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upasana09 · 2 years ago
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adambrown275 · 2 years ago
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Happy Teddy Day Wishes, Quote, and Message from Tring
Express your love towards your loved ones, with these amazing and romantic teddy day quotes from Tring. Make these Teddy Days special with stunning Teddy Day wishes.
For more details: https://www.tring.co.in/blog/happy-teddy-day-wishes-quotes-and-message
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Personal Heater - T.Nott
Summary - Theo acts as his sleepy girlfriend's personal heater on the night before Christmas, much to the dislike of their friends and roommates.
Word Count - 609
Warnings - foul language, drinking, female reader, use of Y/N, brief mention of troubling family, (Let me know if I missed any!)
Author's Note - Welcome to day three! I'm hoping to stay caught up with my writing, the end of my semester is approaching so everything is kinda piling up on me. I'm trying my best!
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Spending Christmas at Hogwarts wasn’t all that bad. It was quite nice to wake up and not have the responsibility of acting civil with family that were never around or family that liked to cause problems. Theodore and most of his friends decided that they’d stay during Christmas break, the night before Christmas, the boys were all awake in the common room. Some of them were playing wizards chess and the others were just fooling around with the other boys. 
As it neared midnight, Y/N and Pansy had made their way to the common room with the rest of their friends. Pansy sitting between Blaise and Draco and Y/N making herself comfortable next to Theo. Once he got a good look at her, he knew right away that she had just woken up, her eyes were red and sleepy, her body was warm against his and her eyes were watering with how much she had been yawning.
“Lay down bellissima, you look tired,” Theo whispered in her ear, she looked up at him with a loving gaze. She took his offer willingly, kissing his cheek in return as she laid her head down on his shoulder and her legs over his lap.
“Thank you, Theo,” She whispered back, a drowsy tone laced in her voice. 
Within minutes, she had fallen back asleep, this time sleeping soundly in her boyfriend’s arms where she wished she was when she had fallen asleep earlier in the night. Crabbe decided that now was a great time to become obnoxiously loud for no reason at all. “Shut up you buffoon! If you wake her up I will not hesitate to kill you,” Theo threatened the boy, who immediately shut his mouth in fear.
“How dare anyone wake his bellissima! Oh it's blasphemous!” Pansy teased earning a deadly glare from the boy.
“Shut up Pans,” Y/N mumbled sleepily, snuggling herself closer to her boyfriend’s warmth. 
“Let’s go to bed before you fall asleep again,” Theo suggested before urging her up from the couch and leading her to his dorm. 
“Why are the dungeons so cold?” She whined, her feet freezing on the concrete of the dungeons despite the thick socks on her feet. 
“We are surrounded by concrete, amore mio. Of course it’s going to be cold.”
She rolled her eyes in a playful manner as she climbed into his bed. She was shivering at this point, her teeth chattering against each other. He climbed into bed with her, holding her body close to his. She slid her hands under his shirt to try and warm them, Theo wiggling away from them. “Salazar bellissima, your hands are so cold!” He shrieked in surprise. 
“And you’re so warm, Teddy! I can’t help myself, you’re like my own heater,” She told him. The two of them shared a laugh before letting out yawns. Neither of them remember falling asleep, only remembering sleepy laughter and getting woken up by a drunk Blaise and Draco as the sun began to rise. “What time is it, you heathens?” She asked her boyfriend’s drunk roommates.
“Like 6,” Blaise slurred out before collapsing on his bed. She looked to her boyfriend who had messy hair and droopy eyes. 
“Happy Christmas, Teddy,” She whispered to him.
“Happy Christmas, amore mio,” He whispered back before planting a kiss to her lips. He let out a hum as he pulled away, “Your lips are cold.”
“Maybe you could warm them for me?” She winked at him causing a chuckle from him and a collective groan from his roommates. In turn, Theo closed the curtains and took his girlfriend up on her suggestion.
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willowed-wisp · 30 days ago
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relationship headcanons [ könig ]
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SFW:
- Probably bumped into you in the street, knocked you over with how broad he is…
- He’s glad he stopped to help you up, or else he would have let the love of his life slip through his fingers.
- So he assisted you, your hands cut up. That’s how far the interaction went, his vacant eyes filled in fear- not making eye contact.
- After that you noticed him on that same route every day, somehow by some means you actually asked him out to tea or coffee.
- Surprised he showed up. You’d been with him since, despite the cloak and dagger surrounding his job. Not caring, as long as he didn’t come back a ghost.
- Unlike other people, he came to associate you positively and going out with you was nice. Although he prefers date nights with a picnic on the living room, candlelit and cooked by himself.
- Doesn’t normally cook for himself but likes seeing you happy. You take care of desserts afterward (whether it’s you or some cheesecake)
- Takes a while to open up to you even though he feels comfortable with you
- Stops taking antidepressants when you enter his life because he genuine doesn’t feel he requires them anymore.
- He’s never been so happy than waking up with you in his arms
- Romantic to a fault, buys your favourite treats and a little teddy bear or flowers without a cause to
- Loves holding you
- You’ve never heard a more contagious laugh when you get him chuckling. Light and airy
- Doesn’t know how to accept gifts, he blushes and panics slightly
- You hold his face in your hands, and reassure him. That he deserves to be treated for once.
- Was closer to his grandparents than his own parents. Says he wishes you could have met them, they would have loved you.
- It takes him a year or two to tell you about his work, but only keeping information redacted for your own safety.
- Would make a very caring father, though he thinks he’s too old to be one.
- He wouldn’t mind seeing if he could be one though- especially with you
- You find t-shirts with holes cut out and bleach beneath them. You thought it was weird but brushed it off.
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- Your first time wasn’t rushed, more waiting for him to come into you.
- That was about three months after you started dating, you had kissed and made out but he had never made a sexual move on you.
- You took matters into your hands, buying a nice lingerie set. Black was a safe option, you bought the pink one as well. Asking him pink or black.
- He chose pink, you didn’t disclose what it was for.
- Finished cooking a dish you both enjoyed, only for you to walk in a baby pink lacy one-piece, garter belt and stockings.
- König almost dropped the dishes. Pacing across the room, pinning you against a wall- ass bumped against the surface. Your sweet boyfriend lifting your leg over his hip.
- He didn’t even go to take your outfit off, it made him stone hard. Especially watching your ass bounce up and down. His thickness sliding in and out of you at your pace. Moans filtering the silence, König’s harmonising with your own.
- Loves to whisper his intentions to you, so tactical at dirty talking in the sweetest ways
- Praises you, never calls you a slut or anything to that effect. You’re his treasure, and that’s how he treats you in the bedroom.
- Holds you tremendously close, fingers intertwined with yours as you came together. Eyes squinted shut while he watched you.
- So attentive to what you needed afterwards, running his fingers along your folds- soothing the redness. You appreciated it, so sore but you’d get used to it… hopefully…
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babyleostuff · 7 months ago
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[ 💿 ] . . . TAPE 9
いつでも君のそばにいること / それが何より大切さ 君も / 僕の隣にいるなら完璧 ay ya ya / 広い like the sky
☁️ "24h" by seventeen
being loved by kim mingyu means having a small big teddy bear as a boyfriend. the fact that mingyu is quite clingy not only means that you always have someone to hug, kiss, or cuddle with - but also that he is your oasis who is able to ground you. his touch, whether it's a thumb brushing your cheek, strong arms around your shoulders, or just a hand on your thigh - mingyu is always able to convey so much emotion through a simple touch, as if he was silently telling you "i'm here, don't worry." besides, there is no place where you would feel safer than in his embrace - he is your home, your safe haven, your other half that makes you feel whole.
being loved by kim mingyu means having a travel buddy with whom you could travel the whole world with if you wished. apart from physical touch, mingyu thrives off quality time - he would spend all his time with you if he could, because what's better than spending time with the people you love? and combine it with his love of travelling and discovering new places? exploring the world with mingyu would be the most beautiful adventure of your life, because this boy has the power to turn every moment into a magical and unforgettable one. whether it would be sunny italy or ice-cold iceland, every place and every thing you did would be a memory that you would treasure for the rest of your life.
being loved by kim mingyu means having someone who will always be by your side to help you get up when you fall. he's always there for you when you need him, it doesn't even need to be mentioned, but while some people coward when they see their partner going through harder times and needing more support, mingyu would go through even the hardest part of your life with you. no matter how ugly it would get, how hard it would be for you to get up - mingyu is your pillar who would always stand by you.
being loved by kim mingyu feels like a warm home to which you come back after a hard day, like the smell of the sea, like hot chocolate on a rainy day, like a hug that you don't want to end.
“i’m yours for ever -- for ever and ever. here i stand; i’m as firm as a rock. if you’ll only trust me, how little you’ll be disappointed. be mine as i am yours.” - henry james, portrait of a lady
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with-my-calamitous-love · 1 month ago
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romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours
chuuya nakahara x reader
more chuuya boyfriend thoughts, i love him. for the yail series, and something chuuya lovers can munch on while i work on the rockstar chuuya series
inspired by paris
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chuuya nakahara, who many people think they know. a soulless, port mafia executive, a force to be reckoned with, a monster. who, with all his connections, hears many things about many different people: meeting, kissing, dying, everything between birth, rebirth, and death. who, suddenly, is too busy with you. did he see the photos? no, but thanks, though.
chuuya nakahara, who is so in love he might stop breathing. who is truly a romantic lover- roses, cards, gifts, absolutely spoiling you. who does have exes, and who knows people know- but who doesn't have it in him to care when it's with you. who makes cheap wine feel like champagne. who makes a few kisses feel like forever.
chuuya nakahara, who is a short-tempered, raging dog at anyone who stares at him the wrong way. who is a soft, loving teddy bear with you- it gives you whiplash. who orders his men to look after you when he's away on trips, but making sure they never cross the line to make you uncomfortable. who has photos of you all over his office, tangible evidence of his love.
chuuya nakahara, who finds that balance between showing you off and keeping you to himself. who holds your hand in public, takes you on fancy dates, and books the top floor of a hotel room so he can see the city lights reflect off your eyes. who is just as romantic cooking you dinner at home, dancing barefoot in the kitchen, listening to your laundry spin and floorboards creek. who will show you off when you want him too. who can just as easily put a privacy sign on the whole world, and stop time so its just you two, together.
chuuya nakahara, who is a manipulator of gravity, both literally and figuratively. whose touch makes you feel like you're flying, levitating above all those messes and all the pain in your life. who many would characterize as a player, but who is actually so, so loyal. who would open a vein in his arm for your happiness. who will not stop loving you, even if his heart gave out.
chuuya nakahara, who sometimes can't heave his heart into his mouth. who is so, so in love with you he can't find the words. who confesses his truth in swooping, sloping cursive letters, leaving you tokens of his love to carry with you everywhere. who has so much of you all over him, even when you aren't around. who wears your sweaters, your initials around his neck and your kisses on his chest. who sometimes takes your things when he's leaving for a work trip.
"chuuya, did you take my underwear?"
"no....?"
"CHUUYA?!"
"IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE YOU'RE AROUND!"
chuuya nakahara, who is so, so intimate. who makes you feel like your body is on fire, leaving no part of you untouched. who is so gentle one second, worshipping you with endless pleasure. who is rough the next, flipping you over and making it so that you can't walk for a month. who whispers filthy lines and praises in your ear, even when you can't form sentences. "s’en sortir si bien pour moi, n’est-ce pas ? tu vas encore jouir, chérie?"
chuuya nakahara, who you wish you could brainwash into loving you forever. who you are undeniably in love with. who has a young soul, taking you out till 4 in the morning. who wants to grow old with you, holding your wrinkled hand throughout the day. who loves you like you're 17, even when you push 70. who wants the only flashing lights to be the stars as he gets down on one knee, watching your eyes fill with tears as he makes it official.
chuuya nakahara, who you would say yes to again, and again, and again. who becomes your best friend, your soulmate, your husband, and your future with one kiss. who takes you somewhere else with the touch of his hands. who takes you to paris on your 5th anniversary, letting you watch the city go up in lights at midnight. whose blue eyes can only see you.
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0luv9 · 1 year ago
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sugar rose || theodore nott
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Summary: Fool in love, bright like silver, shinning for everyone to see. Life has never been this good for Theo and he'll go out of his way to keep it that way. Or Theodore being utterly and unapologetically in love with you.
Beware: fluff, a bit of smut (which I can't write to save my life), nicknames used (pretty, love), written in second person, no pronouns used, it's just sweet.
I hope this will warm your hearts up a bit, it's a cold winter this year.
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Everyone sees it, Theodore being absolutely smitten by you, it's obvious, he has made sure everyone knows that you are his for the taking. Nott was known to be level headed one in the group, like Blaise, never getting into fights but not doing much to stop them either. Unlike Enzo, who was on the other end of the spectrum from Matheo and Draco, always keeping the group out of conflict because he didn't want to lose the house cup, that is. Everyone knew not to mess with the Slytherins, their pride was always at stake.
You were his girlfriend, everyone knows, no-one knows the consequences of thinking otherwise. They'd rather not, it's quite evident that people loved their peace more than to spit some game over a taken girl. That's how it should be, that's how it'll be.
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You were sitting in Theo's lap, he was reading you the study material for history of magic, you were quite literally bored but your boyfriend was insistent on studying, he was also insistent on doing it with you, he wouldn't let go of you. The common room was empty, it was lunch time and you didn't feel like eating lunch, since you didn't your boyfriend didn't either, so this is how you were spending your time. He was your yes-man, whatever you ask of him, he'll do it in a heartbeat. Infact, he also does things you just think of, as well as the things you expect him to do, he knows you too well, always compliant to your wishes.
You turn around facing him, he puts down the book the very second you smile at him, all his attention on you. The way you look at him, sitting in his lap, with such love, he can feel his heart race, no matter how long it has been with you, the sugar rush never leaves. Theo can spend an eternity looking at you and still not run out of love, he knows it too well, he's far gone, turned too soft but he doesn't seem to mind because it's you. He doesn't care if his jaw hurts, he'll stay smiling when you are around. He starts his day with you in his mind, ends his day the same, dreams of you through the night and is with you throughout the day. He's content like this, there's nothing else he could ask for, he has everything he wants right in front of his eyes.
He doesn't have control over himself when it comes to you, it's all sweet and honey smooth when you are with him, his eyes always drift to you. He isn't hesitant to show his love for you, in fact he's quite shameless with it. You are shy infront of others though, so he enjoys moments like this, when you are alone with him, not afraid to be openly affectionate. Theo likes it when you say his name, "Theo," you breath out, smiling at him as you fiddle with his uniform's collar, unable to look into his eyes for long letting your gaze falter, he nods at you, encouraging you to continue, holding your nape with his hand making you look at him, thumb holding your chin up. You shake your head, smiling again and let your head bump against his chest, blushing, "I'm just happy, Teddy" your face is hidden in his chest, he holds you close, why is it that you are the shy one but it's his heart doing somersaults? "Me too mi amor, me too."
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Theodore is not a religious man but when he has you infront of him, he'd gladly sink to his knees, thanking the heavens above for their blessings. He's with you in his dorm room, sitting on the loveseat, you in his lap, trailing kisses down his neck. You pull away, sliding off his lap down to your knees looking up at him with such devotion, he feels like a king, you unbuckle his belt with such eager hands he feels his soul escape, as though it has found it's paradise, ready to leave the land of mere mortals.
You love to tease him, knew how to him rile up and you took advantage of it. You pucker your lips around the tip of his length, not giving in easily, your eyes are full of mischief when you look up at him, "Don't tease," he groaned, hand reaching to fist your hair, you giggle as you pull away making him hiss. "Be kind Bella," his jaw was clenched hard with tension, you decide that it's enough, you always think you can hold back from him, tease him a bit more than the last time but your heart just wants to please him. You take his dick in whole, the warmth of your mouth making his jaw fall slack, the tension lifting from his shoulders as you swirl your tongue around the base, dragging it up slowly. Kissing the tip, then pulling away- letting your hand do the work while you give him a coy look. It was fucking sinful, hellish even, the way you were looking up at him. Theo was not a good man he knew that but there has to be a special place in hell for him after this because fuck, the way he loves you on some days is pure filth, there's nothing pure in his mind, there's only his weak submission to carnal desires.
You work your mouth up and down his length, the tip hitting the back of your throat in a pleasurably painful way. "Merlin-" his eyes were blown off to pitch blacks, it was struggle to take him in fully but the fucked out look in his eyes only motivated you. Gagging and choking on his dick, on your knees for him, it was a sight only he could see, only he could take the pleasure of admiring, he relished in knowing that fact that you were only his. Your beauty was for everyone to see, therefore it was something special in seeing you, pretty like this, lips wrapped around him and tear stained cheeks. He loved you more each second, it was worrisome how much he loved you, it even scared him sometimes, he'd go to any lengths for you, it doesn't matter if the world hates him by the end of it, he'll be happy if it means you'll love him a bit more.
Few minutes later he warns you that he's going to reach his limit, you don't let go, hands, lips, tongue, all pushing him over the edge, soon he's coming undone under your touch, you swallow up his release, pulling away your mouth with a pop. You are looking up at him with cum stained lips, zipping him up then straddling him. "That was pure fucking filth, love," he smiles as he looks at your lips, smearing the spit and cum more with his thumb, then pushing his thumb against your lips making you roll your tongue around him, licking away the remains of him, "the only filth I love."
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Nott wasn't a fan of herbology but when he learnt that you adored certain flowers, he went out of his way to have them potted in your room, asked the professor ways of keeping the plants evergreen, perfected the charm to keep them blooming 24/7, going against nature just to see you smile.
Sometimes you'd make rings out of them, one for him, one for you, he'd wear them till the stems gave out, even then he'd preserve the flowers between the pages of his diary. Some days you'd make pretty crowns for yourself and others, he loved seeing you smile, the way you'd happily run to Pansy and Daphne during your break placing the crowns on their heads. Even they couldn't resist your charm, matching with you throughout the day, smiling brightly at eachother, it was a different kind of pretty, you being happy with your friends. He liked knowing that you had others loving you yet you came back to him, that you loved him more than you loved anyone else, he took pride knowing that his feelings were reciprocated with the same intensity.
"Everyone," you said out of nowhere, standing in front of him with your hands behind your back but talking to his friends instead, the group only sniggered at Theo's reaction, he was trying to get you to look at him, "I have something to confess," you smirked at them, you were wearing one of your flower crowns today and bright clothes as well, quite opposite to the image of the house you belonged to, standing out, everyone played along humming and urging you to continue, "there's this guy I like, a year above mine," you scrunched your nose up, as your friends gasped, "How scandalous, please continue ," Draco smirked, looking at how you were ignoring Theo who just looked confused, "I thought of asking him out on a date, you know with some poppies and roses, how does that sound?" You ask them shyly, still not looking at Theo who was on his feet now, while the others were sitting on the ground, splayed in different positions, all comfortable and happy. "That sounds awfully romantic, he'll surely appreciate it," Pansy quipped, cooing at your blushing face, the others simply nodding and grinning at her words.
Theo called out your name, finally making you look at him, "What Theo?" You ask him, your voice full of innocence, "what are you talking about?" He looks at his friends who just shrug and laugh while he's standing there all clueless. "You know, just confessing to the love of my life, he really is the best" you brightly smile up at him, "it's me, right? Theo?" He laughed lightly,"Ofcourse not silly," now he was confused, what were you on about and why were his friends hollering on the ground.
His face just scrunched up in confusion, you move closer to him, your shoes against his, smiling up at him, eyes full of love. "It's the guy named, Theodore Nott, do you happen to know him?" You were acting up, while his eyes widened, realising that he was being toyed with, not receiving a response, you pull your hands infront, placing the poppy and rose crown you made on his brown curls, "Happy Valentine's Day to guy I love the mostest" it was corny, cheesy and what not but it was sweetest thing at the same time, you were often shy when it came to public display but here you were, telling the world that he was the guy you loved the most- no, the mostest.
Theo was still awestruck, unable to move, only a smitten look on his, you reached up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. All you guys' friends were cooing and cheering when he bent down to kiss you after recovering from the initial shock, poppies and roses on both of your heads, you smiled against his lips as you pulled him closer. You both had drowned the noises everyone was making in the background, which went from cheering to fake gagging when they realised that the kiss wasn't going to end anytime soon. Theo couldn't care less what Valentine's was, for all it meant that he got another reason to celebrate his love for you, "I love you, the mostest." He repeated your words, meaning each and every word, his forehead resting against yours, there was no place better than this, to have you in his arms for everyone to see, for him to see your pretty smile directed at him, full of love and all things sweet and mushy, his face equally as bright. Kissing you again because he could never get enough of you, his heart beating as though he had just ran miles, warmth taking over his body, he doesn't ever remember asking for a life this happy but he's glad his happiness found him because there's nothing better than exchanging stones for roses or maybe it's just you, the rose petals over his gravel, he doesn't care only if it means that he can have you like this, sweet against his lips for the rest of his life. Finding himself closing his eyes, making a promise to himself, of cherishing and protecting this happiness of his, the one he never wished for, being his only wish now.
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hoshinasblade · 6 months ago
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second best |2| hoshina soshiro
PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART THREE
pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 2.5K trigger warnings: author's note: hello, reposting the part 2 because of hiccups from saturday when i posted it first (tumblr blocked my blog lol). likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated but please do not copy or steal my works. in celebration of this blog reaching 100 followers recently, i have written a bonus part 3 which will be posted within this week. my taglist form is here, and feel free to let me know your thoughts by sending me an ask through here. using my degree correctly by writing hoshina fanfics yes
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you aren't sure when things changed between you and hoshina soshiro.
when you were young, you would have understood that he didn't have the attention span to deal with you. he wasn't exactly shy, but you wouldn't call him friendly too - unlike you, who has taken it upon herself to be friends with all the children in the small neighbourhood. unfortunately for you, only the hoshina brothers are at the same age as you are, and at that time you thought that was a sign that fate was giving - you ought to be close to them.
you won't deny that you were fonder of the hoshina brothers than anyone when you started school. if you are being honest, you like them more than any of your expensive dolls or toys. being an only child, you thought it was only natural to want someone to be with - to want someone to share things with.
the brothers would have their endless training sessions every day, and though you did not know how to swing a sword then, you insisted to your parents - and theirs - that you must join them. sometimes you would be sitting on the floor just watching them, and frequently you would be the one keeping count of the score between soshiro and soichiro when they spar.
soshiro has never won a single match against his brother when they were kids.
but you didn't mind. you still preferred him over soichiro.
in fifth grade, you bought him the biggest cake your meagre savings could buy. it wasn't much really, but you won't forget how wide his eyes went when you lighted the candles and sang him the happy birthday song albeit out of tune. the next year, you gifted him a small keychain - a teddy bear in a purple kimono. you never saw him use it.
it wasn't until years after that you worked out what your feelings for him were. the girls from your class would make small talk and ask if you have a boyfriend now and then. you would say no all the time. at sixteen, you felt like you didn't need to be in a relationship - because you have soshiro, you said to yourself - and that was when it hit you.
every time soshiro would talk to you after that, you would peek in your little compact mirror, worried he had miraculously discovered your secret, afraid that maybe your face had given it away. he caught you doing that once, and he accused you of attempting to be pretty for him.
"is it me ye're trying to be cute for?" he volunteered to carry your bag on your way home but you declined. you didn't want to start assuming things; you knew he was just being nice.
"ya wish," you deflected effectively.
"well, whoever it is for, they're in for some trouble", he commented, and you chose not to read too much in his words. you realized how the walk to your house always seemed to be shorter when you were with soshiro.
when you turned eighteen, you asked your mom what it meant to be in love. she was the last person you had wanted to ask - your parents had broken their perfect marriage not long ago, your father choosing to abandon your mother and you. soshiro taught you the basics of kendo during those hard months. "i'll even let ya beat me", he said to you.
"it's when you care for them so much that you will go as far as to let them go because you wanted them to be happy," your mother answered.
soshiro did not have the decency to say goodbye when he left himeji. you wanted to celebrate with him, and it wasn't like you weren't familiar with his plans to move after graduation. you used to stay up late with him, and inevitably the conversation would steer to his dream of getting out of your town. he would say that it's to expand his horizons - for his growth - but you like to give yourself some credit because you know him too well to simply believe that. you can tell that he needs a place to stretch his wings and be the best - somewhere he can be better than his brother.
and maybe you are really your mother's daughter - you let hoshina soshiro go because you thought it would make him happy.
"vice-captain, platoon leader said ye're needed at operations." you saluted and walked inside his office. "get yer ass in there, were the exact words actually," you added, intending it to be a joke.
soshiro didn't even look up from the file he had been staring at since you came in. he's been like this for days after you were sworn in the defense force. you would bump into him in the hallways of the training building or sit at the same table with him for lunch, and he wouldn't speak to you at all. if you didn't know better, you would think that finally, after all these years, he is now aware of your feelings. but that would be impossible, because not only the other recruits would not dare to rat you out, but also because soshiro would not be acting this way if he knew.
"v-vice captain?" you repeated.
soshiro hummed. "i heard ya the first time, officer," he said, his glance on you so cold you felt it from where you stood. it wiped off the smile you were wearing that morning.
"ya can go," he said once more after he noticed you didn't move. "or d'ya need anything else from me?"
"no, vice-captain." you were almost out of the door when you remembered something else. "one more thing, hoshina-san," you faced him again, the way you said his last name soft against your own lips. "soichiro-kun will be visiting again tomorrow so we can go to himeji together -"
"do ya belong to the sixth division?" soshiro cut you off. "i didn't know ya transferred."
"i - i'm not -" you were still trying to look for the appropriate response when he interrupted you again.
"then why are ya spending so much time with him? d'ya wanna move to his jurisdiction?" soshiro is standing now, whatever he was reading earlier long forgotten.
it was difficult to reconcile this distant man in front of you with the boy you used to chase after during your childhood days. the one who would bring you an extra boxed lunch because you told him before that his bento tastes so much better than yours. the boy you fell in love with. you had both grown up, and taken different paths at a time, yes, but you did not expect to struggle so badly to find common ground with him. "im sorry, vice-captain, i'll be off now." it felt like a huge chasm had opened in the middle of the room that determined to keep the two of you worlds apart. you turned to leave, and you heard him mutter something.
"if ya wanted to keep going on dates with my brother, ya shouldn't have gone here."
there is only one thing sharper than his katana and it is hoshina soshiro's mouth.
pain swirled inside you, threatening to spill over. when you couldn’t keep the turmoil in any longer, you snapped.
"what is yer problem?!" your pitch reached a high octave that soshiro was shocked at the outburst. "did i do anything? cause yer being mean, soshiro," you pressed on, stepping closer to him. it didn't escape him how you dropped the title off his name, and the honorifics, too. he was about to respond, but you didn't give him the chance. "look, i know yer not on good terms with soichiro-kun, but he’s my friend."
"like i needed to be reminded." sarcasm coated his retort. "ya know what? ya can marry the guy and i won't even care. do whatever ya want", he said, dismissing you in a harsher tone
your forehead scrunched and your eyebrows met in confusion. "what are ya talkin' about? no one is getting married -"
soshiro's laugh was bitter. you recoiled at the offensive sound. "i'm not the one going around telling everyone she's in love with soichiro-kun.”
there was a loud ringing in your ears; you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, and you were suddenly afraid that this conversation is unfolding into something else entirely. “i never said that,” you protested. “i never told anyone i was in love with him. i don’t know where you’re getting this from.”
soshiro’s expression remained stoic and unreadable. “i heard you say it at the izakaya”, he murmured.
breath was knocked out of your lungs and panic started to rise within you. “i never told anyone i was in love with him”, you repeated. you tried to rewind every second of what happened in the party thrown for the new officers nearly a month ago. everyone was drinking and having a good time after the sworn-in ceremony. commander ashiro and the vice-captain had to leave ahead. your fellow newbies grilling you on your history with hoshina soshiro.
“save it.” hurt was evident in soshiro’s voice; his eyes glimpsed at you briefly, and you saw an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher flicker. soshiro’s expressionless mask faltered for a moment, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. although you don’t have a clue how he would have heard it when he went with commander ashiro that night, the desire to straighten things out overtook you.
for a split second, the burden of the truth hangs heavily on your tongue. you gave in to the desperation.
“i never told anyone i was in love with him”, you reiterated, hoping he would understand this time. “because it’s you i’m in love with.”
there were multiple occasions in the past where you almost admitted what he meant to you; you had pictured a thousand scenarios in your head where you declared your love, but all of them did not include the part where soshiro would respond.
you thought confessing would ease the ache in your heart, but it was the opposite. "i didn't know how to tell ya, and that's my fault. but how could i? ya didn't even bother to say goodbye to me when ya left home." it was taking everything of you to hold your tears back, and ignoring the obvious tremble in your voice, you continued. "did ya know i taught myself how to pray after ya were gone? i thought it was the only thing i could do for ya."
"i didn't know", was all soshiro could say. he looks in distress, still grappling with your bold confession.
a loud knock on the door broke the tension. “vice-captain, they made me fetch you,” okonogi said from the hall.
“well, now ya do.” you turned away just when soshiro strode towards your direction, running after you. you were faster than him, and despite the possibility that you would be seen coming from the vice-captain’s office crying, you twisted the doorknob and ran.
it is still hot when you sit down on a bench at the rooftop of the third division's training building.  you welcomed the cool breeze, however, and you noted that at this altitude, everything from far away looks considerably smaller.
you missed two important briefings this afternoon already, and your team is most certainly searching frantically for you everywhere. you are definitely going to be scolded by your superior. yet you couldn’t bring yourself to discard the little comfort being alone had given to you, especially after such an emotional confrontation. you sighed, exhaustion slowly crawling all over you. lost in your thoughts, you did not notice the soft footsteps approaching until a familiar voice tore through the silence. the cold breeze blew, making you shiver a bit.
“hey,” soshiro called out. you freaked out, immediately looking for a space to hide at. “i already saw ya,” he let you know.
he held out a keychain in front of your face, a tiny bear in a faded purple kimono with the string attached to its head dangling from his forefinger. you recognized it instantly - you got it for him when he turned 12 years old. he sat beside you, not concerning himself with asking for your permission.
“the first few days were the hardest”, he began, and you listened. “i was too used to seeing ya every day, but when we were apart, i convinced myself i would forget how ya look like. i didn’t.” he offered the keychain to you and you took it - the bear’s fur worn out and old to your touch. “i hold that thing whenever i start to miss ya.”
shock was etched on your face and your gaze darted to him. “is it too late now to say that i love ya?” he whispered, his face mirroring the sincerity of his tone. sunlight bathed the rooftop as soshiro’s words hung in the air, leaving you breathless and stunned. you gasped. “maybe i should have told ya sooner. but i have been in love with ya for a while now.”
you leaned into his shoulder, and you quietly cried.
“i don’t think i have been anybody’s first choice in anything, so it didn’t enter my mind that ya would probably feel the same.” his hand found yours and you relished on the warmth.
“your brother advised that i tell ya, ya know?” you said between sniffles.
he chuckled. “he didn’t do an excellent job at that, did he now?”
silence ensued; his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand, your head on his shoulder still - your breathing still a mess from everything that has been said. “i’m sorry i hurt ya. let me spend my whole life making it up to ya,” he proposed. the promise made your heart skip a beat.
for the first time in a long time, you gave him a smile - the one you have reserved just for him, the one you made sure to convey everything you wanted to tell him. there are a lot of other things you feel the need to ask him, but this will suffice for now. this is more than you ever had in your whole life.
“i can’t believe we wasted so much time dancing around our feelings. that one time i wanted to hit one of our classmates because he was being pushy with ya, d’ya remember that?” he reminisced. “anyone can have everything in the world, and the only time i would crack is if it is ya being taken away from me.”
all your dreams pale in comparison to your reality now.
out of the blue, you heard soshiro giggle. “does this mean ya were telling the newbies that night that it was me ye’re into?” he stared at you, and you can’t help but see him as the little boy you grew up with. this is the man i love, you said to yourself. you squeezed his hand.
you didn’t respond. all you know is the color of your cheeks surely rivals the pink of the skies as the both of you watch the sun sets.
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disneyprincemuke · 1 year ago
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midnights * mv1
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since your breakup, max hadn’t thought of you. until he stumbled home by himself in the middle of the night.
pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader
warnings: honestly just heartbreak all around
notes: i started writing this when i found out my ex-boyfriend was dating someone new, and now here i am 💀 and i fear i am on my phone once more; i will credit the gif in the morning when i get to school
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the lock clicks as max turns his key, the sound echoing in the eerily empty hallway behind him. he turns the knob and was greeted by his empty apartment.
max hasn’t been home in almost 2 weeks. the races and his media commitments, topped by other projects just made it so rare to find the time to come home. but that’s not the only reason he’s avoiding the confinements of these four walls.
he flips the switch in the entryway, slipping his shoes off. immediately, he notices the vast difference in the way his apartment looks — how strangely lifeless it feels.
he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is and it takes him a second to realise.
you’d emptied his apartment of your belongings.
the breakup happened in the 2 weeks he was away from home. it actually took place a night before his race. he’d grown tired of it too, the neverending misunderstandings and the fights.
so he let you walk away; you hopped on a flight back home.
he hasn’t exactly had the time to think about you since then. you’d only texted him once: two days ago to tell him that victoria will be the one with the cats until he comes back. he’d only replied with a simple ‘okay, thank you’.
he didn’t really know what to say either. he stared at your text message for 5 minutes before daniel called him over to start filming a promotional shoot. that was all he could come up with.
max walks further into the apartment you’d once shared. his eyes are darting all over the place, taking mental notes of spots that look different from the way he had left it.
the framed picture of you with the cats is gone, your magazines on the coffee table, the bowl of your collection of scrunchies as a ‘conversation-starter’ centrepiece — it’s all gone.
his apartment didn’t even feel like home. all of the things that made it feel like home just isn’t in here anymore.
max turns his body, taking a glance at the entryway. even your house slippers aren’t where they usually are. it’s as if you were never even here.
he takes a walk further in, glancing at the sofa. it seems so lifeless now without the teddy bear you brought in, and the blanket that you insisted was only for the living room.
he admits he misses the teddy bear. though, he was opposed to the idea at first, claiming that it’s taking up precious space that you could both be maximising together. it proved a lot more useful when he found himself hugging it when he’s on the sofa watching a show with you.
the remotes for all the appliances are no longer scattered over the furniture mysteriously. they are all lined up neatly on the edge of the coffee table, grouped accordingly. you hated arranging the console remotes for the simple fact that you were too lazy to reach forward an inch to start playing.
and it finally hits him, that in the moment of pride, and simply protecting his peace at the moment, he has now lost you.
for good, it seems.
max drops himself on the couch. he’s still looking around, desperately wishing that this was some cruel dream he’s in. he will wake up with you by his side, your hair in his face with his arm draped lazily around your body. he will wake up and you are still his, and he is yours.
he can only sigh. audbily, at the predicament he has found himself in. at the time, it didn’t occur to him to fight for you; to ask you to stay. he didn’t have it in him to ask you to find reason within yourself to change your mind.
then he hears a soft meow, followed by sounds of pitter patter against the floor of the apartment. before he knew it, the couch dips ever so slightly and then there’s jimmy climbing onto his lap to greet him.
then he hears actual footsteps, slippers dragging against the floor. he turns his head slightly, his one hand patting the feline’s head, and meets victoria’s eyes.
“max?”
“victoria.”
a set of lights by the windows are turned on, granting him a look at his younger sister. she’s standing by the door of the guest bedroom with a jacket hanging loosely around her shoulders.
she has a frown on her face, and a look that screamed she didn’t know what to say to him.
and then his heart breaks. instead of walking through those apartment doors hand in hand with you, giggling from the high you’d get from the bar in his private jet, he is sitting her all by himself. met by his younger sister, who would be gone by morning to go back to her family.
max can only smile sadly at her. he shrugs. “we broke up.”
“i know,” she answers softly, nodding understandingly. she approaches him cautiously with her arms slightly held up. “i’m sorry.”
“me too.”
max scrambles from his position and gladly takes in the hug that she’s offered him. he suddenly feels so small, his heart aching in his chest and his throat closing up. he feels the tears in his eyes as he hugs his younger sister slightly tighter.
she rubs her back up and down, hugging him even tighter when she feels his chest stagger slightly. now he’s sniffling and hands are moving up to his face to wipe the tears falling from his eyes.
“give it time,” victoria whispers, swaying slightly in an attempt to comfort the driver. “i promise everything will fall back into place. slowly, but surely.”
max sighs deeply. “i don’t know why i didn’t stop her from walking away.”
she pulls away from the hug, then tugs his hands towards the couch when he chases her embrace. she leans back, pulling max in for a tighter — and slightly more comfortable — hug.
“i know it sucks now,” she rests her cheek on the top of his head, squeezing his shoulder empathetically. “but let things sort itself out. it will be okay.”
there, in his sister’s arms, he cried for the first time since your breakup. he had been so busy that he hadn’t been able to process the whole situation at all.
the way you had shot daggers at him through your eyes that night, how he snapped at you when he noticed and how the fight had erupted from something barely of significance.
it was just over a cup of coffee — how you had made it with 2 sugars instead of 3.
from there, the topics of contention had evolved into something bigger. in the haze of both of your anger, past arguments were brought up and new ones were created just in that night.
then both of you grew tired. you ended up next to him on the couch of his driver’s room in silence. and you said, “i can’t do this anymore, max.”
and he had said to you, “i’m tired.”
but what he should’ve said was: “i’m sure we can find a way through this.”
but that’s not what he said to you. he stayed silent when you brought it up: “i think we need to break up.”
frankly, he didn’t really know what to say. at first, he was dumbfounded at what you said. never did he think, that when you first start dating, that a breakup would ever present itself.
max told himself, about 4 months into the relationship that there’s absolutely no way he’d end up with anybody else except you.
now, it seems he’s going to have to go through all of this by himself. start the whole thing all over again, unless something changes.
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musingsofahufflepuff · 11 months ago
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Just a Glimpse of Us
ex!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader, Theodore Nott x gn!reader; angst
summary: after a particularly rough break up with mattheo, theodore is there to pick up the pieces. he’s the perfect boyfriend in theory, so why do you wish it was your ex instead?
a/n: while the reader is currently dating theo, this isn’t really about him (sorry bby ily). our focus today is matt. he’s a bit of a dick for the majority and says a couple of insensitive things. the happy ending won, so here it is, happy valentine’s day ♡
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Only 2 weeks after your relationship ending fight with Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott asked you out. You said yes.
It had taken you a week longer than it had for Mattheo.
You weren’t entirely sure why you had said yes. The pessimist in you said it was only because you were hurt. The optimist in you meekly thought different.
Theodore was attractive and surprisingly gentle with you. In the days following the break up, he frequently sought you out in the nooks of the castle you started to escape to. The times when you couldn’t keep yourself together, he held you as you broke down in tears and didn’t let go until the pain subsided. His chest was warm and sturdy and safe. The scent of smoke lingered on him hauntingly similar to the way it hung to Mattheo, permeating his clothes and your soul.
He was there by your side when you stumbled on a Ravenclaw girl practically chewing Mattheo’s face off out in the hall in front of god and everyone, 3 days post breakup. Part of you knew he wanted you to see.
A piece of you died that day.
The following weekend party ended with you in Theodore’s bed. Maybe you wanted Matt to walk in his dorm and see you with one of his best friends. Maybe you wanted him to feel the same festering wound you had been living with since he had stormed out of your life.
He never did come back that night.
A week after Mattheo broke your heart a second time, Theodore found you sitting in the astronomy tower, knees to your chest, staring at the view of the valley. He sat next to you, arm easing its way across your shoulders as you leaned into him. He had seemed nervous, so unlike his usual stoic and relaxed demeanor.
“Would you want to maybe go to Hogsmeade with me tesorino?”
The pessimist in you was right.
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That was a month ago. A month of dating Theodore Nott. You were less sad at least. Or maybe you were just more numb.
Despite sitting at the Slytherin table with Theodore and your friends, you weren’t really present. You were vaguely aware of his hand resting on your side and the unintelligible chattering filling in the background noise of aimless thoughts. Your eyes were facing the rest of the Great Hall, but you were looking through it. You used to sit here with all the same people but Mattheo always used to be here too. You hadn’t seen him during meals or class lately. He would sling his arm around your waist during meals like this. Theodore’s touch burns.
Before your mind can drift off too far as to what he could possibly be up to recently, the doors to the great hall open with a thud.
It takes a few blinks to get your eyes to focus back and when they do, you’re greeted to a bored looking Mattheo, arm loosely resting on—what appears to be a Hufflepuff—girl’s shoulder.
Theodore’s grip on you tightens and a kiss is pressed to your temple. Matt’s eyes rake over to where you’re sat and you can’t quite figure out what he’s thinking. As quickly as he looked your way, he directs his attention elsewhere.
“You okay tesorino? You got tense,” Theodore speaks softly above your ear.
With an exhale you smile up at him, “I’m okay Teddy.” He’s looking at you like you placed the moon in the sky for his enjoyment and it reminds you of brown eyes that had once looked at you the same way.
Pushing the thought from your mind, you press a firm kiss on his lips- searching for butterflies or fireworks or something when he returns the motion.
You find none.
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“Nott? Really sweetheart? You can do better than that.”
Mattheo’s voice stabs through you, making you involuntarily jerk to a halt. It had been so long since you’d heard his voice. You try to regain your breath before turning to face him. He’s standing in the middle of the hall, cocky smile on his face. You had forgotten how arrogant he could be, used to his sweet smiles and soft eyes reserved only for you. You desperately longed for it. That Matt was long gone, just a whisper you were still hopelessly trying to grasp onto.
He raises an eyebrow when you make no attempt to respond, seemingly expecting a snarky remark. He takes a couple strides toward you. He baits you again, “I guess I can see why you hang around him, he follows you around like a pathetic dog.” You bite.
“At least I’m not a manwhore who jumps in the first skirt offered to him,” the calm in your tone surprises you, your entire soul feels like it could shatter any moment. “What do you want Riddle?”
Something flashes across Matt’s face for the briefest of moments. So subtle only you would have noticed it.
Before he can respond Theodore is by your side, “why don’t you say that shit to my face next time.”
“And here’s the guard dog now. Have to say, didn’t expect my best mate to lap up my sloppy seconds.”
Tears sting in your eyes at his unexpected cruelty. Then the sound of a fist cracking bone is making you jump. You cover your mouth with your hands as blood starts pouring out of Mattheo’s nose. A crowd has started to form around the three of you and you’re grabbing Theodore’s arm that’s getting ready to take another swing.
Matt’s face is hard to read. He doesn’t immediately react to his apparently broken nose nor the blood staining his uniform. Instead his eyes are locked on you.
You force your voice to work, “c’mon Teddy, it’s not worth it.”
He snaps his head towards you in bewilderment. “Tesorino you heard what he just said about you, right?” Your heart aches at his concern only for you, your gaze shifting to meet Mattheo. The same aching heart reminds you he would have done the same for you once upon a time.
Those pretty brown eyes convince you that you don’t want to see his face anymore beaten than it already was.
“Please Teddy, let’s just go.” You look up at Theodore’s face and tug on his arm.
He relaxes his stance and gives you a nod, letting you lead him away. You do your best to not look back at Mattheo.
However you can’t help the quick glance over your shoulder; seeing Matt looking at you, ironically, like a kicked puppy.
You cry yourself to sleep that night, locked in Theodore’s suffocating embrace.
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Monday night finds you back in the astronomy tower, cigarette in your fingers. You had swiped it from Theodore’s stash before classes this morning. It wasn’t the same brand Matt used. Knowing Nott, it was probably higher quality.
You turn the stick in your hand, blinking back tears. Thoughts of your time up here with Matt swirl around your head, making it hard to breathe.
There at the top of the tower surrounded by the cool night, you break.
It happens all at once. No build up, just a shatter. Sobs rack through your body and an animalistic cry of pure pain and despair forces its way out of you.
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Mattheo pushes himself off the leather couch he sat on in the common room. Enzo looks up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and flashes it at the boy, “need a smoke, wanna come with?”
He gets a small head shake no in response before he turns to leave the dungeons.
The walk up to the astronomy tower is familiar and would be comforting in different circumstances. As he starts climbing up the stairs he hears broken sobs echo through the tower. He hesitates thinking it might be best to leave the person alone, but his concern wins out and he treks onward. To say he’s shocked when he sees it’s you is an understatement. Heart rate picking up at the thought of you being hurt, he makes his way over.
At the sound of his footsteps, in between sobs you choke out, “please leave Theo, I want to be alone.”
“I’m not Theo, sorry to disappoint,” the words are slightly joking but his tone is gentle.
You lift your head up to look at him, eyes red and tear tracks staining your cheeks. His heart aches. He settles himself down next to you, giving you space.
You sit together in silence for a few moments, his mere presence wrapping itself around you like a childhood blanket, tattered and long lost. You feel some semblance of peace for the first time in months.
“I’m sorry,” he ducks his head down, shame overtaking him. “You didn’t deserve the way I treated you.”
He tilts his head to look at you, eyebrows knitting together. He almost looks like he could cry. “You’re not my sloppy seconds and Theo isn’t a dog, I just-“ he goes back to avoiding your eyes and blinks a couple times, a tear rolling down his cheek. You reach out and gently wipe it away with your thumb. It has the unintended consequence of making more tears start to fall.
“I was angry and hurt and I guess the only way I know how to express that is by hurting everyone around me.” Your soul shouts at you to reach out for him, but you hold back.
“I think about you all the time,” he’s curled in on himself in the way you’ve only ever seen him do when he talks about his home life. “I miss you so much.”
His eyes squeeze shut in an attempt to stop crying, fingers digging into his biceps. You know him too well, can read his actions like you were reading his mind.
You pull him into your arms.
It’s easy to tell you made the right decision when he instantly relaxes in your embrace, instinctively pushing his head against your chest like he had done so many times before. His voice comes out quieter when he says, “I don’t expect you to forgive me, lord knows I wouldn’t.”
A small smile works its way onto your face as you speak to him for the first time since the fight in the hallway, “you’ve always been the type to hold a grudge. And I know you’d never admit it, but it’s because you care.”
“I’m sorry for kissing that girl, I don’t even know her name. I thought it would fill the hole in me, but it didn’t. Then I saw you with Theo at the party and—“ his voice cracks. You tighten your grip, a hand coming up to run through his curls.
You release a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, “I told Theo that I couldn’t keep seeing him today. I felt like I was using him, cause he’s not you.”
Matt pulls himself out of your embrace to cup your face in his hands, dark eyes swimming with unshed tears and that gentle look he used to give you. The one where you could see the longing, the raw need for your touch and love and approval and very essence of your being. It was vulnerable and gave away just how deeply sorry he was for hurting you.
You were drawn to him as you had always been, a planet orbiting a sun that gave off such warmth and fiery passion but could also burn magnitudes of pain that was near incomprehensible.
“I can’t fix the damage I’ve done, but I want to spend my life making it up to you. And I’ll do everything in my power to make amends with Theo. Please, let me be part of your life again.”
“Matty, I want to, but I don’t want to feel like that again. It was hell,” your voice catches on the last part, a stray tear escaping. Gentle lips are pressed on your cheek where the tear was.
“I will never make you feel that way again. And I give you full permission to use an unforgivable if I don’t keep my promise. Fuck, I’ll take an unbreakable vow if that’s what you want, love.”
You can’t hold back anymore, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that rivals the most beautiful sunsets, warmth rushing over you. This is what home feels like.
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puppy-steve · 2 months ago
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promise you forever
steddie ☆ 971 ☆ cw: none ☆ appalachian eddie ☆ao3
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“phone for ya, eds,” wayne chuckles as he comes out of the house to the front porch where everyone’s sitting. “think your boy’s had one too many.”
eddie frowns and stamps down the worry bubbling inside him. steve rarely ever drinks anymore. doesn’t smoke anymore, either. not since starcourt. eddie slides off the porch swing where he’d been sitting with his aunt pep and goes inside to the wall phone in the kitchen, the receiver laying on the counter.
“steve?” he says, lifting the phone to his ear.
“country boy, i love youuuuuuuu!”
steve’s words are slurred, which doesn’t make eddie any less panicked. what happened? was he okay? eddie leaves to visit his family for one week and he can’t seem to escape the horrors that hawkins, indiana seems to breed every day.
“stevie? baby, you okay?” eddie tries to keep his voice from shaking.
there’s a laugh on the other line and steve flat out yells into the phone, “eddie! hi!” yep. he’s definitely drunk. eddie strains to hear any background noise that would give any hints as to where steve is at, but it’s silent.
eddie’s knuckles grip the phone. “where are you, sweetheart? are you safe?”
steve makes a grumbling noise, like he’s talking to someone else and eddie doesn’t know if that makes him feel better or worse.
“i’m fiiiiiine, eds,” steve says after another second of grumbling. “teds. teddy. teddy bear.” he starts listing ever iteration of eddie’s name, and eddie doesn’t want him to stop. if he keeps going, then eddie knows he’s not in immediate danger.
“dingus! stop hogging the phone!”
wait.
“robbie, i’m trying to talk to me boyfriend,” steve whines and there’s sounds of a scuffle and “no—hey—robin, it’s still my turn—!”
“hi, eddie!” robin’s voice is suddenly in his ear and sounding just as drunk as steve. jesus christ, eddie’s never leaving them unsupervised again.
eddie sighs and runs a hand down his face. “robin, where the hell are you? and why are you drunk?” these two are gonna finish what the bats started and put him in an early grave, he swears it.
on her end, robin groans. “dingus!” she scolds steve. “you didn’t remind him?”
“remind me of what, bobbie?” eddie asks. now that he’s sure the two of them are somewhat coherent and probably not in danger, he feels so fucking tired all of a sudden.
“it’s my birthday, doofus!”
well now eddie feels awful. steve reminded him before he and wayne left, but in all the excitement of seeing the rest of his family again, it slipped eddie’s mind.
robin continues, “and you, theodore munson!”
if eddie thought he was off the hook, he’s dead wrong. he’s never hearing the end of this now. it’s not likely, but maybe luck will be on his side for once and she’ll forget this conversation ever happened.
“you owe me a birthday breakfast, lunch, and dinner when you get back. and you have to buy me a present.”
eddie rests his forehead on the wall as a laugh bubbles up out of his chest at the ridiculousness of the situation. “alright, birdie,” he promises. “as soon as i get back, i’ll start right on it and get you the most expensive present i can afford.”
“it better break your bank account, munson!” she threatens, but eddie knows she’s bluffing.
“alright, birthday girl, can you put steve back on?”
robin yells out for steve. “you better not be doing any hanky panky on my birthday, dingus,” she warns before steve comes on the line.
“hi, baby.” he’s definitely still drunk, but he’s quieter, not yelling into the phone like he was a few minutes ago.
warmth fills eddie’s chest and he leans his shoulder on the wall, angling himself away from the door to give himself a sense of privacy in case anyone comes inside. “hey sweetheart,” he says just as softly. “you two having fun?”
he can practically see steve’s nod. “mhm,” he confirms. “miss you, though. wish you were here.”
eddie’s gonna marry this boy someday, just you wait.
“i miss you, too, sugar,” eddie tells him. “wayne said he thinks you’ve had a little too much to drink.”
“no i haven’t!” steve’s voice raises for a second before dropping back down again. “just had one… three… four beers, i promise.”
eddie hums, not bothering to hide the amused grin on his face. “uh-huh. s'at why you sound drunker than a skunk, right now, sweet thing?”
steve huffs and eddie wants so badly to kiss the pout off his boyfriends lips. “m'not drunk,” he says without any real argument.
“alright, i believe you,” eddie concedes. he can’t help but to let a little worry back in. he bites his lip. “can you promise me something, stevie?”
steve’s answer is immediate and almost shatters eddie’s heart. “i’ll promise you forever, teddy.”
eddie takes a breather to calm himself down so he doesn’t jump in wayne’s truck and make the five hour drive back to hawkins. “promise me you’ll call nancy if either of you start to feel weird?”
steve hums in his ear, like a purring cat. “i promise, baby. cross my heart ‘n everything.”
eddie grins and wishes he was there in front of him so he could touch him. “thank you. i won’t keep you any longer, then. i’m sure birdie’s getting impatient.”
“she’s always impatient,” steve huffs. “it’s her best quality.”
there’s no argument there.
“i love you, stevie. call me tomorrow when you wake up?”
steve sighs softly. “i love you, eddie.” he makes exaggerated kissing noises over the phone until he hangs up.
eddie hangs the receiver up. he’s here in his grandmother’s kitchen, surrounded by his family, but his heart has never felt as full as it does in this moment.
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pleasantphantomhologram · 6 days ago
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The Yellow Sundress that you like
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Y/N 
Summary: He loves you and your cunty Yellow sundress
Warning: SMUT NO PLOT / MDNI / Please i am just so horny after saw tha Pascalispunk Insta story 😭/ a bit of Daddy kink/ Breeding kink/ unsafe sex 🙏 
A/N: This is myyyy very veryy verrrryyy first smuutttttt, so it is so messy here and there, because i make this while being horny over this man, OMG, IDK, BUT HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, (please spare me 😭🙏 if there are so many grammar error)
"... i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."
When everyone else is choosing to spend their year-end holidays in four-season countries, seeing snow or going to the highlands, you and Pedro decided to spend your year-end holiday on a beautiful private island with pristine white sand, owned by one of Pedro's friends.
There's no need to ask how you ended up there, the point is that Pedro always makes sure Y/N just has to relax and enjoy the vacation. Yes, your lover, who has a significant age gap of almost 20 years, loves to spoil Y/N. Whenever Pedro has a free schedule after shooting all sorts of film projects or TV series, he will always come home to your apartment.
Honestly, sometimes you still find it hard to believe that you, a 28-year-old woman who only works as a publicist team for a major production house, can be in a relationship with a megastar, Pedro Pascal.
You met when Pedro was on a media tour for the series Narcos, and you met by chance at a private celebration, and after that..., the rest is history, until now you have been in a relationship for five years.
Five years with the man of every woman and man's dreams sometimes makes Y/N insecure. Yes, for five years you still don't want to publicize your relationship for various reasons. Of course, Pedro understands and follows your wishes.
"I always ready if you decide to be open about our relationship baby. You are the most amazing partner and lover I ever have. Do not worry too much okay," he said at that time.
Although their relationship is still a secret, Y/N has introduced Pedro to her parents and vice versa, you have been introduced by Pedro to his siblings and parents.
It feels like this is enough for you, because you know that this man loves you, truly, very much, loves you.
But for Pedro, all this is certainly not enough. As someone who has the love language of acts of service, spoiling you is one of the things the man loves.
There have been countless times when Pedro suddenly sent a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flower, to your office or apartment with cheesy little notes like
'i miss you, ma belle'
When you were menstruating, without being asked or requested, Pedro was ready to buy all your menstrual needs, from snacks, heat packs, and of course himself as a human-sized teddy bear who was ready to hug you when your stomach cramps started to attack.
Hey, of course this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for both of you in the midst of his busy life as a Hollywood actor.
Of course, this boyfriend material action doesn't stop there. Every year, Pedro always plans a short escape for the two of you in the midst of his busy schedule as a Hollywood actor.
For the past three days, the two of you have been waking up late at this beachside cottage, sunbathing and making out like smitten teenagers, and having a romantic dinner afterwards. However, today a naughty idea crossed your mind.
For five years of dating, you already know what your lover likes when you have sex and the favorite thing that Pedro has never directly told you is how he is very aroused when you wear this yellow floral sundress.
Every time you wear a summer dress that really shows off every curve of your beautiful body, you know Pedro follows your every move like a lion eyeing its prey to eat. This time, you want to prove the hypothesis.
That morning Pedro woke up earlier than you, yes, this was your chance to give a naughty surprise to the hot guy. You started to dress up, wearing
Pedro's favorite white floral lingerie and then wearing your favorite sundress. The dress was really tight with a slit as high as your hips and your final touch was, you decided not to wear underwear.
You checked your appearance in front of the mirror once more, feeling okay, you rushed to Pedro who was reading a book on a beach chair and only wearing blue boxers.
"Baby ..." you called.
"Yes, ho .." Pedro was stunned to see your super hot appearance. The sundress had low shoulders that showed your big and tempting cleavage. There was a warm rush flowing towards Pedro's crotch because he saw how sexy his lover was.
"Well, well, is it my birthday today?" he asked, a naughty grin appeared on his face when you decided to sit on Pedro's lap.
"Baby ..., you are not wearing panty?" you shook your head while smiling naughty.
"No, I want to give you a lil surprise."
"Surprise? What kind of surprise doll?" asked Pedro while slowly stroking your thigh and slightly tickling your groin that was not wearing underwear.
"I know, you have a thing with a sundress baby. You are always so horny when I wear my sundress. Today, what if we find out if my hypothesis is true."
"Ah ..., you got me baby. I love sundress, I love how this slutty dress fits your body perfectly, I always imagine to bend you over on my desk then fuck you harder, until your leg shaking and beg me to breed you."
"uhum, what if we do that now Daddy? Bend me over, spread my leg and eat me in this slutty sundress.
Hearing Pedro's words made the hair on your neck stand on end. Not because of fear, but goosebumps imagining how the man uses your vagina as he pleases and makes you forget everything.
"Hell yeah baby. As you wish." Pedro began to explore every inch of your slender neck and lowered your dress until it was off and only showed a white see trough bra, which of course he immediately took off too and finally showed your ripe breasts with areola and white slightly pink.
lick, suck, tracing every inch of it it’s the most favorite thing that Pedro likes about your boobs. He loves your boobs so much, and when he plays with it, you can’t help but moan every suck, every lick of his tongue.
It’s so good that you are not aware you are already grinding your cunt (who is already soaking wet) into his hard groin.
“Ugh.. baby.. please.”
“Please what baby?” asked Pedro.
“I need your finger, please..”
“Not my cock babe?” He teases you with his fingers that are now circling slowly at your clit and make you moan in his ears.
“nggh, not yet, i want your fing… nggh...” You hardly finished your words.
“Show me how bad you want my fingers,” Y/N whined a bit, but she didn't stop herself and guided Pedro's fingers into her hole.
“Please papi, there.. please” He smirked to see your horny face while touching your wall and moving his finger the way you usually like.
Like the sex toy, Pedro moves his finger slowly and hits your very-very sweet spot that makes your cunt wetter and now you can hear your own sloppy cunt gettin fucked by his finger.
“Damn it babe, it became wetter than usual. Are you that horny?” he asked.
“Ungh, always wet for you papa.”
“My lovely princess. Tell me princess, what do you want next?” his fingers still slowly touching your sweet spot.
"ahn,.. i.. i.. unggh papa.."
“What mi amor.”
“i.. ahnn.. fuck me with your tongue..”
“My tongue? Be specific Y/N”
“I want your tongue lick my clit slowly and suck it. and fuck my hole with your tongue.”
"That's it, good girl. Okay, one cunnilingus for my girl.” He easily lifted your body and now you have splayed on top of the table beside him, he slowly touched your inner thighs then spread it then brought his mouth into your cunt and did as you said before.
“YES…” You, always love how he fucks your cunt with his tongue. the way he circles his tongue on your clit and licks it like he licks his favorite ice cream flavor.
“Daddy. so good..”
“Only for you baby. You are looking so good, hot, and tempting. Splayed below me, with this cunt dress.” He said still focusing on making you moan and cum, of course.
“C..cum.. i want…”
“Come baby, give daddy your cunt Juices.” then you cum on his mouth while he eats your pussy and he happily accepts your juice and eats it.
"Come here baby." He said as he guides you to kiss him, to taste your juice on his mouth in between the kisses.
"Thank you papa.." you smile at him.
“Aha, not yet baby. we haven't started anything yet. Now, bend over. show me your cunt.” His tone is very clear.
"Yes daddy." You said as you bend over him, spread your thighs and show your wet hole.
“Such a nice view. I think I can fuck you all day long with this dress.” He said.
"That's my plan papa."
“a very nice plan baby. should we change all of your wardrobe into sun dress?”
“and you fuck me everyday? I like that.” you said a bit wiggling your ass teasing him that already naked and showing his fat cock standing proudly.
“Okay, consider it done. Now, show me how that tight cunt works baby.” He slowly teases your entrance with his tip then thrusts his fat cock into your already wet hole.
“OH FUCK, so big.. papi.. yes, harder please, fuck me hard and fa..fassth” you said in the middle of your moan. First, he moves his ass slowly, like he's savoring every inch of your warm wall that sometimes massages his dick.
“Damn, Y/N it's still this tight. you are so fucking warm and tight.”
Suddenly he moves faster hitting your sweet spot again and again. You both already forget that you are still outside (Luckily it is a private island and your cottage is located in a very-very private area)
“Fuck..baby.. I think I'm going to cum..”
“Yes..please…please give me your cum papi. make me pregnant with your seeds.” with his last thrust, He cum inside yours, giving his seeds wishing it is successfully making you pregnant. He then pulls his dick and carries you in a bridal style to the room.
"Pedro.."
"Yes baby."
"I still remember when you gave me this sundress."
"Yeah, what about it baby."
“At first, I was very insecure about it.” Pedro is still listening to you.” Because.. you know, my body is not that I don't know how to say it.”
Pedro took you to bed and lay beside you. "You know, i kinda feel insecure about my body, it is.. kinda big, especially my thigh. sometimes i don't like it."
"Oh baby, i don't want you to think about your body like that. You know, i admire you as you are, besides, i love this big thigh and ass. You, baby, is the sexiest human being on earth, that i am so grateful that i meet you. Don't compare yourself with others, okay? And, i won't stop buying you a very very cunty dresses and lingerie, because i want you to feel confident with your body, i want you to love your body, like i love all of you."He said with a smile on his face as he carresing your hair.
"I love you papi."
"And i love you too mi amor."
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holylulusworld · 1 year ago
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Dinner for one (1)
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Summary: You eat alone. You like it that way. Someone disturbs your dinner.
Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, grumpy Bucky, pushy Bucky, a hint of fluff, mentions of dead relatives, cheating ex-boyfriend
Dinner for … masterlist
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“A table for one?” The hostess looks you up and down. It’s not the first time you have dined at the fancy restaurant. Every once in a while you treat yourself and go out to have dinner at your favorite Italian restaurant.
“For two,” you splutter and curse yourself for it. “I mean…uh…I brought a friend.” You drop your gaze and take a deep breath. “I meant that I brought my stuffy. Is it okay that he’ll sit with me?”
The hostess eyes you up and down. You can see the wheels in her head spinning. “That’s a little odd, don’t you think?”
You expected her to act like that. “Did you know that in Japan there is a restaurant trying to make dining alone less awkward? They seat patrons with giant stuffed animals if they are alone. I had the opportunity to see it myself.”
She blanches at your response. “Japan? You’ve been to Japan?”
“Yeah, I had the chance to live there for a while. My boyf—” You bite your tongue and shake your head. “I accompanied someone. He wanted to start anew in a foreign land.”
“Cool,” she looks around the restaurant, searching for a table for two. “I can give you the one in the corner. It’s not the best table, and usually taken by a regular. But he won’t come this week. He canceled his usual reservation.”
“That would be very kind of you,” you wring your hands as she guides you toward the table. “I’ll be right back with my…uh…”
“It’s fine,” she says. “I’ll reserve the table for you. You can order in a minute.” You nod and walk back outside to get your fluffy friend.
While you are busy unlocking your car, the hostess talks to the waiter. “Please don’t ask questions and try not to stare. The guest will bring her plushie to keep her company.”
“A plushie?” The waiter furrows his brows. “Oh, like in Japan! I saw something about it on the internet the other day.
“Well, she’s a regular and lonely. For almost a year she has come here every few months to dine alone. She always looks sad. Let’s help her have a great evening.”
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“I’d like to have the chicken parmesan, and for dessert, I’ll take the tiramisu.” You close the menu and give the waiter a shy smile.
“Do you want wine for your chicken parmesan?” The waiter asks. He doesn’t look at the huge bear you placed on the free chair at your table, only at you. “Miss?”
“Can I have apple spritzer?” You shyly glance up at the waiter.
“Of course, miss,” he nods and gives you a soft smile. “I’ll get you an apple spritzer. Your food will be ready soon.”
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“Hmm…that smells great,” you inhale the scent of your food deeply. “What do you say, big bear? Do you think this is a nice restaurant?” You look at your bear, giggling as it stares back at you with its plastic eyes.
You take the first bite, moaning at the taste. Chicken parmesan always had a special place in your heart. Or rather your stomach. “So good, big bear. I wish you could have a taste too.”
“What do you mean my table is taken?” A grumpy man wildly gestures toward you and your bear. “There is my table, and it’s occupied by some woman with a teddy bear? Are you out of your mind?”
“Sir, Mr. Barnes. We are sorry. Your secretary called and canceled the reservation,” the hostage tries not to lose her composure at the man’s rude behavior. “We can offer you a table for one right over there.” She points toward a spare table.
“Do I look like some lonely loser eating alone?” He cocks his head to glance your way again. “I want my table, and I want it now. Let her sit at the table for one.”
“She has company, Sir,” the hostess tries to stop the man from storming toward your table. He stops right in front of your table, glaring at your bear.
“That’s a teddy bear,” he sneers and dares to poke your bear with his index finger. “Is this some crazy kink?” He looks at you, expectantly. “Lady?”
“I-I,” you stammer. This man angrily stares at you, and you are too scared to answer him. “I…try to eat, Sir.”
“Cat got your tongue?” He cocks his head to look at your food. “I need you to sit at the table for one. I’m waiting for someone…” He sighs as you keep on shoving food in your mouth to avoid talking to him.
“Sir, she’s having dinner. We can have the other table ready for you in a minute.” The hostess tries to get the man to leave you alone. “Please. She only wants to eat in silence.”
“With a bear,” he points out. “Fine, if she won’t sit at the other table, I’ll sit with her.”
“What?” You sniffle as the man tries to take the bear off the chair. “Hey! Don’t touch big bear! Please just leave me alone!” Your lips wobble and tears well up to your eyes. “It’s my birthday and you are ruining it!”
He puts the bear back down and wrinkles his forehead. “Why are you dining alone on your birthday, only a bear by your side.”
You shrug. “I got no one who wants to celebrate with me. My parents are dead, and my boyfriend found someone better and prettier in Japan. I had to start anew and didn’t find friends in this town so far.”
“You’re all alone on your birthday?” His features soften and his shoulders relax. “Hmm…” He looks at the bear on his chair again. “How about we eat together? I’m hungry, and you are alone.”
“I got my bear,” you insist. This man is too pushy and grumpy for your liking. You don’t want to eat with him, nor share your table. “Why don’t you sit at the table for one?”
“I-“ he licks his lips. “I don’t want to eat alone. My date stood me up and…uh…eating alone is…it sucks.”
You look at the man. He holds out his hand, telling you his name as you shyly glance at his offered hand. “I’m James…or Bucky. Uh-you can call me Bucky.”
“Y/N,” you murmur and shake his offered hand. “And that’s big bear. He…”
“He helped you through hard times,” Bucky offers. “Can I sit at your table? Is that alright with you?”
“Uh-sure,” you hold out your hand for your bear. “I can put it in my car and come back.”
Bucky shakes his head. He calls for the hostess and asks for a table for three or more. He grabs the bear and holds out his hand for you. “We can eat at the table over there and your bear can sit with us.”
“What…you,” you sniff. “You want the bear to sit with us?”
“Why not?” He shrugs. “He’s your friend and helped you through hard times. I get it. I have a good friend too. Steve.” Bucky smiles now. “My friend helped me through hard times too.”
You watch him take off his glove to reveal a metal hand. “Oh.” You say and carefully touch it. “I didn’t know.”
“Please have dinner with me,” he asks again. “I know I’m a little loud and grumpy, but I didn’t want to ruin your birthday too.”
You look at your bear tugged under Bucky’s arm. “Okay…” You breathe. "If you want to waste your time on me."
"Doll," he softly says, "spending the evening with you is not a waste of time."
Bucky and you will talk for hours, and enjoy your food.
He tells you about his friend Steve, and you talk about Japan, your ex-boyfriend, and how you got big bear.
When you finally part ways, you promise each other to meet at the restaurant again to spend every Friday evening dining together...
Part two: Dinner for two
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cerezzzita · 2 months ago
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Hear me out…Dante and Vergil using his arm transformed into his Devil Trigger form to warm the belly of his partner with menstrual cramps because they don't have a heating pad around…
notes: hi, anon! In advance, sorry for keeping you waiting for such a long period. Now that's a very adorable request! Been there, went through it, wish I could have Dante to comfort me, it's such a pain in the ass. Well, in this case, in the uterus. Sorry for the bad joke btw hehe
Thank you for requesting and enjoy the reading! 🧡
♡ tags: fluffy, mentions of menstrual cycle and period cramps, (in the most subtle way fr), no reader's appearance description, 2nd pov (you/yours only), gender-neutral reader, I'm sorry if Vergil's part is short I don't know how to write him, the dorks of Sparda are the cutest.
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⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante & Vergil using their DT'd arm to comfort their S/O's period cramps
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Dante
Cuddly, attentive boyfriend is on the way!
Really, Dante is gonna do anything in his league to comfort you and make you feel good. He knows how hard this time of month can be for you and will support you and help you in any way he can.
If you have a craving for something sweet? Do not despair, he’s got this, the best sundae of your favourite flavour just for you. Your legs and feet are itchy and hurting? He’s your man and will deliver the best of his massage techniques — and honey, they’re wonderful. But most importantly, the strawberry on top: Cuddles. 
As we all may know, Dante is in fact a teddy bear and has so much love to give. He’ll cuddle you no matter — it does matter sometimes — the situation, especially considering you’re on your period and are feeling down because, well, hormones are a bunch of bitches. 
That means that it’s no big deal when you don’t have your heating pad on your display. Why, what is a itty bitty heating pad compared to your big, buffy warm boyfriend? 
At first, Dante’s kind of unsure about your suggestion, thinking the rough texture of the scales would hurt you, yet he knows you’re well used to touching him on his DT. So he complies, one arm surrounding you and the other below the uncovered skin of your tummy, keeping your back laid on his firm chest, his chin on top of your head while cuddling in bed and gently massaging your scalp. 
“There we go, babe,” Dante whispers, kissing the crown of your head. “Feeling better?” “Much better…”
In the end you two spend the rest of the day/night in pure cuddles until you both got lured enough to fall asleep.
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Vergil
Tea. Tea is the answer to everything. 
Jokes apart, Vergil is really cautious to make you feel good and free from any period pain, from your head to your toes. 
Which, yeah, includes him making the most appropriate teas for you. 
He won’t deny you anything, so have this chance to ask him whatever you want and you’ll have it. Vergil may be a little reluctant to cuddle you at such a time because he thinks you’re way too sensitive for it — on one hand he’s not completely wrong, the poor dork. 
Much like his brother, he’s pretty unsure about the whole Devil-Triggered-arm-cuddling but if it is what you wish, then it must be done. Serving you some mint tea, Vergil hugs you from behind and slowly but surely places his scaled right arm below your belly. If you turned your head right now, you would be able to see Vergil's reddened cheeks and trembling lips. 
“Are you… feeling comfortable?” “Indeed. Thank you, Vergil.”
As the afternoon time died, you both relaxed, Vergil deciding to read a bit for you.
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gilbertscurls · 1 month ago
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glimpse of us ➵ matt sturniolo
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summary: caught between hesitation and hope, you listen as matt paints a vivid picture of the love you could share—if only you were ready to take the leap.
He could see the war going on inside you, your conflicted emotions written all over your face. He knew you liked him, maybe even loved him, but that you were too scared to take that final step, to make your relationship official.
He hated seeing you so unsure, and he wished he could just reach inside you and pull out all your doubts and insecurities, to make you see how perfect you could be together.
“Y'know,” he said, his voice easy and relaxed, “if we were dating, I'd probably cook you breakfast every morning. Pancakes, eggs, whatever you wanted. And I'd make sure your coffee was always how you liked it, all frothy and warm.”
He chuckled and shrugged, like he was just casually bringing up a random topic. “And I'd probably leave dumb little notes all over the place for you to find, just… reminding you how much I care about you.”
“I'd also get you flowers. Not just on special occasions, but just… out of the blue, to tell you I was thinking about you. I'd probably buy you teddy bears too, or cute little stuffed animals that I'd leave on the bed so you can hug them when I'm not around.”
He spoke softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your hip bone. “And I'd definitely text you dumb memes and funny videos that I know would make you laugh. But only after I'd call you in the morning to wish you a good day.”
“And I'd take you on dates, like real dates. Not just to your favorite coffee shop, but to nice restaurants and… oh, I'd take you to the theater. I know how much you love musicals, and I'd even sit through the entire thing without complaining, even if I'm bored out of my mind.”
He chuckled and shook his head, like he was imagining the scenario. “And I'd hold your hand the whole time, and buy you expensive popcorn, and probably make out with you during the boring parts.”
“And I'd make sure you were taken care of,” he said, his voice growing serious. “I'd make sure you had everything you needed, and everything you wanted. And if you ever had a bad day, or something was bothering you, I'd listen. I'd hold you, and I'd tell you it was alright, because that's what boyfriends are supposed to do.”
He looked away for a moment, as if lost in thought, before turning back to you. “But I suppose that's all irrelevant because, well... we're not dating.”
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moonchild9350 · 5 months ago
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My Wish is You
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Summary: For Changbin's birthday, you decided to pamper him, making it the perfect end to his day.
Pairing: est. relationship idol Changbin x fab reader
Genre: fluff, smut 18+ MDNI please
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: nipple play, p in v penetration, creampie (don't)
Notes: It's midnight here in the US sooooo happy birthday to Binnie! The sweetest, cuddlest, cutest, gentlest person! ♡
Reblogs, comments, and likes always appreciated :)
Please do not copy, translate, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)
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Today was your boyfriend Changbin’s birthday, and you wanted to surprise him once he was done with his schedule. You had the perfect idea, wanting to pamper the love of your life. The first item on your agenda was to make dinner for your food loving lover. You decided to make one of his favorites, chicken breasts and veggies. You never understood why he liked the bland meal in your opinion, but that was not the point of today.
Falling into the task of cooking, you hummed along to a song on the radio, finishing up the last dish. Changbin would be home anytime now, so you started to place the dishes and set the table. You were just plating the cupcake you bought him when you heard the key in the lock followed by Changbin yelling, “jagiya! I’m home!”
You chuckled and ran to him, wrapping your arms around him and giving your teddy bear of a boyfriend a hug. “Happy birthday baby!” You said, tilting your head up to give him a kiss.
Changbin blushed, his cheeks all rosy and eyes sparkling as he replied thank you. You grabbed his hand and pulled him along towards the kitchen.
“Here’s present number one!” You exclaimed, pulling out the chair for Changbin and pushing him down by the shoulders.
He sat down with a grunt before taking in the display before him, the food hot and steaming, a pleasant aroma diffusing throughout the room.
“All my favorites,” he said, a big smile on his face as he reached for the nearest dish. “Thanks bunny.”
You grinned and ruffled his hair before sitting down next to him to fix your food as well. As you both sat there and ate, Changbin told you about his day, gushing over what the members got him for his birthday. You listened intently, happy to see your boyfriend so happy.
After dinner, you cleared away the dishes, while Changbin lounged in his chair, patting his belly.
“That was delicious bunny! My tummy is happy,” he said, smacking his belly once more.
“I’m glad you liked it baby,” you chuckled, as you began washing dishes.
“Wanna go to the bedroom? Your next present is there,” you said as you rinsed off a dish.
“Of course,” Changbin said as he got up from his chair.
You listened as he mumbled about his feet hurting and he’d love nothing more than to get in bed. You heard the shower turn on as you were wiping down the table. Present number one was a success, you hoped present two would be even better.
Once you finished tidying up, you walked to your bedroom, seeing that Changbin had finished his shower. He was lounging on the bed, scrolling through his phone. At your entrance, he looked up and gave you a smile, setting his phone aside. He opened his arms to you, beckoning you to join him. You gladly got into bed and snuggled into his arms, the scent of his shower gel permeating your nose. You buried your face in his chest, deeply breathing in his scent, a smile forming on your face.
Sitting up, you looked at his face, taking in his beautiful eyes, his cheeks, the blush forming on them as you continued to stare.
“What is it bunny?” Changbin asked, as he searched your face as to why you were staring at him.
“Nothing,” you said, “just taking in my beautiful boyfriend on his special day.”
Changbin chuckled at that, pulling you closer.
“Ready for your next present?” You whispered as you leaned your head closer to his.
Changbin shook his head yes, clutching at your side a little more. You gently kissed him, his soft, plush lips meeting yours. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, as your lips molded together with his. You could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, the thump thump a soothing sound to your ears. You pressed your body to his as you tried to get as close as you could, craving his skin on yours. You nipped at his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth before letting it go.
“Will you let me take care of you tonight? Please?”
Changbin swallowed before answering, “of course.”
You smiled and reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it away. You took in his broad chest, solid and firm, to his perky breasts, his nipples erect. You gently pushed Changbin back, lowering him down onto the pillows behind him. Changbin watched your every move, letting you take control. He relaxed into the pillows letting out a sigh at the softness. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin beneath yours, tracing invisible patterns as you go along. You felt him shiver at your touch, a smile forming on your face.
You made your way down, your hands reaching his soft belly that you loved so much. You twirled your fingers around his happy trail, gently playing with the strands. You teased your fingers back up to his chest, circling his tits again and again, before lightly brushing your fingers over his nipples, Changbin’s breath catching at the sensation.
You grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips before reaching down to pull his sweats and boxers down. You looked down at his cock, nice, hard, and thick, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Licking your lips, you made your way back up to his chest, running your hands on his tits. You looked into his eyes as you circled his nipples before taking the buds and pinching them between your fingers. Changbin let out a moan, his back arching up into your hands.
“I love your tits Binnie,” you said before taking one in your mouth, your tongue laving over the peaked bud.
You swirled your tongue around his nipple before suckling it, bringing out little moans from your lovers mouth. You flicked your tongue again and again while massaging his other breast, smiling as he canted his hips upward looking for friction against his leaking cock. You moved to his other breast, pressing a kiss to it before pinching the nub. You wrapped your lips around it and suckled on the nipple, giving it equal attention.
Changbin let out a loud moan, as he panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Feels so good bunny,” he whimpered, his head falling against the pillow.
This was his second favorite place for your mouth to be, his favorite being wrapped his cock. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the attention to his tits was too much. He’d rather cum in you than onto his belly like a desperate dog.
“Bunny, need to be inside you, please,” he whimpered, pulling lightly on your hair to get you to stop.
You released his nipple, but not before biting the flesh, causing Changbin to jerk at the sensation. You bent down to kiss him on the lips before straddling his legs. You dragged your nails down his chest before reaching in between your legs to grab his cock, stroking the hard appendage a few times. Lifting your hips, you slid the tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before sinking down onto his member. You let out a moan as you adjusted to the stretch, your pussy clenching around his shaft.
“Don’t clench like that bunny,” Changbin whined, “I’m gonna cum too soon if you keep doing that.”
You looked him in the eyes, placed your hands on his chest, and rolled your hips, his cock dragging against your walls. You let out a sigh as you continued to ride his cock, as you slid your hands up and down his chest. Changbin reached up to grab your tits, flicking his fingers over your nipples. You shivered at the feel of his hands, as you bounced faster on his cock.
Changbin pulled you to his chest suddenly before mounting his feet and snapping his hips into yours. You cried out in pleasure, burying your head in his neck, your breath fanning against his neck. He pounded into you, the sound of his heavy balls slapping your ass, echoing throughout the room. You listened to him groan, his hands mounted on your hips.
“So tight bunny,” Changbin said. “Feels so fucking good.”
You whimpered at his words, as you felt the warm sensation build in your belly, slowly becoming more intense with each thrust.
“Cum with me bunny, come on,” Changbin whined, as he gripped you to his chest harder.
His pelvis dragged against your clit just right, pushing you over the edge at his command. You let go, the warm feeling snapping all of a sudden and spreading throughout your core and body. You bit down onto Changbin’s neck as he continued to pound into you. He grunted and quickened his pace before stilling his hips, as he came with a loud groan, his cum painting your walls white.
You rested your head in his neck, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath yours. He cradled you softly, his hands running up and down your back as you both caught your breath. You felt drowsy and could feel Changbin’s cum drip down and out of your pussy and onto his pelvis. As you were about to succumb to sleep, you remembered the cupcake you bought for him.
Sitting up abruptly, you got up, Changbin’s softened cock slipping out of you, his cum dripping onto the bed. You made to grab your panties and shirt, before leaving the room, leaving Changbin behind on the bed naked and confused. It didn’t take long before you bounded back into the room, the little cupcake in your hands with a candle in the center.
Changbin sat up and thew his shirt on before sliding his boxers up his legs. He took the treat you were offering, a smile on his face.
“Aww bunny, you didn’t have to do this.” He softly said, love present in his eyes.
“No, no, I wanted to baby, it’s your birthday after all. This is present number three!”
Changbin grinned as you lit the candle and began to sing happy birthday loudly and off key. He couldn’t help but laugh at your hysterics. Once you finished the last note, you clapped your hands, “Make a wish baby!”
Changbin closed his eyes for a moment, before opening his eyes and pursing his lips and blowing the candle out.
“What’d you wish for baby?” You asked as you pulled the candle out of the cake.
“Can’t tell you that babe,” Changbin said. “Besides my wish has already come true.”
You looked at him curiously, wondering what he was talking about. “What is it?” You asked.
“My wish is you. The best wish that has ever come true. Thank you baby for spoiling me.” Changbin said before taking a large bite of the cupcake.
He felt lucky to have you in his life. You were and are the best present he could have asked for. He felt like he didn’t need to wish for anything else. He had his beautiful girl by his side. The only thing he will ever need. This was a great birthday indeed.
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