#guy is gonna be loved and doted on and occasionally looked at by my eyes

[scissorcraft]

its really funny to me having a really intense hyperfixation on isat and then also kinning two characters from it. its like "this is my blorbo bleebus i knew them in a past life and they are near and dear to my heart. i need to see them flung into the sun <2"

(#🔘🎀)

LMAO okay fr tho - not so much with isat bc the only one i need to fling to the sun is siffrin bc mood i need to be flung into the sun BUT! def feel this <3

[luveline]

If you’re looking for anything zombie!au for Steve, I’ve got a request! I sent it a while ago so if you don’t like the idea, please feel free to ignore!

I love that Steve has his own platonic soulmate—Robin—and has that person that will always be his friend no matter the circumstances. Their relationship means everything to me. I’d love to see reader maybe reunite with her “Robin”, as in her best friend and see her find that comfort in her person. Steve gets to see a new side of her and falls in love with her even more <3

zombie au —you reunite with your Robin. fem, 1.5k

“I’m grody.” 

“You’re not grody.” 

“I have greasy hair.” 

You shrug. Steve’s hair is a tad greasy, but it’s nothing you wouldn’t run your hands through. “Steve, I don’t think anybody alive today is judging you for having greasy hair.” 

You wanna call him baby, despite how foreign it can feel on your lips. He’s being adorable today, but the moment to dote on him passes quickly. Robin’s halfway across the campsite, her scratchy, mellifluous voice a ringer for her. You’d recognise it anywhere. 

“New recruits!” she’s saying, her head turning past her friend Sarah to spot you and Steve as you approach. “Hey, guys! Look, I lived.” 

Steve jogs until the gap between them is closed. “Hey, what did you do to your face?” he asks worriedly, his hand rising. 

She ducks away from his touch. “I got totally sliced.” 

“By who?” 

“This girl, Mina, she thought I was a geek, how gross is that?” Robin smiles at you. “I’m not that ugly.” 

“You’re not ugly,” you say. 

“I know!” 

Steve grins. “I wouldn’t be too sure.” 

“I know you don’t think I’m ugly, Steven.” 

You’re hit by two waves of memory, one after the other. The name Mina is hard to ignore: back then, before the end of the world, you had one good friend, and her name was Mina Delecki. You’d get into little spats like Steve and Robin do occasionally, but your friendship wasn’t as sarcastic. Which isn’t to say they aren’t loving, they are. Steve gives her arm a squeeze and promises to help her clean out the wound, and it reminds you of Mina and her scabbed knees. 

“She was nice, besides the attempted murder. They looked like they haven’t eaten in weeks though, the whole group, I’m surprised they didn’t try and rob us.”

“Well, not everyone is evil,” Steve says, wiping Robin’s cheek with his sleeve. “You’re okay?” 

“I’m fine. Does it look bad?” 

“Might need a butterfly stitch,” he says, grimacing. “It’s definitely gonna scar. Where is this Mina? I’d like to give her a piece of my mind.” 

“Steve, it was an accident.” 

“Well, maybe she should be aware that accidents aren’t usually subdermal.” 

“That’s a big word for you.” 

You roll your eyes. “Guys, come one. Did you eat?” you ask Robin. “Let’s go find dinner at the mess.” 

“Sure you’re okay?” Steve asks quietly. 

Robin lets him dote, for once. He slings his arm over her shoulder and steers her to the mess —a porta-building with a designated team of cooks reminiscent of your setup back at the College. There’s a small line by the door, but it’s not as busy inside as you’re expecting. You can spot the newbies from their skinniness, and their dirty clothes, but it looks like some of them have had a wash by the river, dripping hair wetting the backs of their necks. One girl laughs into her bowl of stew. Another cries. 

You know how it feels to be starving and afraid and then suddenly dropped into a community. It’s so scary, but it’s such a relief. 

“You wanna sit down?” Steve asks, rubbing Robin’s back before he lets her go. “What about you?” he asks you, turning away from her to offer you the same nice smile. “I can get yours.” 

“I’m alright.” 

Robin slugs off to a table at the back. “She looks really tired,” Steve says.

They take Robin because she’s slight; she can fit into places a lot of people can’t. But Robin wasn’t built for fighting, she still isn’t, and she’s obviously tired. 

“Well, maybe you should start putting your foot down,” you murmur, “you’re her family, so… if you say she shouldn’t go, maybe she won’t. And I don’t mean asking her not to. Maybe you should fight.” 

“I don’t wanna fight with her.” 

“Somebody took a slice out of her face,” you say. 

You know Robin likes you, even loves you, but it doesn’t feel like your place to get into that stuff. If somebody is gonna convince her to stay, it’ll have to be him. 

“I’ll talk to her about it.” He brings a hand to your waist. “I will, don’t worry. I don’t like it either.” 

“Your hand is cold?” you say. 

Steve tucks it quick as a flash behind your back, brushing your shirt up to touch naked skin. “Is it?” 

“You jerk.” You laugh louder than you mean to and step away from his touch. “This is why you need dinner, you’re freezing to death.”

Steve tries to get you again. He grabs you at the side, the chill of his hands palpable as he pulls you into him. Not to hold, but to be close while you wait, to take up as little room as possible. You both prefer proximity to each other. You let him warm his hands on your hips. 

You’re looking up into his face with a smile when someone says your name. 

A melodic voice. 

She says your name again and you feel it click. Mina’s on your mind, that’s all —yet you turn, and a familiar face is peeking out from behind wet, fine hair. An apocalypse, and somehow Mina Delecki hasn’t aged a day. 

“Mina?” you ask, holding Steve’s wrist tight on instinct. 

She rushes forward to meet you. Steve’s defences go up, his expression hardening as he pushes you behind him, but you slink around his rigid arm with a happy shout, “Mina!” 

Steve lets you go. You weave around a full table of onlookers with pushed out chairs and meet her in the middle, where she throws herself at you, a whirlwind of smell and touch. “Holy shit,” she says, sounding immediately wrought with tears, and joy, too. “I can’t believe you’re here!” 

You’re shocked out of speaking. 

Mina leans back. She holds your cheek, beaming so brightly, you’d forgotten how pretty she was. She is. 

“You’re alive!” she says, squishing your cheeks. “You’re here! Y/N, I looked for you!” 

“You did?” 

“I went to your house, you weren’t there, and we had to leave. I’m sorry, I thought… I missed you.” 

You’re further surprised. You did? you almost ask. “I missed you too.” 

She flings her arms around you for another hug. “I worried about you. Were you all alone?” 

“No, uh, no, no,” —you shake your head against her— “I had Steve. I have Steve. What about you?” 

“Well, my brother made us go to the Lake, but there was nothing that way, so we came back here. Thank god we did, ‘cos you’re here, this whole place, there’s so many people.” 

“There used to be more.” 

Mine squeezes you. “I missed you so much.” 

Your eyes finally burn. “I missed you too,” you say, hiding as your voice cracks. 

You and Mina just hug. 

Your shoulders give an embarrassing shake under her hands. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” she says, rubbing your back, her tone light, loving, and one you already know. “Don’t cry. I’m happy to see you, too.” 

“I’m so happy.” 

“That’s what I just said.”

You pull away from her to scrub your face. You’re laughing as you turn to Steve, excited, elated to introduce him. “Mina, this is Steve,” you say, taking his elbow into your hand, comforted by his arm slinking behind you. He pats your back. “He’s my boyfriend.” 

“King Steve?” 

Steve winces. “Just Steve.” 

“He’s nice now,” you say, grinning, “total reformation.” 

“Hi, Steve. My girl kept you alive, I’m guessing?” Mina gives him a smile, too. She’s only teasing, and Steve picks up on it easily. 

“She did… Hey, you’re not the Mina that cut a chunk out of Robin’s cheek, right?” 

“Hard to say. Which one’s Robin?” 

—

“Sorry, does it hurt?” Steve murmurs. 

Robin hugs her knees to her chest. “It’s fine, just be fast, please.” 

Steve knows it hurts. He’s dousing her wound with an antiseptic, he thinks it’s iodine, doesn’t really know. It’s not brown, but it smells strong. He washes the outside of the wound with a sterile gauze soaked in bottled water, and he pats it dry. The butterfly bandage he applies sticks at an awkward angle, but he pulls it closed tightly. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs again. 

“It’s fine. At least she got a friend out of it.” 

You sit a couple of metres away with some of the reserves of your candy haul and a few things you won’t miss. Socks, a sweater, a pack of chamomile soaps. Mina doesn’t want any of it, she just can’t seem to stop touching you. You’ve been holding hands for hours. 

“She seems really nice,” Steve says. 

“Gonna get jealous like you did with Eddie?” 

“She didn’t know Eddie before, she just likes him, which is weird.” 

“Not that weird.” 

“Maybe I am jealous,” he says. It’s strange to watch you hold hands with a new person, but it’s not like you and Robin haven’t done the same. The trust between you has solidified, and you use each other like pillows when you want to. “I don’t think I am? It’s nice to see her like that.” 

“Maybe you weren’t jealous at all, you just don’t like Eddie.” 

Steve laughs. 

There’s something about you, sitting there smiling, watching you talk a mile a minute as you explain something to her with no fear of judgement. You’re completely relaxed. 

“It’s actually really nice… to see her like that.” 

“You’re smiling like a creeper,” Robin says. 

“Whatever.” 

[crescenthistory]

#3 with Lee please!!!

hi sweetheart! in reference to your other ask, no worries about forgetting to put the letter, and thank you for your request<33 i love any and all excuses to write for my love lee

Prompt: E.3 "Is this okay?"

Words: 2k

Warnings: not proofread, smutty (mdni), kissing, touching/groping, nipple play, implied oral, very fluffy foreplay, hair pulling and skin scratching (lee receiving, he is a masochist you cannot change my mind), small choking reference, doting, not a lot of dialogue, cannibalism and homelessness references (bestie this is bones & all)

Note: in my mind, this is you and i, we've grown comfortable here lee and reader's first time. also, asking consent is so hot

Your nose is flooded with the scent of wildflowers and gasoline as the thick air lays heavily around you.

You chose a shabby bar nearby for dinner, the kind of place where people don't look too closely at strangers. It had been loud inside, stifling. The jukebox in the corner was playing some old country tune that didn’t quite fit the mood, but you did not bother to care. Lee led you to a booth toward the back, hand firmly in yours. The wooden seat stuck to the backs of your thighs and your eyes flicked all over, trying to take the place in.

When you ordered, you made a point of brushing your hand against his. The tiniest spark, but enough to let him know what you were thinking. When you leaned into him to talk over the noise of the bar, your lips too close to his ear, it had taken everything in you to pull back and act like it wasn’t deliberate. You saw the way his eyes lingered, how his hand tightened around the glass he was holding.

Lee always picked up on those small gestures, especially the ones you barely knew you were making. It almost scared you how much this boy could read your mind, how well he knew you by now – but even more so, it enticed you and softened your aching heart.

The night flurried away with the familiarity of the unfamiliar. The half-decent meal was devoured, a few drinks some guy sent your way was shared by you and Lee, your hands never not on the other's skin somehow. Eventually, you felt you had waited enough to pull him with you out of there, longing for fresh air, silence and him.

Months ago, you decided on a schedule where you try to scrape in enough money to stay in a shitty motel one night every two weeks. It came about when your back pain worsened and Lee grew worried for you, even when you told him it was no problem.

"If we can ease your pain in any way, that's what we're gonna do, sweetheart." You were simply not allowed any objections.

Motel nights were a small luxury, so it was bound to create some excitement, but recently it had been more than that. It gave you a different kind of privacy than the one you have grown used to on the road, and it created a new tension between you, one you were eager to snap. Stolen kisses building to something more.

Neither of you spoke much on the walk to the motel, Lee's arm around your shoulders. The parking lot was dim, the fluorescent lights overhead flickering every now and then, casting shadows across the worn asphalt. Your mind was racing so loudly that you were sure he could hear it, but you still couldn't help the content smile over your lips. You loved your little life with him, however unconventional and occasionally bloody, and you felt closer and closer to him every day.

Once safe inside the room, you sighed at the safety of a locked door and no strange men with travelling eyes and loud laughters. It was quiet save for the distant hum of the highway and the soft rasp of Lee's breath, two of your favourite sounds.

That very soft rasp grew closer as Lee came up behind you, tentatively circling his arms around your waist, drawing your back into his chest. His fingers stroked against your sides and you leaned into him with all your weight, tilting your head slightly to the side. Lee clearly took it as an invitation, leaning down to press slow, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. He kissed from the junction of your shoulder and neck up to a spot behind your ear he found a few weeks back that had made you moan, in search of those same beautiful sounds. You gave him what he wanted, and you could feel his smile against your ear.

"You are so beautiful, love," he whispered, fingers travelling under the hem of your shirt, barely skimming the skin there.

"Just beautiful, hm?" you teased. You turned around in his grip, body still flush against his, and placed your hands on the back of his neck to play with his hair.

His gaze bore into yours, darkening. "Beautiful, stunning, hot, unbelievably, painfully sexy. Whichever you prefer, darling, they're all true."

You smiled, bringing your face closer and closer to his, still keen on teasing him a bit. When you spoke, your lips almost brushed his. "I prefer yours actually."

He groaned at your words, closing the gap between you with almost bruising force, desperately kissing you.

You were never this brazen, treating this thing between you with delicacy, indulging yourself in kisses and touches, but no more. Tonight, though, whether it was your slight tipsiness, the motel or just that the longer you were around Lee, the more his every move sparked you up – you needed him.

Lee moved the two of you without breaking away from your lips, backing you up against the wall beside the bed. His hands were splayed against the bare flesh of your sides, kneading it sensually as he tried to press himself even closer to you. His lips moved against yours sloppily, his tongue swirling against your bottom lip and teeth, seeking yours inside your mouth. It was always messy with Lee, and you hadn't expected to be driven so crazy by it, but you were overwhelmed with it, trying to take in more and more of him.

When his lips trailed down your jaw to kiss the un-touched side of your neck, you realised you had forgotten to turn on the light. The room was lit up only by the purple hazy motel sign outside the window, and Lee looked painfully good bathed in it. Even from your angle, where you only saw his shoulder, part of his back and his hair with your hand tangled in it – it was perfect.

Lee tugged at your shirt and helped you out of it in seconds, fingertips dragging across your skin, leaving fire in their wake. The cool sensation of the wall against your back mixed with the heat of his hands made your thoughts become incoherent, now only filled with Lee.

You hooked your own fingers into the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer, crushing your lips to his in a way that told him everything. You slip your hands underneath it, letting your nails drag along his barely-there abs, up to his throat that you lightly squeeze. Lee's lips smiled into yours as he gave a soft moan that drove you to rip his shirt off as well, skin finally against skin.

His skin was softer than it had any right to be, given the life he leads, given the way his knuckles were scarred and his heart was walled off from everyone except you. You kissed him harder, like you were trying to draw him out from the place he always disappeared to inside himself. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you in, his fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make you gasp against his mouth.

And God, the way his mouth moved against yours – slow, then rough, then soft again, like he was trying to find some rhythm in the chaos of it all. Lee kissed like someone who had been starved for touch his whole life, as if this, you, were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world.

His mouth disappeared from yours again, pulling a soft whine from you that he chuckled at, breath tickling your skin. He placated you as he quickly dragged it down to your chest, licking stripes and leaving small bites in his path. How funny that the same teeth that tore flesh from bone could be so loving, so carefully enticing when on you. One hand on the small of your back, arching your hips into his ever so slightly, and another going up to your breast, palming and squeezing, with his thumb brushing over your nipple. In similar fashion, his doting mouth finally closed around your other nipple, flicking his tongue before drawing increasingly larger circles with it.

Your hands were back in his hair at that, clutching at it and tugging just barely – at the feel of his moan against your skin, you pulled harder, making his movements more desperate. Your chest was pressed against his mouth, squirming your hips against his body that was still flush with yours.

His teeth grazed over your sensitive skin and you mewled, sputtering his name between gasps. He looked up without his lips or tongue not leaving you and seemed to get drunk on the sight of you. When you flashed him a smile his expression immediately mirrored yours, revelling in the moment with you. The best of friends, venturing together into this, whatever it may be. His lips moved to your other breast, fingers taking over to placate the wet skin there.

"Lee," you whispered desperately. "I need you."

His face was up by yours again in a heartbeat, eyes searching yours for a second before crashing his lips onto yours once more, taking your bottom lip in between his and sucking. Meanwhile each of his thumbs find your nipples, rubbing circles on them, eliciting another moan into his mouth.

"You need me, sweet girl?" He asked in between kisses and you just nodded against him.

"Are you sure?"

You pulled back at that, hands moving from his hair to cup his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that had begun to grow there. He looked at you intensely, but you didn't see insecurity in his eyes – just curiosity, want, as if he needed to learn everything about you, right in this moment.

"I've always needed you, Lee. And I always will. Please."

He grinned, kissing you once, slowly, before dropping to his knees, kissing and licking across your chest down to your stomach, cheekily biting you to the left of your belly button. His hands moved to grab your ass, kneading quickly before tucking his thumbs into the bandwidth of your skirt, teasing it down a few centimetres. When you arched your back from the wall to help, he pulled it all the way down to the floor, helping you step out of it.

You were left leaning against the wall, holding onto his shoulders for dear life, wearing just your panties. Both of your breaths were coming in shallow gasps as Lee placed soft, sweet kisses to your upper thigh. He looked so beautiful on his knees before you and you moved a hand to touch his chin, making him look up at you. The amount of adoration pouring from his eyes made your stomach flip almost as much as feeling his breath on your most intimate parts did.

Maintaining eye contact, Lee kissed right above your panties, upper lip on your burning hot skin, lower touching the lacy fabric. His fingers teased the strings on the sides of your hips, a few of them slipping beneath, stroking your hips.

"Is this okay?" Lee asked. You nodded enthusiastically, aching for him, but his eyes still seemed inquisitive, wanting verbal confirmation.

"Yes, so okay. I want you."

His eyes darkened and he grinned mischievously. "Say it again."

"I want you, Lee, please."

That was the last bit of encouragement he needed from your desperate voice and another harsh pull at his hair. Lee leaned in to kiss you through your panties before finally pulling them off.

In the burning darkness the two of you created, you had never felt so full, loved and safe – all because of Lee.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

just a little thought for you to hold onto that i haven’t been able to get out of my head:

picture bucky and steve, steve being very put together, big business guy and them in a new relationship together. bucket teasing him about what names they’d call each other:

“what do you think about honey… sweetie… sir?” he giggles, so does steve, “master… daddy?” he stops for a second when steve stops rubbing up and down his sides, going stock still, thinking immediately that he’s crossed a line.

looking up into steve’s eyes he realises it’s exactly the opposite. steve’s eyes are almost fully black, releasing shallow breaths.

oh

oh he likes this

bucky smirks, “you like that? being called daddy?” pausing to bite his lip, “wanna take care of me daddy? i’d be so good for you,”

bucky lifts his arms around steve’s neck, linking his hands as he plays with the hair at his nape. batting his eyelashes, looking up playfully at steve, after a few seconds, he looks down again. steve takes his chin between his thumb and finger, lifting it up gently, as if he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“i know you would baby”

this is my first time writing anything close to this but i can’t stop thinking about it aaaaaaa-

I love that this is just--

And I mean no shade or disrespect by saying that whatsoever, that's one of my favorite tropes. Accidental kink discovery is 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Also, I know you were going specifically for daddy kink, but... with how you wrote this, it's also giving me ✨️housewife kink✨️ too. like. just. Big, put-together, polished businessman Steve and Bucky doting on him, maybe even poking him in the side or pinching his soft, fresh-shaven cheek, cooing about how domestic they're about to get with Steve's promotion and their new lifestyle, giving each other pet names like sweetie and honey and baby and other sugary nonsense, I just feel the housewife kink.

Picture it: Bucky doesn't have to work with the big bucks Steve is bringing in, so he tests the waters with a sabbatical, making sure he won't go insane without work to do, but he actually finds there's plenty of work. Cleaning and cooking and keeping the house together generally. It keeps up--with the occasional interjection of Daddy, not strictly just in the bedroom, it truly becomes a sweet pet name--until Steve puts the pieces together.

And then it's his turn to tease Bucky, cooing, "aw, honey, it's okay, I know your secret, you don't gotta hide it from me, doll. I know you just wanna be Daddy's lil wife. You do such'a good job takin' care a' me, usin' my money an' feedin' me, keepin' the house, and bein' so cute with all your tiny pajama sets. Flouncing around with this cute ass," he pinches said ass until he squeaks, turning pink. "I know what you are. I know what you want. You just wanna be Daddy's wife, hm?"

Bucky can't help the whimper he lets out.

"But, y’know, dollface, there's one thing you haven't done for Daddy..."

Bucky feels himself swoon into Steve's broad, suit-covered chest, desperate to know what he's not doing.

Steve chuckles, tilting his chin up with one finger, "you haven't given Daddy a baby yet, baby."

Oh.

"You gonna let Daddy own this lil body? You gonna let him knock you up? You gonna let Daddy let everyone know you're his? Hm? Doesn't that sound sweet, honey?"

Oh.

Bucky's knees are weak. There's nothing sweet about threatening to knock Bucky up 🥵

Anyway--

Oof 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I think it's safe to say that your first time writing something like this was a success. Thank you for the Thoughts™️

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hi, can you do a exo chanyeol best friends headcanon please, and what it’d be like to have him as a best friend. (With a younger reader) 🌸

hi hi!! thank you for sending this ask anonnie <3 tagging @onlymingyus bcs she needs to read that

tw: mentions of food and drinks, best friend!chanyeol, younger gn!reader

we all know yeol is a literal ball of sunshine and energy (his nickname is happy virus after all)

apart from being your bestie, he also acts like an older brother to you, really protective and doting and uwus like OH MY GOD

when he invites you over to eat takeout and he sees you playing with zzar and toben and they end up sleeping on your lap? he’s busting fucking heart eyes and melting on the spot 

he does regret introducing you to baekhyun bcs you’re a match made in hell - making his life a bit more painful (lovingly) - he lets it slide bcs he loves you both dearly

you occasionally bicker over who’s gonna pay for lunch/dinner/drinks 

“why can’t you let me pay for once?!”, “oh come on y/n just wanna spoil you a little bit”, “yeol, you always say that” “:P”

bear hugs. BEAR. HUGS. He’s literally a human fuzzy teddy bear/weighted blanket, hence why you always end up curled into his arms when you guys are having sleepovers

you always get the best sleep of your life when you sleep in his arms but chanyeol is literally restless and jittering bcs hello?? you look so cute when you lightly snore and your lips are formed in a sleepy pout and his heartbeat is probably audible even in your sleep?

in conclusion, chanyeol is majestically fucked <3

[workofheart]

jean kirstein relationship hcs

sorry for the inactivity lately y’all school is whooping my ass </3 in the mean time, have some modern jean relationship hcs bc i miss him

protective boyfriend #1 ♡ ♡ ♡ will not hesitate to yell at ppl if they’re mean or rude to you, he doesn’t want anyone coming near you like that. thinks his partner deserves the absolute best and will not tolerate people disrespecting you or even thinking of disrespecting you. he will defend you til the day he dies, even if it embarrasses you

asks the waiter for a new dinner when yours is undercooked and you’re too nervous to say something. if you’re a person w social anxiety or just don’t feel like doing something, he would do things for you no problem, whether its fetching you something, paying for you, ordering for you, etc. he’s not gonna tease you or make fun of you, he’s just happy to help

he’s a sappy drunk :’) when he’s hammered, he gets all clingy and drags you onto the couch to cuddle w you/hangs off of you while you walk home and tells you all about how he feels about you and how he wants to spend his life with you and have dogs and a cute home forever. has the cutest little giggle while literally pouring out his feelings for you 

and if you bring it up in the morning, you KNOW he’s gonna get so shy and red like “oh... i said that? haha...”

his biggest dream is just domesticity with you - like i mentioned, living somewhere beautiful in a nice house with a beautiful family or just you and him :( he really cherishes you and just dreams about spending his life with you. his “happy place” is very likely just the two of you sitting in a field by a river on a sunny day, maybe with some sandwiches and sparkling water, with all the time in the world watching ducks swim by

i imagine that you were previously friends before starting to date, but he’d been seriously pining for you since the beginning, just never wanted to make you uncomfortable and was too scared to say anything. he’d go home after hanging out w you and just sigh (probably yell into his pillow in frustration too but shh) bc he just felt like if it wasn’t you, then who else?

meanwhile you’re being so obvious that you like him back but he keeps reasoning that you’re just being nice and wouldn’t actually want him like that 

was ready to settle for friendship and just lock away his feelings when you just pulled him aside and confessed directly. he was a strangely confused yet happy daze for the following weeks

is a sucker for romance movies - likes imagining him and you in those scenarios, romanticizes your own relationship shamelessly. i feel like he’d enjoy 500 days of summer and... wait for it... clueless. I KNOW. it’s his guilty pleasure. also consider: he bawled his eyes out at the end of la la land.

loves beach dates! loves the beach, loves the boardwalk, loves everything about that summer atmosphere. waits in line to get you funnel cake and then you sit and eat, people watching and making up stories for everyone that passes by and just laughing while you enjoy the fresh summer air. in the arcades, totally the type to win himself a cute plushie but when ur like “omg!! is that for me?” he goes oh yeah haha.. but don’t think he doesn’t notice when you’ve been eyeing up a specific toy at the ring toss stand. he will not hesitate to play game after game until he gets it for you. 

lover of back hugs. he is so generous, literally towers over you no matter ur height, just wraps his arms around u and holds u <3 it makes you feel so safe and loved and that’s all he wants for you 

carries you wherever possible. up the stairs, down the stairs, from the kitchen to the living room and back. he always boasts about how easy it is to pick you up bc he’s strong and it boosts his confidence lol

constantly tells you how pretty he thinks you are. jean always thinks you look beautiful so he always compliments your outfits and your hair and your makeup, leans into ur ear to whisper it to u and make u giggle even when it’s just the two of you at home

on that note: always gets caught staring at you and he blushes so easily when you call him out for it. can’t stop looking at you over the top of his newspaper when you’re having breakfast in the morning, can’t stop looking at you while you’re making dinner for him, can’t stop looking at you while you work or study

for valentines/your birthday/holidays he always makes you cute handmade cards out of colored construction paper. he finds a new design every single time and spends so long on it, and finishes by writing out how he feels on the inside. can u just imagine him sitting at his desk, tongue poking out of his mouth with a glue stick in hand as he lays down different colored paper hearts :( 

teases you nonstop. always poking fun at you, probably make jokes about how “irresistible” he is and how you can’t keep away lol, thinks you look adorable when you’re flustered

u give him haircuts when it’s getting long, he sits on a stool in ur bathroom and u just give him a trim every once in a while. trusts you not to fuck it up (not that you ever would) and it always comes out so nice and it makes his heart swell just to have you there to do such intimate, sort of domestic things for him.

pet names! i know so many people have talked about this but it’s just so true. has tried everything in the book to see what you like, watches carefully to see how you respond so he knows, occasionally calls you something silly like “pookie” just to get a reaction out of you

needs verbal communication. jean always has so much on his plate and has a lot of insecurities, so he really needs that reassurance that you need him and love him every day until he can accept it for himself

favorite position to sleep in is him on his back with your head on that area between his neck and shoulder, holds you really close during the night. loves loves loves when you nestle into him and cling to him for warmth when you’re asleep. has trouble sleeping if you aren’t there

dotes on you so much seriously he is so sweet and caring, just so whipped for you. he is literally so weak and always gives into you just bc it makes you happy. you want to drive out for mcdonald’s at two in the morning for an apple pie and a shake? he’s getting his keys rn

nsfw below the cut (18+)

i think mostly everyone is in agreement that jean is a total pleasure dom - he spends all night getting you to cum again and again, always asking if you can give him one more

as mentioned earlier, teases. avoids giving you what you want at first, makes you use your words, and when when you do get it, you’re getting it. aka, overstim galore. he’s not stopping until you’re spent

so much dirty talk, asks so many questions to get you to talk. “louder for me, princess” type of guy. wants to reduce you to babbling with how good he makes you feel - the sounds you make get him so incredibly hard

he is also vocal bc he knows you like it. groans his name into your ear just to feel you clench, then laughs.

never forgets to mark you up, leaves hickeys all over your neck and chest and thighs. loves to look at them later on when you’re changing, and especially loves your reaction to seeing them for yourself

size kink!! this man is almost 6’3 so chances are he’s gonna be bigger than you regardless. likes being close to you, likes being in positions where he can see you, probably has an arm slung around your waist or back whenever the position allows for it so he can hold you close

pins your arms down, holds your hips to the bed so you just have to sink into the mattress and take it

every time he aims to fuck your brains out and make sure the only thing you’re thinking about is him and how good he makes you feel

his fingers are fucking magical, dear lord, he gets you so worked up and knows just how to touch you to make you squirm, loves seeing you go hazy and unravel on his fingers. his fingers are so long and gentle and stretch you out so nice + he knows exactly what to do, where to touch you, when to change his motions to get you there in minutes

needs to be kissing you when he makes you cum. swallows your moans, adores how you struggle to kiss him back with the pleasure he’s giving you

mirror sex is top tier for him, probably has one of those siding door closets w mirrors next to his bed so he can make you look at yourself and watch just what he’s doing to you

eye contact, will 100% grab your jaw to make you look at him, loves seeing you stare up at him through glassy eyes

literal KING of aftercare. takes such good care of you, gets you anything and everything you need, cleans up so well, gives you the world and more

[karabito]

GIVING HUGS & AFFECTION

☆ﾐ includes: kunigami & nagi

☆ﾐ A/N i have a soft spot for nagi, don’t attack me

☆ﾐ warnings: none, just soft bbys

Kunigami:

he doesn’t usually initiate hugs or any type of affection whatsoever besides maybe the occasional hand holding or a secret kiss on your cheek

he’s actually a bit shy and scared to ask if you actually want him to touch you because he feels like the topic of physical affection is more of an unspoken thing

if you do initiate hugs first though, watch out cause he’s falling deeper

while you’re hugging, he will literally adore and dote on you

if he’s feeling bold, he’ll stroke your cheek with his thumb lovingly before kissing you kanskjwn my heaRT

he likes to rest his head on top of yours

if you’re taller than him then he’ll put his chin on your shoulder and maaaaybe sneak in a kiss under your ear

if you’re not particularly affectionate, then that’s okay!

he wants to make sure that the relationship goes smoothly (even while knowing that there may be some bumps in the future which he can only hope will make your relationship stronger)

so he’ll shyly ask what you’re okay with and stick with those

one thing he really likes are bunny kisses though

just because he’s some powerful intimidating soccer player doesn’t mean he’s afraid to show a little love

which means secret bunny and pecks in public that increase once you’re behind doors

i’d say his love language is words of affection, he’s a very headstrong guy who doesn’t waver easily

so if you’re feeling down or insecure, he will make sure that you know you’re better than those bullies in your head (don’t listen to them >:()

he loves you wholeheartedly and while he understands that certain things can get to you at times, he wants you to know that he’ll be there to push them away

he also likes to do cheesy pick-up lines with you haha

Nagi:

i’m sorry, but you’re never gonna get this boy off of you—

he’s a lover boy who loves hugs but won’t outright say it

his hugs would be kinda lazy most of the time with him just slumping onto you so you kinda just have to hold his weight up for him

he usually initiates a lot of affection, whether he’s aware of it or not, but you’re like the charger to his phone when his social battery runs low so he’s usually seen hanging around you

though hugs are very common, kisses are kind of rare and i say ‘kind of’ only because he just doesn’t know how to initiate those

he’ll start thinking about it before giving up and just going in for the kill but hey, it works

when you pull away, the genuine love in his eyes is so apparent, he’s practically looking at you with heart eyes

but the only time you’ll see that (or even kiss for that matter) is when you’re by yourselves in either his room or yours

i cannot stress this enough about people who play on desktop— climb into his lap while he’s gaming

it’ll catch him so off guard but when he still manages to win, he’ll take the time in between games to silently adjust you so you’re both comfortable before resuming

when he just can’t seem to remember how to initiate a full-on kiss, he’ll settle for your temple instead

his love language is physical affection with a side of quality time

even if you guys aren’t touching in any way (which is almost impossible) or you aren’t talking, he just finds your presence more preferable than a few others

if your body runs on the colder side, he’ll use that as an excuse to hold you (as if he used excuses in the first place)

if your body runs on the warmer side, well guess what he’s still holding you but with the fan on so you don’t overheat

so yeah, even if you’re going on some far-away trip he’ll hold onto you subconsciously until he realizes that he can’t go on the plane without a ticket lmao

he just really likes you

[spinster-sisters]

ohh okay! so to kick it off, can we get ateez members’ reactions to their very successful partner taking them to a company party like their trophy wife/husband/partner — not in a derogatory way tho!! but just like,, flaunting the members around and going on about how handsome and hardworking and amazing they are, even though everyone’s attention should be on their partner in that big event?

This is very different from the stuff I normally write but honestly I had so much fucking fun doing it. Like genuinely this made me smile like an idiot the whole time.

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Hongjoong:

It's ur birthday or sum shit, but here's the dealio, he had some big work promotion at some smaller company. Most people haven't heard of it and it's nothing like the major corporation you work for so most people there just think of him as your trophy husband cuz he's so good-looking. while the party and presents were for you, you just could stop bring up how proud you were of him. He would immediately shut it down every time you brought it up, "yeah thank baby, I appreciate it. Hey, guys don't you think my baby is beautiful tonight?" Just won't let it distract from your attention no matter how much you bring it up. He doesn't think that he should be praised for doing what he should be doing. It's a nice sentiment and it makes him giggle but he wishes you would just let the guests congratulate you.

Seonghwa:

It's some work party on your behalf at your home. And Seonghwa planned the whole thing. Your not gonna deny you were just looking for a hot husband with social perks (read: rich parents and rich friends) but after meeting Seonghwa you genuinely fell so hard and so fast for how humble he was despite his wealthy upbringing, and you wanted to work even harder to provide him with the lifestyle he had always had at home. And he is happy to fulfill his house husband role for his doting partner. So yall are just happy and in love. Everyone at the party is your coworker and honestly, he would probably have just been your arm candy under any other circumstances, except you keep reminding people how great of a job he did getting everything set up. From a 5-star catering company to a live band, to imported wine from somewhere fancy, the whole thing took him weeks to put together and you will be dammed if he doesn't get the recognition for a job well done. He takes the praise blushing and mumbles quiet thank yous to all you and all guests who praise him, but he leaves it at that. If they ask him questions about the things around him he will keep his answers short and minimal yet polite before slipping away. Despite planning it, it isn't his party and he wants to keep it that way.

Yunho:

it's actually your friend's launch party for something or other. But you had a fair amount to do with the starting of the company as an investor and your friend had wanted to honor you as much as her. But here's the thing. Yunho's also pretty fucking cool, he doesn't have a permanent job, instead, he bounces around to all kinds of random things to keep himself entertained instead of just being at home all the time. the entire fucking time you're like "oh but have you heard what Yunho's been up to lately." He tries to one-up you with praise. Every time you say something cool he does, he brings up something cool you have done. And it just gets more and more intense as the night goes on to the point where the other giggles just fucking giggle cuz yall are so obvious in love.

Yeosang:

Yalls wedding is gonna be the social event of the year. You both come from very prominent families, but Yeosangs family got their money from fame not business. So when yall got engaged there was quite a bit of gossip about how "real" the relationship even was. Who the "throphy" was would change based on who you asked and it was getting annoying reading all the headlines. It was your wedding shower, and it was no secret that most of the people there were there for you and not him, but he couldn't care less. People kept coming up to you trying to talk business, and you were endlessly shutting them down because this was a day for both you and your soon to be husband, not for social climbers to try and get on your good side. The wonderful thing about Yeosang however is how much he can read you emotions even when you are trying to hide them. His course of action was simple. You both just fucking leave. You both had already talked to your actual friends and at a certain point you couldn't be bothered to keep up appearances with people who didn't respect both of you equally. So you left. Probably went and got some food in your cocktail attire. Much better use of time anyway.

San:

You're some kind of model or something. So it's like fashion week. So the whole time u have cameras shoved in your face and are being followed everywhere you go. But ur mans San is also incredibly beautiful, so you play a little game where whenever you go out all you do is put on sweats and a hoodie and you bring him out with him dressed in full fashion week regalia so the photographers are fucking confused who they are supposed to be taking pictures of. He thinks it's funny ao he plays along, wearing whatever you put him in and posing dramatically for literally every photo he can. You two go through the posted photos absolutely howling at them all night.

Mingi:

Your some big-time producer and Mingi is this like an underground rapper. Yall have been together long before you ever made it big and back before you got the job you lived almost exclusively off Mingi's part-timejob. But now the turntables have flipped and he can live mostly of your income allowing him to focus on his music and yall wouldn't have it any other way. But here's the shit. Some dopey fucking pop star you produce for comes over for dinner and makes a "joke" about mingi being a freeloader and you get so fucking petty. Especially after seeing Mingi's dejected face. So basically you help mingi produce a professional track and release it legitimately and not just on SoundCloud or in some shitty nightclub, and it fucking blows up way more than the other person music ever did and you just do nothing but talk up how amazingly talented Mingi is to your boss and he gets signed after the other person is dropped from the label. It's a great time.

Wooyoung:

Allow me to paint you a picture(this is a pun just wait for it.) Your an artist 😃 and Wooyoung is your husband and your muse. Almost everything you paint is either of him or reminds you of him. And your opening this big art exhibit and it's just this super fancy cocktail party with all the art snobs in the city and of course you bring him. As soon as yall walk in people immediately notice he's the guy in all the paintings and you're just like "yes isn't he stunning" and he's like "yes I am stunning" he's only half kidding. Whenever you go on and on to some art blogger about your muse he just sits there drinking it in with a smirk on his face, occasionally adding things like how you owe your success to his beautiful face. In that case, he's completely kidding cuz he knows damn well your talented enough to make anything beautiful with or without him.

Jongho:

ima say you married rich. You didn't have much growing up but Jongho has done nothing but spoil you. Despite the fact he came from a big business family, singing has always been his passion. When you begin to work in his father's company you rise through the ranks alarmingly quick due to your skill. It's some party for your father in laws retirement and everyone coming up to you betting your gonna be the next CEO. Here the thing though, Jongho left the company not long after you joined, so he could pursue singing and most people there haven't seen him since then and they keep giving him side-eyes, clearly thinking he threw his life away and he's just gonna be your "trophy husband" for the rest of his life. Not on your watch homie. You expected this so you and your supper supportive father-in-law set aside time for him to perform to the whole room and you're standing there all proud and satisfied as all your coworkers are dumbfounded at his amazing talent.

[jeonqqin]

hyung line: they’re rough with you

request: nope

warning: (hooboy) smutsmutsmut, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation

word count: 2.5k

a/n: should i do the maknae line???

read maknae line here

©jeonqqin

Chan:

your boyfriend was always so sweet to you.

whether it was in public or behind closed doors.

he was so doting and treated you like royalty, especially during sex.

it was always about you and your pleasure.

but you knew he was holding back on something.

there would be moments where he’d clench his jaw to prevent himself from saying something, or when you could feel his muscles shake as he attempted to slow down his pace without losing complete control.

he wasn’t very good at hiding it.

so you were ready to give him the little push he needed.

“baby, i’m back! sorry for not telling you, but the guys wanted to go get dinner and my phone died—”

you were the one to tell them to take him out for dinner.

you needed time to get ready.

“in here, Channie.” you called from your bedroom.

he obliged, eager to see his beautiful girlfriend and cover you in kisses after a stressful day.

but he definitely wasn’t ready to walk into the trap you set for him.

his breath was knocked out of him at the sight of you on the plush bed on your knees.

and seeing your legs spread wide was such an inviting sight.

you looked so soft for him—

wearing a pair of milky white lingerie and your favorite fluffy socks that you always wore around the house.

Chan didn’t know where to look.

especially with that little white collar around your neck.

“baby, what’re you doing?”

you blushed at his question, suddenly a little unsure of your decision.

“trying to look pretty for you…”

he smiled with a small chuckle, taking the last few steps to stand in front of you. “you always look pretty for me.”

your chest swelled.

“now i want you to make me look messy.”

Chan’s eyes widened slightly at your tone.

you were pouting like a child and it really did something to him.

he didn’t even notice he was lifting his hand to touch the metal piece of the collar that was cold against your skin.

“want me to make you all messy, pretty baby?”

there was a purr to his voice that sent a chill down your spine.

finally.

“mhm, i want you so bad, Channie.”

he tisked as his long fingers danced across the soft skin of your throat.

“that won’t do,” he hummed, looping his finger under the thin leather of the collar. “pretty baby needs to be more polite when addressing me, don’t you?”

he suddenly tugged you closer with a surprising amount of force, your face parallel to his chest.

“yes.” you looked up at him with a barely held whimper. “sorry sir.”

he paused.

it would do.

“that’s my good girl.”

he didn’t waste time—he had been waiting for so long to let loose and not hold back.

though he didn’t want to overwhelm you with the full force of his dominance, he had still brought you to tears of ecstasy.

not to mention your newly discovered strength kink—

Chan’s hands gripped your waist, leaving red marks all over your skin as he pounded into you from behind.

you knew the pillow he had your face pressed into was being soaked with tears and drool, and you could honestly care less.

the only thing you could focus on was the tight grip around your hips and the feeling of Chan’s big cock ripping you apart.

he had thrown your pretty bra off to the side, but kept on your underwear so you could feel the lace dig into your skin as he moved it to the side.

with three quick strikes to your already abused ass, Chan released your hips in order to flip you into your back with very little effort.

the action pulled a whiny moan from your lips.

“d’you like being thrown around?” he groaned, stilling his thrusts for a moment to grab a fistful of your hair. “like it when i beat you up babygirl?”

you cried out as he pushed his cock back into you. “yessir—love it so much sir.”

his breaths were heavy in your ear as he occasionally bit at your neck to leave as many marks as he could.

so there were too many to cover up.

“gonna look so pretty—” he dipped his head down to leave some hickies across your chest. “all bruised up for me.”

another sharp slap came down onto your thigh, pulling a broken moan from you.

“please sir.”

“that’s it, so good.” Chan grunted into your mouth as he lifted back up to attack your lips.

your scalp ached with each long, hard thrust—Chan relishing in each little whimper that you released when he tugged harder and harder.

he couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful with all the little red bruises scattered along your neck and chest, and the wetness of your eyes drove him absolutely crazy.

“you wanna cum for me, baby? come on, time to make daddy’s cock all messy.”

Chan smirked as you cried out as your orgasm hit.

he absolutely couldn’t wait for next time.

Minho:

you had caught bits and pieces of Minho’s true intentions when the two of you made out and cuddled.

the occasional caress of your neck or hard squeeze of your ass.

and holy shit you’d have to be blind not to see the way his hips moved when he danced.

it was sinful—to put it lightly.

but since your relationship was so new, you hadn’t really had sex.

sure there was oral, but you still hadn’t gone all the way.

mostly due to Minho being a gentleman.

but fuck you wanted to do it.

you had been teased for long enough.

so one day when you found yourself in your boyfriend's lap, his hands holding tightly onto your waist, you decided to push on his buttons just a little.

intentionally, you rolled your hips into his, nipping on his lip.

“watch it babe.” he warned.

you snickered, only dragging your ass harder against him, suppressing a moan by biting down on your lip.

he was growing hard.

“why? what’s wrong?” you teased.

Minho groaned as he felt himself twitch in his jeans. “you’re asking for trouble, babe.”

“maybe i want trouble.”

and you honestly weren’t too surprised when he flipped you over onto the couch, nearly ripping your clothes off your body in the middle of the living room.

and the fact that he was fully clothed over you was enough to have you dripping.

but you had actually yelped in surprise when he pulled his cock out from his jeans and brought it down onto your wet pussy in a quick slap.

“you think you deserve this cock?”

he slapped your pussy once again with his dick.

you whined.

“not so mouthy now huh? what happened to that spark?” he smirked at your neediness, another whine leaving your lips.

“i swear to god, Minho.”

his eyebrows raised in fake surprise.

“oh?” he leaned back, taking a moment to run his hand over his hard dick. “what? gonna say something?”

fucking arrogant prick.

why did you love it so much?

“you might want to be a little sweeter to your boyfriend, baby.” he briefly ran the head of his cock against your hole, only to pull back and continue to stroke himself.

you whined, suddenly feeling boneless.

you resolve was gone.

“please, i want your cock so bad.”

he hummed, pumping his dick in his hand as he contemplated your plea’s.

it was torture.

“well, since you asked so nicely.”

and suddenly his dick was slamming into you with surprising accuracy.

you were hardly ready for it.

“ah, fuck. that’s right, you little brat. my dick can shut you right up.”

“shit, Minho—”

“didn’t i tell you—” he slammed into; hard and fast. “to shut up?”

you could’ve sworn you heard the couch slide against the floor.

but then his hand was clamping down on your throat, and you were grabbing onto his wrist on instinct.

surprisingly, he allowed it, only smirking as you whined and cried beneath him.

“this is what happens when you don’t listen. my little brat gets punished.”

he pounded hard into you as his grip tightened on your delicate throat.

it was heavenly.

and hearing his moans and grunts in response to your whines was so worth the bruises you would have in the morning.

you got louder as your high approached.

“you gonna cum? is my cock gonna get you off?”

you rasped against his hand. “y-yes—yes, please.”

“good, now wait until i say so.”

Changbin:

to say that your boyfriend had an oral fixation, would’ve been an understatement.

Changbin loved your lips.

he could spend hours just running his fingers across them at any time of the day.

but you didn’t exactly know the extent of his love for your lips until you had your mouth around him for the first time.

his fingers were threaded in your hair as he lightly guided you up and down on his cock, his head thrown back against the back of his office chair.

he seemed so stressed—getting ready for the comeback and all.

so you had walked into his office to help him de-stress.

how you ended up on your knees—you didn’t know.

“fuck, sweetheart,” Changbin groaned, running one hand through his hair. “your mouth is so good.”

you hummed around him eagerly, looking up at him through your lashes.

he only moaned louder, gripping your hair tighter.

“yes, so fucking wet and hot.”

Changbin wasn’t usually one for dirty talk, but there was no way he could help it with the way you sucked him so well.

his hips bucked up unintentionally as you took him deeper, his eyes squeezing shut and his cheeks heating in embarrassment.

he was acting like an amateur all because of your mouth.

he was quickly preparing to apologize, the words on the tip of his tongue—

but you took him again with no complaints.

the sight nearly had him cumming then and there.

“shit, that’s so—” but he was cut off by his own moan.

you lifted from his cock with a coy lick to the tip, bringing a groan from his lips.

you briefly ran your hands over his filled out biceps and broad shoulders with a smile.

his reactions had you thinking—

“do you want to fuck my mouth, Binnie?”

his heart nearly stopped.

“can i...?”

you licked your lips.

without a verbal response, you took his dick back into your mouth.

but this time you just let it rest on your tongue, looking up at him with wide, expecting eyes.

he was a little hesitant at first, slowly bucking up into your mouth.

but as you took him with more than enough excitement, he finally let go.

and he wasted no time in fisting your hair with both hands and fucking into your mouth.

he quickly decided that he loved to hear you gag on his cock.

“fuck, yes. such a good little mouth for me.” he panted as he held you down around his dick, listening to you choke, before pulling you off for a second to breathe.

the sight of you all fucked out with tears running down your cheeks and your lips covered in spit was downright deadly.

you felt him twitch against your tongue before he pushed you back down.

in all honestly, he was pushing your limits.

but in the best way.

every time he’d hit your throat you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

it wasn’t something you expected to like, that was for sure.

but he fisted your hair even harder and bucked his hips uncontrollably—

he couldn’t for the life of him stop, even if he wanted to.

“fuck, sweetheart, i’m gonna cum.” he felt himself choke on his words.

you squeezed his thighs—a sign Changbin took as a good one.

“fuck, you’re gonna let me cum in that sweet mouth of yours then, huh?” he hummed, lowering one hand to brush the stray hair from your face. “that’s good. you’re so fucking good for me.”

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin was a true romantic at heart.

he loved you to no end and got needy whenever he was too far away from you.

which meant you were in for lots of cuddles when he came back from his tours.

and for the most part, it wouldn’t go past cuddling.

it would stay innocent.

but other times, he’d be a little more needy.

and he’d end up dry humping you in whatever position you were cuddling in, until the two of you came in your pants.

but that was usually the extent of it.

it was only when their tour had lasted longer than usual that you finally discovered the full extent of his need.

you promised him you’d stay up until he got home—but it was already past midnight and you were so tired.

and his flight was being pushed back another hour.

you really didn’t think you’d fall asleep on the couch.

it was a little uncomfortable, so you figured that would be enough to keep you awake.

but the weight of your eyelids had gotten to be too much.

so when Hyunjin entered your apartment to see you curled up on the couch with only a sweater—his sweater—and a pair of royal blue lace underwear,

he didn’t know whether to coo at how adorable you looked or rip the underwear from your body and devour you then and there.

he figured he could do both.

so, with a soft laugh, he scooped you up into his arms and carefully carried you into the bedroom.

unconsciously, you curled into him.

he bit his lip to hold in his coo’s.

he was still dirty from the travel, but he didn’t care—all he wanted was you.

he really missed you.

you didn’t even remember falling asleep.

and suddenly you were being forced awake by an approaching orgasm.

your eyes peaked open, tears already clouding your vision by the time you figured out what was happening.

Hyunjin was staring up at you from between your legs, his full lips wrapped sinfully around your clit.

you could feel him smirk against you as he noticed you looking.

he pulled away from you with a pop.

“look who’s awake.”

“H-Hyunjin, please—” you whined but you were cut off by him suddenly pushing two of his long fingers into you.

“awe,” he cooed as you moaned at the feeling of his fingers hitting all the right places inside of you. “dumb baby can’t talk because of her boyfriends fingers?”

you whimpered, feeling a tear finally drip down your cheek.

he looked sympathetic as you wiggled against his digits, pumping them slowly into you.

“slutty baby,” he bit into your thigh to pull a cry from your lips. “doesn’t know anything else. just here to be my little fuck toy, isn’t that right?”

you nodded without any coaxing from him, and to say he was very pleased would’ve been an understatement.

“wanna be your toy, Jinnie.”

you tugged on the soft fabric of his shirt, threading the material between your fingers.

his fingers sped up at your words, a low groan rising from his chest as he bit your thigh once again—even harder than the last.

desperation looked good on you.

“baby just wants her Hyunjinnie’s fat cock to fill her up until he cums. doesn’t matter how she feels, as long as she gets her Jinnie off, right?”

“yes please.”

he kissed the mark he left on your thigh before pulling his fingers from your core, relishing in the way you cried at the loss.

he shushed you, sliding his wet fingers against your mouth and smiling at the way it made your lips shine—

though he was taken a bit off guard as you took them into your mouth, licking your own juices from his fingers.

“baby’s more of a whore than i thought.” he hummed as he pushed his sweats down his legs and threw his shirt off to be dealt with in the morning.

your face heated at his words, a small whine leaving your throat.

he chuckled, lowering himself down to press a soft kiss against your slick coated lips.

“don’t worry, little slut.” he whispered against your mouth, slowly pushing his long cock into you. “i’m gonna fuck you dumb.”

[hanatiny]

[1:48] Exhausted

disclaimer: pic isn’t mine, credit goes to its original owner uwu

a/n: h-hello… can’t believe the first piece of writing I post on here is a smut,,,, yet here we are. feedback is appreciated, hope you enjoy :)

genre: smut

pairing: Hongjoong x reader x Seonghwa

word count: 1356

It was nearing 2 am when Hongjoong, visibly exhausted, got back to the dorms. He was ready to just spend the night with his loving girlfriend, sharing the occasional kiss and cuddling in his bed until they both eventually fell asleep, and he knew you’d be waiting for him. What he didn’t expect to see, however, was you cuddled up to Seonghwa, seeming awfully friendly, and a spark of what he assumed to be jealousy caused his eyes to darken with a low growl as he dropped his bag and started walking towards you.

You didn’t even hear him come in, engrossed in your conversation as you were, so you jumped in your seat with a yelp when he nipped on your earlobe. “Didn’t know you were so close to my hyung, babygirl…”, he whispered. A shiver ran through you at his comment. “I… We’re not as close as you think…” “Is that so?” He pulled away from you. “Explain this, then.”, he demanded, gesturing to Seonghwa’s arm around your shoulders and his hand resting on your thigh, dangerously close to your core. “Well, um… I…”, you stuttered, unable to form a coherent answer to your lover’s question with how piercing his eyes were as he stared at you, eyebrow raised. You dropped your gaze to your lap, face flushed red.

He sighed loudly and shared a look with Seonghwa, nodding at him. You heard your boyfriend hum and looked up at him.

“Joongie…?”, you called for him, promptly being ignored as he walked around to the front of the couch you were on so he could passionately claim your lips with his, your arms wrapping around his neck with a soft moan. Your eyes flew open when you felt Seonghwa’s hand creep to in-between your legs and palm your heat through the thin fabric of your panties, and you pulled away from Hongjoong with kiss-swollen lips, just in time to catch the mischievous glint flashing through his eyes as he smirked.

A shudder went through you when he spoke, voice hardly above a whisper as his hands slid up and underneath your thin shirt while Seonghwa pulled his away. “Kitten, if you’re going to be this greedy and make it this obvious, we’ll have to make sure you’re given a proper punishment~”

He turned you around, pulling your lower half into his lap, the rest of your body colliding with Seonghwa with an “oof”.

“Well? Get to work, princess.” You couldn’t tell who gave the order, mind already hazy from arousal as you muttered a “yes sir” and unbuckled Seonghwa’s belt with shaky hands before watching him pull his pants and boxers off in one swift movement. You swallowed nervously at the size of his cock, unsure of whether you could take it entirely. Your boyfriend eagerly nudged you from where he sat, stroking your thighs affectionately, causing you to take a deep breath and take as much of Seonghwa’s length into your mouth as you possibly could, realizing with shock how big he actually is. “H-Hwa…”, you whined weakly as he ran his hand through your hair, giving an experimental thrust of his hips and making you gag slightly.

“Fuck… you should’ve told me how good her mouth is.” Hongjoong hummed at his friend, amused, as he pulled your panties off, the cold air hitting your heat causing you to shiver involuntarily.

“We’ve barely done anything to you, and you’re already dripping? I had no idea you were so hungry for cock, love…” You wiggled your hips a bit in an attempt to coax him into doing something and, to your surprise, it worked – you had no idea when he freed his dick from its confines, but you definitely weren’t complaining when you felt him teasingly press his tip against your entrance and you let a strangled yelp escape your mouth.

You were a little anxious about this whole situation initially, but you had a safeword in place and knew that neither of the guys would ever hurt you on purpose, and so you pushed yourself back onto your boyfriend’s cock while digging your nails into Seonghwa’s thighs to ground yourself.

“So willing to be ruined by us, doll, so pretty and obedient…”, the latter breathed huskily, at the same time as Hongjoong burying his cock as deep inside your pussy as he could. You keened as he leaned forward, sucking on your neck.

…And then he thrusted, hard, pushing you further down on Seonghwa’s cock and causing you to choke. As if there was a secret pact of sorts between the two men, Seonghwa gave another thrust, bottoming out inside of your throat and making a broken moan slip past your lips. What happened in the next few seconds was mostly a blur to you, mind already clouded from pleasure, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing considering who was responsible for it.

You finally lost it when both Hongjoong and Seonghwa started thrusting into you at same time, their cocks stretching both of your holes oh-so-deliciously and you couldn’t help mewling excessively loudly, the feeling being overwhelming and your jaw going slack.

When your lover then reached forward to pinch your clit, subsequently changing the angle he was pounding into you at, you just about screamed, melting into him as you sloppily continued working your tongue on the other’s length and dug your nails into said male’s strong thighs. Hongjoong moaned lowly into your ear, voice husky and seemingly an octave or two deeper than usual, as he kept on playing with your body and using it to quench his desire. “Daddy’s so proud of you, sweetheart… Such a good little slut, taking our cocks so well…”

You heard Seonghwa groan, leaning up in your drunken haze to look at him with his hand still pulling on your hair, and with how he twitched in your warm mouth, you could tell he was close, and all it took for him to release himself down your throat was a well-placed swirl of your tongue on his tip and he let out a loud moan, smirking at seeing you swallow every single, sweet drop he was giving to you with his continuously bucking hips before he eventually softened and pulled out of you, letting go of your hair as well.

Your face hit the couch cushion cheek-first once Seonghwa had moved away a bit, and you panted while Hongjoong continued drilling into your tight heat like there was no tomorrow. “P-please~ I’m gonna… gonna cum, daddy. C-can I~?”, you whimpered pathetically, desperately hoping your boyfriend would be swayed by your begging and say yes. “Hm~ With how nicely you’ve been behaving, I might as well let you. Cum on my cock, princess.”

That was the final straw for you it seemed, your walls fluttering around his throbbing dick uncontrollably, your whole body spasming as you screamed out your orgasm for the world – or neighborhood, rather – to hear. You were promptly silenced, however, when you felt a hand wrap around your throat and squeeze it gently, your eyes snapping open as your back arched underneath Hongjoong. He pushed himself to the hilt inside of you with a grunt, hitting your sweet spot just right, and painted your insides white with his cum before eventually pulling out when he had finished, watching with a chuckle when you briskly shivered as some of it spilled out of you. “I love you, and I love the way you let me fill you up every time…”

He cooed affectionately, picking you up carefully and making his way to the bathroom with you. “Now let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”, he doted on you, tilting his head back to signal Seonghwa to come with, his exposed neck too tempting not to nip on and he hummed, amused.

He did love you and he won’t lie, he really enjoyed seeing you choke on his friend’s cock so willingly. Unbeknownst to him, you had enjoyed that session more than you let on, and will definitely attempt to bring up the wish to repeat it, maybe even with switched roles…

[wastelandcrown]

all’s fair in fake love and gore

CHAPTER 1: (un)predictability

Summary: Roman and Patton have been dating for a while, and it’s fine. Remus doesn’t care. Unfortunately, it’s another excuse for his family to put Roman on a pedestal. Except that, through a turn of events nobody expected, Remus ends up pretending to be madly in love with his close friend Logan for his family’s holiday trip. Both parties are convinced nothing will happen between them. Roman and Patton, however, are terrible meddlers who believe in the power of love.

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Lightly tense family dynamics, Remus being Remus, OCs for family members (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: Listen-I hate the holidays but I live for this trope. I’ll try my hardest to do it justice and make it work. Name was suggested to me by the lovely @grayskiesrainyskies, thank you ma’am!!

Pairings: Intrulogical, Royality, Creativitwins

Two hours. It’s just two more hours. He’s reasoning with himself against all odds, but the urge to slam his head against the dining table is palpable and he’s barely holding it together. Remus had always hated family dinners, he hadn’t even bothered going up until recently. Adulthood was messy. Family was messier. More accurately, Remus was the mess of the family. Roman and him had long since mended their relationship, they even hung around in the same circle! That only made it worse when Roman and their mutual friend Patton started dating. It’s not that he wasn’t happy for them, he was. Their fluffy, happy, fairy-tale romance was something out of some god damned Disney movie, and Remus was so happy someone put up with Roman’s hopeless romanticism. Except now, because the family loves Patton.

He’s spent the entire night being as family friendly as he possibly could. It was a tiring effort to be dressed up like a “normal person”, without any makeup or accessories, and placating the old fleabags that he happened to be related to. Even then, he got the typical onslaught of negative attention. He didn’t even care. He didn’t, he really really didn’t. What made the dinner so wildly unbearable was Patton’s existence. He got along with everyone in the family, helped out with cooking, set the table, watched the kids, and was entirely sweet and rated-G. The family doted on him. Remus and Roman’s parents told Roman that Patton was “the one”. Both pairs of grandparents called him a “sweet young man” who was “the perfect homemaker for Roman”. Ugh. Perfect Roman, perfect Patton, and their perfect romance. 

Dinner came, and now the family can’t seem to stop asking them happy little questions. The kids table even came over with the occasional curiosity about Patton and Roman. Remus could tell Roman’s calm and polite demeanor was shattering around question thirty. Even Patton was tired at question fifty. Then Aunt Patty had to open her stupid mouth.

“Well Patton,” She says with a wide smile, “You really are such a great young man! It’s quite the blessing that you’re with Roman.”

There it is. That’s what Remus has been waiting for all night. 

“Aunt Patty, please,” Roman mutters, putting his head in his hands.

“Uhm, I’m not really sure what you mean!” Patton laughs nervously, genuinely confused about what she means. 

The table laughs, and Aunt Patty continues, “Oh, well, I just mean that you chose the right twin!”

Roman succumbs to the urge and lets his head slide onto the table, his hands are behind his head and squeezing at his neck. Patton stares at Aunt Patty like she’s gone mad. Remus slips his butter knife off the table and stabs the back of his hand with it. It hurts, but skin doesn’t break. Most of the table laughs. His parents, his grandparents, his aunts and uncles, his adult cousins. They all laugh at the prospect of someone so nice dating someone like Remus. He stabs his hand again, harder this time.

His mother pipes up next, and Patton looks as if he’s going to lose his mind, “It’s a blessing really! If Remus brought someone home they’d probably be crazier than he is!”

“We really are lucky he doesn’t keep partners around for long!” Says his grandfather, and the table laughs again. Remus stabs his hand again.

He can see the gears of Patton's brain working as Roman sits up, “Guys,”

There’s something dangerous behind Patton’s eyes, “Can we please,”

Patton smiles in a way that makes Remus panicky, “Just leave Remus alone?”

He’s got a devious plan, and Remus can tell by the way he places a soft hand on Roman’s shoulder.

He brightly says, “See, Remus, this is why I told you you should have brought him!”, while making the most innocently intense eye-contact Remus has ever had. 

Patton has been spending way too much time with Janus. 

Everyone goes silent. Even the kids, which is a miracle. Remus stabs himself in the hand for the fourth time, the skin breaks. His blood gets onto the sleeve of the white button-up Roman lent him. 

“Remus,” His father speaks very softly, “Do you have a partner?”

Patton smiles at him again, he thinks it over once or twice, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Why didn’t you bring them?” His mother asks with excitement clear in her voice.

Remus scowls, and everyone knows why, “You literally just fu-freaking laughed about his mere existence.”

One of his uncles clears his throat and breaks the silence, “H-How long have you been with them?” 

“Six months.” Remus lies, he hopes the three of them can act well enough to pull it off.

That amount of time is five months longer than any of his previous flings, and his parents erupt into dramatic cries, “You haven’t told us after half a year!”

“I told Roman and Patton!” He yells back, turning back to his food and shoving some in his mouth to angrily chew.

“Roman! Patton! Who is it? Do we know him? Is it serious?” His father has stood up and has leaned over the table to interrogate the pair. 

“Do-” Roman starts, and Remus knows he’s doomed, “Do you remember my friend, Logan?” 

Remus kicks Roman under the table. As hard as he possibly can. His father stops moving, his mother drops her fork. 

“You’re lying.”

“He’s not!” Patton chirps, “None of us expected it either but they’re very cute together!”

“Is Logan that stuck-up boy from their high school graduation who kept talking about following the proper protocol?” His grandma asks with a surprisingly shocked expression.

“That’s the one!” Roman points as he speaks, then the entire family has their eyes on Remus again. 

“What? Are you looking for some explanation or something? He’s smart and he’s hot and he respects my choices,” Remus scoffs out, getting out of his chair and taking his plate to the kitchen, “I’m not talking about this anymore.” 

Patton and Roman follow him into the kitchen with their plates. As he scrapes his plate into the trash, he gives Patton the most intense glare. 

“Remus, I’m so sorry-” Patton pauses, and snatches him by the hand, “Did you stab yourself!?”

The next two hours, nobody brings anything up. It’s a breath of fresh air to have them shocked into respecting his damn privacy. Family leave or head to bed. The only people left awake when the trio are leaving are the twins' parents.

“What do you want, dad?” Remus asks when his father approaches.

His father gives a smile that he assumes was supposed to be warm, and opens his mouth to speak.

“Dad, Remus and I should really be going,” Roman cuts in, probably to try and save Remus from a potentially foreboding conversation.

Roman is pushing Patton and Remus towards the door, their dad chuckles. They must look fairly comedic with Roman angrily pushing against their backs as they stand without budge.

“Remus, you know the family’s winter trip is coming up,” 

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” He rolls his eyes, and Patton smacks him upside the head.

“Your mother and I would like to extend the invitation to Logan, to get to know him.”

The room is so silent, you can almost hear Aunt Patty snoring in the guest room. Despite everything, Remus can’t bring himself to just say “no” to this offer. The family Cabin is huge, beautiful, quiet, and has a very nice library. Y’know, rich people shit. It really does seem like something Logan would love under different different circumstances. 

He agreed to ask, but he was sure Logan would say no.

“No.”

Called it. Remus knew that even if himself, Roman, and Patton groveled and begged, Logan was not going to budge.

“Logan! It’s only two weeks!” Roman pleads.

“You need a break anyway! What’s more relaxing than being my little boytoy!” Remus grumbles, he’s only partially joking. Logan does need a break, he can tell.

“Okay but have you seen their cabin?” Patton asks in the innocently excited way he tends to do.

That piqued Logan’s interest. He looks at Patton and inquisitively moves his eyebrow vaguely upwards. Roman opens up a folder on his phone of photos from the cabin. There are nearly two hundred, but each photo is whittling down Logan’s resolve. He thinks again about their neat little family library. The fairly large room goes almost entirely unused, only with two exceptions. Remus, and long past on Gran-Gran. Remus remembers sitting on his great-grandmother’s lap while she read to him countless stories. She didn’t mind his weirdness. Logan didn’t mind much either. He’d be alone with hundreds of books for three weeks, what more could he want? He’d just have to let Remus sit in. 

“You know,” Remus leans in, whispering into Logan’s ear very gently, “We’ve got a big library.”

That’s what breaks Logan, who lets out the longest sigh Remus has ever heard in his life.

He agrees to go on two conditions. He will have physical contact with Remus but he will not kiss him, and he gets the make up the story of how the pair met. Remus couldn’t be more ecstatic. His family could suck it! He had a sexy ass fake boyfriend, who's probably gonna make up some dumb and adorable story about meeting in at a Library Book Club Meeting. Logan’s hot, he’s hot. It will work out. No strings attached. None. 

Roman jokes to Remus everyday before the trip that we all know how the trip will end. Remus thinks he’s more unpredictable than that. He hopes he is. 

[ddarker-dreams]

Out of all yanderes that you write for, which one is the most doting and which one is the cruelest? (I am sorry if this has requested before)

i’m gonna start from most doting and work my way down to cruelest! i picked the ones i thought would be most interesting 

also click here for my commissions U w O 

Josuke Higashikata: 

Cruelty: 1/10 

He’s a pure love type of guy. His yandere tendencies as a whole are very tame if he can help it. Josuke mostly just wants to joke around and hang out with you, he loves making you laugh and smile. There’s so much to love about you in his eyes, and he can feel a bit overwhelmed at times because of it.

Josuke loves showering you in all types of affection. He always wants to be holding your hand, or having an arm around you. Josuke will tell you how beautiful you are, and call you cute at random times. He means it each time as well. You’ll catch him just staring at you with a love struck expression. You never doubt that he loves you, he constantly reminds you that he does. 

Shoto Todoroki:

Cruelty: 1.5/10

He watches over you dotingly from afar. Being more outright with his feelings to you verbally takes a while, and is saved for more intimate moments. Todoroki still compliments you but he finds it embarrassing for a while. He’ll mostly compliment your ability to do things, and coming from him that’s pretty validating.

He can be pretty honest about things if you need him to be, but he’s never cruel with his words. It’s hard to get upset with him saying something blunt when you know he’d never mean it in a rude way. Todoroki’s mission is to make you happy after all. Other people don’t get the same treatment as you though, so it makes you feel special. 

Narancia Ghirga:

Cruelty: 3.5/10

Narancia is a super fun boyfriend most of the time. The two of you can spend hours just fooling around and walking around Naples, doing whatever and finding it interesting because you’re with him. When all of your attention is on Narancia he doesn’t see any need to subtly threaten you. 

Narancia will state that he doesn’t like you hanging out around people, but it’s always in more of a pouty way. You don’t see anything malicious about it, and he’s intentional about it. Narancia would have no qualms threatening people you think too highly of when you’re not around though, switching into almost a different person the second you’ve left the room.

Mista:

Cruelty: 4/10

Mista, like Narancia, mostly just wants to goof around you with you. He loves having interesting conversation about a variety of topics with you, and getting your input. He also loves taking you out and trying different food places. He seems like a pretty chill boyfriend most of the time, except for when you do something he doesn’t like.

Mista can almost become a different person when this happens. He still looks like the Mista you know and love, but there’s a threatening edge in his words. When he asks where you’ve been, why you’ve been talking to a certain person… you feel this chill as you remember his occupation. Mista would kill someone if they were getting too familiar in front of you if he found it necessary. He’ll do it and then speak to you casually about why it was necessary.

Bakugou: 

Cruelty: 5/10

Bakugou does not mince his words with people, even his precious darling. He can be rough around the edges, as he lives up to his tough reputation. Bakugou is considerably kinder to you than he is with anyone else though. He isn’t doting in the typical boyfriend ways, but he has his own methods of showing his love.

He can come off as a bit of a watch dog when you’re out in public together. Arm wrapped around you tightly, eyes narrowing at anyone who looks in your general direction. It can be suffocating knowing how possessive he is of you, and it’s impossible to get him to stop. He doesn’t understand why it’d upset you to begin with, so you’ll never convince him.

Bruno Bucciarati: 

Cruelty: 5/10 

Bucciarati actually is extremely attentive to you and your needs. To any onlooker he’d look like the most caring, sweet boyfriend that you could ever dream of. And he fills the role well, making it even more confusing when his more malicious intentions show. He treats you very well, and showcases his love often and prominently. 

But he doesn’t take kindly to you rejecting these advances, or trying to leave him. He will plainly threaten your loved ones, with an expression that makes you wonder if this is your beloved Bruno. You know he means it too, as he speaks in a matter of fact tone. It’s better to just let him dote on you, and to love him back.

Giorno Giovanna: 

Cruelty: 5.5/10

He’s patient with you if anything. He attempts to give you space when you’re adjusting to your new “lifestyle”, and makes pleasant conversation with you when you’re around. Giorno refrains from pressuring you into anything if he can. But the power difference between you two can be felt at all times.

Repeatedly disobeying Giorno could land you in boiling hot water, and you definitely don’t want to experience that. He wouldn’t want to physically harm you, but everyone else is fair game. Depending on what you’ve done he’ll even have you watch, and comfort you afterwards. Stating that it’s just to teach his beloved an important lesson. 

Dabi: 

Cruelty: 7.5/10

With Dabi it really depends. Most of the time if you’re behaving to his liking he’ll be pretty chill with you. Aside from a few sarcastic quips here and there, but that’s to be expected from him. He’ll let you do whatever, like picking out a movie you want to watch or getting you dinner that you ask for. If you’ve been good. 

Angering him is never a wise idea though. He’s not above using some force if he has to, or threatening you in a variety of colorful ways. You still get the feeling that he’s in control of himself when this happens, but that almost makes it worst. He’s calculating and cunning when necessary, wanting to get you to do as he desires. 

Chrollo Lucilfer: 

Cruelty: 8/10

He doesn’t really go out of his way to upset you if you’re being complaint. Chrollo’s affection for you is shown mostly through giving gifts, and some physical contact. He might also call you dear but it seems to be to tease you more than anything.

Chrollo can bring out the worst in you without even resorting to violence if necessary. He’ll mention things that you confided to him in the past, twisting it in such a way that it makes you question if being apart from him was ever good to begin with. It’s very confusing and awful, and you know he does it on purpose. 

Shigaraki Tomura:

Cruelty: 9/10

It’s just really hard to not constantly be on edge around Shigaraki. You can tell right away that he’s not even in full control of himself and what his emotions make him do, it’s not like he can hide it. His appearance is unkempt and the area he keeps you in isn’t clean. Relaxing around Shigaraki is basically impossible.

He’s loving on you at times but it’s pretty creepy. He’ll just grin while running a few fingers through your hair, stuff like that. Occasionally he’ll ask if you love him the same way he loves you, and it’s definitely in your best interest to say yes. Even if he feels like you’re lying he’ll get upset.

Overhaul:

Cruelty: 10/10

Kai is not an affectionate man by any stretch of the imagination. He doesn’t call you loving words, he doesn’t actively seek out your touch, in fact he could just sit in your presence for hours without saying a word. He’s intimidating and that doesn’t change when he’s around you.

He does love you, and on some level that makes it worse. It makes it impossible to convince him that what he’s doing is immoral, as he puts you on a strict healthy eating regimen and gives you regular checkups. Your life can feel inorganic around him, as he controls every aspect possible of it. 

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

How they act around their crush: GD edition

[This one’s for @glass-grapes​. I saw your submission and am completely psyched that you love my blog! I know that I’ve only recently had it kick-off with a few posts, but I have been wanting to start one of these since January. Hope this is to your liking! (p.s I didn’t know if I should do pre or post time skip, so I did a little dabbling into both]

Claude:

We all know Claude here is both a go-getter and a tease 

If he finds you interesting then there’s no reason for him to hide it. A  battle of wits never hurt anyone, and boy do you two fight well

He is s a s s y. If you’re chatting with some other students he might stick his nose into the conversation to toy with you. It’s all in good fun, right? Just a little mini-game on his way to achieving bigger things  

That’s what he tells himself 

Some days he finds you a bit too alluring, and can’t help being self conscious of the other people around

Fiddles with his braid when you throw him for a loop

Will pay extra special attention to you in battle, and makes excuses to the prof. for why you should be near him. He really is a snake 

Post-Timeskip he hides his bias even more. Not enough to fool his close comrades, but enough to avoid you receiving any extra attention from the enemy  

Sometimes slips items in your room to distract from the stress. Tea, a new blanket, etc.

During the five year gap he keeps track of your whereabouts. After Garreg Mache fell he decided that his dream would take priority as planned, but also believed that one day you would be at his side 

Wasn’t surprised at all to see you at the reunion, but that familiar urge to tug his hair returned too  

Judith and Nader have already heard about you prior to your meeting. Much to his dismay they view his buried feelings as open range comedy

Lorenz: 

We all know how Lorenz acts when he finds someone of interest. The guy is a huge flirt which causes the professor wayyy too much stress 

He’s not as in-tune with his sense of romance as you would think. In the early stages he’ll treat you the same as all the other ladies: a potential partner for house Gloucester.

Date offerings, frilly words, gifts, acts of kindness. Ah tis but the duty of a noble, yes? 

No. 

One day he lets that stubborn side of his personality slip out, and you come back at him with just as much fire. He becomes so angered after it, but somehow hearing the words from you hurt more than if someone else were to say them

That’s when he knows that he’s in deep, and from then on he treats you more gently. He’ll watch his tongue around other women, and sets his sights on only you. His mannerisms are the same as before, but now he tries to learn more about you as a person vs. just the cold hard statistics

He’s a blusher. He has a naturally light pigmentation so it shows. 

After the time-skip he’ll watch you like a hawke. Do you like his new hair cut? Surly it’s an improvement from before sorry bro it’s not

Sets his dignity aside to request that you be given a hexlock shield during battle, or placed near him. Claude won’t let him live it down

Ignatz: 

He m i g h t avoid you, but please don’t take it the wrong way. That’s just how he is, you know?

Young Ignatz isn’t that confident in himself. You’re...well ‘you’. And he’s...well, ‘him’

Oddly enough he confides in HIlda of all people. It originally began with wanting to see if she was still on stable duty with him, but ended up with him working and her talking

When you’re nearby he chooses not to speak unless spoken to. If you didn’t know his tells he’d come off cold, but one look at his hands wringing together just proves he was nervous 

Byleth puts you two on cooking duty together: que panic. He legit grovels at their feet to pick someone else. They don’t, and that evening he sketches a wonderful picture of you sifting through different seasonings 

On your birthday he struggles to give you the gift he prepared. It ends up with Lionie giving you it while he watches from afar. 

When you’re older he is much more verbal with his opinions 

More often than not he lets those honey-coated words slip out, which usually end up with him excusing himself quickly 

Invites you to join him during downtime at least once a week. Every day could be his last, and goddess forbid yours. He wants to spend time with you even if he isn’t the most graceful companion never mind that he’s a smooth-talking mofo

Raphael: 

If there’s one thing Raphael is good at, it’s showing that he cares 

The boy is a giant muscular teddybear. He will carry your things, he will spar with you, he will eat anything you cook without complaint, and he will hug you; hard. 

Unlike everyone else he’s pretty open with his feelings. Life is short, you know? 

If you make him particularly bashful he’ll laugh loudly. More so to cover up his own embarrassment than because he finds the situation actually humorous

Adopts this habit of constantly asking if you need anything. The guy loves to dote on people, and lookie here you’re the perfect target 

Remembers all important dates like a pro. On your birthday he drops a gift right on your desk first thing in the morning 

Goddess forbid anyone gives you trouble. Without the smile on his face he looks the murder type, and the guy uses it to his advantage. He will happily escort you anywhere you need to go 

Once his sister is settled he might honestly stick with you during that five year gap. He’s made his feelings painfully obvious, and you haven’t chased him off. Why not stick around? 

Hilda: 

Yo she’s clingy 

She knows you have to be a catch and a half to steal her heart, so who knows who else that you’ve smooth talked 

Just like everyone else she’ll still get you to do her bidding...but, maybe a smidge less 

She feels guilty, but won’t show it 

Hilda will do all in her power to not let the news reach her family. The last thing she needs is Holst sending her more letters, or worse: showing up at the monastery

Y’all she will don her best perfume for you. She will push all her work onto Cyril and drag you to have lunch with her. This is normal Hilda behavior so she has no reason to be shy 

Will flirt openly and proudly. If you recuperate she’ll go gossip to Marianne about how you’re ‘totally smitten’ with her

Post-skip she’s not much different. Most of her time is spent doing what she can for the cause, but when you see each other she’s more bold. 

Like always she doesn’t like to have expectations pushed onto her. She does have one for herself though, and it’s to stay by your side. 

Marianne: 

During the academy years she tends to admire from afar 

Her favorite memories are of when the professor signed you both up for choir practice. She loves your voice, and it was a time where there wasn’t any pressure for conversation 

As time passes she’ll become less adverse to talking. Quiet greetings will be whispered when you cross paths, and occasionally you two have lunch together 

Marianne is not as reserved as people assume her to be. She’s just had a rough time, and if you take things slow with her then she’ll gradually have a stronger presence in your life. She hopes that this comes true for you two 

Eye contact hasn’t always been her forte. She does try to maintain it with you though 

Her feelings remain at a stalemate through most of the academy days. Only when she bypass’ some more personal-issues does she let her emotions go free

About halfway through the war period she changes. Her stance is more vertical, and she becomes the one to take initiative in your relationship 

She’ll still blush upon any physical contact, and in some cases she’ll lose her breath when you talk. Don’t take the momentary silence as a bad thing, she’s okay. 

Occasionally she’ll be restless and unable to sleep, worrying about the future she now has in her grasp. You might find her scouring for a cup of chamomile late in the night 

Lysithea: 

She’ll deny herself immediately. For Lysithea the future is an anomaly. One of which that no amount of studying or research can uncover.

It’s painfully obvious that there’s a spark between you two. Anyone can see it, and Hilda has pestered her many times regarding confessing 

If the situation was a bit different, she would. Lysithea is no push over, but she also doesn’t want to invest time into something that will bear no fruition 

She keeps her cool around you for the most part...or at least until you’re out of hearing distance 

Then she completely loses composure. Did someone say clammy hands? Because hers get slicker than lorenz’s hair gel 

Leads to stress eating, not gonna lie. There are many late night trips to the mess hall, and many angry cooks over the missing sweets  

Times are different post-timeskip though. She’s a bit more reluctant to let these feelings go 

Occasionally there’s some open flirting on her part. If you recuperate then it becomes more frequent and less forced. The sassy banter between you two becomes the deer’s free entertainment

Leonie: 

She’s commonly been viewed as ‘one of the guys,’ for her personality. So she’s very insecure about getting friend zoned 

It’s not like she was actively searching for romance. It just happened, you know? One day something just struck a chord 

She never took the time to picture sharing a life with someone. Most of her life has been spent worrying about her village, or working hard to attain some kind of recognition from the Captian 

For a split second she considers going to Byleth for some advice. Now isn’t the time for school-girl crushes. Now is the time to be forging a path to the future

Decides to completely ignore the ache she feels when you’re nearby. Just...lets it go. 

She’ll put hella distance between you two. The only time she’ll initiate contact is during sparring 

After the timeskip she stays this way too. Well, until HIlda calls her out on her bullsh*t (if you haven’t noticed from all these. Hilda is a perceptive little cookie)

Just like anyone she’ll go through the moral dilemma of deciding to confess or not. She instead chooses to just let her feelings do as they please, and if something happens then it happens 

[incensuous]

fuyumi’s prince

fandom(s); bnha. i still continue to not go here character(s): the todosibs. dabi & fuyumi & natsuo & shouto. fuyumi and dabi are twins. mostly revolving around the todobros’ relationship with fuyumi more than each other rating: gen words: 2872

i ship them but this can be read either way, shippy or gen. i just wanted to write an indulgent fic of fuyumi being doted on because that’s what she DESERVES.

the todoroki brothers argue who fuyumi loves the most. 

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“Who gets to be the knight today?”

“It should be Yumi’s favorite brother.”

“What?” Natsuo balks, as he stares at his older brother. “You? Says who?” 

“Says me. I’m obviously Yumi’s favorite,” Touya shrugs, completely unaffected by Natsuo’s anger. When Natsuo continues to glower at him, Touya gives him a pointed look. “Come on, I’m her twin, Natsu. Twins are super special. I’ve known her the longest too.”

Natsuo gracefully responds with a fat raspberry. “No way, Nii-san. Just because you were born with her doesn’t make you that special. I make her laugh the most. And for being her twin, you barely even look like her. I look more like Yumi-nee.”

“I warm her up when she’s too cold, and she cools me down when I’m too hot,” Touya retorts. “We balance each other out, because we’re special twins.”

Shouto, for once, is able to join them, considering their father is away for the day. He peers into the living room from the doorway, drawn to the noise of them bickering. He is not exactly sure what his brothers are arguing about, but he doesn’t like feeling left out nor the thought of Fuyumi liking his brothers more than him. 

He clambers closer and pipes up, “Nee-san always calls me her baby brother. And she kisses me good night and good morning.” He ponders in what other ways Fuyumi has shown her favor towards him, but he can’t come up with them.

Natsuo pouts, crossing his arms. “Yumi-nee calls me her baby brother too!” He’d protest when Fuyumi called him that, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like it. 

“What’s going on?”

The brothers swivel their head to the newcomer, the person in question herself. They all ask at once:

“Yumi--”

“Yumi-nee--”

“Nee-san--”

“I’m your favorite, right?”

Fuyumi blinks as the three of them begin to bicker amongst themselves, listing off the miscellaneous reasons why Fuyumi would favor them the most, not even letting her respond. 

She gently sighs and links her arms through Touya and Natsuo’s, then takes Shouto’s little hand, making them all sit on the living room floor. 

“You’re all my brothers, you’re all my favorite people in the world,” Fuyumi states firmly. 

“But you can only marry one of us,” Natsuo declares. 

She blinks, taking a moment to process what he’d just said. “Marry?”

“Yeah, you marry the person you love the most, right?” Natsuo demands, obstinately. 

Shouto hadn’t known this was part of the debate but he thinks he would, in fact, like that. He stares up at his sister, intently. 

Fuyumi gapes, trying to find the words, before sighing and laughing. “Touya, Natsu, Shou--we can’t get married. Brothers and sisters don’t get married.”

Shouto furrows his brows. “Then who are you gonna marry, Nee-san?” He doesn’t want to think about some stranger marrying her--even worse, he doesn’t want anyone like their father marrying her. 

She blushes now. “N-no, it’s too early for that, Shou.” She smooths his hair away from his eyes, and cups his rounded cheek. “You don’t have to worry about it, okay?”

Touya butts in, angrily. “I don’t care if we can’t. What if…” He trails off, glowering--not at her, but with indignation at the idea someone was going to stop him from protecting his own twin sister from the evil clutches of marriage. They all know what he means. 

What if Fuyumi goes the path of their mother, married off to a monster of a husband?

Fuyumi breaks into a watery smile, feeling warmed and a little bittersweet. She stares at their small, concerned faces, and assures them, “I can take care of myself.”

“We’re your brothers, we have to protect you too, though,” Natsuo frowns, scooting closer. 

Fuyumi wraps her arms around all three of them, squishing Shouto in the middle. He whines faintly for a moment but then settles easily, leaning closer to his sister. “Thank you,” she whispers.

  Even though Fuyumi insisted she loved them all the same, Touya had suggested a race to decide who would play Fuyumi’s knight. 

Shouto doesn’t want to complain, but he thinks it’s quite unfair, considering he’s so much younger than his brothers. His little legs wouldn’t be able to win against theirs. Neither of them seem to care about this injustice, so when Fuyumi counts them off, Touya and Natsuo promptly slip on their asses, while Shouto shuffles his way to victory.

He turns around with a small grin. “You never said we couldn’t use our quirks.”

Touya and Natsuo refuse to admit defeat but laughter gets the best of them and they let Shouto be the prince… again.

---

It’s strange, having his long-lost sibling seemingly come back to life, and now, Dabi himself is sitting on the couch of their new house with them.  

A wayward childhood memory comes to Shouto, as the three brothers awkwardly watch some movie of a princess being saved by a prince. 

“Hey, remember how we decided I was Nee-san’s favorite?”

The other two immediately turn their heads to look at him with raised, incredulous eyebrows. 

“You’re kidding, right?”

“First of all, you cheated, kiddo. Also, I repeat--I’m her twin,” Dabi drawls and rolls his eyes. 

 “Yeah, well, who Facetimes her every night?” Natsuo counters, from the middle. 

Shouto is surprised. He knows Fuyumi and Natsuo are a bit closer than the rest of them, due to the unfortunate Todoroki family dynamics, but he had no idea they talked every night. He finds himself feeling guilty, considering he only briefly texts Fuyumi on occasion, and usually only in reply. 

He wants to add to the debate of Fuyumi’s favoritism, but unfortunately he can’t think of a proper reason why Fuyumi would love him the most. 

“Eh, Shouto really is Yumi-nee’s baby after all.”

Shouto raises an eyebrow. Is that meant to be insulting?

Dabi glances over. “You’re right.” 

“What do you mean?”

His two older brothers stare at him. “You really don’t remember?”

He shakes his head, not sure what he’s supposed to be remembering. 

“She spoiled you,” Natsuo explains, on the verge of jealousy. “I mean, she doted on all of us. But she always brought you extra snacks, would save her own to make sure you had some. Probably because Dad didn’t let you have any. She’d risk sneaking into your room, to read to you, hold you until you fell asleep and would sneak back. She never told you no. You were definitely her baby.”

“Well,” Dabi shrugs, “even if you don’t remember it, she was definitely your favorite at least. You liked her best.”

Natsuo nods. “You always wanted her around, followed her everywhere too. Like a little duck,” he snorts.

The door timely opens and Fuyumi comes through, hauling heavy grocery bags, then pauses when she catches sight of three pouting brothers, sitting in line on the couch, watching the television in silence. 

Natsuo dramatically hops to his feet, rushing over to her. “Here, let me get the groceries for you, Yumi-nee!” He tilts his head towards his brothers just long enough to give them a shit-eating grin. “You just go sit down, I got dinner from here.”

Fuyumi raises an eyebrow. It’s true Natsuo had started to improve his culinary skills once moving out and beginning college, with her constant coaching over the phone. But regardless, Fuyumi did enjoy cooking and Natsuo wholeheartedly admitted he’d missed her food, whining occasionally for her to make his favorites. 

“Okay…?” She blinks at Natsuo, who scoops up all the groceries effortlessly into his broad arms. While Fuyumi is caught off-guard, she sees no reason to stop him. She takes off her shoes and heads to the living room couch, only to find their other brothers staring at Natsuo in shock and… anger? 

Fuyumi furrows her brow and looks closer. Yup, Dabi and Shouto are definitely giving Natsuo the stink eye right now. 

“Are you guys okay?” she hedges. 

Their attention snaps to her. They assure her nothing is awry, before she plops down in between, taking Natsuo’s vacated seat. 

“Let me know if you need help, okay, Natsu?” she calls. 

“Don’t worry about it, Yumi-nee~” he singsongs, confusing Fuyumi further. 

The Todorokis are hardly a normal bunch, but they were acting particularly weird today. 

Dabi leans over, throwing his arm around her shoulder. “How was your day, Yumi? The whelps giving you trouble?”

Fuyumi shoots him a strange look, which he pointedly ignores. Dabi asking about her day isn’t completely odd, but the way he asks feels… intentional. Still, since coming back into their lives, some things had come easier than others, and she appreciates him making an effort for her. 

“Uh, fine,” she manages, leaning into Dabi’s familiar warm side, resting her head against his shoulder without even thinking of it. It reminds her of when they were kids. “No one misbehaved too badly. Nothing I couldn’t handle at least, after years of dealing with you three,” she snorts.

“Was I that bad?” Shouto pipes up. 

Fuyumi laughs softly. “No, Shou, you were fine. You had your moments,” she gives him a pointed stare, “but you were the most quiet, for sure.” She pats his hand fondly. When she moves her hand away, Shouto instead grabs it and holds it gently with his. 

Fuyumi raises her eyebrows. Her youngest brother isn’t normally so touchy--most of them aren’t really, not in their household--but she appreciates it, and gives him a small squeeze in return. 

Shouto, above their sister’s head, gives Dabi a tiny smirk. 

Dabi’s eye twitches, but before he can make any more conversation, Fuyumi announces she’s going to get changed. 

As soon as the door of her room closes, Dabi stands and rounds on Natsuo. “Move aside, ass-kisser, I’ll help.”

“Hey,” Natsuo protests. “I’m just doing what Yumi-nee’s favorite brother would do, aniki.”

“Besides, weren’t you banned from cooking after you burned half the kitchen? …Without your quirk?” Shouto enters behind Dabi. 

“Hey!” Dabi barks. “That was a long time ago.”

“Did you become a chef with the League of Villains then?” Natsuo sneers. 

“Uh… what’s going on?” Fuyumi stands at the threshold in a plain t-shirt and shorts, puzzled over why their small kitchen is being crowded in with all three of her brothers. 

“Nothing,” the three chorus, turning around. Fuyumi can practically see the fraudulent halos over their heads. 

“Yumi, let me give you a massage, just like old times. Like I did all the time, when we were kids,” Dabi offers, smirking at his brothers. 

He’s about to lead her away, when Shouto grabs Fuyumi’s hand. “Let me do it,” he insists. “My quirk is perfect for it, anyways, right?”

Natsuo does snort at that. “When did Shouto start telling jokes?”

Dabi relents, with a small smile. “Alright, Icy-Hot brat. Go ahead.”

Shouto leads his sister back to the couch, where he stands behind her and places his hands, one hot and one cold as always, on her shoulders.

“Thank you, Shou,” she sighs, leaning back. “You really don’t have to, you know.”

“It’s the least I can do, Nee-san,” Shouto assures her. “Your shoulders must be pretty sore, from carrying our entire family on your back.”

Dabi lets out a sharp laugh. “Ain’t that the truth.” 

  Dinner goes well. Natsuo makes a rather good okonomiyaki, and Fuyumi compliments his progress. He beams. 

The four of them meander their way back to the living room, and it’s clear Fuyumi couldn’t be any happier, with the four of them spending time together. 

Just as Natsuo enthusiastically suggests a video game, Dabi rises to his feet. “I’ll join the next round. I’ll be right back,” he assures them, flippantly, sauntering out the door. 

Fuyumi frowns, worried, but Shouto and Natsuo simply shrug. They trust Dabi to handle himself, whatever business he is attending to. 

Natsuo had just claimed sweet victory, ready to gloat in his siblings’ faces, when the door clicked back open. 

Dabi shuffles into the entryway and when he meets all their expectant gazes, he awkwardly offers, after a beat, “I’m back.” It isn’t a tradition he’s used to doing, not since he’d left. 

“Welcome back,” Fuyumi readily replies. 

Dabi lifts up the small plastic bag. “Dessert,” he says, by way of explanation. 

Fuyumi’s eyes sparkle as he hands her a familiar frozen carton. “Matcha?” she squeals. 

The corner of his scarred lips quirk up. “Of course.”

“I’ll get the spoons,” she announces, setting the ice cream on the coffee table and dashing off to the kitchen. 

Instead of a glare, Natsuo simply eyes his older brother carefully. 

“What?” Dabi grunts, plopping down on the couch. 

“Nothing,” Natsuo grins. “Just surprised you remembered her favorite, after all this time.”

Fuyumi returns and doles out the utensils, then the four of them indulge in eating straight from the tub, something they never were able to do as children. 

“Ugh, brain freeze,” Natsuo whines, as he flops backwards onto the couch in his anguish. 

“Can’t relate,” Shouto shrugs, after taking another spoonful of ice cream. 

“Shut it, Shou.”

Fuyumi laughs, leaning back, her shoulder pressed against Natsuo’s. 

“Now, today was a great day,” she sighs, contentedly, before frowning slightly, eyeing all three of her brothers. “But, you guys gotta spill. What the heck have you been up to?” 

They freeze, making eye contact with each other. 

“Someone’s gotta talk,” Fuyumi presses. “Did one of you break something? Is there a dead body?”

“Come on, Yumi-nee,” Natsuo lifts his head. “Can’t we just want to be nice to our best sister?”

She rolls her eyes. “Spill.”

Shouto is the one who comes clean, sheepishly. “We… were trying to see who was your favorite brother, Nee-san.”

Fuyumi blinks. “What?”

Dabi chuckles. “Me and Natsu couldn’t let it go, I guess, since Shouto cheated when we were kids.”

Fuyumi stares at him blankly for a few moments, before the words click and the memory comes back together. 

“Oh gosh, that day you guys fought over who would get to be the prince?”

“Your prince,” Natsu corrects her. 

She slowly dissolves into laughter, holding her stomach. “Is that all? You guys already know the answer. You’re all my favorite.”

“Just like how Dad doesn’t have a favorite?” Natsuo rolls his eyes. Fuyumi smacks his arm and he winces. “Okay, that was my bad.”

“I’m serious,” Fuyumi tells them earnestly. “You guys know me better than that.”

“Yeah,” Dabi nods, with a slight smile. “We do.”

They spend the rest of the night playing video games and watching a few bad television shows, laughter flowing freely between them. The living room feels warm and soft, and the sofa is maybe a little too small for all four siblings, but it’s everything Fuyumi had dreamt of for years.

Towards midnight, Dabi feels a familiar weight on his shoulder. Unsurprisingly, he finds Fuyumi fast asleep, pressed into his side, and the sight reminds him of the few soft memories he still had. 

He shifts, moving to lift her. “Alright, brats, I think it’s Yumi’s bedtime.”

Natsuo and Shouto scoot out of his way as he carries their sister to her bedroom. 

With more care than he’d done anything in a long time, he sets Fuyumi on her bed, gingerly removing her glasses and pulling the covers over her. He stares at her sleeping face for a few moments, and just as he’s about to leave, he feels her small hand tug at his shirt. 

Her bleary eyes squint up at him in the darkness. “Touya, please don’t leave.”

His heart breaks a little more. “I’m not going anywhere, Yumi. Not tonight.”

She doesn’t let go. “No, I mean…” He thinks she might be blushing. “Will you sleep with me? All of you guys, just like old times?”

For one brief moment, Dabi is about to protest it would be cramped, even in her queen-sized bed--especially with how big Natsuo has grown--but this is his Fuyumi, and after all she’s done, this is quite honestly the least he can do. 

He simply nods, and then proceeds to retrieve their brothers, who follow him without question or complaint. 

They dogpile into her bed, half on top of one another, and yet Fuyumi lets out the happiest sigh, as she’s squeezed into the middle with Shouto. She nuzzles Shouto close, grabs Natsuo’s hand, and leans back into Dabi. 

Yawning, Fuyumi murmurs softly, “Love you guys. Good night.”

[lotusglass]

So about the ships, is it okay if I ask about headcanons about the ships and how they got together? Thank you!! The ocs are really intresting and I love the ships so I’m very intrigued lolol

 Absolutely! I live for questions like this <333 this is very long so I’ll be putting it under read more. Small warning: a little spicy in some parts ouo;;; and I do apologize if they seem out of character

Leona and Anyu 

They met during a maglift(magical shift? please correct me if I’m wrong;;) practice match, NRC against DCA(Belongs to Phoenix-Manga/phnxart!).  One of the Savanaclaw students on Leona’s team were cheating and Anyu was REALLY not having it;; so of course he confronted him about it, but afterwards it kept happening and then everything went uh...downhill;;;

Since then they became rivals and Anyu swore that she’d beat him in maglift fair and square! The again, she managed to beat him a few times when they spar?? //sigh this girl asks for too much;;;

Though, she can’t help but appeal to his cunning and arrogant behavior, but does her best to deny it when someone brings it up. Like yeah, she thinks he’s cute, but he’s mean!

no chance, no way, I won’t say I’m in love

Even if they’re not dating, they bicker a lot and argue A LOT, but they still care about each other nonetheless, it’s a matter of patience and loyalty mostly patience though

Considering how witty they both are, they subconsciously flirt each other whether it’s one the mag lift field or in their respective dorms, they always have something to say to each other. Even Ruggie can feel the tension before calling them out on it.

Anyu likes to run her hands through his hair when they cuddle, or rather whenever Leona drags her away from studying to go AND cuddle. 

Like a lot people, he calls her herbivore, but also princess while Anyu calls him a fur bag or kitty~ 

He carries her like a fucking potato sack, it makes Anyu Angry, but Leona still does it to push her buttons. 

There’s a decent amount of PDA, but behind closed doors, it’s more...ravenous ouo;;; just don’t be surprised if Leona has hickeys on him or anything 

They playfight A LOT especially after a fight and Anyu is always the one starting it

neither of them know this but their older siblings are already planning their arranged marriage due to politics 

Overall, it’s push and pull between these two!

Azul and Pearl

Ah yes Ursula and Ariel 

Pearl was actually childhood friends with Jade and Floyd so when they visited each other in their first year, she was introduced to Azul.

At first she was pretty neutral about him, but after she heard about his contracts, she had to distance herself a bit, but still remained good friends!

Out of kindness, she dotes on him lot, but Azul’s expecting something out of it, and Pearl always gets upset whenever he asks her

Although she does her best to be more understanding oh him, and ever since his overblot, she’s more doting and more open with him.

Their love is playful, tender, and surprisingly conniving! Being that Pearl is a matchmaker, she likes to ask her octo-baby for some help in pairing couples(aka getting Floyd and Jade to intervene), but in exchange she has to help him out as well whether it’s finding gems to see or sing at the mostro lounge. It’s an equal share between the two!

She lets Azul pull out scams and sometimes gets involved with them, although she pretends that she doesn’t know what’s going on when really, she KNOWS what’s going on, girl wants to make Azul look like an idiot for scamming her one time!

Pearl loves ballroom dancing and sometimes she would get Azul to dance with her, even though he tends to trip on his feet a lot hahaaaa!

They like to make inside jokes and they flirt with each other, although Pearl has a bad habit of getting too friendly with her male clients, which leads Azul having to lecture her about personal space. If it’s the male clients getting too friendly, it’s a whole different story, a scary one actually;;;

Azul tried to kiss her once in the VIP room, but alas Floyd and Jade ALWAYS cockblock him which then leads to Azul lecturing them, and Pearl scolding him for being rude to the twins. he just a kiss from his gf that’s all he asks

shalalala my oh my it’s like the boy’s too shy he’s gonna kiss the girl

Pearl knows what it’s like to be ostracized and bullied. Every so often, she pampers Azul after a hard days work and when he’s upset, she’s very patient and listens to his woe constantly, even if he doesn’t say anything, she’s there

Trey and Clarice

Met during a visit from NRC! Clarice was in the middle of sewing up her gowns on a mannequin and Trey and Cater walked in on her. Trey and her talk a lot about their crafts and of course Cater was just there to take pictures of it, not that Clarice didn’t mind!

Literally husband and wife  

Trey is the kind of guy who’s an ideal boyfriend, constantly helping her with designs and encourages her. While Clarice helps him in the kitchen and whatnot!

But most importantly. she pulls him back from overworking, being vice dorm leader is never easy. Of course she’s no better, Trey can tell when Clarice hasn’t had enough sleep, or when he fingers are sore. Thus, Trey would have to pry her hands off the sewing machine and into a comfy chair

They play around in the kitchen a lot! She purposely puts icing on his face and he chases her around for it. There was also an incident where they played around too roughly and Clarice knocked a bag of flour onto the floor. Needless to say, Riddle was NOT happy when he saw the whole mess

They tend to feed each other sometimes and go as far doing the pocky game. Of course Ace ruins the moment by telling them to get a ROOM.

PDA? They always have their hands somewhere on each other, Trey’s arm over her shoulder, and Clarice’s hand on the small of his back hood boy

Kingsley and Riddle

Kingsley met Riddle when he was a wee first year! He always so obedient and being the dick the Kingsley was, he REALLY tried to influence him. However, Riddle was stronger than that and didn’t buy into his shenanigans like the good boy he is!

Before I go on, I headcanon that Riddle is bisexual or pansexual.

As mentioned, Kinglsey does flirt a lot with Riddle, and it goes as far as calling him pet names and compliments. 

The result it either Riddle storming off with rosy cheeks, or “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”.

He does care about Riddle’s well-being and has to remind him to take breaks. When there’s a fight going on and Riddle is too busy, he takes care of it for him. He treats his queen like no other.

If they were dating, I’d say he’s one for PDA and will deliberately fluster him in front of other people

Promised himself to tone down his playboy attitude for the sake of his beloved. The last thing he wants to upset Riddle.

They tend hedgehogs and paint teacups together, sometimes have private tea time when they get the chance!

Kingsley is also very much down to punch the daylights out of anyone who dares to hurt his Riddle, not on his watch!

Jamil and Elena

I feel they met during the school festival at DCA. She’s part of cultural dance club and happened to be performing with her dorm leader. Kalim and Jamil were both intrigued and after the performance they managed to talk to her

Elena knows when Jamil is pulling back and she LOATHES that, so often times she pushes Jamil to the point where he’s really showing his bets efforts and only then would Elena be satisfied.

Elena may be a tough girl and rougher than most, but she can be just caring as the next. She would always check on Jamil after he takes acre of Kalim, he works so hard has no acknowledged this??

They have this habit of dancing together during the more quiet hours of the dorm, whether it’s in Scarabia or Magiaoasis(Phoenix-manga/phnxart), they’re moving together. However, Kalim tends them about it, so before they do anything like that, they have to make sure the coast is all clear.

If it’s not Kalim, then Elena is always the first to taste his cooking. Also she’s a horrible cook so sometimes Jamil would help her out, even if it gets a little frustrating

PDA? It’s more private, they only hold hands or Jamil has an arm around her, nothing more or less. But in private? You can bet that Elena is showering him with lovebites and hickeys. Occasional praises, but nothing too far from it. Unless Jamil says, well you know how it goes 👀

The tension between those time is thick enough to cut through. Even if they walk past each other in the halls, their eyes says it all when they gaze at each other.

[painted-piggy-ships-archive]

Dollfriends Drabble: First Date

Word Count: 828

Tag List: @heavenshipped @ghostlyvenus

TWs: Cop mention (only once, very brief), murder mention, alcohol mention.

Summary: Vince and Chucky’s first official date. :oD

It was a bitter and somber winter evening. Vince sat at his vanity, soaked with wax from too many candles, primping and pouting at his appearance… Despite longing for this night for several months, he still often felt he wasn’t enough for the serial killer he doted and worked with. Chucky was everything he had hoped for, and he was just Vince. Crazy-in-love common man Vince.

He sighed to himself, then startled when he heard his bedroom door open. He relaxed when he looked over and saw Chucky in a custom tux, patiently awaiting Vince to join him for dinner.

“Oh, Chucky… Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m still not ready,” Vince told the doll as he looked back at his appearance in the vanity mirror. Chucky sighed in an annoyed tone and wandered over, climbing into Vince’s lap.

“What’s keepin’ you? Bothered over your looks?” He asked, looking up at his accomplice and date. Vince nodded solemnly.

“Hm. Well, y’know I’m not one for compliments, but… Y’look great, Vince. Honest.”

“... You really think so?”

“I would’ve insulted you if I didn’t,” The doll in his lap chuckled that distinct, gravelly chuckle that didn’t at all fit his appearance. Vince continued to examine himself before closing his eyes and taking a breath.

“Alright. I’ll come have dinner with you,” he said, setting Chucky back on the floor and standing, smoothing out his slightly rumpled button-down.

“Good, I’m starving.”

Vince blew out the candles on his vanity and followed Chucky. He slipped into the kitchen to grab the pot of spaghetti he had made and filled two plates, bringing them to the dining room. He went back once more for garlic bread before sitting. Across from him sat Chucky, and due to his short stature, he sat upon a couple of dictionaries and a phonebook.

“I hope you like it, I had to work with what I had on hand. And you know I’m not the best cook-” Vince began to ramble before Chucky interrupted him.

“Hey. I’m sure it’s great. And if it isn’t, just fuckin’ order a pizza, I don’t really care.”

Vince swallowed nervously, nodded to himself, and the two quietly set to eating the meal at hand. The air grew thick with tension as the two struggled to think of things to talk about.

“So… Remember that guy we killed a few weeks ago?” Chucky began with a smirk, “You’re pretty damn good with improvised weapons, I must say.”

Vince laughed softly, his pale cheeks tinging pink.

“It was nothing, really… Not even my best work.”

“Oh? Well, I can’t see what else you have in store.~”

A pause.

“Say, did you ever kill anybody before we started working together?” Chucky prompted again. Vince shook his head.

“Not really… There was of course the occasional cop or do-gooder that badmouthed you, but I really tried not to draw any attention to myself like that. It was simply safer, easier, to be an everyman.”

“Coulda fooled me. Did you take acting courses? The way you go from common civilian to cold-blooded fucker is,” Chucky cleared his throat and rested his elbow on the table, setting his chin in his palm, “really fucking hot.”

Vince laughed again, this time snorting at one point, causing him to cover his mouth in embarrassment.

“What?? I’m being truthful! Listen, tonight is the only time you’re gonna get compliments like this, so ya better let everything I say soak in real well.”

When Vince finally caught his breath he gently took Chucky’s free hand, beaming and looking into his piercing blue eyes with such adoration, Chucky swore he felt his stone-cold heart melt a little. His face flushed fiercely and he quickly looked away.

“Not like I like ya or anything,” He muttered even though he knew he couldn’t get out of this if he tried.

“Well, I very much like you, Chuck. One might even say love,” Vince continued to smile as he stood and put away the dishes. He came back with glasses of wine, kissing the top of Chucky’s head as the two went to crash on the couch. The two drank and turned on the TV, flipping to some older stand-up comedy special and keeping the volume on the low side as the two of them began to feel tired.

As the sky grew darker outside and the winter wind howled like a pack of wolves, Vince and Chucky retired their formalwear and traded it for pajamas, slipping into Vince’s bed and holding each other close.

“Vince,” Chucky spoke softly.

“Yes?” Vince responded.

“This was. Really nice. Eh, y’know I’m no good with words,” He leaned in and planted a tender kiss on Vince’s lips, “good night.”

As Chucky’s eyes closed, Vince marveled at the lingering feeling on his lips. How genuine the killer’s kiss had been in that moment. He clung to him even tighter as he fell asleep, dreaming of a bloody but romantic future.