#idk how to explain it but kitchen and food and sharing and cooking

[ieirisms]

i CAN’T get over van-del’s to be so fic like— the sheer domesticity of nanasho amplified the tragedy in such an acute way. the scene of her sitting in his kitchen, eating the meal he prepped then thinking to herself that she might not want to eat it all at once because it’s the last thing he made with his own two hands?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

[thrillered]

idk if you are taking request, but if so

is it cool to request surprising spencer in lingerie? doesn't have to get smutty btw just feel like he deserves a lil something

Your Surprise | Spencer Agnew x reader

Slightly NSFW🚨

Pls enjoy ily

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Spencer was a great boyfriend. You loved him very dearly. He was the picture of perfection in your relationship. You had been living together for 3 years and had a comfortable routine.

Lately though, things were weird. 

Spencer had been working a lot more lately. You knew his job was demanding, especially since he got his promotion last year and that his company was working on a few big things right now. 

He was clearly overworking himself and your relationship was feeling the consequences. It was neither of your guys fault, you both were working hard– you worked as a game dev and just finished a large project. 

You used to get home around the same time, now he was getting home over an hour later than you, quiet, tense, and exhausted. You hadn’t been getting more than a kiss hello and goodbye from him in weeks. He was usually a very generous lover and you always tried to give back to him. 

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Spencer had sent you a text around lunch letting you know that the project was getting pushed back by two weeks and he wasn’t sure when he would get home tonight. That was okay, of course, but you were disappointed. 

You had a half day and decided to try and do something extra nice for Spencer. You went to the grocery store and picked up a bunch of fresh ingredients so he would be able to come home to a hot home cooked meal. While you were driving home to begin food prepping you noticed a new clothing store in a strip mall. 

Curiosity got the best of you and you decided to stop in. Most of the clothing wasn’t exactly your style but there were a few pairs of jeans that fit you perfectly and you noticed they had a very nice lingerie section. 

Feeling confident, you tried on a few pairs. You thought a new pair of lingerie would make both you and Spencer feel excited. You both had been very tense, especially Spencer, and your lack of an intimate life lately wasn’t helping. You immediately bought your favorite three pairs, smiling to yourself at the thought of surprising your wonderful boyfriend. 

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Spencer let you know he would be home around 8 pm. It was around 7:40 and your meal was simmering on the stove, filling the space with delicious aromatics. You had a plate of eclairs you made sitting on the counter as well. You went and changed into a pair of your new lingerie. It was a black matching set with silky bows and delicate lace. You felt very confident in it, admiring yourself in the mirror before throwing on a t-shirt and sweats. 

You were plating the meals when you heard his key in the door. 

“Hey babe.” He yelled through your home. 

You walked into the foyer to welcome him. “Hi love.” You greeted, giving him a hug and a kiss. “How was work?” 

“It was rough, I won't lie.” He sighed, taking off his shoes and jacket. “You cooking?” He asked, noticing the aroma in the air. 

“Yeah,” You shrugged, “I wanted to do something nice for you.” 

“Oh babe, you don’t have to do anything, just being here is everything I need.” 

“You’ve been working so hard though.” You said, leading him into the kitchen. “And I assume you haven’t eaten in a while. Come eat, it’s still hot.” 

He sat down with you, enjoying the food you made. This might have been the longest conversation you'd had with him in over a week. You both were laughing and having a great time. You felt incredibly relieved at how the night was going. Your heart felt so full of love. You missed this, you missed being around Spencer.

“Have room for dessert?” You asked, clearing his empty plate.

“You made dessert too?” He asked, a large smile on his face. 

“Of course I did.” You brought out the plate of eclairs, explaining the different flavors you had made. 

You and Spencer shared a few, watching as he taste tested the baked goods. 

“God you are incredible.” He praised. “Everything was delicious, thank you.” 

“Of course babe, you deserve it.” You smiled, wiping some whipped cream from the corner of his lip. “You’ve been so tense lately.” 

You walked around the table, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him before placing a soft kiss on his neck. “Like really tense, wow.” You remarked, feeling the tension in his back and neck. You began massaging away the knots, smiling when he sighed in relief. 

He turned around when you finished, standing and resting his hands on your hips. He moved his hands under your shirt, his eyebrows shooting up when he felt the soft lace. “What's this?” He asked. 

“One last little surprise?” You asked, a flirtatious glint in your eye. 

“Surprise away.” He said breathlessly. 

You grabbed his hand and brought him into your shared bedroom, pushing him to sit in the bed. He sat back, watching you intently. 

Facing away from your boyfriend you slowly stripped off your shirt, revealing the top half of the set, allowing your hair to flow down over your shoulders. You slowly turned around, noting the sharp inhale from Spencer. 

“Holy shit.” He breathed, his pupils dilating. 

“You like it? Wanna see the rest?” You purred. 

He nodded eagerly, brushing a hand over his blushing face. You sauntered up to him, biting your lip slightly. “Help me out?” You asked, gesturing for him to untie your sweats and pull them down. 

He did as you offered, almost salivating looking at you. He was enamored. You looked so beautiful and sexy he didn’t know what to do. “You are so fucking perfect.” He managed to get out, his mind going fuzzy at the sight of you. 

You stepped out of your sweats, doing a playful spin for him. You had barely made it back around to face him before he was on his feet, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You immediately reciprocated, excited by his eagerness. 

He ran his hands up and down your sides, groaning at the silk and lace beneath his fingertips. He had been so busy that he hadn’t really noticed the lack in your intimate life and now that you had lit a spark he felt like he was on fire. He couldn’t get enough of you, his hands were everywhere, heating every inch of you. 

He pushed you towards the bed, laying you on your back. He disconnected your lips, standing above you. You tried to pull him back into you, missing his touch immediately. “Just let me look at you.” He said, trying to memorize every detail of you with eyes full of lust. 

You were laying on your back, your hair splayed out behind you, the soft moonlight accentuating your soft skin and curves. Spencer wasn’t sure he had seen anything more beautiful. You were a work of art, the greatest renaissance painting. He felt so lucky to have you. 

You smiled up at him, blushing under his intense gaze. You ran your hand through your hair and down your torso, landing to rest gently on your hip. “Spencer, I need you, please.” You pleaded, your chest rising and falling with each breath. 

That was all the encouragement he needed, he quickly removed his shirt, revealing his broad chest. In an instant he was back on top of you, slotting his lips in yours. You ran your hands up and down his chest, tracing the line of hair that trailed down his abdomen before reaching his belt. 

With quick and precise fingers you unbuckled the metal, pulling the leather away from the loops in a swift motion. Spencer’s lips left yours, moving across your cheek and down your jaw. You sighed in pleasure as he made his way onto your neck, threading your fingers through his curls that you love so much, pulling on them slightly as he nipped at your pulse point, earning a satisfied groan from him. 

He continued his barrage of open mouth kisses down your body, paying extra attention to the areas covered in lace. With one of his hands holding himself above you he circled the other one under you, massaging the plush skin of your thigh and ass. 

Strained moans got caught in your throat with each touch you shared. Spencer had kissed down your torso, kneeling on the ground in front of where your hips laid. He hooked his fingers around the lacy bottoms of the lingerie set. 

“Wait,” You breathed, stopping Spencer before he could pull the cloth down. “You’re working so hard,” you began pulling him up by his chin and stopping a few inches from your face. “You’re so tense,” You rubbed down his strong shoulders. “Let me take care of you tonight.” 

“You’ve already done so much..” Spencer countered, placing a series of lengthening kisses on your lips. 

“Sh sh sh,” you shushed, shrugging him off. “I love you Spencer, let me make you feel good.” You persuaded, your eyes sparkling with love and passion. “Let me take all the stress away.”

[definitelynuwonhere]

2nd Gen Shawpack Pookies

I’ve had them in my notes for AGES and I’ve still yet to finish a design, but i do intend on creating little skits of them cuz of how much I’ve invested giving them all personalities and pinterest boards. (If this isn’t me exhibiting my deep love for the Redactedverse idk what is)

Some descriptions are longer than the others, I’ve obviously put more thought into certain characters

•Shaw Twins

- both children are sadly ungifted in the kitchen, despite the fact that David has made them his little helpers when since they were little. Multiple flames have been put out because of them.

-Both do share a love for nature like their father.

Gabriella Shaw (Gabby)🫶🏻

- Angel carbon copy with a dash of Gabriel’s silliness and courage, which always made David smile.

- Natural born Leader. Despite being the eldest child (4 fucking minutes) David has never burdened them with the responsibility or thought of inheriting the business. She stepped into the leadership role on her own, with more brighter approach, personality wise.

- Rollerskates, Angel started taking her to roller rinks since age 6 and she loves taking Lyss and KC with her

Callum Grey Shaw 🌱

-Yes he’s named after the sweet Caelum. David wanted to commemorate his childhood friend.

- Inherited David’s resting bitch face, if you point it out he’ll even growl like he does.

- Great Observer. Because his sister was the more outgoing one of them, he was always the listener, making him more emotionally aware, noticing things most people miss.

- Loves sitcoms. He’s probably watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine so many times he can name episodes in order. This also translates his love for the security company his dad runs. Always begging David to take him to work with him. (I think we know who inherits the company)

•Talbot Troop

-Asher is the only one I picture having multiple kids with a range of age gaps.

-No doubt the most outgoing ones of the pack.

August Talbot (Auggie) 🍕

- Foodie

- Life of the party, stealin’ hearts with his million watt smile

- DDR is his sport

Kelcee Talbot (KC/CeeCee) 🧠

- Designated driver of the group

- Straight A student. When she was young she’d share all the interesting facts she’d pick up on to her parents and it always astounded Asher, how she can command a room, especially being the SOMEWHAT, mellow one among the three.

Oliver James Talbot (OJ/Ollie) 🪲

- Very inquisitive

- Youngest of the pack (the only 7yr old in a group of 17 year olds)

- Has a special bond with Alyssa

•Greer Icon

Alyssa Marie Greer 💥

-Now while i think of Milo and SW as the D.I.N.K (dual income, no kids) couple, and i will somewhat always think that, but— this name crossed my head and I just cannot let it go. IT HONORS MARIE OK—

-Unsurprisingly is always the best dressed. Milo is very proud.

-Has a very ‘takes no bull personality’ making them the most intimidating out of group.

- Plays archery competitively

- Straightforward

-Weirdly great with babies, explains her close bond with Oliver

•Collins

Sean Riley Collins 🥐

- aka Peace Officer Collins

- The code name speaks for itself, he is very much like his old man when it comes to ensuring his friends don’t do anything stupid, and in the very common occasions they do, he of course serves them with a patented Collins lecture.

- He may be half vamp, but that doesn’t mean he has to have a mundane food pallet, this man can COOK and bake, a soft, crispy shelled sourdough being one of his specialties

•Solaire

Hugo Solaire 🎭

- theater kid

- sarcastic, confident, somewhat frivolous, despite his royal status, which gets him in trouble for

- May or may not have a thing for the alpha’s daughter.

- Like Vincent, he’s mostly only close to the Collins’ but has occasionally hanged out with the shaw pack.

[4thenookie]

Hi hi i heard you wanted some headcanons!! As always this is /lh, not meant to be taken that seriously, agree to disagree, yada yada all that good jazz lmao. Most of them are pretty crack-y in nature as well, they're just meant for fun lol. And with that, I'll compile my miles long headcanon list into (mostly) sorted by character for everyone's convenience lmao

- starting off strong with trans EJ! Idk why but do headcanons really need a reason? (I do know why) (i like to make my blorbos suffer 💖) (and also [diverges your neuros] [transes your genders] [homos your sexuals]). Also biromantic asexual king

- more EJ because he's THE blorbo. Boy is british asf and he knows BSL and is learning ASL. Touch averse as well. I feel like EJ would actually be a decent if not great cook.

- EJ purring like a cat when he's content/happy? I think yes! Also has a tail with one of those tail tuft thingies? Kinda like lions if you know what i mean. And the pointy ears (peak character design yaknow)

- moving on. I feel like Jeff knows how to play an instrument. Probably electric guitar. He also has like a bajillion band t-shirts. Jeff also likes to take long, hot showers but hates to comb his hair lol

- while Brian cooks food so bad/raw it could as well just still be alive, Toby is either a great cook or a disaster in the kitchen with seemingly no indicator for which one it's going to be on any given day. I'm talking managing to burn a pot of water one day and cooking a michelen star worthy meal the next.

- Kagekao is actually fluent in English and speaks and understands it perfectly, he just refuses to speak it. He takes great amusement in watching other people lose their minds over this

- speaking of languages, i feel like Toby would be bilingual if not multilingual. He speaks English and German, maybe even Spanish if we're going the multilingual route

- also. Oh my god. The generational difference between BEN "memelord who quotes vines like there's no tomorrow" Drowned and Slenderman is just. I cant stop laughing thinking about it. Any given conversation between these two is just a gamble on who is going to lose it first

- BRVR is kinds Lost Silver's pet but also not really? Like he just kinda goes wherever but Lost Silver mainly takes care of him

- LJ he/it truther

- Me and a friend came up with this which probably explains why it is cracky as fuck but hear me out. Jeff as a makeup artist. He made Slender look like Beyonce once. No one knows how he did it and how he's not dead (the answer, as my friend said, is "no one can hate Beyonce")

- i feel like Toby, BEN, and Jeff would be like. The chaos trio. God knows what will happen when you put the three of then alone in a room together

- i also feel like Brian sunburns really easily.

- Tim is one of those dads that wants to leave in the middle of the night for road trips / holidays to avoid the traffic jams

Hope this makes even a bit of sense and i hope you enjoyed whatever my brain spewed at me lol if u ever wanna share more headcanons or talk about blorbos or share character slander (looking at Brian and LJ (affectionate)) feel free to dm me!! (I dont mind i promise lol /lh)

hi!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg these are so so so real thank you for sharing them with me!!!! ill go into some more detail under the cut :)

to be honest, i can kinda see trans ej being real now that you mention it, ill definitely think about that a lot!! and i also hc him as asexual!!!! :)

im british and i claim ej as one of us lmaooo

i absolutely agree w the purring thing!!! i think ej does a lot of cat things idk :)))) i love all of your ej headcanons!!!

tbh i can see jeff either playing electric guitar like you said or maybe drums?? just any instrument he can go ham on when hes mad lmao

in my hc he has the worst case of chronic greasy hair and he doesnt want to do anything about it

cooking hcs are so real brian can NOT cook!!!!!!! toby will either serve you some 5 star gourmet shit or some rotten takeout he found during a dumpster dive

omg omg omg I hardly see anybody talk about kagekao!!!!!! i totally agree he would do that lmaooo

idk if its canon or not but i read somewhere that tobys German so i totally agree that hed be bilingual!!!

oh my god BEN whos native language is memes meets grandpa slendy that would be so funny

in 4 words youve converted me into a fellow he/it LJ truther!!!! could we consider he/it ej too? maybe??

ik you said it was a cracky hc but i can actually kinda see jeff being good at makeup??? like one of those things where he tries it once and it's the most drop dead gorgeous makeup look you've EVER seen and everyones like how did you do that

toby BEN and jeff are an absolute riot when rheyre together lmao

omg i never thought about it but brian sunburning super easy is so real!! and in summer he always wears sunglasses so he has like an unburnt patch on his face where his sunglasses were yk??

OMG YES LMAOOOOO "guys get up our flights in 10 hours WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he would 100% have a checklist or 3

thank you so much for sharing these with me!! i hope you dont mind me adding my own thoughts lol but theyre so much fun to think about!!!! if you ever wanna slander lj and brian with someone feel free to dm me lmao!!!!!! take care <33333

[riveranova]

(A/N): Some IkePri as Roommates Headcanons, because my own roommate is making me want to eat my cactus. :,)

The IkePri Guys as Roommates x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: Nokto's a lil bit Spicy, honestly mostly crack

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word count: 1.044

Gilbert von Obsidian

honestly, menace

i'm 100% sure that he does not know how to cook

doesn't he like to poison peoples food? yeah.

but like, hes not doing it on purpose - he has this really cool game of thrones cookbook which he uses for almost all his meals

hes having three mental breakdowns and calls his mother two times which results in her just not answering the phone anymore

has no problem with asking you for help tho

when you enter the kitchen you have to look twice at what he made

,,Idk why it's so orange, I didn't even use orange ingredients!''

You get my point

otherwise hes actually very nice to you

hes still the kind of guy who would laugh his ass off if you fell before helping you up

hes keeping a clean room and follows the cleaning plan for your apartment

i imagine him to get cold SO easily - like you'd rather catch this man dead than with an open window in winter

80/100 would roommate again

Silvio Ricci

*sigh*

the complete opposite of Gilbert

hes using those italian roots

dont you fucking dare cook without him because lo' and behold, this man cooks like he worked with Gordon Ramsay his entire life

he insists on wearing his rings tho no matter what hes cooking which results in him cursing like a sailor every five minutes

husband material in the kitchen

the rest,,, not so much

i imagine that he does clean but like BARE minimum

like, the barest - the line is ON THE FLOOR

vacuuming the floor but not under furniture, that bad

he doesnt get why, he never sees it anyways and he has better things to do

i think his rooms smells very good, like eros from versace

problem is, it smells A LOT

so now your entire apartment smells like eros from versace

if you have a sensitive nose, I'm sorry for you

60/100 would roommate again

Keith Howell

okay so lets say Keith is uh,,, less fucked up

he mostly keeps to himself but if he needs something, he asks you

you don't know how he does it but you never hear a peep out of his room - as if he just sleeps 90% of the day

hey, maybe he does - i could almost relate

if you guys get along well, hes actually a really sweet man

his actions speak louder than his words tho

you need something build? ask Keith! you need something carried up (or down) the stairs? ask Keith! there is a fucking huge spider in your room? ...run, because Keith wouldnt touch that thing for the life of him

i imagine that hes as quiet as he is because my man is studying

straight A student but is shit at explaining things so he can't really help you

you both end up crying if he tries to exlpain math to you

80/100 would roommate again

Sariel Noir

it feels like your living with your grandma

in the most amazing way possible

dont get me wrong, i love Sariel but I'm 100% sure that this man would act like an old lady

he loves these really old tablecloths that look like this

puts them everywhere too - on your kitchentable, on the little drawer by the frontdoor and i BET the even has them on his desk

like omg little versions of them for his flowers and like little pots with random shit in them

i bet he makes them himself too

hes way to old to be a student but for the sake of this, lets say hes in his 20s

also a straight A student and, obviously, really great at tutoring

you guys share the same classes and that saved your ass more than once

he takes the tutoring seriously, very seriously

he doesnt whip you when you fail, he rather makes you do chores around the house for longer than you'd have to

90/100 would roommate again

Rio Ortiz

puppy dog boy l

i can't not see him as anything else

you guys knew each other before you moved in together

when you told him that you needed a roomie, he made sure that he would be the one moving in with you

obviously in love with you, doesnt even hide it

makes sure youre never hungry, everything is clean

i'm sure that even if you guys had a cleaning plan, he'd just clean before you have the chance to

simp

also, a yes friend

dyeing your hair? yes. cutting your hair at 2am as a result of a mental breakdown? yes. randomly rearranging your bedroom? yes.

loves to cuddle

spends a lot of time in the living room, waiting for his pray (you) to fall into his trap (the sofa) to be violenty (softly) ripped apart (cuddled)

you have to remind him to relax once in a while, hes not your butler after all

100/100 would roommate again

Clavis Lelouch

*sigh_pt.2*

i mean, at least it doesnt get boring around him

opposite of Keith, hes loud as fuck in his room

watches 'try not to laugh' challenges only to laugh 90% of the time

he loves to prank you (really now)

he once put bleach in your shampoo but ended up using it himself on accident

he played it off as planned, mastertrapper clavis doesnt fail

doesnt cook for himself, he snatches food from you

tried his hand at baking and it actually turned out good

it looked like a disaster

he ruined the taste by putting random shit in it to prank you

,,don't worry, it tastes better than it looks!!'' *hides the tuna can behind his back*

youre actually the one tutoring him

he finds studying boring af so he just doesnt do it

straight B student because the universe is unfair

his room is a mess which follows him wherever he goes

60/100 would (think twice about) roommate again-

Nokto Klein

:I

fuckboy (in the most insulting way possible)

i cant keep defending this man

isnt home, like ever

only if he brings people home

no matter the gender, he brings them home

results in you having a lot of akward run-ins

is also really loud in his room for.. reasons

definetly tried to fuck you once and even if you say no, the flirty-teasy remarks never stop

he'd never disrespect you in any way tho

if you look past his fuckboy-self, hes actually a gentleman

if hes home, that is

helps you with homework (if hes home)

cooks you food if you dont have time (if hes home)

you dont know where he is, you guess that hes partying

hes with his family - mostly Licht

due to,,, problems,, he and Licht hat to stick together

hes still visiting bars after

40/100 would (really question myself if we) roommate again

[softxsuki]

Hi Han ;) for your valentine's event.. could I please request too? I hope you're okay btw! I love your writing and can't wait to read more! <3

Id like a Beelzebub obey me X female reader valentine's letter story please!

The pet names I really like are marshmallow and well.. any food related things in general, especially cause it's Beel TT i know he'd do that

I would like the letter to be about Beel writing how proud he is of reader and how he really wants me to also be sure to eat well enough. I have massive struggles with my self image and my eating pattern is still a mess. I feel like Beel would be such a great support and he would never get mad when I try and it doesn't go as planned.. idk why but i really like the thought of him taking care of me.. despite me being a people pleaser myself.

I want our relationship to be romantic and very close. Like a few years in a relationship already?

I already feel like I wrote too much but I imagine going home (our shared home) and finding the letter and how he's a lil later than usual cause he's getting groceries and how he's gonna cook dinner and just fneidneje once he's home.. I cry from his cute letter and he's worried but I explain why I cry and djwndkdjjs

Is this too much?? SORRY

BUT THANK U

Beelzebub's Comforting Letter To His Girlfriend

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 (CLOSED)

Pairing: Beel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of food, eating problems

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 700

Summary: In which Beel isn't home when you arrive home and you find the letter he left for you

[A/N: Suzy <3 I hope you enjoy. Thank you always for your support!]

You switch on the light to your shared home with Beelzlebub, just arriving back home after a long day of seeing your family. He had followed you from the Devildom, not wanting to be apart from you ever again. He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you’d let him, hence why you were now living together.

Though, the usual bright space was now dark, meaning no one was home. Odd, since Beel was usually there before you. You shrug it off though and continue into your home, closing the door behind you and making your way into the kitchen.

A piece of paper that wasn’t there this morning is hung up on the refrigerator, so you go over to inspect it. It reads;

Dear Marshmallow,

Happy Valentine's Day! I went out to the grocery store to buy some things to cook for dinner (and extras in case the ingredients don’t last the walk home). I want to make you something special for dinner and some other treats as well, but those are a surprise.

I just want to tell you that I’m proud of you. I know you’re struggling with maintaining healthy eating habits, but I see how hard you’re trying. You know you’re not alone, right? I want to help you feel better about your situation. I know I’m not exactly the best example because I eat too much and I don’t want you to feel like you’re not eating enough, but I can try to do better for you.

We can eat together at your pace–whatever you want, but tonight I’ll make your favorite and we can take our time eating it together. Whatever you can’t finish, I’ll finish it for you, cupcake. 

You’re doing so well, I can’t be prouder of you. My beautiful marshmallow, I could just eat you up (but I won’t or else I’ll miss you :( ) Don’t be frustrated, it’ll take time to get to where you want to be, but we’ll figure it all out as we go. You can do it! I’m cheering you on. 

I hope you enjoy dinner, along with another little surprise I have for you!

I’ll be home soon!

Love,

Beel <3

As you finish reading your boyfriend’s letter to you, you wipe the few tears that had fallen from your eyes. You’ve been struggling with eating properly for a while and each time you couldn’t eat enough, you always felt guilty. You had no idea Beel was paying attention to you all this time. He was more observant than you thought. 

You jump slightly as the front door opens and all you hear is chewing as Beel walks into the kitchen. Many shopping bags are hanging on his arms as he walks in, but they’re all abandoned as he sees the tears running down your cheeks. 

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He’s inspecting you for injuries, worried about you right away.

“I’m sorry, I’m okay really. Just a little emotional,” you sniffle as you reassure him, “I just finished reading your letter. It was very sweet, thank you.”

He sighs in relief, bringing you into a hug and kissing your tears away. Wordlessly, he turns away for a second, taking something out of one of the bags he brought and gives it to you.

They were flowers–Tulips to be exact. 

“The woman at the store told me they symbolize happiness, romance, and prosperity. All things I want for us, so I got them. They also reminded me of you, very pretty,” he explains.

“They’re lovely, sweetie. Thank you so much,” you kiss his cheek with gratitude, feelings blessed to be so loved by this man.

He melts under your touch, pulling you in for more. He can’t get enough of you. It’s only when his stomach growls that he finally pulls away, remembering the groceries he bought.

You spend the rest of the evening in the kitchen together, cooking. He ends up feeding you (and himself) a few snacks in between that he knows will sit well in your tummy. Beel always wants the best for you and he wants to make sure that you know how proud he is of you.

It was a simple, yet pleasant evening together <3.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[seraphim-soulmate]

man idk why my roommate telling me to take up less space is getting to me so much. like it feels like a bomb has been set off in my chest and im just running on trauma response. I mean I guess I did get threatened with physical violence last month from a previous roommate who seemingly hated me for reasons I could not understand and now this other roommate that has beef with me is using some of the same rhetoric that this previous roommate was.

he's decided to go on a crusade against the fact that I have extra furniture that I brought in, before he was in this colocation, to store my things, as agreed upon with the roommates that were there at the time bcs the existing space we had wasn't enough- and I needed my things physically accessible to me. But anything he says, he says it as if he's speaking for the entire colocation. Which he isn't. The rest of the roommates share that they don't share his beliefs behind closed doors to me privately, but won't actually stand up for me when he's saying shit in the group chat or in-person.

And it's scary because explaining my disability to him isn't going to change anything, he wants more space, he wants my space, and nothing I can say to him will make him change his mind. He's set himself up as defender of everyone else in the coloc and characterized me as this selfish asshole who's unwilling to listen to reason. And actually, I can't understand his reasoning or his logic firstly, because he's being confrontational so my brain is shutting down while he continues speaking and while I try to decipher what he's trying to say and secondly, because what he's saying doesn't make sense to me and no one else agrees with him! Because what he's saying, isn't actually what he means. He's saying "we should all have equal space" and what he means is "I need more space for my things". And I'm scared of trying new things- I'm scared of being IMPOSED new things!! That also requires that I have to rethink how I can reorganize things in a way that would be accessible to me.

Idk if it's a fear that everyone would have, of being told you're taking up too much space and have to find a way to reorganize your things? but being disabled makes things so hard. eating is so hard. buying food and cooking is so hard. doing my dishes means I have to go lay down for 30 minutes afterwards bcs the pain is so bad. The idea of making things less accessible to me is terrifying, because I then won't have energy for the other, much more important things I need to do anyways. I have to save up my spoons and so I've set my food up in a way that maximizes spoon retention. Since he isn't disabled, he doesn't know what I go through on the daily, so his suggestions aren't adapted to my needs. And he doesn't understand that I'm not going to make my life harder just because he isn't willing to find another solution to fit his fucking pans into the common space.

He keeps going on about having "equal spaces" but the cabinet spaces in the kitchen AREN'T EQUAL. making it literally impossible for us to be sharing equal spaces. And in any case, it's just a pretense for his own needs- that he wants more space. And I don't fucking get it, there is space in the kitchen that he can use and that IS accessible to him?? I've PROPOSED solutions to him that he just keeps turning down without having any actual justification for!

[can-of-pringles]

Writing down random details that Arith and Iriel like about each other for the ✨character development✨ (in no particular order)

Arith's favorites about Iriel:

The little sound Iriel makes when she wakes up and stretches. He thinks it sounds cute.

When she smiles and it makes her eyes crinkle (I know I'm probably not explaining this well but idk)

When she absentmindedly pushes her hair behind her ears.

When she hums.

How she laughs.

When she wears black clothes and they match.

When she gets him flowers as a surprise.

How her personality can brighten up a room.

How selfless she is.

Iriel and swords. No further explanation needed.

When she stims by ruffling her wings.

How the tip of her nose and ears are red when she's out in the cold.

How she'll curl up in a blanket once it's out of the dryer and warm.

When she's reaching for something high up and he'll get a little peek of her midriff (he faints /j)

When he's sitting down and Iriel tilts his head up by her fingertips and kisses him.

The expressions she'll make while reading something.

When she puts her hair up in a ponytail.

How when she's reading over something like instructions or things like that, she'll sorta mutter it under her breath as she skims it trying to find the part she's looking for.

How grumpy she can be in the morning. He thinks it's funny.

When she becomes hyperfixated on something and tells him all about it.

When she becomes focused on something and her brows knit together.

How she'll occasionally pace around while thinking.

The grin on her face when she gets an idea/solution to a problem.

How determined she is usually.

When she sorts through her collections of things.

The little notes she leaves places so she can remember certain stuff.

How she'll fidget with the corners of blankets by bending it and running the tip under her thumb nail. (Hard to explain but it's a stimming thing)

When her outfits are coordinated.

When she wears belts or accessory chains around her waist.

Whenever they write each other letters and her's are always with great detail.

When she ties jackets around her waist.

When she sings along to songs on the radio.

When she decides to be the extra flirty one instead for a bit.

When he can hear pure excitement in her voice.

When she wears perfume.

When he sometimes finds her laying down on a really soft rug in her home, doing like a snow angel but instead carpet (it's about the texture!)

When she sits on the kitchen countertop and keeps him company while he cooks.

When she weaves flowers into her hair or wears a flower crown.

How her eyes look like halos.

When she talks in her sleep.

When the sleeves of the sweaters she wears are long enough to cover her hands.

When he gets to see her do her job and help humans, usually healing them.

Iriel standing in sunlight and looking like she's practically glowing.

When she's basically unphased when eating spicy foods (Arith is both impressed and jealous by this)

How sometimes when she's bored she'll start to doodle on corners of pieces of paper.

When she uses emojis while texting.

When she wears suits.

When she reads outloud to him.

Her collection of pressed flowers.

When deer!Iriel just stares at him with those big doe eyes.

When she wears eyeliner.

How festive she gets around holidays.

When while they're watching something she'll point out a fact about it (if she knows about it)

Whenever she sleeps she does the "dead/dinosaur wrist" thing whatever it's called (a thing most autistic people do where they'll sleep with their wrist bent curled up)

When she wears lip gloss.

Arith getting back the shirts or sweaters Iriel occasionally steals from him (because they remind her of him) and they smell like her perfume or have small golden strands of her long wavy hair caught on the fabric.

When she shares memes with him.

When she does the skirt/dress twirl.

How confident she is at riding horses.

How she'll say hi to animals if given the chance. Random pet dogs she sees, a friendly stray cat, etc.

How she reacts when he kisses the back of her neck.

When she insists on taking in some animals in bad conditions/situations and looks after them temporarily until they find a home.

When she paints her nails in different color combinations.

Her probably inventing the whole "name a good/positive thing about yourself and send it to ten people" trend.

When she watches documentaries about angels/biblical topics and giggles at how inaccurate a lot of them are.

When she's having a Disney princess moment™ and slightly befriends the local bird population.

When she taps her foot along to music she's listening to.

When it's summer and she drags him along to the beach /j and he actually ends up having a good time there with her.

When she discovers cosplaying and kinda gets into the hobby on occasion.

How she uses the angel emoji a lot 😇

How she practically melts whenever he gives her massages after a long hard day at work.

When she shares her skin care facial masks with him.

Iriel wearing cute hats.

How she'll stay awake with him if he can't sleep.

When Iriel kisses his fingertips.

When they're laying in bed at night and he hears her quietly laughing to herself while she looks at memes on her phone.

How whenever he brings up a new interest and she ends up researching everything she can about it as a surprise.

How the places she lives seem to feel like genuine places of sanctuary and make him feel calm.

How they'll go on walks together at night when one of them has too much energy to rest (it's usually Iriel that does)

When she's so excited and happy to see him she runs and kinda jumps into his arms.

Iriel's favorites about Arith:

The occasional times when Arith will genuinely laugh.

The nicknames he calls her (even the lighthearted teasing ones)

When he goes on an infodumping tangent about whatever.

When there's extra moisture in the air and it makes his hair fluffier.

When he "steals" her earrings to wear.

The subtle ways he makes her feel safe.

When she holds her hand out and he automatically takes it.

How he's secretly a softie.

When he wraps his coat around her.

How he's usually not afraid to be different compared to his coworkers.

When he acts dramatic when he's called nice or good.

How much he likes to lounge (bonus if he's laying with his head on her lap)

The way he'll stick the tip of his tongue out in the corner of his mouth when he's concentrating on something occasionally.

"Have you seen my headphones?" They're on your head "oh, right"

When he pulls out chairs for her.

When he paints his nails.

When he absentmindedly runs his hand through his hair.

"This [insert random thing] made me think of you"

How passionate he can be.

When he tells her things about his hobbies.

When his hair is long enough that he can put it into a tiny ponytail if he wants. (Though of course his hair has been different lengths over the years, sometimes about the little ponytail hits different)

When he fidgets with his rings (when he wears them)

When she catches him unguarded and he's probably curled up sleeping maybe taking a nap. Something about him in this state makes him look so innocent, Iriel knows he'd get annoyed if she said anything though.

When he'll occasionally play video games and she watches him play (bonus if they play together)

When he yawns. (Yes she finds it cute)

When he's trying to think of a specific word and he does that quick stimmy vague hand gesture thing that people do until he remembers the word.

When he wears crop tops.

How sarcastic he is.

When he points out stars and constellations to her.

When they're listening to music and he's holding her close and she can feel vibrations of him humming.

His fuzzy happy trail

Some of his moles/freckles.

How he'll unknowingly pull her closer while they are sleeping.

When he kisses her after eating blackberries and/or blueberries.

His voice in the early morning being a little deeper than usual.

The shape of his nose.

When they're holding hands and she gives his hand a reassuring/comforting squeeze and he does it back.

The rare times when he wears t-shirts.

When he wears long-sleeved shirts and rolls up the sleeves showing his forearms.

When he plays the piano.

When he absentmindedly traces patterns with his finger on her skin while they're cuddling.

When he uses his powers to make snowflakes.

When he lightly teases by mentioning he's taller than her, only for her to remind him that he's only like an inch taller or something like that.

How he has the ability to walk on top of snow no matter what shoes he's wearing.

How fluffy he is as a wolf/some kind of big black dog.

The rare instances where he has a bit of stubble.

"Let's compare the sizes of our hands" "this is just an attempt at you trying to hold my hand" "maybe..."

When Iriel doesn't feel well and feels too warm, Arith placing his cold hands on her face to help. (He has that cool rag on the forehead effect /j)

His tattoo.

When it's obvious that he's blushing because he's pale af.

How he can be really gentle when he wants to, like with some baby animals (bonus, with Kaia too)

When he shares earbuds with her.

The calming sound of his breathing while asleep.

How he's secretly ticklish (only Iriel knows this)

The shape of his lips.

When he's able to sleep peacefully throughout the whole night (he does get the occasional trauma related nightmare)

When he smokes on occasion but makes sure to respect whatever boundaries she has about smoking at her place/area.

When he changes out the laces in his boots to something other than black.

His super fluffy looking eyebrows.

When they feed the birds together.

How much he genuinely enjoys snow.

When he tries to explain the "cinematic complexities" of the movie Frozen.

When wolf!Arith's back leg accidentally starts going when Iriel scratches him.

When he basically acts as a weighted blanket for her.

How he respects her choice to use miracles sparingly.

When wolf!Arith returns from a run and shakes the snow from his coat.

When he let's her on occasion comb his hair.

When he rests his head on her shoulder.

How he'll add whipped cream to her hot chocolate when he makes the drink for her.

When he takes time to cook food from scratch.

When he thinks he's been super dastardly evil and in reality he's like trolling on Twitter. (She finds it funny.)

How he'll come home from a long day at hq and he asks for a hug.

When he offers to use his powers to put an ice cube in her super hot super (it's a very simple thing but she appreciates it nonetheless)

Arith wearing eyeshadow.

When she sometimes hears him humming a song.

When he helps her put on necklaces like with the clasps.

How his house(s) almost always smell like candles.

Wolf!Arith cuddles.

When he surprises her by learning one of her favorite songs on the piano.

How he'll always be there for her through every thing, and she'll do the same for him.

[cryptidsurveys]

Thursday, August 22nd, 2024.

What were you doing before you started taking this survey? I was making art while listening to an Oh Lordy, It's Jordy video, and before that I was out to lunch with my parents.

Do you live somewhere where it’s completely safe to walk alone at night? No. When I was younger, I would have said mostly yes. However, these days, it's gotten to the point where my dad won't even take his pre-dawn walks.

Would you rather be able to talk to animals or be fluent in every language? I think being able to talk to animals has the potential to be…if not depressing, then somewhat overwhelming. Especially at the animal shelter. Sure, I would be able to convey certain things to them (that they're safe here, that they will one day be adopted into a loving home, etc), but being able to understand all their fears and frustrations…idk. It just reminds me of mind reading and that's a skill I would absolutely hate to possess. I guess I'd rather be fluent in every language.

Does your kitchen have a pantry? We have a tall cabinet that we call "the pantry," but we don't have a walk-in type of thing.

Do you live below your means? Or do you spend every penny you have? My dad and I share our incomes, and we live well within our means.

What are some foods you enjoy cooking? I don't really enjoy cooking anymore. I used to love being creative with my food, but I've lost the passion for it. I still have a slight interest in baking, but I think it's more the idea of baking or enjoying the end product and not the act of baking itself. Maybe I'll give it a try this holiday season and see how I feel about it.

Have you ever watched Battlestar Galactica? I don't think so.

Can others often tell what you’re feeling by your facial expressions? Alex can always tell when I've smelled something gross at the shelter because she'll be like, "OMG, YOUR FACE!!!" ;D When it comes to other expressions, I think people might be able to glean something if they really looked me in the eyes, but just in passing…I'm not sure.

Have you ever interviewed a job applicant at your workplace? I haven't.

In your opinion, what is it that makes someone a good person? Integrity (which I know is an overly simplistic cop-out of an answer, but I don't feel like getting all descriptive or philosophical about it).

Are you happy with the life you’re living? There are aspects I would like to change or improve, but overall, yes. Sometimes I feel stressed out and exhausted, but my general state of being seems to be one of contentment. Life just feels so much richer than it did in the past, so much more…and it's hard to explain how it both fills me up and wears me out at the same time. I'm still learning how to balance.

How do your political beliefs compare to those of your parents? My dad and I have fairly similar beliefs. We don't agree on everything, but we can respectfully allow for differences in opinion. My mom tends to lean on buzzwords and rhetoric, but when we can get beyond that and have a true discussion, then we seem to have a fair bit in common as well.

What do you think of the Baby Boomer generation? Nothing. I mean, everyone is different. I don't think stereotyping an entire generation as a certain characteristic helps anyone, tbh. <- Same. I don't like the way the generations are being pitted against one another. It's just pointless blame-shifting and it doesn't solve anything.

Have you ever gone over 3 months without shaving/waxing your legs? I can't even remember the last time I shaved my legs.

Are you high-maintenance? Naw.

What was the last non-fiction book you read? I don't recall.

Would you ever consider being a foster parent? No. I have absolutely no desire (or ability) to be a parent.

Are you able to crack any of your joints? I can crack the hell out of my neck.

What’s your favorite movie genre? Sci-fi, fantasy, psychological thriller, horror…

What’s something that’s been on your mind a lot lately? A whole lot of personal growth/self-improvement stuff. Trying to figure out how to get to the "next level," so to speak.

What was the last thing someone asked you for advice on? It wasn't an outright request for advice - it was more like a back-and-forth discussion - but Kristen and I spoke the other day about dealing with Diane.

Have you ever kissed 3 or more people in the same day? No.

What’s your opinion on lottery tickets? Waste of money, or no? I would personally consider them a waste of money. However, I will occasionally do crossword scratch tickets with my mom.

What are some things that make others cry, that don’t make you cry at all? I'm not sure about crying, but I do find that I'm less emotionally moved by world events than most people. Perhaps that makes me selfish or callous, but I can't force myself to feel something that I just…don't.

Are you a very detail-oriented person? Or are you better at seeing the big picture? I think I'm more of a big picture person. I can focus on the details if I have to, but I'm better at putting them into a broader context. Like, does this thing really matter in the grand scheme of things, etc.

Do you have any upcoming plans with friends? No.

What was the last picture message you received, and from whom? I'm not sure.

Have you ever swam in a saltwater pool? No.

What kinds of leisure activities did your family do together when you were growing up? We would regularly go hiking and camping, visit the zoo, spend the day at Rock Canyon (swimming area near the reservoir), attend my sibling's sports games, go see films, go to the park, etc.

What color suits you more: teal or black? Black.

What continent do you live on? North America.

[evacado3]

Hii!! I want to request a fic(･´з`･)

dg with an always sleepy fem!reader who is always sleeping on the most random places?? Like, in the park, in bathtub, the kitchen, etc.

I was obsessed with this man, and since I always sleep on the most random places and time(i don't know why, it just happens) so, I want to know on like, how would DG treat his lover??

Tysm!! Have a nice day <3

Goddamn it's so hard to write for Dg I swear I have a problem with this guy, like I admit he's hot but I can't find myself liking him idk UGH I wanna like him so bad ;-;

Sleepy lover

Word count: 1011

"AAAH DG!" "DG PLEASE LOOK OVER HERE!" "DG WE LOVE YOU!"

The idol waved at his fans, walking out of a luxurious shopping mall. He only wore a sleeveless black shirt with ripped jeans, it was such a casual fit but somehow still manages to stand out in the large crowd. The cheering didn't stop as he got back in his car, more screams and cries came out as they begged him not to leave.

Dagyeom was used to this kind of lifestyle, he remembers when they bothered him so much he'd lock himself up in the agency, panicking at the knocks outside the door, frightened of the ones who followed him home.

He knew he was no pushover, but he was dedicated to this disguise. Also, he couldn't just punch his fans in the face, no matter how much they disrespected his privacy, Dg has learned to be used to it.

And he finally has a source of comfort now, someone that gives him the motivation to keep going every day, which is why he is almost speeding on the road, rushing back home to you.

The first thing he did after stepping into the house was to roam around, deliberately avoiding the bedroom since he knew you'd be anywhere other than there.

Dagyeom recalls the heavy slap you gifted him during your first meeting. He found you sleeping soundly on a bench in the park around his house when he was out for a jog. The man thought you were homeless, being the kind guy he is, he brought you back to his house first, thinking he could help you somehow when you woke up.

Things didn't go how he planned, a scream nearly busting his eardrums echoed through the room. He went to check on you but before he knew it, his face burned with a red handprint imprinted on his cheek.

"KIDNAPPER! HEEELPP-…"

…Yes he knocked you out, but at the volume you were screaming at, the police from a mile away would come in no time. He was guilty as hell when you woke up with a bruise on the back of your neck, your first meeting was truly hectic.

Turns out you were just sleeping??? His eyes nearly popped out hearing you 'explain' how you were merely tired and that bench looked too enticing at the moment you couldn't help it. But after a few more chats and dates, he realized it was just a weird habit you have and it was adorable to him, though he wouldn't admit it.

It took another minute for him to find you spread out on the kitchen floor, sleeping deeply, even snoring a little. He chuckled at your figure, your arms and legs stretched out like a starfish, "you dork…"

He whispered under his breath, kneeling beside you and quickly scooping you up. Carrying you every day is now a lifestyle, this man has spotted you sleeping everywhere in your shared house, it's honestly a great workout!

"These can wait," Dg placed you on the sofa, next to the goodies he bought for you, there were all sorts of candies you wanted to try out and some branded clothes that he knows would look amazing on his sweet girlfriend.

He heard your stomach growl as you shifted on the couch, did she not have dinner yet, is that why she was in the kitchen? He sprints to the fridge, grabs the flowery apron lying on the counter and whipped out his professional cast iron skillet, ready to cook.

About a few hours later, you woke up from the smell of food drilling into your nose, legitimately. You knew it was your boyfriend as he is an astounding cook, he would've been a chef if he hadn't debuted. This was wayyy better than the ramen you were going to make, you hopped off the couch and sprinted full speed to the kitchen.

Your personal cook has a full table of dishes laid out on the table for you when you came into the dining room, and his eyes immediately landed on you.

"You're finally awake, I cooked a little something for you," he quickly smiled while tearing the cute apron off himself, then pulled out the chair for you to sit down. "Thank you…" you mumbled, technically half asleep, but that doesn't stop you from shoveling the piping hot food down your throat.

As if he couldn't be helpful enough, your angel of a boyfriend placed your phone on the table with a charger too. The notifications were blowing up none stop as your dead phone finally opened, they were all news channels that talked about kpop idols and Dg was for some reason the hot topic?

It's not that your boyfriend wasn't famous, but he hasn't released anything new these days, it was quite odd for him to be randomly so popular. You tapped into the news and burst out laughing at the title.

'Kpop star dg has been working out?' with an image of your boyfriend today, outside a building in a sleeveless shirt. You soon understood the header after seeing the picture, and damn did he look good. His arms were buffer and he was shining.

Dagyeom stopped washing dishes once he heard your laughter, sneaking up behind you to look at what humored you so much.

"What the fuck?" he laughed, "do I really look buffer?" He grinned slyly and flexed his arms.

"Yes you do, and yeah what the fuck have you been working out?" you snickered, though you knew he didn't work out, his busy ass doesn't have any time for that. That man is always immersed in work, but any free time he had, he'd spend it with you without a second thought.

"No I don't, it's from carrying you around all the time," he taunted, but you smacked his head before he could laugh. "Kang Dagyeom! Are you saying I'm heavy?" you pulled his ear and scolded him like a mom, and he could only listen like a good kid <3

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My first time writing for dg, hmm... I HATE IT UGHHH ;-; but yes I love imagining him as a chef idk he just seems like a good cook??? Also I really just can't bring myself to use Diego... and I can't use james cause how the hell would she know his old identity

[pepperonidk]

I can’t stop thinking abt soft, sweet, wonderful jeonghan in an established relationship and all the little tiny infinite displays of love and domesticity skcnkengekfj idk if this is too general of a request bUT I love him :((

love love love all your writings🥰🥰

a day spent with you is worth a thousand forevers

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, headcanon

warnings: food mentions

a/n: i know it took me two whole days to answer but i was literally obsessing over this. jeonghan in that ponytail? i needed to emotionally recover. i am so soft for him rn. i definitely went overboard so… enjoy <3

✿ there’s never been a time since you’ve met him that you haven’t felt loved in the purest sense of the word. from the minute you wake up—

✿ if he’s awake before you he’ll try his best to be one of those fictional boyfriends who like to stare at you sleeping, but once he realizes how creepy it actually is he’ll start peppering you with kisses instead to wake you up too, bc why would he want to start his day without you?

✿ it’s usually you who has to convince him to get out of bed; if he had his way he’d be under the covers with you doing absolutely nothing for 24 hours straight (nothing meaning cuddling and watching a tv show while talking over it anyway)

✿ once you finally manage to get him out of bed he’ll walk with you to the kitchen where you’ll ask him if he’ll help you cook and he wraps his arms from behind you instead and presses a kiss on your cheek and says “no way in hell :)” with the sweetest voice

✿ he won’t help you cook, but he’ll definitely stay to tell you how pretty you look while flipping pancakes and to sneak behind you and steal pieces of bacon while you’re not looking and to distract you with kisses until you remind him of the sizzling stove behind him and he relents momentarily only to let you flip whatever needed to be flipped.

✿ sometimes though, when he can bring himself to separate from you, he’ll go down to the cafe to buy your favorite coffee while you cook. a hunter-gatherer relationship he calls it. he hunts for coffee while you gather breakfast. don’t try to explain to him that’s not what it means because he doesn’t care.

✿ after breakfast, he’ll always try to convince you to take a nap. he’ll say that you burned too much energy by cooking and that you’ve spent too much time away from him. sometimes you give in, unable to resist his charms and spend another few hours back in bed with him until hunger once again calls you to rise.

✿ sometimes, however, if the weather is just right and the leaves on the trees are just the perfect shade of red and orange, you might be able to convince him to walk with you through the park. he’ll hold your hand in his and if it starts to get chilly he’ll stuff your intertwined hands into his jacket pocket as an excuse to pull you closer (not that he ever needs one)

✿ just like breakfast, any meal you share together is filled with laughter and sweetness from him. despite his playful teasing, you can feel the warmth of his kindness in every word that slips out of his mouth. no matter if the “honeymoon phase” has passed, he always looks at you as if you personally took the time to paint every sunset.

✿ speaking of sunsets, one of his favorite things to do with you is to sit outside and watch the sun dip down into the horizon. to watch how the day fades into the night, and every time he panics just a little when he feels like the hours sped by too fast. no amount of time is ever enough when it’s spent with you, he thinks. he looks forward to thousands of sunsets shared with you.

✿ evenings are spent for movies, tv shows, and the occasional 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle strewn across the living room floor. time to unwind and relax with his favorite person, especially if he’s spent the day away from you. for jeonghan, these moments are like being able to breathe again after being underwater for just a little too long; a minute to recharge before he has to leave you again tomorrow. these moments are above all, sacred to him.

✿ and when your eyes begin to droop and yawns seem to accent your sentences, jeonghan will pull you off the couch and into his arms as he convinces you that it’s time for bed. much like how you convince him to get OUT of bed in the morning, he bribed you with promises of kisses and cuddles and suddenly the sound of jeonghan begging you to come to bed is a melody.

✿ he’ll run through his routines together with you, washing his face, brushing his teeth, and changing into your pajamas, all while never being separated from you. he’ll hand you one of his large hoodies and his heart will do flips as he watches you tug the sleeves over your hands and the hood over your bed. (he’ll tease you and tell you it looks much better on him, but it’s never true. if he had his way, your wardrobe would consist only of his clothes)

✿ and finally, as he coaxes you to bed and he pulls you against his chest, he’ll tell you just how much he loves you and how he can’t wait to spend every tomorrow for the rest of his life with you.

[weirdcultstuff]

Something I do not emphasize enough, I think, is that I actually have had a lot of fun in my life tbh. Like, half the reason that I spend so much time processing trauma is because it actually kinda shocked me when I realized that the bad stuff was there in my life and was so bad. ‘Cause generally speaking, I was having a pretty okay time! There was so much in life to really enjoy, even when things sucked. I really had fun, I knew some really cool people, I’ve always enjoyed things! Idk how to explain that. I really thrived on the intensity of the environments I was in. I like organizing and I like cooking and I like gardening and I like structure and I liked the doctrinal debate on an intellectual level if not for how it impacted relationships and daily life, and I liked having projects of things to learn. I like taking care of babies, and babies were everywhere! They were so darn cute!!! I fucking love jello salad, and cooking in a big kitchen with other women, it’s a DELIGHT. I loved singings, I loved tent meetings, I loved babysitting, I soaked all that up. Do you know how cool a vibe it is to have fires in wood stoves and campfires all over the place all the time? And to eat food from cool pottery dishes, grow some sourdough starter and kombucha on the counter? Hang out the sheets to dry on a clothesline in the sunshine? Pick some mint to make some tea? My life was basically a never ending summer camp, I always shared a room with other kids, there was always someone to hang out with, always access to nature. Like, the reason the trauma stuff sucks so much is because the rest of it was really, really, really really nice.

[hotsforharlow]

i love your writing! every time i see your post in the tags i get sooo giddy hihihi. thank you so much for sharing them!

idk if you’re taking requests, but if you need ideas maybe:

angst fic where jack is moving back to Louisville and he kinda assumes you would go with him without asking you. like already planning your house etc. but you kinda don’t wanna move there cause you don’t know anyone there and you really like your job and you don’t wanna leave your friends and family.

idk how to end it, breakup or compromise up to you heheh.

love your work!

AN: Hi, thank you so much for your kind words!! They mean so much x The angst kinda fell away from me..I'm sorry about that ;)

He couldn’t be happier, Jack thought to himself as he looked through the many houses coming up on his computer screen. Everything was just falling perfectly into place. His hand reached for his phone to check the time; you weren’t going to be long now. That thought alone brought happiness to him as he moved from his seat.Jack had already spoken to his family about returning to his home state and the property search was just a finality. And he might have looked at ones with more space as his mind was already planning for the future. “Baby” Your voice moved through the apartment and he heard the door fall shut behind you before he moved to meet you.

Your hands were full of shopping and you couldn’t help but sweetly smile when he took one. The domestic feel makes your heart skip a beat as you follow him into the kitchen. “Have you been busy?” You asked and wrapped your arms around him once he was free. “ A little but it’s okay.” Jack hummed and looked down at you, his finger stroking your cheek.You hummed and leaned into his touch before pressing a soft kiss to his palm. Your own hands moved down his sides as you rested your head on his chest. “Glad to be back home.” You mumbled and took in his mouth watering scent before your hands found him and you played with his fingers some more to keep him close.

“I’ll get cooking if you want but just got to grab some work.” You hummed and brushed your noses together once more before pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. Jack nodded and leaned in for another kiss and another. “Jack, stop.” You giggled and moved from his embrace. The giggles followed you as you moved from the room.You hummed happily to yourself and placed your coat around the hooks you had that were named and it was cute. You made your way into the shared office and began to search for the papers you needed. You hadn’t meant to look at anything else but the hours on the screen glared at you with begging eyes. A soft look of confusion moved over your face.

“Jack?” You called out and picked up the paper you needed whilst moving from the office. “Hmm?” He responded and you rolled your eyes; he was always picking at food even when you were about to start dinner. “What’s that in your office, the houses?” You couldn’t help but ask, your curiosity was always high and needy.“The houses?” Jack asked around some cheese and bread he’d found. A soft chuckle escaped you as you placed your documents. “Oh, they are for Kentucky.” Jack replied as if that explained everything. “For Kentucky?” You hummed, your frown of confusion on deeping. “Yeah, for when we move there.” Jack hummed out, reaching for a glass of water.

“We move there?” You repeated again and felt like a parrot at this point. His confused look mirrored your own as he finally looked up at you. “Yeah…you are moving with me, right?” Jack’s words fumbled from his mouth and you could only stare. Your mind went blank as you tried to remember what had given him this impression.“Jack…I don’t. Where has this come from?” You couldn’t find the right words as you tried to hold back the shock. You hated seeing his face drop but what was he thinking? That you’d leave everything behind? “You don’t want to move there with me?” Jack finally asked; hurt evident in his tone as he tried to compose himself. 

His question shocked you and you found yourself ducking your head. “I just…I wasn’t thinking of doing. I don’t think I will be doing it.” You began to babble but the truth was better than hiding. You didn’t want to look at those blues that you knew were going to be filled with hurt. “You don't?” Jack asked in a soft tone that had your heart breaking. “I can’t Jack..” You whispered and hated how you could see the change in him but wasn’t this supposed to be a partnership. He can’t just expect you to run to him. “Right. Of course. What was I thinking?” He stepped back and you moved to reach for him but he only moved further away. “Jack..” You whispered but he moved from the room without another word.

~

The house was quiet now as time moved on and Jack hadn’t come out of his office. You had stayed in the kitchen and began to scroll through your phone to keep your mind from swirling. You looked up at the clock on the wall as it ticked by slowly. Gaining whatever courage you had left, you moved from the counter and made your way to him.“Jack…” You softly knocked onto the door with your heart in your throat. It would have been nice to have him come to you but you knew Jack wasn’t one for confrontation. There was no response but you still slowly moved over the door and saw him with his headphones in at the desk. You moved to the side and into his line of sight.

Those blues weren’t as bright as before as he looked up to see you. He slowly moved to pull the earphones out and you only became more nervous. “We need to talk.” You finally said and began to play with your fingers to distract yourself. “What’s there to talk about? You’ve made your decision.” Jack nearly whispered out.“And you made one without talking to me.” You snapped back before trying to calm yourself. This hadn’t gone the way you had meant it. “I know…” Jack softly admitted and placed his head in his hands. You hated how sad that made you and you stepped close; your fingers moving to his curls to hopefully give him comfort.

“I just don’t want to lose you.” Jack softly whispered as he burrowed into your chest. His arms wrapped around your waist. “Shh, you won’t.” You gently coed and moved to your knees. Those blues met your eyes once more. “We can make this work.” You continued and lent in to press a soft, sweet kiss to his lips whilst your hand moved to stroke his cheek.“We can?” Jack asked softly and took your hands to begin playing with them as he brought them in for a soft kiss. “Yes, maybe I could stay for a couple of months with you and see how it goes?” You whispered into his ear as his hold only tightened. You had never had someone who wanted you enough to do all this; it was heartwarming.

“I promise.” You hummed and cupped his face before leaning in and lovingly capturing his soft lips. You brushed your noses together and reached for his curls once more to press all the love you had for him in the act. “I’m sorry for going ahead without you.” Jack whispered into your ear and burrowed into your neck as he brought you onto his lap.

“Yes, you were being an idiot.” You hummed and pecked his lips once more as giggles escaped you. His bright smile returning made it all worth it, you thought to yourself whilst continuing to play with his curls. Your attention returned to the screen and you scrolled through the homes. “So, which one was your favourite?” You asked and enjoyed how he relaxed into you. “I liked this one.” He whispered and nodded towards the larger size and you couldn’t help but shake your head. “8 daughters, huh?” You tease him before pressing a soft kiss to his jaw and moving back into him as his hold on you only tightens.

[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

[0097linersb]

hi! just wondering if can request an imagine where jeno cockwarms you? thanks!

here u go bestie - I actually wrote this like an one shot type of thing idk I hope u like it

NAILED IT

ONE SHOT

Pairings: Jeno x Reader

Genre: Smut (pwp)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fingering, cockwarming, public stuff, unprotected sex, I guess that’s it

A/N: I’M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG AND THIS SUCKS i’m finally having some time to breath

You were confused when Jeno didn’t laugh at the joke the show’s hostess had just told, turning towards him with concerned furrowed eyebrows, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” He answered stiffly without looking at you, the lights from the Tv were the only thing lightening up his face in the dark living room.

Jeno honestly didn’t seem all that well, especially considering how he thought Nailed It was the funniest show that has ever aired and was currently looking constipated while watching it - But he was just fine earlier, playing with you in the kitchen just minutes ago so, you figured it couldn’t be anything too serious and let it go for the moment, focusing on the Tv screen. Well, until the ugliest cake that was ever presented on the show was revealed and Jeno didn’t even let out a huff of air at the sight. You knew your boyfriend; he wasn’t the most expressive guy out there but he would normally be hollering at the failed attempt to make a clown cake on screen at this point.

“Ok, seriously. What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I’m just watching the show,” He whined in annoyance, adjusting himself on the couch next to you.

You rolled your eyes and sat up straight, leaving the spot where your head was leaning on Jeno’s shoulder out of pure petty unsatisfaction at the fact that your boyfriend didn’t want to tell you what was bothering him. As you noticed Jeno staring at you in disbelief with the side of your eyes, you crossed your arms and paid him no mind until he groaned and gave up.

With a “fine” the man grabbed your hand and your relieved face was automatically exchanged for one of shock as he placed your palm right on the bulge in his pants under the blanket. You widened your eyes at him as he groaned and threw his head back in frustration, “Jeno, we’re watching a show about baking. How did any of this get you horny? Do you have a food kink that I don’t know about?”

“Oh my God,” He glared at you, raising his voice. “Don’t act like you weren’t crawling around with your ass all up a minute ago.”

“I was looking for the remote, not trying to seduce you!”

“I can’t control it!” He exclaimed, taking a deep breath to calm himself down before the situation could escalate any further.

“Ok, I was just surprised,” You explained, letting the exasperation fade before both of you went quiet. At least you were content enough that Jeno had complied and opened up to you, leaning your head on him again.

After a few minutes of having your mind back on the show, hugging your boyfriend’s arm and admiring how terrible some people were at cooking, Jeno startled you once again with an out of nowhere “Sit on my lap.”

“Jeno, we’re not having sex in the middle of the living room. Your friends are right o-”

“Who said anything about having sex? Just do as I say.”

The both of you exchanged heated looks and silently argued until you sighed in surrender, lifting the covers so you could sit where your boyfriend was asking you to. He contently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, adjusting the blanket around the two of you before placing his chin on your left shoulder to look at the screen.

As much as you loved Jeno’s cock, you weren’t so passionate about it when it was throbbing against your ass while you were in a common area in a shared apartment trying to watch Netflix. The man did behave, though. Peacefully cuddling into you with his chest pressed to your back and finally paying attention to what you two were watching.

It was honestly tough to focus when after a whole episode, you could still feel the way your boyfriend was hard under you – It was kind of impressing actually, and it was indeed having some kind of effect on you, making you aware that you could feel your own pulse in between your legs.

Jeno soon proved you wrong, showing he wasn’t as patient as you believed him to be, as he started to absently trace shapes with the tip of his fingers on your thighs that got you squirming around on his lap.

Cool, now you were both horny and frustrated. Thank you,  Jeno Lee.

You stopped moving when you were surprised by your boyfriend gently biting your shoulder and groaning a, “Can you please stop?”

“Sorry, I’m –“

“I know,” He breathed out before unwrapping his arms from your waist and starting to shift under you. You were about to ask what he was doing when you suddenly felt his fingers pulling your pajama shorts and panties to the side, causing you to jump at the light brush of his digits against your lips. A gasp escaped your mouth when you felt him position the tip of his hard member against your entrance and he felt how you stiffened on top of him, letting out a simple “Trust me.”

And so you did, digging your nails on the side of his thighs as he slowly pushed inside you, a groan leaving his lips as he pressed his forehead against the back of your shoulder. You couldn’t even pretend to be mad now that he noticed how you were practically dripping around him, just giving up on your quest of not fucking somewhere his friends could see because honestly, it just felt so good you could cry.

You closed your eyes to wait for Jeno to start moving but he just never did, you tried to turn your head back to see what was going on but he stopped you, “I just want to stay like this.”

Oh.

Your mind was too conflicted to form any thoughts, so you just followed along, leaning back against Jeno’s chest and trying to go back to watching the show - You weren’t very successful at the task, distracted with how you could feel your boyfriend’s cock pulsating against your walls and for some reason it just felt way more intense than normally. Jeno unceremoniously grabbed the blanket you had thrown to the side and covered your hips with it, so at least if anyone walked in you were safe until you could get off his lap.

You two managed to go through another entire episode like that, it was a really intimate position and it would be definitely more lovey and enjoyable if the both of you weren’t breathing hard at the over-sensitivity.

Another episode started playing when the front door opened, revealing Mark and Renjun coming back from the gym. You widened your eyes and tried to quickly get off of Jeno but the man held you tightly so you couldn’t move.

“You guys are watching Nailed It?” Mark asked excitedly, plopping himself at the end of the couch. “Man, I love that show.”

“Dude, you’re all sweaty. At least go shower first,” Jeno complained.

“Yeah yeah, in a minute.”

You watched as Renjun quietly sat down on the floor in front of the couch and you silently groaned, having your boyfriend’s cock deep inside you while his friends were literally inches away from you was definitely not how you wanted your movie night to go.

You expected Jeno to finally go soft now that you two had company but when he shifted to adjust his position a bit, his dick pressed against a different spot inside you and you clenched around him in surprise, having the man release an involuntary groan as he dug his nails in your thighs, proving he was just as worked-up as you were.

Mark and Renjun turned around at the same time to stare weirdly at your boyfriend, who offered a quick excuse about you stepping on his foot (which didn’t even make any sense), but his friends accepted it and went back to watching the show.

You felt tense, your heart was beating fast, each minute that passed seemed to make your walls more sensitive and you noticed they were spasming on their own from the stimulation. Jeno seemed to feel it too as he gave up on watching the show and just pressed his forehead to your shoulder, hot breath hitting your skin in strong huffs as his grip on your thighs left bruises.

You had never felt that before, you were so wet, practically soaking a patch on Jeno’s sweatpants under you. Your body needed you to move, to touch yourself, anything. Honestly, you felt like you could come just like that if Jeno kept this up for a few more minutes. Your clit felt like it was pulsating stronger than your heart.

Your boyfriend was probably extremely uncomfortable after being hard for so long and you will blame the lust that was fogging up your mind for what you did next. Not feeling like cumming almost untouched, you pretended to be uncomfortable and shifted your position as an excuse to sit back on Jeno again. Satisfied at the twitch you felt inside you and your boyfriend’s breath hitching, you carefully looked at your friends to see if they were distracted enough before starting to slowly grind your hips, you felt Jeno trying to hold you still but he soon gave up and allowed you to have your fun and end both of your tortures. If this was a sin, it did feel like what heaven was about.

Jeno must have been as worked up as you were and soon enough, you felt his teeth deep into your skin as he tried to keep quiet. You looked at Mark and Renjun once more before deciding to speed up a little and your boyfriend’s appreciation was shown as his fingers found their way to your clit, circling it at the same speed as he started to fuck into you. Your eyes stayed glued at your friends the whole time, ready to halt all motions at the mere shift of an eye, until you felt Jeno’s trust getting messier.

You felt him tap your left leg with his free hand and turned back to mouth “Inside” at him, at that his nails dug deep into the inner part of your thigh and his teeth found their place back in your shoulders as he shot inside you. You felt his warm load hit your insides, his dick dragging against your walls and his finger playing with your sensitive clit, but the way he was breathing hard against the back of your neck was what drove you over the edge, vision turning white as you tried your very hardest to not emit a single sound, spasming on Jeno’s lap as he slowly took care of you during your high.

Fuck. You just had the most silent sex in your life.

You leaned back against your boyfriend to catch your breath before trying to quietly adjust your shorts and panties back in place.

“Since Mark and Renjun want to be disgusting, I’m going to shower,” You informed your sweaty friends, getting up and hoping Jeno’s cum wouldn’t run down your leg and ruin your self-hygiene drag.

You gave the men no time to complain, quickly grabbing Jeno and dragging him along to the bathroom.

“Ugh, they are going to get the couch all smelly,” You whined to your boyfriend, deciding to completely ignore what the two of you were literally just doing on the couch.

“Let them be, as long as they are distracted watching Nailed it!, I can nail you in peace,” He joked as you were entering the bathroom.

You simply stared at him with your mouth open wide, appalled at the words that had just left his mouth, “Oh my fucking god, I can’t believe I actually have sex with you.”

At that, you just shut the door on his face, deciding you needed a warm alone shower to recover from that awful pun.

[writteninkat]

Hey Kat how are youuu 💞 i hope everything's fine :) i'm literally so excited to read the my brother's bf fic 😭💕💕 later i saw a post you reblogged: https://writteninkat.tumblr.com/post/657547669698396160 could you turn this into a fic pleaseee 😩 we need that 😭🥺🥺 maybe slutty!Fem reader asking bakugou for study help although she's only horny and while he tries to study with her: explain smth to her she starts that freaky shit hihi

i wish u a great week end. btw i got a big crush on a boy who works with me 🥺 but i'm sooooo shy and NOT ME whenever i'm around him i hate it. i know that we would vibe idk:/ he is a friend of my older sister and i got the feeling that he sees me as a child (he's only 4 years older) i hate it here lmao

xo💞🌟💕

Quizzed | Bakugou x Reader

summary: You ask Katsuki for help with your studies but that was all a ruse to let out all your sexual frustrations on him.

w/c: 1.9k

warnings: fingering, oral (m!receiving), katsuki calling reader slut once

a/n: hiii i'm doing well!! <3 hope you are too!! and LMAO i get what you mean!! i turn into a completely different person whenever i'm with someone i like but i try practicing just being my self lol why don't you test out the waters, give him some hints ;)) update me about it then hehe

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Katsuki Bakugou is good at anything and everything he tries. He's got an amazing, flashy quirk, he's smart, has an explosive personality and you can't deny he's handsome.

God's favorite child; that's what he is.

And you're obsessed. You love how he smells so sweet, how soft red spills over the tips of his ears and his cheeks when he's flustered or embarrassed, the deep grunts and melodic moans that slip out his lips.

He turns into your vulnerable little bitch under your softest touch. And you love it.

College isn't easy, not by any means. Unlike highschool or middle school, you're the one chasing after your professors, you're the one who teaches yourself, you're the one who has to grind in order to get a good grade and graduate.

It's times like these, during hell week, that you regret not choosing the hero course. They don't need to go to college, they become heroes after highschool and from the stories of your friends, hero work seems to be a much more enjoyable job than in a hospital doing rounds.

You sigh, mind tired and body aching all over as you plop onto the couch. Your boyfriend, number two hero Dynamite, is busy cooking the both of you dinner. "Long day?" He asks.

As much as you want to claim that all you want to do is eat whatever your boyfriend is cooking, wash up and cuddle with him till you fall asleep, you can't. You'd be lying.

You're frustrated and you want to let out some steam. And the fact that your boyfriend is cooking in your shared kitchen with nothing but black sweats that hang loosely over his hips and an apron doesn't help.

You nod quietly, sitting on one of the counter stools just to watch him cook. As your eyes greedily rake over his ripped arms, toned back and occasionally his built chest, the gears in your head begin turning as you think about how to get him to fuck your stress out your body.

"Let me guess, you wanna sleep after you fill that tummy of yours?" He doesn't really talk like this, but you appreciate how he acknowledges your trouble. You pout in response, "Can't. I still have to study a few lessons in chem."

Study.

If he weren't busy with the food, Katsuki would have seen how your face visibly brightened at your idea. "Help me out? Please?"

He eyes you from the side as he shrugs his shoulders. "I probably won't be of any help, but I can try."

Oh you'll be of big help.

You have your Chemistry book, notes and the periodic table laid out on your desk as Katsuki walks in with two cups of tea; steam still floating from above it. You feel bad–he even bothered to prepare tea for the both of you but you know neither of you will be taking sips from the tea cups any time soon.

You smile when he sets the cups down, standing from your seat to push him to sit down on it instead. He looks at you with confusion in his eyes but don’t ask, prompting to check the topic you “need help with”.

“Ah, I think I’ve read about this topic before.” The moment his words leave his lips, your hand flies onto his shoulder as you lean over. “So you know how this is the atomic number, right?” You nod at his question, hand running up and down his built shoulder as a start.

He looks over at your hand, his then flicking up at you before returning to your opened textbook, shrugging off your suspicious actions.

By the time he’s finished discussing and explaining the topic, you’ve sat yourself on his lap, one arm over his shoulders playing his ear as the other runs up and down his chest. “You understand now?” He asks, looking up at you as you nod your head.

“Yeah,” You lean over, pressing your lips on his. Your soft pinks stay on his pair a little longer than usual. You pull away slowly, your hand now cupping his jaw as you look deeply into his eyes.

He raises a brow, “What was that for?”

You shake your head, eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips as your thumb traces over his lower lip. “You’re just so sexy, teaching me like this. So smart.”

You lean forward, pressing your lips against his once again as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs caressing the exposed skin. You part your lips from each other, allowing his tongue to slither inside your wet cavern, tasing you.

You rise onto your knees, setting yourself on his lap to straddle him as Katsuki continues to kiss you passionately. All your stress, all your concerns, all your anxiety always washes away whenever Katsuki kisses you, when he holds you, like this.

“You have to be studying.” He breathes into the kiss.

“I’d rather study something else.”

Your fingers hook themselves on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, exposing his hard abs. You run your palm over the exposed skin, fingers following ever bump, ever rise, every dip before you inch your fingers inside his sweats. Katsuki grabs onto your wrist, stopping you, eyebrows creased in confusion.

“Study.” He says, sternly.

“Fuck me.” You say. Sternly.

Within the next second, your hand is pushed into his pants, caressing his length, fondling his balls, and Katsuki sits there beneath you with his hands clutched into fists and his breathing heavy but controlled.

You slowly wiggle yourself off of him until you’re kneeling on the carpeted floor, your fingers pulling his pants down as your gaze keeps itself in his eyes.

Katsuki closes his eyes slowly, jaw clenched and head craned upward. You snicker, pulling his hard cock out of his pants. Your mouth visibly waters at the sight and you feel your pussy clench at the sight of his wet tip–pre cum already leaking out of it.

You lean forward, sticking your tongue out, pressing it against the base only to run it upwards to the pink head. You enclose the tip with your lips before pushing your head down, taking his entire length as you fight the tears from spilling. You miss this so much–Katsuki’s taste, how he skips a breath and fights his moans when you take all of him, the way he has to physically stop himself from getting too rough with you.

You’re sloppy when giving head–saliva dripping down his cock and the chair, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, pre cum smeared on the tip of your nose and cheeks. When Katsuki looks down at you for the first time, and you look back at him with a shit-eating grin and all messy, he cums almost immediately.

You laugh, allowing his release to splatter all over your face.

You wipe a dripping one from your cheek, into your mouth, sucking on your finger all while looking at him straight int the eye.

Katsuki breathes heavily before pulling you up from your knees. He pulls you by the waist, pushing your shorts down, letting them pool around your ankles. He pushes you onto your desk, having pushed all your study materials off the top to give you space. He lifts both your legs up, resting them over his shoulders as he looks at your glistening pussy, admiring the way it looks before pushing a finger in. Pretty and strangled moans slip out your lips as you throw your head back.

“How do you solve for the mass number of an element?”

A quiz? Really? Now?

Your brows knit together as you look down at him, to which he simply raises a demanding brow. He curls the fingers inside you and you feel your soul leave your body for a moment, making you gasp in surprise.

“You–oh god–you add the number of protons and–“ You squeak when he suddenly adds another finger inside, “–and the number of neutrons!”

“Who discovered the first subatomic particle?” Katsuki quickens his pace and you feel your legs shaking. “JJ Thomp–nnggh!–Thompson!”

“When?”

“1896!”

He adds in a third finger and the stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Give me a rule for naming ions.” He curls his fingers inside you and for a moment your mind goes blank, earning an irritated growl from Katsuki. “Shit, Katsu!” You cry out, “The charge of an ion–oh fuck–can b-be determined–“ Your back arches at the feeling of your high quickly arriving. “–by its place on the periodic table!”

Your cunt clenched around his fingers greedily as your hips move in circles on their own, riding out your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls heavily, finally, it’s been too fucking long.

Katsuki pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at how sensitive your pussy still is. You watch as he brings his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your juices coating his digits and your kitty clenches around nothing, as if you hadn’t just cum.

The pro hero grabs you by your waist, sitting on your chair. He aligns his cock in line with your hole, letting you slowly lower yourself on his cock, your cunt greedily taking his entire length.

“What method do you use when writing formulas for ionic compounds?” You’re already moving your hips before he even finishes his question.

“The crossover method.” You whisper.

“Hump on it, you slut. If you’re that desperate to fuck yourself with my cock, do it properly.”

Following his words, you start rising before lowering yourself on his cock. The feeling makes your legs want to turn into jelly, but the thought of not getting to feel this way has you fighting the urge.

“Give me the formula for Iron and Oxygen.” Katsuki grips at your waist, now moving your hips the way he wants you to move it.

The feeling of his cock stretching you open, the feeling of it hitting your g-spot again and again and again, his fingernails digging onto your skin and your brain wracking itself for the correct answer–everything overwhelms you too much.

“Fe2O3!” It comes out as a whine, making Katsuki chuckle.

“What about Barium and Sodium?”

He’s thrusting upwards now, allowing you to lessen your efforts, giving you more chance to clear your head even for a little bit. “Ba3Na2.”

“That’s right.” He whispers into your ear, “That’s my smart little girl.”

Katsuki carries you by your thighs as he stands. For a moment, you think he’ll head for the bed but he’s setting you back onto your desk. Feeling this, he answers your silent confusion. “It’s a bad idea to study on the bed.” He tilts his head to the side, “You might fall asleep. We can’t have that.”

He begins thrusting into you, your desk hitting against the wall every time.

“Recite the greek prefixes for naming hydrated salts.” You feel another orgasm coming. “One to ten. Do it correctly and I’ll let you cum.”

Weird boost of inspiration.

“Mono, di, tri–shit, Katsu!–Tetra, penta, hexa, hepta, octa, nona–“ He thrusts deeply inside you, pulling an orgasm out of you. You gasp as your pussy clenches around his cock. You look at him in the eye, a smile stretched across your face. “–deca.”

Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, his own high following not long after.

Your body falls onto the desk like lava–hot and pulsing.

Katsuki pulls his sweats up, helping you with your own bottoms before slapping your ass. “I’m giving you three more quizzes later.” Your eyes widen at his words to which he grins cockily at. “So make sure you study hard.”

You got to answer every number in your test the following days, but not without a cost. The mere section of writing formulas for ionic compounds has you clenching your thighs together.