#hello kai thank you for the request

[flowerkgk]

FEMSTARS IBAYUZU‼️‼️‼️‼️

SEIHA 🫡🫡🫡

and then they kissed

is this their dynamic I have no clue

[kamisama1kiss]

Hello:}

This is, uh, a Ninjago request:}

Um, I wanna request how the Ninjago characters react to their lover acting like a wife or husband to them, like, basically, the ninjas came back from a very tiring mission and when they came home they saw reader standing on the other side of the table that filled with food as they said, "welcome home, dear." And the reader is just babying the ninjas with lots of love. Oh, I want reader to kiss their forehead while they eat:D

Idk if I did a good job explaining but I hope you can understand it all XD

Thank you, lots of love, and take care of yourself<3

Stop this is so cuteee! I hope that I was able to execute your idea well when writing 🙏

Ninjago Headcanons °Love like home°

~Lloyd Garmadon~

Placing down the last plate on the dining table right as the shoji slid up revealing an exhausted Lloyd, halting in his steps before the expression fell into a look of softness and gratitude. "Welcome home hero" spoken in a gental tone from yours truly along with a small upward lipcurl.

"You made all this.. for me?" Questioning outloud as he moved across the room for a seat. In awe and love struck him as he reached to assemble his favourite meal, feeling the gaze of his lover lingering on every move. "Of course I would." Circling the table to stand by his side, brushing the blond fringe to the side along with a plant of a kiss blossomed on his forehead.

Having sat down next to him to redo his action onto your own plate, "You're truly amazing." Could be heard mumbling from the green man himself, turning to look and finding him already facing you with a hint of pink. "And I'll gladly do it every chance possible." Speaking in a hushed tone and a gental smile.

~Kai Smith~

Swung open the shoji with a frustrated groan. "It was an absolu-.." Pausing in all movment to see a whole meal prepared for him, "Babe?" He asked with both brows raised. Staring in awe of his lovers' dedication, "I figured you'd need some refuil after today."

Taking a few longer strides to greet his lover with a side hug, kissing your cheek softly. "You really are a saint, babes." He chuckled softly, the fire shining in his amber eyes dimmed to a soft crackling. "Thank you." Whispering gently.

"You're welcome." Greeting in the same tone as you switched to hold his face, storking his cheeks with your thumbs in a repetitive motion before pulling him down a little to peck his forehead in a quick yet affectionet motion. "Come on, let's eat before it gets cold." Lighly pushing at him before taking a seat with him following short. "About time!"

~Cole Brookstone~

The creek of the wooden shoji snapped your focus to the entrance. It was a suprise he'd shown up at such an early time then expected. "Welcome back home, sweetheart. I'm almost done, so you can just go ahead and sit down." Motening to the table with a smile having seem his suprise experience.

"Love? You made all this for me?" Speaking as a huge grin grew on his lips, sitting down without a spark hesitation lingering. "Yeah, I know how tired you've been after the last missions." Humming with reply and putting some cooked rice into a bowl as the last part.

"You truly are a life saver." He chuckled, but the sweetness in his tone wasn't missed either, his chocolate brown eyes focused on your form moving around as eventually stood next to him with a bowl of rice. Leaning over to give his forehead a peck before placing the bowl down. "Seeing you happy makes me happy."

~Zane Julian~

"Hello dearest, I've arrived home for the evening." Spoke the nindroid with a soft smile resting on his face as the shoji was slid to the side, shifting his head to the side from the view of a whole meal prepared for his arrival. "I'm glad to hear that. Welcome home, dear." You hummed, patting your hands on the aprin with a gleeful smile.

"I've made dinner tonight. Usually, you insist on making, but now it was my turn." His lover chuckled lightly before shifting over to him, grabbing a hold of his hands. "I, in fact, very much appreciate your efforts, but this act wasn't needed." Keep the tone soft but also gentle, can't lie, but his heart was overheating just a little.

"Still, I wanted to do it for you.. Kinda, as a thank you for all the times you it." Soften even more in your hold as his baby blues fell to the table. "Shall we get started before it gets the chance to catch cold?" As you smiled and gave him a hug, pulling him down for a kiss at the corner of his lips. "Now you're speaking my language."

"But I've always done so-"

~Jay Walker~

"Welcome home, sunshine," his lover spoke aloud as a whine came out, turning the corner, having thought that he hadn't been noticed. "Awe, you're too good at this game, babe." Nonetheless, a small boyish smile plasterd to his face, hands on both hips.

Returning with a chuckle, shaking your head at his silly act. "Even after your missions, you're full of life." Turing his nose with a shrug of his shoulders, acting as he'd had no clue. "Go ahead and sit down, I've been waiting for you to come back."

In a blink of the eye, he was sat next to you with a look of pure joy. "Did you know you're the best?" Whisper yelling, placing his scarred hand on top of yours. "So you've said before." Smiling at the motion before moving to kiss his freckled cheek, watching as the blue ninja turned pink with an evident avoiding of eye contact.

~Nya Smith~

As you were cutting up some last bits of vegetables yet being careful, not having heard their water lover quietly gliding into the kitchen. "It smells amazing, babe." She smiled along with a small chuckle as her arms wrapped around your waist, placing her head on your shoulder.

Jumped slightly as you had been spaced out but laughed it off. "Welcome home, sweetheart. How was it?" A tone so filled with love, turning around to face her properly as she then rested her hands on either side of your waist. "Tiring, as usual.. is that what I think it is?" Raising a slight brow

Her loved hummed with a nod while wrapping their arms around her neck. "Yes, it is." The couple now both smiled as Nya leaned for a stolen kiss, "I love you so!" You laughed from her tone and plasterd on even more kisses on her face, the last one on her forehead. "Let me cut up the last part and settle down, yeah?"

~~~

It's so good being back to writing, and I'll be working on the requests in my drafts now! I'll come around to them all when I get used to writing again!! 🫶

[camarei]

Hii!! Could you do a fic with reader being insecure of her body after having a child but nanami helps her feel better ??

you’ve been standing in front of the mirror for the past 30 minutes. hands squeezing your stomach, stretch marks are clear as a day.

you’ve felt nothing but disgust to yourself. sure, motherhood was a rewarding thing—but, the outcome wasn’t.

your mind was always preoccupied on what his thoughts are.

does he feel disgusted looking at you like you do? would he leave you for someone who has a better one?

your thoughts were snapped as the bedroom door clicks and shuts, seeing kento in the reflection.

his hands automatically going to your waist as he places his chin on your shoulder.

“hello, love. are you okay?” he mumbled, giving soft pecks on your neck.

“do you think my body’s awful?” you ask with no hesitations.

“what? of course not. what or who made you think that?” he looks at you, as if you offended him.

“nothing, s’just that i don’t feel... beautiful anymore.” you let out a heavy sigh.

he takes you to the bed. he sits up as he opted you to lay on his lap. your head not resting on top of it.

“your body’s gorgeous, sweetheart. you just brought life into this world, nothing’s more beautiful than that—than you. please, don’t ever think about that again.” he paused for a bit, gently caressing your cheek. his free hand gently playing with your hair.

“i love you not for your body, but for who you are as a person. i don’t want you worrying about how i feel towards how you appear because in my perspective, you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid my eyes on. i’m always here to help you out. baby steps, ‘kay? i don’t want you bottling these up, dear...” he sighed heavily, looking at you as if he’s pleading.

“m’sorry, ken...” you turned your hid to the side and bury your face on his stomach.

“there’s nothing to apologize for, okay? i love you so much, sweetheart. please, always remember that. now rest.” he muttered, softly patting your head.

you quickly sat up.

“but the baby... she might be hungry and wake up any minute i have to take care of her—” you were completely cut off with a shush.

“you deserve a rest too, my love. i’ll take care of her. what i want you to do is sleep.” he brings his hand on your cheek as he thumbs your cheeks. pulling you in for a kiss.

“are you sure?”

“positive, dear.”

“okay. goodnight, kenny.”

“goodnight, my sweet girl. sweet dreams, yeah?” giving you one last peck as you succumb to sleep.

swu’s note: thank you for the request! hopefully, this made some sense... my head was hurting so bad... also, nanami prefers a daughter over a son, you can’t change my mind :3

[itsnesss]

Hello! May I request reader being a ballerina and Kwon is smitten? Thank you so much 😙🙏

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 | kwon jae-sung × fem!reader

summary | you challenge kwon to learn ballet, and as you guide him through the moves, the tension between you both builds

warnings | fluff, romantic, tension, flirting, competitive

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The echo of classical music fills the rehearsal room as you glide your feet precisely over the wooden floor. Each movement is calculated, each turn a work of art. Ballet is not just a passion; it’s your life, your discipline, your refuge.

You don’t notice his presence until the melody fades, and silence envelops you.

“I didn’t know you did this,” his deep, confident voice resonates in the room. You turn abruptly and find him leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, his posture relaxed but with that intense look in his eyes.

Kwon, one of Cobra Kai’s most feared fighters. His style is aggressive, merciless, and yet, here he is, watching you as if he’s never seen something so impressive in his life.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to hide your surprise.

“I was passing by the hallway and heard the music,” he responds without taking his eyes off you. “I didn’t imagine you… danced ballet.”

“And I didn’t imagine you cared.”

He raises an eyebrow, amused.

“I don’t usually waste my time on nonsense. But this… this is different.”

You cross your arms.

“Different how?”

He shrugs.

“You’re good. Really good. It’s… impressive.”

You didn’t expect that kind of compliment from him. Kwon’s not the type to hand out praise.

“If you like it so much, do you want to try it?”

He lets out a low chuckle.

“No, thanks. I prefer real fights.”

“Oh, sure. Because ballet isn’t demanding or doesn’t require strength or control.”

His expression changes slightly. You know you’ve touched his pride.

“Are you saying ballet is harder than karate?”

“I’m saying it requires more discipline than you think.”

The defiant glint in his eyes is unmistakable.

“Prove it to me.”

A smile forms on your lips.

“Alright, Cobra Kai. Let’s see if you can keep up.”

You approach and take his hand, positioning him in the correct posture. His muscles tense under your touch, but he doesn’t pull away.

“First, balance,” you say. “Relevé.”

You show him how to rise onto the tips of his toes. Kwon tries to imitate you but barely manages to stay up for a few seconds before he stumbles.

“Damn…” he mutters, frowning.

You laugh.

“Giving up that quickly? I thought Cobra Kai never dies.”

His gaze sharpens.

“I don’t give up.”

He tries again, this time staying up a bit longer. You feel his determination in every fiber of his being, and for a moment, you’re surprised at how much he wants to impress you.

“Not bad,” you admit, still holding his arm. “Now, try a spin.”

“You want me to do pirouettes?”

“Come on, Jae-Sung. Just one try.”

He sighs but follows your instructions. He spins awkwardly, almost losing his balance. Instinctively, you grab him before he falls, and in that instant, the closeness between you two becomes evident.

His breath is heavy, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

“This is harder than I thought,” he murmurs.

“Told you.”

His hand remains on your waist, and the heat radiating from his skin sends a shiver down your spine. There’s something different in his expression. Something you didn’t expect.

“You’re incredible.”

His voice is low, almost like a secret. And before you can respond, his gaze falls to your lips, and suddenly, ballet isn’t the only thing that has him captivated.

His gaze, intense and dark, stays locked on yours, and for the first time, there’s no arrogance in his expression. Just something raw, something genuine.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper, feeling your heart race.

“I don’t know,” he replies softly, but the way his eyes briefly flick to your lips says otherwise.

You feel like you should pull away, break the tension, make some sarcastic remark to ease the awkwardness of the moment. But you don’t. Because deep down, a part of you is enjoying this.

“Still want to learn ballet?” you ask, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not interested in ballet,” he says, and his tone makes your stomach do a flip. “I’m interested in you.”

The impact of his words hits you with the same force as a well-executed kick on the tatami.

“W-what?” you stammer, blinking in disbelief.

He offers a slight smile, that typical half-smirk of Kwon Jae-Sung that appears when he knows he has the upper hand.

“Don’t act surprised. I’ve liked you for a while.”

Your brain momentarily shuts down. Since when? How did you not notice?

“You’re joking…” you murmur, but your voice sounds more like a plea than a statement.

“Do I look like someone who jokes about this?”

No, he doesn’t.

Kwon Jae-Sung never does anything without intention, and if there’s one thing he’s proven in all the fights he’s won, it’s that he never enters a battle without being sure of his victory.

And now? Now his gaze tells you he’s completely sure of how he feels.

You take a step back, trying to put some distance between you, but he doesn’t let go.

“Kwon…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he interrupts, his tone softer than ever. “Just tell me if I have a chance.”

The question hangs in the air.

You look at his face, the sharp features, the dark, deep eyes, the way his jaw tightens with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. You never thought you’d see Kwon like this, as someone vulnerable.

And then, without thinking too much about it, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

“Maybe.”

His expression changes. First, surprise. Then, satisfaction.

“Maybe, huh?”

“If you can do a decent pirouette… maybe more than that.”

Kwon lets out a laugh, and for the first time tonight, you see his full smile. It’s sincere, without arrogance or mockery.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

“It is."

“Alright.”

Kwon isn’t someone who accepts defeat easily. If he were, he wouldn’t be where he is, wouldn’t be one of the most lethal fighters. But this time, his fight isn’t on a tatami, it’s in a dance studio, and instead of punches and kicks, he’s fighting against balance and the precision of a spin.

And against his own heart, because, to be honest, he’s never felt this out of control as when he’s with you.

You step back, crossing your arms as you watch him prepare. His posture is stiff, clearly more used to being firm and on guard than to the fluidity of movement.

“Relax,” you advise with a playful smile. “This isn’t a fight, Jae-Sung.”

“For me, everything’s a fight.”

He says it with his usual confident tone, but this time, there’s something more. Something deeper.

You take a deep breath and approach him again, gently resting your hands on his shoulders. You feel the tension in his body, the way he stiffens under your touch. But he doesn’t pull away.

“You don’t need brute strength here,” you whisper. “Just let go.”

Your hands slide down his arms and then to his hands, guiding him into the correct posture. Kwon stays silent, his eyes locked on you, his breathing slightly heavier than usual.

“Like this?” he asks, his voice quieter than usual.

You nod.

“Now spin.”

He tries it. And, for his first real attempt, it’s not that bad. Although, of course, his spin ends up being a bit rougher than it should be, his balance still not quite there.

“Damn…” he murmurs, frowning as he steadies himself.

You can’t help but let out a laugh.

“That’s not exactly the attitude of a champion, Kwon.”

He shoots you a sharp look, but there’s something playful in it.

“Give me a week, and I’ll be better than you.”

“Oh, sure. Like that’s possible."

“Don’t doubt it. I don’t lose.”

He says it with that confidence that makes him so Kwon. But what you don’t expect is what happens next.

Suddenly, without warning, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. Not roughly, but with enough firmness that you end up pressed against his chest.

Your breath stops.

“What… what are you doing?” you murmur, all too aware of the heat of his skin even through the fabric of his shirt.

“If I can’t do it alone… then teach me like this.”

And before you can protest, his hands rest on your waist. His fingers are firm, but gentle, as if he still can’t believe he’s really touching you.

“Let’s spin together.”

Your heart beats fast, but you manage to keep your composure.

“Alright… but if you step on my toes, I swear I’ll put you in a hold.”

He smiles.

“I accept the risk.”

And then, you spin.

This time, there’s no awkwardness in him. No roughness. It’s just him following you, letting himself be guided, trusting you. And for a brief moment, it’s as if everything disappears. There’s no karate, no ballet, no rivalry. Just the two of you.

When the spin ends, you both stand still, still too close.

“That… was better,” Kwon murmurs, but his voice sounds distracted.

Maybe because his eyes are on your lips again.

And this time, he doesn’t try to hide it.

You don’t have time to process it before he closes the distance between you two.

It’s a firm, sure kiss, but at the same time, restrained. As if he’s measuring the intensity, as if he’s waiting for you to stop him. But you don’t.

Because, against all logic, against all the differences between you, against all odds…

You want this too.

And when your hands slide up his chest and entangle in his neck, when you respond to his kiss with the same intensity, Kwon smiles against your lips.

Because this time, he knows the victory is his.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi! I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request a Yandere!Platonic 1st Years (+Grim) with an Eri!Reader?

How would they feel learning of her abused, trauma, and her unfamiliarity with general society and social norms? (Who’s looking murderous when they see just the scars littered around her arms and legs when her bandages are removed?)

Though it’s a whole different story when she says she sees her power as nothing but a ‘curse’, and her existence a ‘burden’ that only makes others suffer? All because of the man named ‘Overhaul’, the one who did this so her? (Who’s about to go feral when she admits she doesn’t remember how to smile?)

But she starts to become more positive thanks to Grim and slowly the others (She likes Grim and is very sparkly eyed because he talks, breaths fire and thinks he’s amazing)

Imagine when she says she made a friend all on her very own who’s ‘like her’, though they lightly chastise her that she shouldn’t talk with strangers (It’s Malleus, they’re both lonely, have horns she has 1, while Malleus has 2, have an incredible power that’s very dangerous, and they’re unfamiliar/slow with society)

Eri Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’ve been through so much….so you’ve been told. The pain, the heartbreak, the constant voice in your head that has guilt weighing on your little heart. Your transportation to Twisted Wonderland couldn’t come at a better time. They’re going to welcome you cage you to this new world more than willing to spoil you to your hearts content:

Grim 

“Oi oi servant they all think we’re monsters!”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah! So we gotta show them we’re gonna be the greatest mages in here!”

“Oh….okay!”

He’s the perfect chaotic companion

He teaches you to allow yourself to do what you want

Granted his guidance isn’t all knowing

No matter how tasty Heartslabyul’s tarts are you shouldn’t eat them everytime you visit — especially without permission

Either way you’re learning to forgive yourself and allow you to have fun

And leave it to Grim to say whatever snarky thing you’d like to say when your big-brothers get in the way

“Nyeh! You won’t be able to do anything against my flames, nyah!”

Ace Trappola

“Hey if I catch you moping about that plague doctor guy, I’ll sock ya in the head!”

“Ace?!”

“I-i-i won’t!”

In a weird way you’re so used to being bullied (by kai) that you tend to take his bully-affection to heart

You know he cares, he just won’t tell you often

He reminds you of a certain blonde…

It also makes you more privy to his very willing desire to steamroll over anyone he deems a problem for you

“I think he meant that as a joke, Ace…”

“Joke schmoke, I warned you, you stain! I’m putting you in the medical wing.”

“Ace, please!” 

Deuce Spade

“(Y/n), did you eat today? Are you feeling well? Do you need me to carry you!”

Mother hen of the group

He’s hovering close behind even when you don’t see him

Always making sure you’re safe and happy as can be

He’s teeming with anxiety if he’s not watching you himself

Even worse if you get hurt accidentally or on purpose

Now he’s Mama bear totally bearing the claws to protect you

He’s not going to leave you to defend yourself

Especially when your abilities hinge on your mental state

He’s trying his best

“Are you doing the breathing techniques Crewel recommended? Where’s your paper bag?”

Jack Howl

“Hello little one.”

“Hi.”

“Would you…like to sit on my shoulders?”

“Yes!”

Your #1 guard dog

Doesn’t have to worry considering Deuce is freaking out for him

He’ll be the sane voice of reason because Ace isn’t anywhere close to reliable in his eyes

Naturally he entrances you with his tail and overall dog-like personality

But don’t forget he’s got the bite force of a wolf that he’s not afraid to use if he deems fit

“Pup, don’t stop yourself from having fun or being…young. I–we will keep you safe.”

Epel Felmier

“You’re so pretty.”

“...Thanks.”

You’re the only one who can get away with calling him that

And he loves nothing more than escaping Vil to find out what other sweet makes you smile sweetly 

He’s also one of the first to join Ace as part of the self-proclaimed protection committee

He’s also one of the first to suggest taking it further than a mere beatdown

Anything for his new little sibling

“If there’s no body…there’ll be no problems.”

Sebek Zigvolt

“TINY HORNED HUMAN! WHERE IS YOUR DIASOMNIA PIN!” 

“Uhm…Ace took it from me…said it was unfair.”

“THAT FOOL. COME CHILD I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU THE PIN AGAIN.”

Is definitely apart of a brainwash committee of his own and is insistent you become Diasomnia’s new mascot…under Malleus of course

His loudness sometimes scares you off but he means well

And will no doubt join the others if a few heads need to roll

“Rest easy, child. On my watch, no one will harm you.”

[dworkism]

HII LOVE YOUR TAMAKI WORK SM ALSO I WAS WONDERING IF YOU CAN DO TAMAKI X PREGNANT READER LIKE CUTE LITTLE THINGS LIKE THE BABY KICKING AND TAMAKI JUST HELPING READER WHEN EVER SHE IS HUNGRY OR PAIN AND WHEN THEY FIRST FOUND OUT ABOUT THE BABY?? 💞💞

HELLO ANONN! first of all, thank you so muchh! I'm so glad you enjoy my work!! <33 thank you for this ADORABLLEE request! I had much fun writing this short one, I hope this satisfies you!

❀˖° — suneater's sunshine

pairings : tamaki amajiki x fem!reader

warnings : a bit suggestive at the start, but tis all!

➤ masterlist!

Tamaki had always been the pretty nervous one in your relationship. Hell, it was such a sight to see him all flustered on your first night after your wedding. He couldn’t stop apologizing and turning his head away, although his eyes did betray glances to you as you lay atop of him. 

And now here you were, sitting on the toilet, your hand trembled slightly as you clasped the other over your mouth.

Two lines.

So plain to the sight, obvious, plain. You are expecting.

Your lips slipped out a single chuckle of disbelief, and your hand found its way to your stomach, as if saying your silent hello to the one growing inside of you. 

The bathroom door burst open as you rushed out to Tamaki, who was busy fastening his cloak. He jolted upon your sudden loudness, “W-what’s wrong, angel?” He cautiously asked, walking over to you to study your expression that contrasted his concerned one. Your smile grew wider as you slowly lifted the small strip of pregnancy test to him, your finger pointing to the two lines displayed on it as you squealed. “I-I’m..” You giggled in giddiness, “Tama, I’m pregnant! I-I’m pregnant!!” 

Tamaki’s hand felt stiff so suddenly, dropping his cloak to the floor as he rushed closer to you, his hand hovering over the test as his eyes flickered upon it, as if studying it, figuring out if it was real or not. “H-how…? What…?” His voice was small, disbelief and a hint of smile laced upon it. He scoffed a laugh, before looking at you, as his smile grew wide. Gently, he grabbed you by the waist, and you could definitely feel his hands slightly tremble as he did. 

With a smile, he placed a small kiss on your forehead, “Thank you, angel.” He softly spoke. 

His hand moved to your chin to tilt it up just slightly, enough for him to look into your eyes, smiling so lovesick-ly. Then he kissed you again, this time on your nose as he pressed his forehead on yours. 

Ahem..! 

He pulled back slowly, now grasping you by the shoulders as his eyes turned somewhat serious, although a hint of pleading was in it as well. 

“This means… you should.. uh… stop drinking so much coffee, k-kay..?” Cracked and nervous was the voice that came out of him, and you could feel the slight tightening on his grasp. 

You chuckled, nodding as you rolled your eyes. “Yeeess, Tama. I promise,” 

⋆˚꩜｡

A few months had passed, and Tamaki couldn’t help but squeak softly in fuzziness for every time he saw you on the couch, all round and soft from the pregnancy, and as much he felt kind of guilty for it, he just couldn’t help but take a picture, and would even adore it for moments, smiling softly to himself. But as he heard the soft groan from you as you got up from the couch, he immediately rushed to your side, softly pushing you back down.

“Where are you going?” He asked, brows furrowing as a warning. 

“The dishes–” 

“I’ll do them, r-right now.” Were the words he would say before rushing to the chore. It happens all the time.

Whatever chore it was, he would say those exact words. Dishes? On it. Cooking dinner? Already did it. Hell, as much as hates it, he even took out the trash for you, forcing a strained smile as he walked out the door to convince you he was more than happy to help you around (which he was). Because if it meant you would rest and not buzz around the house, he’d do it.  

At nights where your mood swings were the worst, he’d always be there, and maybe even cry along with you just because he was too sentimental seeing you cry. He’d be kneeled down in front of you, caressing your belly softly, kissing it while he hushed things to you like; “You’re so strong, stronger than me, angel.” or “Oh, y/n, you’re so beautiful, hm? So beautiful..”

I can't stress it enough that he's such a fuss before and after doctor appointments. The first time your baby kicked, he was whispering sweet things to your belly, saying how excited he is to meet the baby and how beautiful it must be, and- nudge!

“What– what was that!!” He cried out, pointing to your belly as he shot up from his kneel.

You simply chuckled, reaching to his hand to calm him down as you replied, “It’s just the baby kicking, Tama.”

“But– but–! It was so harsh! A-and…” 

“I-I think we should go to the doctor, Y/n, I’m kind of worried…” 

And he did end up taking you to the doctor after about ten minutes of back and forth of him begging you and you reassuring him it was normal that a baby kicks, and his replies were always; “I know it’s normal for babies to kick! B-but that one wasn’t!!” (his argument was that the baby had always been calm before this)

So after the doctor did say it was normal, then he’d calm down. Rubbing his hand over his chest like an old grandma. But after the doctor says that you might have to rest more seeing the baby’s growth, he immediately took that and ran with it. By ‘ran with it’ I mean he forbids you to even go shopping, and he ended up being the one doing all the grocery shopping. And if that wasn’t enough, the moment you two came back from the doctor that day, he called his agency to say that he had to take a break from his hero work.

His reasoning?

“M-my wife needs me,”

Goodness, he was acting like the pregnant one the whole time, and panicked the most at the smallest events. Don’t even get me started when you said you had cramps that time when you woke up in the morning. (He thought he had killed the baby accidentally by kicking it when he was sleeping)

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[jarofstyles]

For fluffy requests: how about harry and yn both had a super long hard week, and they spend friday night getting high together? or drunk/tipsy. I just love intox handsy harry so much.

Absolutely!!! I love mushy H so much.

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Warnings- they’re high, weed mention, cute as hell

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“Christ.” She heard the whisper as she looked over from her phone to the man approaching her. He’d gone to go grab some chips, but it was evident that he’d been distracted the moment he walked back into the room.

“What?” The word was laughed under her breath as she tilted her head up properly to watch as he placed the bowl of chips down, getting on his knees in front of her. “Oh- hello?” Large hands pawed at her knees, pulling them apart as he wiggled his way to kneel between them. “What’s goin’ on?”

Harry’s mind was an interesting place that she liked to explore, but when he was high she couldn’t anticipate what he would do or say. It was exciting, in a way, because some of his funniest moments or revelations appeared from this exact scenarios. His eyes were slightly bloodshot as they looked over her face in awe, the bated silence making her raise a questioning brow at him.

“Just…” he licked his bottom lip, sliding his hands up over her thighs. The lack of pants seemed to please him, skin to skin contact making him lean further into her space. “Don’t think you know how much I love you. Didn’t think I could love you more, n’then bam!” He widened his eyes, making her jump at the sudden loudness of the word. “Walked in here and like… swear, my heart grew. Like the grinch or… Oscar the grouch? Whoever the fuck, they’re both fuzzy, green and grouchy, but. It hit me in the stomach and it’s like…. You’re my girl. Call yourself my girlfriend t’everyone. You’re wearing my fuckin’ shirt!”

Like it was the greatest honor of all time, he preened at the vision of her in front of him. One hand slipped under the shirt to grasp her tummy while the other grabbed her hand, pulling it to lay flat on his chest. “See? My heart kicked up a storm as soon as you touch me. S’fucking crazy. You don’t even know that it does this all the time too.” If he wasn’t being so earnest, Y/N would have giggled at how amazed he was at the concept of love. It was stupidly endearing.

“I love you too, baby.” She whispered, putting her phone down so she could hold his face in her other hand. He was right- his heart was thudding hard against her palm. “Thank you for telling me. Are you… what are you doing?”

While she stroked his cheek he had shuffled forward, wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her into his body. Her at the edge of the couch and him grabbing her other hand to put it in his hair before lifting her shirt up and ducking under it. “Woah! What’re y’doing, crazy man?”

“Need t’be closer to your heart.” He mumbled, lips pressing against her chest. It was entirely chaste and she could feel the intention before his cheek pressed against it. Her hand migrated from his chest to behind his neck, the position slightly odd but incredibly sweet. Surely his knees had to be sore from the hardwood but he didn’t care, nuzzling into her as he whispered to her.

“Love your heart. Gonna take care of it like y’take care of me, n’we’re gonna have a nice lil�� life just gettin’ to grow out love for each other. Gonna make you some good food later so you’re all nourished and then we’ll take a shower, but I think I wanna take a nap here.” He sighed, eyes shut as she gently massaged the back of his neck.

“Well… if you want to nap, that’s okay, but you need to get up here. You can’t nap on your knees, baby.”

“Shh. Jus’ for a little bit. Promise, mama. M’fine. Just don’t move n’keep doing that thing on my neck. If I was in a different mood that could probably make me nut, if m’honest.”

“Oooookay. Shh. Go to sleep.” She snorted, wondering how much more he’d have smoked when she wasn’t looking to get to this state.

“Kay. Love you so much, mama. You’re my entire world n’if I dream, it’ll probably be about you. It always is.”

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Hello!! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I came here cause I'd like to request a Shadow x Reader at Reader's friends party but they leave early because they're not really party ppl and just spend the night in each other's comfort? Thank you!

“Shared Uncomfort”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You were never a party person, and neither was your partner, but you had to come and say happy birthday to your friend. No harm in leaving early, right?

Notes: Aw, this is a nice one! I hope you enjoy, anon!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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You were tired.

Not in the normal sense; it wasn’t that late in the day.

But your social battery was starting to die.

You look over at your partner, Shadow, and he also seems a bit irritated.

Don’t get you wrong; you love hanging out with your friend, but with the amount of people at this party, you were exhausted.

You and Shadow share a glance, thinking the same thing, nodding.

You quickly locate [Friend’s Name] and walk over to them as Shadow stays in his spot, taking a sip of his drink.

“Hey [Name]! Enjoying the party?” [Friend’s Name] asks.

“Yeah, it’s been fun,” you tell them. “But Shadow and I are gonna head out.”

“Oh, alright! Thanks for coming,” they say, holding out a fist for a fistbumb, which you do with a smile.

“Cya, [Friend’s Name],” you say. “And have a good rest of your birthday.”

“I will! And stay safe out there, kay?” they request.

You give them a two-fingered salute before walking back over to Shadow.

“Thank chaos you said something, otherwise I would have teleported us both out,” Shadow says, and you let out a chuckle.

You hold out a hand for Shadow to take, which he does with a small smile.

“Wanna walk home, or would you rather Chaos Control?” you ask him.

“I’d rather get out of here faster,” Shadow says. “Chaos Control!”

In a flash, the two of you are home, and thank Gaia.

You flop onto the couch on your back with a loud sigh, Shadow flopping on top of you, snuggling into your chest.

Home at last.

[simp-ly-writes]

Love is Blind

─────── · · A Smosh FanFic

Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: Smosh Games is making another title in the smash hit board game series, love is blind, but is it all fun and games- or will you actually end up winning something worth a lot more?

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, super tooth-rotting fluff, part social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at humour, a bit chaotic but the vibes are there.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,570

─ · · A/N: let us all thank the anon that sent this request it! 😊

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"Hello everyone and welcome to the Smosh Games channel today we will be finding out is definitively, is love truly blind? And as you can all see, I am joined here with (name), Amanda, Arasha, Olivia, Spencer, Chance, and Trevor for the first time in this shows history!" Angela introduces the viewer as you all way and cheer for Trevor who hides behind his wine glass with a playful smile.

"How are we all feeling today?" Angela asks the table and Amanda leads first. "Heyyyy, My names Amanda I'm 25 and my friends told me to come on this show. I ummmm, am from New York, yaaa! And I love to party, I work as a marketing assistant!"

"Hi, I'm Olivia, 44, I was told we win money on this show-?" Amanda leans over whispering a loud no, and you laugh as her shoulder drop. "Well, I was going to be on this show to win but now I'm just here for the drama and if I find love, great, whatever- I work as a scientist, can make more money."

"Hello, Name's Trevor and I work in digital media, I-uh am 20-something and love to cook!"

"Its Arasha and I am 20, this is being filmed and Europe so don't you dare take this glass away from me! I work in Digital media as well and if my first date is a walk on the beach, just know that there won't be a second date, m-kay?"

"Sup, I'm straight-Chance and you all have no-chance if I'm the other one in a love triangle. I am 22 and work as an actor, catch me in films you never knew about!"

"I'm Angela, 50, sales, have been divorced thrice and am looking for my fourth special-someone."

"Ummm, hi? I'm (name) i'm (age), and work also in Digital Media. I-uh love table-top games and yeah"

"Hi, I'm Spencer, 33, and also love table-top gaming..." You and Spencer both look at one another with a smile before looking towards Angela as she quickly goes over the rules and the game commences.

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Early on, you were not matching with anyone and that was making you nervous. Sure it was a silly game in all but you were competitive nonetheless and seeing as Olivia, Amanda, and Chance all had multiple connections while you had one and nearly a half, you knew that your odds didn't look great.

"Okay!" it was your turn to read out a question card. "For a date I would: A. Rather stay inside, B. Go out to Dinner. C. Go for a Walk-"

"Fuck the walk," Olivia slammed her card down before you could even show your decision, the cast erupted with laughter as you didn't bat an eyelash and turned over your card. "I said A. Stay Inside. I was thinking we could have a movie night at home or just order in. More intimate that way," you explain. Suddenly feeling the reality of the game come to life as you nervously waited on your peers answers.

"the results are in and only one A... hm" you commented, checking it off on your card with a small from. This unknown person was really running away with your scorecard, only one more point and you could propose- potentially winning the game. It was time to lock it in.

Round after round, question after question, you and this person were connecting effortlessly, it even had you questioning if you had both broken the game by how in-sync your answers were. So much so that the other members of cast started wiggling their eyebrows in your direction as your cheeks warmed.

"Okay guys! Its only just a game but a game I do intend to win!"

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So focused on creating a strategy to match your unknown match, you were none the wiser to Angela calling out your name multiple times.

"C'mon you are sounding like my ex-wives, never listening to me. Please stand up, I have something to say, no one else is playing the purple character" Angela yelled across the table, pointing in your face as you held your hands up and walked around to stand in front of the table.

"(name), even though we both have not known one another for long, I have fallen so in love with you. More in love than my other two, or was it three wives? and however many children I father... just know that I want to have you be mine. Please marry me?" Angelas voice cracks near the end, she conceals her laughter by biting her shoulder as you bring up your hands to your mouth to do the same.

Your eyes are clouding in tears before you burst out in laughter and say no, watching as she collapses to her side and bellows out dramatic cries before standing back up and asking Olivia to come over, they both end up getting engaged.

"I would actually like to call someone forward. If the blue character could greet me at the front, please." And to your shock (and internal horror yet delight), Spencer steps forwards, your eyes wide as saucers as he smiles at you. Forgetting what to do Spencer looks down, reminding you to propose much to everyones enjoyment and your embarrassment as Tommy shouts out from behind the camera, "Could love truly be blind???"

"Shut-up, please! Spencer, I-uh. Well we have connected a lot over this game, we see eye-to-eye and have formed a meaningful connection over these hours that have felt like years. I never knew someone could match my freak, so to speak and would you do me the honour of marrying me?" you take the ring out of your back pocket, presenting it to Spencer who appears to have the blush of his own.

You both stand their still in that moment, forgetting the cast, crew, and cameras, "yes, I do- I mean yes I will marry you." Standing up to place the ring on his finger, you both hug and hold each other for a moment too long for what should be a cut scene before taking to your seats.

In all honesty, you both forget that you are still holding each others hands after the cut-scene and it carries through to the end of the game.

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The drama continues yet for you and Spencer, it was smooth sailing as you both did not go out looking for a 'better connection' and end up making it to your wedding day. you keep having to remind yourself that this is a mere fantasy, a game but it feels too real as Spencer takes your hands in his own, smiling and whispering jokes for only you to hear as Tommy reads out your vows.

"And do you, Spencer, take (name) to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"yes, I do," Spencer says, placing the ring on your finger, bringing it up to his face for a kiss as your face heats up more than it has all game. "And (name) do you take Spencer to be your lawfully wedded spouse? In sickness and in health? For richer or poorer? For both as long as you shall live always?"

"I do." And the cast and crew all stand and cheer as in that moment you both debate on kissing one another. "Are you playing?-"

"Never," Spencer eases your worries, "could I kiss you?" he asks in a soft tone, wanting to cherish the moment you both know to be real.

"Yes, please." And then his lips are on your own, the world silenced yet again, his had cupping your cheek as you lean into his touch.

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When the cameras cut, your lips still tingling and your face set with an unmoving smile that Spencer mirrors. You two are the only ones left on the set as Spencer leans against the table, "I know this seems a bit weird considering that we're married-" you laugh before asking him to continue with hopeful eyes as he reaches out to hold your hand, you accept, fingers intertwining.

"Would you want to go out sometime?"

"Yes, I would really like that."

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spennser first date and just married, quite the day! w/@.yourusername

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yourusername you forgot engaged too*

↳ spennser sorry my bad 😞

username24 if you two didn't end up going out after THAT episode, I would believe that love is dead, not blind... or well maybe both idk

Ianhecox this post is doing numbers, please make more videos together, we need these profit margins 🙏

co_mill you two are so cute, can't wait for when you actually get married! 🥹

↳ spennser who says that that wedding was fake? 🤨 ↳ co_mill no, you are correct. I have no idea what I was saying earlier, beautiful ceremony, now can I have your spouse? ↳ spennser no ❤️

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trevorevarts cograts, cograts, congrats, and congrats (I think I got them all?)

anthonypadilla I leave smosh again for one day to go to the doctors and now another pair of you are getting married, wtf?

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Could you do David 'Deacon' Kay with wife reader? They always knew what to do if Deac died but they didn't prepare for her. Kinda like Annie when she was sick. Angst but ending with fluff. Thanks!! :))

Title : "in sickness & in health"

Warnings : hospitals, Reader gets sick, worried Deac, angst with a happy ending,

Summary : You both prepared for what would happen if Deacon died or got sick- but you never planned for what would happen if you were the one to get sick.

A/n : I originally planned for this to have more angst, but I changed my mind halfway 😭 anyway I hope this is what you had in mind and thank you for the request !!

Word count : 616

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It was just a normal day. Deacon went to work, the kids went to school & preschool. So you were all alone at home.

You cleaned the house up a little since the kids left a mess in the living room after playing with Legos the previous night. You felt slightly off when you woke up but you just brushed it off thinking it was just the nerves at the thought of your husband getting hurt on the job.

After a while you decided to go visit David at work, since you had nothing else to do. That feeling of something being wrong never went away…

Maybe something was seriously wrong.

After parking in front of the SWAT HQ you got out grabbing your bag and walking towards the front entrance. Even if Deacon was probably out somewhere on call you thought it would maybe be nice if you just popped in to say hello. Walking past security the feeling got much much worse. Something was really wrong.

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And then it all went black, you collapsed onto the floor unconscious. The next thing you could remember was waking up in the hospital with David sitting next to you. He was holding his head in his hand and he was crying. Slowly reaching out, you grabbed his hand squeezing it twice. He immediately looked up in relief since you were finally awake.

“You’re finally awake.” He muttered while standing up and brushing the hair out of your face. “How do you feel?” Deacon questioned you with a worried look on his face. “I feel fine, just a bit tired.” You replied with a tired smile.

Just as Deacon was about to speak the door opened and your three kids ran into the hospital room screaming “MOM!” You just smiled at them while your middle child - Lila ran up to the bed and immediately grabbed your hand while asking you a million questions at once. “Easy Lila, your mom just woke up. So let’s calm down and give her some space okay?”

You just smiled at her while patting the bed next to you, inviting her to sit down next to you. As soon as Lila had climbed onto the bed you pulled her into your lap squeezing her tightly and kissing her forehead. Then your boys slowly approached the hospital bed, upon seeing them you invited them to sit next to you and Lila. Matthew & Samuel immediately took you up on your offer and clambered up onto the bed and sat down next to you, snuggling up to you.

Deacon smiled at the sight of you laying in the hospital bed, with your kids curled up next to you. “I love you mom.” Matthew stated softly while clinging onto you tightly, despite being the oldest Matthew was still very clingy to you. Not that he’d ever admit it outright but it was very obvious.

Everyone knew a health scare like this could lead to serious consequences but it turned out to just be a bad case of the flu. So you had to stay in the hospital for a few days and Deacon never left your side. Your kids would go to school as normal despite their protests that they want to stay with you.

Deacon had made a deal with all three of them that if they went to school as normal he’d buy them ice cream and then they could come visit you in the hospital until it was bedtime and they had to go home and sleep. The kids would always light up as soon as they saw you, while telling you about their days at school and if they had made any new friends.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Sleeves

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!neighbor!reader

Summary: Deacon's son Sam loves giving you temporary tattoos. When Deacon comes home to find you with a full sleeve of them, he admits he could get used to seeing you like this.

Warnings/Word Count: 1.6k+ words of fluff (in which Deac flirts a lot)

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You step out of the car and sigh. It’s been a long day; you’re tired, stressed, and want to decompress. Before you move toward your door, someone calls your name.

“Sam!” you reply, smiling brightly as you lower to hug him.

“I brought you something,” he mumbles, reaching into his pockets.

“I wonder what it is,” you muse lightly. “Can you give me a hint?”

“No!” he exclaims with a laugh.

After another round of checking his pockets, he withdraws a small square of white cardstock with a plastic film over it. The temporary tattoos have become an inside joke between you and Samuel Kay. Since you did his dad Deacon a favor several months ago and babysat the boys and Lila while he embarked on a late-night raid, you’ve been the happy recipient of more tattoos than you can count. You’ve borne firetrucks, robots, planets, and animals on your skin. Deacon saw the first one, but you’re not sure if he knows that his son enjoys giving you tattoos nearly as much as he enjoys receiving them himself.

“Sam!” Deacon calls, walking into your yard. “What did I tell you about speaking to ladies?”

“Right,” Sam says, pinching his brows as he stands up straighter. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing well, Mr. Kay, thank you. How are you?”

“Better when I give tattoos,” he answers honestly.

Deacon shakes his head, and you thank Sam for the dog tattoo he gives you.

“How are you, older Mr. Kay?” you ask Deacon.

Sam looks between you and his dad, then returns to his brother and sister. You watch him go, smiling at his joy.

“Better when I see you,” Deacon answers.

“You’re teaching your children to be flirts, you know that, right?”

Deacon shrugs. “I have a favor to ask.”

“Anything.”

“My team was invited to an event the mayor is hosting. It’s tomorrow night and my usual babysitters aren’t available on such short notice.”

“I can absolutely watch the kids for you,” you offer. “As long as I can order them pizza.”

“Pizza!” Matthew shouts.

“They’d love that,” Deacon says, shaking his head. “Thank you. I can pay you or find another way to thank you.”

“Flirt,” you exclaim softly.

“You’ve done a lot for us,” Deacon explains. “Made this transition to single parenting easier. I appreciate it more than you know.”

“You deserve it all and more, Deacon. I’ll see you tomorrow, what time?”

“5?”

“See you at 5,” you promise. “Thanks, Sam!” you call. “Hi, Lila, hey, Matthew!”

They stop playing long enough to wave, and as you walk into your home with the smile only Deacon can bring you, you wonder if Deacon has any idea that you are the lucky one in this arrangement.

“Uncle Luca got it for me,” Sam explains after his dad leaves.

You’d had trouble speaking to Deacon before his teammate Street picked him up. With his form-fitting dark suit on, he’d been more attractive than usual, and your eyes and brain were working overtime.

“Very cool,” you tell Sam, looking at the oversized tattoo booklet with him. “Which one do you want to do first?”

Sam hums as he flips the page, and you stifle a laugh when you realize that he’s acting exactly like Deacon. He reaches a page of tattoos that are all pink and purple. He hesitates, then looks at your arm.

“Can I give you some?” Sam asks.

You shrug before you answer, “Sure. Whatever you want, bud.”

While Deacon regrets leaving you and his kids when he could have stayed home or brought you, you realize that giving Sam permission to do whatever he wants might not have been your best idea.

Deacon’s tie is loosened at his neck when he enters his home. The time with his team was enjoyable, but the night felt long, and he was distracted. By you, even though you were miles away.

“Hello?” Deacon calls softly. “Anyone home?”

“In here!” Lila replies.

Deacon smiles as he follows her voice to the living room. You’re lying on the center cushion of the couch with Sam asleep against your side, Lila lying across your legs, and Matthew fighting to stay awake as he watches an animated movie play on the television screen.

“Thank you,” Deacon whispers.

Half an hour later, he’s carried his children to bed, tucked them in, and wished them goodnight. You’ve straightened up the small mess you made during dinner when he returns to the kitchen. The urge to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you tight startles Deacon, but he realizes quickly that he should’ve seen it coming.

“We had a lot of fun,” you tell Deacon. “Thanks for letting me hang out with my favorite neighbors.”

Deacon smiles, dipping his chin in a way that makes your heart flutter. He pauses, tipping his head to the side as he looks at your arm. Reminiscent of an intrigued puppy, he gently reaches for your arm and lifts it in front of you.

“Nice sleeve,” he muses after a moment.

You laugh at his teasing, unconsciously leaning against him as he traces his fingers beneath a few tattoos, his touch featherlight yet addictive and enlivening.

“I like it,” you whisper, looking into his eyes.

Deacon trails his fingers down your arm, then links his fingers in yours to hold your hand.

“How was the thing with the mayor?” you whisper.

“Something was missing,” Deacon admits, using your joined hands to guide you closer.

“You’re jealous of my sweet tats,” you joke softly. “They would look good with your suit.”

Deacon nods, clearly not listening to you. He lifts his other hand to hold the back of your head before he tilts your head, gentle in his movements as he guides you into the perfect position.

“I could get used to it,” Deacon says.

“It?” you repeat, glancing down at his lips.

“Coming home to you, seeing you with my kids, watching Sam cover you in tattoos.”

“I could get used to it, too,” you whisper.

That’s all Deacon needs to hear, and he closes the distance between you. He holds you gently, lovingly, and reverently. Deacon makes the world around you disappear. In this moment, you know him and him alone. Then, he spreads his palm over your tattooed bicep and traces an already flaking mark that sends shivers down your spine.

Three months after Deacon first kissed you in his darkened kitchen, you find yourself against his side during a movie night. Samuel is drawing on your arm with skin-safe markers and a printed picture, but you’re not allowed to look until he’s finished because he wants to surprise you. Lila’s hair remains in braids after your girls’ lunch earlier today. This feels like home. Like you’re where you’re supposed to be.

“Looks good, Sam,” Deacon says, his chest moving against your back as he speaks.

“Can I look yet?” you request.

Sam caps a marker, then nods and bends your arm so you can see it. The flowers and shapes lining the top and bottom of your forearm are messy in the most perfect way, but it’s the handwritten note that catches your attention. Sam tried hard, and from how slowly he moved the marker along your skin, you know he was copying his dad’s handwriting.

“Thank you, Sam,” you say before you turn to face Deacon. “Yes,” you tell him, smiling brightly as you reach for him.

Deacon smiles, pleased by your answer to Sam’s tattooed ‘Will you be Daddy’s girlfriend?’ tattoo. “Nice sleeve,” he murmurs, pulling you against his chest to kiss you.

“Which one?” Lila asks, holding up two temporary tattoos.

You point to the one on the right: two interlocked rings. Your arm has slowly become covered from your shoulder to your wrist. With less than thirty minutes until you walk down the aisle to marry Deacon, you already know his reaction will be great.

Lila takes your unmarked hand, and you smile as you look down at her. She looks adorable in her dress, and how she looks at you like she loves you and the life you’re creating for her with Deacon makes your heart thump harder in your chest.

“Can I call you Mom now?” she asks.

You fight the tears threatening to build in your eyes, unwilling to disturb your makeup. “If- if you want to, Lila, of course you can.”

“Thanks, Mom,” she says.

She skips toward the small table by your vanity table and takes a mint as if she didn’t just change your entire life with a single word. Luca knocks on your door and smiles at you before he tells you it’s time to take your place at the end of the aisle.

Deacon’s eyes are on you the moment you come into view. His gaze drops to your arm, but then he sees you. His eyes are watery when you reach the altar, and you shake your head as a warning not to cry.

“That’s my favorite sleeve yet,” Deacon tells you before the ceremony begins.

As your reception closes, and only your closest friends and family remain, you hold a sleeping Sam in your arms, and Deacon spins Lila around the dance floor. You're in your new life now, your family. If every moment feels half as perfect as this – temporary tattoo sleeve or you as you are – then you can never ask for anything more.

Bonus:

“So, what are you planning to do with your dress?” Deacon asks.

You look up from your phone, where you’d been scrolling through crafts to preserve your wedding decorations. “One side of my dress is covered with temporary tattoo stains,” you remind him. “I’m going to treasure that forever.”

“We can just give you new tattoos next time you want to ruin an outfit,” Deacon points out. “Or when we get back from the honeymoon, or when-“

“I get it,” you interrupt. “You like the sleeves.”

“Yeah, I do. But I love the girl under them.”

[kamisama1kiss]

Hello 🙀

The ninja reaction to overhearing you talk about them lovingly, please <3

This is one of the sweetest requests I've ever gotten received 😭🙏 AHHH

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Ninjago Headcanons {Reaction to overhearing their lover talking oh so lovingly about them to another}

~Lloyd Garmadon~

A shy smile would reach his lips, placing a hand on my face to hide his reddened face. Even though he just stood around the corner and caught the words, his heart would swoon overwhelmingly. Tears would serfise around the bottom lashes, overjoyed to hear his own lover saying such sweet words about him.

~Kai Smith~

Doing a silent celebration dance to himself, knowing he'd use it against you later as black mail or reference if he felt it was appropriate. On the more serious side, it did make him feel genuinely cared for, which meant he'd make even more effort to show how much he truly did care for you.

~Cole Brookstone~

He had been more used to underappreciaton from people close by his heart. Hearing you saying lovely words after another, it brought the big teddy bear of a guy into glossy eyes. His feelings became all mushy, wanting to bring you, his lover, into a tight embrace for hours on end.

~Zane Julian~

Smiling to himself, taking in all the sweet words, planting only good images in his mind. He was happy to hear his lover explain what they like about him and be honest, making sure to listen closely and continuing to do such to make you happy.

~Jay Walker~

He was speechless. The chatterbox was silent as he listened in, a wave of confirmations hitting him left and right. A big grin crept its way to his face, his hands even became more clammy thanking the corner for hiding him. It was unheard of, but he only wished to hear more, feeling as if he fell in love all over again.

~Nya Smith~

She had a hard time believing what her ears were hearing, but as the sweet words continued, her heart beat increased by a little. An urge of pride going through her veins at her lovers words. She found this rather comforting as well. Any doubt of such fell flat.

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Hope you all enjoyed it!! ♡

[greenunoreversecard]

Hello, how are you doing? I hope you're having a great day :) I was wondering if I could request for Lloyd headcanons, perhaps a royalty AU where Lloyd would take the role of a knight and reader of an emperor or king of sorts. Romantic if possible, if you could add a bit of that "forbidden love" trope too that would be nice! Anddd if you'd like to add a small one shot or drabble at the end that would be cool too, though it's not necessary. That would be it! Take your time and make sure to drink water, thanks!

A/N:Sorry for taking so long on your request; I was trying to finish up the last little crunch of the quarter for school, cannot afford to fail jr yr. But now I'm on spring break!! so here's a treat.

Also, more drabble then Head canons, I apologize. Whoopsie. Hope you enjoy! I tried to look a bit into medieval court stuff.

Knight! Lloyd x Royal! Reader HCs/Drabble

Firstly, I think Lloyd would value his job more than you in the beginning.

He'd be very serious about it, taking his duties in stride and doing them above and beyond, which is what caused him to be put up for suggestion when there was a position available in the King's personal guard.

And when you did observe him working initially, he was the perfect candidate- He knew what he was doing, and he did it well. It also helps that he's quite attractive.

Which is exactly what landed him in this position.

"Thank you, my Lord, for this Opportunity. Rest assured, you will not be let down." Lloyd says as he approaches your thrown, bowing deeply, and you can hear the dull clink of his armor as he clamors about to show his deep appreciation and loyalty.

You can do nothing but smirk at the boy, Head resting in your hand as you observe him, the Silvery glints of his armor in the evening light streaming through the window, the glimpses of the green eyes he sports sensationally, the light blonde hair like a halo Apon his head, a crown of beauty marking him as a saint, an angel, among men.

And thus, he became a hand-picked member of your personal guard. And, through time, you two grew closer.

He even became your closest member of staff, right behind your political advisory, seemingly even closer than the appointed king's confident.

But Lloyd, he never realized how close he got. The poor boy was rather oblivious to your advances, although rather tame as they were.

But you're Confident, Kai, was very much aware.

"This isn't wise, My Liege." Kai huffs, and I roll my eyes, fixing the collar of my nightshirt.

"Again, Kai, just call me by my name. we are friends, are we not?"

He rolls his eyes. "Y/N, this is rather unorthodox and not at all withholding of tradition. A King and a Knight? The people would have your head on a stake."

I hum. "Then we must ensure that the kingdom does not become aware of my affections for the member of my vangaurd, should we not?"

Kai looks like he wants to say more, but a swift glare from me makes him think better of it. He warily sighs.

"yes, My Lord."

"Y/N~" I tease.

He snaps back a witty retort, and I laugh.

And so the months go on, the air growing stale with cold, and you continue to delve into the true depths of Lloyd, who he is beyond his beauty and beyond his position as a knight of your guard.

You find he is responsible and kind, yet mischievous. He's wise beyond his years and adorkable in the best ways. He has had a hard life but doesn't let it define him. that he has the cutest face when he's shocked or asleep, and is chivalrous to a fault.

And also, so. SO. OBLIVIOUS.

if it was any other being blatantly ignorant to the king's advances, you'd probably be rid of them.

But not Lloyd. Damn him, and his perfection.

And, as fortune has it, it comes to a head one evening.

There he is, standing opposed the morning sun, training with another member of the vanguard. He looks ethereal in this light, with the sweat gathering in bunches on him from the strain of his training.

The fast-paced parry-block-parry-strike I tune out, as well as Cole; his opponent, instead watching him enraptured. Kai is by my side, watching oogling Lloyd's opponent.

The two continue on, But Lloyd glances where me and my confident stand, and his attention is taken from the spar, Cole knocking him flat with the moment he was given.

I can see Lloyd Huff, and Cole help him up as me and kai start to wander closer to the duo. As we get closer, I catch a wide, gummy-like smile grace Lloyd's features, and i feel a array of butterflies in my stomach.

"Good match, you two."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Thank you, Y/- Your Majesty." Cole and Lloyd bow, and Cole side eyes Lloyd with a teasing smile I can't particularly decipher at his slip up. As they rise, Cole Spots Kai, and waves, and I dismiss the duo to catch up on Cole's request, leaving just me and Lloyd.

"Pray tell, what distracted you, Lloyd?" I smirk, glancing at him from the corner of my eye as I notice a small blush rising on his cheeks, as we start for the knight's bathroom.

He stutters a moment, before landing on; "I- Uh, wasn't expecting spectators."

"Just spectators, or was it something more?"

He huffs, and looks off to the side, blush deepening only the slightest bit.

"You looked quiet entrancing, might I add, Lloyd" I say, keeping my voice a softer tone than I normally do. The blush on his face continues to rise, and I smirk. "You looked good enough to eat, might I say-" He smacks my arm.

"What are you playing at?"

I turn to look at him fully, in the abandoned corridor just before the knight's bathroom.

"Excuse me?"

I raise a brow.

"What are you playing at? You keep saying things like that, like your flirting with me-"

"Because I am."

He seemingly shorts circuits, mouth floundering for a response but finding no reprieve, face now a vibrant hue.

"I- What?"

"Because I am flirting with you. I have been for months. It astounds me you've taken until just now to notice."

He continues to flounder a moment more.

"I- but that- we can't-"

"Why not? 'Because the kingdom will have our heads'? Don't fret; kai's made the same retorts, thus, we would just keep it within my circle if you'd like..." I trail off. "If you feel the same, as well."

He fumbles a moment more, blushing, deepening impossibly darker, his Adam's Apple bopping as he swallows, but nods despite it.

"I... I Do. But its uncouth. And-"

I grab his hand, stroking his knuckles.

"Fret not, please, My Lloyd." My voice is tender. "We'll keep it safe, and if it becomes a station of trouble, we'll deal with it when the hurdle comes."

He melts under my small touch, and after a moment's hesitation, sighs and finally nods.

"So it shall be, then," He murmurs, and I leave a lingering kiss on his forehead, feeling the heat of his flush under my lips.

And so it was.

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The End!! Hope you enjoyed!!!!

[jifloulette]

Hello I'd like to request something with Bachira from blue lock. Probably school au please also have a good day ＼(^^)／

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❀ — 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. || b. meguru x gn! reader

genre ; fluff, comfort (tiniest smidge of angst too)

synopsis ; you were always there for Meguru when he was at his lowest. always comforting him, telling him that he was doing great and that you will never stop loving him. it isn't any different when it's you that needs his light to shine your way through the hardest of times.

word count ; 0.9k

warnings ; academic pressure, a bit of angst during y/n's rant,

author's note ; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTINGGGGG!!! i love meguru so much, he is so fine and he deserves so much more love and appreciation!!! i hope you enjoyed what i made, anon. i hope this is school au enough for you huhu, thought of this because exam seasons are next next week. thank you sosososo much again for requesting!!

You were Meguru's first.

His first friend, his first love, his first everything.

You were always there when he needed you most. Whenever he lost a match, failed a really important test, or if he just felt sad. You were there to motivate him to keep going, to go outside with a smile plastered on his face. You knew the words to say and the actions to do whenever he felt downhearted, maybe that's why he loved you so so much. He always kept to himself that he would return the favor to you, two times greater.

And there it was, the time when you needed him.

It was just right before exam season started, the two of you had been drowning yourselves in your studies, not even having time to spend with each other. It made you sad, it made Meguru even sadder because what do you mean you wouldn't be able to cuddle with him? To give him forehead kisses? To whisper sweet nothings in his ear? And as the good boyfriend he is, he obviously needed to check up on you.

He checked your room first, wondering if you were still studying, you weren't there. He thought, "oh, maybe they're in the kitchen, getting snacks! It wouldn't hurt to take a break!", you weren't there either. He was starting to worry, so he checked outside. "Y/n? Baby, where are you?", you weren't there either. Now he was really worried, what if something happened to you? You wouldn't leave without telling him, right? Only then did he hear your sniffles that you oh so desperately tried to hide, but he knew you better than anyone else, he knew where you were now.

He checked your guys' shared bathroom and there you were, his prized possession, his love, crying on the bathroom floor. His instincts immediately went and hugged you as tight as he thought would be comfortable for you. "Baby, oh baby, what's wrong? Why're ya crying? Did something happen?", Meguru asked. You could only nod, still having some tears flow down your eyes. He wiped off your tears and helped you up, going to the living room so that you could sit down on something comfortable. "Lemme just get some water for you, 'kay?", the boy told you before going to the kitchen.

Once he got back to give you the cup of water, you had stopped crying, but your nose was puffy, and you were sniffling. "Are ya ready to talk about what happened, love?", he questioned. "Yes Megu.", you answered. You took your time with what was going on in your head recently, Meguru didn't mind at all. "I...I've been getting stressed lately a..and I've been wondering if I'll ever be good enough to get good grades and if I'll ever study at my dream university..I-i don't know what to do anymore..", your voice broke at the last part and you couldn't help it anymore, you cried into Meguru's arms, staining his sweater but he didn't mind it at all. "I see.. baby, I know ya better than anyone, and I know for a fact that yer gonna pass those exams, hell, yer gonna ace it! You're such a hardworking and persistent person, y/n.. I know yer gonna get what you deserve!" the two-toned haired boy in front of you reminded, "I just feel like as if I have this image of myself that I have to keep up for others, and if I do something wrong, it'll ruin my future..", you replied, "Baby, you don't need to put up this image for anyone, I know you like the back of my hand, yer' gonna have such a bright future ahead of you, the two of us will. Everything's gonna be okay, alright?", Meguru stated and god, were you so glad to have him.

"Do you wanna have short break with me, ynnie..?", he asked. You nodded in response, a small smile starting to grow on your face. As the most unpredictable person you know, he picked you up bridal style all the way to the two of yours' shared bedroom and put you down gently, you were flustered with his sudden action but oh were you so relieved, studying nonstop was so draining but just by being with your boyfriend made all your worries disappear as if they never existed. "Oh, I missed your touch so so much, baby! Thank you for takin' a break from studying with me, even if it's short", Meguru remarked, giving you a kiss shortly after. "Thank Megu for being there for me just right now, I don't know what I could've done without you..", you answered back.

When the day of the most dreaded exams finally arrived, you weren't worried anymore going inside the school campus. You weren't scared that you'd fail or get a low score, instead you were confident that you were going to ace those exams, even more so now that your own significant other said so.

Getting your notebook out of your schoolbag to review just a bit more before the test actually started, there was a small post-it note peeking out of it. "Hey, sweet love honeybunch baby! Let's crush these exams together, eh? I know for sure you're going to, just dunno bout' me hehe!", the note said with a few hearts drawn around it. You cringed a bit at the nickname, but you knew he was just trying to uplift you, so you let it slide.

Whenever Meguru was down, you would always be there to motivate him and whenever you were the down one, you now knew that Meguru would always be there. You were definitely going to ace these exams, for you and for Meguru.

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[taintandviolent]

Stalked - Kai Anderson x Reader

summary & wordcount: 2.6K! After breaking up with Kai, he decides you need a little reminder of what once was. idea requested by @kaislittlelamb originally!

w a r n i n g s: smut with very little plot, implied stalking, toxic relationships, throat fucking, blowjobs, Kai being Kai, violence, aggression.

a/n: this was originally a drabble, but got longer - very quickly written, sorry if it's horrible! definitely not my best. thanks for reading it, if you did!!! no taglist this time because it's a pain in the bootay.

full fic under cut!↓ / ao3 link here! /

You'd met with Zack a few times now, but this was the first time you two had actually gotten to talk and get to know each other. He was cute, in a very boy next door sort of way; physically fit, a tousled mess of brown curls, bright green eyes, and bright, white teeth that probably got whitened bi-weekly.

"So, anyways, I moved here about three months ago after my mom moved here, and with her needing help, I figured I might as well stay." 

"Nice." You grinned. 

"Yeah, so I'm definitely still learning the best spots to eat..." 

You casually glanced around the restaurant, scanning the patrons next to you; you were an observer and enjoyed people watching, in all situations. Abruptly, several tables across from you, wavy, blue hair caught your attention. Your expression contorted into one of shock as your eyes trailed down the bridge of the nose, taking in the man's face. No fucking way. 

As though he felt that he was being watched, Kai turned mid-sentence, and immediately made eye contact with you. His brows rose slowly in surprise, and ultimately, delight. You blinked and turned away quickly, engulfing yourself back in the conversation. Or hoping to. But there was no escaping this. 

"Excuse me," you heard him say, before scooting his chair back. The legs scraped against the floor with an awkward sound, and Kai made his way over to you, navigating around the tables. 

Like a child trying to avoid being found, you almost considered sinking down in your seat, chest heaving with shallow breaths. Some luck you had. Some fucking luck. You rolled your eyes, shifting your shoulders. Zack watched you, studying your very apparent discomfort. You felt both men's eyes on you, and laughed nervously into your soda.

"Y/N..." Kai said. 

You said nothing in return, only smiled sarcastically and stirred your soda with the straw. 

"New boyfriend?" He asked, his tone dripping with faux-interest. You knew him. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he wasn't interested. He was waiting to incriminate you.

"No, actually." Zack interjected, bravely. "We're just getting to know each other. It's going well." 

You nodded, giving him a genuine smile. "It is." 

Kai tightened his smile further; the fakeness started to show through the cracks. "Good, good. Well, I just wanted to say hello. I'll leave you two lovebirds to finish your appetizers." 

"You know him?" 

"Unfortunately. Too well." 

"Ex-boyfriend?" Zack asked, popping another spinach-dip loaded chip into his mouth.

Sheepishly, you nodded.

"He looks familiar." 

"Yeah, you've probably seen him on TV. He's a councilman."

Zack snapped his fingers, pointing at you. "That's it! Anderson, right?" 

Again, you nodded. "Yep... that's the one." 

The waiter appeared, meals in hand. As you two ate, the conversation naturally melted away from Kai, which you were grateful for. Especially since it seemed like it was headed in the direction of Zack wanting to vote for him and agreeing with his campaign policies. Unfortunately, Zack fit the bill of one of the men that Kai would easily brainwash, and recruit to his noble cause.

Halfway through dessert, your phone buzzed. You knew who it was from without even looking. The message read: We should get together.

You quickly thumbed out a response. Why? 

Just to talk. 

Against better judgement, you agreed. The rest of the date was spent laughing about poorly written films in the last decade, but in the back of your mind, laughing was the last thing you wanted to be doing. The next hour was a blur. Zack had gone in for a kiss when he was leaving, which you returned, but only briefly. You were distracted. Painfully so. You went from the restaurant to Kai's, but you hardly remembered driving there. Your mind was on autopilot; a rotten, sour feeling bubbling in your stomach. Everything in you said that this was a bad idea, and yet, you gripped the steering wheel hard, looking at his front door.

You got out, locked your car and made your way up the pathway. You only knocked once before the door flew open. He stood tall. Proud. Unwavering. That overly confident, but calm smile plastered on his stupidly-handsome face. His hair hung at his cheeks, greasy as ever. He was pleased you'd shown up - you thought you saw a flicker of doubt that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have. But you were a woman of your word, and you weren't going to show him that he was something to fear.

"So, when are you going to break it off with what's-his-name?" Kai asked as he took the basement stairs quickly, trotting down them. You followed, wordlessly, revelling in the familiar sensations. Once you'd stopped at the final step, you glanced forward, eyes locking on the brown leather couch. Out of all the memories that you'd had in that basement, the ones that rushed back were the ones where Kai was fucking you on that couch. Ruthless, merciless fucking until your back hurt and your insides felt like they'd been obliterated twice over. You blinked the images away, swallowing hard. Your head turned before your eyes met his. 

"Zack is actually very nice, and he'd probably treat me very well if I decided to pursue a relationship with him. But since when do you care who I'm with?" 

"It's my business." 

"No, it fucking isn't. It hasn't been for weeks. Last time I checked... I was uhhh, what was it? A stupid bitch?" That had become a favorite alias of his. You plopped down on the sofa, cushions giving way to your weight.

Kai bristled. "You know, you really should be careful what you post on social media." 

"Excuse me?" 

"You never know who could be watching." 

The realisation hits you like a freight train. Him being at the restaurant wasn't a coincidence, it wasn't bad luck. Kai knew exactly where you were going to be and he made it a point to be there. You’d replied to a friend in the comments of a post, telling her that you were going to be at that particular restaurant in the afternoon. He’d seen that.

"You've been.... fucking stalking me!?" 

Kai filled his chest with air, somehow standing taller than he already did. "You sure like to show off your cute little life, don't you? Pathetic little coffee outings and Tapas date nights. But what I want to know..." Kai trailed off, circling you like the pathetic little lamb you were. "...is who you go home and think about. Is it Zack? Or maybe Edward?"  

You felt the muscles underneath your eye twitch. 

"Or is it.... me?" 

Kai finally moved in front of you, his broad chest obscuring your view from everything else. His legs touched your knees. 

"Answer me." 

"I don't have to tell you anything, Kai. You aren't my boyfriend anymore."

"I said answer me!" Kai pressed his thumb and forefinger into your cheeks, making your lips pucker out like a stupid, confused fish. He yanked your head forward, bringing it up towards his. The action strained the muscles in your neck, but you didn't dare say that. This dynamic was very familiar to you. You'd been here before. 

"Seems like you need a little reminder."

A chill ran down your spine.

"Open your mouth." Kai's thumb traced your pouty lips softly, sweeping back and forth. He waited a few seconds, his face tight with impatience and when you didn't concede to his request, Kai forced your mouth open, pressing his fingers into your cheek flesh until you winced and dropped your jaw. 

"Good girl. Now, you're going to keep your mouth open until I say to close it. You understand?" 

You nodded, your tongue resting delicately on your bottom teeth. 

"I have a very important job for you. You're going to stroke my cock until it's hard and then I'm going to throat fuck you."

You held back a cringe. He was always so... direct. Direct with his intentions, direct with his words, direct with his actions. You supposed that was the main vein of why he was doing so well as a councilman; people liked the truth -- and regardless of validity, if something is delivered with enough confidence and directness, it's believed. 

You reached forward tentatively, undoing the button of his dark jeans. The zipper came next, one tooth at a time. You felt the heat of his groin as soon as you leaned forward to pull the jeans over his buttocks, turning your face away so that you weren't met with a mouthful of fabric. With a strong hand, you gripped the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down over his balls - his dick flopped out, heavy and warm to the touch. You sucked a self-encouraging breath into your lungs and reached forward to grip his flaccid cock, inching your lips towards it.

"No." He bucked his hips backwards, furrowing his brows. "What did I say?"

You froze, backpedalled and began stroking, intentionally angling it towards your mouth. Kai let out a shallow breath, pressing his chin against his chest to watch you. You gave it a firm squeeze, and in response, his cock twitched in your grip; it didn't take long for it to swell and stiffen to capacity in your grasp. You paid some attention to the tip, spreading around the slithery pre-cum that had leaked from the slit.  

"I always liked that about you - your willing adherence to any and all demands. You know what I want." 

At least he was praiseful. He always had been, even in the late and toxic stages of your relationship. Still, you chalked it up to him enjoying the sound of his own voice and feeling like he was in control of the situation

Your free hand took hold of his balls, squeezing them softly. At that, Kai vocalized hungrily, grunting low in his throat. He was a very venous man; in any heightened state of emotion that got the blood flowing, his veins popped in his forehead, his neck, his hands... and his cock. Your tongue massaged the veins that swelled on his shaft, flattened out on the thickest one underneath and flicked at the tip.

You continued jerking it, finding a rhythm until Kai's large hand enveloped yours, forcing his cock out of your grasp to replace it with his own. Pumping his cock in and out of his hand a few times quickly, Kai hissed through his teeth, and took a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head. He immediately let go, and cupped the back of your head with his hand, stroking it softly. Tenderly -- like it meant something to him. It didn't. You were a stupid pawn in his story, another one of his dedicated cult members, and he regarded them all the same.

You closed your mouth to swallow, wetting the inside of it before returning to your previous, vulnerable position, tongue out, eyes lifted to meet his. Kai's pitch-dark eyes looked down at you with a roiling expectancy, one that spoke louder than words could. He slapped the tip of his cock against your waiting tongue, revelling in that first, startled flinch.

At first, he slid just the tip along the texture of your tongue, grinding against you, but it didn't take him long to penetrate. The tip of his cock bumped against the back of your throat, and you closed your lips, bowing your head slightly to allow him further down your throat.

“How does that feel?” 

You nodded your head. Kai let out another throaty moan and picked up his pace, thrusting his hips hard into your face as you relaxed your throat as best you could, fighting your gag reflex. His cock filled your throat - violated it - the salty taste of his precum overwhelming your senses. Your nose burned and your eyes watered. You guessed that your eye makeup had begun to stream down your cheeks in ebony ribbons. 

Kai's visual was ethereal. You were coming undone before him - below him - as women should. In such a submissive state, you looked your best. He took a fistful of your hair and yanked you forward, violently forcing you to deep throat his dick. He felt the slick, strong contraction of your reflex and grit his teeth; you were withholding it, but the pathetic, whimpering sounds of your gags drove him forward. He pictured them, remembering all the times that he had been in a similar position with you. 

"Gag," he said, finally. "I want to hear your pain." 

When you didn't, Kai forced his cock further into your throat, until your nose was pressed in the bush of his hair. That did it. With your eyes squeezed shut, your throat repeatedly rebelled. You coughed and gagged around his shaft, the tip still pressed against your tonsils. You finally opened your bleary eyes at him, straining them upwards to get a visual on him, to beg him wordlessly for relief. Kai flattened his hand on the back of your head and bunny humped your face, pulling more desperate gags from your throat.

"Who do you belong to?"

No response. Just a full-mouthed cough.

He took a fistful of your hair, pulling you hard off of his dick. THWACK! Kai's hand whipped across your face, leaving a welting streak of red in its wake. His cock bumped against the roof of your mouth as you nodded slowly, stunned from the sheer force. 

"I'll ask you one more time... who do you belong to?" 

Finally, you gave him another feeble nod and lifted your hand to press a single finger into his pectoral muscle.

"Good... that's what I like to hear. You remembered that it's rude to talk with your mouth full, too. I'm so proud of you."

Kai reinserted his cock into your waiting mouth, almost gently. That was everything but comforting, but this foreplay was familiar to you, and therefore, enjoyable. Sure, the way your throat burned as his dick hammered in and out might've teetered on the edge of discomfiting, but you'd been here before. You knew him, and at one point, you loved him.

You made an O around his cock as he dragged it out from the back of your throat, sucking gently. Kai began thrusting again, but less rhythmically than before. He was losing his steady pace, and that only meant one thing.

"Don't fucking stop," he breathed. "Keep going."

You closed your eyes again, two tears streaming down your blushing, caving cheeks. He was going to cum soon, you felt the tightness, the heat, the urgency behind his thrusts. Pumping his cock in and out of your swollen lips, Kai’s hand snapped to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he thrust remorselessly. 

A second later, he bottomed out again, and you felt his cock twitching, pulsing in your mouth as his orgasm washed down the back of your throat. You coughed a wet, sticky wet cough and Kai groaned, letting his head fall back into his shoulders. 

"Swallow. Fucking swallow it."

You did. You winced as your throat accepted the mouthful of blisteringly hot cum, salty and slightly unpleasant. Your mouth felt sticky and your throat was coated – you couldn't talk, not clearly. So, instead of telling Kai that you hated him, you just glared at him with fire in your gaze, baring your teeth at him like an angry dog.

“Aw, what? What, you hate me? Is that what you want to say?” 

You nodded.

“Go sit at the table. We’re going to talk about that.” 

[ithinkabouttzu]

hello! can I request txt the morning after you guys shared a bed for the first time?

The morning after sharing a bed with txt ｡･:*˚:✧｡

genre: fluff; romance

warnings: absolute fluff, kissing

description: The txt members reaction to waking up with you (sfw)

☾ Yeonjun

- as soon as he wakes up, he’ll just wrap his arms around you so tight, giving you the best sleepy hug ever

- “How did you sleep, baby? was it good?”

- he’s extra soft in the morning times, and now that he’s fully comfortable, he’s giving you bunches of kisses and hugs non stop

- Babes is just so happy he’s with you, honestly you guys just spend half of your day just enjoying each other in the bed

- he starts babying you so much too, like cuddling you and making sure you need and anything or if you are okay at all (he’s so in love with you tbh)

☆ Soobin

- morning cuddles are the absolute best with him let me tell you.

- you would wake up feeling so comfortable, like you could sleep for the whole day, he’s just so comfy

- He would ask you how you slept and check up on you as soon as you woke up

- but the mornings would be so relaxing and slow with him, it would be so nice and refreshing waking up to him

- He just wants to stay wrapped up with you forever :( Pls hug this baby extra tight

✧ Beomgyu

- he wakes up feeling so refreshed, when he sees you asleep on his chest, he feels so so happy.

- If you want to get out of bed, you’ll have to practically drag him because he is just so comfy in his own spot

- “Cmon, let’s just stay a little longer, please?”

- He gets so clingy and cute with that same goofy smile all over his face, except to be kissed all over by him

- now every night after that, he literally texts you every night that you aren’t with him wishing that you were, I bet he even has a special pillow with your perfume on it just so he is reminded of you when he falls asleep

♡ Taehyun

- Takes him a second to realize that he’s actually in the same bed as you, but when he does he starts blushing so hard

- I feel like he’d be the type to wake you up with a 5 star breakfast in bed with your favorite breakfast foods

- it would be so nice but he just has to go all out for his bae 🙈💘

- “How did you sleep? Was it easy falling asleep last night?” He’s so cute omg

- Will literally try to find his way in your skin, that’s how close he wants to be with you when he cuddles you

⚘ Huening Kai

- Baby just woke up to the best sleep of his life

- he literally went to bed smiling, now he woke up smiling

- has to wake you up with kisses, just because why not??? Like you are his literal favorite person ever and deserve a good way to wake up

- ugh has to cuddle you the whole morning because he loves you so freaking much

- Honestly the whole time he just looks at you with complete love in his eyes, after your night together, i think it would be really hard for him to go to sleep without you :(

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a/n : Thank you sm for your request lovely!! I’m so sorry that i have been inactive :( but i’m glad i’m back! Requests are open so make sure to request again if you’d like!! (also you can find on me on tiktok @macxdc where i post there too!) Love you guys