#clingy boyfriend

[koririchanart]

clingy boyfriend!Sukuna 🙂‍↕️

[ak319]

Lovesick bubbly hubby x fem reader

ミ☆Headcanon#3𓏲

(Warnings: Contains mpreg (bxg pairing, YES, boy x fem reader), and matriarchal themes/gender role reverse so don't interact if you are not comfortable!! ‎♡‧₊˚)

♥︎ Headcanon #2

🍭"Narin, just one more paragraph, c'mon. Then we can go get some ice cream."

"You know, you're the cruellest wife anyone could have. Making me do assignments in this condition."

"What condition? You're fine, Narin. You're not even the one typing your essay. Just one more paragraph, c'mon, you can do it." He acts as if he's in his last months, when he’s only three weeks in. After another exaggerated sigh, he finally gave in, and you closed the laptop with relief.

"It's your last semester. Just get it done, and then your lifelong dream of staying home will come true."

"Are you taking me out for that ice cream or not?" You chuckled, getting up and offering him a hand. "Let's go."

Narin finally got what he wanted after so long, but deep down, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to pull him out of university. Still, the thought of becoming a father—of your child—filled him with uncontrollable excitement. He just prayed that your family wouldn’t cast an evil eye on the baby. Hmph! Lost in thought, he unconsciously placed his hands over his stomach as you drove, unaware of the silent storm brewing within him.

Meanwhile, your mind was all over the place. First, an unexpected husband, and now a child on the way?! You couldn't stop worrying about the future. You never imagined yourself as a mother, especially not with a husband like Narin, who could barely take care of himself. Maybe he would mature once the baby was born... or would you just have two kids to look after instead? How did this even happen? Weren’t you both careful? Wasn’t he taking pills, too? Well, it didn’t matter now. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him, hands protectively resting on his stomach, looking content and as happy as ever. You sighed and decided to put on some music to drown out the spiralling thoughts. Soon enough, you both reached the ice cream shop.

Months passed, and Narin’s university days came to an end. It had been three months into his pregnancy when one day, you came home to find him curled up on the sofa with Prince. There was no usual excitement, no running up to greet you like he always did.

🍭"Narin? You okay? Is something wrong?" By now, the panic in your voice was impossible to hide. You gently made him sit up, cupping his face, and your heart sank as you saw his puffy, red eyes. He was still sniffling, avoiding your gaze, his usual brightness nowhere to be found.

"Narin? You're making me worried. Tell me, what's wrong, baby?"

"I-just-what if you... leave me?! Does your family think I'm not competent enough to bear your child?! Because I feel like it!" His voice cracked with emotion, and you could hear the frustration in every word. Where was all this anger coming from?

"What are you talking about? Who said that?! And why on earth would I leave you?" You could feel your own heart racing. Narin might be childish and immature at times, but he was still your husband, and you cared for him deeply even more so now. Why couldn’t he see that?

"I would never abandon you. Never, you or our child."

"What if it’s a boy? Like me?!" His voice trembled with insecurity, his eyes wide with fear. It was clear the pregnancy hormones were heightening all his worries. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to stay calm. He needed your reassurance more than ever now.

"Then we’ll love him just the same, Narin. Just like I love you." He finally looked into your eyes.

"Listen, Narin baby. You’re very, very important to me. I love you and our future child, no matter if they’re a boy or a girl. I just want you both to be healthy, and my family wants the same. No one is doubting you, and if they are--just tell me their name. I’ll have a talk with them myself. Now, tell me, did someone say anything to you?"

He shook his head sincerely.

"Then?" you asked gently, stroking his hair.

"I... just had these thoughts..." he whispered, voice trembling slightly. He grasped your collar tightly, his body now almost in your lap. "You won’t leave, right?"

"Never." You held him closer, your voice firm with reassurance, and yet he needed more. He needed to drown in that reassurance, to feel it in every part of his being. You held him tighter, but it still didn’t feel close enough. "And don’t let these thoughts ruin your mood or stress you out. You hear me? Promise me, you won’t."

He nodded, but this time he clung to you like a lifeline, his fingers tightening in your shirt. "Promise," he whispered, his heart racing. He knew that you were not going to leave him but he just wanted to make sure and...was bored. Damn, he can be a really good actor if he wants to but in all seriousness, it's important to remind you that he is now your everything, your new family. In his head, there was no room for doubt. You belonged to him, and no one else could ever come between you two.... and now three of you. Not now, not ever.

In his eyes, the most delightful thing is making you run for whatever he craves, even if it’s the middle of the night or a drive to another town just to get a snack he tried once. He revels in the fact that you’ll do anything for him, and he takes immense pride in bragging about how caring and romantic his wife is. He squeals with childlike excitement when you’re out fulfilling his whims, loving how dreamy and devoted you are.

But lately, there’s a shadow of sadness in his eyes as he watches you work harder than ever. You’ve started a new venture with your friend, and it’s consuming more of your time and energy.

🍭"You should take a break now," he said, plopping down next to you on the couch and peering over your shoulder at your laptop. His tone was light, but there was an edge of concern beneath his playful words. "I don’t want to be a widower in this condition." You jerked your head towards him in shock at his bluntness. It was classic Narin--his naive habit of saying whatever came to mind without fully thinking it through. You just sighed, shaking your head at his antics.

"I’m not dying here, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be done in a few minutes."

"Why are you even doing this?! Isn’t your salary enough-"

"No, it’s not enough. Certainly not for the future when the kid is going to grow up and go to school and stuff." Narin grumbled, leaning his head against your chest with a sigh. He was like a needy kitten, wanting your comfort and attention, and the warmth of your chest made him feel a little safer. 'As disciplined and farsighted as ever. So fucking hot.' Well, he is kind of glad too, now that you are working so much, you rarely have time to visit your own family. Hehe. That's right wifey, work for me and your child now, our child.

"Yeah, you’re right. And also, it’s not like we’re going to have only one, right? I was a single child, so I want more than one kid. Got it?" Your hands paused momentarily over the keyboard.

"Um--yeah, but focus on this one for now..." Narin’s smile widened as he traced his finger lightly across your chest. "Oki! Our kids are going to be the prettiest and the smartest!"

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, even as worries about the future tugged at the edges of your thoughts. "Of course," you replied softly, placing a gentle kiss on his crown before returning to your work. In that moment, the presence of each other made the stress feel a little more bearable.

@mel-vaz 🍭

[blueberryxbloom]

♡ 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ♡

[𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙛𝙭𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

There is nothing better than a bath in the summer heat. The feeling of cool, refreshing water against your skin, combined with the scent of your favorite candle and the soft, comforting embrace of bubbles, never fails to relax you and put a smile on your pretty face.

As you submerge yourself in the water, you can feel it gently massaging your muscles, relaxing your body. The sensation is both calming and rejuvenating, as if the water is washing away all your stress and worries.

It feels so good, too good, way too good.... for it to just be water. You glace at your tights, and sure enough, it wasn't just water touching your skin. There was a small blueish part of your slime boyfriend that he separated from his main body and was now gliding over your tights.

As you lifted him up with your fingers, his small jelly-like body suddenly formed a small mouth and goey eyes, and he pouted dramatically.

You looked at him, and asked, "What are you doing, darling?"

He wobbles and wiggles in your hand, desperately clinging to your skin, as he whines, "You left me alone. It felt awful being separated from you. I just wanted to be with you."

"I told you I was going to take a bath," you said, placing him down on the bathtub tray. "You can't just stick to me all the time. Sometimes I need some alone time," you added.

He sulks, his slime form slumping down onto the bathtub tray and spreading out into a puddle. "But I want to be with you," he complained, his voice whiny and childish. From the little goey puddle, two hands form making grabby motions, reaching out toward you.

Let me take a bath with you" he begged. "I can clean your back and massage your shoulders. Please, please let me join you,"he added, trying to convince you.

"Alright, alright, you can join me, "you said.

He immediately regained his round solid shape, and his expression lit up at your words, his goey eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yay!" he exclaimed cheerfully as he bounced on the bathtub tray and landed with a splash in the water.

"That's more like it!,"he said as he wriggled enthusiastically in the water. "Now I can get back to what I love doing best, touching and loving you, my dear!"

As you leaned back in the tub, with your head resting against the edge and your eyes closed. He happily resumed his affectionate care, sliding across your body in a gentle and soothing manner. He takes great pleasure in touching and caressing you.

At some point, his small slime form rejoined his entire slime form, soaking up most of the water. He then oozed and flowed around you like a second skin. With each movement he made, he cleaned every inch of your body, leaving a refreshing coolness that soothed the summer heat.

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙽𝚘��𝚎

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘯𝘻 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

[delulu-sushi]

lying in his bed, he groggily rubs his eyes and checks the time.

11:35 am

he rolls to the other side of the bed, your usual spot, and holds your pillow close to your chest, taking the last bit of scent he can before rolling off the bed and flopping on the floor.

he softly groans and picks himself up, his long velvet robe falling down his shoulders, leaving a sexy peek of his muscles -- but for who? he pauses thinking of how you would sneak glances every now and then, of him, what he's doing, adoring you.

he thinks of how you would wait for him to come home, wrapped up in his clothes, taking in his scent.

but the roles had changed

he walks and starts his normal routine -- hopping in the shower, the steam encompassing his toned thighs and rather small waist. he looks at the shampoo bottles, picking up a cute small bottle floral scented. just like you.

he sighs and walks out of the shower, checking the time. it's been a minute. and a long one without you.

flopping on the bed without even getting a change of clothes, he reminisces about you.

how your cute smile breaks out when he teases you, showing off your cute dimples that absolutely make him swoon -- gosh you took his breath away

the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight, your dark pupils reflecting his eyes...

you were a painting. a reflection. a-

he pauses, with a loss of words. you were just, just perfect.

so perfect for him.

but he just can't believe it. how you left this morning.

so sudden, it hurt him.

he picked up his phone, fighting the urge to call you again. for the 100th time today.

were you ignoring him? thoughts start flooding his mind and he reaches for your fragrance

the door clicks.

"darling, are you home?"

he hears your voice, sweeter than the heavens, as soft as a feather, and he runs to the door

you look at him with a face of shock, but it slowly turns into an uncontrolled line of giggles as his face goes hot red

"oh did you miss me that much?"

you tease him smelling your fragrance and shampoo on him

you lean in, struggling on your tippy toes, and he effortlessly picks you up, leaning closer until there's no space left in between the two of you.

"yeah, i missed you."

he pauses, his voice husky. he looks away from your eyes, down to your soft, pink lips

"i missed you a lot"

[fashionteahouse]

Can I get a Seth x reader where the he’s just so in love with the reader he’s clingy but she loves him and the pack makes fun of his clingyness but they are happy for him and while they think they’re alone they get touchy and before they could finish the pack walks in on them and they realize that Seth is clingy because

yes yes you can 🙂‍↕️ hope you enjoy :)

human behavior - seth x reader

The love was hypnotizing. It was definitely a trance. At least it was for Seth. He had no shame in displaying his lovesick ways. He never wanted to feel no other emotion other than the one he felt, just by being around you.

Staring into his eyes was your favorite. It was satisfying and honoring to look into his soul see how much love for you that it could carry. He hated leaving your side. Always there. You never minded it. In fact, you would set the pack straight whenever the jokes came.

“Seth caught the love bug.”

“Little puppy in love.”

“I never see you without Seth. He’s merged to you by the hip.”

“You’re all just jealous.” you would say to them all with Seth right there to witness. You said it this time with Seth’s arms wrapped around you. His embrace was always so warm and comfortable.

“Screw that, I’m out.” Quil says getting up from the sitting room, not being able to focus on the television. Once Quil left out, the rest of the boys slowly trailed out of the room one by one.

You and Seth sat on the couch and since there was extra room, you scoot and lay your head on his legs while watching the program on the tv. Seth loved being able to feel your soft hair with his fingers.

You lift your head up, noticing it’s quieter than usual. You look to him, smiling, “Are they gone?”

He listens and slowly spreads a smile across his features, “Yeah, I think so.”

You sit up straight and you passionately kiss him. You really couldn’t do it since an audience was around. Cupping his cheeks, head slightly tilted, you both ate at each other’s mouths.

You hand slowly slides from one of his cheeks and you look at him, “Want me to make you feel good?” you say to him seductively. Seth nodded with the quickness, loving your boldness. Your hand continues to slide and when it’s sprawled on his bulge, you pepper kisses on his ear. You grab it, not hard, and rub to activate the tingles in his body. You then decide to slide his hand down his pants, wanting to feel the raw bareness of his flesh. Sucking on his neck, you’re jerking him off slightly. He’s fondling your breasts.

“What the hell man?” You heard a loud voice. You snap your head up, Seth retracts his hand, and you fling your hand out of his pants. You’re met with a couple of his pack brother’s looking at the scene in horror.

“I thought you guys were gone.” Seth says with his face as red as a tomato.

“We only went into the backyard.” Jared says and turns out, shaking his head.

“Well that explains everything.” Jacob says as he nudged Quil, who shakes his head in return, as they all retreat back out.

[strawberryfairi]

Things you do to mess with your clingy bf that makes him crash out instantly

Ft: The tokyo rev "crash out boys" SFW (definitely suggestive though)

Acting like you don't wanna hug, cuddle, or kiss him. Especially when you move your face away when he goes to kiss you (doing this one publicly too is just triflin' lol)

Guilty Crash outs: Wakasa, Izana, Koko, Shinichiro, Chifuyu, Mikey, Kisaki, Takemichi, Kakucho, Hakkai, Smiley, Kazutora, Yamagishi

When you tell him to leave the room while you're changing...

Guilty Crash outs: Shuji, Smiley, Draken, Sanzu, Wakasa, Ran

When you purposely start talking about another guy just to make him jealous

Guilty Crash outs: Keisuke, Izana, Kazutora, Draken, Kisaki, Shinichiro, Hakkai, Takemichi, Sanzu, Taiju, Chifuyu, Rindou, Yamagishi, Mitsuya

Telling your bf that some other man paid for anything on your behalf (this one is heinous lol)

Guilty Crash outs: Koko (catastrophic crash out), Taiju, Draken, Mitsuya, Keisuke, Rindou, Ran, Shinichiro, Sanzu, Kisaki, Mikey, Kazutora, Wakasa, Smiley

Telling him that the last time he ate your kitty-kat😻 you faked an orgasm (heinous...just heinous...)

Guilty Crash outs: Shuji, Wakasa, Draken, Sanzu, Mikey, Rindou, Mitsuya, Shinichiro, Kisaki, Kazutora (All of these munch boys are having devastatingly bad crash outs with this one)

Giving him the silent treatment

Guilty Crash outs: Takemichi, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Wakasa (he's so clingy anything would have him crashin' out fr), Keisuke, Mikey (I feel like he would do so many annoying things to try and get you to talk to him again), Izana, Koko, Kisaki

Randomly giving him an eye roll or side eye for literally existing, and not telling him why you're looking at him like that

Guilty Crash outs: Draken, Keisuke, Hakkai, Takemichi, Yamagishi, Taiju, Kazutora, Shinichiro, Rindou, Sanzu, Mikey

[nephilimeq]

Stuck in the Middle With You

Prompt: Clingy Boyfriend

@bucktommyfluffebruary

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/160733068

Buck was annoyed.

No, scratch that—he was pissed.

It had been over seventy-two hours—and he still hadn’t seen his boyfriend. Hell, he had been forced to go back to his apartment because there was no point in going over to Tommy’s house because he wouldn't even be there for another forty-eight hours. Somehow—he had no idea how—the end of Bucks forty-eight had overlapped with the beginning of Tommy’s seventy-two, and the only thing he wanted to do was pull his hair out by the roots and scream into the void.

…But he couldn’t, so instead he was doing the next best thing: drinking with Eddie and complaining about his life.

“Dude, you’ll be fine,” his friend reassured him as he sat next to him at the bar at a quarter past eight. “it’s not like you guys haven’t gone five days without seeing each other since you two started dating…”

Buck didn’t look up at him, casting his eyes down towards his glass.

“Seriously?!”

He let out a whine as he stretched out almost flat against the bar and reluctantly admitted, “Yeah, we’ve kinda been attached at the hip—”

“Or other body parts,” Eddie muttered before taking a swig of his beer and Buck glared at him and said, “Hey! No interrupting!” and threw a rogue peanut shell at him, and then added, “I mean, we still text, call, and video chat, but…god, it’s just not the same, you know?” and then took a long drag of his own beer, thinking about the fact that Tommy would reprimand him for choosing such a generic brand instead of going for one of the nicer craft beers with a better flavor.

But he didn’t want a better flavor, he wanted to drown his sorrows and didn’t need something like flavor getting in the way of that. Besides, he wouldn’t have appreciated the taste anyway, far too focused on trying to numb the longing feeling in his chest that felt as though it was turning into a cavernous hole.

Eddie gave him a look and said, “Look, if you miss him so much, then why don’t you swing by the 217?” and Buck shot him a look.

“Because, they’re on standby for the fires and their schedule is all over the place! And-and I don’t wanna just, you know, show up like the clingiest boyfriend in the world! I’m not some, some…tween girl who’s obsessed, you know?”

“You’re not? Coulda fooled me,” his friend drawled as he turned and leaned with his back to the bar and Buck found himself glaring at him all over again, getting slightly annoyed at his friend’s attitude, and threw another peanut at him, thrilled when it hit his chin and then fell into the front pocket of his flannel, and he muttered into the crook of his folded arm, “Ha, three points,” knowing that if Tommy had been there he would have appreciated him making the basketball joke.

Eddie merely shot him an arched eyebrow.

“You’re acting like Christopher, right now, you do know that, right?” he said as he fished out the peanut and popped it into his mouth.

Buck scoffed and slowly sat up, saying, “If you’re telling me that I have the emotional maturity of a fourteen-year-old, you are way off on that mark. According to Dr. Jensen, I have the emotional maturity of a twenty-five year old.”

“Buck, you’re thirty-four.”

“Yeah, I’m still catching up. So?”

Eddie merely shook his head and took another sip from his beer while Buck cast a glance around the bar, noting that it was still a light crowd. Of course, it was the middle of the week, and eight o’clock on a Wednesday evening wasn’t exactly the hip time for people to be out drinking. God, he was pathetic.

--

“Oh, god, just call him!” Sal said, sounding thoroughly annoyed—but Tommy shook his head and said, “I can’t! He’s out with Eddie and I don’t want to bother him while he’s having a good time off shift, you know?”

“If he’s anything like you, he doesn’t know how to have a good time,” muttered Lucy from behind her cards on the other side of the table, her feet propped up on the edge. “I take that bet and raise you two skittles,” she then said, arching an eyebrow at him, and Tommy knew immediately that she was bluffing and said, “I call.”

She smirked.

“Read ‘em and weep, Kinard.”

She laid down her cards with all the confidence of someone twenty years her senior—and Tommy nodded and said, “Nice hand, Donato. Full house…which would be great if I didn’t have a straight flush,” and he laid down his hand with a smirk, and she let out a huff and dropped her legs and said, “God, I hate your poker face. You’re inscrutable.”

“It’s a gift,” he said, pulling the pile of candy towards him, popping a lemon skittle into his mouth…and found his eyes drifting towards his phone, where he had left it on the table, wondering if he should give Evan a call. He hadn’t been able to spend any time with him for two days already, and now he was stuck with another three days without him. God, he had never gone more than three days without him, and now he was going to be away from him for a total of five fucking days.

His hand twitched—and then Sal said, “For fuck’s sake, just call him!”

“Language Deluca!” shouted their captain, but he simply rolled his eyes and moved over to him, shoving his shoulder up against his.

“Look, have the two of you been apart for very long before? Anything longer than two or three days?” he asked…and Tommy reluctantly admitted, “Uh…no. We’ve never spent more than three days apart since we got back together,” and his friend let out a long sigh that lasted so long it almost seemed as though he was deflating.

He then said, “Mierda…you two are grade-a clingers, aren’t you?”

…and Tommy snorted and started to laugh and through his laughter he managed to say, “Okay, yeah, I guess we are. When we’re at home we do almost everything together,” he admitted, giving Sal a sideways glance. “I think we’re both kinda touch starved and we both need a lot of reassurance after what happened to us all those months ago. I think we’re also both a little bit afraid on some sort of subconscious level that the other person is gonna just up and leave …”

His friend turned so they were both facing the same way and said, “You two are good together. So, why don’t you text him?”

--

“…Because if I text him, then he’ll know that I can’t go more than a couple days at a time without him!” Buck explained as he stood on the other side of the pool table, moving the stick between his hands in an agitated manner. “I don’t want him to think that I’m desperate! Don’t you get that?”

Eddie glanced up at him as he lined up his shot and muttered under his breath, “I get that you’re both grade-a clingers…”

Buck shot him a look.

“You don’t get it,” he said, shaking his head and walking over to where Eddie was lining up his shot. “If I reach out first then that means I’m the clingier one! And I am not the clingier one! You’ve never seen how Tommy follows me around the apartment when he comes over…or how-how whenever I go to his place, he is constantly calling out to check in on where I am just in case so he can find me if he wants to share something with me because he thinks texting across the house is-is too…impersonal!”

At that, Eddie took his shot, missing it, and then straightened and said, “Je-sus, Buck. I’m thinking you two might be a little codependent,” and at that Buck arched an eyebrow at him as he bent over to line up his own shot and said, “Oh, big word for you. Therapy working?”

His friend shrugged.

“Eh, yeah. I guess. Still feels too much like confession to me,” he said with a pointed look, “But I think it’s working. Still—you and Tommy have a weird relationship.”

“No, we don’t,” Buck stressed, taking his own shot and sinking it without even glancing back down at the table. “We have a healthy relationship. I think the two of us are just trying to make up for lost time, you know? Those few months without him were hell for me, and for him, and now we just…I think maybe we’re just scared that one of us might come up with another reason to walk away from it and so we don’t like being away from each other for too long…”

Letting out a sigh, he went to line up his next shot…and then Eddie said, “So you’re not texting him because…?”

--

“Because if I text him, then he’ll know that I can’t go more than a few days without him,” Tommy said to Sal as they got the injured hiker into the medevac chopper. “And if he knows that, then he’ll know that I’m the clingier one, and I’m not! Do you know that Evan tries to text me across the house? I’ve told him to just let me know where he is and I can come to him, but no. He insists on being allowed to text me across the house, which is just…weird.”

From below them, the woman on the gurney lifted up a feeble hand and said, “You know, you and your husband should just sit down and talk about how to communicate when you’re feeling insecure, because that’s what I’m picking up on here,” and he quickly corrected her.

“He’s my boyfriend, not my husband.”

Sal then interjected, “But you want him to be your husband, don’t you?” and Tommy ducked his eyes and moved back to the pilot’s seat, pulling on his headset.

“I’m not talking about this with you, Sal.”

His friend shot him a look and said, “Uh, you kinda are. So just text him, already! You miss him because you love him, that’s not a bad thing,” he said as Tommy lifted the chopper into the air, heading for the hospital. “Love can make you do stupid things—like break up with someone when they ask you to move in with them,” he jabbed at him, and the airman groaned and repeated, “I am not talking with you about this! Evan and I…we can figure it out. We got back together, didn’t we?”

At that, his friend chuckled and said, “Yeah, sure, like you were the one who figured it out. Isn’t the only reason why you two got back together because Howie pulled some underhanded shit with his wife and kid in order to get you and your boy into the same room again?”

Tommy sighed.

Okay, so yeah, it had been because of Howie and Maddie that he and Evan had gotten back together…but it was because of them talking things out that they had finally decided that it was worth it.

Still, as he angled the chopper towards the direction of the hospital he thought about what Sal had been trying to say to him the entire shift—and he hated to admit it, but the man was right. He missed Evan because he was in love with him, and that wasn’t a bad thing. Hell, it was practically expected at this point in their relationship.

Tommy continued to think on it as they dropped off the injured hiker…

…and then as they landed back at the 217, he reluctantly said to Sal over the headset, “Okay, maybe you’re right.”

His friend shot him a far too smug look, and the airman was already regretting his words, especially when the other man said as they sauntered back to the main hangar, “Oh, I want that put onto a t-shirt! ‘Tommy Kinard says that Sal Deluca was right!’ This is a pretty damn good feeling! So…you’re gonna text him, right?” he prodded, and Tommy nodded and reached for his phone, feeling a small sense of relief as he saw the picture of his boyfriend smiling on his lock screen.

He smiled down at it and then swiped his phone open…where Evan was the background, and he continued to smile.

Sal playfully shoved at his shoulder with his own, saying, “Someone’s in lo-ove,” and Tommy shoved him right back, pleased when the other man stumbled.

Hesitantly, he brought up their texts and then stared at them for a moment or two, trying to get up the courage to message him first, noting that their last conversation had been about the shopping list for the cookies that Tommy had baked for the 118.

He stop midstride and stared at it…and then began to type…

--

“He’s bubbling me!” Buck said, staring at his phone in shock. He had finally caved and reached for his phone to text his boyfriend, only to see those little bubbles telling him that Tommy was texting him first.

“Yipee,” Eddie said dryly from the corner of the pool table, looking at it with a curious expression, as if expecting it to rearrange the balls for him so that he would have a better shot.

Buck ignored him and continued to stare at his screen, waiting for the message to show up—and then grinned when the words that popped up said, Hey, thinking about you. Sorry we have to spend so many days apart, babe, and he couldn’t help but feel lucky to have someone in his life who understood just how hard it was for him to be apart from the people he loved for long amounts of time, and he immediately texted back, Thinking about you, too. Miss you, along with a kissy face emoji.

Feeling reassured, he slid his phone back into his pocket and turned his attention back to the game and teased, “You gonna take your shot or what, Diaz?” and Eddie gave him a bitch-face and leaned against his pool stick and said, “Gimme a minute! Your last shot fucked me up…”

Buck rolled his eyes.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic! Just take the shot!”

“Well, looks like someone’s in a better mood,” his friend muttered as he bent over and took the shot, letting out another curse when the ball bounced off a bumper and went wide, setting it up perfectly for Buck’s next shot, and he grinned and set it…and in three moves he had finished the game.

Eddie pretended to be annoyed with him, but he was smiling as he said, “So, think you can manage a few more days without him?” and Buck shrugged and said, “I guess so, yeah. I just…I sleep better with him next to me, you know?” and his friend tilted his head and remarked, “Yeah, I guess I can understand that. I remember it was hard for a while after I was deployed to sleep without Shannon next to me, so I get it,” and patted his shoulder.

Buck nodded and turned back to the pool table.

“Wanna go again?”

Eddie smirked.

“Bring it on, lover boy.”

Buck scoffed and said, “Oh, c’mon, I’m not that whipped, am I?” and Eddie lifted an eyebrow and said, “Yeah, you kinda are, but that’s okay. By the way,” he said as he moved around to the other side of the table, “Are you even living at your apartment anymore? Why don’t you just move into his place?” and his heart skipped a beat.

Yeah, okay, he’d thought about it, but it was too soon, and he knew it—he had jumped the gun last time, he wasn’t going to do that again.

“Uh, I still have my lease,” he finally replied, avoiding eye contact, focusing on re-racking the balls for their next game. He didn’t have to look up to know that his friend was giving him a side eye…but Eddie said nothing, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just three more days.

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It was three days of torture and the shift from hell, and Tommy couldn’t quite believe that he had managed to survive. Letting out a sigh of relief, he dropped his bag as soon as he stepped inside his front door and kicked his shoes off and tossed his jacket to the side, uncaring of where anything landed…

…and then the next thing he knew, he had his arms full of his boyfriend, who immediately buried his head in his neck.

“God, I missed you,” Evan said, his voice slightly muffled from where it was pressed into his collarbone, and the airman chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around him and said softly, “I missed you, too, babe,” and pressed a kiss to his damp curls, which told him that Evan had just gotten out of the shower. He took a deep breath, smelling his own soap on his skin, a blend of cedarwood and spearmint, and then nuzzled his nose into his hair, letting out a sigh.

Evan practically melted into him, and the feeling of his body pressed up against his was the best thing he had felt in a long time, having been spending far too much time dealing with Lucy and Sal on either side of him, their presence welcome, but not the same as the man he loved.

“As much as I love this, babe, can we move to the couch? I am beat,” Tommy muttered, and his boyfriend nodded.

Not quite letting go of each other, they made their way to the living room and then promptly crashed onto the couch, Buck laying out flat with Tommy on top of him—

—and god was that nice.

With all of his previous ‘relationships’ he had always been the big spoon because of his height and broad build…but with Evan he was able to relax into another broad chest without having to worry that he was going to crush him.

They lay there for a long while, not saying a single thing, Evan’s fingers carding through his hair, the sensation soft and lulling him into an almost sleep…but then through the haze of exhaustion, he heard him ask, “Am I…am I too clingy for you?” and Tommy snorted and said, “Nope, not at all. Actually, Sal and I talked today, and he says that I’m the clingy one of the two of us,” and he felt a chuckle run through his boyfriend’s chest as he said, “Funny enough, Eddie said the same thing about me…”

He grinned and rubbed his hand over Evan’s side, enjoying every single second of being able to touch him, and softly added, “Well, it seems to be working for us, so I say we keep on doing it.”

Buck chuckled a second time.

“I like that idea.”

He then tucked a finger under the airman’s chin and lifted his head just enough to press a kiss to his lips and Tommy moaned into the kiss and then said as they both pulled back from it, “I’ve never been happier to have a clingy boyfriend,” and Evan gave him a look.

“Damn straight.”

“Damn…gay, actually,” he teased, and was thrilled when his boyfriend groaned and rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, god, I forgot how bad your jokes are.”

“Excuse you, but I am hilarious,” Tommy retorted, lifting himself up slightly to rest his hands on Evan’s chest and prop his chin on top of his clasped hands. “You just don’t appreciate my brand of humor, Evan.”

They shared a look, both of them trying to stare down the other—and then they both broke into giggles, both of them sounding almost manic with the way their giggles dissolved into breathless gulps of laughter, neither of them able to contain themselves. Tommy knew that part of the reason why he was acting so ridiculous was because he always acted punch drunk when he was this tired, and he knew that Evan was just naturally that amused at him.

Eventually it subsided and they rested quietly against each other once more…

…and then Evan said, “I like it when you’re clingy,” and Tommy whispered back, “I like when you’re clingy, too…”

A warm silence fell, and as they lay there the stray thought entered the airman’s mind that Evan always felt like home to him, and that he spent more time at his place than back at his own apartment. Even though it felt too soon, he wanted him to move in…but not yet. It could wait a bit longer, he mused as his felt his boyfriend’s fingers tracing along his spine.

Yeah.

It could wait a bit longer.

[basietta]

dita in BOCCHE

[yanaleese]

What is Eunsung reaction/behavior towards a Mc who is a lot more chill compared to their timid personality? Like, chill cat vibes. Because all I can think of is him being slightly anxious over something (maybe even mc leaving him) and mc just holding his hand like: (-⩊-).

- Oc anon (I didn't see the new post until recently, and man, did that make me ascend from my bed.)

Oh Anon I love ur energy LMAO 😭😭😭😭. getting out of bed can be like climbing a mountain smtimes

But AWWW Eunsung LOVES that type of energy! He really needs it considering he has little to no breaks certain seasons of the year. To him, meeting you was the best thing that could ever happen to him; so when he's around you he immediately clings to you and floats towards your energy. In moments of panic, I can imagine Eunsung asking for words of confirmation, reassurance. You are his safe space, a space where he can finally relax and be vulnerable.

TLDR; Eunsung would be absolutely elated to have this type of MC! (but dw, he's open to other types)

[grunge-sol]

To my princess

Once again I woke up next to my princess.

My princess is the reason why another day comes. For those beautiful brown eyes light up the world I live in.

Once again I started asking myself if I was still in a dream.

You are too perfect to be real, my dear.

What have I done do deserve the blessing that is your very own existence?

I still have no answer.

My princess deserves the world.

My princess is my world.

Mine and only mine.

And I belong to my princess.

Love chained me, but these chains set me free. Because just by looking at you, my eyes are free to roam the night skies.

I adore you, my princess.

Let my soul be your home, and let my body be your sanctuary, forever.

You have spent your entire life suffering. So now that you are mine and only mine, dry your tears. For your sweet smile is the reason I live.

You are my princess. You needn't worry anymore.

You know that I will only look at you until my last breath.

[ak319]

Lovesick Village Boy x Fem civil servant reader

Part III

➺ Part I Part II

Habib's eyes widened when he saw you approaching the shop, though it didn't surprise him as much anymore. This was the third day you had come, each time asking for cigarettes, always receiving the same answer. Yet, you were relentless. It stirred something within him, feelings he hadn't realized he was capable of. Were you doing this for fun? For your own amusement? The subtle, smug look on your face seemed to confirm his suspicions.

It was the reason he petulantly huffed every night, hugging his pillow, trying to banish thoughts of you. But it was too late. You were already ingrained in his mind from the very first time he saw you. After so long spent away from the world, he was now facing the most dangerous temptation—love. A feeling he had convinced himself he'd never experience. Yet it irked him how unaffected you appeared, how you seemed to delight in the quiet misery he tried to conceal behind his mask.

He wanted to take it off for you... but fear held him back. Still, your eyes, always respectful and free of envy or lust, made the urge burn stronger. No, he couldn't. Someone might see him. Someone might see both of you. The village thrived on rumours, and for Habib, that meant more than whispers—it meant helplessness. Thank God you had the sense to come when the shop was mostly empty, always choosing the early or late hours.

"I can't," he whispered, the same routine, always.

"Not even today?"

"No. Not any day."

"Very well." With a tip of your hat, you exited the shop, and Habib had to summon every ounce of self-control to attend to the next customer.

The next day came, and once again, Habib, alongside his father, busied himself with running the store, responding to the curious questions of those who were surprised to see him out of the house, working. "Why is your face covered?" Of course, they wanted to know. His ears caught the sound of his father speaking with the supplier outside, and slowly, Habib approached the entrance, peeking at the scene.

"What do you mean? You can't just leave out an item from the list and say that--"

"Look, Mr. Kadir, it was an order from the higher office, alright? I have more deliveries to make. I'll see you soon." His father shook his head as the truck drove off.

"What was that about, Papa?"

"Nothing serious. Apparently, there's a cigarette shortage or something, and he couldn’t deliver them today. Some order from above? I don’t know what’s wrong with the man, honestly. We might need to find a new supplier if this keeps up!" His father's grumbles continued as he walked back into the shop, leaving Habib to ponder the matter.

Cigarettes? Higher office?

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"Did... did you do that?" Habib didn’t know where he found the courage, but he needed to ask you.

"Yes, I did. I ordered that no cigarettes be supplied to this store."

"Why?" Habib’s eyes widened in shock as you suddenly reached across the counter and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. The counter between you was the only thing keeping this exchange from turning into scandalous gossip. But you didn’t seem to care about reputation, and to his surprise, he couldn’t even muster anger. The hand he raised to push you away faltered the moment it touched yours, going limp at the contact. With what little strength remained, he managed to croak out a protest, though it fell on deaf ears.

"I wanted you to know... I don’t come here for them. I come here for you." His entire body shivered, and he had to pause, catching his breath. The idea that he could be a source of your longing sent a thrill through him igniting a spark of possessiveness that warmed his heart.

"Please..."

"Please, what?" Your voice held a teasing edge, a playful challenge hanging in the air as you leaned in ever so slightly. Habib, shy and modest, turned his head away, but you could see the soft flush creeping along his neck.

Don't ever stop coming here. Don't leave my hand. Never. "Someone... someone might see us, and... it could damage your reputation."

"You think I care about that?" You smirked, releasing his hand slowly, letting your fingers linger a moment longer than necessary before slipping them into your pockets. "But, if you say so..." You turned, a smile teasing your lips. "Well, I got my answer then."

"Wait!"

"Hm?" You glanced back over your shoulder.

"I-I didn’t mean--"

"You said something?" His shy glare, so timid and sweet, almost made you laugh. His attempts at anger were always endearing. "Do you want me to still come here?" You asked, voice dipping lower, teasing yet again.

He nodded, his back still turned, his modesty winning out as he tried to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. You could almost picture him pouting as he pressed his face against the wall, trying and failing to escape your gaze.

You walked back to the counter, drawing closer, making him nearly turn again--but he resisted, melting further against the wall, as if he could disappear into it.

"Then pray tell, why should I keep coming here? It seems the one I come for doesn't appreciate my presence. Oh, such a cruel fate I have been bestowed with," you teased, your voice dripping with mock sorrow.

"I—that’s not true! I... I do!" Habib stammered, his words barely audible, but the sincerity in them made your smirk grow.

"Fine, my Golrez (rose)," you said, your teasing tone softening. "But for now, I have to leave."

He nearly winced at the swift shift in your voice from gentle to professional. "Wait—t-take this!" He hurriedly placed a small snack on the counter before turning away, avoiding your gaze.

"I swear, you hide from me as if I’m a monster or something." Your tone was light, but your words struck deep as his ears burned red with embarrassment.

"Well... not my fault you... you..." His words tumbled out as he tried to muster a response, but his shyness betrayed him.

"I what?" You tilted your head, clearly enjoying how easily he flustered.

"Just go!" he huffed, puffed up with embarrassment and frustration.

It was such a fun game, teasing him like this, watching him turn red and die a little of shyness. With a last chuckle, you turned and made your way out to the awaiting car, leaving him with a mix of relief and painful longing.

As you drove away, Habib knew he would spend the rest of the night replaying this moment, already dreading the memories that would haunt him in his dreams, pulling him further into this inescapable feeling.

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The book in Habib's hand nearly slipped when a familiar voice sang out from behind the veranda's pillar.

"My dearest Uncle~~"

"Hi..." Habib muttered, not bothering to hide the mild annoyance in his tone.

"Hi, indeed." Rahim flopped beside him on the ground, leaning comfortably against the cushion with an uncharacteristically smug expression that immediately stirred Habib’s curiosity. "So, ahem, I heard a certain someone has been visiting your shop quite frequently..."

"N-no! Nobody is." Habib stammered, quickly standing to leave.

Rahim blinked, feigning surprise, but the mischievous glint in his eyes didn’t waver. "Alright, Uncle. I'll just go meet the DC myself, then. Perhaps I’ll even get a picture with her... I must prepare for this important meeting."

Habib froze, his heart racing at the thought. Before Rahim could take another breath, Habib’s hand shot out, gently yet firmly gripping his arm.

Rahim's smirk widened. He had him now. "Oh, I see... someone does care, after all."

"Um—what do you mean...? What meeting?" Habib’s voice faltered, trying to play it off, but Rahim caught every shift in his expression.

"Oh, nothing," Rahim said, turning with a shrug as though it were the most casual thing in the world. "Just the DC coming to visit our school tomorrow."

"O-oh. Hm." Habib’s attempt to sound indifferent was failing miserably.

"I thought if you admitted it, I’d convey a message for you... but it's fine. I think I misheard about her coming to our store. Could’ve been someone else, right?"

Before Rahim could fully turn away, Habib tugged him back and flicked him on the forehead.

"You seem to know everything, don’t you?" Habib’s voice held a mix of exasperation and embarrassment.

"Uncle! OW!" Rahim yelped, rubbing his forehead dramatically. "Here I am, trying to be your loyal supporter, and you insult me! Not fair!"

With a huff, Habib dragged Rahim into the back alley of their house, whisper-yelling. "You can’t just go around talking about these things, Rahim! Someone might hear you!"

"Oh really?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Habib protested, trying to feign innocence.

"Oh, you know very well." Rahim smirked, leaning closer. "You think I can't piece it together? You've been in a daze all week, and I saw her leaving the shop the other day! Look at you, you're red!"

"S-so!?" Habib stammered, trying to deflect.

Rahim’s grin widened. "You're in love, aren't you?~~"

"Rahim!" Habib sighed, his resolve weakening. "Fine! I... I do like her." He quickly covered Rahim’s mouth to muffle his loud exclamation. "Are you mad?! What if someone hears? Especially brother Basim!"

"Oh, please. Dad's not home, and it's about time you settled down. Imagine—married to the DC, living in a bungalow, riding in lavish cars, with bodyguards—

"Rahim! You think I desire her wealth? Is that what you think of me?" Habib's voice rose slightly, and he could see the gleam in the boy's eyes fade as he sensed the seriousness of his uncle's tone.

"N-no, I just--Uncle, I just want to see you happy...living your life with her...away from here.." Rahim replied, his enthusiasm dimming. Habib sighed, feeling a pang of sympathy for his defeated face.

"Rahim... I'm just so... afraid of all this. And... how can I even trust her? Also, the fact that she--"

Rahim's eyebrow shot up at the sudden silence. "She what? What did she do?"

"She seems to have no regard for herself. She's so bold, and I am afraid for her too...she's too careless." Habib confessed, his cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Rahim chuckled, prompting Habib to look away. "Well, she seems ideal for you, I must say. And serious regarding you. I'm surprised you've managed to melt her heart, considering everyone in the village is kind of scared of her. But look, Uncle, she doesn't know anything about you, she hasn't even seen you... fully. Yet she seems to like you. If that doesn't scream romantic and respectful, then I don't know what does."

"That's the thing--she doesn't know about--"

"Uncle, please. Just tell me, do you want me to convey something to her or not?" Rahim pressed, his tone turning more earnest.

Habib hesitated, the weight of the night pressing down on them like a thick fog, shrouding his thoughts in uncertainty. "I.--give me time to think," he finally admitted, the shadows around them deepening as the moonlight flickered, leaving the air heavy with unspoken feelings.

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You were quite taken aback when one of the kids from school wanted to tell you something very important. It left the teachers surprised when you took the boy aside to talk, you were always attentive and considerate when it came to people. So this was Habib's nephew. Interesting.

"Okay, so if I have to talk to him, I have to use you as an envoy?"

Rahim nodded almost pridefully, causing you to scoff playfully. "Mhm. And why can't I just go to the shop and talk to him? Or, better yet, call him on the phone?"

Rahim's eyes widened as he shook his head, glancing around nervously. "No, no. You see, my uncle is very cautious about these things, and you visiting the shop-"

"Trust me, I know."

"And he doesn’t have a phone."

"Why is that?" A familiar pang of sympathy and concern befell your heart.

"Well, because he doesn't feel the need to have one," Rahim explained.

"What about you?"

"I--I do..."

"Hm. I see. Odai, give this boy my number. And Rahim, tell your uncle, I'm free at 8 p.m." A blush crept up Rahim's cheek. You really are serious about his Uncle.

"O-okay, ma'am, I will. Thank you."

"Thank you, too." Rahim grinned as you ruffled his hair and walked away to resume the conversation with the principal. Phew. He nearly peed his pants.

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"Mhm, must be a wrong number."

Rahim nudged his uncle harder, making him yelp, which made you smirk from your side of the conversation. Poor Rahim must be struggling to get his uncle to speak up right now. You cleared your throat, the anticipation tingling in the air.

"H-hello..."

"Oh, so there is someone on the other line..."

"O-of course there is! How do you think you got a call?" He bit his lip, feeling the familiar rush of warmth flood his cheeks. Your light laughter echoed through the receiver, and he could practically picture your smile, bright and teasing, making his heart race with every syllable.

The moment felt electric, and as Rahim left the room with a smirk, granting his uncle a semblance of privacy whilst Habib found himself entranced by your voice.

"I just wanted to make sure it was you," you said, a playful lilt in your tone. "So, you did call. I was beginning to worry..."

Habib unconsciously twirled a strand of his hair, a soft smile spreading across his face. Your voice sent shivers down his spine, wrapping around him like a warm embrace even over the phone.

"Yes, I did. How... was your day?" he asked, a hint of anticipation in his tone.

"Hectic as always," you replied, the thought of your busy schedule tugging at his heart. He wished he could be there to help ease your burdens.

"You didn't… visit the… shop for the past few days."

"You missed me?" he bit his finger at your query, feeling warmth bloom in his chest at the thought of you thinking of him. "Mhm... a lot," he admitted

"How much?" There you went with the teasing again. But he loved every moment of it, your playful banter igniting a spark within him that he couldn't ignore.

"A--lot... I told you!" he replied, his heart racing, unable to contain the giddiness bubbling inside.

"But I want to know~"

"More... than you for sure," he huffed out, rolling onto his side on the bed, the fabric of his sheets cool against his heated skin. He imagined you lying next to him, the two of you sharing secrets and laughter. Your fingers running through his hair.

"Well, I had work, and I cannot visit the shop daily, y'know. It's a blessing that your nephew got this idea to approach me. Or...was it yours?"

"It was his! I was just-- I agreed."

"I miss you too, y’know. Those captivating eyes, this gentle, soothing voice." The way you spoke made his heart race, filling him with warmth and longing. Each word from your lips felt like a spell, wrapping around him tighter with every passing moment.

Eventually the call ended, leaving him breathless and more determined than ever. He glanced at Rahim who entered back, with an almost mischievous smile on his face. "Looks like you're in deep trouble now, Uncle," Rahim teased, but all Habib could think about was how he would make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

And just like that, you both conversed for days, getting to know each other. Habib kept most things vague about himself, shrouding his past in mystery, but you knew better than to pry. Still, a part of him dreaded the day you might bring it up, fearing the vulnerability it would expose. On the other hand, he worried if you would ever uncover his history--a secret he guarded with every ounce of his being.

For now, though, he relished this new feeling, this blessing called love. If love is a curse, then he was ready to be a victim of it an infinite number of times, endlessly drawn to the light you brought into his life.

Part IV

[asiandramabitch]

[sadistmusings9]

I know, I know you're touch starved. Needy and desperate for attention. I love it, but don't crawl to me. Don't beg at my feet. Don't ask me for affection. You think you're needy? I'll drown you in my affections. You were starved of touch, of love remember? You can't be full yet, take it, take it all. I warned you, don't give me that sobbing anguished face. You can take it, take it for me. Endure my affection.

[melz-367]

whats your favourite Jake and Michael hc??

that Michael is like the clingiest person ever when Jake is around

like one minute he's snapping and swearing at some random Ares kid and throwing punches and kicking kneecaps and shit

and then Jake walks in, picks him up and drags him away, where the lil guy just sits on his lap like a happy lil koala getting his cuddles

they're so freaking cute

[namjoonult]

oh no i’m drowning overly clingy puppy bf theo save me….oh no overly physically affectionate theodore nott bf pls save me…….oh no obedient and whipped bf theo nott help

[jpriest85-blog]

Some Perfumare art for @pdrrook of Reed being clingy with my Allure MC Liz. Considering Liz has a very soft and curvy build Reed would take full advantage of boyfriend privlages during his romance save.

Granted he would have still used Liz like a human body pillow throughout their friendship once Liz knew him well enough to be comfortable with hugs and such. The only diference is their teens would have been more awkward due to the combination of Reed developing feelings and Liz being one of those girls who developed early. Although it does give more fuel of Liz and Flavio practibly being sibling since they both have dark hair and struggle with finding button up shirts that fit their larger chests.

I even headcanon Liz once spilled on her shirt when visiting the bar and Reed gave her one of his spares to change into. When she didn't return Reed went to check on Liz in the back room, she claimed she can't wear his shirt because it doesn't fit. They argue through the door for a bit before Liz finally opens it to prove to Reed she needs a bigger size. For a brief moment Reed relizes Alan may have a point about his cloth not being work appropriate, because not only is Liz pysically unable to button it up exposing a scandalous amount of clevage, the shirt is transparent enough that Liz's bra is clearly visible.