispered, your voice quivering with emotion.

Jongho gently cupped your face, his touch both tender and reassuring. "I love you too, more than words can express."

You smiled, a sense of contentment washing over you as you nestled closer to him. At that moment, everything felt perfect, and you couldn't imagine being anywhere but in his arms.

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[glossyblue]

Lovely clingy

Glossyblue: hiiiii, clingy jude🫠💘 kylian's part got many attention , thanks. It gives me energy. Like always feedback is appreciated. Enjoy! 🩷

Summary: jude is your cute clingy boyfriend, also so lovely.

Pairing: jude bellingham × reader

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He was more than just a star athlete for you; jude bellingham was your clingy, annoying, yet absolutely lovable boyfriend. A boyfriend that everyone dreams of having, not because he is famous, rich or even handsome, but because of his good manners and cuteness. He is always by your side and cares about you, but sometimes he is very attached to you, so clingy.

Sunny afternoon, you were sprawled on the couch, engrossed in your favorite novel. The sunlight from the window was on your face and you could feel it. It felt so good. Suddenly, you felt a weight on your legs. You looked up to see Jude, grinning mischievously as he settled comfortably on top of you, effectively ending your peaceful reading session.

'Hey, love. What are you reading?' He tried to peek at the book. 'Jude, get off! I'm trying to read here!' you protested, half-heartedly shoving him away. 'Oh, come on. You've been at it for hours. Don't you think it's time for a break?' he teased, snatching the book from your hands and tossing it aside. Before you could react, he pulled you into a tight hug, snuggling close and nuzzling your neck. You tried to suppress a giggle, failing miserably, as you swatted him playfully. He is always like this! 'Jude, stop it! You're such a pain!' you exclaimed. 'Aww, but you love me anyway, don't you, love?' he said, grinning widely. You nodded your head in agreement and he kissed your forehead.

Despite his annoying antics, you couldn't help but admit he was right. You did love him, even when he was being clingy and mischievous. His constant presence was comforting, his teasing always brought a smile to your face, and his love for you was as clear as day.

Later that day, you both decided to go out for dinner. Jude, still in a playful mood, kept tickling you under the table, making you giggle uncontrollably. He would touch your hand and kiss your head and smell your hair every few minutes. The other diners shot disapproving glances your way, but neither of you cared. You were too caught up in your own little world. 'You're being so clingy tonight.' 'Well, I just can't help it when I'm with you. You're just so amazing.' He said. You laughed 'Oh stop it, you're going to make me blush.' 'I mean it. You're the most beautiful and intelligent woman I've ever met.' He was talking like this all the night. 'But seriously, stop being so clingy now, and let's enjoy our dinner, okay?' He looked at you in a cute way, that make you smile. 'Never, i'll always be your clingy annoying boyfriend.' He kissed your hand and said, 'You're always so serious, love. You need to learn to let loose and have fun,' while continuing his tickling attack. 'Jude, stop! I'm going to spill my drink!' you protested, laughing. 'Nah, you won't. You're too graceful for that,' he said, finally relenting.

Despite his clinginess and annoying habits, you couldn't imagine a day without Jude. His presence, his laughter, his love, they all added color to your life. And even though he could be a pain sometimes, you wouldn't have him any other way. Because, at the end of the day, Jude Bellingham was more than just your clingy, annoying boyfriend. He was your partner, your best friend, and your biggest cheerleader. And that was all that mattered.

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[educatedsimps]

— bonus headcanons, iwaizumi hajime

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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: idea dump based on this iwa request (main fic) so this is basically just everything i wanted to put into the fic but i kinda lost the energy and the bandwidth to write everything up to the standard i wanted so now this exists HAHA hope u like this and tysm for reading! :)

headcanons under the cut!

You remember asking him once, "Hajime, why do you do that?"

And he replied "Do what?" with deadass the most confused look on his face.

"Kiss my wrists and palms all the time," You clarified.

"Oh," He stopped. "Yeah, why do I do that-"

ok so basically, Iwa finds the wrists a very delicate part of the body, and given his experience as a volleyball player, and the nature of his job, he takes extra special care of them.

he remembers his coaches always reminding him and his teammates not to injure their wrists during training, which translates to "YOU BETTER HAVE GOOD FORM WHILE SPIKING, SERVING AND SETTING, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

anyway, i think he started noticing wrists when he was in high school, especially since he was seijoh's ace and had to use his wrists a lot to spike. he probably injured his wrist(s) once and has always listened to his coaches ever since.

now that he's a professional volleyball trainer he makes sure that his athletes don't injure their wrists either.

so i think all of this adds to why he pays extra attention to your wrists especially.

bonus if your job requires you to use or rely on your wrists a lot, eg. musician (like me), athletes, surgeon, author, artist, etc... idk.

YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME THAT HE DOESN'T GIVE THE BEST 👏 FKING 👏 MASSAGES 👏 ON EARTH 👏 and at the end of the massage he'll always kiss your hands and wrists and idk why but it just feels so chivalrous. like ofc it feels intimate when you hold his face in your hands and he plants kisses on your wrists/palms and but sometimes it just feels so chivalrous and gentlemanly ykwim?

OMG WHEN HE PROPOSES TO YOU like after he slides the ring onto your finger AND THEN KISSES YOUR WRIST/HAND AND IT FEELS LIKE YOUR HEART COULD EXPLODE 'cause i know mine would actually explode if he did that.

anyway some instances i thought of adding to the fic (but couldn't cuz i don't have the ability or capacity to write them out well) include:

waking up in the morning together or when you hold his face and kiss his forehead (these two are in the main fic linked above!)

when you're cuddling on the couch after a long day and just watching a show together or napping. if you're laying on him and touch his face he'll 100% kiss your wrists/palms

when he hugs you from behind and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair (like when you're cooking dinner together or something) and he'll pull your hand down to kiss your wrist

when you hug him with your arms around his neck and he catches your wrist before you pull away

when you shower together (SFW, DON'T WORRY) and you're facing each other and he's tilting his head / bending down while you wash his hair or massage his scalp and when you're done washing it he'll give your wrists a gentle kiss before returning the favour

BONUS: when he holds your face in his hands and you decide to give him a taste of his (very sweet) medicine. you’d twist your head to kiss his wrist and then his palm and he'd be BLUSHING because he's usually the one who does that AND HE'S SO CUTE he's like, "hey... you can't do that. i'm supposed to be the one doing that for you." while blushing and smiling and getting a lil shy and everything and HE'S JUST TOO CUTE FOR MY HEART 😭😭💕

a/n: ok that's all for the iwa brainrot ... i'm kidding, the iwa brainrot will never end. THANKS FOR READING THOUGH and thank you anon for sparking my two week long obsession with iwa once again

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[jamil-s-wifey]

If you're taking any scenario request. Maybe could I request funny/silly one where Leona and his S/O are married and live in the Royal Palace. Leona's S/O has gotten lost somehow in their own home and when found their response is "This place is too damn big I'm sorry!"

You have NO idea how much I love these types of fics! Wholesome crackheadedness at its finest✨ We love a spouse with 0 orientation skills. (I'd know, I get lost in supermarkets) This was ONE OF THE FUNNIEST THINGS I've EVER written. I hope you enjoy!

"What the actual fuck."

A turn here. A turn there.

Oh, would you look at that - the exact same vase you passed 5 minutes ago. But was that really the same vase? Or was it its evil twin, trying to further confuse you, only for you to get lost even more and die of starvation, eventually BECOMING ONE WITH THE PALACE...

God, whoever built this palace should have their head on a stake. Haha, that sounded a lot like the Red Queen of Hearts. Perhaps Riddle was rubbing off on you. You two did text occasionally since graduating from NRC.

Speaking of graduation, you married Leona. (yay!) And it's not like you weren't happy. Life was relatively peaceful. You two moved back to the palace. Arrangements had begun for you two to take over a certain part of Sunset Savannah, as something akin to a *Peerage. (They had their own name for it, you are currently far too annoyed to remember.) A lot of (semi-forced) communication set the road to reconciliation between the two brothers. (Admittedly a very long road. A road that puts Gulliver's travels to shame.) The Royal Family™️ accepted you with open hearts. (albeit a tad wary at first)

Really there was only one major problem.

The ROYAL PALACE IS LIKE A GODDAMN LABYRINTH. And that's rich, given your history of painting the white roses with Ace and Deuce in Heartsabyul's maze. So here you are, lost.

Scratch that.

Lost: again.

And all you wanted to do was find Cheka's room. You had a gift for the little cub.

"An architectural masterpiece, my ass. This is an architectural disaster. A disaster with a capital D. D for Vitamin D - what I won't be getting, because I'm trapped within these walls, where the SUN CAN'T REACH ME-"

Okay. Calm down. It's not that bad, sure there isn't a soul in sight, but you're bound to stumble upon somebody at some point, right? There had to be servants, or guards, or somebody! UNLESS! This is all an elaborate plan to get rid of you.

Aha! That must be it. The Royal Family wants you dead and they intend to make it seem like an accident! But Leona wouldn't allow that, right? He loves you! Dearly! You're his spouse, his one and only! Ah, cruel fate.

Is it just you...or are these walls moving in on each other. So this IS an assassination attempt! And you presented yourself on a silver platter. Good job, s/o. Splendid work. A royal for a few months and you're already about to be assassinated. Your name shall remain the book of "Dumbest ways to die." Goodbye cruel world-

"S/o."

Leona's voice rang through the empty hallway, "What are you doing out here."

Ah! And so tragedy was avoided once more!

"Leona, my LOVE! Thank God."

"Did you just- get lost in the palace... again?", his eyes read annoyance but his tone was teasing.

"It's not MY fault this place is so damn big, what do you need all this space for anyways? Indoor badminton? Hide and Seek or Die?"

"Definitely that last one. That's how we get rid of our enemies."

"AHA! I knew it! So this IS an assassination attempt!"

He simply rolled his eyes, pulling you towards him to wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you on the forehead.

"This isn't an assassination attempt. You did this yourself. It's called idiocy."

"You should build a better palace."

"What I should do is put a collar on you. With a tracking device on it. Like a pet."

"Oh, Leona~ Who knew you were into that~"

"Next time I'm leaving you here to rot."

"Then I'll haunt you to Hell and back."

He smirked, pinching your cheek as you were both making your way far from the cursed looping corridor.

"At least you won't be able to get lost."

"I told you, it's not my fault."

"Nah, of course not. The Palace is just cursed."

"EVIDENTLY."

You both knew this isn't the last time you'll be getting lost. And Leona was seriously considering the tracking device.

Perhaps he'd already ordered it too.

You were about to find out.

*Peerage - collective noun for titles like Duke, Duchess, Count, Earl etc. Comes from "Peers of the Realm" where one could hold one or more of these titles. It differs from monarchy to monarchy. THAT'S YOUR WORD FOR THE DAY FOLKS!

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Okay so like,,,,I usually never make requests (I’m a lurker fr fr) but your writing Is god tier, so I gotta ask:

Could you do a fic for Hank/Beast? He’s my personal fave but I never see any content for him ever, like the fic scene for this man is a ghost town. he’s underrated as hell. My man is ripped, highly intelligent and respectful of the arts! Yet he doesn’t get any attention.

I would love to see some general headcanons (SFW & NSFW) if you’re up to it. no problem if you don’t write for him or something, I just thought i would ask.

Thanks!

SFW!Beast/GN!Reader

To be honest, I actually wasn't really sure about writing for Hank at first because I've never really had a connection to the character, but he grew on me!! Plus, I'm here to serve lolol we've been starved of fics as a Fandom for basically forever and it would be a disservice not to fill the Hank void out there! Hope it's okay that I only wrote Sfw headcannons, I have a separate req for NSFW for him so I decided to split it into two to save my sanity lol. Finals are gonna be hell for me.

-ps- Should I be writing right now? no. Am I doing it anyway? Yurp. Also, I'm basing his history off of the fandom wiki, so I'm sorry if anything is off.

Tws: none that I can think of atm. As always, reader written while picturing fem but no pronouns mentioned.

Hank, despite what some would think, was most definitely a heartthrob, particularly in his college days!! I mean, a man who's confident, smart, respectful, and also an athlete? Who wouldn't swoon? He was 110% the guy that everyone wanted to take home to their parents.

And He's such a sweet, attentive lover too!! Acts of service almost definitely is a love language for him. He cooks for you, fixes the broken things that you didn't even realize were broken, even organizes your notes before a difficult exam.

He loves to surprise you with flowers, even if it isn't any special occasion, and if you ask, he'll help you preserve them as well!

He loves to kiss your forehead, temples, and hands. On top of that, he's very touchy. The two of you were most definitely seen as the parents of any friend group.

Things changed a little after he took the serum that mutated him further. His confidence had taken a blow, and he just didn't quite know how to approach you anymore.

It took a hot minute to reassure him that you didn't really care if he was blue, or furry, or beastly, he was still Hank Mccoy, wasn't he? He was the man you were in love with, and you certainly weren't going to stop now. Besides, you still thought he was handsome. With the kinds of books he's seen you read, you're a bit surprised that he didn't think you would find him attractive.

Things gradually got back to normal, but for a while, he didn't kiss you as often as he used to. Well, he didn't kiss you period. Even though he knew the incredible extent to which you loved him, the shape of his mouth had changed. Hell, he had fangs that he would rather die than mark you with.

You practically had to tie him down into a contract to get him to kiss you again. He was always one to experiment, why not treat this the same? If you kiss, and it goes well, you do it again. If it goes well a second time and a third, you have a pretty reliable test. Validity shouldn't matter when he knew that you loved him to bits already.

He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again, and yet he still hesitated. It wasn't until you had grabbed him by the collar to drag him into a kiss that he actually relaxed, and what do you know, it was a pretty reliable test after all. A predictive one too, with how often you continued to kiss him afterwards.

Domestic was the best way to describe your relationship with Hank.

    You yawned as you made your way down to the lab, still in your pajamas and slippers. Just a few hours previously, after a shower and self-care routine, you had settled into bed with an eyebrow-raising book as you waited for your husband to come to bed. This was a normal routine for the two of you, you immersing yourself into a book to stay awake until Hank entered, kissed your temple sweetly, and began his own nightly routine. It was a set of events you were used to. 

    Today, however, you felt like you had done a lot more reading than usual. When you finally pulled yourself out of your book and checked the time, the clock by your bed read 11 pm. A rather late time for Hank to be out, but you already knew where he would be. The lower levels of the mansion were extra cold at night, and you find yourself rubbing some warmth into your arms as you approach the lab. 

    The doors open with a swish, the light of the lab having all been darkened exempt for the lamp on Hank’s desk. He’s so immersed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t even realize when you come in. You walk up behind his chair, running your hands through his hair softly when you reach him.

    Hank isn’t surprised, sighing at the pleasant sensation as he tips his head back to encourage you. You giggle a little, leaning down to press a kiss to his head as you begin to massage his scalp.

    “It’s late.” You say gently. Hank hums in response, eyes closed as he appreciates your touch. 

    “I’m sorry, my love. Seems I was a little entranced.” He says. You huff at him playfully.

    “You say entranced, I say you’re overworking yourself. You’ve been working on this project all week. Don’t let it cut into your rest time.” Your scolding always sounded too nice, but he knows you mean it. Hank sighs again, this time sounding a little more tired, but he doesn't argue. He rolls around to face you, pulling you into a tired hug from his chair. 

     “Perhaps it is time I go to bed. What time is it, my dear?” 

    “Eleven.” Hank lets out a quiet chuckle at your quick reply, finally standing up. He doesn’t let go of you however, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as he sways the two of you back and forth.

    “You’re most certainly right, it is late. Much too late for a man to leave his lovely spouse waiting. Oh, whatever shall I do to make it up to you?.” His words come out as a purr, and you let out a curt laugh at him. You pull away a little, taking his large hands in your own as you lead him to the door. He smiles widely when you stop for a moment, remembering his glasses and placing them on his face before starting to drag him to bed. 

    “I’ll let you decide that, Love. As long as you make it to bed, that’s apology enough for me.”