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candy-ishu · 10 months

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Neteyam with a Pregnant Mate | Headcanons

a/n: he’s so husband agahshdjfj

NETEYAM is the kind of mate to immediately notice when you’re beginning to grow tired of standing on sore feet while he’s having a conversation with the other warriors. It’s so easy for him to tell, just from a change in the weight of the breaths you draw into your lungs and a few experimental shifts of your weight from one hip to the other. Out of the corner of his eye, he’ll watch as you go to cradle the underside of your rounded belly with a supportive forearm and sigh as quietly as possible, and without hesitation he’ll lower himself to one knee, and use a gentle hand on your lower back to guide you to sit sideways on his thigh, a makeshift way for you to rest your tired joints while you wait. You’re much too weary to protest, and more than grateful as a relieved sigh immediately pulls from your lips from the ability to relax. There’s never a break in the conversation he’s having whilst he does this, as it’s such an instinctive thing for him to do as a soon to be father and an attentive mate. Tending to you is never a disruption for him.

NETEYAM is the kind of mate who returns from a hunt after hours of strenuous labor that manifest themselves in the way his shoulders slouch; more worried about whether you’ve eaten instead of the plate that sits hot and steaming right in front of him. He hasn’t even removed his gear before he’s asking you how your day has gone, and it’s obvious he’s skipped his visit to Tsahik’s tent with how terribly he he hides the way he’s babying his left arm. You’ll fix his plate the way you know he likes, only for him to coax you into his lap and inquire if you and his ‘little girl’ have eaten yet as he rubs a gentle caress over your swollen abdomen. And when you tell him no, you haven’t eaten today, that you were busy tidying things up and so focused on making sure his dinner was ready on time that you must have forgotten, his pretty features churn into a display of such discontentment you’re not even sure of what he’ll say next. He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, that simply won’t do, he’s decided as he picks up a seared piece of the tapirus you just prepared, and prompts you to open your mouth for it with a pointed stare. He’s not interested in hearing any negation from you, and just as your lips part to give him one, he pops it into your mouth and sits back, pleased at how your reaction to the taste of your own cooking compliments just how good at it you are.

NETEYAM is the kind of mate who refuses to let you carry anything the moment he receives the news you’re with child. Willingly disregarding his duties for just a moment whenever he witnesses you pacing by, he sees you with a basket of freshly folded towels on your hip, and he just can’t help himself as he swiftly plucks it from your grasp. You ensure him that it’s light as feathers, that you’re more than capable of continuing to enact your duties throughout the clan regardless of the life beginning to grow inside you. And he knows you are, it’s just that you shouldn’t have to, and while sometimes you may feel a bit smothered by his overbearing need to care for you, it’s all the more endearing how even with all the weight set on his shoulders, he’s beyond dedicated to balance just a little bit more for you.

NETEYAM is the kind of mate who insists on spending quality time with you before bed, constantly finding different ways to bond with you. From pressing his ear to your belly as he sings lullabies to get the little feet to stop kicking in your stomach, or having conversations with your unborn child who he swears can actually hear him (she could, and definitely recognized his voice the moment he’d gotten her to stop crying after you gave birth a few months later), to massaging whatever part of you aches or twinges even if his joints are screaming for the same attention. Eventually, you’ll manage to convince him to switch spots with you, having him lay flat on his stomach as you straddle his back just for him knock out and produce one of the loudest snores you’ve ever heard from him the moment you’d dug the heels of your hands into the tense muscles of his shoulder blades.

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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another sneak peak of baby #5 fic 👀💗💗

your grip on neteyam’s arm tightened, positive you were drawing blood the way your nails dug into his skin. but you’re certain it isn’t nearly a fraction of the pain you’re currently feeling.

nausea makes itself at home in the pit of your stomach, forcing you to dry heave every few minutes. neteyam is hovering over you, using the same arm you’re currently squeezing the life out of to hold the bowl you heave into. his free hand caresses your cheek, gently rubbing as small, gentle kisses are peppered over your face.

and then it hits.

another contraction. a sharp pain piercing in between your legs, coursing through your entire body. each one that shoots through you is more painful than the last. the pain only gets worse when you try to speak or scream, leaving you to squirm in silent agony. tears silently stream down your cheeks, as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

neteyam felt horrible seeing you like this. he knew your pregnancies weren’t painless, but he had never seen you this bad before. as he goes to make tsaheylu, (something he’s done with each pregnancy of yours) to ease some of your pain, mo’at reaches out to stop him.

“you cannot! we must let ‘umtsa [medicine] spread first. she is growing weak, neteyam.”

he looks up at his grandmother, shocked and angry as he shakes his hand from her grasp.

“i will not allow her to suffer alone.” he growls, voice threatening as he hastily makes the bond, disregarding his grandmothers demand.

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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🧚 WanderingElvis' Masterlist 🧚

Click here to be added to my taglist. Elvis Imagines 1. Elvis comforts innocent!reader (Requested)

2. Meeting Gladys & Graceland (Requested)

3. Elvis comforts innocent!reader, part 2 (Requested)

4. Elvis takes care of reader when she's on her period (Requested)

5. Elvis tries to fix readers wardrobe malfunction... and fails (Requested)

6. The Memphis Mafia starts questioning reader about sex until Elvis intervenes (Requested)

7. Elvis asks the local bookworm to the school dance (Requested)

8. Yandere!Elvis isolates and traps naive reader in Vegas (Requested)

9. Sugar Daddy!Elvis takes innocent!reader shopping (Requested)

Elvis Fic

Sparkly Little Thing 🧚✨ | A Yandere!Elvis fic

Chapter One - The Party

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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i loved your ‘elvis takes care of reader on her period’ and the ‘innocent reader’ fics!! I was thinking of another innocent reader fic? Or maybe just normal reader? Honestly which ever you vibe with more :) Where Elvis takes reader out shopping and they have a little fashion show + more cute stuff 🫠

Thank you! I loved writing this request - I hope you like it! I specifically had Sugar Daddy!Elvis in mind here 🧚 word count: 1,746

pairing: 1973!elvis x female innocent!reader

warnings: mention of virginity, slight smut, slight daddy kink

It was no secret that you'd had a modest upbringing - not just when it came to material items but also when it came to experience. Your mother and father had kept you sheltered and you'd had a relatively uneducated childhood which had hindered you a little when you grew older as you didn't really grow any wiser.

Elvis knew about your upbringing, actually, it was one of the things that drew him to you when you opened up to him one night. Elvis could relate to what you told him about not having many nice things or fancy possessions growing up and it made him feel protective over you, he wanted to be the one to expose you to his newfound world of luxurious and beautiful things.

And that's exactly what was happening, Elvis had taken you to a pretty boutique to pick out some new clothes for you as a special treat. Elvis had bought you clothes before, ones that he wanted to see you in but he'd never taken you shopping to actually choose the clothes before.

"It's pretty ain't it baby?" Elvis whispered standing behind you, rubbing the sides of your upper arms as he watched you chew on your lip as your fingers traced the soft tulle material of the dress on the hanger. You nodded gently in response, not saying anything. "Pretty dress like that should be on a pretty baby, don't ya think?" He hummed in your ear, sending shivers through your body. Even though he called you them all the time, you were still not used to the endless compliments and pet names that Elvis would give you.

Elvis could tell you were hesitant to indulge in these little luxuries, he knew your battle-axe of a father had it engrained in you from very early on that money was to be spent on the necessities and for saving and not to be spent on something as frivolous as a party dress. You shuddered just thinking about what he would say if he could see you right now, looking at silly party dresses.

But they were just so pretty.

"It's so much money Elvis." You said softly, feelings of guilty washing over you. You knew Elvis was generous, someone just had to mention that they thought something looked nice and the next day it would be on their doorstep, courtesy of Elvis, but you were just feeling so overwhelmed at the cost until your eyes lit up a little and you spun round in Elvis' arms to face him.

"I could maybe, um, I could maybe pay for some of it! I don't have that much left but um, I should be paid soon and then, then I could give you some of it!" You said, your eyes wide eager enthusiasm. "A-and I could, maybe, um, maybe I could owe you!"

Now, Elvis knew as soon as the suggestion left your soft lips that he wouldn't allow you to pay him a dime towards the party dress that you obviously adored, however, after years of people around him trying to take advantage of him for his money, your small gesture meant a whole lot to him.

Elvis chuckled a little as he studied your face which held nothing but sweet earnest, you were just so eager to please him. Elvis leaned down a little so he could crouch in front of you, taking your little hands in his big ones.

"Now lil' darlin', y'know I don't need any of your money, but that is awful sweet of ya baby,-"

"B-but I wanna give something back to you!" You interrupted, desperate to show Elvis that you really did want to contribute.

Elvis laughed that deep, Southern chuckle, his large hand cupping your cheek as his thumb traced over it soothingly. "You're such a good lil' girl, y'know that?" Elvis cooed, raising his eyebrow slightly as he awaited your answer and watched as you blushed, recoiling cutely at the words.

You simply nodded in response, offering the big, tall, powerful man a soft smile.

"Oh baby, you know I wanna hear you say it." Elvis hummed. His tone was gentle and quiet but held so much dominance and power over you.

You opened your mouth which had suddenly gone dry at the command, "I-I'm a good little girl." You stuttered tripping over your words. Elvis knew that he'd made you feel all nervous and shy and he adored having that control over you.

"Atta girl." Elvis murmured. "Now, how's about you show me how pretty you're gonna look in that dress, hm?" Elvis whispered cooly, sending shivers through your small body and causing your eyes to go wide.

Elvis watched you intensely as you nodded at his not-so-negotiable suggestion. Elvis gave you a short nod back before rising fully and turning to the boutique workers who were stationed by the door, on alert to help with any request that either you or Elvis had.

"Ladies, I think we'll take it from here and Y/N here will try on one or two dresses. If y'all could wait outside the door and we'll let ya know when we're ready to make the purchase." Elvis dismissed, smiling at the women as they nodded and exited the room.

Elvis practically sauntered to the couch in the middle of the boutique room, his large frame leaning back on the velvet couch and occupying all the space. He grinned at you as he sat, spreading his legs out, ready to watch you undress.

You shot him a tentative smile, feeling a little giddy and very overwhelmed at everything that was going on. Delicately, you picked out the beautiful tulle party dress and laid it in front of you before your trembling fingers began to unbutton the cute, short little dress you currently had on.

Sure, Elvis had seen you naked before, you'd been intimate in many ways already - you hadn't quite gone all the way yet, Elvis had told you that you weren't ready for that and you trusted him, but you still felt vulnerable, getting undressed in a beautiful albeit very public boutique in Vegas. Sure, you were in a private area in the boutique that Elvis had instructed the workers not to enter, but you'd really not done anything as risque as this before.

"Look at ya, followin' instruction so well that I didn't even have to tell you to strip and you're already desperate to get naked for me." Elvis said, snapping you out of your thoughts, making you blush for what must've been the thousandth time this afternoon.

You loved the praise that Elvis gave you. You were always so eager to please.

You peeled off the dress, letting it drop to the plush, fluffy carpet, pooling by your ankles you were left in just your panties. You had forgone a bra and the cool air from the boutique breezed across your sensitive nipples, hardening them as Elvis watched, his eyes dark and full of lust.

"Such a pretty girl," Elvis cooed, barely audible but enough for you to hear and let out a soft giggle that just the sound of could make Elvis' cock twitch.

Elvis had been infatuated with you since he first laid eyes on you. You were just a little, starry-eyed thing that was constantly seeking praise and reassurance, desperate to please anyone you encountered. The innocence that radiated off you had certainly made an impression on Elvis.

Elvis quickly realised that he could instruct you to do anything and you'd do it without question and not just because you were eager to please, but also because you were so naive that even some of Elvis' more immoral demands would go right over your pretty little head.

"Put the dress on for Daddy, baby." Elvis grunted, palming subtly at his lower region, the idea of you standing in the middle of the boutique, exposed and trembling with nerves but compliant to his every whim, making him feel aroused.

You nodded at his words, grabbing the gorgeous pink dress with your shaky hands, taking it off the hanger and carefully unzipping the fabric. You shot Elvis an innocent grin that he reciprocated as the excitement of wearing something so beautiful grew.

You stepped into the dress, shimmying it up your body, wiggling your hips adorably as you adjusted it to fit your frame. The excitement became all a little too much, consuming you entirely as you ran to the full-length mirror to see the dress on your body, gasping when you were met with your reflection.

"It's so beautiful!" You giggled angelically, twirling around to see the full skirt spin and looking over your shoulder to see the detailing on the back.

"Baby." Elvis said, making you turn to him immediately. "C'mere." He gently commanded, beckoning at you with two long fingers.

You scampered over to him, bare footed as he pat his lap, gesturing for you to sit there, as you did, giggling as the tulle covered the both of you as you swung your little legs, your feet not quite reaching the floor when you leant back on Elvis' chest.

"My beautiful girl." Elvis hushed, kissing the top of your head.

You were in heaven.

Elvis continued to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, praising you and complimenting you, making you feel all fuzzy in your tummy, which you told him straight away, making him chuckle at how utterly sweet you were.

"D'ya like the dress, little 'un?" Elvis said, teasing you as the answer had been obvious as soon as you'd entered the boutique.

You nodded enthusiastically, "Oh yes! Oh, I love it! It's just so, um, so beautiful! And look at the pretty beads and pearls! It's so sparkly! Oh Elvis, it's the prettiest thing I've ever seen!" You said, not understanding that Elvis was teasing you but it didn't matter, Elvis loved making you happy like this.

"Well, I think we ought to buy it for ya then baby, what do ya say?" Elvis chuckled.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, it's the nicest thing I've ever been given, it's the nicest thing I've ever worn! It's gonna be so special! I'll only wear it for special occasions!" You said with those adorable bush-baby eyes of yours.

"Special occasions hm? I think that's a good idea lil' mama." Elvis said, brushing your hair behind your shoulder as you sat upright in his lap. "You know what that means, little one?" Elvis asked, making you furrow your brows and tilt your head to the side cutely in confusion.

"What?"

"Daddy's gonna take your virginity in this dress, baby."

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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welcome to my interpretation of pandora . *. ⋆

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greetings, my loves ! welcome to my page ! feel free to get comfortable as you embark on a trip to pandora . . .

below is my masterlist of works :

jake x daughter!reader

individual works :

the nightmare

night hunters

a little attention

fear of you, deep and blue

paired/series works :

growing pains two-part/paired series

part one : growing pains

part two : sneak attack

intervention (alternate part one)

daddy's here series

part one : daddy's here

part two : new breath, all mine

part three : days of coping

part four : angel of my heart

thank you for visiting my page ! remember, Jake loves you !

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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my baby boys 😭🥹💙💙

courtesy of the wonderful talented lovely @zetey ily 🥰🥰🥰💞

you can read abt them here, here, and here :)

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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ohhhh love your dad! neteyam, can I request that the children fought with other children, like Lo'ak and Ao'nung, and how will we react to this?? or we'll scold them

thank you so much!!🥰

yes you can, i tried to tie it in with the other dad!neteyam ask i received, i hope this is what you had in mind, anon<3

(if it’s not, i can make a new part for you, just let me know! 💕)

forever & always (pt. 2)

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

neteyam rocks you side to side, arms wrapped around your slightly protruded stomach as his lips find their way to your neck.

“alone at last, my love. i missed you” he breathes against your skin, deeply inhaling your scent.

“i missed you more…” you ease into his embrace, resting your hands over his. you tilt your neck slightly, giving him more access to your neck as he places gentle kisses all along it.

he shifts his one arm below your shoulder blades, the other under your knees as he sweeps you up in his arms. carrying you the few feet to where you slept, he sits, gently holding you in his lap. carefully, he brings your legs together in a criss cross position, and begins to rub your feet.

you let out a sigh of relief, resting your head against his shoulder.

“that feels wonderful, ma‘teyam…but shouldn’t we be headed to this wonderful celebration you have planned for us?” you ask, guilt setting in from how much you enjoyed this time alone.

“in a bit, my muntxate (wife). were you not on your feet all day? you deserve a moment to rest.” he reassures you, kissing the top of your head.

you close your eyes, relaxing under his touch.

just as you were starting to get comfortable, a noise comes through both of your earpieces. it sounded like…

txonuk. and tsantu.

you sit up straight, pressing the headphone closer to your ear to see if you could pick up more. raising your finger to the button on your throat comm, you ask “boys? are you all right?” you look to your mate, worried now.

his mouth forms a tight line, not amused by this interruption. he pages in now, asking “lo’ak! what’s going on?”

lo’ak doesn’t answer, but jake does.

“we have a bit of a…situation here.”

you can hear lo’ak in the background of jake’s mic, yelling

“i’ll throw down with a kid, i don’t care! let me at him!”

the grip you have on your mates’ arm tightens as you listen to all this unfold.

tuk pages in then, laughing a bit herself “everything is fine, we’re handling it! see you soon byeeee!”

the fact that tuk was laughing put your mind at ease slightly, whatever happened couldn’t be that bad.

right?

neteyam growls, thumb and index finger pinched between his nose, like he was getting a headache.

“one. hour. one hour! is all i asked!” he snaps, sighing deeply.

you smile at the romantic attempt your mate made.

“it’s all right, sayrìp(handsome). once we put the children to sleep, we’ll have the night to ourselves.”

he smiles, caressing your cheek. “always so optimistic.”

“i like being optimistic. and it sets a good example for our kids.” you hurriedly say, walking over to the table where your new neck piece is laid out.

stripping quickly, you reach for your new one, and you can’t help but feel your mates’ eyes on you. you glance over, to see him absolutely mesmerized by you. his once sour mood quickly fizzled in seconds, now eyeing every inch of your body.

“nete.” you say, waving your hand in front of him.

he blinks, looking at you then. “yes, beautiful?”

“little help here.” you say, growing more irritated with your top by the second.

he chuckles, finding it amusing. “lift your arms for me, mama.”

you do as you’re instructed, watching your mate ever so gently slide your new neck piece on.

he grabs your face with one hand suddenly, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker as he places a soft kiss upon them.

“so beautiful…and all mine.”

you smile at him, resting your hand on his cheek before saying “we should go.”

he takes your hand in his, grabbing your shawl with his other, knowing you’ll get cold later.

walking hand in hand, you head to the surprise party. many clan members greeted you as soon as you entered the celebrating grounds.

as you grew closer, you spotted your family. your four children, along with kiri, lo’ak, and tuk. jake and neytiri were also present, but they were talking with unfamiliar faces…

as you finally get within feet of your children, you notice tsantu has a bloody lip, and txonuk has various scratches and cuts all over his body. you immediately kneel down, confusion plastered all over your face.

“boys, what happened?!” you hold each of their faces in your hands, inspecting one, then the other.

tsantu speaks first. “momma, the boys from the other clan were picking on se’ayl and nima…they made fun of our toruk toy because they can fly for real life and we can’t. and we told them to stop, but they kept saying it!”

“AND THEN!” txonuk starts “we did what uncle lo’ak says! talk shit, get hi-”

you cover your youngest son’s mouth, shaking your head.

part of you was so proud that they stood up for their sisters and themselves.

but the other part of you was mortified it happened in front of another clan, especially when you and neteyam weren’t present.

regardless, you needed to have a talk with lo’ak about giving advice to your children.

“please don’t say that word again, okay? it’s not nice. uncle lo’ak can say it because he’s older, but he definitely shouldn’t be saying it around you.” you say as you shoot daggers up at lo’ak, who rolls his eyes.

“can you actually keep your eye on them this time? we need to speak with the olo'eyktan.” neteyam asks lo’ak, clearly irritated with him.

he helps you to your feet then, walking over to where his parents are discussing with the tawkami clans leaders. the olo'eyktan gives you an icy glare, then looks down at your stomach, causing neteyam to pull you into his side. he rests his hand on your bump protectively, but also to avert the leader’s gaze from your body.

“this is the boys mother?” he asks, then directs his gaze back to you.

“yes.” jake confirms. “this is y/n, and my son, neteyam.”

the olo'eyktan’s glare only grew more cold and disapproving before he spoke again.

“how can you have another child on the way, when you can’t even control the ones you have!”

ice ran through your veins from his statement. was he implying you’re a bad mother?

…ARE you a bad mother?

neteyam growls, exposing his fangs as jake is quick to speak first, coming in between neteyam and the tawkami leader.

“that’s enough. last i checked, your kids started this whole thing.”

neteyam speaks next, visibly angry as he gets right in front of the tawkami leader, poking at his chest.

“she is my mate, the mother of my children, and you will respect her. if you do not, you are not welcome here.”

there is a thick tension between the two men, both of their fangs bared before the tawkami leader surrenders, bowing his head as a form of an apology. he nudges his children, who mutter quiet “sorry”s.

you didn’t really see the other children’s wounds until now, and they were much worse than your own kids. guilt started pooling in your stomach, making you nauseous. as a mother, you felt bad for them, but at the same time, for taunting your own children who also have their own wounds, you didn’t.

you grip your mate’s arm, pulling him off to the side as you whisper “nete…they must apologize. their wounds are far worse than our sons.”

neteyam silently nods, glancing over at your sons, motioning them to come to you.

“boys, you need to apologize to the olo'eyktan’s sons. now.”

“WHAT!” txonuk yells. “but they-”

“no buts.” neteyam grits his teeth. “now.”

tsantu elbows txonuk before they both speak.

“we’re sorry we hit you.” tsantu starts.

“…so many times.” txonuk mutters, earning another elbow from tsantu.

the two boys look at one another, then at tsantu and txonuk. “we’re sorry we teased you.”

tsantu holds his hand out for a peace making handshake, shaking both boys hands. txonuk hesitates, but eventually mimics his older brother.

jake and neytiri walk with the olo'eyktan and tsahìk, discussing other matters that involve both clans.

neteyam rubs your stomach gently, brushing your braids behind your shoulder.

“come, oeyä txe’lan (my heart). we have much to celebrate.”

he leads you closer to the fire, where there’s music, dancing, and plenty of food. se’ayl and nima are dancing with other clan members around the fire, spinning and laughing. tsantu and txonuk are sitting in a circle with lo’ak, and some of the other warriors from the clan, sharing stories from their battles.

neteyam brings you near the center of the fire, where he raises his hands for everyone to be quiet.

“thank you, everyone, for joining us. we are so glad we can spend tonight celebrating with you all. ten years with my mate have been the best years of my life, and i look forward to many more with her. she is the most beautiful, intelligent, kind, loving soul i have ever had the pleasure to know and love. she is a wonderful mother to our four children, and soon enough, five.”

he gently places his hand over your stomach, smiling.

“and i would be lost without her. so if i may, propose a toast. to my beautiful mate. to ten years, and many more!”

“pxay nì'ul!” (many more!) the clan chants, cheering for you both as the celebration resumes.

any insecurities you had from the tawkami leader’s words faded away with neteyam’s beautiful speech.

you take his face in your hands, placing a strong kiss to his lips. you pull away to whisper “i love you. so much.”

he smiles against your lips, pulling you in close as he says “i love you more. happy anniversary, oeyä muntxate.” (my mate)

wrapping an arm around your waist, the other holding your hand, neteyam sways with you, rocking you back and forth gently as the celebration continues.

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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♡ THE HELP FROM A SWEET MAN

reiner braun x reader

word count: 959

warnings: reader is drunk

“are you really my boyfriend?” you ask while stumbling into your apartment as reiner is holding you close to him, making sure you won’t fall. he locks the door behind the two of you and gently helps you sit down on the floor so he can take off your shoes. “i sure am,” he chuckles as you reach for his face to feel his cheek.

your eyes widen at the realization and you happily lean against the wall as a smile covers your face. “you’re so handsome!” you squeal before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. he allows you to hug him for a few minutes, excitedly humming against his neck. “you need to drink some water, sweetheart,” he pulls away and smiles softly while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. you whine loudly but allow him to help you back up on your feet.

reiner takes you into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he fills a glass with water for you to drink later. you hold onto him tightly and let out a content sigh. “please never let go off me,” you mumble and your boyfriend chuckles lightly before putting the glass of water against your lips so you can drink.

after the water is drunken up, he puts it away and leads you into the bathroom so you can brush your teeth. “you’re so cute,” he whispers to himself as you lazily begin to brush your teeth. one of his arms stays around your waist to reassure you that he won’t ever let you go.

“i’m so in love with you, reiner,” you say, hugging him tightly as he cleans the toothbrush for you. for a moment, he stills his motions and stares into the wall as if you’d haven’t told him multiple times before that you love him. it gets him every time, makes him feel needed. “i’m in love with you too, darling.”

he kisses the top of your head before walking you into the bedroom. “we’ll have to change your clothes, baby. will you lift your arms for me?” he asks sweetly and you put your arms up in the air while closing your eyes. gently, he takes off your shirt and smiles as he notices your closed eyes that fail to hide your tiredness.

reiner grabs one of his t-shirts and pulls it over your head before it covers the rest of your upper body. “only your pants left and then you’re ready for sleep, promise,” he whispers and you open your eyes to look at him with lidded eyes. you sit down on the edge of the bed and allow him to take off your pants. as soon as you’re fully changed, the two of you lay down under the covers, legs entangled and arms around one another while your head is laid against his warm chest.

the room is quiet for a while and for a moment, he truly believes you’re asleep due to your drunken state, but suddenly, he hears your voice. “are you okay?” you ask while searching for his hand to play with his fingers. he looks down at you with widened eyes and tilts his head to the side. “i am. why do you ask?”

he then hears you sniffle and his heart seems to leave his chest in an instant at the sound. “i just- i want you to be happy, you only deserve good things in the world,” you feel him stiffen at your words and look up only to see the tears that are beginning to form in his eyes. “and you’re so nice and sweet, i love you so much.”

a tear rolls down his cheek as he strokes his hand over your own. his touch is gentle, almost as if you’re made out of glass. “you make me happy, darling. you made me want to live again and i’m so happy you’ve been willing to stay with me even through my tough times. you’re the nicest person to ever exist and i’m so lucky to have you,” his voice wavers and he places a quick kiss onto the crown of your head.

“i’m the lucky one, reiner. i can literally never stop thinking about you,” you suddenly move so you’re fully laying on top of him with your legs on either sides of his hips. your hands moves to cup his cheeks. “i’d do anything for you and i’m never gonna leave you so you better never leave me either,” you say sternly which eventually makes the man under you chuckle as tears are running down his cheeks. “are you saying all this because you’re drunk?”

you quickly shake your head and squish his cheeks. “no! i’m gonna tell you the same things tomorrow if you don’t trust me,” his giggles fill the room as you begin to kiss him all over his face. he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. “i trust you. i trust you, baby,” he chokes out as he begins to run out of air.

“i’m never gonna leave you,” you repeat your precious saying and reiner grazes his nose against yours and smiles as you press a kiss to his lips. “i’m never gonna leave you either,” he whispers before kissing you for a bit longer, putting all of his love into it. now, you can peacefully lay your head under his chin and relax completely.

he rubs your back comfortingly as he closes his eyes with a smile on his face. it doesn’t take long before you’re sound asleep, snoring loudly while holding onto him. “i love you so much, darling. i’m never going to let go off you.”

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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AONUNG BOYFRIEND HCS PT. 2 NSFW

AO’NUNG X FEM!READER

Warnings: SMUTTT.

Reader is 18 and Ao’nung is 19.

He is SUCHHHHH a soft dom. He’s yelling at everyone else 24/7 so when it comes to you? He’s as gentle as they come.

And with this being said it’s rare you get punished, you’d think he would be one to punish often. But he already has a soft spot for literally ONLY you, so hurting you? Something he absolutely hates. SUCH a push over, let’s you get away with many things.

Ao’nung sighs, rubbing his temple with his fingers. You’ve been acting like a brat all day. Despite his constant efforts to get you in line, bribes, kisses, etc. “C’mere pretty girl” he says gently, finally giving in, you walk over and he pulls you up into his lap. Big hands rubbing your back softly. “Please be a good girl, I know you can. Hm” he cooes, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before rocking you in his lap calmly. Smiling to himself when you finally give in.

He’s a GIVERR 100%. Of course he loves receiving but giving? His favorite. He absolutely loves seeing you fall apart by tongue, fingers, cock, etc. He puts your pleasure before his own, he won’t even think of cumming until he’s gotten you off atleast twice.

He likes to overstim you. Not in a mean way, but he loves giving you the max amount of pleasure. He wants you to enjoy yourself

“N-no more… I cant” you whine out, you’ve lost track of the amount of times you’ve orgasmed. Ao’nungs currently has you in missionary, thrusts speeding up. “Just one more, for me? I know you can do it pretty girl c’mon” he cooes, bringing your leg over his shoulder, placing soft kisses on your ankle. He brings one of his thumbs down to your clit and you lose it. The coil in your stomach snaps, letting go. Ao’nung smiles softly, thrusts becoming sloppy, letting go soon after you. “You did so,so well” he praises.

KING OF AFTERCARE. He will run a warm bath and clean you, while praising you about how good you did.

“Go pee,baby” LMAOOO he does not play. Your health is his main priority.

He loves to eat you out. It’s his favorite hobby. He’s MESSY too. Juices dripping down his chin and he spits in it. He loves being between your legs, he’s pretty certain he could cum from eating you out solely.

Ao’nung comes into the pod huffing, just had a fight with his father, tonowari. “Today just.. wasn’t good. Can I eat you out? I need to calm down” he says with a shakey voice, before you can say yes he’s already dragging you to the end of the bed removing your loincloth.

Has a breeding kink, no I will not elaborate.

Thigh riding is one of his favorite go-tos. Especially after a long day when he’s tired but still wants to make you feel good.

You’re currently on his thigh, juices dripping onto his leg. You’ve been at this for awhile, no you haven’t gotten off yet. “C’mon sweetheart, do what I showed you, yeah?” He says with a sympathetic tone. You pick up your pace for a bit, before failing again. Tears start to fall from your eyes. “I- I can’t do it.. not like you can, please help me” you say with a small quivering voice. The sight breaks his heart, he wanted to tease you but now it felt like torture for him seeing you so upset. He grips your waist and pulls you down on his thigh, flexing his legs, and moving you back and fourth. You gasp and let out a moan, throwing your hands over him and putting your head into the crook of his neck. “Relax and just let daddy take care of you, yeah?”

Holds your hand during sex :(((

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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SAM PLS FEED US MORE JAKE ANGST💘

I was a little evil with this one, I admit 👩‍💻

Sometimes it's still vivid in his memory. How cold it was that day, the ash, and harbored screams. He could remember how hard it was to breathe through the thick chunks of grey that littered the forest and how raw his hands and wrists felt. Had Pandora ever had a cold day? He can't recall.

Neytiri doesn't come to him in times like this. Where he sits by the stacked forest flowers and pretty stones that you'd collected. She knows na'vi and human grief is settled differently in some, Jake is one of them.

You're still there, in his memory. He can make out your pretty smile and hair, the shape of your lips when you talk – though he can't hear your voice. He'd forgotten the sound of it some time ago.

In the past several days he finds your face foggy, clouded by blurs and features he can't quite make out in the midst of his memory.

Hes terrified of losing you again.

He still remembers how you were laughing and smiling right before the troops showed up and how quickly that changed everything.

The two of you had gotten separated when Eytukan and Mo'at had tied he and Grace up. Forced to watch you and Neytiri run into the forest in pure horror of your mate.

And he still remembers the way Neytiri looked at him in fear when he'd found her. Asking where you were.

You were so cold in his arms, a bloodied wound sunken deep into your side, your skin turned a shade of purple almost. You had died alone and cold and afraid. Without your mates and anyone to soothe you.

Jake doesn't think he's ever cried harder than when he lost you. He and Neytiri had sat with your body for hours, hoping maybe it was a shock spell and you'd wake up and he could get you to Norm and the healers.

You didn't wake up.

He hasn't seen you in the spirit of Eywa. The thought of seeing you so close and so far away might ruin him. Though he knows you must miss him, especially when all who visits is Neytiri.

So it's on a whim, when Neytiri and the kids have gone to sleep that he goes to the spirit tree. Stroking his hands over the delicate branches and letting himself bask in the gentle air.

When he does connect, he sees you. Not the foggy memory he's made, but you.

He recognizes this memory. The sounds of the creak and the cooes of animals in the forest. It was the day you'd found out you were pregnant.

Your giggles are what draw him in, pulling him to kneel beside your seated form.

"Jake!" You squeal when you notice him, wrapping your arms around him, "Where have you been? I have something exciting to tell you!"

Jake tears at that, stroking a hand down your soft back, "m'sorry, kid. I've been busy." He pulls away to cup your cheeks in his hands.

"Oh... well that's okay," you're back to smiling, holding your small hands over his large ones, "why're you crying?"

Jake shakes his head for you to continue and you do, but not with out the signature eyebrow raise you'd give him whenever you'd think something was off.

It makes him chuckle momentarily, softening in the warmth of you, "you gonna tell me what's so exciting or am I gonna have to wait ti'll I'm fifty?" He jokes and you giggle, pulling one of his hands off of your cheek to rest on your tummy.

"M'pregnant." You look up at him so excitedly he feels his throat hitch with a sob. You were so happy and you had it ripped away from you only a few days after.

"you are?" He struggles and he knows you can tell. He blinks hot tears that roll over his striped cheeks and his hand shakes beneath yours.

"Are you okay–"

He cuts you off by pulling you into his arms, holding your heart over his own to hear it beat once more. Settling to keep you as close as he can before he has to leave. He feels you relax under him, pressing kisses to his skin.

Jake holds you like that for a while longer before pulling away and looking you over. Stroking his hands over your cheeks, he kisses the top of your head.

"Be good while m'gone, m'kay?" He keeps his hand on your chin and you nod with that pretty little smile. And he can't help but kiss you once more, whispering "that's my sweet girl." before he's disconnected from you and left in the cool forest again.

He doesn't go back to the tree of Eywa for a while after that and he doesn't tell Neytiri. Though a part of him thinks she knows. Knows in the way she's more gentle with him, she's more relaxed about pushing him to go see you.

He settles on your memory again, thinking of you in small moments and letting the soft memory of your lips settle him.

And it's not until Jake and Neytiri pack and leave for the Metkayina that he wonders if he'll see you again and when a sinking feeling settles into his stomach it's that he realizes he probably won't.

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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❝ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ…?❞

MIKEY'S arms were warm around your waist, rubbing smooth strokes into the tense skin. Your mind wanted to flee his touch, but your body refused to slip away from his grasp as his eyes scanned you head to toe, checking you for any physical injuries.

Mikey could be childish most times, but by any means he wasn't an idiot. As soon as he saw a glimpse of a frown tugging your lips, he was on you in an instant, scrutinizing the drop in your shoulders and distant eyes.

"Look at me," He murmured, his low voice tickling your ear as his breath fanned over your neck causing you to shiver. "please..."

He held you tightly against his chest, something that should have brought you comfort but the hurricane of hypotheticals made it hard for you to feel safe in his arms. His plea went on deaf ears as you continued looking anywhere but him, your eyes finding the floor more interesting than anything else.

Nimble fingers traveled up your arm, curving around your shoulder and cupping your chin, gently lifting your face so your fleeting eyes would finally meet his, hands holding you like an expensive jewl that could crack at any given moment.

"What's got my angel so upset?" His obsidian eyes were soft along with his voice, a complete contrast of himself when he was in gang wars, ruthlessly kicking whoever tempted him. You had him and all of his attention. He was yours and you were his, burdens and all, so of course he wanted to know what was picking away at your brain, stealing the smile he craved to see every day.

"What if..." your mouth felt unbelievably dry as tears prickled your eyes, threatening to fall without remorse. All of your concerns bubbled in your chest, rising up and collecting into a lump in your throat, yet you forced out a choked response. "wha-what if you don't come back?"

Mikey's brows furrowed as he replayed the question in his head, wondering where all this was coming from. Before he could ask further, you beat him to it, shaking your head as you looked down at his chest, gazing at the healing bruises you patched up recently. You traced one of them, slipping out a sharp intake of air from the man you loved.

"What if you don't win? What if... what if today is the last time I see you? What if now is the last 'I love you'?" A bitter taste of death clung to your tongue, and you couldn't help but hold a somber look, tired eyes climbing to see Mikey's absent expression, likely in his thoughts as knots tied in his chest and his heart swelled from hearing your broken voice. "I don't wanna come home to an empty bed. I don't wanna live knowing you could be out there bleeding to death in some... some-"

"Nothing," he whispered, pausing to place a long-lasting kiss to your forehead, his thumb wiping away one of the tears that rolled down your cheek. "will ever take me away from you," His hand reached down to grab yours, hooking your pinkies together, something you always did as a kid when he was serious about something.

"I'll always come back." He kissed your hand, pulling it to hold onto his shoulder and closing the space between the two of you. "To hear your laugh." Your fingers brushed his hair, lips curving up ever so slightly as he kissed your tears away from your other cheek. "To see your smile."

Leaning his head to touch yours, his eyes held you captive, the panic and fear that once stewed in your stomach vanished the longer he held you. It was enough to ease your hurried heart, putting faith in his capabilities to protect himself and the people around him to do the same.

He would never leave you. Not without saying goodbye.

And with one final effort to convey his message, his lips slowly pressed against yours, a novel of thoughts and vows of assurance poured into it, mixed with the love he harbored for you, hands cupping his face afraid he'll disappear if you let him go. The tightening grip around your waist told you otherwise, words unsaid but your deciphered the physical meaning.

I'll be here.

The taste of his lips flooding the bitterness that once plagued yours. He pulled away, devoted eyes and an irenic smile coating his lips along with the essence of yours. He was here. He'll always be here.

"I promise."

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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Welcome to my new hobby; editing manga panels. Enjoy haha

P.O.V: you're Mikey's gf/wife and a rival gang kidnapped you

please don't repost <3

p.s: if you have a request or want me to use different pronouns message me!

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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kissing his tears away

shinichiro sano x reader

word count: 452

december drabbles

it’s a cold evening as you walk from your car towards the front door. the handle is just as cold as the rest of the outside world while you slightly open the door for you to step inside. the house is much warmer and the comfort of your home brings you to some peace after a long day at work.

what breaks that peace is the sound of sobs coming from the living room. after kicking off your shoes, you rush towards the sound only to find your boyfriend curled up on the couch with his face hidden against his knees. “shin, i’m home. what’s going on?” you ask while sitting down next to him as close as possible. he looks at you with tears running down his cheeks. his eyes have become swollen but he doesn’t allow you to see his face for long as he wraps his arms around you in an instant.

“i love you so much,” his voice wavers through every single word and your shirt gets wetter for every second that goes by. you look at him with confusion filling your eyes, he’s hugging you tight against him and tries to catch his breath. “i love you more, but what’s the matter?”

you brush your fingers through his black hair and kiss his temple that’s gone all wet due to the many tears that has left his eyes. shinichiro pulls away a bit so he can look into yours. after a few minutes of trying to calm himself down, he begins to speak. “i was bored so i started reading through our old text messages and i realized how much i love you and i got to think about what my life was before you. it’s so much better now and you’re literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i didn’t mean to cry but i couldn’t help it and now you’re here and i can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

his words causes your eyes to fill up with tears as well. “don’t cry too, please. it’ll make me cry even more,” he says. tears slowly begin to fall down his warm cheeks once again and you lean your forehead against his and sigh. “i love you,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his cheeks, then you leave a lingering kiss on his nose, and then plenty of kisses over both of his cheeks to make the tears go away.

“let’s be together forever,” he suggests and you look straight into his eyes. with a nod of your head, he smiles and closes his eyes while leaning in to give you a quick peck on your lips. “what did i do to deserve you?”

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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cooking breakfast together

shinichiro sano x reader

word count: 371

author’s note: i might have forgotten to post this last night 😅

december drabbles

you’re leaning against your boyfriend as he’s flipping pancakes. one of his arms is snaked behind your waist and he plants his lips on the top of your head every now and again. “do you want me to do anything?” you ask as shinichiro pours more batter into the pan. he looks at you and kisses your temple softly.

“you can put out the plates if you want to, i’m almost done with the pancakes,” he suggests as he knows that you actually do want to help. you smile and peck his lips before walking away from his grip on you. he watches as you walk towards the cabinet with all the plates as you’re wearing one of his hoodies and sweatpants.

you place the plates on the table and then walk back to your boyfriend and into his embrace. shinichiro pulls you closer to him and puts the last pancake on a plate where the rest of the pancakes have been put. both of his hands wrap around your waist and your cheek presses against his warm chest. “i’m just gonna clean this pan and then we can eat,” he mumbles into your hair and you nod, burying your face further against his chest to stay warm.

he cups your cheeks and leans down to press his lips to yours. your arms sneak around him so he’ll come closer to you and he sighs contently. as he pulls away to look at you, you chase his lips again, making him let out a hoarse chuckle. “you’re warm,” you mutter against his lips and shinichiro kisses your lips gently before once again pulling away. “are you cold?” he asks while treading his fingers through your hair. “a little, but i get warmer when i hug you.”

he pulls you impossibly closer and slowly sways the two of you back and forth. “i like to cook with you,” he whispers softly against your neck. you scratch his scalp with your fingernails and smile as he hums contently. “i like to cook with you too, even if i didn’t do anything.” “you stood here hugging me, that’s all you needed to do, baby. let me do things for you once in a while.”

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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hihi! may i req chifuyu w fem!s/o who struggles with bad mental health? thank you in advance have a nice day!<3

thank you for this request and sorry for it taking such a long time <3

chifuyu matsuno x reader

word count: 787

not really proofread

the bedroom is dark, no lights are on and the blinds are covering the sun from walking its way in. chifuyu left for work, knowing that you stayed home from school today since this week had been stressful. he’d fixed breakfast in bed for you and then left, telling you to get some rest and take a walk if you felt like it.

he walks towards the bed and switches on the lamp on your night stand. your boyfriend lightly touches your cheek and begins to trace small circles over it with the help of his thumb. you eventually open your eyes and look up at him. “hi, baby. when did you fall asleep?” he asks softly as you intertwine your hands with his. “around 10am i think,” you shortly reply and chifuyu looks at the time on his phone, it’s now 8pm. he looks at you and gives your forehead a lingering kiss. “how are you feeling?”

“i don’t know. it feels like i’m missing everything in school right now, we have two tests coming up next week and i barely even know what it’s about. today was a short day overall so i could’ve gone there if i wasn’t this fucking stupid,” you sigh and look away from the boy who’s face hovers a few meters above yours. “hey, don’t say that about yourself. you’re not stupid because you didn’t go to school today, you just needed to rest for a while and that’s totally okay. tomorrow is a new day and we’ll see how you feel then, let’s just take one day at a time, okay?” he brushes some strands of hair away from your face and smiles. “i’ll help you study for those tests if you want me to, not today of course, but whenever you feel like it, does that sound okay?” chifuyu asks and you nod your head.

your arms wrap around the back of his neck and he bends his knees a little so he can wrap his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry for being a burden,” you mumble into the crook of his neck and he shakes his head. “stop being so mean to yourself, you’re not a burden at all. i care about you, i’ll do everything i can to be here for you no matter what’s going on in your life, so don’t call yourself a burden and let me take care of you,” he strokes your hair and kisses your temple. “we’re gonna make sure that you feel better soon, okay?” you nod and nuzzle your face further into the crook of his neck.

“okay,” you mumble and chifuyu pulls you up into a sitting position. “wanna go for a walk? i’ll make you dinner as soon as we get back. i think you need to clear your thoughts,” he asks while sitting down on the edge of the bed. you move closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist due to the many hours without him. “mhm, we can go for a walk,” you say and chifuyu helps you get out of bed.

he pulls you into his warm embrace and sways the two of you side to side. he presses a kiss to your neck and rubs your back comfortably. “i love you so much, i’m so proud of you, baby,” chifuyu mumbles against your neck and you hum happily against his chest. “i love you more ‘fuyu, thank you,” you whisper and he moves his hands to cup your cheeks before leaning down to sweetly mould his lips against yours. his lips are warm and soft, you could never get bored of those kisses, his kisses. “ready to go?” he asks softly and you nod.

the two of you walk into the hallway and you can see the snow fall outside the windows. chifuyu sits down on his knees so he can put your shoes on for you and to tie them even though he knows that you’re fully capable of doing it yourself. you then put your jacket on and your boyfriend pulls a beanie onto your head and gives you a pair of gloves. “it’s cold outside, can’t have you catch a cold,” he kisses the tip of your nose and puts warm clothes on himself.

you reach for his hand as you’re both ready to go and he opens the front door. the two of you exit the house and enter the cold outside world instead. “thank you for always being here for me, ‘fuyu,” you say as you’ve gotten further away from the house. he squeezes your hand and swings it back and forth. “i’m always going to be here for you, i won’t ever leave.”

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candy-ishu · 1 year

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Yo, can I have Shinichiro Sano with #18 and #33, please?

shinichiro sano x reader

word count: 466

prompts:

18. “i can’t stop staring at you”

33. “i hate to see you hurt”

your boyfriend coming home with plenty of bruises is to be expected at this point. there is almost never a day that his face is free from awful marks by people he has fought with.

he’s now sitting at the closed toilet lid as you’re trying to clean any blood from his face. he is playing with the hem of his your sweatshirt and watches as you carefully dab a bit of cotton at his forehead. you’re gently holding his cheek to keep him in place and he keeps leaning into your warm touch.

a few tears are evident in the corners of your eyes and if you weren’t currently cleaning him up, he would pull you in for the biggest and most loving hug he could ever give. watching you suffer by him being in fights hurts more than getting hit. his biggest dream for the future is to leave all of these fights and gangs behind him to live a much more peaceful life with you, the love of his life.

“i hate to see you hurt,” he mumbles which takes you aback as you’re not the one who’s currently bruised up. you tilt your head to the side in confusion before placing a band-aid on his forehead and then his left cheek. “i’m not the one who’s hurt, shin,” you say while grabbing a patch of ice and holding it against shinichiro’s eye.

“but you’re sad and i hate when you’re sad, especially because of me,” he sighs and takes your free hand in his to intertwine your fingers together. you hum and put the ice away before feeling around his eye. “i just don’t enjoy seeing you this beat up all the time. i worry about you all the time and i never want you to be this bruised up. it hurts to see.”

shinichiro motions for you to sit in his lap which you do. he wraps his arms around your waist and presses a few kisses to your neck. “i know, i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your skin before leaning back to look at you. he smiles lightly and rubs your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

you peck his forehead, right where his band-aid is and he can’t help the smile from growing wider on his lips. his eyes are stuck on your face as you wander your fingers over his own. you form small figures above his bruises and especially make hearts over them.

“i can’t stop staring at you,” he admits which makes a smile form on your face as well. he chuckles as you bury your face against his chest and hold onto his shirt. “thank you for taking care of me, angel. i’ll make sure you won’t have to do it as often anymore.”

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