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hyukabean · 2 months ago

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──── enhypen, non-sexual dominance headcanons

in which enhypen takes care of you in their own ways ?! ～ warning: VERY VERY VERY unedited

enhypen x (fem?)reader

wc: ~3.0k

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ HEESEUNG

heeseung!!!! this man loves to eat, and one of your partner privileges is that he’ll feeds you bites of his food, regardless of if you’re in a restaurant or it’s something he cooked for you at home. not only that, but he wants you to have the first bite. blows on hot food for you and tells you to chew well and eat slowly:(( even if it’s just late night ramen, he’ll feed you and coo when you get excited about it tasting good! if you’re eating at buffet style restaurant, or a self serve café, he takes your plate and puts whatever you want on it for you. also the type to push you to explore new flavors! gives you a gentle yet stern look if you whine about it and rewards you with a forehead peck when you listen <3 if you watch any episode that invokes cooking you’ll see he always feeds his members first:( and once he tries something good, he immediately runs and tries to share with them <//333. for hee, i think being able to take care of you in subtle ways would be a big deal. grand gestures are exactly that, grand. but also easily mimic-able. he thrives off of knowing only he’s gotten to see you cheer quietly about sharing your favourite pastry or boba:))

hee is a fantastic listener, both in a musical and literal sense. when he’s getting ready to listen to you ramble about something, he always leans back and readjusts himself while maintaining eye contact JSLDJSIDJWEKSD. at first, it was definitely unintentional, but once he clocks it? DUDEEE IS HE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF IT. gets off on the fact that he’s dong so little but you’re still fumbling your words in front of him <3.

another big one is having his hands on you at all times! if his hand isn't intertwined with yours while you guys are walking, then it’s having a hand on your lower back to he can guide you and decide where you’re walking. OH OH or if you guys are like trying to move through a large crowd, he’d 100000983598340% go first and hold your hand in firmly in his. alternatively, he might also make you walk infront of him and place a hand on your shoulder siGHHH.

last but not least, having you on his lap while games. regardless of your height, this man wants you there till his legs go numb. not much to add tbh. to him, it’s all about the mundane things, things that only you two share and that no one else can reproduce. he thrives off of knowing you and your little quirks like non on else does, and is ready to do everything so that he can seep that smile on your face~

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ JAY

mr. park jongseong. the first thought that popped into my head when writing this was the whole “who pays on dates” debates. now, i whole heartedly believe jay is a feminist, BUTTTT there is no way on god’s green earth you’re ever paying for anything while you guys are out together. he gives me strong “i care for what’s mine” vibes, and that extends to finances, regardless of how well off you may be. jay covers the bill everytime, and happily so. there is absolutely NO room for arguments. if you even move your hand towards your phone and wallet he’ll sternly say “no”, without even looking at you. if you try and pull the “i’m gonna use the bathroom” trick, he’ll raise a brow (you know exactly which look i’m talking about) and either walk you there or ask you to put down your wallet and phone first. no, means, NO. even if he’s abroad, he’ll order food for you to arrive perfectly for your time zone so you can eat your meals warm:( genuinely gets offended and pouty if you pay for anything while you guys are out together. he loves sharing this wealth with you, it’s his way of showing you he’s dependable and able to take care of you.

jay has stated that he’s a bit embarrassed to speak english at times (which wtf bby pls just yap we all wanna hear it), but without a second of hesitation this man is ready to speak in any and all languages if it means standing up for your if you need his help. even if it’s something minor like the waiter getting your order wrong, his embarrassment be damned, you’re getting your food spicy!

another thing is how much of a gentlemen he is?? usain bolting to open doors for you. both regard doors and car doors! before you can even twitch your finger to touch a handle he’s already out and ready! expect a lecture if you don’t sit/stand patiently while he spoils you. LOVES having you depend on him. it just itches his brain the right way idk.

last but not least, since you said “yes”, this man’s hand has virtually not left your thigh. it's partially to assure himself that you are safe, but also just takes genuine comfort in having you close to him. also a silent warning to anyone who has the audacity to look at you.

i think jay is a born provider, and he takes pride in being able to perform that roll well! loves it when you let him. he knows you don’t need it, but the fact that you let him take control is such a turn on <3

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ JAKE

jake is your resident flirt, dude even has the typical frat boy name. but with every interaction between you two, it’s clear how much pride he takes in being your s/o.

he knowns how attractive you are and part of him can’t help but want to show you off, whilst also showing you’re his. he’s pretty easy going, never stricts what you wear, who you talk to, nothing like that. however, expect him to put a hand on your thigh whenever he pleases. or better yet, expect him to tap his thigh to get you to sit on his lap. especially if you’re taller/close to him in height, it would reassure him that he’s still got you wrapped around his fingers~. around new people, best believe he will be holding your hand, thumb working over time sooth any nerves you might have. around people he knows, like the members or his friends, expect to still not be off the hook; jake will have an arm around your shoulder when you hangout with other people, and seeing you lean into him would gas him up so bad. jake would only ever introduces you as “my s/o”, “my love”, etc. you are his after all, no?

OHHHH another thing is how he fixes up your clothes before you leave the house! or, how he wipes off your lipstick with his thumb, kisses you, and asks you to pick another shade that, in his humble opinion would go much better with your outfit/complexion. if you listen, it would be on his mind for WEEKS. internally giggling and kicking his feet. on the topic of outfits, he would fix your shirt/bra strap if it’s falling. this isn’t so much an attempt to fluster you, more something he’d just do to ‘protect you’, as he puts it.

last but not least, eye contact. jake is the type of guy to grab your chin and tell you to look him in the eye while talking. thrives off of your flustered expression~.

overall, though he’s definitely got that flirty streak in him, i think he genuinely just loves taking care of you. he loves you so much, seeing you depend on him and get all flustered just feeds his ego, but he’d be willing to do all this regardless~.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ SUNGHOON

sunghoon is surprisingly self-aware of this stuff. at first, his intention wasn’t to fluster you, but he definitely did ramp things up once he realized you’re into it~. with him, it’s small acts; readjust your clothing, fixing your collar, holding your coat for you and gently brushing your hair back into place if it gets stuck, pulling your chair out, wrapping a scarf around your neck, very mundane things he’d do for you anyways. there, it was easy to blame the frosty winds for your flushed cheeks, but when he hold your hand as you cross the street, and pulls you back when you forget to look left and right, and your reaction is to stare at him wide eyed, cheeks pink, boy oh boy does he take advantage of it.

expect him to not let go of your hand from now on, thumb running over the back of your hand, whether you’re walking or sitting. or better yet, he’ll grab your arm and hold you by the wrist instead of your hand. if you try and let go, he’ll tighten his grip until you tell him where you’re going (not in a weird way, just so you don’t get lost in crowds and such). mr. clean freak would also clean dirt of your face softly with a handkerchief he always seems to carry with him.

people often say he isn’t very express, but i think if you pay close attention to him, it so obvious when he cares for someone and how he’s feeling. to him, he’s able to make sure you’re okay in his own way, and seeing you get so flustered is incredibly fun to him. it’s his way of reminding you that, despite his often unassuming exterior, he puts care into every interaction with you:((

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ SUNOO

i’ve mentioned this before in my sunos f2l headcanons, but i truly believe enhablr misrepresents sunoo. or rather, ignores his more proactive side. sunoo is cute, but don’t let those squishy cheeks fool you, he can and will take charge.

i don’t think it’d be intentional at first; brushing hair out of your face for you, putting it in different styles (eg. attempts braiding it if you're too tired), or just plainly fixing it into place. this extends to your clothing as well: tying, zipping, lacing something for you, be it your shoes, your jacket, or a dress, this man has you covered! once he realises how red you get, he’d tease you relentlessly~. eventhough he’s a younger brother, he just loves taking care of others naturally. this applies to doing your skincare, giving you a bedtime (lmao), and even answering questions meant for you. he likes that, for once, he gets to make decisions and be taken seriously. the fact that you get all blushy is just an added bonus~.

something else i can see him doing is placing a hand on your lower back to remind you to fix your posture. gives you a stern look and will scold you if you complain! he likes how, despite whining and pouting, you listen. unfortunately, people don’t always take him seriously. he’s mentioned on a live before how he wants to stop doing as much aegyo and ‘graduate’ from that identity, so seeing you listen to him and rely on him would make him feel seen and cherished. the fact that you respect him and take him seriously would unlock something in him for sure.

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ JUNGWON

jungown is still pretty young but has been the leader to a group of 6 other people since he was 16 years old. so while i do think his acts would be much more subtle, they’e definitely there if you look carefully!! the most obvious one would be how he asks you to send him food pics. gets upset when you refuse because it means you didn’t eat:( of course if he’d never force you, but it would make him worry. even if it’s just a cup of tea for breakfast he wants to know you’re taken care of, since he can’t always be there to do it himself:( it’s his way of watching over you even when he's not around (also lowkey reminds him he needs to eat as well, but you didn’t hear that from me LOL). if you’re talking to someone he’ll make his presence known without explicitly mentioning, “hey, that’s my partner”. just by the way he carries himself, everyone around you both knows and boy does it get you~.

an exmaple of the more subtle things he’d do would be how he opens things for you. well, duh, ofc you can open a water bottle but like… boom, he’s already done it for you. if you blinked you wouldn’t have caught it~. also does this thing where he grips your waist as he walks past you, or holds on to your wait while you’re walking down a step you both encounter on the street. would also zip up your bag or tighten your hair tie if it gets loose.

for jungwon, because of how young he is, i don’t think he’s super ‘possessive’ quite yet. many seem to believe the doesn’t give off the ‘natural leader’ vibe, but i think if anything, that’s pushed him to work harder. it’s clear he cares for and knowns his members well, and he’s more than capable of taking charge. and the extends to you as well! he cares for you deeply and, despite having the burden of being a leader tied onto his back, he’d still take an immense amount of pride in seeing you get flustered or shy when he does handle things for you. he also just wants to take every opportunity to remind you of his love towards you <33

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ RIKI

oh riki, the lover boy you are…. riki loves silently and owns the non-sexual dominance title imo~. if you watch enha content closely you’ll see he does it all the time! he pays attention to the little things so much, especially in regard to his members, (eg. putting a pillow behind their back, opening bottles for them, remembering their dietary habits, etc). if you guys have access to their hulu japan series i highly recommend watching it, there's a ton of cute moments like that in there!

but back to you;) it’s not often that riki chooses to be confrontational, both from a cultural standpoint and in terms of his personality, i don’t see him picking unnecessary fights. but when it comes to you, he’ll always speak up and defend you! sure, you’re an adult and he really does trust you to take care of yourself, but its more about the principle? say, someone accuses you of something, he’d jump to your defence with “y/n would never do that, they’re not that kind of person”. even if you don’t need him to he can’t help but want to do it. if you really convince him he doesn’t need to speak up for you in a certain situation, he’d still have an hand on your knee or his hand on yours, just to reassure you that he’s still there should you need him <3

riki would love picking outfits and accessories for you!!!! he likes it when you pick out his too, but when he gets to decide about what you’re wearing? his heart does a thing… it’s like, even if you’re miles apart across the globe, you’re out there wearing things he chose for you. it’s his silent mark of love on you. you’d easily be able to tell when he misses you by the frequency of ‘do you know what you’re wearing this week? let me pick it out’ texts. ofc he’d never admit to all that LOL. “it’s not my fault your fashion taste sucks, one of us has to carry the fits and it’s definitely not you. if anything you should be thankful i’m helping!”, emo tsuntsun alert!

oooo another thing he loves to do is the sidewalk thing THOSE OF YOU WHO KNOW KNOWWWW. even if the street is empty, no cars for miles, he’s still make sure you walk on the inside of the road. if you call him out on it, he’d shrug it off with “i’m left handed so i prefer having you on my left side, don’t read into things too much” STFU RIKI WE ALL KNOW YOU’RE AMBIDEXTROUS. similarly, he loves drying your hair after you shower. he says it’s because he hates it when you get the couch/his pillows wet, but in reality his just a sappy mf. another big one is reading things aloud to you. man does it boost his ego if you’re laying on his round couch thingy, head pressed against his arm, hanging on his every word. to those of you who’ve seen the audio book enhypen did a while back or the teaser for the “君と僕を結ぶ星空” (konica minolta planetarium collab) already know how beautiful his voice is <33 and he knows it too! (re: clip of him announcing asmr pt2 KSDJSKDHSKH) but still, actually seeing the way your relax and pout at him to talk just a little bit longer, even if it’s about the most mundane things boosts his ego to no end. it makes him feel needed and wanted:<

in general, riki is a silent lover. it’s okay to tease him every once in a while, but don’t call him out too much. just silently appreciate that he goes out of his way and consistently thinks about you and your comfort <333

nana's notes : two exams left + a group project so i might be a little mia for the next ~2 weeks, but i still have some content to put out:')) sighhh who told me to study physics, right~? there’s an appalling amount of grammar and spelling mistakes in here (probably lol). this is honestly just an accumulation of notes i've taken while consuming enha content so it's a litttle disorganized, i think you can tell by the flow (or lack there of) hehehe. nevertheless, i hope you all enjoy it:)) as always, i'm excited to hear your thoughts!

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tpwk-formula1 · 8 months ago

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Hiii! Just read your fist pizza order and I looooved it so I thought I might as well give you some writing to do!

Could I please have a pizza with cauliflower crust, Alfredo sauce, banana peppers and broccoli? With some sprite and lemonade and dessert please! And served by franco (I need him to be the sunshine in this)!

Thank you so so much 🥰🥰

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

cauliflower grumpy x sunshine Alfredo sauce sweet sex banana peppers "Look so pretty riding my cock" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" sprite size kink lemonade body worship dessert yes served by Franco Colapinto

Franco x grumpy! girlfriend

TW A short one, morning sex, riding, unprotected sex

WC 800+

Y/N POV

"Good morning pretty girl," Franco mumbles when he starts to wake up from my nails running across his shirt-covered back. He starts turning onto his side and pulling me slower to his chest making me groan.

"It's too early," I mumble back making Franco giggle softly at my morning moodiness.

"Why is it that your alarm always wakes me up and never you?" I question with an arched brow making Franco's face heat slightly from being called out before he just shrugs. He'd much rather wake up to his girlfriend's touch anyway.

"Come on baby, we have a big day!" Franco says with far too much excitement making me bury my face back into his chest not waiting to leave the bed.

"No," I grumble gripping onto the back of Franco's shirt not wanting him to get out of the bed either.

"Come on," Franco says dragging out the "n".

"20 minutes," I say coldly making Franco giggle but relax slightly into my arms.

"Gonna make us late baby," Franco says but still making not move to get out of bed.

"Babe, we don't need to be in the paddock for another 3 hours, 20 minutes wont kill us," I tell him making him shrug.

"Just excited for my first race," Franco says with a smile on his face making me smile softly at him.

It was Monza race day which means it's Franco's first Grand Prix in Formula 1 and he has been extremely anties the whole time.

"I know, and I'm happy for you," I tell him softly before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

What was supposed to be just a quick peck slowly turns into a heated makeout session, resulting in me climbing into Frnaco's lap and grinding down on his hardening cock.

"Fuck baby, we don't have time," Franco groans making me grind down harder, making both of us whine at the pleasure coursing through us.

"Please, we have time," I say while pulling off the shirt I had slept in the night before. I start pushing Franco's shirt up to reviel his tones abs and chest when I instantly lean down and start kissing him neck and chest before pushing myself down a little further pulling his boxers down slightly before pulling his cock into my mouth for a soft suck making Franco groan.

"Fuck baby, so good," Franco groans when I start bobbing my head softly.

"We'll be quick," I say as if he needed any further convincing.

"Come ride me, baby," Franco says clearly having no patience. I just giggle and roll my eyes at his neediness before climbing back into Franco's lap and sinking down his cock when I pull my thong to the side.

"Fuck," I groan at the stretch before I slowly start rocking my hips trying to gain stimulation before I start bouncing up and down making Franco moan.

"Look so pretty riding my cock," Franco moans out softly making my face heat up slightly at the praise.

"It's so good baby," I mumble softly.

"Fuck, always so good for me," Franco groans moving his hands to my hips and giving them a hard squeeze before he starts helping me bounce on his cock.

"I'm close," I moan out already starting to get shakey legs, which has Franco flipping us over so he was now hovering over me and pounding into my pussy making me moan and whine at the stimulation.

"Fuck," I moan when the new angle has Franco hitting a new spot deep in my pussy.

"It's like you were made just for me, Huh?" Franco states bringing a hand down to my clit making me clench around his cock ready to cum.

"Please can I cum," I beg needing my release.

"Cum for me," Franco groans before sending me over the edge into a strong orgasm and squeezing around Franco's cock making him pull out and cum all over my tummy.

Once both Franco and I have come down from our highs he slowly climbs out of bed and pulls his boxers off all the way before pulling my thong off and picking me up and taking me into the bathroom.

Once he turns the shower on and lets the water heat up Franco takes my hand into his pulling me to join him.

We spent the next 20 minutes cleaning each other off before we got out and started getting ready for race day.

"Told you we had time," I saw with a smirk when we walked into the paddock hand and hand 15 minutes earlier than we needed to be.

Franco just laughs and shakes his head before kissing my forehead softly.

"Gonna get us in trouble one of these days," Franco says making me smirk and shrug.

"You wouldn't change it for the world though."

#franco colapinto #f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 1 x you #formula one imagines #formula 1 smut #formula one smut #f1 smut #franco colapinto smut #franco colapinto x you #franco colapinto x reader

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idkwhatever580 · 9 months ago

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Holy Shit!

Pairings: G!P Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: During the ceremony for Y/n and Natasha’s wedding, all of Y/n’s and Natahsa's bridesmaids/men slip Polaroids of Y/n's boudoir shoots throughout the night which leads to a hard time for Natasha.

Warnings: slight mentions of family trauma I guess (not having a dad), SMUT, P in V (Natasha has a penis), rough sex, boudoir pictures, unusually dominant reader (it mentions that nat is usually top), toys, teasing, swearing, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, wife kink sort of?, mommy kink, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I hope y'all like this one! I've been thinking about how to approach it for a while now and I think I'm ready. Also, this is going to be my first time using my laptop to write so if it is a little weird, I apologize, I'm still figuring out everything from the switch. I'm sorry for the random pov switch. I was all mixed up, but I'm too lazy to fix it. :)

Sidenote: -Y/f/i = your first initial -Y/n/n = your nickname -Detka= baby - Dorogoy= darling

Natasha and I just had the most amazing night of our lives, we got married! but the fun is not over yet.

I have devised a plan that has been in the works for a few months. Honestly, I knew I wanted to do this for Nat even before we proposed to each other. Although I only started truly planning it out after we got engaged.

I went to a boudoir photoshoot. Naturally I needed someone to take pictures. I didn't want Nat to be mad that someone else saw my body, so I asked Wanda, my best friend who has seen my literal everything (one time she literally had to pull my tampon out because I broke both my arms and Nat wasn't home to help), and she helped me get the best pictures ever. Then, I moved onto the second phase of my plan, recruiting.

Natasha and I already had our list of bridesmaids/men in place, so I made sure to use all of them. Natasha had four and I had five.

Natasha's bridesmaids/men are Clint as her Man of Honor, and Yelena, Tony, and Steve.

My bridesmaids/men are Wanda as my Maid of Honor, Kate, Bucky, Carol, and Thor (even though he doesn't quite understand "earthling" weddings yet.)

They all thankfully agreed, even Yelena which was surprising, and I picked out the best photos and put them in order. So, my plan was set and now all I need to do is trust our friends to get the pictures to her. Which I don't even have to worry about that, Wanda has the list and all of the pictures, so she is going to hand them to the set brides' person at the set time and they will deliver it secretly to Nat.

She's gonna be so hard by the end of the night, which is technically my plan. Of course, we've had sex before, and we already plan on fucking later, but she definitely is going to fuck hard tonight.

We are getting to our venue for the celebration after the wedding now and Nat and I have been together the whole car ride, which wasn't that long, but we went for a ride together in the limo so that everyone could get there before our grand entrance.

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You step out of the limo carefully and walk hand in hand to the building. Even though you have already seen the inside and all the decorations, you are still blown away by the beauty of it all.

You and Nat have a planned entrance where she walks in first and then you walk in and "fall" into her to the song Fallin' for Ya.

Everyone cheers for you all, and you both stand together to talk to people. You lean over to speak in Nat's ear so she can hear over the noise the second you see Wanda slip the first photo to Thor, who remembers exactly what to do, thankfully. "Nat, I'm going to talk to Wands real quick are you okay to stay here for a sec?"

She nods her head and says back, "Of course detka, don't keep me waiting too long now"

You smile and nod your head and leave to Wanda, but not without giving Nat a soft peck on the cheek. Thank God for Lip stain, you think, or else both yours and Nat's lip color would be all over your faces by now, especially from that limo ride.

You walk up to Wanda and say "oh my gosh, I'm so scared! What if something goes wrong?"

She giggles at your stressed face knowing there is nothing to worry about, and says, "Hey! Deep breath. Don't be scared, Thor has practiced many times, he is going to get it right."

You nod and keep talking beside Wanda as you subtly watch your wife engage with her friends.

Thor finally walks up to Natasha and casually slips her the first polaroid, and you can't wait to see the look on her face. All of the people Nat is talking to are part of the plan so they know what is happening.

She furrows her eyebrows when she looks at her hand to see that Thor has given her a polaroid upside down so she can't see it. She looks up to ask him what it was, but he was already long gone, so she flips it over not suspecting a thing. She takes one look at the picture and her eyes go wide. She immediately presses the picture to her chest and looks up to find you smiling at her innocently as if she didn't just get handed this.

You send her a soft wave and go back to "talking" with Wanda, and Natasha checks to make sure nobody is behind her and looks again. She smirks at the picture and slides it into the hidden pocket in her dress that was made for a gun in case she needs to protect you, but now it holds something even more valuable to her.

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It has been about fifteen minutes since Nat received her first "gift" and even though she asked about it, you acted stupid and didn't tell her anything saying, "What picture? I didn't take any pictures other than the ones after the ceremony with all our brides' people."

You are now about to cut the cake which is when the next picture is going to be given to her. You decided that every time she gets a pic, the next one is going to be even better than the first. It will really rile her up you think. So as you two walk over there, hand in hand, you walk by Tony who hands her the next polaroid as she passes by him. This time she knows not to look until she is at the cake table where nobody is behind her.

She has an arm around your waist and she sneaks a peak at the next photo.

This one makes her huff out a breath, and she looks over at you who is "oblivious" to the thing she just saw. She squeezes your side as she slips the photo, once again, into her pocket, and you smile slyly at her. She leans over to whisper, "You know what you're doing Y/n."

You both pick up the knife and you say, "Doing what? Cutting the cake?"

She rolls her eyes at you and you both cut the cake and feed each other a slice. Then you both go back to the table that only you and her sit at, and you add, "Of course I know what I'm doing, why else would I do it?" Then you go back to eating your slice of cake acting just as innocent as before.

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You just had your first dance, and it was beautiful, the song you both picked together was a testament of your love and it brought tears to everyone's eyes.

Then, you decided instead of a father daughter dance, to have a Maid/Man of Honor dance. You danced with Wanda and talked and laughed, while Natasha and Clint did the same.

It was beautiful really. You had decided to do this because, even though Natasha has Alexie, you wouldn't have been able to participate since your dad is no longer in your life. The dance with your best friends meant infinitely more than a dance with your fathers would have anyways, and thankfully Alexie wasn't hurt by this. He realized he wasn't a good "dad" in the beginning of her life, and it wasn't his position.

As the dances concluded, Clint smirked at Natasha, and he reached into his suit pocket to pull something into his hand and slipped another polaroid into her hand.

People start joining on the dance floor to have some fun and Nat looks down at the photo and says, "Holy Shit!" maybe just a little too loud making her blush. She shakes her head as Clint laughs and walks off to his wife and kids, but not before Nat punches his shoulder softly, and then she glares at you.

You smile cheekily at her as you walk to her for another dance. You start slow dancing together and say, "Hey baby, whatcha doin?"

She smiles softly at you and says, "Thinking about my beautiful wife and what she and I are doing later tonight."

You make a fake surprise face in the shape of a soft 'o' and say, "Is that right?"

She giggles into your neck, and it is the most beautiful sound you could hear and hums, "mhm"

You smile as you spin her around the dance floor and say, "Well thank you for the compliment baby, but whatever you're thinking is going to have to wait. We promised each other we wouldn't leave earlier than we planned, remember?"

She groans and nods her head in slight defeat mumbling, "I know we did."

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You are now both talking to Natasha's family about what is next for you both. Melina starts out with, "So, when am I getting some grandbabies?"

You and Nat both exchange glances and look back at them and you say, "Well... I uh-" You freeze not knowing what to say.

Thankfully though, Natasha is there for you and says, "Y/n has decided she does not want to give birth. I obviously can't give birth given my situation, and I won't be disrespecting my wife's wishes, so we are going to take it slow as we weigh our other options."

You smile softly knowing that you picked the right girl to be your wife. She literally always has your back. Finally, having composed yourself you cut in as well and say, "We also have decided that we want to live our lives together before we settle down. We want to have the right parenting mindset you know."

Melina and Alexie nod their heads and smile Melina replies, "Well I don't care how or when it happens, I just want a grandbaby." As she is speaking, Yelena inches closer to Nat and then she 'holds' her hand briefly, but in reality, she is slipping the next picture into her hand. Nat's smile widens at the thought of another picture and Yelena walks off to go find Peter and bother him.

Natasha feels like she needs to look at this picture, but she can't if her parents are standing right in front of you, so she smiles when a song she knows comes on and says, "Mama, Papa listen, it's your song! Go dance!" She ushers them off and then turns to you to look at the photo.

This one makes her giggle, so you quirk an eyebrow and say, "What's the problem? Don't like it?"

She widens her eyes a tiny bit and shakes her head so much that you laugh and say, "Alright calm down, you'll mess up your hair"

She smiles and says, "I love it so much, I was just laughing because you could totally be wearing this under your dress since it's white."

All you do is smirk at her and it takes a second for her to process, but she gets it and her mouth falls agape just a bit. You simply walk off and Wanda comes over to say, "Come on! It's time for the flower toss!"

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Both you and Natasha agreed on doing a flower toss, only one is for the guys, and one is for the girls. Your reasoning being that the girls can get a little rough and you wouldn't want any of the boys to get hurt or anything like that. The boys can be very sensitive. ;)

So Natasha does the first toss to the boys, which includes Valkyrie as well since they are feeling more masculine today. (Like a king should). Thankfully nobody got into any fights since they're respectable people. After a bit of laughter, Clint comes out victorious and says he and Laura are simply going to renew their vows. Then he hands Laura the bouquet, and she smiles kissing him softly earning an aww from everyone.

Your toss is next and Loki decided to join in on the girls side since they are feeling more feminine. (Queen shit). The girls didn't get in any fights but they were definitely more aggressive than the boys. Scary, but the one who comes out with the bouquet is surprisingly Carol, who looks over at Val and smirks.

While your toss is happening though, Bucky walks up to an unsuspecting Natasha as she watches the girls' chaos enfold and he gives her a sly smile. By now she has caught onto him and says, "You too?"

He nods his head and says, "You never know which one will be the last." and then he slides the polaroid into her hand like a drug dealer and walks off like nothing happened.

The toss ends right around the same time that her exchange with Buck ends, so you're already making a b-line for her to see her reaction to this photo. She shields herself with your body to look and she swiftly turns the photo.

She groans as she slips yet another keepsake in her hidden pocket. You smile as she leans her head on your shoulder, which to anyone else would look like she's just cuddling up to you, but you know better. So you lean really close to her ear and whisper, "Are you hard baby?"

She simply nods her head. Thank God she fell in love with a decently poofy dress that doesn't show the contours of her dick. Especially since most people don't know about her little friend down there, not that it's any of their business, but they don't know because she always tucks it for events and missions. However, most of the main Avengers know, having all walked in on you two at least once. So, you walk to your table and sit down so she can have a break. You giggle at her when she's taking a few breaths and say, "What? You act like you haven't seen me naked before."

She glares at you and says, "No, it's not that. It's the fact that my lovely beautiful wife keeps catching me off guard, and might I also add the fact that she is so incredibly hot that I can barely handle myself?"

This makes you blush softly, and she smiles at you. You two share a sweet moment even through the dirty part.

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Thankfully Nat has had a few minutes for her... stuff to calm down, because Wanda picks up the mic and starts speaking, "I'd like to make some toast please."

You both giggle at the joke she stole from Agnes in Despicable Me 2, one of the movies that brought both you and Wanda childlike comfort during hard nights, while everyone else quiets down for the speeches. Wanda continues, "We are going to start our speeches now, so could Melina and Alexie please come up?"

Both of Natasha's parents stand by you and Melina starts, "I was not in Natasha's life for a very long time, so I don't feel like I am in a position to give a grand speech about yada yada this and that, but I do want to say, from the moment I saw you Natasha, I knew you were good. I knew you would become successful, and I knew you would excel in life. I am so happy that you have found love with Y/n, because you two are the perfect match, and I could not be more honored to be your mother-in-law Y/n."

She passes the mic to Alexie who, up until now, has had a stern face on. "Natasha, Melina already said all of the words I had for you, but she did not speak on this. Y/n, when I first met you I thought that you were never going to marry my daughter. I didn't think you were worthy of such a woman as Natasha, but as you got to know me more, my view on you changed. You kept pushing with her family even when you could have lost hope on us. You proved that you are willing to do anything it takes to get her, and I now see that you are more than worthy of Natasha's love."

He turns into a sobbing mess before he can finish anything else, and their words make you cry, but you try to keep from sobbing since you spent so much on your makeup. Then the speakers continue to go up and give their speech, make you cry, and then move on.

Clint gets the mic eventually and he takes a big breath and then starts, "When I met Natasha, I was on a mission to eliminate her. I was about to take the shot when we made eye contact, and something in me said no. I just could not pull the trigger, because what I was told I was going to be killing was an assassin, a robot, a tool. What I saw that day was anything but those things. I saw a girl who needed out, who was hurting, and that day turned into one of the best days of my life. We hid in vents for so long making sure that she was safe from the people who had her. We did nothing but play tic-tac-toe, rock paper scissors, and plan. We planned on how I was going to tell Fury that I did the exact opposite of what he told me to do. In reality I was actually more scared of Agent Hill, she's very scary, but I digress... All I really need to say is, as an archer, whenever people ask what the best shot I ever took was, I am honored to say it was the one I didn't take."

When Clint hands the mic over, there is not a single dry eye in the whole venue. Clint goes to Nat, and she hugs him so tight you think that he might die from lack of air. When they pull away, she kisses his cheek and whispers something in his ear, while he wipes her tear away and nods his head. He goes back to his seat and Wanda steps up to start her yap session.

"Y/n/n, when we met at the compound, there was something about you that was different than everyone else, you seemed so familiar, and I just could not pin it. We became great friends, but it took me about four months to realize why you seemed so familiar to me. One day when I was hanging out in your room, you opened your jewelry box in front of me and showed me a bracelet. It had little beads on it that said W+(Y/f/i). I burst into tears when it hit me. This girl,"

She points to you before she continues, "Was the girl that saved my life. We were friends from way back when we still lived in Sokovia. We had made these matching bracelets the day that we lost our families. It was also the day I lost her. Or so I thought. We were all hanging out in the living room together when it happened. Y/n felt shaking from the first few bombs and she told me and Piet to hide under the bed while she went to find her parents and make sure they were safe. Then the bombs went off. I thought we lost her. So we mourned both our parents and my best friend that day. It wasn't until I found out it was her all these years later that I knew she was also safe from the bombings but was taken. HYDRA took her from our lives, but the universe brought her back to us, and I could not be more grateful for her. I owe my life to her, and I have made sure she knows how deserving she is of happiness as her best friend, and now it is Natasha's turn, as her wife, to take what I have done and take it a step further."

This time it was you who is bawling; Wanda goes to hug you, and she whispers into your ear, "I'm so, so proud of you." Which only makes you want to cry more, but you pull away and take a labored breath as Wanda cleaned up your face.

All of the main avengers and people in your lives have gone except for Steve, who is finishing up.

Steve hands the mic to Wanda and walks to you and Natasha to "hug" y'all, but in reality he is actually slipping yet another polaroid into Nat's hand.

She rolls her teary eyes at him and you both, and takes a glance at it before having to look away knowing her erection will just come back.

You smirk at her and say, "Ooh that one was fun, but you'll like the next one even more."

She groans and says, "There's more?"

You giggle softly and say, "Why of course there is more my love."

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Wanda decided to add a little fun into the night and do the who knows them better game. What you do is you sit on a chair and Natasha sits with her back to you and you both have a shoe that represents one or the other, and whoever did the thing first you raise that shoe to see if you know each other.

So, Wanda starts with the first question on the list she made, "Who said 'I love you' first?" Both of you raise your shoe and they all 'aww'

Wanda passes the mic to Tony who asks, "Who is the clingiest."

The crowd is surprised when both of you raise Natasha's shoe. The mic is passed to Yelena who says, "Which of you is the most romantic."

This time, Natasha raises your shoe, and you raise hers, which makes everyone giggle a bit. The game continues to entertain the crowd, and Kate has the last question, "Who loves Halloween more?"

This one is tough since you both love Halloween so much, but you ultimately decide on Natasha, and Natasha puts up both shoes to signify it being a tie.

The game is finished now, and you both tell Kate, that the Halloween one was probably the hardest to choose. Though, you know it is about to be Natasha.

Kate laughs and hugs Nat and pats the next picture into Natasha's chest before walking away casually. Natasha's face heats up at the mere thought of your next image and she secretly takes a look at this one.

This Picture has her jaw on the floor. She loves the scream movies entirely too much, and the image of you in a sexy cosplay is seemingly never going to leave her mind. She can feel her cock spring back to life, and it almost hurts at how hard she is.

Natasha seems to snap and can't take it anymore, so she grabs your hand and starts taking you to the bathroom without trying to raise too much suspicion which is exactly what you knew would happen, so you look over at Carol and nod your head to begin her mission.

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Nat pulls you into the hallway and can't even make it to the bathroom before she has her lips on yours. You kiss her back softly but push her away before she can go too far. "Natty baby, what do you think you're doing?"

She tries to kiss you again, but you push her off of you again, "Detka, I don't think I can make it much longer."

You fake pout and say, "But you promised! You pinky promised me we wouldn't leave early."

She stomps her foot throwing a bit of a tantrum and says, "I promised before I knew you were pulling this shit!"

You smirk and say, "Come on baby, only thirty more minutes, you can make it. Just think, if you wait, the reward is going to be so much better, yes?"

She grumbles under her breath and Carol comes in right on queue saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything ladies."

Both of you shake your heads and Carol comes by to say, "Y/n, Wanda is looking for you."

You smile at her and thank her before kissing Nat on the cheek and leaving swiftly. Natasha and Carol stay behind and chat a bit. "You knew about this bullshit?"

Carol smirks and says, "What bullshit?"

Natasha groans and then Carol says, "Of course I am in on the bullshit, I hope you like this one." She pats Natasha's shoulder and then says, "Oh, lighten up, at least you have something to look forward to when you leave tonight.

Natasha already has her hand out ready for the next picture of you and Carol carefully puts it into her hand before swiftly exiting the hallway.

After Natasha sees this one, she thinks she might burst. She can't help but stare right into the eyes of the most beautiful person in all the multiverses. But she also stares at your body as well.

A thought pops into her mind and she thinks, the bathroom is right there and I still have a few minutes...

but ultimately she shakes her head knowing that if you found out she jerked off before your honeymoon, you'd surely not let her cum the rest of the time, so she walks back into the reception.

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Most of the people have left by now, only a few stragglers, the avengers, and close family are left. You both decided to keep the drinking on the low for this night, not wanting any unplanned things to happen.

Both of you are very big on consent, and the fact that you can't consent when under the influence. You also both know that you want to remember tonight in a good way.

You're having a few slow dances with some of your friends and Wanda is the last one before the last dance with you and Natasha. Wanda spins you around one last time as the song closes out, and Nat is waiting for you to be handed over to her.

Wanda smiles at Natasha and goes to hug her, while they are having a sweet moment together, she smirks and says, "I hope you're ready for this one, I had so much fun taking these pictures."

Nat rolls her eyes and lets Wanda slide the last photo into her hand, but not before saying , "So you're the side hoe?"

Wanda giggles and nods her head, "Did you expect any less?"

Natasha sighs and shakes her head, "I'm glad it was you and not some random person."

Wanda smiles and nods her head saying, "She definitely saved the best for last."

Raising her eyebrows suggestively at Nat while she walks off, you walk up to Nat and hold out your hand saying, "You ready for our last dance?"

"Oh, I'm more than ready, just let me see this last one."

Natasha almost can't tear her eyes away from this one, she is immediately painfully hard, and you have to take the polaroid and put it into her pocket yourself saying, "Natty, people are watching, we have to dance one last song so we can leave."

Nat nods her head and stars slow dancing with you, but you know exactly what to do. You rest your head on her shoulder and make your bodies slightly uneven so that your thigh/hip area is slightly pressing into Natasha's hard on, making her whimper into your ear.

You can't deny it, you're incredibly wet right now, but Natasha has had a much longer night than you, and you're only going to make it seem longer. You lean close to her ear and whisper softly. To everyone left, it looks like you're just saying something cute to her, but you know better. "Baby, when we leave, we are not having sex in the limo. It is our wedding night, and I don't care how hard you are, we are waiting the ten-minute car drive, got it?"

The way you speak is so soft and tender, yet it is firm and leaves no room for complaints. So Nat lets out a soft whine, but she ultimately nods her head and says, "Okay."

You smile and continue to feed words into her mind, "You're so hot, it's hard to not just jerk you off right here baby. I swear when we get home, I'm letting you do whatever you want to me."

Natasha's knees almost give out, but she somehow manages to keep dancing with you, and you both spin each other around. You two have a sweet moment again, temporarily ignoring your hunger for each other, dancing around the floor until the end of the song where you start waving goodbye to everyone and you head off.

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The ride to the villa you're both staying at before your flight tomorrow to your honeymoon destination is full of teasing and groping. You start massaging Nat's cock through her dress, and she moans softly and whispers at you with pleading eyes, "Detka, I- I thought you said no sex in the limo?"

You smirk and say, "I said no sex. I didn't say I wouldn't touch you, but I guess if that's what you want."

You take your hand off of her with a knowing smirk. She widens her eyes and huffs at you, "I don't know which is worse, you touching me, or not touching me."

You chuckle at her and shrug your shoulders, "You wanted to play by the rules. I don't make them, but I do listen to you... sometimes."

Nat snorts at your quip and you guys laugh a little, being a cute couple. Then, the limo pulls into the beautiful villa where all your things were previously put for your weeklong honeymoon, and you nod your head at Happy, who in turn, smiles and says, "Have fun! Wear protection!!"

Both of you laughing at him, and Nat starts puling you toward the door. You open the door and go to walk in, but Nat's hand pulling you backward makes you fall into her. "Nat what are you doing?"

She smiles and picks you up bridal style, and carries you carefully inside, closing the door softly before setting you down and she abruptly shoves you against the door, her lips immediately on yours. "You don't know how bad I need you right now dorogoy."

You smile into the kiss letting her have a moment of dominance before you take it back. "Come on dear, let's go upstairs and get these damn dresses off."

You both carefully undress with each other's help, soft touches here and there, before hanging up your dresses knowing you'll be too tired to do so later.

All Natasha can do is stare at your body, the white lingerie making the experience even better. You grab her face to make her give you her attention, and you give her a dominating stare and a contrasting soft toned voice, "Be a good girl and lie down on the bed please baby."

She quickly leaves your hold as you go to the closet and grab the things you set out for her. She usually takes charge, but sometimes you like to have your fun. This special occasion has you feeling dominant.

You saunter over to her with a set of ropes and a new toy she has never seen before. She furrows her eyebrows before you shush her, reminding her not to worry, your tone taking a temporary softness. "Alright dear, you know we have safe words. I know they were originally set up for me, but you know that you can use them too right?"

She softly nods her head at you with excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what you could do to her.

You smile softly, running your fingers softly along her torso. "Can you remind me what they are, so I know you remember?"

She nods her head and recalls your safe word system. "Red is stop completely, yellow is slow down or need a break, and green is go."

You nod at her softly and say, "Good job dear, now can you tell me a color?"

She smiles softly and says, "Green. So, very green."

You chuckle softly tilting your head back and say, "Okay, I'm gonna tie you up now, is that alright?"

She nods her head with quick, "yes" to follow.

You sit just below her hard cock while tying her arms to the bed, knowing she is staring at how close you are. You lean forward a bit and bump it softly on accident, but ignore it otherwise.

Once you're done tying her arms up you move to her legs and start explaining what you're going to do. "I got a new toy just for you tonight, I know you've already seen it, aren't you excited?"

She nods but softly says, "What is it?"

You finish tying her leg and look up at her with a devious look in your eyes. "You're going to find out soon, but first..." You crawl up to her member sticking up so high, and you smirk with your lips so close to it, "I have to get you ready."

You lean down and softly lick her tip, knowing she likes that, and then you slowly take her whole length in your mouth. Gagging at how far back she reaches, which in turn, makes her twitch in your mouth. You bob your head on her for a bit longer before pulling away. A string of saliva and precum goes from your lips to her tip and she whines. You slap her thigh and harshly say, "Quit your bitching, I've barely started and you're all needy for me."

She goes to defend herself, "But you were teasing me all night.'"

You glare at her and say, "oh yeah? If you want me to stop teasing you, then i suggest you listen and stop whining."

She nods her head almost letting a whimper out, but she composes herself while you reach behind you to grab the new toy you mentioned. "Natty, I got you this, it's gonna make you feel so good."

You hold up a fleshlight and she widens her eyes knowing it will feel good. You start to rub her prepared cock onto the opening and say, "Are you okay with this darling? Do you want me to make you feel good?"

She nods her head but quickly corrects herself with a "yes ma'am" when she sees your eyes.

You slide the fake pussy over her shaft and she tightens her fists as she feels the tightness overwhelm her. Moans start pouring out of her when you start sliding it up and down with a slow pace that picks up quickly.

After only three minutes of silent torture, she feels the knot in her about to explode and she says, "Y/n please, can I cum?"

You look at her with an evil smile knowing this is exactly where you wanted her. "Oh baby, is this making you feel good? You need to cum so fast?"

She nods her head aggressively and you almost groan at how submissive she looks right now. "Oh, does this make you feel so good? Better than me?"

She widens her eyes knowing she is in a trap now. Your hand still moving the toy up and down her dick. "N-no! Y-you."

You cut her off mocking her, "y- y- you what? You want to cum so badly because the toy is making you feel better than your wife ever could?"

Her hips jerk when she hears you say 'wife' and she moans out a no, but you're relentless, slowing down the toy to make the pleasure unbearable, knowing this slow pace won't make her cum.

You lean close her her and say, "If you want to cum so bad then do it, but remember, if you cum now, you won't get to cum in my pretty little pussy for the rest of the week."

Tears prick in her eyes at the thought of going a whole week without being able to feel you around her and she says, "No! Please no! I need you!"

You smirk and say, "Then don't cum until I say you can slut."

You pick up the pace again making her moan and jerk her hips, you know she can only last so long without exploding, but you're testing her limits tonight. She suddenly gets another overwhelming urge to cum again so she is trying to do anything to get you to let her or stop. Words start flowing out of her mouth desperate for either a release or a break, "Please! I need to cum so bad! I'm begging you. Please mommy! I've been so good, I just want to cum!"

You frown and slow down a bit while tucking some of her sweaty hair behind her ear, knowing that Natasha only calls you mommy when she is feeling really submissive, so you check on her a bit, her whining at the pace decreasing, "I know darling, I just need you to honestly give me a color."

She quickly blurts out, "Green! Please mommy!"

You smile at her confirmation, and pick up the pace once again, "Oh baby, mommy is just making you feel so good right now, isn't she?"

Natasha nods her head but lets out a yelp when you slap her thigh, "Wring answer. It's this toy making you feel good. You love the thought of fucking this thing. You're just such a dumb little slut because you want to cum so bad into it. It's like you have your big cock in another girl's pussy. You want that? You want your dick in another girl and not your wife?"

She shakes her head again, words spewing out of her at a thousand words per minute "No mommy! please I need you! I need your pussy so bad! I'm so close!"

You glare at her and pump harder slightly squeezing the fleshy toy when you see some precum leak out the hole in the top so that she feels it tighter. "Then you're going to hold it like a good girl. I know you can make it a little longer baby."

She finally lets tears fall from her eyes at the pain of having to hold back to listen to you, but after a little bit you soften up and decide to swiftly pull the toy off of her, which in turn makes her raise her voice at you crying for stimulation, "No mommy! Please not again! I can't take it! I can't!"

You hush her getting into position slightly hovering over her red-hot dick. "Shh shh honey, I know I know, Mommy's right here baby, she just needs to adjust to you really quickly and then we'll keep going alright?"

You sigh as you take her whole length into your pussy, Nat whines and her hips jerk involuntarily, making you moan softly. You lean down to kiss her softly and then start bouncing up and down making a lewd noise come from Natashas throat. You chuckle and say, "You like that baby? Is it better than the toy? Come on don't be shy now, tell me baby."

She nods her head, trying to find the words in her mushy brain, "Yes mommy," she huffs out with an exasperated breath, "I love you so much detka, you're so much better than the toy, I only want to make you happy."

You pout at the fact that even though she's so terribly desperate for you, she still wants the best for you. You also notice the lack of the word 'mommy' and it instead being replaced with 'detka' indicating that she is slightly more in control and less submissive now.

You continue to bounce and thrust you hips into hers which makes moans rip out of the both of you. You can feel Nat twitching inside of you a clear indicator that she wants to come so quickly, her last orgasm having been torn from her grasp. You tilt her head down from it's thrown back position to have her look at you. The look of pure love and need in her eyes making you swoon. "Hey darling, you're doing so good for me, I'm gonna keep going, okay? You can cum inside me at any time."

She pouts at your tone, and says, "Can you please be rough with me? I liked it."

You smirk at her confession, you became tender when you thought she was done with it, but apparently, she still has some in her. So, you nod your head and whisper seductively, "Okay, if you want rough then you're gonna have to beg me to cum."

Excitement reinstalls in her features as you start to almost jump up and down on her cock, and she groans saying, "i can't hold it much longer, please let me cum!"

You moan when she hits a spot in you, honestly, you're quite impressed with how long she's made it. You're already close which means she made it at least double if not triple the time you thought she would. So you smirk down at her and shake your head. "Not good enough baby, you've got to do better than that

Your words being broken up since you've started moaning so much. She goes to beg again but you untie her quickly and keep talking, "Touch my clit baby, be a good girl and help me out please."

She immediately starts rubbing circles on your clit, ignoring her sore wrists, bringing you to the brink, which makes you clench down on Nat. This sensation makes her stutter, but she persists, determined to make you proud. "Please, I- you- ugh... You feel so good squeezing me; I feel like I'm gonna explode."

You nod your head to let her continue, "You're so fucking tight and warm, nothing could compare to you. Nothing, nobody could make me feel as good as my wife can."

This makes you clench extra hard and a guttural moan slips past your lips which sets Natasha off. She empties her seed into you, and this triggers your orgasm. All you hear is a weak, "I'm coming" fall past her lips and you feel her ejaculate into your pussy.

The feeling of euphoria surrounds the both of you as you both ride out your highs. Eventually you slip off of her, falling beside her trying to catch your breath.

Natasha, however, is so blissed out that you come back to earth and untie her before she can even see or think again. The first thing she says is, "Wow, just wow."

You giggle and cuddle up next to her saying, "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud of you."

She smiles and turns on her side saying, "Thank you baby."

You smile as she leans in to kiss you. After sharing a soft kiss, she tries to deepen it, and moves to get on top of you, but you softly push her away saying, "You don't have to do another round baby, I pushed a lot of your limits today."

She sits up and glares at you saying, "It's our wedding night, not just mine. So, of course I'm going to take care of you baby. You must be crazy to think otherwise. I'm not just going to let you sleep without coming."

You giggle at her and she quirks a brow at you saying, "What's so funny huh?"

You smile and say, "I guess you were so out of it that you didn't even notice."

She frowns and says, "Notice what?"

You smile giving her a soft peck on the cheek, "Natty, I already did cum. In fact, I came so hard that I even squirted a bit onto you."

You point down at her abdomen which does, in fact, have your essence all over it. This realization making her blush, "Oh... I guess I was really out of it huh?"

You laugh at her timidness and say, "I don't know about you, but I can't walk..."

She smiles and gets up to go clean herself before coming back with a washcloth to clean you as well. Her tender hand making sure to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable from being so sensitive. Then she comes back to cuddle with you on her chest, and you whisper into her ear, "You did really impress me tonight, you know?"

She smiles and sighs, "Really? How so?"

You look into her eyes and say, "You lasted way longer than I expected you to, especially after the whole night of teasing."

She smirks and says, "Maybe I've leveled up since I have a wife now..."

This time it is your turn to blush, and say, "I guess that could be true."

She smiles as she settles into an almost sleep state, "Yeah, definitely true. My wife makes me a better person, in every way. I love you."

You smile and whisper an 'I love you too' back to her only to find that she is already asleep. Before you drift off to dream land you smile softly, thinking about her words.

"My wife."

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A/N: Holy shit indeed. this thing took forever. I actually have no idea how long it is or how many words but I do know that I am done with this finally T-T... College is kicking my butt already, so I'm sorry if I post less. Please tell me what you thought of this! it makes my day to see people liked my work.

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lavenderprose · 2 months ago

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I'm thoroughly convinced that in any sort of modern-day AU, Rook and Emmrich are the couple whose first date basically just never ends. There's a meet-cute. They meet in the grocery store when they both reach for the same jar of pickled eggs. Or in an elevator of a fancy hotel where Emmrich is attending a conference and Rook is on a galpal's bachelorette vacay. Or at a blood drive where Emmrich is grading papers and Rook is reading the trashiest novel she could get her hands on.

They hit it off. Emmrich, of course, finds Rook charming and Emmrich is, of course, the king of unassuming rizz. They exchange numbers. They go on a date that weekend to some stuffy gastropub that Emmrich apologizes for recommending no less than six times mostly because Rook looks at the prices on the menu with the kind of dismay that Emmrich remembers from being young and poor and hungry.

He pays for their meal, of course, and utterly insists that she order dessert.

They go for a walk. They Uber home, again on Emmrich's dime. Emmrich walks Rook up to her doorstep and intends to leave her with a quick peck, maybe even on the cheek, and a promise to call --but Rook slinks her arms around his neck and presses her body to his and invites him up.

"Terribly sorry," Emmrich half-yells into the Uber driver's passenger side window "It seems we're both staying here! I have--a tip--" He shoves a twenty dollar bill through the cracked window. It flutters anticlimactically onto the passenger seat. "Here you go!"

Rook's apartment is small, cluttered but clean, and they do not reach the bedroom. Emmrich fucks her on the sofa, which is second-hand and which they sink into alarmingly far, and they enjoy the afterglow together by scrolling through late-night offerings on a delivery app because Rook mentions that the gastropub's serving sizes were abysmal. They order a pizza, and Rook eats wearing nothing but her lacy purple thong and Emmrich's discarded white button-up. Emmrich watches her and feels his heart nervously flutter.

He stays the night.

In the morning, he plans to make her coffee and offer some eggs and then take his leave, because it seems polite and he has no reason to think she wouldn't want her Sunday to herself. Instead, Rook drinks the coffee, pops out of her chair and mentions that there is an Antivan bakery just down the street if he wants to walk with her.

He does, of course.

"I'm applying to graduate programs right now," Rook tells him, chewing on a biscotti, cute fingers wrapped around a second coffee. They sit in the window of the bakery on a pair of charmingly previous-century wrought iron bistro chairs. "There's one program...I want it so badly, but they only accept six candidates every three years. I've been out of school for a few years and I was going through some stuff in undergrad, so my GPA wasn't the greatest. I'l doubt I'll get in."

"Which program?" Emmrich inquires. Each of their pairs of legs are folded under the table, his right-over-left and hers left-over-right. They periodically tap their feet together and each time it happens, he smiles.

"It's a fellowship to study at the Grand Necropolis," Rook tells him. "Specifically, their program on funerary practices from the turn of the first millenium, which is--what?"

"Oh," Emmrich says, a little flustered. "Nothing, it's just--well, I'm tenured at the Necropolis. I know exactly the person who will be reading your application. It's not my program, of course, but I could...would you like me to look over your application? I know what she'll be looking for."

This is how Emmrich ends up sitting at Rook's dining room table well into the afternoon, reading through her extensive application to the Necropolis' fellowship program. She's undersold herself extensively--and he tries to aim her in a better direction while also not getting any of his fingerprints on the application. Myrna would easily be able to tell if she was reading an application written by someone who she'd eaten brunch with once a month for the past eight years.

"I should probably be going," Emmrich says, stretching out his back after several hours. "I have a...well, my bird gets nervous if I'm gone for long periods of time."

"You have a bird?" Rook asks, with delight, and this is how he ends up being driven back to his place by an overly-excited Rook, who apparently had a childhood dream of owning a parrot.

Manfred seems equally fascinated by her, as he hops onto her shoulder and makes a serious of hisses.

"His previous home evidently had cats," Emmrich tells her, gently petting the top of Manfred's head, and Manfred displays his other skill--screeching 'Emmrich!' over and over.

This is when things start to blur. Emmrich makes dinner, they eat, watch an episode of whatever is on the TV, and then have sex again--in the bed this time, Rook on top, hair down, and she looks...well, he doesn't last long.

In the morning, she goes to work. Texts him in the middle of the day to ask if he likes Tevinter food. He says yes, and she asks if he's free that evening. Also yes.

It's about a week later that Emmrich realizes they haven't spent much more than a workday apart since Saturday. It being Saturday again, Emmrich mentions it.

"Oh," says Rook, looking suddenly unsure. "I'm sorry, did you--if you need me to go, I can--"

"No!" Emmrich all but yells. "I just meant--am I monopolizing your time? Do you have...things I'm, er, keeping you from?"

Rook settles back against the sofa, which she's been lounging on beautifully on this rainy Saturday morning in Emmrich's pajama top and underneath Emmrich's mother's crochet blanket.

"Most of my friends are also, y'know, busy professionals," Rook sighs, head leaning on her hand, hair draping. "It's hard to make time. And I don't have family, really. I can leave if you want, really, I would understand. I just got a little carried away because--well, it's nice. To have someone to come home to." She frowns. "I don't know, is that weird to say?"

"No," Emmrich says, tears watering in alarming fashion. "No, darling, it makes perfect sense."

Everyone is only vaguely concerned when Rook moves into Emmrich's place a month later.

"It's not like we're getting married," Rook scoffs repeatedly.

Except that they do, before the end of the year. By that point, however, it seems that everyone has made peace with the situation--mostly because they finish each other's sentences, and sigh like lovelorn puppy dogs when they're apart, and mostly because nobody can really imagine them any other way nowadays.

#emmrich volkarin #emmrook #dragon age #DATV

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kayakiki · 2 months ago

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HOW DO THEY KISS YOU | Red dead redemption x reader

Characters included: Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Hosea Matthews, Javier Escuella, Lenny Summers, Charles Smith (In this order)

Warning(s): none

Genre: fluff

Arthur Morgan

For a guy so intimidating and confident most of the times, he has troubles speaking to women (Honestly, he is better with horses)

Its not his first kiss, but he’ll stare at your lips like it’s a complicated math equation

He's a lil stupid once it comes to women, he's goofy like that sometimes

I feel like he would ask for permission from you first

“So, um… can I…?”

Yes, babe. You can.

When you kiss him (you lost patience) he is so stiff you might think he had forgotten how to move

But after a few moments, he kisses you back

His kisses are soft, slow, and surprisingly sweet

When he kisses, it’s an interesting mix of contrasts. His large hands—often rough from a lifetime of work and wielding weapons—become surprisingly gentle as he cups your face or pulls you closer

Despite his towering figure, he’s careful not to make you feel overwhelmed. His kiss is slow and deliberate, as though he’s savoring the moment, giving you all the time to melt into him.

He might even blush afterward and nervously mumble something like

"Was that okay?"

(Spoiler: It was amazing)

This man loves you with his whole heart, and he treats you with respect

Dutch Van Der Linde

This cocky, dramatic bastard

He treats every kiss like a grand event. There is no such thing as a casual peck with him—no, every kiss must have intensity, flair, and possibly background music playing somewhere.

His ass really is that dramatic

He announces his intentions very dramaticaly

"Come here love, I have been deprived of your lips for too long"

(Like an hour)

When he kisses you, it's with the same confidence that defines him as a leader

He’s not shy about making the first move, and it’s clear that he knows exactly what he’s doing

His lips are bold against yours, demanding your attention, but it’s never forceful—it’s the kind of kiss that makes you feel wanted, adored, and completely swept up in the moment

He might even dip you slightly, fully expecting you to just go with it

He definitely use his hands (This man can't keep his hands of you)

One on your waist, pulling you closer.

The other gently cupping your face like you’re the protagonist of his favorite romance novel

And afterward? He’ll smirk, brush a thumb over your lips, and say something like

"Ah… exquisite, as always."

Or worse—

"Did that leave you breathless, my love? Or shall I try again?"

(It did leave you breathless)

He sometimes throws his coat over your shoulders and say “You mustn’t catch a cold, my darling” right before kissing you?

You’re dating a historical drama character

John Marston

His kisses often start off rough and impulsive

He'll grab your face with a bit too much force, but it’s always followed by a softer touch once you pull away and glare at him

He realizes he’s being a little too aggressive (never to the point to actually hurt you though, he is just little careless)

It’s a little chaotic at first, but it smooths out into something tender once he settles into the moment

Despite his sarcastic, rough exterior, there’s a surprising sweetness to his kisses

Sometimes they’re slow and deep, as if he’s letting his guard down and showing you the side of him he doesn’t often show

In those moments, the sarcasm and playfulness fades away

Between slow, lingering moments, he'll pull back just enough to flash you a smirk or crack a playful comment, making you laugh before diving right back in, kissing you harder this time, as if he’s trying to win you over all over again

He might be a little reckless, but when he kisses you, there’s a kind of control in the way he pulls you close

He might whisper something sarcastic or teasing into your ear right before a kiss, making you roll your eyes at him

He’s not the type to plan out a romantic moment, but he’ll surprise you with a kiss at random times

Like when you're both laughing at something dumb or when he’s just looking at you for a second too long, his smile softening into something genuine as he leans in and kisses you

He is a little bit of an idiot, but in a good way

Hosea Matthews

He’s a patient man, and his kisses reflect that

When he kisses you, it’s never rushed

He takes his time, savoring every moment, as though he knows good things are worth the wait

His lips are soft and deliberate, moving in slow, sensual rhythms that make you feel cherished with every gentle press

As someone who respects women deeply, he treats you with a kindness and reverence that shows in every kiss.

He might cup your face with his hands, brushing his thumb against your cheek before he leans in.

His kiss is tender, respectful, and never forceful, making you feel safe and cared for in his embrace

Sometimes when he kisses you, there’s a subtle sense of humor, a lightheartedness in the way he pulls away with a smile, teasing you about how he “might” kiss you again, but you’ll have to earn it.

It’s not cocky, just a little playful teasing to keep things fun (in his opinion)

He’s the type to kiss you on the forehead in moments of quiet reflection, a soft gesture that speaks volumes about how much he values your presence

It’s never about passion first

it’s always about the emotion behind the kiss

Javier Escuella

Now let's be honest, Javier is a very romantic and passionate man

His kisses are intense—there’s no beating around the bush with him

When he kisses you, it’s like he’s pouring all his emotions into it, full of fire and passion

His hands will pull you close, his lips eager but still careful, as though every kiss is an opportunity to express just how deeply he feels for you

It's like a blazing flame that never burns out

He’s a man who’s incredibly loyal and protective of you

But even in his possessiveness, there's a tenderness beneath

He often calls you pet names in Spanish— "mi amor,” “mi corazón,” “cariña” before he kisses you, each word wrapped in affection and pride

When he kisses you, it’s not just the kiss that’s passionate; it’s the playful teasing that comes with it

He might pull you in for a kiss, only to stop just before your lips meet, giving you a smirk before finally sealing it with a passionate kiss

If someone dares to flirt with you, you’ll see a whole new side of him in his kisses. He’ll kiss you fiercely, almost as if to mark his claim

While kissing, his hands are placed on your waist, holding you in place, as if he’s making sure you know how much he values you.

He’s proud to have you as his, and it shows in the way he kisses you

Beneath his fiery exterior, there’s a side of him that’s surprisingly tender.

After a heated kiss, he might rest his forehead against yours, just taking a moment to breathe together.

His hands will caress your face gently, almost as if he’s trying to hold onto that moment of peace

When he kisses you, it’s not just to show affection, it’s because he’s fighting for your heart.

He wants you to know that he’s loyal and steadfast in his love for you, and his kisses are always filled with that promise

You might get a kiss full of passion after a difficult moment or a kiss that’s a little extra when he’s feeling especially proud of you

Either way, he’ll make sure to show you that you mean the world to him

Lenny Summers

At first, his kisses are a bit shy and uncertain

He’s incredibly intelligent and quick-witted, but when it comes to showing his feelings, he gets a little nervous

His hands might tremble slightly as he cups your face, but the warmth in his kiss makes up for the hesitation

His kisses are soft and gentle at first, almost as if he’s testing the waters, unsure of whether he’s doing it right but fully invested in the moment

Despite his shy side, he has a playful nature, and that’s reflected in his kisses

If you laugh or smile at him, he’ll get all flustered, but he’ll still find a way to make it lighthearted

Maybe he’ll steal a kiss quickly, then tease you about how your reaction made him nervous

His kisses are full of energy, but they always carry a humorous edge to keep things fun

When he’s in a more serious mood, his kisses reflect his calm and introspective nature

He won’t rush things or make them too intense; instead, his kisses are slow, deliberate, and filled with thoughtfulness

You can feel how much he’s thinking about you, and how much he wants to express his feelings, even if he can’t always say the right words

It’s the kind of kiss that makes you feel deeply cared for and appreciated

Charles Smith

His kisses are always gentle and sincere, as he takes great care to never rush or force anything

He is the kind of person who is patient, so when he kisses you, it feels like a carefully thought-out moment of affection

It’s a soft, lingering kiss, full of warmth and tenderness, as if he’s savoring the connection

He’s a man of honor, and that extends into how he treats you. His kisses are never about trying to impress or overwhelm you

Instead, he ensures that every kiss feels like an act of respect

He might gently hold your face in his hands, guiding you to him with a soft touch, letting you know how much he cherishes you without saying a word

In his kisses, you can feel the depth of his protective nature

He never wants you to feel alone, and when he kisses you, it’s almost as if he’s silently reassuring you that he’s there for you, always

His kisses have a way of calming your heart and giving you the courage to face anything, because you know he has your back

Despite his quiet nature, when he kisses you, there’s a sense of quiet confidence that emanates from him

He doesn’t need grand gestures to show his feelings; his kisses are enough

Even in the most intimate moments, he remains respectful and considerate of your boundaries

He takes the time to understand what you like, what makes you feel safe and loved, and adjusts his approach accordingly

His kisses are always in tune with your comfort level, making you feel treasured in every way

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #javier escuella x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #lenny summers x reader #charles smith x reader #hosea matthews x reader #headcanon

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improbable-outset · 10 months ago

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📂 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

I don’t think there’s any trigger warnings needed for this. But I just wanna give a heads up that I did not write these in order so there might be some HC that looks rush— I couldn’t elaborate on some, sorry 😢

𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

📄 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Kenji’s past experiences and personality traits shape how he shows affection. Having lived in America for most of his life, his way of showing love blends both American and Japanese elements

In America, people are generally more direct with their affection, and public displays of affection (PDA) are more socially acceptable, or at least not that frowned upon, including hugging, kissing, and hand-holding. While gift giving is important in American culture, it doesn’t carry the same significance as in Japan (cuteeeee).

In contrast, Japanese culture often values subtle and indirect expressions of affection, with intimate gestures usually kept private. Kenji’s approach combines both culture seamlessly

Kenji might express his love in a mix of direct and indirect ways. His approach to PDA might vary depending on his surroundings. As a star baseball player that’s constantly in the public eye, he might save more intimate gestures for private moments. However, he won’t shy away from holding your hand or giving a quick peck on the cheek

Drawing from Japanese culture, Ken will give gifts as a way of showing his love— and given that this man is loaded, they do tend to be pretty extravagant. He might also embrace more grand gestures typical in American culture

Though he appreciates your thoughtful gestures too. Whether it’s leaving small gifts or notes in his duffle bag before a game or making him breakfast, he cherishes these moments with you

Overall, Kenji is grateful that you love all aspect of him, appreciating the different ways he shows his affection and your understanding and acceptance of his unique blend of cultural influences

📄 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.𝐝𝐨𝐜

I’m glad that there are more people acknowledging the struggles Kenji faced as a Japanese person newly moved to LA. In his first interview with Ami, he stated how he was made fun of for the way he looked and talked, indicating he had a hard time making friends in America. This was a difficult adjustment period for him.

But if you thought that was bad, moving back to Japan presented its own set of challenges. Despite returning to his home country, Ken struggled to fit in with the Japanese crowd. We’ve heard the unwarranted comment from the catcher: “We’re waiting for the Japanese version of this guy,” highlighting his continuing struggle with acceptance.

So it is canon that this man is lonely. Given everything he has been through, you would expect him to have a bitter attitude and be more closed off. However, that’s not the case.

Ken can be sociable when he wants to be. He often masks his internal struggle with his cocky exterior, which might add another difficulty in making friends, but it doesn’t define his character entirely.

Beyond his bravado, Ken has the potential to be a great friend. We’ve seen the way he warms up to Ami later on in the story. He can be fiercely loyal when he wants to be and stand by those he cares about and be there when they need them.

The real question is: will he let you be there for him? How long will it take for him to let you in his psych? This is a complex layer of his character that we’ll explore later on in the alphabet

📄 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Oh, this man definitely needs to be held. At the start of your relationship, Kenji would always be the one holding you close. His arms would wrap around you while you nestled on his chest. He found comfort in the role and didn’t think much about needing to be held himself, until you gently asked him about it

He was reluctant about it at first but eventually he relented, allowing you to hold him close. Feeling your heartbeat near his ear and your arms around him, he quickly grew enamoured and melted into your touch.

It took him a few cuddle sessions for him to adjust to this new dynamic, but once he did, he embraced it fully (all puns intended)

As your relationship deepened, Kenji became more comfortable with initiating cuddle sessions himself. He’s not shy about expressing when he needs to be held

I can see him climbing into bed and nuzzling into your neck, seeking closeness. From being the one who held you, Kenji appreciates the reciprocity of being held by you. Knowing someone cares for him deeply gives him a sense of contentment

📄 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Over time, Kenji’s desire to settle down grows stronger the more he spends time with you. Seeing the stability and fulfilment a settled life can bring, he envisions a secure, private home environment where you both can unwind away from the public eye

Kenji’s cooking skills are basic but heartfelt. He learned to cook out of necessity while living in the America, often preparing meals with his mother as a way of spending quality time together.

He sees cooking together as a way of bonding and creating lasting memories. Despite having an advanced automated delivery system in his home, he often prefers to cook with you, valuing the personal touch. He is open to learning new recipes and techniques, often taking lead in the kitchen

While Kenji prefers to keep his living space organised, he isn’t fond of the labour of cleaning. He relies on his high-tech home and Mina to handle most of the household chores efficiently. He appreciates the comfort and peace that a well-maintained home provides

He utilise the technology in his home to make his life easier, ensuring that everything is kept in order.

📄 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐝𝐨𝐜

The way he handles your break up really depends on the situation, but he would always prefer to do it face-to-face for clarity and honesty

If it was you at fault, it might be because he feels like there’s a lack of support from you or because you betrayed his trust.

He may seem resentful on the outside but is shattered on the inside. After you both go your separate ways, you’ll never hear from him again, but you won’t know that he’s holding back from contacting you and forgiving you. However, his pride won’t allow him to.

But if you do something seriously bad, like continuously disrespect him or, worse case-scenario, cheat on him, he’ll be colder towards you. Don’t expect him to give you another chance after that

If he’s the one that’s at fault here, it’ll probably be because he prioritise his career and baseball over your relationship and has unintentionally neglected you. He’ll be upset and pissed off.

He’s not angry at you, but more at himself for not being better. He’s already dealing with his mother’s absence and now he has lost another important person in his life.

But unlike his mothers disappearance, he had control over the situation, and it could’ve been avoided if he changed

In this case, he won’t beg you to stay but rather wish you well for your future and would seek to provide closure

📄 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Kenji take’s commitment seriously, especially given everything he has been through while moving the the US and back to Japan, often feeling lonely. Despite his loneliness, he won’t make a move unless he’s fully committed to building a future together, and ensure that you’re both are emotionally ready for the next step

However his career in being in the spotlight and having eyes on him might impact his decision. He has already mastered separating his personal life concealed from the media, but having a partner might spark some unwanted attention and an uproar of press conferences asking about his love life.

Kenji is acutely aware of the intrusive nature of the media. He wants to protect his partner and any future children from unwanted attention. Kenji will find a way to navigate through the chaos and maintain a balance with his career and his personal life

He’ll openly discuss with you how you could balance his career and future together. This includes talking about the timelines for your marriage so it won’t clash with his professional commitment

He values your input when making decisions and wants to ensure that you’re both are on the same page

📄 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Kenji’s gentleness shines through both in action and his protective nature. We’ve seen the way he cradled and soothed Emi at Tokyo Tower after he accidentally fractured her arm, all while trying to keep himself calm after she got tranquillised by the KDF. Despite his strength as Ultraman and his athletic build, he still takes great care not to cause harm.

His physical gentleness extends to his interactions with you. Whether it’s the tender way he holds you or his carefulness during physical activities, Kenji ensures that his doesn’t go overboard with his strength

However, the same can’t be completely said for his emotional gentleness. While he has a good heart, he struggles to find the right words for reassurance. He tries emulating what his mother would say when she comforted him, hoping it would have the same effect on you as it did to him, even as an adult

He draws from his mother’s influence, replicating her warmth and security she provided, hoping it would bring you the same comfort

📄 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Okay, we’ve seen how Kenji was literally running and jumping around with Emi outside of his cabin, you can’t tell me he doesn’t love hugs. After watching that scene, I can definitely see him sweeping you off your feet and spinning you around in his embrace during a moment of celebration or excitement (maybe when he finally wins a championship or when you accept his marriage proposal hehe)

His hugs have a grounding effect, making you feel safe in his arms. Given his athletic build, it’ll be a mixture of firmness and softness. And with his height, his hugs would be a full-body embrace, where you would be completely held

📄 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮.𝐝𝐨𝐜

He’s not shy when it comes to verbally expressing his love to you; however, it was definitely you who said it first before he had the confidence to say it back. As your relationship deepens, he starts to initiate it too and uses other affirmations more freely, especially in private

Phrases like “aishiteru” are used sparingly and are usually reserved for serious committed relationships. He’ll probably use that every once in a while but not always, so he won’t overuse it and it’ll still hold its value

📄 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Kenji doesn’t have a lot of relationship experience. This is the first time he has build an emotional connection with someone (if you don’t count Ami, though I wouldn’t call that a true connection) so if he feels like the relationship is threatened by anyone, it’s only natural for him to feel some jealousy

Not saying that he doesn’t know how to act or handle his emotions— rather, he just doesn’t want to lose you. His relationship with you represents a huge step from his lonesome life, and though he does trust you deeply, there’s still some underlying doubt and insecurities.

Despite his confidence in many areas, when it comes to the matter of heart, he’s still navigating uncharted waters. However, as your relationship strengthens and he becomes more secure with your love, these jealousy moments become less frequent

📄 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

According to the wiki page trivia, Kenji is approximately 6 feet tall (no surprise). So forehead kisses are a given, especially if you are shorter than him. He loves doing it at the most unexpected moments, it’s not too intimate for the public yet still tender.

He adores your kisses too, even if they aren’t as passionate— good luck kisses before his game, before bed, and surprise kisses.

You shared your first kiss at his place, alone together. He appreciated the privacy and having you to himself that night without any watchful eyes. You were the one that held his face and guided him, since he doesn’t do this often, or at least not in this scenario

📄 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Before Emi stumbled upon his life, the thought of having children never really crossed his mind. His initial reluctance and emotional breakdown when he had to take care of Emi shows how unprepared he felt for the role of fatherhood. Despite eventually embracing the role and finding joy in caring for Emi, he still feels a bit iffy about having his own children (biological or adopted)

A human baby is much smaller and more delicate than a kaiju. Human infants are more vulnerable, and this amplifies Ken’s insecurities.

Every new parent will have the typical fear of not being good enough or making mistakes, and I think Ken’s insecurities stem from his past.

Ken’s strained relationship with his father, even though it was eventually resolved, left a lasting impact on him. As a child, he felt abandoned when his father stayed in Japan while he moved to America with his mother.

I feel like the sense of abandonment is a deep-rooted fear he carries into his own potential parenthood. He’s anxious that his double life as a star baseball player and Ultraman might leave his own child to feel the same way he did— confused and abandoned.

However, this might give him determination not to repeat history and ensure his child never feels the same way he did. Furthermore, the thought of his child watching him play, whether through TV or in person, might inspire him to excel in his baseball career.

He hopes that his kid will look up to him with admiration just as Emi did when she watched him practice and supported him

📄 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Unless you’re an early riser, he’s usually up before you, around 5:30-6am. He quietly gets out of bed to avoid disturbing you. His morning starts with either a run or a home workout (That scene of him jump-roping in front of the rising sun will forever be etched in my mind). He probably uses his simulation to replicate the workout scene, just like how he does with the baseball pitch

Once he completes his workout, he showers and changes into his casual clothes. By now, you would definitely be awake. He loves these little moments with you, so he puts effort to make breakfast together instead of relying on Mina to use the automated delivery system— just as he did in the scene when he was trying to feed Emi for the first time

After breakfast, Mina provides his schedule for the day and updates him on any threats, just in case he needs to leave for an unexpected mission. By 8:00 he’ll leave for his baseball training facility

📄 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Every night is not the same when it comes to living with Ultraman. Some nights, Kenji will come home late after another mission, protecting Tokyo. But if he doesn’t need to be out, he’ll be home by 6pm and will greet you with a tired smile

He will take a few minutes to unwind on the couch before he showers and changes to his loungewear. You’re always on your toes, checking for any injuries, and maybe even give him a massage if he needs it

He might rewatch some of his old video with his mom with you and share those special memories. This is significant because you’re one of the important people in his life, and sharing these moments means a lot to him

You’ll have dinner at around 7/8pm, sharing stories about your day. If he did have a good game, be prepared to hear him ramble and boast about it like you didn’t just watch his game on the TV

By 9pm, you both start to wind down, taking it slow and turning off any screens and by 10pm you’ll head to bed, cuddling together

📄 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Kenji won’t open up to you immediately, especially regarding his vulnerabilities about his mother and how he doesn’t fit in. At first he’ll come off with his blasé attitude, brushing off or downplaying sensitive topics to make them seem less significant

But with your efforts, you create a safe space for him to express himself and his fears, something he’s still getting used to. You offer him constant reassurance (and trust me, be patient with him), reminding him that he can lean on you

After several sessions of you healing his wounds from a baseball game or another mission and constantly checking if he’s okay, he slowly warms up to you and grows more comfortable in opening up

You’re gonna make him weak on the knees if you keep on doting him like that and encourage him to take care of himself. He’ll have no choice but to spill everything to you because he knows you won’t think of him differently

📄 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Even before you got together, we’ve all seen how he was with Emi, teaching her baseball and her rehabilitation training after she got injured. He never gave up on her, his patience blooming naturally.

He’s never the type to get easily angry unless you really do something that genuinely pisses him off or constantly doing something that you bothers him

After everything you’ve done for him, it’s only fair that Kenji give you the same level of patience as you do with him. The way you treat him inspired him to be better in your relationship

📄 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Having an AI assistant that helps him keep track of his schedule and special dates makes it easier to remember anniversaries and other important events. But beyond that, Kenji is quite sentimental and has a keen eye for the little details about you.

He keeps momentous from your time together similar to how he treasures videos of his mother. These trinkets might include small souvenirs from places you’ve always wanted to visit

He uses his keep memory to choose thoughtful gifts that show how well he knows you. He might surprise you with something that reminds you of a special day you shared

Overall, Kenji’s attention to detail means he remembers and cherishes little things about you, making you feel truly seen

📄 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜

One of his favourite memories in your relationship is when you came to watch one of his games live. Although he couldn’t see you in the audience, the thought alone of you being there gave him the boost to perform better. He probably flaunted a little just because he knew you were watching and wanted to impress you

Another memory he loves is when you made him his favourite green tea when he was sick. It sounds mundane, but it felt good having you take care of him and knowing you’d be by his side, even at his lowest. Also you tea-making skills is impeccable

📄 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Kanji’s Ultraman duties include protecting the city from any threats. When the baby kaiju egg hatched in his hands, his protective instincts kicked in when the KDF were actively searching for it. He brought it home without thinking about the consequences (fuck around and find out)— so it’s only natural that he’s protective over you too

There are different ways Ken would be protective over you. He would physically shield you by placing himself between you and the threat. I don’t know if he had any special ‘training’ as Ultraman but he is well-versed in combat and because of his athletic physique, he can handle physical threats effectively

He will probably teach you some basic self-defence techniques or emergency protocols, like having Mina track your location, just in case he’s not around

But even with all of this, he still respects your independence and personal space, the last thing he wants is to smother you. He trusts that you can handle situations on your own but always makes it clear that he’s there when you need him. He just wants to make sure you’re safe

📄 𝐓𝐫𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Having never been in a real relationship before, Kenji finds himself making an effort to make every moment special. Because he’s never had a deep connection with anyone like this, he will tend to ensure his partner feels valued and appreciated. Though he will go overboard as his fear of losing you drives him to go above and beyond

For dates and anniversaries, Kenji will plan every detail, from the venue place to the different activities. He booked a rooftop dinner that gave a view of the city for your first anniversary. His gestures can sometimes be grand and extravagant, as he wants to make you happy and create memorable moments

His dedication and efforts partly stems from people-pleasing tendencies that are shaped by his past loneliness and desire for acceptance. There’s a lingering fear of falling short and being left behind because he didn’t do enough which leads to him overextending himself, even if it is with good intentions (poor Ken…)

However, you remind him that he doesn’t need to do all of that to make you happy; you love him for who he is, not for his grand gestures. It’s an added bonus, but not a foundation of your relationship

While Kenji does struggle to maintain a balance of his grand gestures with the simplicity of his affection, his heart will always be in the right place. Your reminder that his love and presence is enough gives him a peace of mind and helps him enjoy your relationship more organically

📄 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

We all know that at the end of the film, Ken sheds some of his arrogance from the beginning, but that doesn’t mean he’ll be completely free from it immediately. Sometimes his cockiness can get in the way, making him seem dismissive.

It’s not that he’s intentionally doing it, but he’s still learning to break away from his habits, especially if it’s harming your relationship. The last thing he wants is to ruin things because of his old character that he’s trying to fix

Just as mentioned earlier, he has never had this kind of connection with anyone, so he’s also new to being emotionally available. He struggles to communicate his feelings openly since he is used to concealing them, especially from the press and the public.

This might lead to misunderstandings and unaddressed issues. But together, you work through it, and slowly, he warms up to it

📄 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜

This man has a whole car collection in his crib so he is definitely loaded. You can’t tell me that he doesn’t spend his money on his outfits, looking the best of the best. Kenji is fully aware of his good looks and he knows how to use them to his full advantage

He takes great pride in his appearance, not only because he’s often in the spotlight as a professional baseball player but also as way of expressing himself and his achievements

We’ve seen his outfits when he was in that interview with Ami— the blazer with the necklace. His confidence shines through in every aspect of his appearance, whether through his sharp outfits, that are perfectly coordinated, to his sleek jewelry collection

In your relationship, you appreciate his confidence and the way he takes care of himself. His vanity and fashion sense become a shared joy, with you sometimes helping him pick out outfits and new accessories. It adds to the charm and closeness to your relationship

All in all, Kenji’s vanity is a blend of his confidence and self-expression— it’s a reflection of his personality and journey.

📄 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Although Kenji does value his independence, and even though he sometimes gets lonely, there are elements in your relationship that make him feel complete and fulfilled. Having a human companionship to come to, rather than just an ai assistant (sorry Mina, still love you), means a lot to him

Your presence provides Kenji the emotional support he craves. After a tough day, he knows you’re always there to listen to him. You both celebrate his victories, whether on the field or in his Ultraman duties. Same goes with challenging times, you both lean on each other for support

Your relationship has contributed to personal growth for both of you. Kenji has learned to be more open and expressive with his feelings. You both encourage each other to be the best version of yourselves

📄 𝐗𝐭𝐫𝐚.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Ken is definitely a foodie. While living in America, he found comfort in food and developed an appreciation for various cuisines. Because he struggled to fit in, he often turned to food as a source of solace.

He particularly loves Hispanic and South Asian food (<<self indulging here, can’t tell me he doesn’t like pani puri) for their rich traditions, even if they differ from the Japanese cuisine

When you’re together, Kenji enjoys replicating these dishes and sharing them with you. They hold a special place in his heart. His love for food isn’t just about the different flavours but the memories they bring

📄 𝐘𝐮𝐜𝐤.𝐝𝐨𝐜

One thing Kenji can’t stand from his partner is someone who always broadcasts everything about their relationship. He would prefer to keep matters like that private, especially when he has an image to maintain. The only reason he shared his mothers message at the end of the film with Ami was because it was a memory he cherished deeply

Speaking of family, after reconciling with his father, Kenji values his relationship with his family immensely. Having a partner who doesn’t respect or get along with his family would be problematic for him

Finally, one of the most important aspects is his passion for baseball and his duties as Ultraman. A partner who belittles or doesn’t support his career or responsibilities would not work out. Ken needs someone who understands and respects his dedication to both his professional and personal missions

📄 𝐙𝐳𝐳.𝐝𝐨𝐜

Okay we all know that it’s canon that Kenji sleeps shirtless :)))) yeah I don’t have to elaborate on that

I feel like he was a heavy sleeper before his Ultraman duties has taken a toll on his sleeping habits, he has to be more alert so he’ll probably become more of a light sleeper

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kumkaniudaku · 4 months ago

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Had Me At Hello

Summary: Terry and Patrice meet for the first time.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

Francis Edwards High School was a pristine, two-story jungle filled with Cumberland County's most gifted teenagers. From the first bell at 7 AM until the final ding at 2:30 PM, impenetrable cliques and established hierarchies ruled the hallways, classrooms, and bustling cafeteria, turning the already daunting task of making friends into a nearly impossible uphill battle.

A new school year was nothing more than a formality for returning students. Friend groups were locked in. Moving up and down the sacred social ladder was a tall task many dared not undertake. Seniors looking to make a name for themselves before walking across the stage concocted grand plans to achieve legendary status. Incoming freshmen were given the golden opportunity to shed their image from middle school and step into brand new skin if they were lucky.

By mid-October of his freshman year, Terrence Richmond felt like he'd cracked high school's code. A massive growth spurt throughout eighth grade shot him up from a slight 5'7" to a respectable 5'11", aiding his first-string wide receiver campaign. Sure, he was brand new to the team and coming behind an all-state senior plus two juniors making waves in their own right, but stranger things had happened. One twisted ankle or subpar progress report, and he'd be well on the way to becoming the big man on campus.

While student-athletes gathered to work through math problems and critical thinking questions in factions during study hall, Terrence used his binder to deflect jagged paper balls aimed at his forehead from his teammate and lifting buddy, Robert.

"Bro, chill," Terrence laughed before chucking the piece of trash back in Robert's direction. "I'm trying to do my homework. You should be, too, by the way!"

Robert turned his nose up and scoffed. "Why? Get somebody to do it for you." He gestured toward a library full of students, then looked back at Terrence. "Pick somebody. Shit, ask one of your teachers. You on the football team. Your job is to play football."

"Yeah, okay," Terrence scoffed. "Try tellin' my mama that. If she found out I had people doin' my work, she'd kick my ass. Then tell my daddy, and they would kick my ass together."

"At least you got a dad. I'm still waiting on mine to get back from the store. It must take a long time to get cigarettes."

Their goofy, loud laughter eclipsed a spirited conversation between the senior defensive core, earning attention neither of them cared to have.

While being on the team shielded Terrence from the dog-eat-dog world of high school civilian life, it wasn't enough to escape the internal politics governing a rowdy bunch of teenage boys.

The pecking order was clear and meant to go unchallenged. Seniors commanded starting roles, leaving everyone else to fight for crumbs until their time came to rise up the ranks. Most underclassmen accepted the natural order of things. Eventually, an opportunity would arise, and they'd run with it. But Terrence didn't have time to wait. Four years wasn't long enough to play safe. He had his sights set on NFL glory. And, while his coaches found his ambition honorable, young men three years his senior considered Terrence a threat to stability.

Scowling, the starting defensive back directed his ire toward Terrence and Robert. "Fuck is so funny?"

“Nothin’!” Robert's quick response made Terrence roll his eyes. Robert's deer-caught-in-headlights gaze darted back to his friend, softening his brown eyes into apologetic saucers. He mumbled a timid, "Sorry." as an apology.

For Terrence, backing down wasn't an option. Even if it was, he couldn't imagine a universe in which his father's stern lesson about standing up for yourself wouldn't haunt him for all eternity.

He shrugged as cooly as he could as he leaned back in his chair. "Homework, Drew. You wanna talk about your's too, since you still in ninth- grade algebra with us? Let us help you, bro. We a team."

Raucous laughter at his expense made Drew shrink back in embarrassment. His intelligence, or lack thereof, wasn't a secret, but it also wasn't a line anyone dared cross. Unfortunately for him, Terrence had no reverence for tired rules.

Anger turned Drew's ears and nose red as he considered turning a light spat into a physical altercation. Terrence sat up straight to answer his adversary's unspoken challenge, narrowing his lids into slits and tightening his jaw repeatedly. His fists sat balled in his lap, clenching and unclenching in preparation. If things took a turn for the worst, his readiness was paramount. What he lacked in size, he could make up in speed. Either that or he'd have to deal with his father when all was said and done. He chose to take his chances.

Sensing a fight on the other side of harmless jokes, one of the senior linemen with a soft spot for Terrence's fearlessness stepped in.

"Alright, D, he busted yo ass. Let it go, man." Demarcus laughed before gripping his friend's shoulder to push him back into his seat. "Aye, Terry, you gotta chill. You a freshman. Be cool sometimes."

"It's Terrence. Not Terry."

Demarcus waved off Terrence's correction. "It's Terry, nigga. We already got a Terrence," he mentioned, pointing to a junior safety at the far end of the table. "Now, if y'all wanna fight about it, we can set something up after practice." Terrence eyed his older namesake, sizing him up before making a business decision. His father also taught him to pick his battles wisely. Demarcus took Terry's silence as an answer and continued. "Exactly. Now, move yo skinny ass out the way so we can see ol' girl behind you."

Catcalls and lewd whistling rippled around three tables pushed together to make one as young men coursing with raging hormones leaned over to get a glimpse of the new girl.

Long-legged and umber-skinned, she stood out in a room full of semi-familiar faces. Everyone at Francis attended school together at some point. Schoolyard bonds followed most students from pre-k to graduation, turning each schoolyear into a reunion of sorts. She, however, was different, fresh, and mysterious.

Dark brown pressed hair pulled into a low ponytail showed off high cheekbones and piercing eyes. Plump lips drooping into a slight frown told anyone wondering she wasn't interested in too many long conversations. A thin frame sporting naturally lean muscle might trick a less perceptive person into believing she was an athlete. The handwritten 'Francis Edwards Book Club' sign hanging crooked behind her head told a different story. She was a serious scholar with little time for public school games.

"Damn! She gotta be from outta town." One player commented after blowing the girl a kiss and receiving an annoyed eye roll in return.

Another boy added his two cents to the mix. "I heard she transferred from some private school. Catholic girl or something like that."

"You know how the Catholic school girls get down. Straight nasty."

Crass comments, growing increasingly inappropriate, turned into nothing more than background chatter while Terry stared at the only person worth existing as far as he was concerned.

Patrice Ellis. He'd seen the back of her head in one of his classes, not knowing the beauty hidden on the other side. She always smelled like the cocoa butter his mom used to keep his baby sisters moisturized. In class, she was quiet and observant. He liked hearing her answer questions and sometimes jotted her responses as notes in case they were hit with a pop quiz or he needed a reminder during his study time.

Seeing Patrice quietly adjust stacks of paper while waiting for anyone to interact with her table nearly stole all of the air from Terry's lungs. He couldn't look away. He didn't want to look away. She had his undivided attention.

Until a grating voice spouting crude nonsense forced him to rejoin the conversation.

"Bet $15 I can't take her down before Christmas break."

Demarcus extended his arm toward Drew for a handshake agreement, a disbelieving look settling on his face. "I'll bet you $20 you won't go over there and talk to her right now."

"Who won't? Man, stop playing with me!"

"Do it then!"

Terry's eyes darted between the two seniors, syncing to his rising heartbeat. Everything in him wanted to stay out of their antics. He begged his legs to stop bouncing, trying to negotiate with his brain to let go of the stupid idea it'd concocted. Mind your business. Make a good impression. Don't step on any toes. Sit down, Terry.

A hush fell over the group while they watched everyone's favorite mouthy frosh jam books and papers into his backpack before taking long strides toward the neatly decorated folding table by the library's entrance.

Patrice noticed his lanky body standing out in the crowd like a car wash inflatable with adorable curls forming a dense afro. His eyes, beautiful round orbs of sea green and honey, bore into hers like he owed her a tongue-lashing for something she couldn't remember. They sat near each other in third-period algebra. Maybe her constant pencil tapping was more of a distraction than she thought.

Then he smiled. Full lips beneath a wispy mustache smoothly slid into a bright, teeth-baring grin to show off all his pearly whites. His nose scrunched, and his eyes crinkled on the side, betraying the intensity he'd displayed only seconds prior.

Breathtaking. Patrice rushed to busy her mind and hands, hoping his attention-stealing grin was meant for someone she couldn't see and that he'd stroll right past her into the hallway.

A shadow the size of a beanstalk appeared over her navy blue tablecloth and spoke to her in a soft, small voice. "Are y'all still accepting sign-ups?"

Most of what he said was lost in the chaos of students transitioning out of the room for their respective sports obligations, forcing Patrice to finally look up. Terry stood before her, still smiling, his eyes expectant and curious as he looked down at her.

"I'm sorry, you have to speak up. I didn't…I didn't hear what you said."

"Oh. I-" Terry stopped short to clear his throat. "I just asked if y'all were still accepting sign-ups. Because I'd like to, um, join…if I can. Are you in the club?"

"Wouldn't be sitting here if I wasn't."

Terry nervously adjusted his heavy bookbag on his arm. "Right. My bad." He pointed at the sign-up sheet. "Can I?"

Patrice cocked her head to one side. "You sure? I figure you'd wanna join math club since you're so good at it. Or literally anything else. Didn't think you were the reading type."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Terry watched Patrice pluck a pen from her advisor's mug and slide it across the table to him. When she didn't answer, he pressed again. "Why'd you say that?"

"Say what?"

He bent over to scribble his last name into the appropriate box. "That you didn't think I'd be the reading type. Why?"

"Because you hang around a bunch of idiots," Patrice sassed as she nodded behind him to a table of boys jeering in the background.

Terry tried to contain his smile at how adult she was despite not looking much older than his fourteen years, instead fighting to keep his brow furrowed in feigned confusion. "What does that have to do with me, though? You think I'm an idiot?"

"Birds of a feather flock together. I've heard some things."

Stories of hazel eyes and broad shoulders kept young girls from 9th to 12th-grade giggling amongst themselves whenever news got around that Terry was in the vicinity. He took the ogling in stride with the guys, sending diplomatic waves to googly-eyed young women like the second coming of President Obama. But, privately, the new attention overwhelmed him. He wasn't sure how to exist in his body or navigate the sudden drop in his voice.

Patrice only knew unconfirmed rumor mill pieces of information. Terry was dating multiple girls in the ninth grade. Terry had a girlfriend at a school across town. Terry was an asshole. Terry this, Terry that. She couldn't keep up and preferred to steer clear of this Terry character. Still, there he was, standing in front of her and expecting an explanation for an offhanded comment she desperately wanted to move past.

"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Nobody ever told you that?" Terry's eyes flickered up to Patrice's to find her making a face as she rolled her eyes.

She kissed her teeth. "Yeah, they did, and it's stupid. How else will I decide to pick a book if I don't judge its cover first?"

"Okay, well, what if I judged you?" He paused to make space for Patrice's rebuttal, but one never came. He continued. "In class, you don't talk and scrunch your face up at everybody. You bring your lunch to school instead of goin' through the line like the rest of us and rush down the hallway like you're late for something every day. What if I said you thought you were better than us because you came from private school?"

"You'd be wrong. I just… haven't been able to fit in yet," Patrice countered. "And who told you I came from a private school?"

Terry chuckled. "I'm judging you by your cover. And the St. Pius pin you keep on your backpack." He pointed toward the white and gold crest pinned to the left strap of her orange Jansport, then gave her a sympathetic smile. "You miss your friends. I get it. I would, too. But, if you wanna make some new ones that aren't teachers, you can't be so mean all the time."

"You don't know me," she countered in defiance.

"I want to."

Terry didn't know what made him make such a bold declaration. He wasn't usually so forward or willing to converse with strangers. This stranger, in all her beauty and endearing sass, was different. She'd drawn him in with little more than a slight scowl, which he knew was only a defense mechanism to ward off unserious would-be suitors. He wasn't them, though. He never said anything he didn't mean.

Capping the pen, Terry smiled, handed Patrice her utensil, and slid the paper back to her. "I'm Terrence, by the way. Or Terry. Either works."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"Um, Terrence…I think."

She smiled, finally showing her teeth, before giggling. "You think? Which name do you like more?"

"Terrence," he answered as he returned her smile. "Call me Terrence."

"Okay, Terrence." Terrence. Patrice wanted to repeat his name again and again to feel the easy cadence roll of her tongue. Instead, she extended her hand for him to grab and shake. Terry gently took hold of her fingers, forgetting to finish the process until Patrice initiated it for him. "Welcome to the club. I'm –"

He cut her off, still holding on long after they'd completed the simple formality. "Patrice. I know. Nice to meet you." Slowly, he released her hand, immediately creating a void she wished he'd fill again. A short laugh escaped past Terry's lips before he adjusted his backpack again and prepared to walk away. "Guess I'll see you during free block next Wednesday? Maybe you can get to know me for yourself instead of making all those assumptions."

"Yeah. Maybe."

A final once-over helped Terry and Patrice commit each other's faces to memory before Terry backed his way out of the library and temporarily out of her life.

As easily as her new connection's effortless cool calmed heightened anxiety, his associated band of buffoons infiltrated her serene bubble with their unique brand of foolish behavior. They filed out of the library one by one, some making faces and a few more spouting garbage in passing. Idiots, just as she thought.

When they were out of dodge, and the library was back to the quiet, safe haven she loved, Patrice looked back down at the sheet of paper with one name neatly written in slender, slanted print. Her index finger traced each letter as she tried to relive the smile and soft voice attached to the name she'd never forget.

Terrence Richmond. A beautiful cover to a book she hoped to read from front to back one day.

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omgsecretsecret · 3 months ago

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Wife

Pairing : Han Jisung x gn!reader ; established relationship

Genre : fluff, a tiny little bit of angst I guess? reader is just a bit anxious

Word count : about 1,750 (I never thought I would write that much)

Warnings : probably nothing lol. Talking about marriage if that's a warning? I didn't make it about a specific religion because marriage don't always have to be religious and I wanted to include as many persons as possible

Author's note : this was supposed to be out for Valentine's day but I'm 2 days late (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ ; thanks to a lovely friend of mine for helping me proofreading it ; I know the title is "Wife" but I promise it's really gn reader ; the pics on top are not mine, credits to the owners

Taglist : @giddyfatherchris & @0omillo0 <3

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You had been thinking about it for a while. Jisung and you have been dating for a few years now, you even moved in together. He is always the perfect boyfriend, taking care of you when you are happy and when you are not, making you laugh and comforting you. You did have a few arguments, but never anything big enough to threaten your relationship. He is always mature enough to stop before it gets too big. He always makes time for you, and the way he looks at you with all the fondness in the world is just another proof of his feelings for you. And in return, you love him just as much. You hold him when he's down, cook and and help him shower when he's too tired, attack his cheeks with kisses to cheer him up, and always give in to his pouty lips and boba eyes when he asks for 'just a tiny peck' and he ends up pulling you in for a few more 'or he will die'.

He likes to hold your hand pretty much all the time, but he gives you more space when he knows you need it. When he cooks, he always makes a little heart with some items on your plate. It can be with sauce, rice, vegetables, a scrambled egg, anything. It's silly, it can be on the whole dish or just a tiny one in the corner, but it's adorable. He knows your favorite drink, and is always proud to order it for you when you go out. He notices when you run out of something, and always makes a quick run to the nearest store to make a little stock. He sometimes sings you to sleep, and it is your favorite thing ever.

It's the little things that make your relationship so great, and you hope it's the same little things, with maybe some more added, that will keep you happy in your marriage. Because that is what you have been planning. You want to spend the rest of your life with him, and what better way than this to make it official. You know everybody doesn't have to get married, but you want to.

Planning your proposal took a little bit of thinking. You wanted to make something special, of course, but nothing too grand. You know Jisung would be uncomfortable with anything too big. You need a cozy place, at a moment when you are both relaxed (or at least he is), something sweet and personal. That is how you got the idea of a home date.

Jisung and you have started watching an anime together a few days ago because he insisted that you would like it. And so, this would be the evening when you would propose to him.

You have prepared everything. Today is your boyfriend's day off. You're pretty sure he noticed that you are more stressed than usual, and it's probably why he keeps being so so gentle with you, but you don't let that disturb you more. You appreciate his care more than anything, really, but you're too busy making sure everything is perfect to try to reassure him.

You get all of the snacks ready, set all the pillows and blankets perfectly on the sofa and check at least three times that all of the other details are exactly like you want them. You can then finally change into comfortable clothes like every time you organize a home date like this one, except this time you pay more attention to your appearance, taking more time to get ready in more depth to make yourself pretty for the special night.

When you come out, you can't help but feel a wave of affection at the sight of your boyfriend in his oversized warm hoodie and soft pair of sweats waiting for you. He looks a little tense too, probably because of how you have been stressed, and you'll have to help him relax. He's already sitting in the middle of all of the pillows. He immediately perks up at the sound of you entering the room and looks at you, a heart-shaped smile blooming on his face. He pulls up the cover so you can sit next to him and cuddle and he just looks so cute all excited but still slightly concerned about your nervous state.

You give him a soft, genuine smile before making yourself comfortable on the couch with him. You know you have to relax, at least so he can enjoy the show without worrying about you. So you give him a small peck in the lips, rest your head on his shoulder and start the episode.

Unfortunately, your resolution of being relaxed is soon forgotten as you think about what you are going to do tonight. What if he says no ? While preparing everything for today, you were more focused on choosing the right ring, right moment and place, and it's only now that your mind really drifts off to all of the failing possibilities. You're not focused on the anime anymore and it must be obvious because Jisung speaks up at the end of the episode.

"Jagi ? Are you okay ? You weren't even watching. he says in a slightly concerned tone, lips forming a small pout.

— I'm good, baby, sorry about that." you quickly reassure him. "I was just distracted. I'm thirsty right now, do you want something to drink too ?"

He simply nods, big doe eyes following you as you get up and go to the kitchen. Once there, you take a minute to compose yourself. You have to do it now. If you don't do it now, you won't do it tonight, and you don't know when you'll do it. You grab two glasses for your boyfriend and yourself, pour the drinks and take them in one hand. With your other hand, you carefully take the little box that you had hidden earlier and slip it in your pocket. This is definitely not as romantic as what you had planned. You have been anxious all night and you don't even know if Jisung enjoyed it that much. Maybe a regular date out in a restaurant would have been better ?

You shake your head. You would have been just as anxious in a restaurant anyway, except it would have been in public. Now is okay. You take a deep breath and go back to the living room where your boyfriend is waiting for you. You set the drinks down on the table next to your snacks and Jisung is quick to pull the soft blanket up again so you can sit next to him. But this time you don't.

"Before we continue our date there is something I want to tell you. Or ask you." great, first sentence and you already sound stupid. But Jisung doesn't seem to think the same way because he takes your hand as a silent encouragement. "I... I have been thinking about it for a while now. You make me happy, so so happy. Every day when I wake up, you're there with me. You are kind, you are funny, you are gentle, you are strong, you are cute, you are smart, you are creative, you are very too, and there is still so much more. Every moment I spend with you is full of happiness and I want it to last forever." now this is smoother.

You clumsily get on one knee in front of your boyfriend, shaky hands gripping the small box firmly. "So, Han Jisung, will you marry me ?" you see his eyes fill with tears and you hope they are happy tears. "Will you stay with me and be my wife ?"

Silence.

Will he be your wife ? You are so stupid.

"M-my husband ! My husband ! Will you be my husband ! Oh my gosh..." you cover your face with your hands, mortified. How could you make such a dumb mistake when you are fucking proposing to your boyfriend ? The silence is deafening until a laugh which you love is heard. Warm hands grab your wrists and pull them away from your face.

"Baby, it's okay ! If anything it makes it even better." he says while laughing. "I never thought this would happen tonight, but I couldn't be happier." his eyes get watery again. "You are the love of my life, jagi, I want to marry you."

You smile brightly, squeezing him in your arms as tightly as you can. You kiss him with all the love you have for him, your tears of joy mixing with his, before you gasp and pull away. You quickly get back in your previous position and grab your little box again, looking up at your boyfriend– no, your fiancé. You slide the ring on his finger and he entwines your hands.

"So.. what color do you think my dress should be at the wedding ?" he chuckles as he pulls you closer. "I have to look pretty when I officially become you wife !" he teases.

— It was a mistake ! you whine as you hide your face in his shoulder.

— You're so cute. I know you like when I wear a skirt, maybe I should do it more often...

— Stop it !" you cover his mouth with your hand, embarrassed. "... Though I wouldn't hate it." you mumble. He is indeed very pretty in a skirt.

He chuckles again and gently removes your hand from his face. His eyes are still a little moist from his tears of earlier, but you know they were good ones.

"Noted." he says softly, looking at you with a fond gaze. "Is that why you were so nervous earlier ?" he asks and you nod. "Okay. I was a little worried. But it was worth it, I'm your fiancé now !" he grins.

You both stay there for a little while, trying to process that you are engaged now, that he isn't just your boyfriend anymore. You still have lots of time to plan a wedding, so neither of you think about it. You just cuddle peacefully and eventually watch the episode again so you can actually follow the story. It's impressive how quickly you went back to usual. You're cuddling just like you normally do, and from the outside it probably looks like nothing is different, but you know that something between you changed, in a good way. You have the promise of a forever, and you can't wait to call him your husband.

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blackynsupremacy · 4 months ago

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WHATEVER YOU LIKE

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: nicholas spoils you rotten on your special day.

contains: fluff, romance, nudity, a little suggestiveness (they get interrupted), nicholas spoils reader, love, happiness, kissing, mild swearing, tears of joy.

a/n: my first birthday on tumblr! i’m ready for chapter 2️⃣6️⃣! 🥳🎂

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the morning of your birthday arrives and you’re woken up by the aroma of all your favorite breakfast dishes along with a cup of coffee served on a silver platter by your man, nicholas, who sauntered in your shared bedroom wearing nothing, but an apron and white briefs. at the sight of his attire, the grogginess you usually felt every morning had departed as your face heated with laughter. nicholas couldn’t help, but to catch the contagious disease of your smile before he gives his one of many birthday wishes.

“happy birthday, beautiful!” he enthusiastically chimed, placing the tray on your lap. you excitedly squeal out your gratitude by planting a peck to his lips and squeezing him into a bear hug. you start to pick up a strawberry and put it in your mouth, but nicholas promptly stopped you, taking the fruit and guiding it towards your mouth.

“nope, you’re not gonna lift a finger—unless it’s to get your nails done for your party tonight.”

your face heated as you took a bite, humming at the sweet, fresh taste. it was as if they were freshly grown and nurtured right before they were served on your plate. the mention of the party that was thrown for you made your stomach engage in somersaults. this was your first birthday with nicholas and he wanted to go all out for you this year by organizing a grand soirée in your honor. he made sure everything was in order from the invitations right down to the cake. nicholas flashes a toothy grin.

“that good, princess? you want some more?”

“mhm.” you giggle after swallowing and opening your mouth to allow nicholas to feed you the rest of your breakfast.

“only what’s best for the birthday girl. eat up, gorgeous. you got a long day ahead for you.”

you thanked him with every bite as the food was delectable beyond words. when you were done, he placed the tray aside and took your hand to lead you out the comfort of the sheets. you were caught off guard when you felt his hand swoop under your knees, his burly arms securely held you up as he started towards the master bathroom.

“just what do you think you’re doing?” you giggle out as he placed you on the counter near the sink, you swing your legs back forth while you watch him gather two bottles of soap, body scrubs, and an african net washcloth before he turns the warm water on in the tub.

“like i said, you got a long day ahead of you and i want to make sure you feel special for every second—now which one would you like? vanilla coconut or lavender?” he inquires holding up the two bottles, you made your choice and he squirts some of the contents within the running water. as the white suds began to rise, nicholas steps over to the counter, standing in between your legs.

“arms up, pretty.” he kindly instructed, fiddling with the hem of the oversized t-shirt of his that were you wearing. you do as you were told before he swiped the garment off to reveal your bare upper half, it wasn’t long before your cotton shorts and satin bonnet were removed. nicholas had to take a step back. his brown eyes raked your figure, but not in a “i’d like to ravage this piece of meat” sort of way, but there was a glint of pure appreciation that made him feel warm as he examined every inch of your body, it was just so stunning the way it is. sometimes, he’d had to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming. he’s seen you naked before, but with each glance, there’s always a look of pure love in his gaze. the longer he stared, you were starting to get bashful, the heat of embarrassment rose on your melanated face.

“nicholas, is everything okay?”

“nothing it’s just— you are breathtaking.” nicholas sincerely confessed, returning to his position between your legs to rest his hands right on your hips. being the lover boy that he is, he planted kisses on every inch of your face. when his lips reached yours, they obviously lingered for a minute before he sprinkles his affections on your neck. with your hands gripping onto his shoulders, you flutter your eyes shut and sigh to throw your head back before they open, cutting to the still running water. the bathtub was filled to the brim. as much as you wanted to go further on this counter, you couldn’t risk for the bathroom to be flooded on day such as this, so you tapped on his nicholas’ shoulder, signaling for him to halt.

“nick—nicholas!” you said without too much panic as the bubbles got higher.

“hmm?” he murmured against your skin as he reached your chest, his hand coming up to give a squeeze to the plush skin.

“babe, the water!” your frantic tone caused him to move away from your body.

“oh, shit!”

once he took a glance at what you were talking about, he hastily strode towards the tub to adjust the faucet, stopping the water to flow any further. nicholas turned to you and it was a pause of silence in the bathroom before you started to giggle, his own laughter following suit. the sound of your giggles filled the bathroom, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. nicholas leaned against the edge of the tub, a playful glint in his eyes.

“well, that was almost a disaster.” he said, shaking his head with a grin.

“you’re damn right. we got a little too carried away.” you quip, chuckling as you run a hand through your hair.

“i mean—can you blame me? you were just sitting there in all your naked glory, i just couldn’t resist.” he replied, raising his hands in feigned surrender. with that cheeky grin, he stepped closer, the air between you crackling with an electric tension.

“mm-hmm.” you wittingly hummed, titling your head as you matched his gaze. “alright, romeo, let’s focus on the bath first before we turn this into a water park.” nicholas chuckled, his gaze lingering on the natural bronze glow of your face. “okay, okay, bath first. i guess i need to save that gift for later.”

you playfully roll your eyes, but your face still heated at what he was referring to. he took a step back again, this time to hold open his palm. you turned to the tub, the warm water still inviting. “allow me, pretty.” he said, smiling as you took his hand. with deliberate steps, he lead you to the tub. you put one foot in and the other before warmth of the bubbles enveloped you, and you let out a content sigh as every muscle within your body began to relax. nicholas observed you, his heart swelling with affection. you caught him staring again, you lean up against the edge with your arms resting on top of the tub. “well, are you just gonna stand there or join me?”your voice broke him out of his trance. it was like clockwork as removed his own clothing before joining you, the water splashing slightly as he settled beside you. nicholas reached to grab the washcloth and body wash before he squirts the liquid in the cloth, giving it a good white lather.

“c’mere, my love. let’s get you clean.”

you smiled, scooting backwards to bring yourself closer to him. as he began to gently scrub your skin, you felt the tension ease between you. “ah, that’s nice. thank you for this, nick. this means a lot.”

he paused, to peer into your eyes over your shoulder. his expression serious for a moment. “of course. y’know i’d do anything to make you feel special on a day like this—you deserve it.” ugh, this man—the pure sincerity in his voice made your heart flutter. you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing against his. “y’know make me feel special every day.” you softly whispered, your breath mingling with his. in that moment, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the warmth of the bath and the gentle sound of water. nicholas closed the distance, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss, in which you eagerly returned. as you pulled away, both of you were smiling, the laughter still dancing in your eyes.

“okay maybe we should keep the kissing to a minimum before we get behind schedule.” you teased, your cheeks flushed. as nicholas was getting you clean, he raved about how this was only the beginning of what he had planned for you to prepare for your party. he would send you a list for all the places to go where you get the proper pampering to be clean and polished to death.

“first, you’re gonna drop by the spa to get the full relaxation package. then, you’re gonna head to the local nail spot you like to get whatever you want—full set, pedicure, brows, it doesn’t matter. after that, you can take my card and go an unlimited shopping spree—”

“woah, woah, woah! hold on. nicholas, isn’t that gonna cost too much? you don’t have to—”

now it was his turn to cut you off, turning you to face him and placing a finger on the center of your pouty lips.

“baby, listen. i’m doing this because i want to. i’m doing this because i love you. you deserve the most beautiful things because you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. i obviously know that you’re not with me for the money nor the fame, but at the end of the day, i want to show my favorite girl that she’s cherished. y’get what i’m saying? let me do this for you.” as he finished his speech, his eyes never left yours when he brought your hand upon his lips to plant a searing kiss to it. by the look in his eyes, you could tell he wasn’t playing around. conceding, you smile.

“nicholas, i—oh my god.” you try to muster the strength to speak, but you find yourself getting choked up. most birthdays had been shit. it wasn’t about not getting presents nor a party, you were just missing the joy that everyone should have on their special day. the joy of laughter, the joy of love, and most importantly, the joy of connection. fortunately, you found that with nicholas and those words he spoke made it all clear for you. he gave you a look of concern, instantly cupping your face hands, the pad of thumbs wiping away falling tears.

“baby, what’s the matter? if it’s something i said then i’m so—”

“no, no. you did nothing wrong! these are happy tears.” you chuckle out of slight embarrassment, “m’just not used to being spoiled like this—by anyone, but i want you to know that your love is better than any spa, makeover, or shopping spree. they’re all fantastic, but they can’t compare to this.” you confess, laying your hand on the section of his chest where his beating heart is. “i appreciate everything you do for me, nicholas.” you pause to lean in and place a tender kiss on his lips. “i love you so much.”

nicholas wraps his arms around your sud covered body, bringing you in closer to his.

“and i love you more, sweetheart, don’t forget it. just know that with me, you can have whatever you like and i mean whatever.”

you giggle a bit, thinking he’s exaggerating, but that same serious glint from earlier never left his coffee pupils.

“okay, okay. fine! just don’t go too crazy, nick.”

you both chuckle as you continue to listen to the glamorous itinerary he set out as he got you cleaned and ready for your next chapter of life.

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