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staytinyville · 1 year ago

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OUTLAW (17)

ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

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Warning: Things get a bit heated, people get flustered (I BETTER SEE SOME REACTIONS CAUSE BRO EVEN I REACTED I LOVE THIS CHAPTER)

BETA READ (@mariana-mmtz)

You had been helping the boys out with moving things around the camp, tidying up as you were so used to. You could hear their bickering and giggles from inside one of the tents as you picked up their dirty clothes and things they might have left laying around. They didn’t ask for you to do their chores but seeing as they had done so much for you, you wanted to return the favor.

“Hey, doll.” You turned around to find the tall man giving you a charming smile.

“Hi, Mingi.” You whispered breathlessly.

He casually walked closer to you, making you smile as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You placed down what you had in your hands to wrap yours around his waist, rubbing your cheek against the leather of his vest. The skin of his arms made you shiver as they encased around your head.

“You doing alright?” He asked you quietly.

You pulled back to look at him, sighing deeply. You had a soft look on your face that made Mingi’s lips turn up. He could see how much it brought joy to you to be with them all again. It made him feel like a little kid getting praise.

“I thought I wasn't going to see you again.” You admitted to him. “I mean, that was stupid of me to think. Ain't no way you guys were just going to leave the others in Cromer.” You shook your head as your lips wobbled. “But honestly, I thought they were going to leave without me getting to say goodbye to you all.”

Mingi’s large hand moved up to your cheek, his thumb rubbing just under your eye. He gave you a light smile to calm your racing heart. “We're all okay.” He whispered. “Nothing is going to bring us down. And you mean too much to us to just leave without saying anything.”

He sighed deeply as he took you in. “Besides, I was worried about you too.” He added.

“You were?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, lips pulled out into a pout.

“You were shaking so bad that day.” Mingi began to explain. “Wouldn't let me leave. Seonghwa had to take my place to get you to calm down. ”

Your shoulders dropped as the first thing you felt was embarrassment. He–and possibly some of the others–had seen you in your most vulnerable state and it left you a bit bothered. You hadn’t really talked about that day with any of the boys because you felt ashamed of how you felt. Not just because of your anger, but because you felt so helpless.

However, your doubts about him seeing you in a different light faded away as he kept explaining what it was he felt that day. “I didn't want to leave you like that. It killed me to not know anything about you.”

Your breath got caught in your throat at his revelation. You could keep telling yourself multiple times that you knew what the boys meant to you, but hearing it from their mouths that you meant something to them made you feel light-headed.

Each one of Mingi’s words swirled around in your head until you could no longer stand. They made you want to jump on your bed and kick your feet in the air from how giddy you might have felt. But his words also held heavy meaning. There was a story behind why he felt that way and it reminded you of your own feelings of self loath.

“I'm sorry for worrying you.” You told him.

“Don't apologize for that, Doll.” He bent down to be eye level with you, cradling your face in his hands. “I'll always worry about you now.”

He stood back up as he clenched his jaw. “I have never felt so much anger until I saw you being caged in by those animals. I knew they didn't deserve mercy. Not with the way they hurt you. I will never forgive myself if that ever happened to you again.”

With how he had been expressing himself to you about that day, you were reminded all about how you felt seeing his large hat at the end of the alleyway. At first, you were terrified when the blood of the men splattered on your face but seeing his tall figure there was like a punch to the gut. Relief had washed over you in buckets and you wanted to cry from the overwhelming emotions.

You knew Mingi wasn’t one of the boys you consider yourself to be close to. Hell, you still had so much to learn from the ones you saw on a daily basis. But having Mingi save you made you think of him differently. In your mind, you guess it was some hero complex you gave him, but the way he took care of you afterward made you feel special.

You had gone so far into your head that day you couldn’t remember how it was you acted, but you knew it was Mingi who held you close to keep from trembling so much. He had seen you in your most vulnerable state and didn’t think twice about taking care of you. And because of that, you suddenly saw him in a different light.

He had a tough exterior. He was rough around the edges and had a scowl that made people fear him. Mingi was an outlaw with a criminal record of murder, which should be a red flag to anyone who met him. However, you got the chance to know the real him. The one who saved you and was worried about your mental health.

“I don't think it will if it's you who's behind me.” You laughed lightly.

“You were brave for saving that girl.” He took a step closer to you, head dipping down to touch your nose with his. “I like the fire you have. It's different from all the other people I've met.”

“Let me guess. You like it?” Your lips pulled into a smile, feeling the ghost of his own lips touching them.

“More than you'll ever know.”

You gasp lightly as his lips touched yours, your eyes squeezing shut from the pressure that was building up in your head. Mingi easily overpowered you, not that you wanted to be the one in control. He made you melt so easily that you almost laughed into the kiss. There was a leak of adrenaline in your body that made you place your hands on Mingi’s cheeks to pull him closer.

The kiss had been heated, both of your emotions spilling over from the time spent apart. Who knew how things would have gone had you both stayed close. Maybe being apart for so long with so much anticipation of seeing each other again created a buildup of tension. But for sure, it made the kiss all the more perfect.

Mingi’s hand dropped down to your waist, which had you sucking in a breath. His body began to lean over yours, pushing onto you as his weight fell down. You could hear his breathing turning harsh as the hands that were on you seemed to bunch up your skirts.

You could feel your skirts lifting as he folded up the fabric, the cold air hitting your legs. The kiss started to get aggressive the moment you felt Mingi nip at your lips. A shaky exhalation left your mouth, the sound catching on the man’s ears. His tongue slipped out, daring to taste the spit that had gathered between the two of you. Your hands made quick work of touching his skin under his vest. They moved his coat over one of his shoulders, feeling up his toned biceps as he quickly shoved the offending fabric off him.

His body fell back on top of you, a laugh falling from your lips as the man seemed to want to be closer to you. Your body arched backwards, allowing him to cover your torso. You felt a sudden need to touch more of his skin with the way he overpowered you.

You tried to lift your leg up, however your skirt prevented you from moving fully and growled into Mingi’s mouth, which made him flinch back to stare at you with wide eyes. You pressed your lips tightly together to keep from laughing at the blush that had overtook Mingi’s face.

He watched for just a bit before rushing forward, taking your mouth once more. You squealed at his needy nature, hands moving to grip behind his neck. His hands didn’t shy away from moving to the back of your thighs, pulling you up with him. This time, you shoved your skirts to the side, allowing them to bunch up at your waist as your legs wrapped around Mingi’s torso.

He was trying his hardest to not fall back as his knees seemed to weaken the more his tongue delved into your mouth. His fingers twitched around the fabric of your skirts that was hanging down. He could feel the plush of your thighs under his fingers if he gripped hard enough.

It wasn’t until your inner thighs started to sweat that you realized where it was that you were heading with Mingi. You crossed your ankles behind him, arms wrapping themselves closer around his neck so that you were chest to chest. His own skin was heating up as well, starting to sweat from your body heat.

When you felt your thighs suddenly clench, your muscles began to twitch with anticipation as something began to build up in the bottom of your stomach. When you realized what was happening, you let out a screech, quickly dropping your body from Mingi’s.

The boy also let out a squeak, dropping you unceremoniously, turning around as his hands went to cover his lower half. You both turned to face the other way, avoiding looking at each other as you tried to calm down. Your body was still twitching from the stimulation, so you withered trying to get rid of the feeling.

You weren’t dumb to what it was that you had just felt. You knew what it was like to be a single woman all alone in your 20s. While you didn’t really have much free time due to sharing a room with your sister, you still heard others talk. It was the first time you had ever felt that kind of adrenaline. While you knew you wanted more, you weren’t there just yet.

As your heat simmered down, you slowly turned around to face Mingi. He was still hunched over, facing the other way. He was breathing heavily as he tried to calm his own temperature down. When he returned to his full height, he slowly turned around. As his eyes caught your own, a laugh started to form in your throat.

His grimace a bit before his own lips pulled up in a laugh. Hearing your laugh made his overthinking go away, just enjoying the fact that you weren’t yelling at him. Or worse, regretting what it was he did.

Just as Mingi was going to say something to you, Seonghwa had called to you both from outside the tent. “Mingi! Have you seen Pretty Girl?” The older male said, opening the flap to the tent.

“I'm right here, Hwa.” You answered with a soft smile, stepping around Mingi. “Who made dinner?” You grinned, picking up the things you had dropped when Mingi came in.

“Wooyoung.” Seonghwa gave you a bright smile, putting his arm around your shoulders. “He was excited to cook for you.”

You looked over to Mingi who had a soft look on his face. His arms were crossed over his chest, but he was relaxed. You nodded your head in the direction of the opening, signaling to Mingi to come along.

“Let me go see what he made up then.”

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@thefrog3223 , @iarayara , @0rangemilk , @explorewithd , @detectivedoodle , @bangtanxberm , @a1i33a , @loveforred , @drunken-deitence , @0325tiny , @the-ghostest-with-the-mostest , @atinyreads , @atinytinaa , @lexiigom , @smilingtokkii , @mismatchfluffysocks , @brain-empty-only-draken , @sousydive , @alex-tinyy , @h3arteyes4mingi , @onedumbho3

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caplanbuckybarnes · 3 months ago

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Wherever You Are (matt murdock)

Summary: just a night in without all of the choas of his nightly endeavors.

Warnings: just cozy fluff

WC: 760ish

A/N: A month or so ago i'd ask y'all to send me in some gifs in for drabbles/one shots. @sosa2imagines had blessed me with matt murdock <3

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The soft glow of fairy lights illuminated the small living room, casting a warm ambiance that wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. You sprawled comfortably on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets, a cup of hot cocoa in hand. It was one of those rare evenings where everything felt just right.

Matt Murock had been looking forward to this night all week. The two of you had carved out a slice of time amidst your busy lives, and he arrived with a beaming smile, his messy hair tousled just right. The moment he walked through the door, the atmosphere shifted, and you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach.

“Hey there, cozy bean,” he teased, settling next to you, the cushions sinking under his weight. He took a sip from his own mug, a playful glint in his eye. “This is nice.”

You nodded, leaning into him, your shoulder brushing against his. “I feel at home when I’m with you.”

Matt’s expression softened. He looked down at you, those deep brown eyes sparkling in the light. “You know, I feel the same way. It’s like… everything just clicks.”

With that, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You snuggled into his side, relishing the warmth radiating from him. It was easy to lose track of time in moments like this, just you and him, sharing laughter and secrets.

“What do you think we should watch?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“Something silly, maybe? I need a good laugh,” he replied, grinning. “But honestly, I’d be okay just sitting here with you.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. You could feel the sincerity behind them, and it made everything inside you bloom. You set your mug down and turned to face him, your gaze serious. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Whenever I’m with you, it feels like everything’s right in the world.”

His gaze held yours, and the air seemed to thicken with unspoken feelings. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling giddy with affection. “You know, I was worried about tonight. I thought it might feel… awkward.”

Matt chuckled softly, shaking his head. “With us? Never. We’re a mess, but we’re a fun mess.”

“True,” you agreed, laughter bubbling up between you. “At least we have each other to be messy with.”

The two of you settled back into a comfortable silence, the kind that spoke volumes without needing words. As the opening credits of the movie began to roll, you leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Halfway through the film, you caught Matt glancing at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. “You know, this is my favorite part of the week. Just being here with you.”

Your heart swelled at his words. “Me too, Matt. I always look forward to our time together.”

As the movie played on, you both occasionally exchanged comments and laughter, but there were also those quiet moments where you could just enjoy each other’s presence. You felt completely at ease, a sense of belonging wrapping around you.

When the credits rolled, you turned to him, your expression serious again. “So… if we’re a ‘fun mess,’ what does that make us?”

Matt raised an eyebrow, feigning deep contemplation. “I think it makes us a team. The perfect duo.”

You grinned, feeling a rush of affection. “I like that. The perfect duo.”

“Together, we can take on anything,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, a hint of something deeper lurking behind his words.

In that moment, something shifted. The playful banter fell away, and you found yourselves gazing into each other’s eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the unspoken promise of more than just friendship lingering in the air.

“Matt,” you breathed, your heart racing.

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment. “I care about you, you know that, right?”

Your breath caught in your throat as his thumb brushed gently against your cheek. “I do. I really do.”

And in that perfect, quiet moment, you both leaned in, your lips meeting in a gentle, tentative kiss. It felt like the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, you knew one thing for sure: wherever you went from here, you were home—because home was always with him.

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EVERYTHING PERM: @nekoannie-chan @kjs-s @notyourtypicalrose @mistressofallthingsgeeky

MARVEL PERM: @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @late-to-the-party-81 @capsthot @kenzieam @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

MATT MURDOCK: @hallecarey1 @yarrstyleeza @sloppyzengarden

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murodock x you #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil born again #matt murdock fluff

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notreallysorryxx · 10 months ago

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#"King"

You're being good for your king.

Characters: RiiKami (vtuber)

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied sexual content, um... yandere-ish (it's riikami so duh-), not proofread (didn't wanna bother my friend this time 😭)

Notes: This is from before I started actually getting into RiiKami. Even now, I'm still fairly new to this. :/ Also this was very much inspired by his song "Worshipping Desires". It's literally my favourite song and AH. If you didn't know, at one point you hear "here" and "good", so I took that and wrote something for my friend from it. I guess this is kind of a more modern royal au(?)

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With a flick of his wrist or a snap of his fingers, you were at Kami's beck and call. Though he never forced you to do anything you didn't want to. He was respectful in that sense. But somewhere, deep inside your mind, you wanted him to use his power to do... anything really. There wasn't a thing you wouldn't do for that man, honestly.

Ever since you had met him and pledged your life to him, you'd felt a magnetic pull. It reminded you of the books you used to read about soulmates. Unrealistic scenarios, you thought. But what if- You pause in what you're doing, almost falling over the person in front of you like dominoes. As you look up to see the person you ran into, your heart skips a beat. Without even seeing his face, you can tell. It's Kami.

"I'm so sorry, you're majesty-!"

Kami tilts his head, smiling, "It's fine. You didn't purposely run into me, right?"

You blink. Is he... oh, he's teasing you. Wait. Teasing you?!

"Ah- I... um no. It was an accident. I swear," you place your hand over your heart.

Whether I was to calm your racing heart or to show your sincerity, you're not sure. Kami stares at you for a moment more before he turns and walks away. You let out a sigh of relief, slouching.

=☆=

Later that day, you relax in your bedroom. Your own bedroom. Unlike the rumours about the King, he was benevolent. Especially to you. Well, according to the other staff. In your opinion, he treated you the same as anyone else. You frown as you look at the letter on your nightstand. It's addressed to you from your parents. Earlier, you had read the contents. They were expressing their disappointment at how your life had gone. At a young age you had refused to be married off. This wasn't medieval times, you had argued. It was modern day. And it wasn't like marrying you off to anyone would help your family financially.

They were in debt, deep debt. Nothing could possibly help them now.

But you were wrong.

Kami had made an offer. You work for him, he paid you generously. And who were you to deny such a beautiful man.

Originally your parents tried to dissuade you, claiming he was too dangerous. That he'd surely kill you or something worse. But he hadn't. No, he had been nothing but kind.

A smile forms on your face as you think of it. The smile quickly vanishes as you blush at the memory of something he had said to you.

His obsession, he had called you. What did that mean? Were you delusional or was he-

You shake your head. There was no time to think of that, you needed to rest for that night's ball.

Getting dressed into a classy yet simple outfit, you take your first step up the stairs from the staff quarters.The first thing you see is the king himself.

"Your majesty, what are you-?"

"I was waiting for you," he cuts you off abruptly.

"For me?"

Kami nods, offering his hand. He raises his eyebrow.

"Well...?"

How can you refuse him? As he grasps your hand, you can feel the warmth seep through his gloves. It makes you feel giddy, but also nervous. It's embarrassing. Not because you're with Kami. But because Kami is with you, a simple servant.

The both of you step into the ballroom and all you can think about is how strange it is that he chose you to accompany him tonight. Isn't he ashamed of you. His servant. But he called you his obsession..."Are you feeling okay?" he questions, walking towards what you assume is his assigned seat.

"You don't have to be here if you don't want to."

You're quick to reassure him, "No no! I'm alright. I can tend to you, your majesty.

"Kami struggles to stifle a laugh, "Tend to me? In what way?"You swear his voice dropped an octave.

"A-Any way..." you manage to choke out.

He smirks, "Then maybe you can tend to me privately from now on... after the ball, yes? Don't feel pressured. I won't make you do anything weird. You can just change my sheets and stuff like that if you want to."

"I said anything- I'm not against anything."

Kami makes a sound of acknowledgement, looking away. He spots a few familiar faces, telling you to stay put as he goes to greet them.

However, staying still was not your strong suit. You wander around the room, eventually spotting people that you recognise. But they're not people you want to talk to, they're just old bullies. As fate would have it though, they call you out.

"Over here!" one calls. He's grinning as if he's found a new toy.

You're not a child anymore, but you still can't help but be scared of them. And so you comply with them.

They're quick to start jabbing you, both physically and verbally. They joke about your family's financial situation and how you're probably miserable working for Kami. The entire time, you're silent, spacing out.

You're snapped out of your trance when you hear a booming, but comforting, voice call out for you. It's Kami, once again saving you. At this point you might as well give up your life to pay for all of his help.

Kami grabs your arm, pulling you back into his chest. He glares at the group of bullies.

"Scram. I won't have you insulting a future monarch-"

You're speechless. A future monarch. A monarch... that's only possible through heredity. But you're not of the royal bloodline so what does this mean.

While you're thinking back on everything, the troublemakers sprint out of the ballroom. Shocked faces and gasps are heard around you as you're pulled away from the crowds. When you don't fully comply, Kami throws you over his shoulder. You offer no resistance, laying slack in his arms.

He opens the door to an unfamiliar room. The rooms lavish, adorned with tons of purple accents and fabrics.

Kami let's you down, steadying you before he speaks."Are you okay?"

"Yeah, fine..." you mumble.

He sighs, sitting down on his bed. "Did I say something that bothered you? I assumed you wouldn't be opposed to marrying me. You gave me no reason to believe you weren't infatuated with me."

You feel your face heat up, "Your majesty-"

"Just call me Kami, please."

"Kami," you start again, "That's unprofessional. We're two worlds apart. You're a king and I'm just someone who's working in a castle to pay of my parents' debts."

"Who cares about that? What does it matter? I see the way you look at me. Surely this love isn't one-sided."

"Is it not? I thought my feelings for you were unrequited-"

"They're not. I feel as much love for you as you do for me. Maybe more. But I'm not about to make a contest out of it," Kami laughs. "I thought you had picked up on it. Haven't you heard me call you my obsession at least a hundred times?"

You reluctantly nod.

"So? Nothing to say in return?"

"In return for what?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe something to say about the fact that I just confessed my love for you. And the fact that you feel the same?" he teases you, a hand languidly stroking your cheek.

"What is there to say if you already know how I feel?"

Kami grins, cooing at you,

"Oh, darling. My obsession."

He pulls away, eyes tracing over your every movement.He pats his lap, voice dropping an octave once more.

"Here."

You're quick to obey. He holds power over you. You wanted this and you're finally getting it.As you plop down in his lap he smiles. It's a Cheshire like smile.

"Good. You said you'd do anything to tend to me, right? Make good on your promise, yes?"

You know you're in for a long night.

#vtuber #riikamivt #riikami x reader #kami #kamivt #vtuber x reader #vtuberen #envtuber #idfk man #us obsessions are starved so here's some food

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mysticalsoot · 1 year ago

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a very godbur christmas

a godbur smut fic with so much fluff

➸ note; happy birthday to me and happy Christmas event kick off to you all, have your first smut fic from me, don't expect another for a good while! it literally took me like five months to write the actual sex part but merely less than a day to write the aftercare- also thank you to my darling sister for reading it every time i forced asked her to bc i needed an outside opinion

➸ pairing; godbur x afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms aside from anatomy is used!)

➸ summary; you make a request during one of your long stint stays, only to be met with two more gifts you didn't see coming. sweet sex with darling godbur !

➸ warning; afab anatomy is mentioned, like pretty blunty at that- size kink, daddy kink, soft top wil, a bit of degradation but honestly wil can't do that for long, p in v, penetration, kissing, really soft aftercare, praise, subspace if you squint, non sexual use of daddy after the fact. excessive pet names (puppy, bunny, honey, hun, pup, baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darling, love, love bug), use of slut and whore (the brief degradation). observations of will being a lanky, giant of a man (nonsexual context then)

➸ age-rating; 18+

➸ wordcount; 4.5k

main masterlist // godbur masterlist

MINORS DNI!! please do not read if you're under 18 and if you do, that's your fault, not mine.

you'd be spending a lot of time with wilbur lately, staying longer and longer each stay. being held by him, having quiet domestic moments with him. not to mention getting ready for christmas, decorating and baking and filling him in on each and every tradition. you knew you'd have to go soon, be sent back to mortality. this never lasted long. you both knew it, despite your deep growing hatred for the fact.

after you told him of the gift giving tradition, he'd been asking what you wanted for christmas, what he could give you. despite the fact he would without a doubt give you way more than you asked for.

you turn over to face him, a hand on his chest as you look down at him, "I know what I want," your statement was straight forward but the god before you still gave you a look of question.

"what? eternal life here? I told you, love, you can't-" you cut him off with a quick and open mouthed kiss to his lips and he gasped softly before settling into it. his hands which you noted were soft and rough at the same time, perfectly shaped-

"no, I know I can't break you on that," you pause, sitting back on your knees beside him on the bed. you had your eyes angled down on his, both of your gazes were filled with lust. you didn't need to say it, you were both thinking it, "I want my visits worth while," you didn't elaborate, you simply left it there and everything was understood.

your lovely god smirked, he smirked with such conviction and teasing that you couldn't tell if it annoyed you or made you feel giddy inside. you were so unsure. he grabbed your hips with his hands, and pushed you to lay on your back as he rolled his body on top of yours.

"oh darling, I'll make it all worth while," he spoke lowly, a sort of desire and desperation braided into his voice. his words came out as almost a growl or sorts, but fuck, it only made the fire spread and build inside you. you wanted him. badly.

"don't hesitate then," you smirked and just as your words finished leaving your lips, he dove down to take them into a bruising kiss. lips melded together in a deep exchange, teeth pulling them and nipping and you swore he nearly drew blood. he kissed you with such haste and need, you weren't sure if this man was a graceful god or an animalistic human starved of this intimacy.

wilbur began to run his hands down your sides, the kiss still intense and connected. at first, his palms and fingers grazed and held your body with a soft care, and then you whimpered and a switch flipped inside his brain. he let out a soft groan, his kisses leaving your mouth to messily line your jaw, down onto your neck. he nipped and nibbled, a suck or two here and it felt like the gods were gracing you with a personal fireworks show. and in all honesty, one of them was.

his hands got harsher in their grasps and squeezes after that switch of intensity was flipped. he was groaning roughly into your neck and his hips leaned down, meeting yours gently and you gasped, your hands finding purchase in the curls on his head, tugging softly. you felt a hardness graze your thigh through your pants and his.

his body was warm as he presses himself against you, he's warm and comforting, like a golden wave of energy surrounding you-- you pushed him up and you began to undo the buttons on his shirt and he lowered his kisses for a moment before he swatted at your hands gently.

"no, no, baby- I do the undressing, got it?" He growled softly into your ear before nipping at the earlobe and he pulled back. he hastily undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off slowly, making a show of it. you squirmed under him and he shot you a warning glare. you wanted to know what the warning was about, you wanted so desperately to find out. "don't be such a whore, sweet one--"

His words drew a whine from your throat and he only chuckled, "I die so I can see you and be fucked-- that's more whorey than trying to take off that damn shirt-"

His lips quirk into a sharp smirk, looking down and shaking his head, "oh you're right, aren't you, baby? you're such a whore you find anyway you can to be under me, hm?" He holds the smug smirk as he dives down to attack your neck in kisses, not bothering with your shirt. he's just as desperate as you, with the way he's hastily undoing his pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning before throwing them on the ground beside the bed.

He looks to you, slender fingers ghosting over your own jeans and you nod. He hesitates, "words, baby."

And you nod again, rolling your eyes in a playful and loving way, "yes, you may,"

"Good baby," he growls softly, doing the same as he did with his own pants, pulling them off and throwing them aside without a single care. he dives down again, kissing you deeply and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. he nips and sucks at it, your whining echoing against his skull and he can't help but whimper against your mouth. you want to throw a snarky comment at him, break his ego just a little bit, but you stop. your mind is fuzzy, for one, too over took with anticipation to come up with any decent comeback. but, for two, you can't help but feel an incessant love in his actions.

he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, "Color, darling?" he speaks so softly, a whisper, a promise. he's so soft all of a sudden and you haven't a clue why.

"Green, daddy," You say it without thinking, without second-guessing the syllables that spill from your mouth. when he freezes and looks at you, your face burns red. you hadn't ever used the name in a non joking context (what he thought was joking), let alone in a sexual manner, so to say the least; it caught you both for a whirlspin.

"sorry- sorry, wilbur- it was an acc-" you're immediately cut off by a searing kiss, one that makes you take a few steps back and squeak before you're able to settle into it, to realize it's even happening. when you do, you sigh, grabbing onto the curls on his head and tugging slightly, whimpering into his mouth and whining against him. he slides your underwear down, letting it bunch at your knees, he's slow with how he sinks his hand down. two fingers between your folds and circling your clit in a smooth and soft motion. you whimper, a soft moan following as he pulls back, still circling it and adding slight pressure as he holds your face in the other hand. his knees are what's keeping him above you as he kisses your jaw so sweet and soft.

"how are you feeling, baby?" wilbur whispers, and you let out another sweet moan as he adds a bit more pressure. tt's gentle, it's loving and it feels so fucking good.

"Good.. sooo good.." your words slur a bit, and he chuckles at how far gone you already are. how long has your desperation been this bad?

"mm, you miss my hands, honey? They way they press-" he emphasizes with his fingers pressing against your entrance, but not sliding in. You're not as ready as he wished you'd be. granted you were soaking the moment your sweet moment with him turned less than sweet, he's specific with how much teasing and taunting he does before he… commits, shall I say. "you miss the way daddy makes you feel, huh? The way I fill you up? when you're so full of me you can't do anything but whimper.. such a beautiful little slut, huh? all for me.. for your god."

you nod softly, wrapping your fingers into your curls as you whine; eyes wide and soft, full of love for the god above you. words slipping away, unable for you to even use them, to speak back to him.

"love," he grabs your chin, pinching it between his fingers and you whine at the way his hand no longer rests between your legs, "use your words, baby," he coaxes, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"mm, yes," you mumble, squirming under him, whining and desperate for more of his touch, "please?" you beg, not elaborating yet it's both clear what you're wanting. you want more than just his fingers, need more-- but he has his methods and you're much too busy feeling to even bother with arguing.

"just a few more minutes, okay? only a few, bunny," he leans his face down into the crook of your neck, placing soft gentle kisses on the skin as he slips his pointer finger inside you; grazing your walls as his thumb gently circles around your clit. he watches as you open your eyes to glare at him, visually telling him off for the teasing he's doing. he chuckles softly, "okay, okay, baby," another finger joins, and he curls them back as he begins to move them in and out. his mouth leaves behind marks in the wake of his kisses and you can't help but whine at every sensation and touch he provides.

as he moves to pull his fingers out, he goes back in; deeper. curling his fingers when he pulls back again, then spreading them gently, watching you closely for any sign of pain or discomfort you may be feeling. all he notices is the soft moans that slip from your lips every few seconds, a response to each touch he makes.

he uses his free hand to rub your cheek, keeping your eyes and attention on him as his fingers do the work, "bunny, how are you feeling?"

"mm more?"

"use more words, hun," you whimper, whining softly up at him and using your eyes as a method to convince him. it takes a few more moments of this before he nods, "color?"

"green," you smile softly, gasping when he pulls his fingers away, slipping them in your mouth to suck off your essence and taste yourself.

"good baby," his lips curve as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, wiping your lips with his thumb before he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. he readjusts his position, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth as his hands lift your hips up to meet his, "color?" he mumbles against your lips; sounds of breathing melding together as he situates himself and lines up at your entrance.

"green, promise," you bite your lip, eyes cast up on him, your hands tangled in his curls as his hands slink up onto your back.

"good baby.. that's it," he hums, lips finding purchase on your neck; nipping and sucking with glee as he slowly sheathes his cock inside of you. you feel the familiar stretch of his size, eyes daring to look down at how much of it you can see through the bulge that always forms. his fingers ghost over the rounded area of your stomach and he groans, "already so full of me, aren't you?" he smirks, eyes met with yours as he rubs the skin of your stomach, settling inside you and letting you adjust to how big he is.

"mm yeah.. feels so good," you drawl out, eyes fluttering shut as you feel him bury himself just a bit deeper; hips flush with one another.

"oh, baby, I haven't even moved?"

"so?" you slur, biting your lip as he holds your waist, thumbs rubbing your skin.

"color?" he murmurs, moving to kiss gently against your neck and collarbone. you want to feel this heaven for a bit longer. you don't want him to move yet, you need to revel in the feeling of being so absolutely and desperately full of your god.

"yellow.. need a minute," you look up at him, fingers running over his lips and tracing the shape, and you lean up to bring him into a sweet kiss, pulling back and mumbling, "green,"

he smiles, kissing all over your face as he starts to move, thrusting with care as he builds up a quicker pace but being as gentle as possible. his hands roam your sides, fingers gripping as he shuts his eyes. groans slip from his mouth, lips agape and letting every moan and grunt slip past and travel to your ears.

"fuck, you feel so good, baby.." he groans, opening his eyes to glance down at you and watch your expression. your mouth is open slightly, whimpers and moans meeting his. he leans down to bring his lips to your neck again, leaving behind sweet love bites.

your sweet sounds of pleasure speak for itself, soft moans and whimpers are music to wil's ears. his thrusts become rougher, each one going deeper than the last; your mind reeling as your fingers grip the sheets.

"fuck, fuck," he grunts, face hidden in your neck as your back arches up into him, "feel so fucking good, baby.. such a good slut, mm? fuck you're so tight," he murmurs, using every word he can to his advantage.

his hands move from your waist to your hips, gripping tightly as his thumbs draw messy circles with every thrust of his hips. the sound of heavy breaths, moans and skin against skin fills the air; the scent of sweat and sex swirling with it.

you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, eyes rolling back as his head tucks into your neck. he slows down a moment, "you okay honey?"

you nod rapidly eyes shutting tightly now, and he slows a bit more, lifting his head and grabbing your chin with his hand; forcing you to meet his gaze.

"words, baby," he croons, kissing the tip of your nose before a moan slips past his lips.

"faster, please?"

he nods, smirking as he quickens the pace, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet, slow kiss that says everything words do not convey. his hands fall back to your hips, lifting them slightly to give a better angle; and you whimper at the change. the way he goes deeper inside of you, the head of his cock grazing the deepest wall inside of you. his shaft running over that sweet spot with every thrust he makes, every movement of his cock.

your mind felt fuzzier and fuzzier by the second; melting into useless mush. there wasn't a way in hell you could speak if you had to now, all you could focus on was the tightening of your stomach and the absolutely heavenly feelings your darling god was providing to you.

wilbur begins to leave soft, messy kisses across your face as his thrusts begin to falter, getting messier and less precise with each movement.

"are you close, bunny?" he mumbles, kissing the shell of your ear as your moan a bit louder than you have, the knot in your stomach tightening tighter than it has before. you reach onto his back, digging your nails into the skin and creating half moons. you muster up the energy to nod your head, rapidly moving it as a yes; whimpers and whines following suit.

he grunts, hips sputtering as he draws closer to finishing, you swear you're gonna finish first, but lord knows he'll do everything he can to finish with you. he mumbles a quick question to you, if you want him to pull out or fill you up. and despite your melted mush for a brain, you mutter a response to the latter. you want him to stay inside you, to fill you up so full that all you can feel is him.

he glances down again, biting his lip and nearly coming right then when he yet again, sees the bulge he creates. he moves a bit faster, trying to bring you both over the edge. he reaches to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he pulls you in for a final kiss.

"come with me, okay?" he mumbles against your lips before muffling any cry or moan you make as you come undone beneath him, he follows suit, filling you completely with his warmth. he gasps softly, pulling away from the kiss as he moves to rub your waist with his thumbs, kissing your face sweetly as you both catch your breath.

"baby, you did so good.. so so good. you took me so well, hun.." wilbur murmurs, fingers rubbing soft circles as he stays buried inside you for a few more moments.

"such a good puppy, yeah? sweet baby.." he sighs, pulling out not too long after he speaks, laying beside you and pulling you on top of him.

"so tired, daddy.." you whisper against his chest, nuzzling closer to his warm body as you can. his fingers sift through your hair, ghosting kisses on the top of your head.

"I know baby, but you were so good, did so good.. rest here, okay? get a little nap and then we'll have a bath, mm? how's that sound?" he coos, kissing your cheek as you sleepily smile, hands wrapping around his neck as he pulls you up closer by your lower back. he pulls the covers up over both of you, rubbing your back as he lets you nap for a bit.

before you fall asleep, you quickly mumble to him, "you were good too, daddy.. thank you," he smiles softly at your tired and slurred words, kissing your temple as he watches your breath even out.

he rubs your back as you nap happily on top of him as he watches you, thinking over the rest of his gift to you. this wasn't even part of it, yet you asked for it and he happily provided. he had other intentions, the big one being letting you stay in his world for eternity; or however long you wished. along with any other gift he had collected and created, wrapping it up and hiding it away in a room you never went into.

not too long after you fell asleep, he kissed your forehead and laid you down gently, tucking you in as he pulled on his underwear. he went into the bathroom, starting a warm bath with bubble bath and scented candles lit around the room. the lights off and the only light being the softer yellow light of the candles.

he sat on the edge of the bathtub, running his hand under the faucet, making sure it's not too hot or cold. he then put some rose petals on the floor and in the tub. he set up some towels on the stool beside the bathtub, with water and snacks for you both (but mostly for you).

he sat there waiting for the tub to fill before he heard you pattering close to the bathroom.

"daddy?" you called, sniffling softly.

"in here, pup," he smiles, standing up and walking up to where you stood by the doorway. you changed into a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. he kneeled a bit, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, "you okay, love bug?"

you nod, wiping your eyes a bit, a few more sniffles before you hum, "a bit, thought I lost you,"

he frowns, shaking his head before he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back and kissing your head.

"I'm here, baby, it's okay," he coos, leading you over to the edge of the bathtub to where he picks you up and pulls you onto his lap, "how about you go pee while I go to the kitchen, yeah?"

you nod softly, hugging him close for a second before hopping off his lap and handing him the blanket before he scurried out to give you privacy; turning off the tub in the process. he hurried down the hall, slipping into the kitchen where he starts a cup of tea for you. you don't particularly like it, but he knows you'll drink it if he makes it for you. it helps your throat, you know this but it's just so gross to you. when the tea is finished, he carries it back to the bathroom, setting it on the little empty table next to the stool. he smiles as he sees you sitting on your knees, leaning over the edge and playing with the water.

"you ok, bunny?" he whispers, hand rubbing your back. you look up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. you nod softly, standing up and reaching for him. he picks you up and holds you close, kissing your cheek over and over again.

"bath?" you mumble, body held tight against his. he chuckles softly and nods, pulling back and helping you undress and slip into the bath. he pulls off his own boxers before he slides in behind you, pulling you against his chest, fingers running over your belly.

he kisses your shoulder, his fingers sifting through your hair lovingly.

"how are you feeling, little bear?" you sigh, leaning your head back as he draws little shapes on your belly with his finger tips.

"tired, but good.. thank you, for earlier."

he smiles, nodding with a kiss to your bare shoulder, "you're welcome, sweetie," he pauses, nuzzling his nose against your neck and under your ear for a moment, "you want me to wash your hair, baby?"

you nod softly, humming, "mhmmm," then rest your hands on his knees, rubbing your thumbs over the skin through the water. you admire the difference of size between his legs and yours, giggling softly.

"what, bun?" he croons, rubbing shampoo into your scalp, running it through your hair as he waits for your response.

"I'm smaller than you, by a lot," you mumble, chewing your lips as you scoot closer against him.

"yeah, you are, huh? do you like that?" he asks, smiling softly to himself as he tilts your head back; rinsing out your hair.

"yeah, easier to be held by you," you sigh, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back further onto his shoulder. he smiles sweetly, a kiss to your nose as he finishes washing it.

he lets silence drape over you both, fingers rubbing circles on your belly again before he speaks up, "I have a proposal for you, for your Christmas gift."

"mm? yeah daddy?" you look up at him, eyes fluttering open as you gaze up at him, your hands reaching to play with his fingers.

"how do you feel about getting to stay here indefinitely, mm? be my immortal love?" he watches as your eyes widen with excitement, pure joy filling you as you sit up and grab his hands tightly, splashing some water in the process.

"really?"

"really, baby,"

you smile widely, muttering thank you's to him as you hold onto him, hugging his neck. he holds your back, pressing your smaller frame against his chest as he chuckles at your joy.

"are you that happy?"

"yes! yes, I am, I get to stay with you and be with you and I get to have you to myself. i get to have my daddy and- i- thank you," you whisper the last part, calming down from your rant as you take a few soft breaths. he reaches forward to caress your cheeks with his thumbs, rubbing back and forth as he smiles admiringly at you.

"I'm glad, and you're welcome, love bug," he pauses, gazing down at you as you move to sit in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as he drops his hands to your back again, "no more sex for a while?"

"nuh-uh, I am sore, maybe in like... a week?" you suggest, shrugging nonchalant as he rubs your upper arms.

he chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, "youuuuu mean in a month?" he smirks softly, drawing his hands down from your arms onto your sides, pulling you towards him.

"well, maybe on Christmas Eve but-"

he smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth before he whispers, "in front of the fire?"

"with a candle?"

"look forward to it then, my love," he smiles, kissing your cheek before letting you rest on his chest, his hands running up and down your back as you sigh. you nuzzle your nose against his skin, finding peace in his warmth and touch.

not too long passes before he's sitting up with you, holding you by your lower back and pressing kisses to your jaw, "ready, baby?"

you nod softly, yawning tiredly as he steps out of the bath first, picking you up and standing you up against him. he holds you to his chest as he drains the tub, reaching over to the towels to wrap you up and help you dry off. he then dries himself off, which you just watch him with tired eyes, wanting to help but not having the energy to. you also knew he'd swat at your hand and get onto you. then he'd say; 'i'm meant to take care of you right now, not the other way around'.

you felt it was unfair, but arguing with him was fruitless. you whined softly, watching as he quickly put on his underwear. he smiles, shaking his head softly, "hold on, hun,"

he stood up, boxers on as he starts to pat you dry, "I wanted to help you, though," you whisper softly, looking up at him; damp curls hanging over his forehead as his light stubble gets highlighted in the dim light.

"mm.. maybe next time, okay? I'm here to care for you and you need to be cared for. deal?" you hesitate before you nod, letting him gently pat you dry, wrapping you up in the towel before he picks you up to carry you into the bedroom.

he sets you down on the edge of the bed as he hurries over to the dresser, grabbing a set of his boxers for you and one of his sweaters. you'd choose his clothes over yours any day and he knew that better than anyone. he helps you put them on before he brings you into his arms again, a few giggles from you before you both lay on the bed. you're tucked against his chest, head under his chin as he rubs your back again, playing with your hair.

"you okay, my love?" he whispers against your hair, kisses placed at the crown of your head as you nod.

"better than okay, daddy," you nuzzle against his chest, hands on his bare waist as you rub your fingertips and make shapes on his skin.

silence befalls on both of you, and he swears you're asleep, until you tiredly mumble, "I love you, daddy," which earns a smile and a sigh from him.

"I love you too, baby. you rest now, okay?" he mumbles, a few quick kisses before you fall asleep. he watches for a few minutes before falling asleep himself; feeling fully at peace with his love in his arms, being held and safe.

you'd both say this night was full of beautiful Christmas gifts, dare I say the best you could receive.

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beanibon · 2 years ago

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hai (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

ive been reading your fics for a while now and i love them and look forward to each one 🩷

mayhaps i suggest one where vash get reader pregnant and it ignites more kinks?? lykk ugh ik breeding is such a heavy hc on vash so imagine whenever reader accidentally bumps her belly on any part of his body and his brain just *short circuits* 💥🥵 into a loving spiral of inappropriate thoughts--akdndnsomsnsjsndk feel free to disregard if u not comfy muah!

This gives such 98/BLR Vash vibes, so I hope you don't mind me incorporating that into this request. But honestly though interpret however you feel 💜

TW: dubcon, breeding kink, sex during pregnancy, creampie, vash calling himself daddy (cause he would), mummy kink, breastfeeding kink.

The moment Vash could see that beautiful baby bump it drove him crazy, worshipping your stomach every spare second, showering you in kisses. So the moment you grew bigger, waddling around the house you could only imagine how Vash reacted.

Every spare moment Vash found a way to pamper you, or coo at your stomach at your unborn child. You adored how enthusiastic he was, it was quite adorable.

For years he had only ever dreamed of having a child, now that dream was becoming reality. Vash could pamper you endlessly now, already finding out how holding your stomach had you sighing with relief. He found it cute.

Your soft called summoned him into the kitchen, happily skipping up to you. Loving greeting you with endless kisses to your beautiful neck, drinking in every giggle. You were so perfect to him, everything about you had him in giddy delight.

"Can you please grab those spices for me? It's hard to reach without hitting my stomach." Vash was happy to oblige, sidestepping around you to grab the spices. As he reached up, you turned, stomach bumping into his side.

Apologies spilt from your lips, but Vash heard nothing, mind far from blank with all the thoughts flashing through it. Unholy and very inappropriate thoughts.

The sensation of your curved stomach pressed into his side made him almost carnal, mind running wild with all the things he could do.

"Vash?" Your sweet voice drove him to look at you, smile wobbly. "You're hard."

Blinking, Vash looked down, jumping as he turned away. Shielding his erection with his jacket, he offered you an awkward grin, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Geez, sorry about that Mayfly, don't know what's happening there haha." His voice was flustered, silently willing his cock to unharden.

"Vash, if you're wanting sex I'm not at all offended by it, we're married you know." You teased gently, cupping his face to have him looking at you.

Excitement was evident in the way he looked back down at you, pulling closer until your baby bump pressed carefully against his stomach. It had his eyes rolling back into his skull, groaning at how his cock ached within his pants.

"Might wanna take dinner off the stove beautiful."

You had been placed comfortably on your side, Vash slipping a fluffed up pillow underneath your stomach. He was so gentle with everything he did, placing a leg over his shoulder to angle his cock perfectly inside your soft walls.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good, make you cum around my cock." Vash moaned, thrusts short and sweet.

Teeth grazed your leg, leaving small love bites wherever his lips touched. Vash was needy, with one hand placed so lovingly on your stomach, the other massaging your thigh. It drove you wild how his hands tenderly graced your skin, even if you did cringe slightly the moment he so proudly called himself 'daddy'.

"Go-gonna cum beautiful, pump you full of my seed until your swelling with more of my children," Vash shivered, eyes rolled back into his skull. "Gonna look so beautiful, daddy's gonna love you."

Your eyes squeezed shut as Vash's warm seed was pumped into your orgasming cunt, panting heavily as you leaned back, watching as Vash drooled at the sight. That hungry gaze had you sighing, knowing your sweet husband hadn't been satiated quite yet.

"Go on, I don't mind Vash." You encouraged, giggling at the way he kissed your stomach.

What you didn't expect was Vash flipping you on your back, instantly uncomfortable at laying flat. Your lungs were already struggling to suck in air, hands squeezing Vash's bicep as you tried to get him to prop something under you.

Only Vash didn't, the moment he saw you struggling, uncomfortable and squirming, it lit something primal in him.

The way your head was thrown back, crying out as Vash thrusted into you, watching as your swollen breasts bounced painfully at his rapid thrusts. Your large belly was bouncing slightly against his own stomach, and it only made Vash shudder and groan.

With your head pounding with an oncoming headache, whiny pleas spilling from your drooling lips. Crying out when rough hands pinched, pulled and massaged your bruised breasts.

Guilt started to form in the pit of Vash's gut, seeing his beautiful partner crying at his advances, but for some reason he couldn't stop, apologies fired rapidly your way. When his release was close he pulled out, fisting his cock until he was coming all over you.

The sight had Vash melting, seeing that beautiful stomach coated in his seed, he was swooning until your pained groaned had him scooping your body into his arms.

"I'm sorry Mayfly, you looked too gorgeous, please forgive me. Can I get you anything, water? Maybe some pain meds?" He rubbed your back, easing the tension that caused it to ache. You just nodded tiredly as Vash propped some pillows behind you, ensuring you were comfortable before running off to grab water and meds.

As Vash came sulking back, passing you the much required painkillers, he snuggled up to you, nuzzled into the side of your breast. You placed his prosthetic hand over your stomach, lips pressed onto Vash's forehead in a loving kiss.

"Please don't do that again sweetie, I know you've been holding back for months now, but I can't lay on my back anymore." You explained gently as if Vash was a child, fingers combing his spikey blonde hair.

"Of course Mayfly, I'm sorry." Vash hid his face in your neck, breathing in your natural scent.

His eyes drifted down to your breasts again, saliva pooling in his mouth once more.

"Hey Mayfly?"

"Yes Vash?"

"They say breastfeeding helps you bond with the baby."

"Yes, I know... what are you suggesting Vash?" Your voice held a warning tone, already gaining some idea as to where he was going with this.

"This baby also need to bond with its mummy."

"I swear to god Vash, you're not drinking my breast milk."

"Our child needs to learn to share with its daddy!"

You swore to only have one child after this, turns out Vash managed to persuade you to have three more.

Hope you enjoyed Anon! Love you all heaps 💜

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angelfleurry · 5 months ago

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Hiii, it's me again!! I'm happy that you have more time to write now, to have time for what you enjoy! Could I have a part 2 for my talentless reader x Nagito request, focusing on them while they're going on their date? The last one took a bunch of weight off my chest, especially since I haven't watched dr3 yet, so I was still feeling troubled about him and his beliefs in the second game. 🤗🩷

Talentless Reader on a date with Nagito!:

Aaa hello my lovely!! Welcome back welcome baaack! I’m really touched my last post about the talentess reader could help you, this had me smiling when I read it. I really hope this one is good as well!

Have a lovely day/night <3

♡ Oh, this was weird…

♡ It wasn’t a bad weird, not at all, but the concept of what was about to occur truly puzzled you.

♡ You genuinely didn’t expect for Nagito to want to be your date, and now that it was reality, you didn’t know how to feel.

♡ You were nervous, really nervous, still reeling in the fact that this was really happening.

♡ Nagito genuinely wanted to spend time with you, time that would be considered slightly more personal than before, and he didn’t mind that.

♡ He didn’t scrunch his nose up at you, he didn’t go awkward, and it spun you completely round and round; totally confusing you.

♡ You were glad, of course, and you’d tried to plan the date so it would be something he would like.

♡ But, you were so anxious as you got yourself ready, hesitantly observing yourself in the mirror; wondering if this was going to turn out alright…

♡ Wondering if you would still be good enough.

♡ However, despite your unawareness to it, a certain lucky student was having similar troubles.

♡ He tried his best to swallow his anxiety, desperately scrubbing in the shower, almost as if he were trying to wash away his thoughts.

♡ There was a myriad of emotions and thoughts rising up within him, things he didn’t think he would ever feel so deeply.

♡ He was oddly…nervous about this whole thing.

♡ But, at the same time, weirdly giddy.

♡ He was worried about many things, such as his luck betraying him, or saying something wrong, or if you were suddenly to become bored of his presence, or even never wanting to talk to him again.

♡ But, at the same time, he was excited.

♡ He looked forward to the date, hopelessly anticipating it, even.

♡ He thought about what he’d say once he saw you, how he’d greet you.

♡ Does one keep it casual, or should he smile more…?

♡ He thought about so many things, how your day would go, whether it would be different than your usual hang outs, whether you’d have a good time, even if you planned it all yourself…

♡ Of course, he knew he would, he’d be fine with anything so long as you liked it.

♡ But, he knew that wouldn’t satisfy you unless you knew he’d also enjoy the day.

♡ And, as he absent-mindedly put on the friendship bracelet you had made him, he realised there was a part of him that felt touched by that.

♡ Deeply touched, he realised, beginning to walk out the door.

♡ The library…

♡ You remembered…You remembered that he liked to read.

♡ Not only that, but you remembered how he had mentioned before that he could stay in a library for hours.

♡ He couldn’t help but feel a little too grateful at this, his emotions playing up inside his chest more so than they usually did, but he remained calm.

♡ Honestly, you were considering taking him to a bookshop, buying him a book, but you wondered if that would cause him to panic about his luck, or that it would genuinely mess with said luck.

♡ So, you thought this was best.

♡ There were parts of the date where you’d both try and guess tropes based on the book’s title, blurb, or cover art, which also lead to you both sometimes reading a bit into the book.

♡ This then prompted the conversation as to how you should never judge a book by it’s cover, literally.

♡ Then, other times, you were both sharing your favourite books with one another.

♡ It was nice to hear Nagito’s take on things that weren’t related to talent, or hope.

♡ Made him feel more…real, in a way.

♡ A more vulnerable, open side, if you will.

♡ You liked that you could share these thoughts together.

♡ At one point, you just sat quietly together, reading a book and sometimes looking up to check in.

♡ In hushed volumes, cautious of library rules, you’d read out a paragraph or so to him, because Nagito would definitely be curious as to what was happening in the world you were reading about.

♡ At one point, he had put his book down, just listening to you read to him.

♡ And when you noticed this, you offered him to come closer, moving the book so you both could see.

♡ However, you also made sure to show interest in what he was reading.

♡ That little gesture, while confusing, meant something to him.

♡ Honestly, as he spent that time with you, Nagito came to realise that maybe your lack of an ultimate was a good thing.

♡ He honestly felt…equal.

♡ It really did just feel normal, safe, relaxing.

♡ Being able to spend time with you and not feel that immense inferiority he was so prone to feeling really did favours for him.

♡ It was just the two of you, two people equal to one another, just spending time together.

♡ Time, of which, he did not know what to call.

♡ This was nice, but there was something slightly different to the atmosphere, and it puzzled him.

♡ He couldn’t help but let out a small, relieved, sigh.

♡ “Everything alright…?” you’d gently asked him, prompted by it, slightly worried.

♡ To this, Nagito went silent for a second, before giving a gentle smile; nodding.

♡ “Thank you for wanting to spend such time with me,” he began, looking at you as he spoke.

♡ “It’s…been lovely.”

♡ You smiled at this for a moment, but then you felt a more intense worry rise up.

♡ He sounded like he was saying goodbye, as if he wanted it to be over.

♡ Did he…?

♡ “I apologise,” he began, almost as if he had heard your thoughts, “My wording seemed to have troubled you.”

♡ You looked at him as he spoke.

♡ “I promise, I have no intention of wanting to end things so soon.”

♡ “In fact, I’m having fun.” he admitted, his smile seeming to have widened at this.

♡ Reassured, you let out a sigh of relief, the anxiety having left you.

♡ But, you went over his words again, and felt your heart jump a little.

♡ He was having fun…

♡ He was having fun!!

♡ “That’s good,” you let out a breezy chuckle, still shaking off the nervous spell that had previously held you, “I was a little worried at first, but I’m glad to hear you’re having fun, because so am I.”

♡ “Well, that makes us a pair then, doesn’t it?” He answered, laughing in his strange little way, “I too was worried, but it all seems so silly and meaningless now.”

♡ You blinked.

♡ “You…were worried?” you asked, genuinely taken aback, hardly expecting to hear those words from him, “About what?”

♡ “Ah,” his voice faltered for a second, embarrassment dusting the corners of his tone, “It really is a silly thing, but one of those things was my luck…”

♡ You were going to say something, but decided to let him talk.

♡ It looked like he had more to say.

♡ “So, it made me really happy when I realised where it was you were taking me,” he continued, tilting his head a little, “Reading is something I feel I can do without my luck getting in the way.”

♡ “I remember you saying this.” You answered, looking at him gently.

♡ “And it means a lot that you did,” he smiled, “Truly.”

♡ You couldn’t help but smile back at him, a sudden, but comfortable, silence filling the air.

♡ Nagito wasn’t sure if he should mention the other things he was fretting over.

♡ And you didn’t seem to know if you should share your worries, either.

♡ After all, it was a thing of the past, having been proved to be of no excess need.

♡ So, why worry…?

♡ Still though, you were relieved at how great things had gone so far.

♡ But the silence was beginning to trouble you, even if it was comfortable.

♡ “I don’t mind staying here for however long you want to, but would you like to get food at some point? There’s this bakery nearby, but they do savoury stuff too, they do a lot.”

♡ Nagito chuckled at this, nodding his head as he did so.

♡ He looked back at you after a while, a smile so sincere you had to double take, and nodded once more.

♡ “Sure,” he said, “That sounds lovely.”

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #goodbye despair #x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda

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kelcemenow · 2 years ago

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Touchdown - Chapter 15.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 2784

Warnings The fluffiest of fluff!

CHAPTER 14.

CHAPTER 15.

You woke up to the bright Missouri sunlight streaming in through the large window in the master bedroom. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the room, noticing that you were on your own. You pushed yourself up, resting your back against the solid wooden headboard, yawning and reaching for your phone on the bedside table. You noticed a folded a piece of paper resting underneath your phone and spied your name written neatly on the front. You gently removed the paper and opened it.

‘You looked so peaceful, babygirl…I didn’t want to wake you up. I have practice until 11 but I made you an omelette for breakfast, it’s in the fridge. See you later, beautiful.’

You smiled at the note, folding it back up and placing it on the table. You climbed from the bed, grabbing one of Travis’ hoodies that was hanging on the back of an armchair as you made your way out of the room.

You walked along the cool tiles in your bare feet to the kitchen, retrieving the omelette and reheating it in the microwave. As it was a mild day, you decided to eat breakfast on the terrace outside. There was a gentle breeze through the trees but it was warm enough and bright, sunlight peeking from behind the clouds. You looked down towards the pool and blushed slightly, remembering what had happened there the night before.

You were almost finished with your meal when a car pulled up in Travis’ driveway. You wiped your mouth and picked up your plate, making your way back to the kitchen. You placed it into the sink, when there was a gentle knock on the front door.

You froze for a second, unsure of whether to answer the door to a house that wasn’t yours. You paced to the door, closing one eye and peering into the door viewer. You relaxed immediately when you saw Brittany on the other side of the door, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head. You opened the door with a smile on your face.

“You didn’t tell me you were visiting?”

“Wha-?”

“Pat just texted me, said that Trav had mentioned it at training. Why didn’t you say?” She pulled you in for a hug.

You laughed and stepped aside so that she could come inside, “I know! I’m so sorry! It’s been a bit hectic to be honest…it’s all a bit of a blur. I feel like I blinked and now I’m here.” You closed the door, “I would’ve messaged you eventually! Anyway, I’m here for a week!”

She smiled as she walked to the kitchen, “Awesome! We can hang when the boys are at practice. And you have to come over one night for dinner! Pat is an amazing cook!” She said, excitedly.

“Sure, sounds good!” You glanced over at the clock. 10am. “Travis said he would be finished at 11 but I have no idea what we’re doing today.” You lifted yourself onto one of the stools.

“By the way, I wasn’t kidding when I said he didn’t stop talking about you on the way home from London. He was pissing everybody off!”

You laughed, “I got all giddy when I read your message, like, it’s really sweet.”

She smiled, “It really is. Most of the other guys have wives and girlfriends and I always thought Trav would make a really cute boyfriend.”

You stuttered, “Oh, I don’t think-“

“Relax, you know what I mean. Whether you two have had that conversation or whatever, it’s clear that he’s into you. Think about it, if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t have flown you out here.” She leaned over the counter top and placed her hands under her chin, keen for information. “So, how was your first night?”

You smiled meekly, “It was…nice. We got food and had a swim. Nothing crazy.”

Her eyes gleamed. “Ooh a moonlight swim? How romantic! I honestly think you two make a gorgeous couple.”

You blushed and look down at your hands, “He’s really nice. I’m trying not to get too attached too early, though. If I’m honest, it’s been my downfall in past relationships. I’ve rushed things and let down my defences super early and then ended up getting hurt.”

Brittany frowned, “Now, I’m afraid I can’t really give you any real-life experience-based advice on this, me and Pat have been together since High School. But what I personally believe, is that things happen for a reason. People don’t just cross paths for the hell of it. And I think you and Travis have something special.” She reached forward and took your hands in hers, “And I know it’s early and I know it’s scary but, like Travis, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t at least a little curious as to see what could happen between you too.”

You looked across the kitchen island at her with glassy eyes, breathing slowly, “I think you’re right. I guess I’m trying to protect myself.” You smiled, “Thank you, so much Brittany. You’re the best.”

She whined, “Aww Y/N, you’re so sweet!” She clapped her hands together, “So, it’s settled then, you’re coming over on Thursday night for dinner and drinks.”

You nodded, “Yeah, of course. I’ll check with Travis when he gets back.”

“Look at you, making plans like a proper couple.”

You opened your mouth to protest.

“I know, I know…you’re not a couple, whatever, blah blah blah.” She rolled her eyes. “What exactly are you then?”

You lowered your eyebrows in thought, “I’d say that closest thing we are is…dating?”

Brittany looked up the ceiling wistfully, “The early days of dating! Enjoy it, babe! Sometimes I wish we could go back in time before the stresses of marriage and kids!” She straightened up and grabbed her keys from the counter top, “It’s such a shame there’s no game this weekend, that would’ve been awesome!”

You smiled and followed her to the front door, “I know! I’ll just have to come back another time!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear, girl!” She hugged you tightly before placing her sunglasses back onto her face. “Anyway, I have to pick up Sterling and some dinner for when Pat gets back.”

“Oh, we had a Joe’s last night, it was amazing!”

“You’re practically a native now! She stepped out onto the driveway, “Good idea, I’ll head there now. Have a great day!” She waved and disappeared into her car.

You waved back at her as you watched her reverse out of the estate. Closing the door, you took a deep breath and looked around. You still couldn’t believe that you were here. You had taken some photos and sent them to your Mum, letting her know that you were safe. You had also messaged Jess and Hannah, and Richard from work had checked in to see when you would be back. In theory, you could work from anywhere and video conference for any meetings if necessary but he had been kind and allowed you to take some time off. You had kept your situation with Travis quiet from work for the time being, especially as it was extremely early days and you weren’t exactly sure where this would go. But mainly because as part of your job, you had to remain impartial and you were concerned that it would jeopardise your career. You had told Richard that you were visiting a friend, which was not entirely untrue and Hannah was on hand to cover for you.

Checking the time again, you decided to have a quick shower to freshen up. Travis had numerous bathrooms but the one connected the master suite had the most incredible looking shower so you tried that one. The steam filled the room and instantly revived you from the last 24 hours. You washed your hair and body before grabbing a towel and stepping out. You made your way back into the bedroom and picked out an outfit for the day. You were unsure as to what you going to be doing that day so you kept it simple with black shorts and a cropped lilac sweatshirt. You ran a comb through your wet hair and decided to leave it to dry naturally in a low ponytail. Similarly, to your outfit, you chose to keep your make up simple, opting for a tinted moisturiser, mascara and lightly filled-in eyebrows.

As you were tidying away your make-up, you heard a car pull into the driveway. A familiar feeling of butterflies shot to your stomach and you bounded down the staircase to greet Travis at the door. The door opened slowly as Travis walked in with his bag over his shoulder. He dropped it onto the floor and you ran towards him, jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist. He instinctively supported you with his hands on the back of your thighs and smiled as you placed your lips onto his with a firm pressure. He hummed into the kiss, holding you tightly.

As you pulled away, you looked into his eyes, “Hey you, how was practice?”

“Well, that was a great welcome!” He gently guided back to your feet, “Practice was good. Pat said you had a visitor?”

You wandered over to the kitchen island, “Oh yeah, Brittany came to say hi and she invited us over to their place for dinner on Thursday night.”

“Sweet.” He nodded as he grabbed a bottle of Gatorade from the fridge, “Sounds good to me, baby.”

You smiled as he opened the bottle and chugged most of it in one gulp, “Thirsty?”

“Oh man, yeah.” He breathed.

His forehead was glistening with sweat and you couldn’t help but stare as he swallowed the liquid down. His muscles were pumped up from his morning exercise and you could feel your eyes begin to sting.

You blinked quickly, “So, what are we doing this afternoon?”

“Okay.” He said as he dropped the empty bottle into the trash, “First, I need a shower…if you want to join me?”

You giggled, “Aww, I just had one, big guy.”

Travis clicked his fingers, “Damn. I missed my chance.” He smiled at you, “Well, once I’m out of the shower, I thought we could go on a hike. It’s a pretty awesome day and there’s some great places around here. We could talk…get to know each other?”

“I like the sound of that.”

He placed a gentle kiss on your temple before heading for a shower. You watched him disappear up the stairs, getting in a quick glance of his toned ass and muscular thighs, a heat washing over your chest. You smiled to yourself, reminding yourself how lucky you were. You grabbed your white Nike trainers from the front door as your phone vibrated against the kitchen counter. You quickly pulled your trainers on and picked up your phone, unlocking it and seeing that the notification was an email from Richard at the station.

“Hello Y/N. I know you are having some time off but I was hoping you’d be happy to meet with someone from the Chiefs team? Make use of your time over there? I��ve set up a meeting with their social media manager, Carrie and you’re going to accompany her to practice to take some photos and get an interview or two. Let me know.”

You mused over the message. Your finger hovered over the screen ready to reply. Travis would be at practice again, so you weren’t missing out on any time with him, and you’d be getting some extra credit at work.

“Absolutely fine by me, just let me know when and where.”

You heard Travis turn off the shower and the muffled sounds of him singing echoed down the stairs. Your lips curled up into a smile.

“Arrowhead, Wednesday 10am.”

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“To be perfectly honest, if it wasn’t for Jason, I wouldn’t be where I am now. I really have him to thank, man.”

“You’re really close to your family, aren’t you?”

“Super close, I love them all.”

You’d both stopped for a rest at a bench about halfway through your walk around Swope Park. For the past hour you’d talked non-stop about yourselves, trying to learn everything you could about each other. You felt a warm feeling spread over you as he placed his arm around your shoulders during the hike, pulling you close and sharing stories about his childhood.

He took a sip from his water bottle and turned his head to you, his elbows resting on his knees, “You got a big family?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s just me and my Mum. My Dad left when I was really young and I didn’t see him much when I was growing up.”

“That sucks babe.” He reached for your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Oh, it’s fine. He tried to get back in touch when I was about 16 but it didn’t really last. He just kept breaking promises, but whatever, it’s okay. I’m really close to my Mam…it was just me and her for so long. So, when I moved to London, I found it so hard. I felt like I was leaving her behind, and even though she is really supportive of me and wants me to do what makes me happy, I just feel bad sometimes.”

Travis was listening so intently that it made you giggle.

“What?” He questioned.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t remember the last time someone listened to me like you are now. I suppose I’m just used to it being the other way around. I spend my days asking other people questions and listening to what they’re saying. Maybe I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone listen to me for change.”

He squeezed your hand again, “Well, get used to it, baby!”

You blinked your eyes, “Well, that got deep real fast!”

Travis laughed, “I like it though, I wanna know everything about you.” He leaned back on the bench and pulled you into his chest, “Let me see if I got this. You grew up in Yorkshire?”

The way he pronounced Yorkshire made you smile.

“You graduated with a degree in journalism, worked at your local newspaper for a while but moved to London 3 years ago to further your career and ultimately meet a talented and handsome football player?”

You laughed, “Something like that.”

“You love sunsets and Audrey Hepburn movies and the way your hair feels just after you’ve been to the salon. You love coffee but refuse to drink it after 3pm. Your favourite vacation was to Barcelona 4 years ago but you haven’t been on another vacation since then because of work and the fact you don’t like flying.”

You froze as you listened to Travis explain every detail of yourself that you had told him.

“You don’t watch many movies because if you hate it, you feel like you’ve wasted your time. Your favourite food is pizza but not from Valentino’s on the corner because they don’t put enough cheese on. You used to dance when you were younger and would’ve loved to continue but you twisted your ankle and it’s never been the same since.”

You sat up and turned to face him, tears creeping to your eyes.

“You’re only ticklish on your left side and you can’t stand the smell of cinnamon. You love Prince, The Rolling Stones and Whitney Houston and freshly cut grass makes you sneeze. You’re scared of heights and cockroaches and you’ve always wanted to swim near a waterfall.”

You stared at him, your bottom lip quivering.

“Did I get it right?”

“Trav-“

“Oh wait, no. I forgot something.” He angled his body towards you and spoke slowly. “You are beautiful, funny, intelligent, caring and kind and I am the luckiest guy to have you here with me.”

Your breath hitched as you blinked and a tear ran down your cheek. Travis brought his hand to your face and wiped away the moisture with his thumb.

You cleared your throat, “Do I really talk about myself that much?”

Travis laughed and tilted his head, keeping his eyes locked on yours, “I don’t care.”

With his hand still on your cheek, he pulled you closer for a gentle but loving kiss. His lips moved softly against yours, his fingers tracing along your jawline.

He pulled away, placing one more kiss onto your forehead before standing up and throwing his arm back around your shoulders, “Let’s go, I wanna head home for another moonlit swim.” A smirk appearing on his face.

You playfully tapped his chest, walking alongside him to continue on the hike, your eyes bleary with happiness.

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Ahhhh what a cutie!! I loved writing this chapter, so I really hope you enjoy it. As always, if you would like to be added to my taglist, just let me know!

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starbeltconstellation · 4 months ago

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HEYYYYY!!!

i hope you’re well ❤️! i just wanted to come on here for a second to express how grateful im currently feeling for your story. i found it on ao3 a couple of days ago (wish i would’ve found it earlier but now i got a nice chunk of chapters to read through and hyper fixate over 😄😄) and i have been obsessed ever since. genuinely, you’ve made my august with this story.

this story feels so special to me. i’m so excited and giddy everytime i open the website back up to continue reading it (mannn i never wanna finish it) and it’s like the best part of my day.

i just wanna say that you’re a mf-ing genius. a. genius.

everytime something happens in the story i genuinely GASP. LIKE OH MY GOSH. im going insane over this fic. (the theories are bubbling inside of my brain about melanie and what’s gonna happen later on, i also love reading about people’s theories too man its so nice to see how invested everybody is cuz girl I AM.)

this story, man, it’s GREAT. it’s not only very well written, which im sure everybody appreciates as the flow is so nice, but it is also exciting, intense and beautiful. every single character had been on point, mischaracterising isn’t in your vocabulary. it’s like you know these lot personally. but anyway, it is a pleasure to read, like i said, VERY exciting and entertaining. i love our girl mel so much, she is so relatable and honestly just so real 😭 her reactions to most things are so valid like, girl same! she’s amazing, i don’t think i’ve ever encountered an OC as interesting and cool and well written as her. her whole storyline is just insane, bless her having all of this pressure and stress on her too lol 😭😭😭 but what can she do ahah, i mean?! the scene with the shopkeeper telling her to go back to her world had me absolutely stunned i was SHAKING. but i do think she made the right choice, she’s so strong.

like despite the fact that she knows all the hell she will have to endure there, she DID chose to stay, which is such a sacrifice. man i just wanna hug her and say thanks (i am not in the star wars universe but …)

everybody else too though, like ahsoka, obi-wan, anakin, the clones, mace, etc.. are also really cool to see the OC interact with, this is such a comfort fic for me, genuinely. it feels like i know them personally through this fr 🥲🥲🥲

i love reading the other’s comments on your story, it’s so nice to see this community form😭 like i’ve found my people LOL

thank you for feeding our star wars and anakin obsessions with your lovely story, i can’t get enough of it i swear im making a playlist for melanie as we speak.

anyhoo, just wanted to let you know how much i love this story and how much i appreciate you putting effort into creating something we can all take comfort in <3 i hope to stay and interact a lot more as i go on about reading the story!

Ahhhhh, oh my goshhh. Thank you so, SOOOO much, my dear little commenter. Haha. 🥺🥹❤️ This message was a big surprise when I first received it (which was a while ago, I know. 😭😅 I’m really sorry for the delay in response. Life gets the best of me at times. I’m trying to catch up on my asks), because at that time, I was still stuck struggling on the final bit of my huge whopper of a chapter that is now FINALLY out. ✊😖 Haha. And I just want you to know that your comment was SO helpful and motivating to me. Like… I’m not even joking. 😭 Your comment and a handful of other loyal readers (like my dear @ensomniaa ! 😌😆❤️) are probably the main reason I was able to trudge through my writer’s block and depression to get out the next chapter. So, just… thank you. 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to write out such a long and in depth comment with such gushing words about my work and about how I’ve been writing the Melakin romance dynamic. It makes me feel like my writing isn’t half bad. Haha.

I always like to take my time responding to comments, because I feel I should always take the time and care to write out a detailed response that isn’t just copy pasted. You all take the time out of your day to comment to me, so it’s only fair I do the same! 🥺💕💕💕 So… my point is… I’m SO sorry this response took so long. 😭 I hope the wait time won’t have discouraged you from messaging again in the future. They truly do bring me such a big smile. And while I might not get to asks or comments immediately—ALL of my reader ducklings WILL eventually see a response. 😭💕❤️ I have made that my life’s goal. Lol.

Now, onto the ask! 😁✨💕 I’ll put the rest under a read more.

I’m soooo happy to hear that you’re so obsessed with my story and that it made your August! 😁✨❤️ Haha, it’s always exciting when I see someone new has stumbled over my fic. And I feel you with that hyper fixation. 😭✊ I’m BEGGING for my brain to give the SW hyper fixation back to me so I can churn out chapters at the speed of sound like when I did first starting this massive project. Lol. 🫠 So far… it’s still not working. But don’t worry! I shall NEVER abandon this story. I swearrrr, this thing will be my magnum opus. 😭✊Loool.

The fact my writing makes you giddy??? 😭 The fact it makes you theorize (which I ADORE when my readers do and ramble in the comments so I can muah-ha-ha to them. 😈😈💕😂) and gasp out loud?? 😭😭 The fact that you ENJOY reading through the different comments and seeing other readers’s theories and reactions?? 😭🥹💕❤️❤️❤️ You are what us writers call a rare GEM, dear reader. 🥺🥹❤️ To not only LEAVE a comment, but also just how you seem to genuinely enjoy commenting/reading other commenters’s thoughts because it feels like a fan community?? (And how SWEET to say I’m a big enough writer to have a little community. 🫠 I’m cryingggg. 😭❤️❤️) The fact you think I’m… a genius?? 🫣🥺😭❤️❤️❤️ (Idk about that, but I’ll put aside my anxiety issues. 😌 It is a lying liar who liessss).

Thank you. Thank you from the very BOTTOM of my heart. Idk what else I can say besides that, because rare reader gems like you keep us starving writers chugging along. 😭✊❤️

I’m SOOO glad you feel like everyone is in character. 😭❤️❤️ I worried about that a LOT. Especially for Anakin and the clones. There’s just a certain way about them that you have to get right, or they become 2-dimensional if you don’t write their little quirks and ticks. And I LOVE getting to explore the clones’s and Mel’s sibling-like relationship. 😭 I based most of their personalities on how they act around Mel off my annoying brother (affectionate 😌💕😂). I’m also so happy you feel the Jedi are also in character as well, and that it feels like a comfort to read them, like you’re learning about them along with Mel. 🥺💕 That was actually a lot of the idea with this fic (besides me living vicariously through Mel to romance Anakin, of course 👀😂❤️) over how I would slowly write scenes to SHOW the audience the misconception about the Jedi/their culture/certain characters. I didn’t want to PREACH to them. I wanted to present them with the evidence that maybe the Jedi aren’t “repressive” and “emotionless 🙄🤢” as they might’ve been led to believe by a big chunk of the fandom’s harsh perception. It would be like it was happening in time with Anakin as his thoughts change into something better and less self centered.

And I HAVE actually received a comment on Wattpad from a reader that my fic helped change their minds about Mace and the Council! 🥰🥰❤️ And it was just… such a joy to hear. 😭❤️ That’s the idea with this fic. I hope to reach across the aisle towards EVERYONE—maybe anti Jedi fans will read my work and have their minds changed about their culture. Maybe someone who despises Anakin to the bone will read my fic on a whim and slowly grow to care about him/see the humanity underneath the surface, just like Mel has. And maybe by the END of this fic… I’ll have convinced some people that the Jedi are not at fault for their own genocide by “failing” Anakin—because the truth is that it was HIS choice. Maybe by the end of this fic, there’ll be fans who’ll read the work and grow to see that you can love a character while still criticizing them/knowing they’re in the wrong (ie; Anakin 😔💔), while ALSO still acknowledging that he went through such horrible trauma as a kid while a slave on Tatooine… but it still DOESN’T absolve him or give him the right to hurt others just because he’s hurting himself.

That’s what this fic is all about, after all. GENUINE growth and change. Not placating a man by changing a few moments that he won’t have to go through in the timeline that will suddenly make him all “warm and fuzzy inside” and see the light. TRUE redemption and change means that Anakin will have to grow and ADMIT he was wrong while not becoming defensive when his actions (*cough* the Tuskens *cough*) are brought to light. Essentially, I’m trying to “Zuko-ify” him. (Loool, I know. Pretty high hopes for myself there. 😭😂❤️)

I’m also soooo happy you love and relate to Melanie so much. 🥹❤️❤️ Almost all readers have told me similar things, and it’s so wonderful to know that I’ve made a character that has been accepted by a small portion of the “SW/Anakin fandom”. 😆😁💕❤️ Mel came about when I was one day reading over an isekai story and just… not being able to fully immerse myself, because the OC’s reactions just didn’t seem realistic to me. 😭 And so I remember sitting down and imagining how I would react in such a situation (immediate freak out/think I was dreaming/would run in terror from Anakin’s hot ass at every opportunity 😌❤️‍🔥😂), and then that’s how Melanie Bains came into being! Haha. ❤️😁

So, while Mel IS somewhat of a stand-in for the audience (it IS an isekai fic after all 😭🤷‍♀️), it was still very important to me to make her three dimensional and—while yes, very relatable—also make sure she became her own character who could grow into herself. So a hero’s journey was important, along with giving Mel an antagonist (The Shopkeeper) separate from Anakin’s antagonist (Palpatine), because it was SOOOO important to have Mel have her own character arc/story AWAY from Anakin. It was important that Anakin wasn’t ALL she was about. Mel has friends (Ahsoka/the clones), she has her own plan she’s dealing with to try and save the galaxy while barely giving Anakin a second thought besides terror at first, and most importantly—Melanie is NOT begging Anakin to change. That was soooo important to me. She doesn’t have TIME to beg him to change. There’s too much at stake already, and if Anakin changed FOR Mel, it’s not even true change in the first place. Instead, as you’ve probably guessed from my latest chapter, Mel is INSPIRING him to change himself, because of the qualities about her he is coming to admire which in turn makes him take a look at his own selfish actions. This is always where I think “bad boy/I can fix him” writers get things lost in translation. It’s not true redemption if they change FOR the girl, because—as the Marvel movie Shang-Chi has recently shown us 🥶—if the girl ever dies… then the “bad boy/villain” goes right back to being evil. 😭🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️ What REAL redemption would be is meeting someone you grow to love who INSPIRES you to become a better version of yourself—not FOR them—but because you want to become someone like them. You want to stand by their side in the light and feel proud.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve ranted a lot. 😭😂❤️ But I just wanted to thank you soooo much again for your beautiful words that were so kind and truly brought a ray of light to my dreary days! 😭😭❤️❤️❤️ I only hope my long response time doesn’t discourage you from writing me messages in the future. 😅😓😭🫠 I’m so sorry again for the long wait.

But I have ADORED rereading your comment these past few days while I’ve been writing out my response. It’s so thoughtful and long and in depth and I lovveeee itttt. 😭❤️❤️❤️ THIS is what feeds our writer brains. Haha.

A playlist sounds awesome! 💕💕💕💕💕 I already made one for Anakin and Mel and the Melakin romance, as you can see from my last response. But I would still ADORE getting to know songs that you think fit with my fic and Mel and Anakin’s journey! 😭❤️❤️ If you ever do make it, please hit me up and send a linkkk! 👀👀🙏

Thank you so much again for letting me know my writing brought you such comfort. 😭💕 I hope you’ll stay and interact more as well! 😭❤️ I always love hearing theories or getting a comment to see a reader is rereading or that two readers are discussing something about my fic together. Haha. 😄✨❤️

And so, I suppose I’ll leave it here! I ADORE you and love you so much, dear reader. I am picking you up and hugging you like a stuffed animal. (Glomp!) 🤗🫂

I hope to hear from you again soon! 🥺💕 I’m so sorry again for the wait. 😭

And now… off to reply to four more asks. Lol. ✊

Gotta blast! 🏃‍♀️💨✍️👩‍💻

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celestialanon · 2 years ago

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Saying I Love You For the First Time

Lucifer

He was going through another stack of papers at his desk, all the while listening to you go on about how difficult your day was. He was a good listener, and you appreciated him always lending his time. He understood the treatment you got for being a human among demons.

You couldn't help but sigh, leaning your cheek against your palm and looking to him with adoration in your eyes. "You know I really love you, right?" It was enough to get him to stop what he was doing, looking at you with bewilderment.

A small smile soon settled on his face though, and he took the time to return that lovely gaze right back to you. "Really? I guess the feeling seems to be mutual."

"I want to hear you say it." You always stood your ground with him, you were upfront and honest. Nobody but you would know in that moment his cheeks tinted with just a hint of pink.

"Really now, you must already know." He moved forward to take your hand is his, his thumb caressing over your knuckles.

"You are the most important person to me. I've never cared for someone as much as I do you." You stared at him, surprised he even went that far. A grin spread on your lips soon after.

"I still want to hear you say it."

Mammon

"That damn Lucifer! He hid it again! I ain't tryin to do nuthin Mc I swear! I got payed today!" He continued his complaints as he threw his head into his hands. Lucifer had caught him trying to sell some of his belongings again, he was in the middle of a transaction when his card was taken away.

"You're hopeless..." You sighed out, both rubbing his back and rubbing your temple from an oncoming headache.

"What?!" He cried out, and you almost felt embarrassed for the scene he was making. You went back to moving your hand up his spine, rubbing at his neck to comfort him.

"Hopeless, but I love that part of you too." You gave him a lopsided and tired smile. He just stared in shock at you for a good minute or two. How were you able to say what he always wanted to say so easily?

"I-Of course you do! I'm the Great Mammon after all! I- I...." And he couldn't even finish his sentence, burying his face in his hands again but now for the reason that he was hiding the way his face flushed at your words. It was hopelessly adorable.

Levi

This was it. He was so excited for you. Recently you had mentioned that one game you were beginning to get into, and he managed to get his hand on a early copy before it's release date! It was a small gift he had hidden away from you. Now all that was left was to present it.

He nervously made his way to your room, a slight jump to his step from how giddy he really was inside. Surely this would make for a good surprise! He knocked on your door in that special code you both had made for each other. He stepped back, watching you open the door with a large smile.

"Levi? What's up?" He told you to close your eyes, and the next second you opened them, you were face to face with your most recent obsession. You could honestly scream from how excited you were, but instead, you honestly couldn't help yourself and pulled Levi into a bone crushing hug.

"I love you so much!!" You yelled into his stomach, and you swore you could feel it flip at your words. His face burned a bright red, trying to peel you off him and looking at you like he can't believe you just said that.

"H-Huh?!!"

"I love you!" You yell louder, and wether you did it on purpose to embarrass him further or to repeat yourself, he's not sure.

Satan

It was another one of those days where you had asked Satan to help you with your studying. Words and phrases all jumbled up in your head, but he always helped you keep your patience and properly go through those words.

This time in particular, you were writing a book report on Pride and Prejudice, something like a little fun side task your class was having you do. You weren't like Satan who loved to read, so you appreciated the help. As you leaned over the table with your elbows, you let out a large sigh.

"What would I do without you?" You frowned, and Satan held in his laugh at your tiredness.

"Fail, I presume. Now focus." He tapped the paper below you, and you rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, you sat up straight again and grabbed your pencil, giving him a serious stare.

"You have bewitched me, body and soul. And I-"

"-I love you." He completed your sentence for you, you were stunned. More at the fact that you remembered the quote rather than him finishing it. He doesn't know his face was colored in a small blush, how cute.

"Darn, you beat me to it." You pointed a finger accusingly, and he only coughed to hide his embarrassment.

Asmodeus

He said it all the time. He said it too much. And yet, every time he said it, there was something empty in his words. Like those words were just for show, with no meaning. Yet, they still made you blush.

And you told him many times as well, but of course, he's not picking up what you're putting down. Surely he gets told this everyday. So you're trying again, more than the last time.

He was currently rambling about some gossip he overheard in class as you brushed through his hair. You only gave hummed responses, making sure to spread some oil throughout his curled locks. He smiled at the feeling of your fingers, letting himself fall back against your chest.

"Ahh, I love you Mc. You take care of me so well~" You smiled to yourself, setting the brush down.

"I love you too, Asmo."

"Of course you do, how can-" You've heard that a thousand times, you pulled his head back to look up at you, your brows bunching up together as you looked at him.

"No, Asmo. I really love you. Understand?"

Oh. It was rare to see him genuinely blush like that.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub sat diligently in his chair, watching you make another one of your human burgers. He loved the ones here in the devildom, but you promised him yours were just as good. He was putting a lot of trust into you with this one!

You carefully plated the burger, making sure to add some ketchup and mustard for him, Beel was never picky. You topped everything with a bun and set the plate down in front of him as if he were a judge, you were proud of your work.

"Down the hatch." Was all he said, before taking a large bite that almost had him inhaling the burger whole. You yelled at him to take it slow and actually taste your food, but he was barely listening as his cheeks were stuffed and his eyes fluttered shut in delight.

"Sho.... good..." He could barely speak with his mouth full, and you couldn't help but laugh heartily at his reaction."

"Gosh, I love you!" You moved to take your apron off, not noticing the way Beel was watching your back. He became shy at your comment, a blush reaching his ears. He would be smiling if his mouth wasn't full right now.

Belphegor

You were currently wrapped up in another blanket burrito with Belphie right beside you. He was facing you, you watched as his mouth slightly hung open. He always looked incredibly peaceful when sleeping.

You had another nightmare that night, so he invited you to sleep with him for the remainder of it in hopes that it provided you some comfort. And somehow, your dreams always did become better when you were around him.

You smiled to yourself, pushing loose strands of hair out of his face and admiring what you could make out of him in the dark room. You thought he was asleep, so you whispered more to yourself than him.

“I love you… so much.” What you didn’t expect was for that small smile to appear on his face right after, then you found yourself being engulfed in his arms, your face meeting his chest.

“Say it again.” You said it as much times as he needed to hear.

#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me #omswd

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crguang · 5 months ago

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Okay so I know this might not be your usual ask to receive but I kind of wanted to say something here.

To be clear I am straight.... Or so I thought?

A few weeks ago I discovered a post of yours; the post being the love language fic and at that time I had no idea what Honkai star rail is but for some reason I had to read it.

It blew my mind away.

It was like opening a door that was locked deep inside my brain. I quickly became enamored to the character Himeko. So much so I played the game lol. I don’t know how to describe the feeling but it’s like, my stomach turns and my heart clenches just the thought of the red head. There’s more to the feeling but sadly I’m no writer and English is not my first language…. (I had to pull out an English dictionary.)

All my life I’ve been straight. I dated twice and it was all guys. But they were assholes. I remembered the first guy, he was nice at first but after 3 weeks he wanted someone more prettier. I think I felt a twinge of pain but that was just about it. I thought I would be bawling my eyes out like in romance movies. The second was something I don’t remember clearly. I fell out of love for him and he hated me for that. I felt bad but to be fair he was narcissistic.

Anyways, I read more of your fics and everytime I read a Himeko one, my brain turns to mush. She looks and sounds so gentle and at the same time looks so divine! If she offered me her coffee I will gladly accept it and kiss her. Oh to be loved by a sun goddess.

I’m kind of rambling now. I’m sorry it’s so long. I had to get this out of my chest somehow. I don’t know if this is a phase or not. I’ve never experienced something like this before and definitely not for a fictional character.

Can I ask for some advices please? I’m sorry if it’s too much, you can just ignore this.

this is sooo adorable, i’m so flattered that my writing has made you feel something you’ve never experienced before, even more so that it’s something so beautiful. don’t worry about your English, i understand you completely. i love that Himeko can make you a little giddy, she’s definitely a sweetheart!!! i’m also sorry that the men you’ve dated were such assholes, you deserve better and i’m glad that they can no longer affect you.

i can only really speak of my experience here, but i realized i liked women when i read fics as well. i’d read about natasha romanoff and harley quinn (i was a superhero nerd😞) and it’s after the twentieth fic that i went, “wait, why am i reading about dating girls?” it was done very subconsciously because i never approached the matter again, it felt normal and natural to me despite my upbringing and what was hard was figuring out if i liked men at all. i’d have favourite male fictional characters that i’d tell myself i would marry if they were real (not true) or have celebrity “crushes” that i’d tell myself i would date (nuh huh) but the common denominator— except lying to myself— was that these people were all inaccessible to me. when i was faced with men irl, i felt nothing. when i tried dating apps, i’d never swipe right and only feel icky at the thought of a man touching me.

all that to say that if you imagine yourself kissing and dating a woman, it might mean something more. it’s not a definite answer, and honestly it depends how you feel about women in real life too. you can have crushes on fictional characters and feel nothing irl, i have lesbian friends who swoon over some male characters but they’d never be with a man. for me, reading reader insert fics about women meant that i wanted to date them. for you, it might mean something different. i would say not to panic about it, you can find yourself at your own pace and not to judge the questions you ask yourself or the conclusion you come to. whether you just like men, or women, or everyone— it’s a beautiful thing and you shouldn’t feel anxious or nervous about figuring that out. thank you for sharing this with me, i’m really happy that you wanted to talk to me about it and never apologize for rambling, this is a safe space!!!!

wishing you all the best 🫶🏾

#sat answers

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 3 months ago

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it is a thursday evening in the academic year, and you know what that means: WE ARE SO BACK!!!

started off extremely nervous for...honestly i have no CLUE why. but i was walking to the arts building feeling like my heart was going to escape my chest

i found a bench outside the rehearsal hall and sat down out of habit to eat my snack, when—you all must know the drill by now—along came tita conductor, who hurried the rest of the way to meet me with the BIGGEST smile on her face

we then had what can only be described as a rapturous reunion, wherein we briefly discussed some seating-arrangement things (due to the whole Music Department Being Closed thing in the summer she's not yet done auditioning new violins, of which there are many THANK GOD. having to hire ringer VIOLINS last year was nothing short of insane. we've gone from like 14 to somewhere in the 20s.)

we took a brief break from our conversation for her to do the thing she was Actually supposed to do (make copies of the class syllabus in the printer room down the hall)

when she came back tita conductor was SO excited to tell me how much she loved my drawing of her 😭 she must have spent at least five minutes excitedly recounting her favorite details, in particular the musical references. which, considering that 4/5 were from brahms works, is not uncharacteristic of her

"you were so meticulous! it was so intricate!" well madamina you didn't give me this job for my lack of attention to detail,

eventually she went on her way to assist a new member and i was left to my snack

just then, principal viola walked out of the rehearsal room, followed by concertmaster and a new student i didn't recognize. they saw me and headed over, and we all stood around chatting. i did what i've always wanted to do and introduced myself as a first year (which is technically true)

we headed inside eventually and continued chatting in the back as more people came in—like oh my god we have SO MANY STRINGS this year. we don’t have to budget our strings we have more than enough to get by

ate dean (!!! i thought she’d be too busy) walked in and gave me a HUGE hug 🥹

my returning sectionmates were happy to see me and so i was sitting in the section turned around chatting to them

tita conductor suddenly walked behind them and i accidentally made eye contact, to which she gave me one of her megawatt smiles 😭

concertmaster always tunes on time (he tries never to tune after 10 past the hour when rehearsal “officially” starts) so we had long been ready by the time tita conductor went to the podium, whirled around with a flourish, and asked principal oboe for an A

cue concertmaster piping up innocently next to her, “we tuned already.”

tita conductor looked VERY put out and said “oh darn it. i was hoping for the sounds of mystical tuning”

WE GOT DVOŘÁK 8 RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

because there were so many new people and none of the violins were placed, tita conductor started us off reading a bach chorale (iirc dir, dir, jehova will ich singen) with parts adjusted for b-flat instruments and differing clefs just to get us all adjusted to each other

at one point she had us SINGING the lines and the first violins were so timid to the point where she turned to them and said “you have six people to cover for you” 💀

i hated that i had to leave halfway through, not least because i had to just get up in the middle of something FUN and walk away from the FRONT like boo boo the fool, but also because tita conductor looked down at me momentarily like 🥺 while i did so. fuck the registrar for breaking our hearts like this

when i left she was getting ready to conduct something and did one of her signature Wiggles 😭

i was so giddy on my way to my next class that when i refilled my water bottle in the engineering building, i literally skipped my way back to my classroom grinning. as in i was FROLICKING. and some kid said to his friend as i skipped away "oh, the freshmen"

i had no idea just how much i missed orchestra and tita conductor and ate dean until now and i am so excited for the year to come. in conclusion, best first day of school of my whole life.

#em jumped up busker

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ahundredtimesover · 2 years ago

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Seeing the new greeting message from jin made me think of the tlods couple 🥹 imagine it's mother's day but he had to go on a bussiness trip so he ordered a hundred rose flower bouquet for OC but it's missing one rose. Oc thought the store made a little mistake and when seokjin called her later in the night he's holding a single rose and told her that he'd deliver the missing rose to her when he gets home from the trip 🥰

tags/warnings: kissing; suggestive

A/N: This was too cute to pass up. Missing Jin hours everyday! I hope you enjoy this one. 🥰 Pls also check��#Extras:TLODS for the previous drabbles!

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“Delivery for Mrs. Kim.”

You’d chuckle if it wasn’t rude, but only because the small-statured woman standing at your doorstep has her entire face covered by the huge bouquet of roses so it looks like they can actually talk. She’s almost cradling them, and you’re too stunned at the velvety red color that she has to ask if you’re Mrs. Kim in the absence of a response.

“Oh yes, that’s me,” you finally say, taking the flowers from her and inhaling their sweet, luscious smell.

“That’s our best variety. And one of our most expensive, too,” the woman smiles. “Your husband really wants you to feel special.”

“He does that all the time,” you smile back, signing the paper she hands out to you then bidding her goodbye.

You walk towards the kitchen and place the bouquet on the counter, admiring just how stunning it looks. The flowers look so classic and elegant, and the giddiness at the thought of your husband making sure you get something from him this Mother’s Day even if he’s miles away makes your cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Eomma, flowews!” Sena squeals from her high chair, as you’d just finished feeding her lunch.

Her smile is as sweet as her father’s, with her plump cheeks and bright eyes. It makes you miss him more when he’s on a business trip that takes weeks.

“Yes, Princess. They’re pretty, aren’t they?”

She nods and surprisingly patiently watches as you take the card with a note in front that says to the loveliest, most gorgeous wife and mother in the whole world who’s so lucky to have married me.

You laugh at the words, imagining Jin saying them theatrically like he would.

You open it and smile even more.

A rose for every hour of the day that I love you, the card says. Twenty-four hours isn’t actually enough but know that I love you hard during each one. Thank you for agreeing to do this crazy journey of parenthood with me, as if marrying me wasn’t a headache enough. You’ve given me the best gift there is. Sena is as bright, and loving, and charming (this is mostly because of me though) because of you. Happy Mother’s Day. I love you so much and I can’t wait to see you.

True to form, you laugh and smile as you read his almost-love letter. You know he tends to mask his emotions with humor and you honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. You do agree that marrying him is a headache sometimes, but you also can’t imagine your life turning out any differently. You love him just as much, more than you can actually really say.

“Will you help me put these in vases, Sena?” You turn to the little one.

“Yes!” She chirps.

You decide to get 2 vases before pulling her from her chair and sitting her on the counter, with her excitedly observing the flowers that you’re unwrapping. You let her smell them then give her one to put on the vase that you’ve filled with water. Sena hugs it though, not wanting to let it go.

“Eomma, it’s pwetty like me!” She says.

“Yes it is, Princess,” you laugh, knowing exactly where she got that from.

Her father would always say it about himself; you know he’s come to tell Sena that she’s as pretty as many things, too - flowers, for one. And especially the moon.

“Now, could you help eomma put these inside the vases and count them for me?” You ask, wanting her to practice her numbers whenever she can.

She nods ecstatically and places the one she’s holding inside the glass container. You give her a piece right after doing so, counting with her as she goes.

“23!” She squeals, smiling brightly as she refuses to put away the supposed last stem. “I did it, eomma!”

“You did, my sweet little girl,” you say, booping her nose before giving her a kiss. “Now, appa said there should be 24 in here so there’s one missing. Let me just call the shop and make sure, okay?”

You’re about to search up the store’s number when your phone rings, the photo of Sena pulling Jin’s hair while he winces in pain appearing on the screen.

You greet your husband with a smile and it widens once you see it matches yours. He loves his job but being apart is always the hardest; you know he looks forward to these calls just as much as you do.

“Did you like my surprise? I’m quite the romantic, aren’t I?” He smirks.

“I did, and you are. Quite cocky, too,” you chuckle. “But thank you, love. They’re really beautiful; Sena thinks they’re as pretty as her.”

“She’s obviously prettier but I’m glad she’s learning how to be confident,” he laughs. “How does it look? And can I see her?”

You turn the camera to show him the flowers inside the vases, saying you want to put one in the kitchen and one in your bedroom. Sena says hi to him but is too preoccupied with her rose to have a conversation.

“They do look nice,” he hums in satisfaction.

“Yes. They’re also incomplete,” you inform him. “I’m guessing they should be 2 dozens because of your very on-brand note but they’re just 23. Perhaps the store forgot it?”

“Actually… no,” he hums. “I have the last one here.”

And just as he says, he shows you the 24th stem of rose, velvet red and luscious like the ones in front of you.

“So, uh, why is it with you?” You ask.

“I thought I deserved one, too, since I’m part of the reason why you’re a mother,” he shrugs, causing you to laugh exasperatedly because sometimes, you really don’t know why you married this man.

“I’m kidding, love,” he laughs now, enjoying your slightly annoyed face. “I mean, that’s true but I just wanted another bit of surprise.”

“The surprise being that I expected 24 but only got 23 because you’re such a pain in the ass?”

“Not in front of our child!” He gasps dramatically. “But no, not really. I want you to look forward to something when I arrive in a few days.”

“Kim Seokjin, you give me a headache everyday but I love you and I always look forward to seeing you. That’s all I need - for you to come home safely and then make it up to me for being away.”

At your words, he blushes. He can’t deny that much as he hates having to leave his family regularly because of his job, he does enjoy the welcome home sex you both have every time.

“And I will, I promise,” he smiles softly now. “I just felt like being dramatic, that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m not surprised,” you playfully shake your head. “But thank you again. You know I love being a mother and a big reason is you. You make it so fun and so fulfilling. Sena’s just as lucky to have you as her father.”

You don’t miss the longing in his eyes. You know it’s times like now when he feels bad because he thinks he’s away too much, leaving you to take care of Sena on your own. You always understood what’s required of him, and you never complained; being with your daughter is an adventure on its own, and you want nothing more than for your husband to know that despite all the challenges of parenthood and of his job, you don’t want anything else other than the life you both have now. He makes up for everything all the time; sometimes more.

“Well, I’ve got a meeting to prepare for,” he says guiltily. “I’ll call you again, okay? And don’t worry, the last rose will be even prettier than those because I’ll hand deliver it to you.”

You get another laugh in before giving the phone to Sena who now wants to tell him about your morning at the park, and much as you know that Jin absolutely needs to prepare for his meeting tonight, there’s no doubt that he’d give all his attention to his daughter when she asks for it.

It’s another half hour before you and your daughter finally put down the phone, and the scent of the flowers overtaking your home reminds you that no matter the distance, Jin will always be around to remind you how love is supposed to feel like.

You mentally count the days until your husband gets home, wanting nothing more than to feel the warmth of his hug and his expert hands massaging the sore parts of your body. You love product evaluations, but you spend too much time on your feet; your brain goes overdrive that headaches are immediate and constant.

Two more nights and you’ll get to see him again, you sigh to yourself. You decide to give your team another break, knowing that this is mentally draining for them as well. You remove your coat and head towards your office, wanting to sneak in a power nap before getting back to work.

Your eyes widen once you get to your desk and see a red rose laying on top of it. It’s bigger, more luscious, deeper in color and somehow more majestic than the ones you received 3 days ago. You inhale its scent and smile dreamily, knowing that Jin really made sure to give you something breathtakingly beautiful like this.

“You like it?”

Your husband’s voice causes you to curse in surprise, even more when you turn around to see him leaning by the wall.

“Oh god, Jin. You scared me,” you scowl, prompting him to laugh.

“Thought I’d surprise you,” he shrugs, closing the door then flicking the switch that shuts your blinds for privacy.

He stands in the middle of the room, donned in a black 3-piece suit with his hands in his pockets, looking stunning as always.

“Well, I was surprised. I thought you won’t be back until the weekend,” you say.

“One meeting was canceled so I just moved up the other one so I could get home right away,” he explains, walking towards you now.

You mindlessly step back until you’re leaning on the edge of your table, ultimately getting caged by him. He smells so good, and he might’ve just come from a flight but your husband looks fresh and gorgeous, unlike you who probably reeks of onion and spices.

“I spent Mother’s Day away from you and I wanted to make it up to you as soon as possible,” he continues, his eyes turning lustful as he inches closer to you.

“Well you could, back home,” you chuckle, swallowing hard as you see him eye your lips.

“I could also do it now,” he counters, smirking before he crashes his mouth onto yours, his soft lips and skillful tongue rendering you speechless and pliant.

You submit immediately, moaning against his lips until you catch yourself and pull back. He doesn’t relent though, as he takes the chance to move down your neck, staying there so he could plant open-mouthed kisses all over it.

“Jin,” you moan, missing the way he feels, especially with his hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer. “I know you run this company but, uh, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“My father won’t fire me,” he hums against your skin.

“He could,” you answer back, drawing in a breath once he hits that sensitive spot of yours. “Or he could fire me. Or both of us. You’ll never know.”

Jin doesn’t want to argue. He also knows you’re right. You’ve both never been bold at the office, not wanting to take advantage of either of your positions to do something clearly unprofessional, so he pulls back, only to lean his forehead against yours, his nose tenderly caressing yours.

“I just missed you. But yes, I should stop. And do everything I want to do to you back home.”

“That would be preferable,” you laugh, softly kissing his lips before you fix his wrinkled suit.

“The rose is beautiful, Jin. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It’s a different variety and it stood out to me when I dropped by the store earlier.”

“I’m sure Sena would love this, too.”

He smiles at the thought of your daughter. He’s missed her terribly, too. He called last night and she read him one of her books. She couldn’t read everything so she made up her own fairytale and it was the most adorable thing. It seemed like a normal occurrence to you, though. It may seem sad, but he thinks it’s special that you let him experience the joy of being a parent on his own without forcing it, without making him feel like he’s lacking or missing out on too many things. Sena adores you, but she adores him just as much. You’re a superwoman in so many ways and he really lucked out in marrying you.

“So, I have this conference in LA in 3 weeks. I was thinking maybe you and Sena can join me? We can extend the trip to spend a few days in Disneyland,” he says. “She’s probably big enough for a long-haul flight, yeah?”

“She is,” you smile, liking the sound of joining him for a business trip with your daughter. “I think she’d love that.”

“Okay, good,” he smiles. “I had Yoongi buy a Minnie Mouse headband when we were in Japan so we could surprise her.”

“Are you serious? I’m sure he cussed you out when you asked him to.”

“Well, he actually had a free day and decided to go there himself,” Jin hums.

“Well of course. Dara loves Disneyland,” you laugh, feeling giddy at how Yoongi had softened because of your best friend.

“Ah, I should’ve known,” Jin laughs. “It’s what gave me the idea so I had him buy some stuff. Now I can’t wait to tell Sena.”

“She’ll be so excited, love. And thank you, again,” you say, glancing at the rose before pulling him for a kiss. “I hope you know I’m a good mother because you’re an amazing partner. I can’t do this without you.”

“Yah, stop being so sweet to me or else I’m gonna want another baby!”

You stare at him in shock but his pouty face tells you he seems serious.

“That’s a conversation for another day, yeah?” You manage to say, not having considered having another child this soon.

But later on when you both get home and he peppers Sena with kisses, and when he surprises her with the news, and when he falls asleep with her lying on top of his chest after he’d just sang her her favorite lullaby, you start to think that maybe having another little one wouldn’t be so bad.

#seokjin fluff #extras:tlods

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