#i still think the strawberry milk thing is . so unbearably cute :((((

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

alright the fic has been posted its showing in tags everything is ok 😇😇😇 this fic is very shoujo manga in the sense that . toru is very … bratty spoiled prince love interest . i made him extra grumpy on purpose but i think it’s cute :3

[dadddybangtan]

Strawberry Milk 18+ (oneshot)

pairing: sub! soobin x gn! service dom y/n

synopsis: reader wants to fulfill soobin’s sexual desires of food play. 

cw: slight brat soobin, tall big d*ck sub soobin, praise k!nk, pet names, food pl^y, oral, f!ngering, ^ss eating, cvm swallowing, hint of service bottom soobin

word count: 1.6k

part two

a.n. first oneshot in a long time. i think it might be time to create a master list? please reblog & leave feedback </3

Y/N POV

On my way home from work, I ran to the market to pick up a few things my partner, Soobin, needed. Soy milk, dinner rolls, cinnamon sticks and cookie dough ice cream were the items he sent me. He always had a random list and I was always willing to shop it for him. I couldn’t stop myself from picking up the strawberries and whipped cream in the produce aisle. The strawberries were freshly picked and it had been a while since I bought whipped cream. 

Walking into our apartment, Soobin greeted me in an oversized off-white sweater and a pair of jeans. He was so cute, I had to kiss him the moment I saw him. 

“I got the stuff you needed, baby.” 

“Thanks,” He blushed, taking the grocery bag from my hand and walking over to the kitchen island, “Hey, I didn’t ask for these.”

He pulled the strawberries and whipped cream from the bag and set them on the table. 

“I know, silly, they’re for me,” I said, grabbing the whipped cream, shaking the bottle and popping the top. “And you.”

I filled my mouth with the fluffy cream and dotted his nose with some as well. His smile was unbearably cute as he was a bit surprised by my action. I licked the cream from his nose and he looked down at me with big, doe eyes. 

“And me?”

“I may have taken a peek at your porn history.” I said before filling my mouth with another round of whipped cream.

“Y/N!” He pouted.

“Soobinnie, baby, it's not my fault you left your browser open. You didn’t even close the tab.”

He was silent, embarrassed by his own sexual fantasies. He didn’t have to be. I always knew he had a thing for food ever since he got a hard-on watching me eat a juicy watermelon. That was a month or so ago, so it was only a matter of time until I played into his sensual desires.

I opened the case of strawberries and grabbed the biggest one by the stem. But raising it up to his cute, heart-shaped lips, he didn’t want to bite.

“What’s the matter, lost your appetite?”

He just pursed his mouth in rebellion. I saw it in his eyes; Soobin was being a brat.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I know you want it.”

He remained silent and unresponsive, slightly raising an eyebrow and challenging me. That’s when I used my other hand to grip his bulge in my palm. Soobin let out a small whimper, allowing a gap in his mouth for the tip of the strawberry to slip in. 

“Take a bite for me, hm,” I eased it between his teeth, slowly watching his mouth open wider for the fruit until he sunk his teeth in, “That’s my good boy.”

He moaned softly on the praise, his eyebrows pulled together in pleasure and sweet, pink juice went dripping down his chin. I used my tongue to lick it up and kiss him again. His lips were soft as ever with the lingering strawberry taste. I gently bit his bottom lip and I felt his dick throb in my hand. I took that cue to feed him the rest of the berry and catch the juices as they fell. I kissed him again, that time kissing down his sharp jaw and supple neck. I licked and gnawed at him as he swallowed. 

“How did that feel, baby?”

He could only close his eyes, licking his lips and humming in satisfaction. His dick was still growing in my palm. Yet he was speechless.

“Use your words, darling.” I said, squeezing his meat. 

“G-good. It felt good.” 

“Do you want more?”

He nodded eagerly. 

“Can you take your pants off for me?”

He half heartedly opened his eyes to look down at me. He smiled bashfully before reaching down to undo his jeans. The bulge in his underwear turned me on so much. I palmed him again, his print clearer now without the jeans. 

“Thank you, baby, you're such a good boy.” I said as I grabbed another strawberry from the case. 

Soobin prettily opened his mouth and slightly stuck his tongue out. He’s so cute. I teased the berry on his tongue, let him get used to the grooves. He eventually grew tired of teasing and decided to wrap his lips around the tip and take a bite. As juice spilled in and out of his mouth, his dick throbbed and grew more. 

Starting at his collarbone and trailing up to his dripping lips, I traced my tongue on his skin. His cock poked my thigh, he was fully hard. I reached into his underwear and pulled his length out so I could stroke him properly. He moaned and whimpered as he softly chewed the strawberry. 

I set the stem on the counter and watched Soobin lick his lips. He began swirling his hips in small circles to accelerate the handjob I was giving him. A smile crept to my lips watching my handsome boyfriend living out his wildest fantasies. I reached over to grab the whipped cream and traced a line down his shaft, putting extra on the tip. His hands gripped the side of the island as I kneeled down. I licked the length of his sex from the base to the tip, collecting whipped cream in my mouth. It wasn’t until I swallowed every bit of cream that I swallowed him as well. 

“Mm, fuck,’ He whimpered and moaned every time his tip hit the back of my throat, “So good.”

I brought my hand to his neatly shaved balls and squeezed the base of his sack. His cock happily jumped in my mouth.

“Oh, god,” His fingers found their way to my hair. His touch was soft and comforting. He was enjoying himself, “Gonna make me cum.”

His breathing quickened and I didn’t let up on him. The closer he got to climaxing, the more his body shook and twitched. His whining, that was once deeply exhaled, became strained and pathetic.

“C-cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.” His weak voice pushed out. 

His warm seed filled my mouth and coated my throat. I looked up at him to find him adorably breathless before I stood up to kiss him. He caressed my head in his big hands as I held him by the waist.

“I love the way you make me feel,” He whispered into my lips, “The way you touch me.”

“Good, because I love touching you and feeling you up,” I said, gripping his tiny waist in my hands, “I wanna bend you over this counter while you feed yourself strawberries.”

Soobin bit his lip as he slowly began turning around. With my hands already on his hips, I turned him and pushed his shoulder down in one seamless move. The whimper he let out was priceless. I slipped his underwear off to reveal his cute ass and pretty, pink hole. I pushed up the hem of his sweater to kiss his lower back. As I planted more kisses, the arch in his back deepened. And as I got to the meat of his ass, he started moaning.

“Still on those strawberries, love?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good boy.”

I grabbed the whipped cream from the counter and poured a perfect dot over his asshole. I didn't hesitate to lick it up and tease the rim with my tongue. His moans were muffled in fruit, so erotic and needy. His muscles began to relax around my tongue and I was able to glide into him with ease. 

That’s when I snuck my middle finger inside. His knees buckled beneath him, but he didn’t let himself fall. He knew I needed him bent over that counter. He knew he wanted it like that. He loosened up even more, puckered hole begging for another finger. So I gently stretched him out with my index and middle fingers. Once I found a good rhythm to finger him, he moaned perfectly in sync with me. 

“You take it so well, Soobin,” I muttered, “So pretty and perfect too.”

“Th-thank you.”

I wrapped my free hand around his waist and grabbed his dick, which was still erect even after climaxing. I stroked his fat cock while fingering his little asshole. His back was beautifully arched over the island. He looked back at me with pleading eyes and strawberry juices dripping down his chin. That was a visual I haven’t seen from him, but God, he was gorgeously sexy. I felt my core heating up and pulsing. I groaned at the pleasure of watching him. With that, his cock was fully hard in my hand and asshole pulsing around my fingers.

“I’m gonna cum again.” He mumbled into the fruit. 

“Cum for me, baby,” I said, hooking my fingers up and massaging his prostate, “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Cupping his tip in my hand, I made sure to catch every drop of cum. It was euphoric to feel him reach his high again, to milk him with pleasure. He leaned the majority of his body weight on the island counter after I released my hold on him. 

I grabbed one of the strawberries and completely coated it in his cum before eating it in full. I don’t know what was sweeter, his cum or the fruit. But it was deliciously arousing. He seemed to enjoy the view as well.

“You taste so sweet, my love.” I said, cum coating my lips. 

“When is it my turn to taste you?”

“Whenever you want, baby,” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans, “Where do you want the whip?”

part two

[alyasgf]

Everything Is Gonna Be Okay

mlb fic master list || part 2

Summary- Adrien has known Ladybug’s identity since kwamibuster, but she worked so hard who was he to ruin it?

Or alternatively kwamibuster but Adrien isn’t fooled, realizes who Ladybug is but doesn’t say anything. He helps her by becoming her close friend. He may have also accidentally fallen in love with her. Oops? Ft. Ladynoir, Adrinette, and Marichat (mostly Adrinette )

Notes- Getting to all the prompts I have building up that I haven’t had time for so enjoy! I might come back to this for another chapter with Ladrien and possibly a full reveal we’ll see.

Word Count- 1660

AO3

Begin

Adrien knew it was Marinette. Common sense was that if she had all the miraculous on, she’d probably have the fox. She would’ve gotten away with it, but Chat Noir could clearly the difference. After the Volpina scandal he’d noticed how flat the illusions could look, so when the tiny Multimouse seemed just a bit lackluster, he simply connected the dots.

Still, she’d put so much effort into the whole thing, so who was he to ruin it for her? He’d simply play along.

Ever since he found out Ladybug’s identity, he tried to get closer to Marinette, but she always seemed to be uncomfortable around Adrien. It disappointed him, but he understood. Adrien came with high expectations, while Chat Noir was free of these standards.

He’d visit Marinette as Chat Noir every chance he got. At first, he was worried Ladybug might reprimand him, but Marinette seemed to enjoy the company.

Unlike Ladybug, sometimes Marinette would entertain Chat’s antics (probably because they weren’t in the middle of battling an akuma.)

They’d play video games, watch anime on her terrace, and eat goodies he wasn’t allowed at home. He considered her his best friend, in and out of the suit.

Unfortunately, he let this slip while hanging out with Alya, Nino and Marinette.

“Surely your friend Marinette will help you with the notes you missed.” Alya said, raising her eyebrows and directing a look towards Marinette.

“You mean best friend Marinette.” Adrien replied lightheartedly.

Marinette turned bright red, while Nino gasped in offense.

“Well who am I then? I thought you and I were closer!” Nino pouted.

“I- uh,” Adrien was at a loss, before deciding to play it off. “I can have more than one best friend Nino don’t get too jealous.” He laughed.

Marinette was still red as she handed Adrien her notes to take a picture of. They were all in the park after school, as they did sometimes when Adrien’s schedule would allow it.

Alya whispered something into Marinette’s ear that made her blush harder. Adrien couldn’t help but notice how cute she looked. He couldn’t believe the girl that threw herself at akumas with no fear could hardly look him in the eye without stuttering. He couldn’t help but tease her.

“Everything ok Marinette?” He leaned closer and put his hand on her forehead. She froze and looked up, cross eyed at his hand. “You look like you’re heating up.”

She practically fell backwards trying to scoot away from his hand. “Yeah yeah! You feel great.” She said in a daze. “I mean I feel great!”

Adrien let out a laugh, and everyone joined in. Marinette even seemed to giggle a little. Adrien took that as a win.

————————————

He kept up this rouse for months, visiting her at nights after patrols or whenever he missed her. As he did this, he began to fall in love with her as Marinette. It wasn’t all at once though. At first when he’d discovered her identity he had trouble seeing the two as one person. But as he spent more time with Marinette he could see all of Ladybug’s characteristics in her, and in turn, Marinette characteristics in Ladybug.

Anytime Ladybug would doubt her plans, she’d get the same face Marinette would make when she proposed something to Adrien. The determination Marinette had when it came to her friends was the same attitude Ladybug had toward all Parisians.

And with that Adrien was hopelessly in love with her. Still, there was Luka.

She mentioned there was an other guy as Ladybug, and before he knew who she was he assumed she and Luka already had a thing. Before, he could accept this, but after knowing everything it hurt a little more.

He put this all aside though, because Marinette was his friend and partner first (and romantic interest second.)

But as he got lost in her eyes one night while talking and sharing snacks he had to ask, had to hope maybe he was wrong.

“So I hear a certain boy has caught your heart Marinette, care to share?” He asked casually, looking away after a particularly vulnerable moment.

“Yeah he has.” Marinette said with a sigh as she started off into the distance, lovestruck.

Adrien couldn’t help but feel disappointed. “What’s he like?”

“God Chat, he’s just perfect. He cares so much about everyone, and despite everything the world had thrown at him, he’s still so kind.” Marinette gushed.

Adrien had heard about how Luka’s father had abandoned him and Juleka when they were younger. He knew how it felt to feel like there was a piece of your family missing, but not ever knowing them must be unbearable. He could tell Marinette thought the world of Luka.

“How do you feel about Ladybug?” Marinette ventured.

Adrien laughed, knowing who she was, it was funny when Marinette asked about herself. She did it often, as though she couldn’t believe anyone could think so highly of her.

“Well, what can I say that isn’t already obvious? She’s determined, kind, funny, and a bit of a klutz.”

Marinette pouted. “No one calls Ladybug a klutz.”

“Well no one else spends as much time with her as I do. At least in costume anyway.”

Marinette begrudgingly agreed.

“Although she could entertain my amazing puns.” Chat teased.

Marinette laughed. “In your dreams kitty.”

If Chat hadn’t already known she was Ladybug, the way she delivered that line would’ve gave it away. There was a certain fondness to it that only his partner could use with him.

————————————

At some point after Marinette became the guardian, something changed.

They communicated if he could come over by her leaving out a cup of milk or her sitting outside around 9. Lately that came less and less.

Ladybug started to miss more and more patrols. She said she was busy, and with the way Marinette no longer had time to hang out with her friends he could tell that was true.

He tried to distract himself and change targets, but that blew up in his face. Kagami was starting to believe his excuses less and less. It was no suprise when she broke off whatever they had.

What was surprising however, was when he heard from Nino, who heard from Alya, who heard from Juleka, that Marinette and Luka had broken up.

She was always tired, and this was evident through her red eyes with dark bags beneath them. Adrien felt so helpless. He wasn’t sure how he could help without telling her what he knew.

He started with little things, like giving her notes she missed without her asking, letting her know it was really okay if she had to miss a patrol here and there, and leaving her little treats on her terrace to find whenever she went up.

One night as he passed by her room to leave a gift, he found the trapdoor cracked open and could hear her crying in her bed. He could hear the kwamis trying to comfort her, but it wasn’t working.

He made a show of dropping down so she’d have time to hide the kwamis before he knocked on the edge of the open trapdoor.

“You ok Marinette?”

When she lifted the trapdoor fully open a minute later he could tell she had tried to make herself look better. Her eyes looked freshly wiped and she had a forced smile on her face.

“Hey Chat. I’m fine just a little busy. Sorry we haven’t hung out in a while.”

Chat could still hear the sobs in his head that had been coming from her not even 5 minutes ago.

He threw his arms around her and she pulled herself into the ledge before crumbling into him.

She sobbed so hard, he was worried she’d break.

They stayed like that for at least half an hour. Chat rubbed her back and whispered affirmations into her ear.

“Shhh, it’ll be okay. You’re okay. You’re doing great.”

He didn’t know how she hadn’t been akumatized, but with him there, there was no way he’d let that happen.

When she finally calmed down, she pulled from him to look him in the eyes.

Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, there was a bit of snot coming from her nose. Still, she looked beautiful in the moonlight.

“I’m sorry Chat. Sometimes it’s just too hard to hold it in.” She said with a hiccup.

Chat pulled her back in. “Everyone needs to let it out every once in a while Marinette. There’s nothing to be sorry for, I’m just glad you chose me to be here for you. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Marinette shook her head. Chat sighed. He wouldn’t push her to say anything, no matter how much he wished she’d tell him.

“What can I do?” He asked.

“Stay with me until I fall asleep?” She whispered into his shoulder.

Chat nodded and she got up and climbed into her bed. Chat followed and left the trapdoor open.

There he laid, her head on his chest until her breathing evened out. He really didn’t want to leave. She was so warm and vulnerable. He was so in love with her.

But he knew he couldn’t stay, so ever so reluctantly, he lifted her from him softly and he left.

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The next day when he saw her, he could see for the first time in what felt like forever she looked like she got some rest.

He ran up to her and hugged her tightly. She stiffened before relaxing into his touch.

“Marinette, I know if I ask you’re gonna tell me you’re okay, but I want you to know I can tell you aren’t. I’m here for you. We’re all here for you. Please don’t push us away.” He said into her hair. It smelled like strawberries and sweets, like always. It was comforting.

“O-okay.” She stuttered out. “Thank you Adrien.” She said softly. He felt her hold on a little tighter.

End Notes- Feel free to send in prompts! Also I wanna write more reveals where only one of them knows so look out for that. Reply your favorite part and leave a like and reblog if you liked this it makes my day ;)

[seungminotes]

Necessary | Kim Seungmin

Warnings: 1.7k highschool au

A/N: I consider this to be the best thing I have ever written. I love Kim Seungmin, thank you.

Kim Seungmin was the last person you expected to be taking a lower level math class. Him being one of, if not the smartest student in your year, the only word you could possibly use to describe him was big brain. Yet there he was being seated next to your mathematically-disabled self, bright and early on a Monday morning, in a remedial math class.

Somehow you felt out of place now, as if you’d taken the wrong class, maybe there was some sort of even lower remedial math class where you actually belonged.

Seungmin had that effect on people. Though he wasn’t one to properly notice it. He made others feel inferior, but wasn’t one to take notice. He didn’t care about those around him anyway. A true tsundere, you often hear others call him. But you couldn’t tell if he was cold or just plain arrogant.

The way he sat next to you, with his perfect posture and head held high, and the way he didn’t even bid you a morning greeting, left quite a bad taste in your mouth.

How does one sit so properly and mannerly, yet doesn’t have the manners to acknowledge another’s existence?

Whatever, you decided, this wasn’t going to bother you, or get in the way of you getting better at math. This class wasn’t exactly the place you were used to either, but last year for whatever reason the numbers in your head jumbled around and you couldn’t pass a test to save your life. Now you were here, and you were determined to ace every test this year.

As if he had read your mind, Seungmin turned to you.

“You’re bad with numbers,” he said, no emotions displayed in his voice.

“Why else would I be here?”

He didn’t answer you, he just turned back towards the board, opening his notes and laying his head down on them.

You scoffed, there was no way you were going to fail a test in this class, your pride was going to make sure of it.

-

As time went on, you noticed Seungmin was not exactly happy about being in a lower math class that was obviously much too easy for him. You really wondered why he was here in the first place.

He never took notes, paid any attention, or even turned in the homework. You’d assume these bad habits were what landed him in this class in the first place.

The workload wasn’t even that bad, would it kill him to spare thirty minutes of his day to solve a few problems?

Despite this lazy lifestyle, Seungmin never received anything below a 100 on any test. Now that you envied.

Because even though you had made a promise to yourself and so far had kept it very well, you struggled to keep it that way. Studying until the wee hours of the night to make sure you could understand the subject with no problems at all, you lost sleep and just a bit of your sanity every time an exam was coming up.

This time was no different, only the restlessness was quite unbearable as you tried to stay awake in class. Your teacher’s droning voice did nothing to help and eventually your head slumped a little heavier on your arm, you had fallen asleep.

-

Falling asleep in this class was always a nightmare for you. Missing the information you desperately needed to make by in the course, you couldn’t understand how some students didn’t take notes, how did all the information possibly stay in their head.

When you had woken up, your teacher was just wiping down the board full of equations from the period. You looked down at your blank page of notes, regret and anxiety soon sinking in.

You could easily ask a friend for notes, it wasn’t that of a big deal to be honest. But taking in your own made sure you had everything, you couldn’t think of anyone who made sure to do the same.

The bell rang and it was time to go to your next class and you hurried to get your stuff packed up in time. As the boy next to you got up, you noticed he wasn’t sitting in his usual lecture position, head down and eyes closed. Today he had sat straight for whatever reason, and as he stood he pushed a stack of papers onto your side of the desk.

You hadn’t noticed at first, still wondering about his sitting position, but once he walked out of class, you looked down onto your table and inspected the overturned pages.

Considering you were most likely to be late soon, you just shoved the papers into your notebook and ran out of class.

-

It wasn’t until when you got home that you remembered the odd papers Seungmin had slid you after class and got your notebook out to examine them.

Turning them over you realized the boy you had once considered lazy and arrogant, took such detailed notes on today’s lesson that you could consider it a textbook guide.

His neat handwriting sprawled the paper elegantly and the pink highlighted titles accentuated the already sophisticated aesthetics of his notes. This was the type of organization you’d see on a study blog you only wished to emulate. On the margins he’d put a star next to things considered more complicated, and a happy face at the end of a concept, there were even slightly adorable doodles of a puppy’s face at the corner of one of the pages.

Seungmin never took notes. It was common knowledge. You’d never even seen the boy’s handwriting. Were these even his?

Deciding not to question further, you silently thanked the lord for such a gift. You’d have to thank Seungmin too, you thought.

That night you placed Seungmin’s aesthetic notes in a protective plastic and placed them in your binder. You studied them extensively and even rewrote them. He worded things much better than your teacher ever could. Everything was so simple. That night you could sleep peacefully.

-

Unbeknownst to you, Seungmin had taken a liking to you and your rather determined nature, something he wished he had when it came to studies, yet didn’t exactly need. Seeing you work so hard for a measly math class seemed pointless to him at first, but when he realized it was quite important to you, enough for you to lose sleep over, he discovered how much of a strong trait it was in you. It low-key made his heart squirm when he walked in to you reviewing notes before a test, or when you had set up your colored pens and highlighters in front of you before a lecture, or when you raised your hand when you genuinely didn’t understand something. Seungmin was deeply infatuated with you, but simply chose to ignore that. Seungmin never wasted his time on things he thought unnecessary. Yet that night he laid in bed, wondering for hours if you were awake and if you were, if you may have been looking at his words.

-

The next morning you woke up refreshed from a good night’s sleep and ready for school.

In class you placed the extra hot bun and a pink carton of strawberry milk on your seatmate’s desk as a small thank you, you had to repay him somehow. No matter what you had previously thought of him, he had in a way saved you.

You don’t think you had ever seen Seungmin smile. It was a slight and shy smile, but a smile nonetheless when he saw the cute little snack awaiting him on his side of the table. He knew it must have been you and it tugged his heartstrings quite hard, no one had ever really done this for him.

Still he didn’t look at you as he sat down, and he most likely wasn’t going to. You had to make the first move.

“Thank you,” you turned to him, holding out your hand in hopes of a friendly handshake.

Seungmin didn’t respond, though he did turn to face you wide-eyed with a straw stick in his mouth. His hand gently held the carton of strawberry milk and he didn’t make a move to reciprocate your friendly greeting.

You slowly pull your hand away.

“You can have them back, I don’t need them anymore,” you reach towards your binder to pull out the protected notes, but Seungmin finally does move, stopping your hand.

You eye him blankly, confused at his actions. He looks at you nervously before looking down.

“You can keep them,” his voice is firm yet soft and gentle.

Kim Seungmin is not cold or arrogant, you decide, he’s adorable.

You simply nod, absolutely dumbstruck by his change in nature.

Class starts and ends and though you promptly take your notes, you are considerably distracted by the actions of the quiet boy beside you. Today he placed his head down as usual, but his eyes were not closed, instead they traveled around the room, ever so often landing on you and halting.

As you and your classmates begin to put away their materials before the bell, you notice Seungmin softly spring up.

He takes out a pad of unused sticky notes from his bag and quickly scribbles his phone number and a puppy doodle on the pastel pink paper, hurriedly handing it your way as the bell rings.

Once again you look at the boy, eyes blank of emotion, only now his shy smile returns for a second time and he confidently reaches for your hand to put the sticky note in it himself.

“I think you’ll like these numbers more,” he slyly flirts.

“That was horrible,” you laugh at his rather unexpected words, making him flush a pleasant shade of pink.

Seungmin had never been one to flirt, heck he never even really spoke to girls, but he was definitely willing to make an exception. Because Seungmin never wasted his time on things he deemed unnecessary, but now it seemed that you were necessary in his eyes.

“Call me sometime?” His voice was smaller, much more reserved than his confidence outburst from before.

“My pleasure.” You beamed up at him.

And with that smile Seungmin could now guarantee that you were absolutely necessary.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Cuddles and Confessions 2 | Todoroki x Busty!Reader

Sequel that requests Todobabe and Reader going all the way for the first time since they were so rudely interrupted before.

Original request: The reader has a nature quirk and was training with Recovery Girl. Shoto fell in love with the reader when she was helping him with his injuries, he doesn't know that reader also likes him too. The girls in 1-A caught how the two would always share a loving gaze at each other and decided to make both of them confess.That's all I could describe and you can add anything you like, also you can add a smut in the story if you can.The reader is quite shy about her chest area because it's too big( like Momo's), but Shoto loves to rest his head on it like a pillow.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

Part 1

Wordlessly, Shouto intertwined his arm with yours. You frowned as he assumed the usual position and rested his head against your bust. When you first started dating, you’d complain when he’d unannouncedly do so even in the privacy of your dorm, but you had quickly grown used to him getting his way in that regards regardless of how the others teased you about it. However, he didn’t seem at peace this time as he remained tight and rigid against you, all his concentration on keeping an even breath the way you taught him. 

“Shouto, are you all right?”

“I’m fine, just sleepy,” he answered with a yawn, but you suspected it was more than that. He would never admit that his dreams had been bothering him ever since the scare about his father’s defeat, and it was taking a toll on his health. Though as a healer, you eventually started to notice the signs on your own - the late nights, longer days, the way he threw himself into a routine.

“You know I’m always here for you if something is bothering you…”

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing concerning.”

You kept your disappointment secret as he closed his eyes and rested against you in comfort. Bringing your hand up, you gently combed your fingers through his hair. Kissing the top of his head, you let him sleep this time, hoping it was something little like he said. 

The next morning, you didn't mention that he still was quieter than usual on your walk to school. You really think that talking about it would make him feel better rather than bottling up his feelings, but he hadn’t tried to open up to you. It was the only thing that made you worry about your relationship. He could be more emotionally distant than you realized, and you didn’t want to push him into something uncomfortable since you knew there were some things that were painful for him. You weren’t naïve enough to think that he would tell you everything, but you wish he would so you could figure out how to help. Instead, you felt helpless.

Separating to your designated areas, you ended up studying your general courses in the first aid room. It was a quiet place to do your work when granny was dealing with medical emergencies outside of campus. You heard a knock and placed aside your books to go answer the door. You were surprised to see it was Shouto on the other side.

“Shouto, what are you doing here?”

“It’s lunchtime. You didn’t forget to eat again, did you?” he asked. 

“Oh…well…you see time has been going by so fast…” you answered, earning a sigh from him. 

“I figured as much. I bought this for you,” he said, handing you a carton of his usual strawberry yogurt milk before he made his way to the cot. “Do you mind if I catch up on some sleep in here?”

“Well, actually—” you said but he had already laid down and stilled as he fell victim to exhaustion. You worriedly watched him, wondering how he could reason scolding you to take care of yourself when he wouldn’t do the same. Carefully, you grabbed sheets from the closet and placed them over him, keeping a thinner layer on his left side like he liked. 

You sat at your desk, carefully gazing over him every few minutes to make sure he was okay. About ten minutes in is when the first of his muttering happened, and you quietly stood up to check on him. The sweat was already collecting on his forehead, and the singeing pillowcase was proof enough that his temperature was burning hot. You never felt so scared for him, not since the Sports' Festival. It was unbearable.

“Shouto.” You shook him forcefully in attempts to wake him. Groggily, he opened his eyes, his lips dragging into a scowl as he sat up. “I’m sorry I woke you, but you looked like you were having a bad dream.”

“Ah…it happened again,” he said, wiping the gloss from his skin. He folded his hands in his lap, and you could see that he was lost in thought. A thought he refused to share with you. You sat down next to him, feeling so distant despite being so close, and tenderly you rested your hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” 

“It’s not that important,” he answered, and you swore that you’d be a rich woman each time you heard that from him. “Sorry for interrupting your work.”

“Of course, it’s important. It’s obviously been having a negative effect on you.”

“There’s no need to wind yourself up about it. It’s my problem.”

“You’re my boyfriend. Your problems are my problems,” Shouto sighed, turning away from you. The worst part being he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “Why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Don’t you trust me?” 

“I do.” 

“Then, why?” you asked him with an edge of urgency as you held back your tears. Shouto glanced at you, frowning as he saw you hold back a sniffle. It was the opposite of what he was trying to avoid by not weighing you down with all the issues in his personal life. 

Reaching out, he brushed his thumb under your misty eyes. “I do trust you…I just don’t want to burden you with everything that happens. I don’t usually have a lot of good to talk about when it comes to my family and if you met them right now, it would be a nuisance. What if it’s too much to deal with, and you think it’s not worth the energy to be with me?”

“I wouldn’t think that at all…” you reassured him, draping your hand over his and squeezing warmly. “I love you. I want you to rely on me the same way you do when you’re hurt. If something is bothering you, I want you to be able to share that with me.”

Todoroki blinked at you, closing his mouth as he failed to respond. You looked at him softly, your eyes reflecting with this loving shine that made his heart skip. Your fingers tightened around his hand, but your touch was still so gentle the same as the sweet voice you used to tell him that you loved him. It sounded so lovely to know how you shared that same sentiment that he did. Your feelings had aligned so easily. It wasn’t quite so scary anymore to open up to you.

“…Can you come a bit closer?” Timidly, you agreed and scooted closer. He circled his arms around your waist. Immediately, he cozied up to you like always, dropping his head against your chest.

“Shouto!”

He chuckled. “I like this. Your heart has a nice rhythm. It’s comforting when you hold me like this and stroke my head. I may not talk much, but it helps just being like this with you…Ah…Your beat picked up…” Shouto mentioned, smiling peacefully to himself as he listened to your heartbeat. 

“Well, of course, it did! When you say stuff like that…I…I…” you stammered loudly. Todoroki glanced up at you, watching the shyness grow on your face. He smiled faintly, wondering how he got lucky to be with someone so lovingly adorable. Todoroki shifted up, pulling you closer until you were comfortably seated in his lap. 

“(Name), I want to touch you,” he murmured in your ear and brought his hands up to gently cup your breasts. You gasped as he watched his kneading hands over your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I really hate having to show you such a needy side of myself…”

“There’s no need to apologize…I want to see the different sides of you,” you said, your arousal quickly building as you share a wet kiss. His lips were perfectly smooth and warm against yours. You couldn’t get enough of them. You wished things could be like this always. He pulled away, flushed.

“Stick out your tongue,” he softly demanded, and you readily complied, sliding it out to meet his. They swirled together, his thick tongue glided into your mouth, feeling it with slick heat. He didn’t stop teasing your breasts until the desire to feel your skin against his palms won over, and he started to unzip your nurse uniform and slide it off your shoulders.

His palms brushed over your soft skin, skimming just above the feminine linings of your bra cups. He always lavished you to an embarrassing degree. Though, you were happy to have a boyfriend who liked what you hated so much. You shuddered as he slid his hands inside, his fingers curling around cotton, and he pulled your undergarment down to expose your ample bosom. 

Todoroki flicked your nipples and playfully circled them against the pads of his fingers. He squeezed the lovely (s/t) nubs between his fingers, gently tugging on them until they were stiff little peaks between his fingers. “Your nipples got all puffy fast this time.”

“You always tease my breasts too much that’s why…” you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together. 

“It’s because your breasts are like marshmallows, they keep sucking in my fingers,” he described matter-of-factly. Todoroki cupped and squeezed your flesh again, enjoying how his fingers sunk into your skin as if it were a cushion while you felt a rush of bashfulness. Chuckling, Shouto trailed passionate kisses along your neck and bare shoulder. “You have a very motherly body. It’s really erotic,” he whispered.

“What? Don’t say it like that! Geeze…You’re so embarrassing sometimes…” 

“It’s true.” Carefully, Shouto pushed you onto your back. He hovered above you, unbuttoning his shirt first before moving to undo his belt buckle. “This is what you do to me because you’re so cute.”

You went wide-eyed as he unveiled his risen cock, swollen with the need for your attention, and you realized that you wanted to touch him too. You clasped your hand around him. It was soft but meaty at the same time and readily twitched at your touch. One curious squeeze had his rounded tip oozing precum onto you.

“Ah, it’s coming out,” you said. Shouto held in a heavy moan. His face was flushed a rose shade, and you tested him further by carefully tracing your fingers over spiraled veins. 

He laid down on the side of you, and the two of you faced each other. “You too…” he said, squeezing at your hip and pulling you to a better angle to stroke your cunt. Yearning for more of his rugged fingers, you spread your legs a little wider. You moaned in unison. Your soft whine was drowned out by his deeper moan. 

“Shouto, you’re being too loud,” you giggled. 

“I’m not that loud.”

He huffed lightly, and you don’t think he realized he was actually making heavy groans even as he trembled. You twisted your hands around him. It was sort of slick from his precum and balmy, and you couldn’t stop watching the yielding of his cock in your hand, the foreskin stretching along his shaft with the pull of your palm.

Wanting to touch his muscles, your other hand rested on his chest and lightly stroked his body from his pecs to the bulging muscles of his arm, squeezing the springy muscle every so often. His breath fanned warmly over your face, and you could tell yours was on his as you both panted. “I’m going to cum,” he shortly rasped.

You nodded, holding in a whimper as his fingers twitched inside of your warmth, desperately stroking away as he held back. “W-Wanna do it together?”

“I want to do more than that. I want to feel you around me,” he said, blushing darker. 

“I want that too…” 

The two of you kissed again, stopping your petting to wrap your arms around each other before slowly moving away from one another. Shouto was on top of you. Only hesitating when he saw how vulnerable you looked under him. “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh,” you said, and he cleared his mind of any remaining nervousness with a deep breath. Slowly, he guided himself inside of you. You squeaked as it stretched delicate layers. 

“Are you in pain?”

“I’m in a little pain,” you admitted, sniffling slightly behind your hands as you hid your fluster. He petted headed your head comfortingly. 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you mumbled. Gently, he grasped your wrist and cleared a path to kiss your lips. Your eyelashes fluttered lightly before you closed your eyes and melted into his kiss. 

“I’m going to start moving,” he warned as he worked his kisses across your jaw. You sighed as he rolled his hips into you, pulling out then returning with an effortless thrust into gooey warmth. You felt his head stretch you again, your body wrapping around the round tip before sinking straight down on his smooth shaft.

It was strange. You felt like he was still inside you even when he pulled out, like your pussy was conforming more to his cock with each thrust. It left you full and whining with each back-arching pump.

“You’re making a really sensual face right now. I wish you could see how cute you look with my cock inside of you,” Todoroki said, smiling at you as he watched himself disappear inside of your folds again, the curly tufts of red and white hair lining his pelvis meeting with yours as he sunk himself entirely inside of you. You gasped, choking up as his chubby member ravaged you. 

“It keeps rubbing all inside me.” you moaned, grasping onto his shoulders for leverage. “It’s, It’s like it’s all the way through my stomach.”

Todoroki smiled and sloppily kissed your mouth as you ran your fingers along his back. You rolled your hips to meet his, and the rush of fluids squelched around him, earning a grunt as you slid around him like silk glove over his skin. 

“Shouto,” you tenderly mewled, and he held onto you tighter, keeping your body against his fully. Your hands cupped his face gingerly as you rested your cheek against his and softly panted in his ear. “I love you. I love you,” you chanted between light moans. 

He swallowed thickly. He could burst with emotion from that exact same feeling. Your touch was so gentle, your smell light and flowery, and your eyes always tender and caring when you looked at him. You were all too perfect. “I love you too,” he returned in a whisper. “ I really love you ,” he thought. 

With a hard thrust, he flooded inside of you with a throaty groan, continuing to pump, milking himself inside you until he couldn’t anymore. “It’s really hot,” you quietly mentioned, once again marveling at how wonderfully full he had left you. 

Todoroki laid down beside you, gently trailing his fingers across your rising and falling chest before sliding his hand to rest on your stomach. “(Name)…is your body okay?”

“A bit tingly and it aches a little…but in a good way. I’m really happy,” you admitted with a smile, placing a hand over your chest to feel your own rhythm. “My heart won’t stop beating.”

Todoroki smiled. “Can I hear?”

“Yes, but—” you answered, but you wanted to be able to get covered up first rather than have him place his head against your bare chest. 

“It is loud,” he said happily. “I’m glad.”

“You are?”

“It’s soothing. It reminds me that you’re here with me. I don’t want to lose anyone else.” 

“Is that what’s been troubling you? Because of your dad’s fight? Everything’s worked out. It’s okay now.”

“I know that. It’s still fresh, that’s all,” he explained. 

You hugged him, making him into your little spoon. You caressed his body. “I’ll always be here.” When you felt him relax against you, you had to admit it wasn’t so embarrassing anymore to have him rest on your chest. 

Shouto sighed softly and cuddled you. “Can you write me a sick note? I want to stay like this a little longer.”

“All right, but it’s your fault if we get in trouble.”

Todoroki smiled. “It’d be worth it.”

[mintchanniemint]

Request # 1

"I am a sucker for angst so like... maybe for SKZ, when the reader overheard him saying they are clingy and completely ignore him to respect his decision? that’s like a classic scenario but I love them so much" Thank you for the request, anon!!

I really worked hard for this! I got a bit of inspiration by listening to “I Would” and “Goodbye Winter” by DAY6! I really hope you’ll enjoy reading this, and I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language!

pt.2

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Thursday March 5th, 01:34 p.m

You’ve been working nonstop for the past five hours but you finally decided to give your eyes a break from the bright screen of the computer you worked on. The only good thing about lunch break was to eat something with your boyfriend. You were colleagues, and it was probably thanks to that boring office job that you were able to meet him.

It happened back in October, when he started working there and the boss told you to help him integrate in his new workplace; not one of your favorite tasks, but you had to admit that he was pretty smart and friendly, and the time spent with him was actually enjoyable.

You slowly got closer day after day, when one day he asked you out for a movie, and not only it was a great night, but you couldn’t forget his shy smile when he asked you to “see each other more often, preferably not only at work” and you agreed.

You couldn’t forget the sparkle in his eyes when you kissed him, that evening during the little Christmas party you had at work with other coworkers since you had to work some extra days and some of them decided to bring some drinks and sweets, to make that “I’m working during Christmas” day a bit less sad.

You couldn’t forget his beautiful smile when you started leaving every single morning a little mug of hot chocolate and a warm strawberry jam filled sweet roll on his desk. Those were small things that filled your days with happiness, they made you feel so calm, and somehow, loved. On the other hand, he started leaving a milk candy near your computer as a little ‘thank you’ and he was always there, ready to comfort you whenever you had a rough day. Sometimes he spent the night over at your house, to keep you company, and you would have never forgotten that time you literally ran in the rain to go take care of him when he caught an awful cold.

You were there for each other, you loved each other, and you thought everything was alright.

You really thought nothing was wrong in your relationship, but lately you’ve been feeling a bit different; maybe it was due to the stress at work, but you and Chan argued often, even over really useless things. Although you were always able to solve it all but it was starting to feel slightly annoying. It felt as if you needed something that would make you talk about it with him, but you were scared. You were scared of the consequences, but at the same time you had to do something.

Right when you were heading to the cafeteria to enjoy your lunch, you heard a conversation. Probably a conversation you would have completely erased from your mind if you could. A conversation you never wanted to know it happened. You didn’t expect that at all, you were hoping you somehow misheard. But no, it happened.

“Man, don’t you think y/n’s a bit clingy? I mean, you see each other every single day, at work, too!”

“Tell me about it, sometimes it might be annoying, but, you know, I guess that’s probably normal?”

“Nah, Bang, let me tell ya’… That’s not normal! Too clingy, man! Think about it. See you after break.”

“Yeah…see you!”

You kept walking, tightening the grip on your food box, and slowly headed to the cafeteria.

“Hey!”

You heard his voice, probably calling you. You took a deep breath and kept walking. You don’t really know how you felt, that overheard conversation was able to change your mood completely. You were upset, angry. Angry at him but mostly, angry at yourself.

It wasn’t the first time you heard such words from some colleagues, but this time it hit differently since you heard Chan agreeing to it.

“Oh, you’re finally looking at m-”

You didn’t say a word, ignoring him, but he kept following you.

Once you arrived at the cantine, you sat down at a table near the window, and looked at your boyfriend, sitting beside you.

“You know, Chan. In a relationship there should be communication.”

You cut his words and ate your meal in complete silence. He snorted, already annoyed by the fact that you were probably starting the usual fight over something dumb, but you didn’t even look at him nor said anything else. The atmosphere got really uncomfortable and the only thing you were thinking about was to finish your meal as soon as possible and go back to finish that huge file the boss assigned you that morning. At least you and Chan didn’t work in the same room, otherwise the rest of the day would have been unbearable.

You sighed and lightly slapped your left cheek. Don’t think about that now.

Once you finished your meal, you gave him a quick glance before standing up and leaving the cantine, quickly going to the restroom.

You washed your hands, fixed the round glasses on your nose and quickly combed your hair with your fingers, fixing your blouse and trousers. You took a deep breath and stared at your reflection in the mirror, wondering what you did wrong.

What was so “clingy” and “annoying”? What you thought was a small cute sign of love, was actually something he found annoying?

You went back to the office, but you couldn’t focus properly on your task, your mind full of thoughts about your boyfriend, and a sense of guilt started spreading in you, because you ignored him during your break and left him there without saying a word.

“Ugh… I’m the worst.” you mumbled to yourself while checking some files and information on the server of the office. Your eyes drifting from a page to another, your mind fixed on repeating those words in loop. You just wanted that day to end soon.

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05:06 p.m

“See you tomorrow!”

“Yes, have a good evening!”

You waved goodbye to your friend and put the last few documents left in your small folder, ready to finally leave and go home. You passed your badge the little machine that bipped, signing the time you were leaving, and wore your jacket and scarf. You took a deep breath, and after saying goodbye to some other colleagues you met in the hallways, you finally reached the parking of the building and quickly got in your car.

You sat there for a couple of minutes in complete silence, immersed in your thoughts when you suddenly heard someone knocking on the window of the car, scaring you. You gasped and saw Chan waving at you with a little smile.

You sighed and nodded, telling him to get in.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“… Did… did you forget we went to work together this morning?”

You didn’t answer, you sighed and turned the engine on and drove towards Chan’s home. He didn’t live too far from work, but you thought it was nice to give him a ride since his house was on your way to work.

You turned on the radio because the silence got way too annoying and awkward. The soft and calm voice of a female singer accompanied by the sound of a guitar was filling your ears, nearly able to erase those annoying thoughts that kept flowing in your mind, when suddenly Chan spoke up.

“Weren’t we supposed to go to your house today?”

You blinked and looked at him, quickly finding an excuse.

“Uh… I have a lot of work to do today. It’s better if I go home early.”

You said, tapping lightly on the steering wheel and biting nervously your lip, waiting for him to get off.

Chan nodded, understanding, and before getting off, he left a quick peck on your cheek.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

He whispered gently against your skin before leaving another long kiss on your cheek. You slowly closed your eyes at the familiar softness of his lips but quickly snapped out of it once he left. He waved at you before entering the huge block of flats, and you nodded slowly, driving away to your house.

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08:23 p.m

You were in the living room, laptop, pens and documents all over the table. Working at home wasn’t really that fun but you had to do it since that day you were completely absent and you weren’t able to do much and you kept feeling highly guilty about it.

Not even on purpose, your phone started buzzing. You checked the notifications.

Who the hell says goodbye to their own boyfriend by just… nodding?!

You groaned, annoyed by your own thoughts, and kept tapping on the letters of the keyboard.

You really loved Chan but that exact moment you were hating him because your mind was full of thoughts about him.

Great, a message.

Chan🐺: hey babe. It’s pretty late now so I hope you’re not still working. You might be tired now! Make sure to sleep early.

You sighed and quickly typed your reply.

You☀️: Don’t worry, it’s ok Chan. Make sure to have a good sleep xx

Chan🐺: you seem weird, we’ll talk tomorrow k?

You☀️:Tomorrow I can’t give u a ride, see you though

You put your phone away and kept focusing on your laptop and in a couple of hours you were able to finish everything. It was nearly midnight and you had to go to sleep. You got ready and changed into your pajamas and once in your bedroom, you automatically took your phone to write a goodnight message to Chan, but something stopped you. Maybe it was better not to.

There you are, coward as usual.

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Tuesday, March 10th, 4:50 p.m

You were getting ready to go back home, fixing some files and documents in the office before getting your bag and jacket. You left the room, hoping not to bump into him, but once you were going down the stairs, you froze.

Some days have passed since you decided not to be “clingy” to your boyfriend anymore. You didn’t drive him to work anymore, you didn’t stop at the café to get his breakfast and you tried your best not to annoy him too much. You didn’t want to hear anyone else describing you as “clingy”, but being so focused on that, you slowly started ignoring completely your boyfriend. You didn’t notice how you two were slowly losing each other and he gradually stopped writing you any messages.

It was a horrible situation, but you tried to convince yourself you were doing the best thing for the both of you.

You couldn’t hide the fact you were starting to miss spending time with him, but at the same time, you were afraid. Afraid to face reality. You were avoiding any kind of interaction with Chan since the last thing he told you was “we need to talk”, but that day you couldn’t escape from it anymore.

“Hey, y/n, wait. Please.”

He followed you, he seemed like he was in a hurry, probably he tried for the past week to meet you but you were fast enough not to see him when you were leaving to go home.

He grabbed your hand and looked at you, sadness and confusion filling his eyes. You sighed and slowly nodded, already knowing what was going to happen.

“Let’s go outside.”

You sighed, those lovely memories were starting to hurt you slowly.

Once you were out, the light breeze caressed your face and you started feeling slightly nervous. You both fell into an awkward silence, walking quietly in a small park near your workplace.

While walking, memories started flooding your mind: you looked at a couple of trees, that started blooming, and remembered how you spent entire hours in that park when it was covered in snow, with Chan, talking and laughing.

“You’ve been acting weird lately. I’m sorry I said that. But it was getting pretty suffocating.”

“You should have told me.”

You stopped walking, staring at your own shoes. So you were really having that conversation, huh?

You took a deep breath.

“I know, and I’m so sorry. But you know how we were already arguing over stupid things, I didn’t want to add any more to it.”

“See? You’re already arguing.”

“So you go and complain about your girlfriend with some random colleauge?”

You took a deep breath, not brave enough to look at him in the eyes.

You didn’t say a thing, you just kept looking at the ground, holding your tears, when you suddenly looked at him.

“Maybe… Maybe we just need some time.”

You mumbled, your hands holding tight on your bag.

Chan hummed in response. Silence quickly spreading in a couple of seconds. Neither of you moved nor said anything. You were deeply focused on your own thoughts, but that was the best decision at the moment. You were usually not the type of people to argue or hold a grudge, but that day you both agreed you needed some time to think.

“I’m sorry.”

It was getting a bit uncomfortable, but before parting ways, Chan held your hand shyly, and gave you a long kiss on your lips.

You closed your eyes at the sweet and warm feeling of his soft lips on yours.  

He whispered, caressing lightly your cheek, fixing a lock of hair behind your ear. You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath.

You just needed some time to think, but a sense of fear couldn’t leave you at all.

He looked at you one last time and walked away, his figure getting more blurry and distant as you finally let your tears roll down your cheeks.

[niksixx]

Period

Headcannons for what the guys are like when you’re on your period💕

Requested: By an Anon

*Picture is NOT mine. Found on Google. Credit to the owner.*

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Vince

Okay wait Vince would pamper the shit out of you???

You craved chocolate? Well he’d come back from the store with milk chocolate, white chocolate, dark chocolate, whatever else this man could find, he’d get.

You wanted ice cream? He’d get six fucking flavors because “One second you might want vanilla, but tomorrow you might really want strawberry.” (Fucking sweet ass man !!!)

Baths with rose petals!!!!

He’d watch the sappiest fucking romance movie with you and hand you tissues when you cried.

Vince would definitely be the type of guy to track your period so he could get ready to spoil you.

Little belly kisses!!!

You were normally an early riser, but Vince would always let you sleep in during this time of the month.

He’d still flirt with you on your period and remind you how beautiful you are.

Nikki

Nikki dreaded when you were on your period; There was nothing he hated more.

You were the biggest brat when it was that time of the month, but Nikki would try his hardest to be as patient with you as possible.

“Hey, I know it seems pretty bad, but at least we know you’re not pregnant.” (Lmao c’mon Nikki really?)

“Was that supposed to make me feel better?”

He’d make you breakfast in bed because you refused to move.

Tummy rubs!!! (I’m fucking weak)

He’d always wait a few seconds before answering your questions; He considered his responses carefully, making sure he never said the wrong thing to upset you.

He’d buy you flowers (Cute!!!)

Nikki had read in a magazine that exercising could relieve cramps, so every afternoon you would jog around the neighborhood together.

And then he’d convince you to shower together and he’d just hold you under the warm water, letting it soothe your muscles.

Mick

We all know Mick is a moody motherfucker so when you were temperamental on your period Mick’s irritability would skyrocket but he would do his damn best not to show it.

Mick had no problem getting you tampons or pads; He’d gladly do it if you needed them.

If you wanted to spend the day in bed? Mick was right beside you.

Sometimes he had to physically remove himself from your presence though because of how unpredictable your mood swings were.

“These TV channels suck.”

“I want Chinese food.”

“Fuck this, I didn’t ask to be a woman.”

“Why don’t guys get a period?”

“I really want Chinese.”

“Mick? Miiiiiiiick.”

He was already ahead of you though; The Chinese food was on its way.

Forehead kisses to calm you down and make you happy!!! (I’m fucking soft !!)

He’d massage your back throughout the day, and sometimes it ended up with you falling asleep in his arms.

Tommy

He’d honestly start freaking out for the sole reason that whenever his sister was on her period, she lashed out; He expected the exact same from you.

When you didn’t lash out he was so fucking relieved!!

In all seriousness though Tommy would do his best to cheer you up when the cramps became unbearable.

Lots of cuddles!!

He’d have a heating pad and a cup of coffee ready for you every morning.

If you needed medicine, Tommy was out the door so fast because Lord this man couldn’t stand when you were in pain; You were always so happy and lively.

He’d tell a joke that he thought was funny but it would usually just piss you off.

“I think we should try period sex.”

“Tommy what the fuck?”

He’d make sure all the household chores were done so you could lie down and relax.