#his cheeks and his nose aaaa

[basofy]

porky doodle cuz im excited that he got a plush of his own, even if i cant buy it

PORKY PLUSHIE

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen act with their clingy s/o

requested by @cinnamoroxie: aaaa your writing is so cute <33 what ab svt w a pretty clingy / touchy reader? take care of yourself lovie and ty for writing this if u do!! 💓💓

notes: i hope you enjoy!

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seungcheol:

this man is the father of 12 children and a dog. do you think he'd hate clingy people???? loves it when you randomly reach over to take his hand, or play with his hair, or poke his cheeks. is totally okay with you needing to be squished up against him whenever you're in the same space, bc tbh he really wants that too

jeonghan:

pretends to hate it whenever you practically fall on top of him whenever you see him, but wraps his arms around you so tightly so you can't move away. has a hairband permanently on his wrist, partly so he can tie his hair and partly so you can fiddle with something while his hand is in the space between you. his favourite act of clinginess is when you put his head into your lap and pet his hair

joshua:

have you seen this man? he adores affection, but also becomes so awkward in the face of it. basically shuts down if you kiss his cheek more than 5 times in ten minutes. lets out those beautiful laughs whenever you basically tackle hug him every time your eyes meet. would let you put the world on pause to hug him even if the world was trying to end all around you

junhui:

clingy back with you. you have competitions w him about who is more clingy in your relationship. junhui once spent the entire day hanging like a baby bear draped over your back, and you in turn spent the next day Refusing to let go of your arm linked in his. he starts fake-crying if you're in the same room as him for more than five seconds and yet Have Not come over to immediately crush him in a hug

hoshi:

either cannot get enough of it or is a blushing mess the entire time. you pecked him on the lips one time while he was with the rest of the 96z and he went such a bright pink that it was all they talked about for a year. he pouts The Most if you suddenly let go of his hand while you're walking, but is rendered flusteredly silent if you bend down to kiss his knuckles on a whim

wonwoo:

doesn't mind it, as long as it's not too public. however, he still absolutely loves how your touchiness means that your hand is intertwined with his basically 24/7. will politely tell you if it gets too much, but you being so open with your affection helps him relax too and has definitely been the one to lie in your lap a few times when he's had a tiring day

woozi:

he's resigned himself to essentially forever being your hug toy. used to dislike it if you were attached to him for a little too long, but now he visibly pouts if you're not huddled up next to him on the couch while you're together. goes rlly red if your clinginess manifests itself in kisses, and can barely talk for a minute straight afterwards

minghao:

if you flop into his lap the minute you see him, he'll look down at you in mild panic bc he thinks that something terrible has happened to you to make you clingy. soon gets used to it tho and realises it's just your love language, and is way more relaxed when you unexpectedly put your head in his lap. lets you play with his fingers. and his rings. and his nail polish, which keeps getting chipped bc of you

mingyu:

have you seen this man's arms? i'm betting he gives the best hugs. probably works out for that exact reason. if you suddenly hug him then he's not letting go for at least half an hour. looks like a kicked puppy if you try to leave his arms even if "mingyu seriously i need to pee so badly let me go—" "no, you initiated this, you're not escaping so soon"

dokyeom:

it never even occurs to him that your behaviour could be classified as 'clingy' because he. he is the exact same as you. loves to boop your nose and will giggle so hard if you do it back to him. the idea of you two Not being touching in some way is a concept that just doesn't exist. jeonghan jokes you must have a string connecting you two or something bc you're always together

seungkwan:

he's a hyper person, can barely sit still due to his urge to kick hoshi or argue with dino. however, if you're next to him and link an arm with his or lay your head on his shoulder, he's instantly ceasing his frantic bouncing so you can comfortably touch him. if he gets too worked up tho, then he'll grab your hand instead n drag you around while telling everyone off bc even when mad he'll let you touch him for however long you need

vernon:

totally cool with it. you wanna tug on the hair on the back of his neck while you're bored? he'll tilt his head downwards slightly to give you better access. if you're wearing face paint or makeup tho, pls don't lean your head on him bc he'll get yelled at by seungkwan yet again if he goes to the guy for help in removing makeup stains from his clothes

chan:

loves when your clinginess turns into you just babying him. pinch his cheeks, play with his hair, coo all over him and he's grinning so hard and his serotonin levels are through the roof. vv chill when it comes to your affection, goes about his day super normally even if you're basically hanging off his back like a koala

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[sahisan]

OKAY OKAY BRO. WHAT IF EI KEEP SCARA?? So like inagine a shogun!scara x Kitsune!reader (like Ei and Miko) during the vision hunt decree where reader is helping traveler by distracting scara with cute dates cuddle and keeping him from chasing traveler by holding him in the tightest im race and just sleeping on top of him. BRO AAAA THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE and scara is annoyed at first but eventually just gives in and Ei is just like 🧍‍♀️. idk if you have anons but -💤🌀

★ summary: shogun!kunikuzushi x kitsune!fem!reader. you're using your little tricks to distract him from the traveler's arrival.

☆ cw: sfw. fluff. established relationship. 1009 words.

☾ a/n: thank you 💤🌀anon for your req! i got so inspired that i started writing this almost instantly after getting the req.

there weren't any news in inazuma that weren't heard by shogun's all-knowing ears. the vision hunt decree was progressed well - until some rumors appeared about a certain traveler from the overseas who decided that they're capable of standing against the vision hunt decree, and against the shogun himself.

"hah. how amusing." kunikuzushi mumbled, having a devilish grin attached to his lips. "who do they think they are?"

"hm? what're you talking about, kuni?" you looked over his shoulder curiously, your ears twitching in amusement.

you always watched kunikuzushi's emotional spectre with delight. once even witnessing his face going from having a smirk to one of horror and disgust when he realised that you bought all the available dango from the narukami island just to arrange a picnic date with him, clearly knowing that he hated dango. he got mad instantly, walking away, furiously stomping his feet. (he felt bad right after could barely resist your puppy eyes and wiggling tails when you tried to get him back.)

or when you drew small kitsune all over his face with a permanent ink, or the time when he decided to pay you back with asking the seller to put salt and pepper in your mochi, or the incident in a shrine when you almost got caught-

even if that happened just once, he already witnessed a thousand of your little pranks for the following thousands years of you being by his side.

so you, suddenly appearing near him now, couldn't bring any good news. kunikuzushi knew it, reacting at your emergence with an exasperated groan.

"what do you need now?" he turned around to you, his long kimono hem spread on the grass. he was sat under a few sakura trees, so there were some pink petals on his clothes.

you examined his face with great amusement and a usual soft smile, until... you started giggling. your giggles quickly turned into a full-blown laughing session.

"you- k-kuni- hahaha!... don't you see?" you tried speaking through your laugh, holding a fan up to your lips to cover your giggles.

your hand reached to - as he thought - touch his nose, but instead, you held up a sakura petal between your fingers that sticked to his nose. you couldn't hold back another laughter, tripping over your own kimono and falling on top of him.

"what are you- [name]! get off of me!" kunikuzushi could barely hold a yelp as you fell on him, not letting him get any chance to move.

you spread yourself on top of him, your body a bit shaking from all the laughing, as you tried to steady your hands, putting them on each sides of his head to look down at him. letting out a few last giggles you finally stopped, a large smile plastered on your lips as you stared down at him with amusement. your hand reached once more to touch his hair, getting a few more sakura petals out of it.

kunikuzushi's face looked like a mix of embarrassment and irritation - knitted together brows and a slight blush on his pale cheeks because of how close you two are now - you couldn't guess which one was there more, so your only option was to stare down at him, until a guard from the shogunate approached both of you.

"shogun, the traveler was spotted near tenshukaku." the guard informed, seemingly not minding your little hugging session - could that even be called hugging?

kunikuzushi sighed, running a hand through his hair. the moment was almost ethereal, why did it have to be interrupted so fast?

"that idiot-" he gave a useless try to stand up, only for you to pin him down again.

"hush, you're staying here." you spoke to him, your hand's fingers entwined with his indigo hair, curling and brushing it on some places. "there's no way i'll let you go now."

"[name], stop with these games, it's an emergen-"

"kunikuzushi, i said you're staying here." you shot him a glare with narrowed eyes, a smile disappearing from your features. it then came back almost instantly when you looked up at the guard. yet, the smile on your lips now seemed threatening, showing your authority. "the shogunate are able to keep an eye on them, aren't you?"

"i- y-yes, yes, we can... you can rely on us." the guard, seemingly a bit frightened - as you intended - took a step back, and bowed deeply to both of you. you kept your intimidating grin, nodding to them. they ran as soon as you sent them away.

"that's better." you smiled at kunikuzushi, now without that gloomy appearance. he, in turn, could only stare at you with a sceptical look.

"you didn't even let me finish, and i'm the shogun here." he says, his eyes narrowed and a small frown on his face. giggling, you could tell his pride was hurt by your actions.

"aw, don't get all grumpy. here..." you leaned down, your lips meeting his. the kiss wasn't heated, it was rather transmission of emotions. you enjoy the moment to the fullest; there was no hurry in both your and his actions. he moved his lips slowly, gently, and closes his eyes. you, on the other hand, let your fingers entangle in his hair, moving your hand down to his neck, tips of your fingers gently sliding down his skin.

it was a sweet moment. the sound of the wind as it blows gently through the sakura trees, the birds chirping above, the sun shining bright...

that was, until you heard a crack of wood underneath him. breaking the kiss, you looked down at him with your brows furrowed.

"...did you just break my fan?"

"you didn't let me stand up!" kunikuzushi protested, his back feeling the broken wood. shit, you won't let that slide now, he thought.

"jackass. now you're definitely not going anywhere." you plopped down at him once again, the fur of your ears slightly touching his jaw as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck. kunikuzushi groaned.

"[name], don't forget that you're a bit... heavy too. ugh... wait, are you sleeping?!"

[moviestarmartini]

ella es mi fiesta — jude bellingham x hispanic!reader.

la conocí una mañana para una fiesta de enero / nos ennoviamos en marzo / el compromiso iba enserio.

summary: while on vacation, a young man around your age approaches you at a new year's day brunch. you give him your socials, unaware how you were about to change each other's lives.

wc: 3.3k

warnings: love at first sight, young people in love!! no nsfw for this one, but i do have to warn some sentences in spanish but that's normal in my writing atp.

A/N: AAAA i'm so anxious to post this, i hope everyone enjoys it as much as i did writing it !! xx also idk how to write the summary for lengthy fics rip. this is going to be two parter btw !!

now playing. . . ella es mi fiesta by carlos vives

You remembered the day so vividly. 

Cold January morning. Seventeen year-old you spent the winter vacations in Germany with your family. Though most of your clothes were of neutral tones, your sweater and lipstick were a matching shade of cherry red. The New Year’s brunch party was in full swing, but all Jude could do was watch as you struggled a bit with the German when asking for the reservation you and your loved ones held. His face, and subsequently his whole being lit up when he noticed you’d soon occupy the booth next to the one he was sitting with his family. 

Jobe perked a brow up at his seemingly irrational reaction, turning to look the way his brother was. “Which one do you fancy?” He leaned in to whisper with such a childish manner, but at the end of the day, he was sixteen. Jude only sighed, replying in a low tone, “The one with the red sweater and lipstick.” He’d also come to notice the way your nose and cheeks almost matched that tone. Was it the cold or just makeup? He didn’t care, and his heart only melted further. He couldn’t hold it anymore, he had to talk to you. He felt you drew him in like a magnet. 

You spoke quietly with your family, noticing them hungover. The menu for the pre-paid brunch looked particularly appetizing, eyes carefully scanning each option with your brain sending signals to your stomach about the idea and taste of each one. 

“Hello, excuse me,” The voice made your eyes tear themselves away from the menu, thus stripping your mind from the fantasy of filling your stomach with food after hours awake without any. Your family was looking straight at you, and you tilted your face towards the man standing rather nervously in front of you. 

You were taken aback for a second, straightening up in your seat. This man was bold, you could tell just from the fact he approached you in front of your family. “Happy new year to you all.” He greeted the rest of the table politely, confirming once more chivalry wasn’t dead. Your family replied positively— due to the fact most were still drunk— before busying themselves. You knew very well they were eavesdropping, just doing so in a classy way. 

The young man, you could guess he was around your age, shifted from one leg to another. “I’m Jude.” He introduced himself, stretching out a hand. You were so used to the two kisses on the cheek, but you still stretched with proper grip followed by a similar introduction. 

“Uh, I know this might be weird but can you give me your Instagram? You’re… gorgeous.” He was forward, but there was still some reluctance in his tone. You let out a tiny gasp at his words and just nodded, taking the phone he handed out to you and typing the user. 

“Here you go. It was nice meeting you, Jude.” You smiled warmly, hanging back the phone. Jude thought he could’ve had a stroke right then and there, but he nodded and smiled back, “You too. Have a nice one. The food here is amazing.” 

You waved Jude goodbye as he departed with his family, and the gossip started as soon as they crossed the door on their way out. Your brother recognized him, your cousin thought he was a whore due to the amount of followers he amassed, and your grandma thought he was extremely handsome. But all their opinions fell on deaf ears, you accepted his request. For a second you thought he was going to leave it at that, but the texting started almost immediately. 

Jude had come to learn you were a year younger than him though you shared a birthday, that you were on vacation with your family around the area but soon were to return to Spain to celebrate día de reyes. He’d also come to learn he couldn’t tear himself away from his phone after you’d cheekily asked him for his number— you asked if he could fill out a form for school and sent in the empty contact information fields. Your wittiness grew to become one of his favorite things about you. 

The texts turned into calls that took entire nights, the calls turned into incessant FaceTimes, some for the silliest of things. During mid-March happened the first turning point in which your relationship blossomed. The first long weekend you got away from school Jude flew you in, eager to spend those three days by your side. He received you at the airport with a bouquet of tulips, the flowers you adored to keep around once they were in season. 

“You didn’t have to!” You whined, finally letting go of the constricting hug he was keeping you in. 

“Nonsense, it’s the least I could do for my best girl.” Jude kissed your cheek gleefully, taking your luggage in tow before heading to the vehicle. 

You greeted Denise rather shyly, but she was kind and welcoming, joking how she missed having a female companion to games. Growing up in a house with men, you were glad you had enough knowledge to comment on the match with her, sitting at the VIP area of the stadium. You didn’t want to be obvious by wearing his jersey, but wearing it on the trip back home would make your chest swell with pride. 

Borussia Dortmund had won the game spectacularly, and it was the first time you’d find yourself cheering for another team that wasn’t your Madrid. You expressed how proud you were of him during dinner with Jude, but you’d noticed he was a bit quieter than usual. Knowing him enough that something might be wrong you just pinned it to exhaustion. But the idea never left your head. 

“Ay no sé,” You looked back towards the door, afraid someone might come in and catch you actively gossiping with your best friend about Jude. “Maybe he’s getting cold feet now that I’m here, I told you; you were wrong.” 

You knew very well there were bets placed back at home if Jude was going to ask you this weekend to be officially his girlfriend. But he was suddenly so distant, giving lukewarm touches before retrieving to his room in the middle of a movie. You sat staring out the window in the dead of night, legs crossed and pulled towards your chest. Your best friend started berating you, giving out excuses to feed the false hope. 

You shushed her yapping by a weak knock in the door. Another one followed, this time with bravery included. “Te llamo ahora,” You hung up, taking slow steps towards the door. Jude stood on the other side in his pajamas, and the temperature in the room rose. He was seeing you in yours, even though you’d FaceTime at night a hundred times. “What are you doing here? You should be resting!” 

“I’m so sorry, I can’t wait anymore.” He breathed out. He was holding a gift bag in his hand. “May I come in?” You nodded, swallowing hard before closing the door behind him. 

“I was supposed to surprise you tomorrow with brunch, just like the day we met. The day I confirmed love at first sight is real because I experienced it with you the moment you walked into the restaurant.” Jude started, almost rambling. He was extremely nervous. 

You stood there, dumbfounded, listening to him go on. “But I can’t take this anymore. The nerves won’t let me sleep.” You cracked a smile, noticing the way his bottom lip puckered out slightly. 

“C’mere, Belli bear.” You stretched your arms out, pulling him into a hug. His taller frame draped over you in the darkness as he hid his face in your neck. You swore he could hear your heart pounding against your chest. 

“You’re the woman of my dreams, baby.” He muttered, his hot breath hitting your jaw. “Do me the honor of being your boyfriend.” His empty hand cupped your face once he pulled away, and the only thing you could do was nod, left speechless. 

The situation was something straight out of a fantasy, something you could only dream of. This man was a star, rapidly becoming one to watch when it came to European football. “What is it? You’ve never been this quiet before.” He teased, leaning in. His nose brushed against you, and you gave the confirmation by closing the space between you. 

Your knees felt weak, it was the sweetest kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone. From the moment he had the bravery to approach you in that packed restaurant, you knew Jude was special. If it was any other guy, you wouldn’t have accepted doing long distance in the first place. 

“I got you something.” He whispered against your lips once you’d pull away from the kiss. He removed his hand from your face, to reach into the bag. A jewelry box and a card. You inhaled at the jewelry box that creaked open, your eyes landing on the gold chain. “Read the card first.” 

Song lyrics. ‘ I want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck, chain ‘round my neck. Not because he owns me. Because he really knows me.’ Your eyes trailed back to the piece to notice a heart pendant with a J engraved on it. He watched you quietly, eyes dissecting your face for a reaction. 

“You’re kidding.” You covered your mouth to let out a muffled squeal, throwing yourself in his arms. Jude had to stifle a laugh to avoid waking up his family, holding you close. He inhaled your scent in, and thought he was done for. “I love it, Jude. Thank you so much. Now you didn’t have to!” You let out a teary smile. The sweet tears rolled down your cheeks and straight into his gentle thumbs as he cleaned your face. 

You carefully closed the box and placed it inside the bag, placing it at the nightstand. Jude watched your movements with a puzzled look before you tugged him down for another kiss. He let out a muffled noise of surprise, but held you against his arms while your own tangled around his neck. Your bodies stumbled around the room like two drunken fellas before landing on the bed. 

You yelped, accidentally biting his bottom lip. He sucked a breath in, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the tiny accident, face hidden in his chest to avoid waking anyone up. “I think we should call it a night… boyfriend.” 

Jude was bound to protest, but a yawn interrupted his claim. The exhaustion slapped him across the face all of a sudden. “Fine… girlfriend. Just one more kiss.” He complained, leaning to take your lips in his. It was short, since he then focused on peppering kisses all over your face. You giggled, and Jude’s stomach bubbled with euphoria from hearing your laugh. 

“Go! Your mum will kill you!” You struggled as you tried to shove him off, and he kissed your forehead before retreating back to his bedroom. 

You laid there, speechless. Your face plastered the huge bright smile, and you couldn’t help but reach for a pillow and cover your face as you let out a loud squeal. 

The past year you’ve spent in a haze. And it was a good one. You finished school with exemplary results, Jude surprised you both at the graduation ceremony and on your birthday. But you had also spent the past year selling Jude the idea of moving to Madrid, your home city, and playing for the team of your dreams and hopes. He laughed off your insistence, but still listened to your rambles about the club’s rich history. 

You could remember vividly how he woke you up one morning, insisting it was urgent. “My agent got a call.” He started. He sounded breathless. 

“¡Buen día para usted también! Let me guess,” You rolled over to lay on your stomach. “Man City? Chelsea?” You scratched your stomach, staring at the ceiling, neither option interested you. It was barely seven AM on an early May morning, a Saturday to be exact. 

“No.” You sat up at the gravity of his voice. “Real Madrid.” 

You gasped, and Jude had to tear the phone away from his ear as you screamed and shouted. He waited for your outburst to end, smiling nervously at his teammates who passed by and heard the noises. He recognized the bed creaking a little too well.

“Okay I’m so sorry,” You exhaled, laying down on the bed. Your dog had started barking at your door. “Tell me all about it. I won’t give you my opinion since you know I’m biased.” You laughed breathlessly, kicking your feet back and forth.  

Jude smiled. Even when you were far away and busy juggling university applications and a job, you were present for everything. Having your hardcore madridista family cheering for him during each game. Same thing happened the other way around; even when his career was at an all time high, he was there to listen to anything you told him. His family regularly asked about your wellbeing, and when you were going to visit. But most importantly, you were there for him unconditionally through the lows. For the last game Borussia Dortmund had lost the league. To comfort him in your chest as he cried his frustrations out, having helplessly sat on the bench due to injury. 

Knowing he had to say goodbye to the club he’d grown up into the man he was without the title he realistically dreamt grasping. 

But suddenly the end of May edged in, it was hands on to help with the move to Madrid. You had to hide the fact you were elated for the lack of distance between your residences— he was just a few minutes away by car. Still, Jude was acting a little weird. Denise was tense, sure, but he wouldn’t let you help pack his things up from his room. You blamed it all on the move, but the anxiousness and need to know only grew when June edged closer and your family was acting strange too. 

Your mother talked to you a little too much for your liking, rambling on and on, while your father couldn’t help but stare at you with a certain nostalgia in his eyes. Yet again, without finding any plausible explanations to anything at all, you blamed it on your upcoming birthday. 

Or dare one say birthdays. 

Jude insisted on a date night before heading to the shared birthday party your family was hosting. He’d even buy you the cutest white mini dress for the occasion. He was receiving a pep talk from Jobe once you got there, both his parents checking in if he was sure of the decision he was going to make. He swallowed hard when you called him, voice full of enthusiasm for the evening that awaited you. 

The way his face lit up, accompanied with a dashing smile, let his family know he was in his right mind and making all the right decisions. After his dad and brother gave him a tight hug wishing him luck, his mom gave him a kiss on the forehead and off he went to the car. 

“Happy birthday amor! You look amazing. Can you believe it always rains on our birthday?” You greeted him with a kiss. Jude kissed back, but didn’t respond verbally in the same enthusiastic tone you had.

You felt something was off, his music selection wasn’t the best and he was barely talking to you. Until he let out a sigh, “Pull over.” He demanded, not looking back at you. 

“What? Jude, what’s going on? Do you feel sick?” You took a turn into a street you knew would be empty, stopping the car and turning to face him. You cradled his face in your hands, checking for his temperature. Jude stared at the gold necklace, the engraved J you wore religiously giving him courage. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t wait anymore.” The words drowned your mind in the characteristic sensation of a deja vú, and you were back in Germany, staying in the guest room at his old apartment. That seemed light years away considering how much had happened in the past year. 

How much you’d grown by each other’s side. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to get through dinner like this, the nerves are killing me.” Jude breathed out, and for the first time that night, he met your eyes. The song playing was soft, a shared favorite for lounging and doing nothing together. “When I told you you’re the reason I believe in love at first sight, I meant it. In the same way I know that even though we’re young, you’re the one for me. No one will ever measure up to the woman you are. Allow me to keep growing as a person and football player by your side.” 

Never in a million years you would’ve expected for him to pull out a small red box from his pocket. You instinctively covered your mouth at the diamond ring shining back at you. “Do me the honor, even if it’s ten years from now, of being your husband. Will you marry me?” 

Now it all made sense. 

The white mini dress he bought, the way everyone was acting for the past week or so. How Jude offhandedly mentioned he would never be able to top his birthday gift for that year. It clicked. 

But it didn’t even take you more than two seconds after you'd connected the dots to nod. The tears pricked your eyes, and once again you found yourself speechless. Jude’s eyes widened at your physical confirmation, but you noticed the fear in his eyes hadn’t dissipated. “Yes, Jude. I could’ve easily said yes a year ago, too.” You let out a teary chuckle as his chest deflated in relief. He slipped the ring on your finger before taking your face tenderly in his hands. 

He was crying. 

“You make me the happiest man on earth,” He exhaled before sharing a kiss. Slow, oozing with passion. Your tongues shyly tangled, exploring each other’s mouth. He wanted you to cross over and have you sit on his lap, but a call interrupted the moment. 

“You still want to have dinner… fiancé?” You asked, nose brushing against his. You saw as he beamed, and before he could capture his lips in yours, his stomach growled. 

The two of you howled with laughter, as you returned back to your seat and shifted the gear to start the journey to your reservation. You spent the evening going through your wedding Pinterest board, heart drumming against your chest at the prospect of having to use it sooner than you could’ve expected. 

You drove back to your home, getting greeted by your dogs at the door before the pseudo birthday-engagement party was in full swing. Your whole family made a surprise appearance, when you thought only those nearby were attending. Some of Jude’s teammates from both Dortmund and the English national team also surprised him, all of those you were acquainted with.  

It was bizarre combining a birthday party with your boyfriend already, but having your engagement mixed in was another level of crazy. But one look at Jude— seeing the way he brightened up at the sight of you— made you believe everything was going to be okay. 

The cake had a number 19 and a 20 candles on each side, each of you blowing your numbers before kissing. You shared the first piece for good luck, and it was the first moment of peace you’d gotten since you arrived. 

“We’re getting married in the winter.” You declared with a low voice. Jude perked a brow, questioning the decision. “You have the Euros during the summer. There’s also the Olympics. No one will be able to attend.” 

“Shit, babe,” Jude exhaled. “Six months to plan a wedding?”

Now that he said it out loud, it did sound batshit crazy. But wasn't the whole situation just that? After quickly sorting out your thoughts you still remained confident, feeding him a piece of the dessert. “It’ll be something small, intimate. Trust me on this one.”

Jude’s eyes softened as he shook his head, taking the spoon for you to scoop a piece and feed it to you. “I’ll always trust you with everything and anything.”

[tarosunshine]

라이즈 𐙚 CUTE ﹗

genre fluff headcanon 𖹭 warning none ﹗ pairing boyfriend OT7 x fem reader | bookshelf .

— how much cuteness aggression you cause them.

𐙚 shotaro

90% well shotaro find everything cute, and when it comes to you, it's even cutter to him. he likes to call you cute, more than when you do. he loooves to look at your pink cheeks when he compliments you. he will wrap his arms over your waist and flattered you to see your face. and one of the things that he likes the most is cuddle and squeez you until you tell him to stop. aaaa, he is just a man in love.

𐙚 eunseok

99% this guy might look a little too serious and everything, but he's not. absolutely not. the cuteness aggression is wild, like he would be like a silly teenage boy acting so in love and making a big deal every time you smile to him. when he is focused on something and super serious, he just needs to look at your smile, and that's it. he will squeeze your cheeks super aggressively and full your face with kisses, looking at you with his big eyes. never let you go once he cuddles you.

𐙚 sungchan

95% the first thing he noticed when he met you was the clear size difference, and just that, make he find you cute. and once you two were finally a couple, he will find every small thing you do CUTE. you just melt his heart. you can't blame him! actually blame you for being too pretty on his eyes. he likes to push you into his arms or put you on top of him while lying so he can caress your hair and giggle at each word that comes out of your mouth. sometimes, he can't control his strength while you are in his arms, so good luck, girl.

𐙚 wonbin

65% the cuteness attacks aren't so common with him, but once it starts, don't call him cute for being clingy. i mean, he was calling YOU cute. why would you say that to him right now? you just had to let him praise you. he likes to act cool, so he has to cut off when you make him flushed. but before that, he was talking soft and sweet to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pecking your nose, rubbing against your face and all.

𐙚 seunghan

100% we all see how he is when he finds someone cute. how he acts with sohee and his cuteness is nothing compared to how he will act with you. he will talk softly, and every two seconds, the “cute” will scape his mouth as he giggles and laughs at your face, cupping your cheeks and plating kisses over and over again. he loves how your ears turn red and how you can't make full sentences because of the embarrassment. but c'mon is seunghan.

𐙚 sohee

80% the cuteness attack is common with him. finally, he found someone to call cute. he just loves so much to look at your flustered face and squeez you while he stares at you with a silly smile. but you can't resist calling him cute either, i mean, it is sohee we are talking about. he is used to being called like that, and he secretly likes it when you call him that way but won't tell you. the boy just wants to play cool around you, so let him.

𐙚 anton

75% i mean.. the guy thinks every type of aegyo it's just so cringe and make his eyes hurt, but he is so in love with you that you don't need to make any effort, he just found your existence cute. from your height to the cute face you make while you are sleeping (his words). you have him kicking his feet with a stupid smile on the face. even when you call him by his name or when he makes you laugh, it's like he has won in life. all he wants is to hug you tightly and not let you go.

[httpiastri]

some more paul and physical touch as his love language headcanons? 🥺🤲

aaaa i love love love paul x physical touch :((

i think that paul is obsessed with physical touch. as in, actually obsessed. as in, he's not able to be in the same room as you without having his hands on you. but not only is it something he craves and feels like he's starving without, but it's also his way of showing you how much he loves you.

he doesn't always like to admit just how down bad he is for you, though. when you've had a bad day, paul's excuse is wanting to comfort you; with you settling in his lap, his hands caressing your thighs as he listens to your rants, the proximity in itself lessening your pain. when you're in a crowded space, paul blames it on needing to keep you safe; with an arm slung around your waist, a hand on your side and his fingers grazing your ribs, he guides you through the mass of people at the festival, just to make sure you don't get lost and no one tries to steal you away (he doesn't know how to explain the fact that he keeps his arm there even when you're out of the crowd, though).

but a lot of the time, he can't be bothered to be shy about his feelings. in the mornings, when you're a mess of yawns and tangled limbs, paul will wrap you in his embrace and never let go, fingers brushing up and down your arms. when a race goes particularly well, he wants nothing more than to lift you up in the air and squeeze you tightly to him. and late at night, when you're wrapped up in blankets together and the movie on the tv is long forgotten, he loves to trace his thumb along your features, down the slope of your nose and over the apple of your cheeks.

but his favorite act of physical touch? hand-holding, 100%. he'll be holding your hand at all times – while sleeping, cooking, driving, eating, walking, cuddling, you name it! there's just no better thing to him than the feeling of your fingers slipping between his, the backside of your hand under his thumb, getting to squeeze your hand in his...

of course, he loves receiving it just as much. nothing beats the tingle that shoots through his body when your fingers thread through his hair, your nails scratch down the back of his neck, or palms glide over his muscular shoulders.

but not only is it in the needy way that he wants your physical affection; your touch really means a lot to him. it's comforting, stabilizing, soothing. and most importantly, it's reassuring, like a physical reminder of how much you love him.

[irisintheafterglow]

hii iris!! being one of my fav writers, i was wondering if it would be okay to please request you write something halloween related between Satoru and reader while they're in a lowkey relationship and instructors at jujutsu tech? maybe he drags reader and the students on some night of shenanigans? up to u, i just love how u write and i feel you'd kill this hehe

thank u so much! have an awesome day!

life's no fun without a good scare

summary: you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

wc: 2.6k

cw/tags: fluff and crack and crack and fluff, established relationship, swearing (a lot of it, you'll see why lol), mentions of eating, angst if you squint, co-parenting megumi AND his friends!!

note: AAAA hi!! thank you so much for the love omg :')) i hope you like this, i definitely enjoyed writing it even though i did get a tad carried away lol. GOD this was so fun to write, thank you for suggesting it

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3 thank you for your support!!

“I’m going to eat so much candy, I’ll throw up.”

“What’re those tubs over there?”

“They’re for waterboarding Itadori,” Megumi deadpans without hesitation, clearly misrepresenting the apple bobbing game just ahead. You state his name warningly, like he was six years old again, and he mutters a half-hearted apology under his breath. “Maybe we switch out the victim for our esteemed teacher, instead.” You cover a snort with an unsuccessful cough. Even though you’d practically raised him, his jabs at Satoru never lost their humor. 

“Your suggestion will be taken into careful consideration,” you say, “though it will become more of a possibility if he continues to run on Satoru-time.” Nobara hums in agreement, kicking a stray piece of hay with her toe while you continue to progress through the general admission line to the pumpkin patch. Your fashionably-late boyfriend had sent you a very cryptic text at noon, instructing you to “pack up the kids and take them to the following address.” When you replied with a chain of question marks, he sent an infuriatingly unserious GIF that had you pinching the bridge of your nose.

“What time did he tell you?”

“5:00.” You check your phone preemptively, already anticipating the followup question. 

“And what time is it now?”

“5:20,” you sigh, sliding your card across the shelf of the ticket booth and receiving four orange wristbands in return. After slipping them onto the wrists of your three unofficial children, Itadori and Nobara immediately disappear into the crowd; Megumi, however, stays plastered to your shoulder and makes his distaste for the bustling festival known. You scan nearby groups of people for a tall idiot with white hair with no luck. If Satoru still showed up, he would have to pay for admission himself. “Let’s grab a table and find me a bottle of soju–”

“Barely twenty minutes and you’re already drinking? Since when did Shoko replace my lovely partner?” Satoru’s sing-song voice calls out from behind you, like he’d been standing with you the entire time. Despite your attempts to remain irritated at him, you can’t resist when he turns you around, lacing his fingers with yours and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Hi, gorgeous. What took you so long?”

“I assumed you were running late, like you always do,” you argue futilely, the world melting away when you catch his eyes over the rims of his sunglasses. “Is this not too overwhelming for you? Having so many energy signatures in one place?”

“I’ll be fine,” he assures you with a confident wave of his hand. “After all, I have your energy to ground me.” Your legs start to feel a bit gelatinous when you hear a very obvious throat clearing itself and suddenly remember that Megumi is still standing there. “Shouldn’t you be on the playground or something, my dear student?”

“Shouldn’t you be on the playground or something, my questionable teacher?” You burst out laughing and your boyfriend’s jaw drops in indignance, gearing up to say something just as childish. On instinct, you cover his mouth with your hand, recoiling in disgust when his tongue darts out to lick your palm. “Gross. I’m gonna find my friends.” 

“Don’t do anything dumb!” The boy waves his hand dismissively and you roll your eyes. In a different universe where he actually was the child of you and Satoru, he had his father’s sass gene. 

“He’s used to this by now, isn’t he?” Satoru chuckles and it reverberates against your body, making your head spin in lovesick circles.

“I’d imagine so, seeing as we did raise him like this,” you answer, letting him start to guide you toward whatever stand interests him first, his arm draped over your shoulders. “Do you think Yuuji and Nobara have figured it out?”

“If Megs hasn’t told them, then definitely not,” he states with utmost certainty, looking over one of the games with all the concentration of a hunting tiger. In the middle of the stall was a large pool of water, and swirling around in it were small, colorful bowls in the shape of blooming flowers. The goal, you guessed, was to land a small ball in a certain color and get a corresponding prize from the lineup hanging overhead. It was truly an enticing array of stuffed animals, too, from wolves and monkeys to dinosaurs and little princess dolls. “Which one do you want?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?” 

“Choose a prize and I’ll get it for you, guaranteed.” 

“Guaranteed? You do know these are designed to scam you, right?”

“And I am designed to do whatever you want, so take your pick.” After a moment of consideration, you point to a stuffie of a black cat wearing a pumpkin costume. “Cute choice.”

“It reminds me of Megs.” He laughs and pulls his arm back, stretching his neck from side to side and handing a few dollars to the game attendant. It was all for show and completely unnecessary, and he knew that; he also knew that his over-the-top shenanigans always made you laugh after a stressful week. Whether you knew it or not, he’d noticed you were increasingly overwhelmed by all the work from the previous days, specifically regarding training his students while he was off on an assignment. Along with completing your own missions, you were supervising the three first years and guiding them through boring paperwork, which he knew made you feel like shit. It’s why he suggested you go to the festival in the first place, to get your mind off of work and spend time with you. And, he’d be damned if he didn’t get you that fuzzy little cat on his first try. 

“Watch the master at work, sweetheart,” is the last thing he says before carefully tossing the first of three balls toward the only purple bowl in the pool. He’s the tiniest bit off, though, and he curses under his breath as it ricochets against the edge and into the water. “That was a practice shot.”

“Sure, baby, sure,” you giggle, stifling your amusement into a fist. His tongue peeks out the side of his mouth in absentminded focus and you’re sure he’s found the perfect arc when the voice of one of his students cheers from behind you. 

“You’ve got this!” Despite their well wishes, Yuuji and Nobara accidentally timed their cheers at the precise moment his fingers let go of the ball, messing up his aim even worse than the first time. They deflate in embarrassment and Megumi’s face turns red from trying not to laugh. The usual deadly aura radiating off of him increases tenfold and it makes you shiver despite the warm autumn air. “T-Third time’s the charm, sir!”

“Fucking hell, why do I even bother–”

“Satoru, that’s cheating,” you whisper, sensing him imbuing the tiniest amount of Cursed Energy into the last ball to easily manipulate its trajectory. “I can just buy the thing online; you don’t need to be doing all of this.”

“I can buy you anything online, but I also want to prove that I’m better than everyone else,” he mutters much too seriously than the situation required. “Plus, once I win that damn cat, it’ll have a nice story to go behind it.” 

“Your ego truly knows no bounds.”

“You know you love it.”

A minute later, you’re walking away from the game with the fuzzy cat in your arms and Satoru’s arrogant smirk by your side. The rest of the night is spent watching him drag his students into various inflatable obstacle courses and tumbling down the slide after they push him over the edge. In spite of all the excitement, you have to drag them to a picnic table to sit and eat; even then, the three students challenge their teacher to a funnel cake eating contest. To no one’s surprise, Yuuji wins by a landslide. 

Satoru pays for everything, of course. When someone wanders over to a game booth, he pays for their game every single time and continues to pay until they win a prize. By the end of the night, all five of you have at least one prize in your possession and Satoru’s bank account is barely affected. 

Before the fair closes, you propose a game of hide and seek in the gigantic corn maze. You and the three students would get a five minute head start, and then Satoru would enter and race to find you before you reached the other side. The first years’ eyes shine with excitement when you tell them they can use techniques as long as they don’t make a mess. You consider throwing a veil over the entire thing, just to make sure Megumi’s dogs don’t start any rumors of hellhounds in the area. 

“If the kids can use theirs, then you’re not allowed to use your technique,” Satoru concludes and you make a noise of indignation while you gameplan by the entrance of the maze. “Don’t start with me; that’s totally fair!”

“I don’t understand how that’s fair in any way,” you argue up at his ridiculously confident smirk. You wanted to slap him and make out with him at the same time, none of which would have been appropriate in present company. 

“You make portals, sweetheart. If we’re making the maze a no-fly zone and I run into one of your doorways, I’m gonna be in there for the rest of time.”

“I’ll just make simple doors!” 

“The last time you said that, I was stuck on a mountain for three hours,” he reminds you and you huff in defeat, completely forgetting the three pairs of eyes watching this entire conversation. Sweetheart? Since when did he call anyone sweetheart? Nobara and Yuuji knew that you both were friends from high school, but the bickering seemed suspiciously akin to that of an old married couple. They glance at their spiky haired friend for confirmation of their theories, but he avoids their gaze and continues munching on pumpkin spice popcorn. “Alright, five minutes on the clock. Don’t let me catch you,” he smiles wickedly and you all but shove the three students into the maze. 

In a blink, Megumi summons his dogs and sends them to look for the exit. As you sprint down straightaways, Nobara intermittently sticks a few nails into the walls, essentially creating security sensors that will trigger if Satoru passes by it. It also helps establish what paths you’ve already explored and where you need to go next. In what feels like seconds, five minutes is gone and your heart drops as you see a black veil descend over the maze. The atmosphere of the maze feels electric, like wind before a storm, and you nervously laugh and urge the students to move faster. 

“So, are we ever going to talk about you and Gojo?” 

“That’s what you’re focused on right now?” You shoot back in amusement and Nobara shrugs, sending another nail into the corn with a strike of her hammer. “I don’t think this is the proper place to have this conversation!”

“So, are you two actually dating? Megumi won’t say anything, but he’s a terrible liar when we ask if he knows something!”

“I think the latter shooting ominous strikes of lightning into the air is a more pressing issue!”

“Lightning strikes which, I’ll add, are increasingly getting closer!” Yuuji’s voice rises to a panicked yelp and you curse in disbelief as your group slams into another dead end, giggling from sheer fear and swatting the students to find another way. All the while, blasts of pure Cursed Energy fly upward like fireworks, illuminating the field in terrifying shades of blue and red. “Any status on the nails?”

“He just passed the third one closest to us,” Nobara reports, face slowly losing color as the most powerful sorcerer in the world hunts you down. “You can’t send Nue to stall him?”

“You think a bird is going to stop Gojo Satoru?” 

“Well, your damn dogs haven’t come back yet and we’re running out of options–” The back-and-forth is cut short by a faint howl coming from the back right corner of the maze, just a few hundred yards away. One of the dogs appears from the floor, hooking a sharp right turn that has you four stumbling to catch up to it. The howls continue, as do the strikes of lightning, while you follow the dog to what you assume is the exit. “The nails haven’t picked up his energy signature in a while,” Nobara informs you in slight relief while the howling grows closer with every step. Yuuji’s mouth breaks into a victorious grin, but you and Megumi aren’t convinced. 

“Does that mean we lost him? Or did he get lost?” 

“Something doesn’t feel right,” you mutter low enough for only Megumi to hear and he nods in agreement. “I don’t feel him anywhere.” 

“That cracking behind us is just the corn, right?” Yuuji’s voice becomes uncertain and the static in the air only becomes more palpable. You’re so close to the exit and you can tell he’s getting nearer, but something in your gut tells you that you can beat him. But, Nobara’s realization makes your blood run cold. 

“Wait, I don’t sense any of my nails anymore–” 

“Found you.”

Your throats rip a collectively brutal screech as Satoru’s voice seems to come from directly behind you, and you glance backward to only see a pair of knife-sharp blue eyes staring through the black corridor of the maze. Colorful curses of fear babble from the mouths of the students and you slam your feet even harder into the ground as you sprint for the exit. The bright lights of the pumpkin sign were in sight; you just had to make it a little farther. 

“Elephant, elephant, elephant!” Yuuji’s suggestion comes out as incoherent yelps and he tries to fire off black flashes to no avail. Megumi looks at him like he’d grown four new limbs. 

“What?!”

“Summon the fucking elephant, Fushiguro!” A nail rockets away behind you only to be immediately sent back, embedding itself in the husk by your feet. 

“I hate to break it to you, but the elephant isn’t going to do anything when��”

“When I’m already right behind you,” he whispers directly into your ear and you scream as his footsteps line up with yours and his arms snake under your legs, lifting you off the ground like you weighed no more than a cotton ball. He disappears with you into darkness, firing off a single precise attack that cuts the lights of the entire exit so that the path is pitch black. Somehow, you end up outside of the maze while the three students continue to panic inside and he gently sets you on your feet. His menacing aura disappears in a blink and he nuzzles his nose into your neck, his arms holding you close by your waist. “I found you,” he says with a smile. 

“You did. I know you always do, eventually.”

“Mhmm. Did you have fun?”

“Honestly, that was the most terrifying experience of my entire existence,” you laugh, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging him even closer. He chuckles warmly, ironically just as quiet as the fearful bickering of your students in the maze. You barely feel any sweat on his forehead against your shoulder and you can’t even imagine how messy you looked after running for your life. “I look like shit, don’t I?”

“You’ve never looked prettier,” he murmurs, pulling away briefly to press a kiss to your cheek. “We should probably go grab the kids.” You hum absentmindedly, vaguely making out the voices of Megumi and Yuuji trying to figure out which way to go. 

“Stay here a little longer. Let them think you’ve taken me away to your scary vampire lair, or something.”

“As you wish, sweetheart. I'll be your scary vampire anytime.”

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[eevenus]

suggesting maybe some changbin tummy appreciation ! either from reader or another member, doesn’t matter 🤭 just need someone to let changbin know how gorgeous his body is !

⋆˚࿔ drabble!! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - S.C.

okay hold on because I have so many thoughts about this. but one in particular.

word count: 754 (roughly) genre: ABSOLUTELY CAVITY INDUCING FLUFF!! i also am a sucker for binnie tummy/muscles appreciation so this was so self indulgent. author's note: I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AAAA, my first drabble and my first ask all in oneee!! ty for the luv, bb dividers by the one and only @firefly-graphics

thinking HEAVY about first thing in the morning, and he's got those big ol arms wrapped around you. they're loosely holding you but holding you nonetheless, and its so cozy and safe you can't help but exist within them for a second before turning to face him. study him. his lips are just slightly pouted as he snores softly through his nose. and I just know the natural smell of him mixed with very faints scents of cologne is almost INTOXICATING, I JUST KNOW HE SMELLS GOOD.

throwing your arm over his torso to snuggle up closer and lay your cheek softly against his chest, and your hands wander mindlessly. simply comforted by the warmth he radiates and the hum that vibrates through him every now and again. you can't help but notice the little bit of skin that peeked out between the bottom of his shirt, now pulled up just below his belly button due to movement in his sleep, and his shorts. your fingers dance their way down from his shoulder and to the bit of skin you could see, even taking the opportunity to push the shirt up further. not able to help the little giggle that flutters in your chest as you flatten your hand against his stomach. soft and smooth, the tiniest bit of happy trail growing its way back after a recent clean trim. I feel like when he does sleep he sleeps HARD, but he's easily awoken. in the sense that a little nudge and some sweet words are the absolute key to waking him. and boy does he wake so gracefully too. "mm." he'd mumble, sniffing and sighing but not yet opening his eyes when he feels your light fingers tracing shapes around his tummy. shapes turned into squiggles, squiggles turned into taps, taps turned into pokes. it was enough to make the muscles there twitch. "mornin'." you'd mumble back, your attention pulled now to his face. his cute face with puffy morning cheeks and sleepy eyes that try their best to open. your lips kiss over his clothed chest and make their up in a beeline for his lips, with a little stretch of your neck due to the position you're laid in. "what're you doin'? hm?" the heel of his hand rubbing at his left eye in an attempt to wake himself up, and a groan escapes him when he stretches himself out. if it wasn't for the grip you had on his shirt you probably would have been rolled off of him. "admiring you." you smile, sitting up to draw a heart on his right bicep before leaning down to kiss the same spot. his left arm never faulters from its place around your waist, even pulling you closer when he feels your lips against his skin.

"oh? me?" he jests, reaching his right arm up to rest behind his head. a poor attempt at flexing (I'm gonna bite his arm i stg). "and your tummy." you mumble, your attention once again moving to the exposed skin. bin subconsciously places a hand there, rubbing over it with thoughts flitting behind his eyes. "it's one of my favorite things about you, ya know?" "really?" "yeah! I mean you're my snuggly boyfriend, regardless, but your tummy is the best part. to kiss, to hold, to lay on." with each example, you show the actions, after gently swatting his hand away. a kiss, a hug, a lay. a few more kisses. "anyways, its part of you and because I love you...I love it."

his hand combs through your hair as you give his stomach just a fewww more kisses before settling your cheek there. "warm." "yeah?" "mhm." "thank you." he mumbles, just under his breath but loud enough for you to hear. you take the opportunity to rub your cheek against the soft skin, and give him another squeeze of a hug. everyone has those things that eat away at them, and sometimes the right words from the right person with the right amount of love...can quiet those thoughts. even if just for a moment. and your love for bin, and consequently your love for his absolutely adorable and soft tum, heals something in both of you. "always." you reply, sitting up once more to meet his face. taking his cheeks in your hands and planting a kiss on his lips. "always." he repeats, a giggle or two following after when your kisses become quick and silly as they spread all over his face.

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You Over Her! [Dandy Mott]

Angst/fluff

Dandy has taken to you plenty, but Gloria's idea to marry him off causes him to stick to your side like glue.

A request by the wonderful @poeticsorcery <3 thank you for this!

So many ways to execute this idea aaaa I hope this reads well I'm in love with Dandy being clingy to you<33

No one's perspective

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Dora could only do so much for the whiny man-child. She could only take so much abuse before you stepped in fully. Sure she still liked cooking, but you had to serve everything to Dandy. If it wasn't given to him by you? Anarchy. Clearly, you didn't love him as much as he thought if you weren't bothering to help out.

Every evening he sat and watched you as you cleaned. Cleaning every inch of the playroom he loved so much. But he adored you more. If your clothes were ever so slightly uncomfortable, they were thrown and new ones were on your bed in the morning. If you slacked off and almost fell asleep, you'd get yelled at before being tucked into the makeshift bed in the playroom. Sweet words whispered, uncomfortably, into your ears as the covers were messily tucked around your body.

"you're so amazing. So perfect. So gorgeous. Everything." He chuckled, staring at your sleeping face. A finger tracing your jaw, nose, and cheeks. Every part of you he needed. Every part.

This routine of you two sharing small stares and smiles through your workday had been fine for the months you stayed. Pay never lowered, and you found yourself silently attached to the brat despite his... tantrums. Whenever you went to bed you pretended to sleep so you could be aware of Dandy's small kiss on your cheek. And to your forehead, to your neck, chest. Never lower. He was a gentleman after all. It was a sweet few months, with sweet talks and treats for your work.

But, fate decided to intervene on the most peaceful day of all. Dora was out. So was Gloria. Dandy was in his playroom with you, watching you as per usual. Watching you move as you adjusted his items, and humming show tunes to yourself. Such a quiet, peaceful day. Until Gloria's shrill voice decided to break your, quiet time with the spoilt man. "I need you out." She mentioned to you. "Dandy! I have someone for you to meet."

Not wanting to upset Gloria, you immediately walked out. But looked a bit sadly at Dandy, who was immediately annoyed to no ends of the earth. A lovely woman, your age was behind Gloria as you walked out. The eye contact with each other was slightly tense. She could tell you wanted to be left alone, but you could tell Gloria's wants. She wanted this girl to marry Dandy. Badly. So much so, that a potential payment was held in the woman's bag. Walking away to Dandy's room, you closed the door, in an attempt to make Gloria happy.

Obviously, you didn't stay in there. You immediately walked back out once you could tell the two ladies were in the playroom. Eavesdropping on the conversation. A very one-sided conversation. Dandy was practically silent as Gloria introduced the woman and practical information about her. You could almost tell Dandy was rolling his eyes and was thinking more about you.

Only a few minutes passed before you heard steps out of the room. So, you just made it seem like you were hanging around, waiting for the conversation to finish. "She's such a cow." You heard before arms wrapped around you, and a face buried itself in your neck. Letting out a small awkward chuckle, eventually, you reciprocated the unexpected affection. In your head, any and all scenarios played out in detail. The worst one you thought of was Dandy killing the lovely lady just because. You knew he wanted to explore murder. He spilled his heart out to you whenever he got a chance.

"Dandy! Please just take a chance on her!" Gloria's slightly uninterested and shrill voice intruded your ears once again. He shook his head silently and stuffed his face in your neck again. If Gloria spoke up again, you might have to punch her.

So that's exactly what you did. She kept pestering Dandy with the call of his name and begging for a wedding. A heavy and annoyed sigh left you and pushed the brat off you (gently of course) before going up to the brat's mother and punching her. You hit her in her nose, causing her to fall back slightly, stumbling as she caught her footing. Your stare was hard, and cold as Gloria examined the blood dripping out of her nose. Oh. Shit. That wasn't meant to happen.

Where was the lovely stranger in all of this? She was stood by one of Dandy's stuffed animals, watching on in fear. A broken nose, yelling and a tantrum wasn't how she saw her day going. She expected to be introduced to her future husband, prepare details, and move in. All with a promise of a good deal, and money. Plenty of it. Everyone was easily swayed by money. And the Mott family had it at their fingertips 24/7. How could such a handsome man be such a baby? It dissuaded her if it wasn't already obvious that marriage would not be taking place.

You? You were getting a gentle kiss on each of your red knuckles, and praises sung in your ear. Dandy was already so swayed by you, and that punch made him fall deeper. Such a strong... persuasive way to tell Gloria no. But she shrieked your name and looked at Dandy with that look she couldn't erase from her eyes. "Why do you insist on staying with this dreadful person?!"

"They're better than some hag who only wants our money!" He raised his voice back, finally hitting rock bottom with his mother. Everything basically collapsed at that point, and the stranger took this opportunity to run out, heading in whatever direction she could so she didn't risk a punch from you. You felt bad for her, only slightly though. Sure she wanted to be married for the money, but you were sure she was a sweet woman.

Minutes of screaming passed and Gloria eventually headed out, down the stairs to 'calm herself down' which left Dandy staring annoyedly at the door to the playroom. The best thing you could think of was to put your hands on his face, staring gently at him. His eyes met yours, and immediately you could tell the brat softened. Dandy's hands pulled you closer, and he almost melted under your touch. "you feeling better now?"

He nodded into your neck, pressing little kisses to the skin he was close to. Any touch on him made him feel better, in any situation. As long as it was you. "How about I marry you instead?"

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Tag: @slvt4jamesmarch @fear-is-truth @coentinim @nahoyasboyfriend @bluerthanvelvet444 @starry-eyed-wild-child @babygorewhore

[sixosix]

Congrats on the milestone dear Six! You totally deserve the following! I would like to request [toge, oranges, fluff]

wc, 500 dumbassery im so srs, aaaa THANK U SO MUCHHHH ily for requesting toge and the kind message!

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

You wondered what it would be like to be in a relationship.

Your friends—fellow sorcerers—didn’t have time for that. As a sorcerer yourself, you were told multiple times that it’s not all that great. It’s rough to get too attached when you’re in this field of work. You wouldn’t have time for yourselves.

But the idea of being with someone… devoted to each other’s time, unafraid to get too attached, to love even in the face of death. Wasn’t that just beautiful? The first thing you’d see when you wake up would be the person you’re unafraid to be open to—

“Tuna,” Inumaki greeted, his face inches away from yours. He leaned forward over the couch, your head reclined against the headrest, bringing your noses close together.

You brightened, grinning wide. “Toge! Good morning.”

He nodded, then leaned back, seemingly satisfied. Inumaki stalked away into the kitchen as you stared longingly, wondering some more.

It could be something like that. With a bit more kissing. With a bit more touch. You deserved that after a rough week of dealing with curses, right?

If you were dating someone unbelievably sweet, would they notice the little things? You longed for that. After all these gruesome missions, it could get difficult even to express emotions, but a good partner would be able to tell right away.

You wouldn’t need to say anything. The other would just be able to tell. To you, having little moments like that in between all of this would be worth all the risk. 

“Mustard leaf?” Inumaki returned into view, holding a bowl of something.

He slid it over to your lap, and you gasped in delight. It was a bowl of oranges, peeled and divided into slices. You were momentarily distracted by how Inumaki’s hair, silky even after an afternoon nap, was slightly mussed on the left. His eyes were such a striking color.

You reached out to flatten it down, beaming. “Thank you, Toge. I was planning on getting it.”

Inumaki nestled his cheek into your palm briefly before rounding around the couch. It was a little funny for someone who speaks so little to be so loud with his actions.

You turned to your side, where Maki had her lips curled in disbelief. “I bet Toge would make a really good boyfriend. Don’t you think so, Maki?”

“I can’t fucking do this,” Maki said, storming off at the same time Toge settled beside you.

You watched her leave in confusion but were eventually distracted by Toge leaning over and waiting for you to feed him a slice. While the first and second years watched in equal parts disgust and awe, you wondered what it would be like to have Toge as your boyfriend.

That did sound nice.

[lightlycareless]

aaaa a thought I’ve been having but imagine naoya using his technique to protect his wife 😭😭 whether from an assassin with a grudge against the zenin or catching her as she’s about to fall 🥹💕

ps I’m obsessed with fih and can’t wait to see where the story goes 💌🫶

Hello!!!!!!!

Ok so this scenario is one that can be used for angst and fluff and for that I thank you so much HAHAHAH I’ve been actually thinking about something like that for a while now, if you want to make it even more dramatic, I was planning on adding Naomi onto the mix as well…

But we’ll start with the fluff 😊

Also, thank you so much for your lovely compliment. I'm so glad you're liking the story so far!! I hope to update soon :> ❤️❤️

warnings: none. fluff. highschool au.

Happy reading!!

This happens just before the two start dating, when Naoya is (dejectedly) still trying his best to win you over, and you’re… well, you’re starting to have feelings for him too, kind of. Debating whether you ultimately like him or not, if you want to give him a chance or perhaps move on… he’s handsome and all, charming in his own way too, but you just can’t believe he has feelings for you (This happens after the small valentine’s day fiasco, poor Naoya haha.) and this is something that has you greatly confused!

However, your feelings would become a bit more… clear the moment this happens.

You were just walking around the hallways of the school while carrying boxes a teacher asked you and a fellow classmate to store away.

A recipe for disaster to some, for you carried a bit too much; just one wrong step and you’d be stumbling onto a painful fate, just as it was to occur a few seconds from now, failing to see anything beyond your own nose or the slight unevenness of the floor…

Or so that would’ve happened if Naoya hadn’t been around. If he hadn’t kept a close eye on you (as he always did anyways) and activated his technique as soon as he deducted what was to transpire.

To say you were startled by his immediate reaction was an understatement—even then, it took you a few more moments to understand why you ended up in Naoya’s arms when not so long ago you were on way to the nearby storage room…

“Are you ok? Did you get hurt or something?” He’d ask soon after, swiftly pulling you out of your thoughts and back to him—to his piercing eyes that made you cower in embarrassment.

“I—I guess?” you stammer, trying to ease the heat beginning to settle in your cheeks at his sudden closeness; to no avail, for the more you denied it, the hotter it became. “What… what happened?”

“You tripped, kind of. I stopped it from happening.” Naoya explains, your mind spirals at the implication.

“And you—And you used your technique for that…?”

“Ye—yeah… I mean, what was I supposed to do? Let you fall?!” He fusses, you blink. Maybe, anyone else would’ve done so.

But the fact that he did…

“N…No, I… I guess not.” You swallow. “Thank you, Naoya.”

“You’re welcome.”

…

…

…

“Can you let me go now?”

“Oh, right.” Naoya helps you get back on your feet, diverting his gaze from you (impossible) as you tidied up your uniform, focusing instead on picking up the boxes from the floor and storing them himself.

“You don’t need to do that, Naoya. It’s fine!” you say, catching up to him.

“Don’t run, you could be injured!” he warns, you flinch.

“I’m fine, really!”

“Is it ok if I just leave them anywhere?” Naoya asks, though it seemed to be more of a personal question for he’d leave them wherever convenient soon after; leaving you to suffer from his concern in flustering silence.

“…Ye—yeah…”

Thus, the two eventually depart, but not without Naoya checking in on you one last time, even suggesting that you go to the nurse just in case; his insistence only stopping once you reassured him for the nth time you were ok and that there was no need for such measures.

“If you say so…” he murmurs. You could see it in his eyes that Naoya does not intend to let the subject die, but until then, you’ll have enough time to deal with your new… thoughts.

“I’ll see you around then, Naoya…”

One curt nod later, you’re running back to Nanami, who had been patiently waiting for your return by the courtyard—the two had previously arranged a studying session to help you improve your curse knowledge…

After checking in on you, of course.

“You’re bright red, Y/N—What happened?”

But how do you even begin to explain that your face was caused by having experienced one of your many hopeless romantic fantasies? And with the same person that has slowly begun to win your affections through his persistent efforts?

If it was a matter of the gods telling you he was your fated one, or simply luck… that was something you wouldn’t be able to discern now.

Instead, you’d worry about showing your appreciation to him, as well as how to quiet down your thundering heart, skipping a beat whenever your mind went back to Naoya.

It was only necessary if you were to accomplish anything, though it’d soon become pointless the moment you irrevocably, hopelessly in love you became for him in time.

🥺 From there you just stare at naoya in utter silence while having this super notorious blush on your face 😭 I think your friends and family will start to assume you're sick or something, while your brother is like

"Nah, she's in love."

I really want to write how they start dating 🥺 ikahfgukaghuaga aAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but i'll get to it soon enough.

Now, thank you so much for sending in this ask 🥺❤️!!! I had fun writing it :> PLEASE SEND MORE!!!

Take care and hope to see you soon!!!

[wolfpawzjakey]

Jason biting Percy and simultaneously showing possessiveness and tenderness.

what do you think? I really like your thoughts :)

in my opinion this is a really tasty concept, - Jason wolf possessive, but he is gentle and affectionate.

AAAA I love wolfy behavior Jason. Him nipping at Percy at first results in a not so friendly response because, Jason has always been used to nipping his wolf companions and he was used to nipping a little too hard for human standards plus like Percy swore they were just having a great guy and honestly whenever he gets bitten it’s always during a fight. So he’s just like “what the fuck dude?” and Jason is just like “oh fuck that’s right, people don’t usually do that” and he gets all flustered being like “it’s something I did while I was being raised by the wolves, it was a sign that we cared for each other, blah blah blah” and Percy was like “oh.” (also a bit flustered now” and he just is like “just,,, be gentler next time yeah?” And Jason is just so bright after. And there are next times, idk if this idea you have is like pre or current relationship between them so I’ll indulge both sides.

Pre relationship, the two are their usual goofy selves and they’re like “haha, yup just two guys who are buddy’s and one of them casually and gently bites and rubs cheeks with the other who just takes it and no, of course Percy isn’t blushing what’s there to blush for, just a little nonverbal bro communication”. And they linger in this routine for a while, but like, despite being two of the most accredited fighters in their lives, who have done some of the most dangerous and ballsy things, they’re too damn oblivious of each others feelings because they’re too busy focused on how entirely unlikely that it would be for the other to feel the same as them. (Like, once again, pointing to canon, how long did it take for Perce and Beth to get together???) Anyway, one day, on a decently relaxed and not super event filled day, which kinda is rare for the two, they’re just existing in each others space, idk maybe in a cabin or somewhere less involved with other campers, Jason just leans into Percy and bumps his nose into Percy’s cheek, leaving a few soft bites on his jaw or cheeks before rubbing their cheeks together and just resting there and Percy explodes like “dude, I don’t think we can keep doing this” and Jason is kinda startled because it’s been a thing for them for like months and now they might have to stop? Did Percy start to get weirded out? Did he do it too often? And Percy’s just like “dude, don’t think too much but I just can’t keep doing this if you don’t feel the same way I do.” And Jason is like “the… way you do??” And Percy just exhaustedly explains and confesses and Jason is just like red as fuck and like “you’ve got feelings for me too?” And Percy just goes “TOO?”

So safe to say they begin to date and everyone’s reaction is relief, like “IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!!”

Percy and Jason in current relationship standings with this wolfy like behavior are just disgustingly affectionate. They’re pretty chill most of the time, but what used to be like momentary bursts of this hyper-affectionate thing they used to do is now more, Jason’s nuzzling and little nips to the face area now turn into mega pda moments that have their friend fake gagging, other campers are not excluded. Aphrodite cabin are their fan club tho.

You mentioned Jason doing this not only in an affectionate and tender way, but also protective. So obviously, Jason has a streak of jealousy. Nothing weird and overbearing just possessive sometimes, like, this guys mine, don’t touch don’t get too close in that way. And he successfully keeps people from romantically approaching Percy. I like to think all the campers after apprehensive of others too, so when they meet new people, Jason gets into this protective mood too, surrounding Percy as much as possible and trying to be the big scary guy he is, when people think they could romance Percy, he gets a bit bitey too and wards them off. Percy could definitely get them to back off himself, but he’s well content with being protected for once, even if he doesn’t necessarily need to be, it’s just sweet to him.

Maybe the younger campers have a joke about Jason being the big bad wolf around Percy with strangers or potential romancers, because he’s huge ofc, and they know he’s scary, but when it’s just the two of them or their friend group, he’s the hugest puppy for Percy.

Not to mention, Percy defo has a thing for the wolfy tendencies his boyfriend has too, especially when Jason gets protective and possessive.

Big protective guard dog to someone who doesn’t need protection but takes it anyway is such a sweet thing to me. Like, take this! Devotion to the extreme!!

Anyway, I rambled here, but I hope it was a fun ramble. Love me some wolf behavior Jason, like extremely love it. Need more Jason being very wolfy tho, not just like the surface level stuff, but also the more animalistic stuff, especially in battle. Such a thing I love.

Thank you for this ask :3

[etherealyoungk]

skye ml !!! hear to gift u some soft thoughts <33

imagine applying makeup on hoshi!! perhaps you bought some new makeup from the store or something and wanted to try it out, and he just so happened to walk in at the right time. imagine applying lip gloss or lipstick to his lips or putting some blush on his cheeks or just glitter to his face and he just looks so adorable :(( and he just lets you because he's so w h i p p e d and he kisses you with the lip gloss to your lips

RANIAA BUBS <3 stop omg this is such a cute thought aaaa i love this

you're back home from going on a little therapy shopping run is what you're justifying this as. you only went into the store to buy a new eyeliner since your previous one was almost over. but the salesperson was maybe a little too persuasive and they were having a really good offer too, so that's how you came back home with more than just an eyeliner.

"babe are you home?", hoshi asks, calling out for you when he hears the front door open. he sees the little bag you have and smiles. "did you buy new makeup products?", he prompts and you nod. "i got some cute products plus they had a good deal going on", you explain, walking towards hoshi.

"im gonna try them on!", you tell and hoshi follows you to your bedroom like a puppy. "why don't you sample them on me?", he suggests. "i'll be like a model for you", he adds, looking so excited how can you tell him no. so that's how hoshi was in front of you, smiling and eager as you took out all the products you got and placed them on your vanity table. he looks at the products curiously and you smile.

hoshi sits up all ready and you chuckle at his eagerness. you take some primer and apply it to his face, followed by foundation. and then you grab the blush. you look at him and he looks and waits. you dab the big brush in the blush and gently dab it to his cheeks. he tries to hold back his smile at the ticklish feeling but fails, a sweet giggle leaving his lips. "does it tickle?", you ask and he nods and you smile along.

you grab the lipsticks and hold them in front of hoshi. "which one do you wanna try on?", you ask and he looks at the colors and points to the dusty pink one. "great choice baby", you tell opening the lipstick. and when you look up, hoshi's already pouting his lips for you to apply the lipstick. "that's not gonna work", you tell squishing his cheeks and you tell him to just open his lips a bit as you apply the lipstick. and you weren't going to lie, the color looked really good. "woah this one is so good!", you tell, leaning back a bit to admire the color. "really?", hoshi asks, turning his head to the mirror on the side, but you stop him. "im not done yet!", you tell and he chuckles.

you then decide to add some glitter from the highlighter and eyeshadow you bought. it was a pretty subtle pink and golden. you apply some to hoshi's cheeks and his a bit to his nose. you add a little glitter eyeshadow to his eyelids and he looks so cute already. you grab the final item, some lipgloss and open it. you put the lipgloss on him and dab it and hoshi looks at you with a cute lopsided pout.

"how do i look?", he asks. you could melt into a puddle right now at how adorable he looked. "cute, you look so cute!", you nearly squeal and hoshi looks at himself in the mirror. "i do look good and cute", he says with a smile and looks back at you. your smile was enough for him.

you look at the lipsticks and grab one. "let me try this and see how it looks on me", you tell but he stops you. "let me put it on you baby", he asks and you don't see why not, so you hand it over to him, only for him to put it back on the table. confused, you're about to open your mouth to say something but he kisses you.

"there! now you have the lipstick on you", he says, proud and he looks at you. you smack his hand at his cheeky move. "oh wait, i think i missed a spot", he adds and you pucker your lips and he grins, kissing you again. and maybe turns into more than just an innocent kiss or two, but who was complaining.

[pastelvelvett]

Aaaa I'm so sorry it took so long But here it is, a Yandere!Harvey x reader, as requested by the lovely @lucienbarkbark! Also, hope everyone's having a great pride month!! I may or may not be preparing a lil something for that, who knows 👉👈

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Yandere!Harvey x Gn!Sick!Reader

You and Harvey have been pretty close lately, that was clear as day. Despite Harvey normally being the reserved sort, it took a very small amount of time for him to warm up to you. What once was awkward small talk evolved to discussing topics that were a bit deeper than just commenting on the weather. Often, you'd talk about eachother's lives over a hot cup of coffee, a drink Harvey apparently enjoyed quite a bit.

The more the both of you spent time together, the more attached the doctor would find himself to you. The more details he had about your past life in the city, your life right now, and the things that you liked and disliked, the more he'd find himself hanging onto every word you spoke. While Harvey definitely had a good memory, knowing so many facts about one person was definitely unusual for him. He loved everything about you, so much so that he memorized every single thing you divulged to him without even trying.

Hanging out together after Harvey's work hours became a daily ritual of sorts, one that he woke up every day deeply excited for. So you can imagine how he felt when for the first time in weeks, you weren't there in front of his clinic door waiting for him to exit. His first instinct was to worry, but he was able to calm himself down relatively easily. It was true you were always there at 3PM sharp, but it would be silly to assume something bad happened to you just because you're a little late this time around. You were a busy person, maybe you just didn't finish your work for the day yet. That seemed like a reasonable possibility to him.

But as the minutes passed, his concern grew, eventually to the point that he was such a bundle of nerves that he had to go over to your farm to check if you were okay. As much as he wanted to stay calm, all that he could think about were the nearly infinite possibilities of what could've happened to you, and a lot of the ones he could think of were pretty far on the grim side. A part of him still knew full well that he was probably just overreacting, but the slightest possibility of you being hurt was too much for him to handle.

Harvey, with heart beating at an accelerated rhythm, shakily knocked at your wooden door. Much to his relief, he heard your voice from inside. Even though he did think your voice was slightly hoarse, all he could think about was how relieved he was you were okay, perfectly safe inside your home.

"Come in!" You said. Harvey didn't hesitate to, eager to see you after the maybe (definitely) disproportionate scare he just had. Once he opened the door to your farmhouse, he was quick to spot you laying in bed, snuggled into you blanket. A blush dusted his cheeks, finding the image adorable. He felt like seeing you comforted him even more than hearing you did. Now that he was calmer, he pretty easily noticed that your nose had reddish hue and that you were sniffling every so often. 'Ah... So you had a cold, that's why they didn't come.' Harvey thought to himself.

"Y/N! Hi! Ahah... It's a bit embarassing, but I was a bit worried about you, you know?" Harvey awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. You greeted him cheerfully, motioning towards your chair with a smile. Until that moment he was awkwardly standing in front of the exit, feeling like coming further inside without instruction from you could possibly be rude. Another thing he overthought, it seemed. He sat himself in your comfortable chair, noticing how your pretty lips formed a frown as you ruminated on his words.

"Oh... I'm really sorry Harvey. I didn't mean to worry you. Honestly, I kinda lost the track of time... I've been really sick since yesterday, my head's a lil hazy-" You explained, interrupted by your (admittedly very cute) sneeze. Harvey's brows knitted together, not really liking the fact that you implied that you were going to go out in your current state if only you didn't forget what time it was.

"You don't need to apologize. I'm just glad nothing bad happened to you." Harvey let out a sigh. You were too kind and considerate even when you didn't have to be. "...Besides, it really wouldn't have been a good idea to go out when you have a cold. You need all the rest you can get." Without realizing it, he switched to the tone he'd normally use when talking to patients about their health, this resulting in a lighthearted chuckle from you. He looked down in your directiin, puzzled as to why you were laughing.

"Nothing, just that... You turned on doctor mode there. You're real cute, Harv, you know that?" The nickname you've never used before plus the unexpected compliment equaled a very, very flustered Harvey. His cheeks set ablaze, trying to fumble his way through forming a sentence to very poor results. "T-Thanks... I think...? Gosh, don't say stuff like that. You're going to make me even redder than your face is right now." He breathed in to calm himself down. "Speaking of which..." The brown haired man got up from his seat, walking up to the bed with a straight face. When Harvey pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, in awe at how smooth, and incredibly hot, your face felt. He found himself melting at the contact, and maybe he would've lost himself in it if your temperature wasn't so concerning. He was sure that if he held his hand on your forehead for much longer than it would literally melt him aswell as figuratively.

"Gah, you're hot so hot...! A-Ah, wait, no I mean- In the temperature sense, of course. Not that you're not just-" Thankfully for Harvey, you mercifully cut him off, assuring him that you understood what he meant from the get-go. "R-Right. Well..." Harvey cleared his throat, removing his hand from your forehead and straightening his back. "Do you have any paracetamol? Or anything else that could help with your fever?" You shook your head no. "Okay, I'll have to bring you some then!"

"Only if you're quick. I'll miss you too much." You gave Harvey a playful grin. He really wasn't sure if you teasing him like this was only meant as playful banter, or a sign that he wouldn't irreparably screw things up if he went and told you how he felt. But that was something he didn't want to linger on in that moment. He had to take care of you, afterall. Harvey gave you nod and a smile, turning towards the door. But before he could walk off he heard your voice again. "Wait! Would... Would it be okay if you stayed over a bit to make me some soup? You told me before that you're really good at cooking, and I've been really excited to try it out! Sorry if it's rude of me to ask you instead of you offering..." Harvey's heart skipped at your request, feeling the slightest bit nervous at the prospect of you tasting his cooking.

"Ah, not at all. You're sick. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't at least treat you with some soup?" And with that, he began preparing you your food. Sounds of chatter between you and Harvey mixed in with that of cutting vegetables and stirring. It was a comfortable, intimate atmosphere. It made Harvey imagine how it would be like to live with you and have this dynamic every single day. He couldn't help but be excited for the future. Maybe he was just convincing himself everything would turn over well because not having the future he imagined wouldn't be something he could handle. He didn't know for sure, but in that moment what was once worry turned into (perhaps misplaced) confidence that things would go over well. All he had to do was find the right time, you'd understand him and feel the same.

As the minutes passed, your conversatiin fizzled out into an equally comfortable silence. When Harvey announced that he finished your meal with an excited tone he expected some sort of response from you, but confusingly enough, he didn't receive any. With brows furrowed, he turned his head in your direction. His brown eyes first fell on your closed ones, then your slightly agape lips, and lastly your chest that rose and fell at a steady rhythm. Your peaceful sleeping face was a sight for sore eyes. You worked so tirelessly on a daily basis, and while he knew you enjoyed what you did, he couldn't help but be worried about you constantly. As much as he admired your determination, overworking yourself like that clearly didn't do any wonders for your health. He sighed, wishing you could listen to your body just a little more often.

Harvey left the bowl of soup where it was, deciding he would heat it up for you once you woke up. He took the opportunity to bring you the meds he was planning to bring, placing them on the end table next to your bed with a cup of water. Something he didn't really plan to bring alongside the medicine but ended up bringing anyway was his trusty camera. He knew it wasn't right. There was no way you would be okay with him taking pictures of you while you were asleep, and he knew that him aknowledging but still doing it made him an even worse person. But by Yoba, he couldn't help it. He wanted, and felt like he needed, to keep seeing your sleeping face even tonight after he'd go home. Waking up next to you could be a far future, and he wanted to have you with him while he slept in some way. After he was done taking several pictures from multiple angles, he stuffed the camera in his pocket. He really, really hoped you would never find out about this. Because he loved you more than anything and anyone, and he wanted you to feel the same more than anything.

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗.

ೀ amira speaks.ᐟ : this is literally the first smut one-shot I write for this sweet man. hope you all like it aaaa 😭💕 ˗ˏˋ ꒰ summary : your boyfriend knows just how to treat you during your bad period cramps days. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ word count : 1.5k

˗ˏˋ ꒰ genre : smut. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader

WARNING.ᐟ THIS FIC CONTAINS ; title says it all. period sex, fingering, slight breast play, some profanity.

◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` as always, I just had to tag my wifey @luceracastro.ᐟ

“Fuck,”

A soft grunt spurred deep from your throat. Both your hands clutched your stomach, feeling a sudden sharp pain burdening you. Trying not to wake your boyfriend, who seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully as you were cuddled up together, you turned around with your back facing him.

Despite all your best efforts, somehow, he managed to slowly wake up from his slumber with the sound of your hushed grunts and curse words, immediatly noticing that you were painfully squirming in the spot. The complaining and the squirming at the same time could only mean one thing— your period.

Gently, Fran scooted closer to you, hugging you from behind delicately as the tip of his nose nuzzled against your neck. “Estás bien, hermosa?” his lips were placed on your shoulder, pressing loving pecks as his hand slipped under your shirt, caressing your stomach. “Not really.” you replied shortly, and frankly. It felt as if someone had kicked you right in the uterus.

“Is it that time of the month, again?” in response, you hummed, desperate to try and make the pain fade away somehow. “I see.” with that simple whispered answer, his hand went further inside your shirt. Teasingly, his hand nearly touched your — now sensitive — breasts, before quickly moving downwards to your stomach, and indiscreetly slipping a few fingers under your pants.

His fingertips felt warm and comforting, Fran knew how much you loved it when he touched you just like that. Especially during this time of the month, you were particularly horny — but all that you could focus on at the time, was the dreadful pain that overwhelmed you on the first day of your period.

As his lips kept kissing your shoulder and neck, smiling slyly to himself, he muttered. “Would you like to know what I read the other day about period cramps and the ways to treat them, nena?”

“Hm? What did you read?”

“I read that orgasms help with period cramps.”

Tsk. You clicked your tongue trying to dismiss him, but all the teasing little kisses and the way he touched you wasn’t helping at all, much less the feeling of his already hardened cock poking your ass. “Don’t try to act like you don’t want me to fuck away the pain, bebé.” his arm pressed you tighter against his body while his lips continued to press small kisses on your sensitive neck, occasionally nibbling your soft spots, and you couldn’t help but rub your arse against his growing erection.

A rosy hue occupied you cheeks. While you did feel aroused, feeling your underwear grow stickier by the minute with a mix of your monthly blood and wetness, you simultaneously felt embarrassed. It would be your first time having period sex, and you didn’t want him to feel grossed out.

His hand softly moved upwards again, cupping your breast as his thumb leisurely brushed across your sensitive, hardened nipple. “Fran,” you called out for him quietly, swallowing thickly, holding back a soft moan from escaping from you at the teasing. “I’m afraid you might feel disgusted by my period.” he softly scoffed from behind of you. His hot breath hitting against your skin as he squeezed your breast made you shiver.

“A little bit of blood doesn’t scare, or disgust me. Much less if it’s your own blood.” he insisted, making you meekly smile as his hand descended towards your lower stomach, slipping his hand under both your shorts, and underwear. “Let me take care of you. You will thank me later for it, amor.”

For a few moments, you hesitated silently. You did want him to fuck you right there and distract you away from the pain, but simultaneously, you weren’t quite sure. “Pleeeeaseee?” hearing his pleading voice once again made you scoff, helplessly smiling. It was hard to say no when your boyfriend put it that way, and had already managed to arouse you easily. “Fine. Please, do fuck my pain away, my love.”

Happily, Fran got closer to your face, and placed a loving smooch on your cheek at your approval. “Thank you, preciosa.” his own content made your smile grow wider, and he didn’t waste a single second as soon as you allowed him to please you. While his body was tightly pressed against you from behind, you managed to move your leg on top of his own, giving him a bit more of access as his hand moved painfully slow to your throbbing cunt.

The second his warm fingertips softly got to your pussy and began caressing it, your breath hitched. Your reaction, and the sensation of your moisture mixed with your period blood on his fingers was enough to please him already. Even better was when you tried to rub yourself against his fingers. “So wet and needy already? It’s cute to see just how aroused I can get you in no time.” he teased in a whisper, as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against your neck.

“Shut up and just fuck me already.” you ordered in between pants, feeling his fingers playing with your sensitive clit for a brief moment, before going down and moving around your aching entrance. God, did he love to play around. “Como digas, bonita.” complying, his fingers immediatly slipped inside of you.

A soft moan immediatly spurred from your lips, while two of his fingers pumped in and out of you. A hushed fleshy sound, along your own panting filled the room. It was true — the pleasure he managed to bring you was more than enough to make you forget about the cramps.

“You feel so sweetly tight, and wet.” despite wanting to maintain gentle movements with his fingers, he couldn’t help himself — with the passing of the seconds, and the louder your grunts became, the faster his fingers thrusted inside you. The feeling of your own blood and slick coating his fingers made it easier for him to fingerfuck you, and stretch your walls. You threw your head back softly, as his teeth nibbled gently on the soft flesh of your neck, proudly smiling to himself.

“I told you, you’d enjoy it. Why make such a fuss of it, eh?” Fran whispered against your ear, feeling his hot pants against your skin. Desperately, you helped him thrust you deeper with his fingers by rolling your hips against them, and simultaneously, trying to rub your ass against his erection. “I could get used to fucking you on your period. It helps with the cramps after all, no?” you groaned in response, with your lips partly open, allowing all sounds to come deep from your throat.

The faster his fingers thrusted in and out of you, occasionally moving them inside to bring you more pleasure, the tighter you felt the knot on your stomach. The sound of your moans increased, as well as his own pants became heavier against your skin. You thanked yourself mentally for having accepted his proposal — it did help for you to forget your own dreadful cramps, and... Helped with your own horniness for him.

Your inner walls pleasantly tightened around his fingers leisurely, meaning you were about to cum at any moment, and he knew. A proud grin grew wider on his rosy lips, you were a moaning, shaking, wet mess all because of two of his fingers — he knew exactly how to get to you like nobody else.

“F–Fuck, I’m about to cum—” you managed to mutter in between your ragged breathing, feeling your own legs desperately shaking as you knew you were about to get to your own release. You looked quite pretty in that state, your boyfriend wasn’t easily going to let you go from it.

Suddenly, you whimpered, with your eyes abruptly opening, and feeling a sudden emptiness. By the time your walls were tightened and you were about to get to your orgasm, his fingers stopped filling your wet, already aching pussy. Confused, you tried to look over your shoulder to stare at him with disappointment, nearly about to beg him to continue.

“Sorry, mi amor.” noticing the disappointment, Fran leaned his face closer to your own, giving you a small smooch on your cheek. “But I’d rather have you all for me a little longer, you look so pretty moaning and whimpering for me.” as his hand remained under your shorts, he used it to gently caress your thigh.

You were desperated for your very much sought release after being overstimulated with his long fingers — but, considering the needy state you were in, you couldn’t help but meekly smile briefly, knowing that you’d have him pleasing you for longer time, maybe in all the different ways you fancied. After all, your boyfriend was there to pamper you, and make you forget your own painful period.

It didn’t take him long to notice the smile you gave him, grinning wider himself. “See? I told you that you were going to thank me for it.” he muttered, using his hand to desperately trying lower down his own shorts.

“I promise, tonight I will give you enough orgasms to help with your cramps.”