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celestialanon · 1 year

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Mc Uses “Daddy” Affectionately

Hello dear readers! Here’s a nice feel good set of scenarios for you! Admittedly, I have a hard time taking the word “daddy” seriously, but I’ve heard it be used affectionately and thought it would be cute with the brothers! So I hope you guys enjoy this one! (I think it will become increasingly obvious I enjoy writing fluff content haha!)

Another thing I want to mention is that I will be leaving requests open for both headcanons and oneshots! If you guys would like to see something, please don’t hesitate to leave a request <3 With that out of the way, have a lovely read!

Lucifer

You were greeted with a familiar sight when you entered Lucifer's room. Hunched over, a hand massaging over his forehead as a pile of papers sat on his desk. Whatever Diavolo had assigned to him this week was surely getting to him, irritation written all over his face.

You walked over and placed a cup of coffee at his desk, gaining his attention. With a small smile, you rubbed at his shoulder. He knew he was doing that thing again where he was letting himself drown in his work, you scooted the coffee closer to him.

"Working hard, or hardly working?" You joked, and he just sighed at your dad like humor. He accepted the coffee, setting his pen down with a frown.

"I know I know, I must pace myself. But I didn't expect Diavolo to have piled so many requests so suddenly." As he sipped at the hot coffee, you moved to massaging at his back, watching his tense figure slowly loosen.

"Aw daddy, you gotta take care of yourself too, y'know?" Your words made him pause, you have called him many names, but not that one. He hummed, choosing not to embarrass you in this moment even though he very much could.

He concluded he quite liked the name you called him. He wanted to tease you, but he held it in. He settled with placing a kiss to your knuckles before you left him. He would surely tease you next time though.

Mammon

Sadly, you had not seen your precious demon since early morning. You were stuck with back to back classes, unable to socialize with most of the brothers really. It left you longing for his attention. That's why you scrambled your way out to the dining area for lunch to look for Mammon, wondering if he too missed you at all.

You spotted him easily among the other demons, chatting away with a few friends. He was probably going on about some wild story that half wasn't true, typical Mammon. Yet, the demons listened to him intently, offering praise. You decided to slip behind him quietly, going to wrap your arms around his shoulders and smiling against his cheek. He flinched in surprise, relieved to find out it was just you.

"Huh? Mc! What you doin here?!" But he was happy you found him, his hand going to clutch at your arm around him. You grinned wide, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"I missed you daddy, classes were lame. As usual. I needed to see my favorite demon~" You cooed, purposefully teasing him in front of his friends that were now whistling and cheering him on. He went beet red, trying to pry you off him but it was a weak attempt.

"H-Hey! What are ya saying all of a sudden! This couldn't have waited?"

"No way." You give him another kiss, just to shut him up. He may be protesting against you now, but deep down he felt a swell of pride. He was yours, and it's like you were showing that off. In other words, he loved it.

Leviathan

It had been a lazy day of the week where you found yourself once again lounging in Levi's computer chair. He actually had gotten this one especially for you a while back, maximum comfort, you loved him for it. You were currently enjoying a bag of some chips as you watched him play a game you both have recently come to enjoy. It was pretty new, and he was running through the shop to see the available skins.

"This is the one you really liked, right? I'll get it for you! We can wear our new skins together next game!" He grinned widely, watching your eyes lighten up. He did this often, gifting you in game skins and such whenever you liked a certain character. It was just his way of showing you some affection. You reached over to pinch his chin with a thankful smile, a surprise peck on the lips that had him blushing.

"Aww, thanks daddy. I can't way to play with you!" You released his chin, slipping back into your chair and stuffing your face happily. But the poor guy had froze in his spot, replaying what you had just said in his mind over and over. What did you just call him? And why did he sort of like it?? Why was his face burning right now?

"I-I, Uhm-" He wasn't sure how to respond. You looked at him with worry, placing a hand on his knee to sooth him. Didn't you know how weak you made him? How much your words effected him? Maybe you didn't know...

"Is something wrong? You ok?" Your hand lightly shakes his knee, and he just stared down at his controller, eyes fluttering shut in embarrassment. Deep down, he wants you to say it again.

"N-No, it's nothing! Don't worry about it!"

Satan

You forced him to watch the movie Old Yeller. One about a dog and his relationship with a little boy during post civil war times. It was a book he had mentioned he enjoyed, so he was more than happy to join you. And he really thought he had been prepared, but when the dog had to be put down, he found his lips quivering by the end of the movie.

You knew Satan felt deeply, and he seemed to have such a connection to animals. It was a very sweet part of him you adored. When you turned to notice the tears streaming down his face, a hand coming up to cover his lips, you immediately pulled him into your arms. You couldn't help the small chuckle escape you from how innocent it was, he leaned his body into your chest while wiping at his eyes.

"It's ok daddy, it was just a movie. I'm sure the dog had a lot of treats after the shoot." You stroked through his hair, hearing him sniffle against you. He almost didn't even register what you had said, enjoying your comforting arms as you held him. He moved off your chest to look at you with an adorable frown.

"W-What did you call me?" He was shocked, but he didn't hate it. He's just never been called that before. You couldn't help but laugh as you passed him a tissue. He blowed his nose comically, eyes squinting curiously while you smiled at him.

"What's so funny?" He asked, feeling his face get warm. You shrugged innocently, wiping at the few remaining tears on his face. He was an emotional wreck, but he was your emotional wreck.

Asmodeus

Pet names were never uncommon between the two of you. He threw out words like they were for free on a daily basis, you wondered if he managed to forget your real name at some point. You always tried to give him new ones as well, seeing what worked for him and what didn't. That was your current dilemma as you branded the short strands of his hair, smiling as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"These braids look quite pretty on me, don't they Mc?" He was admiring your work, inspecting the colorful pins you had used to hold his hair in place. You pushed a strand of hair out of his face, pinning it back with the rest.

"Daddy, you always look so pretty." You assured him, and a small gasp left his lips. He pondered for a moment. Did he like it? Was it fitting for him? He's heard it before, but this was new coming from you! He pointed to himself with a question.

"Really? Does it work for me?" Oh Asmo, most things worked for you. But he was so used to your sweet nicknames, so this one came as a surprise to him. He was staring at you, and you couldn't help the small blush on your face.

"I think it does. Do you not like it?" You asked, running your fingers through his bangs. He thought about it again, leaning into the touch of your fingers. He finally smiled, a glint in his eye only you could discern.

"I do. Call me it again, Mc."

Beelzebub

It had been a very long workout session for the big guy. He found himself not only doing his own workout routine, but helping his fellow demons work out theirs. They looked up to him like a mentor, and Beel was always happy to be of service to someone. So of course, being the kind guy he was, he helped a few demons get their routine on track.

His large figure slumped through the kitchen, his stomach grumbling could be heard down the halls. His eyes wandered over to your figure, nose following the addicting scent that led him over to you. You looked up at him with a lopsided smile, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.

"Hey daddy, are you hungry? Big workout today?" He hummed softly, his arms ringing around your waist and pulling you closer. He blinked down at you, his face warming up a bit. Every time you used a nickname on him, he felt as if you were spoiling him. This was the same. He whined against your lips, giving you a small kiss in greeting.

"Yeah. They wouldn't leave me alone even though I was so hungry~" You laughed at him, patting his back with a small "there there." You knew he was happy to help even if he complained. Then you moved aside, showing him that you were surprising him with after - workout spaghetti and meatballs.

"You're the beeeest Mc." He pulled you back into his arms, basically clinging to you with all his might. It was a little hard to cook this way, but you could do it!

Belphegor

Waking up the demon was a difficult task, but you never backed down so easily. Even though he just looked too cute... cuddling close to you like that. You started off with light touches, poking at his cheeks and calling his name. He grumbled under his breath, his voice thick with sleep. You smiled as you watched him shift under the covers, trying to move your hand away from his face.

"Come on daddy~ you can wake up now. Classes start soon you know? We don't want Lucifer getting mad again." You cooed to him, your hands moving down to stroke his neck in effort to wake him up. He groaned again, but this time you can see his lips beginning to stretch in a smile. He pulled himself closer to you, burying his face into your chest. You started stroking your hands into his hair.

"I want to hear it again..." You could feel his lips move against your chest, and you stifled your laugh. You rolled your eyes, hugging his head as he decided to hide himself away.

"What? 'Daddy'?" You repeated above him, deciding to tease him further because he refused to get up.

"Nahhh, you're more like a baby. Right, baby Bell. Who's a cute little-" That woke him up. He pushed you off of him with a pout on his lips. You apologized, repeating the name over and over just to get his sudden bratty mood down. That's what happens when you baby the baby!

#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me #omswd

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shyweeb · 1 year

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Some of the TR boys reacting to artist!f!reader gifting them a painting.

( This is my first time writing this kind of stuff here,please be patient with me,after all everyone starts somewhere right?I'm accepting tips and complain'ts about the writing since i want to improve mine 'kay? Thank you for reading,i won't disturb ya anymore,Enjoy the reading if you can lol )

Warnings: lil'suggestive phrases,some cursing

Married!reader (w the characters) lil'childish behavior of Mikey,fem!reader.lil' possessive Mikey

Characters: draken and Mikey (ya can blame my lazy ass for it being so short,sorry)

Draken : this man fucking loved spoiling you,so you though it would be nice to give him a painting of him,since you were with a free day on your schedule,you may be one of the only painters who had a really organized schedule for making your paintings tho.

- imagine coming back from his office and seeing you all dirty of paint because you spent hours making him a painting of him.

- this man was STUNNED,mouth open wide forming a perfect 'o' at the sight of a beautiful painting of him in his suit and holding a rose.

" Do you like it ? Love? "

- like it?he loved it! After you said it his response was almost immediate.

" It is beautiful,sunshine"

- you sighed from relief,you've spent a good amount of time on it.

- you got up from the chair that u were sitting and gave him a wide smile.

- seeing your state he let his office papers that he had in his left hand down the table in the living room and walked towards you.

"I might reward you for being so amazing,my love" he said.

- he brushed his thumb over your lips and held you by your waist with his other hand.

"ken! You'll get paint on your suit!"

- he chuckled softly seeing his lovely spouse being worried at him.

" There's no reason to worry over it sunshine,i can buy another one at any time I want" he said proudly,ken had entered a job in a company of a bank as a accounting inspector after quitting the 'gang thing' 4 years ago and had been being promoted over and over since then and right now he was the vice-CEO of the company.

"Just because you have a lot of money it doesn't mean you can spend it with whatever y-" you were interrupted by him kissing your lips.

- he chuckled again after starring into your flustered face, he would describe you as a blushing mess from all the redness of your cheeks,he found it frickin' adorable.

"Fuck...darlin' let's go wash up m'kay?" He whispered the first word and before you could say something he already had picked you up by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck before putting his hands under your thighs lifting you up and walking towards the bathroom.

This was going to be a looong shower.

Mikey : you were the one who spoiled him in this relationship most of the times 'cause he loved being a brat whenever he's bored when he's not taking care of boten, and when he found out that you could make painting's he wouldn't stop bothering you to make one of him,and then you give up and started making one in secret so that u could surprise him.

- He came home tired after another day "working" and was surprised to see you asleep in the couch of the living room with a painting of him and yourself behind you.

- let's say that he was almost jumping of joy in the moment but restrained himself because you were sleeping.

- he decided to at least say thanks to you,what type of husband would he be if he didn't?

- he carefully walked towards you and Took out his gloves using his teeth then he passed his fingers through your hair and put aside a strand of it that was in your face before kissing your forehead

"Hey pumpkin pie, i just got home and I've seen what you did for me, That's frickin' beautiful babe, I want to gift you something too...what do you think about some Gucci or Prada?"

- you awoken by hearing his soft voice and smiled at him,he loved gifts and even more if they were made by yourself.

"No need to buy anything manjiro,i did it because I was bored and remembered that you wanted one painting of yourself so I made it...i just put myself in it though,i hope you don't care about it 'kay?"

- seeing you saying to don't care about you he frowned and pouted before putting his hands on your cheeks and started kissing all over your face.

- how could you tell him to don't care about you? Didn't he made it clear that you were his most precious property? Maybe he needed to give you even more attention then.

"Don't say that sweetheart, you're everything for me my love... my life,my heart and my mind...i would give it all for you,you being there just made the painting even more special m'kay?"

- you smiled softly at him and Nodded.

" Since i already showed you the painting why don't we watch something on the TV then Manjiro?"

- he loved watching cartoons with you when he got home.

- he quickly nodded and took a seat near you on the big couch on the living room.

"What should we watch then Mr.sano?"

- he absolutely loved hearing you say his surname,so he decided to mess with you a little.

" SpongeBob! Let's watch SpongeBob Mrs.sano"

- he knew you would be absolutely flustered when he called you by your new surname,since you were married by only 2 months

- he was right,you didn't even knew how to say something back to him 'cause you were occupied trying to don't have a heart attack

"Manjiro!please don't do it again, it's the 6th time today!"

- you were stumbling on your words and started Stuttering between the phrase.

- Ngl,he loved being stubborn just to see you like this

- he chuckled and started crawling to you before he hugged you and started planting kisses all over your face.

- you hugged him back and smiled softly seeing your handsome husband giving you love and attention.

"C'mon babe the cartoon will start, didn't u wanted to watch SpongeBob?"

- he stopped the kisses and stayed hugging you but put his attention to the tv were the cartoon was starting and smiled widely like a kid.

- you chuckled again at the sight of your husband,a grown up man being happy watching cartoons.

- the only thing u were sure was that he was the one,he was yours and you were his...forever,u would be Mrs. And Mr. Sano.

Gonna stop this one right here cuz I'm lazy sorry buddies,but I promise to do a second part of this okay?love ya<3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #fem!reader #f!reader #draken x female reader #draken x reader #mikey x reader #mikey x female reader #mikey x y/n #draken x y/n #tokyo revengers headcannon

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little-peril-stories · 11 months

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🌹Romance Snippets Tag🌹

I was tagged by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams to share some romance snippets from my writing.

I had way too much with this so I'm sorry in advance.

Please enjoy this OPEN TAG :) because I think my friends have already been tagged lol

From The Prince of Thieves

Kisses in the driving snow were not nearly as pleasant as kisses in warmer, cozier scenes, but Jamie found he couldn’t regret it too sorely as Geoff’s warm lips pressed against his. ... Her body is flush against mine, separated only by her woollen dress and my snow-damp coat, layers that may as well be nothing, the way I can feel the heat of her against the heat of me. The way I can feel every beat of her heart.

From the Breanna Hatchett AU

He kissed her again, but did not stop at her lips, rather trailing down her neck, teasing as he went, the stubble along his jaw pricking into her skin and making her shiver.

From the angsty heist wip

What I see of it seems lovely, but she’s already peeking through the now-disorganized pile of papers, leaning right over me to find the one she’s seeking. This close to her, I can see the dusting of freckles on her cheeks and down her neck, the glistening of sweat on her skin, and the fine details of lace around the collar of her dress. For some reason, my heart is racing. ... Her cheeks are so pink, just like the sunset in her poem—like the sky at dusk. Like sprays of light as the sun and its brilliance vanish below the horizon. Becoming. Endearing.

Bonus Ash/Laramie and Fen/Freddie nonsense below but under the cut bc I'm kind of embarrassed by those stories 😅

From The Curiosity Collector

Laramie fought to keep his legs steady, tried to ignore the fiery throbbing of his head. Ash had been fine when he left the previous day. More than fine, really. They’d spent the afternoon in the company of only one another, hours of lying in the sun, staring up at the clouds and treetops. Brushing hair out of each other’s eyes. Running fingers up and down the other’s body. Pressing their lips together in lazy, love-drunk kisses as if they had all the time in the world.

...

“I love you.” Ash repeated the words he had spoken before, words uttered like an incantation. He watched Laramie’s face, tracing every line, every hint of grief behind his eyes. Committing it to memory in all its perfection. “I love you. I have always loved you, and I always will.”

From Fen & Freddie

lol there was nothing cute in F&F except them cuddling at the very end lmao. so have Freddie obsessing about saving Fen

He could die here, Freddie thought, if it meant Fen could live, somehow. If in the grand scheme of the entire universe, the loss of Frederic Howell would balance out to allow Fen Bailey-Song to keep breathing, to keep living— He was okay with that. ... “I’d do it again,” he said, “if it meant it wasn’t you.”

bonus bonus: this July I'll be rewriting my novel affectionately known as "Book 2." Here's a snippet from the first draft (written last summer), taken from a scene that will not make it into the rewrite. [poor buddy's POV got cut entirely]

What was she doing right now? Was she sleeping soundly in her borrowed bed, blissfully unaware of the way she made his blood scream through his veins? Could she know how the very thought of her made him feel as if he were gasping for air? ... Even with the hope that she might accept everything he had to say, even as he clung to its fragile wings like delicate drops of drew clung to blades of grass in the morning sun, he couldn’t dispel his fears—or everything else that had crossed his mind since the night before. In his sleepless stupor, he had allowed himself for the first time to imagine kissing her, and the thought had sent shivers down his spine.

here have a scene that will make it into the new version but who knows what it'll look like

She leaned into another kiss, letting her hands explore some more, one hand cupping the back of K's neck, the other running down her arm. To her surprise, the soldier let B gently push her down, let her hands roam more freely, let her lips and her tongue explore the soft skin of her neck. “You’re not that tough at all, are you?” she whispered. Below her, K laughed. “We’ll see who’s tough.” B nipped at her ear, taking delight in the little startled gasp it elicited. “Is that a promise?” With what seemed like hardly any effort at all, K rolled over, taking B with her so she was on top, staring down right into B' soul with a smile on her face. “Do you want it to be?” “Yes.” B reached up and landed another kiss, soft and full and slow. “Gods, yes.”

#romance snippets tag game #tag game #all the stories holy cow #well. it's a stretch for Fen & Freddie but I tried #lps the court of rogues #lps the queen of lies #lps the prince of thieves #lps the curiosity collector #lps fen and freddie

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silviawrites · 2 years

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Writing people with disabilities

Writing people with disabilities may seem easy but it really isn't. People who write characters with disabilities may come off as ableist (hell, maybe they are) when maybe they're just trying to bring some more representation into writing and they're doing it wrong unintentionally. So let's break down tips for writing people with disabilities!

Research and properly understand the disability (disabilities) you want to write

Research is very, very important. I don't care how much you think you know about the disability (whether it's physical or mental), do your research properly. For example, depression (I'm not sure about other countries, but in mine, it's considered a mental disability). People are so sure about depression, saying it's just being sad and lazy when it really isn't. It hurts people with depression a lot and as someone with depression myself, it's extremely hard to deal with. Depression isn't just "being sad and lazy", maybe sometimes, the person isn't sad, they're just constantly angry. Depression is not being able to sleep properly or sleeping too much. It's not eating enough or eating too much. It's feeling hopeless and miserable and constantly not feeling enough. In another post, I'll elaborate more on people's misconceptions when writing depression and other mental illnesses.

So yes guys. Please do your research. Understand the disability/disabilities. When you're writing about disabilities, make sure you do it right. The last thing we need is a piece of literature being completely wrong about disabilities we really need more representation on.

2. Don't depict it as tragic

Please don't make the disability some plot device that helps form some tragic backstory that the character has. That's just shitty. We are not living in a Shakespearean tragedy, so stop it. It is not "tragic" that disabled people are disabled. It's just not cool. Being disabled can suck yes, but when you are calling it a "tragedy", you are being condescending. People with disabilities also lead a life of joy, love and happiness like any other person.

3. Don't infantilize the character(s) with the disability(ies)

Unless you are writing this and depicting this as explicitly wrong in your wip, don't do it (For example, maybe A is disabled, B is infantilizing them and C steps in and tells them to stop it and saying it's not cool. That's fine.) Disabled people are not babies. We know how to take care of ourselves just fine. So don't depict us as not knowing how to do it.

4. Make them more than their disability/disabilities

Them being disabled is an important aspect of them, yes. But key word being "aspect". A person's disability is a part of who they are, not who they are completely. If you make a character with a disability and they have no purpose or personality, then it's tokenism. The character's just there in the name of representation and nothing else. This is... sad honestly. We want disabled characters, yes, but we want good disabled characters. Well-written disabled characters. Well-developed disabled characters. Not a character with the personality of a fucking sheet of paper.

#writing #creative writing #writing disabilities #writing disabled people #writer #writingadvice #writersadvice #representation

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ccaptain · 2 years

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[ EXPLAIN ] a letter that explains the reasoning behind choices that the writer has made in the past, which they would like to explain to the recipient.

HMMM I FOUND THE PROMPT. LET'S FUCKING GO BABE -- @guidingbreeze

jean, should this letter find you... it would mean that this is the end. that i have offered you and the mondstadtians a safe place in my homeland and it has been refused, and that you no longer trust me. that my ties with the knights have been severed, and that i am now at home, with my beloved, with my people.

i refuse to blame you for distrusting a sinner. there's much unspoken, so much unsaid, that i don't even know where to begin.

first of all: know that i have loved you dearly as one of my best friends. believe it or not, you were always there for me: i remember the night where, after my fight with diluc, i stumbled into your house and you and lisa treated my wounds, witnessed me at my worst and still accepted and loved me. i still miss lisa dearly. she was our guidance and her figure should be remembered in history. i wish i could have asked her the same thing that i asked you... i wonder if things would have been different. i think about this often. i think about a lot of things, often.

it wasn't your fault. you have never given me a reason to doubt your gentleness, and know that i have been as truthful and as honest as i could have been with you from the beginning. it was not for distrust: it was because things were still shaping, because everything was so, so terribly big, and i didn't wished more stress upon you. being stressed myself was enough. i couldn't possibly have laid the enormous burden over your shoulders, not when you carry the entire mondstadt on yours. it would have crushed you: it has crushed me many times, too. to lay another burden upon you would have been unfair, a sin i could have never repented enough from.

i wish i could be able to cut off my feelings about this, but i am unable to. i seem to be inept at something i'm often an expert in.

jean, the people you stubbornly kept protecting have left me flabbergaster multiple times.

i have seen a child being harassed and forced to produce alcohol, despite having a clear trauma about it due to her alcoholic father. i have seen a member of a clan being shunned over the entire course of her life, denied food, water and other basic needs until she was pratically forced to join the knights... and, even then, she was kept at arm's lenght like a diseased thing. i saw your sister chased by her fans, and no matter how many times we have stepped in, they overworked her to the bone. i remember her as a small child, hiding behind your gowns, and i wanted to protect her more than i already did.

and i have seen you, jean. consumed by silly requests the townsfolk couldn't do on their own because of laziness, flouncing around life without doing anything productive, either for the city or for themselves. they have sucked you dry, consumed you to the bone for their own selfishness... yet you still love and sacrifice for them. mondstadt doesn't know how lucky it is to have you.

when i think about you... i see you sitting in your office, swarmed by piles and piles of paperwork. unable to keep your eyes open but still writing. i think about the soft look on your face when you discovered the warm mug of honeyed milk i had placed on your desk and hidden among the papers. i think about the time where we patrol the city together, how your gaze falls on the people with such affection, such protectiveness...

i think, and i will always, always think about you as my friend. there are choices that i regret, but opening up to you and trying so desperately to get you to come with us has never been one of those, even when you refused.

you may not believe me, and i would deserve the distrust, the fear behind every word you read. i still wish to tell you... i never wanted you to hurt. i only wanted you lighter, but... i think i screwed it massively, and i cannot apologize to you enough.

i think... that i will miss you more than anyone else. that i will lay awake and pray for a letter from you, that i would undo everything that i have done if you asked me to. not for the sake of mondstadt, but for yours.

kaeya alberich

#guidingbreeze #Determinator at all costs ━ (Abyss Soulmates V.)#SUFFER :)#*AM SUFFERING MYSELF. A LOT. OUCH*

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eternalwritess · 1 day

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I think… It's time for romantic matchup? XD Hazbin Hotel, please. Sorry for the grammatical errors or/and misprints, if there are any, English is not my native language. May I ask to exclude Valentino, Adam, Lute and Niffty from the list?

Gender/pronouns: she/her, he/him, they/them (I am genderfluid. Thus, my preferred pronouns change)

Sexuality/preference: demisexual. I can be attracted to any gender, but maybe I prefer boys more

MBTI: INTP

Temperament: choleric-melancholic

DnD alignment: Chaotic-Neutral with Chaotic-Good tendency

Personality:

I often become the voice of reason in situations where everyone around is too emotional and acting impulsively. I also take a calm and thoughtful approach to problems and try to think about and analyze them neutrally and without unnecessary emotions. This quality helps me help someone find a solution to their problems, or at least support them emotionally. I have a high thirst for justice and I have a moderate empathy for others, and I can take action to help someone. I am careful not to open up to people right away, but study them well before doing so (although this has a negative side in the form of my extreme distrust, but I will write about this later). Despite my laziness, I can be full of inspiration and enthusiasm for things that interest me and very quickly learn something related to the subject of my interest, or direct my enthusiasm in a positive direction. I have a courage and independence, which I "charge" others with. I also have a sense of humor that my friends like (although some find it too vulgar). I am caring and attentive to those who are dear to me, and I try to act for their comfort. Loyalty to those I care about is also my strong point. I consider myself an optimist, but I also take into account the real facts.

People quite often really annoying me with their emotionality and a lot of different misconceptions that are in their minds (I deal with this very often, unfortunately). Against this background, I often look down on those around me, although I do not show it. This sounds a bit hypocritical against the background of the fact that irritability and short temper are also my traits that I (sometimes) find difficult to control. I have very big problems with trust, it's not easy for me to open up to others. I rarely show my real emotions, even to those with whom I am close, and try to appear calm. Another problem is my laziness and procrastination. I'm very sarcastic with people I don't like, or when I'm just in a very bad mood. I also have moments of low self-confidence. And finally, sometimes I get jealous. I have a fear of doing some things wrong combined with perfectionism, which may make me afraid to do something (for example, write a text) not well enough.

My life and mind are very chaotic - I have a habit of changing plans quickly, and for this reason I try not to make plans even for the next day.

My love languages: words of affirmation and physical touch. I can tell my mate a lot and often how much I love them, reminding them of this more often, I try to come up with pleasant affectionate nicknames, and I realy like praise them! I can compliment their positive traits to cheer them up and boost their self-esteem. Usually my affectionate nicknames are words that I associate with this person in a good way. I also often hug my mate and stroke them. I really like hugging. I have no problem with showing affection in public, and I even like to do it.

Hobbies: I am good at writing texts and composing stories, I like to come up with the plots of my stories and make their text pleasant to read. I also like to draw, but it's harder for me than writing. In drawing, I prefer to use a technique, that is, a drawing tablet with a screen, rather than paper and pencils. I also like to spend time playing video games and reading books or watching some movies and anime (my favorite genres are related to fantasy and science fiction... And when it comes to video games, I prefer RPG). I also like to study things related to my interests - astronomy, psychology, birds, reptiles.

Pet peeves: Well, I think the full list of such things would be too long… So here are some that I managed to remember. All of them are somehow related to the invasion of my personal space (for example, when someone stares at the screen of my phone or laptop and comments on what is there) without my permission. I also don't like being distracted from something I'm very focused on (for example, when I'm writing a text, and it's at this moment that someone suddenly wants to chat with me for no important reason). I am also annoyed by people who believe that they know everything and cannot make mistakes, and will never admit their mistakes.

Other facts: I have a fickle and confused sleep schedule (sometimes I sleep more than 16 hours, sometimes less than 4 hours, because I have short insomnia). Perhaps I have autism (at least self-diagnosis and self-observation have shown this). I don't understand social cues and hints well, and it's better for other people to tell me about their feelings directly (however, I can learn to understand how a person feels if I study their character well).

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓥𝓸𝔁!

How you met? Yeah idk just go with it :)

Your voice of reason is much needed. I know how sometimes it seems like Vox is the voice of reason in the V's but uh... yeah no when Alastor gets involved he'll get straight up petty

Keep him in check will ya?

You being calm and analytical probably attracted him. He probably found it hot or smth-

"So how are you gonna deal with this one sweetie?"

Once he realized your thirst for justice he immediately kept you away from Val and Velvette knowing that you wouldn't like them all too much

Vulgar humor? Yeah he wouldn't mind. He'd join in

Once Vox realized you were studying him he probably found it fun, like a game and it reminded him of Alastor

"You've got your eye on me don't you?"

Contrary to popular belief I don't think that Vox is too emotional. He has a tech boy vibe about him and doesn't tend to be overly emotional. He has his more pitiful moments sure but honestly he's not as bad as some other characters

As for looking down on people... he needs an ego check. Go crazy

this is all im gonna do sorry-

#match up #hazbin hotel #matchups #matchup #hazbin #hazbin hotel matchups #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel match up #hazbin hotel match ups

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worldofroma · 9 months

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July 29th, 2023 Saturday - 10:39pm

it’s been a long time. over a month. but i want to dedicate more of my life to journaling and writing than i have been. this summer has been very lazy and sloppy for me so far, i want to change that before school begins.

a lot has gone on even though i said i’ve been lazy. i met a new friend, a coworker friend. a friend of the opposite gender. for some reason, that automatically means we are “friends with benefits” or something like that to everyone outside of the friendship. i find that unnecessary. he has a girlfriend. well, at this point, he had a girlfriend. they broke up because she believes we did something behind her back despite my desperate attempts to befriend her as well, but we never got the chance to spend time together like he and i did. all we ever did anyways was smoke and walk around talking about the most random shit that the weed brought to our minds. it was relaxing. because we all work together, it caused quite the gossip and i was stuck right in the middle. but i didn’t blame anyone for that, i would be mad too if my boyfriend was running off to get high with some other bitch. she thought i hated her, i didn’t. i don’t normally feel that strongly towards others unless they have given me a reason to hate them forever and always. but this was not the case. after they broke up (a few days ago…) he moved away to another city, but we are still in contact. that is all i will explain on that topic.

on another note, i think there may be some kind of issue within my personality and who i see myself as vs who i really am as a person. a few nights ago, i had a conversation with this guy about who i am. he told me something along the lines of “i’m convinced that you may have some sort of secret self hiding beneath whatever it is you’re showing me now and at some point in our friendship, the real you will jump out at me without any warning and i’ll just have to deal with it.” what does that even mean? not only that, but a couple weeks ago at the beach, my step dad told me he wouldn’t doubt if i was some kind of closeted psychopath given he’s known me for almost five years and still barely knows a thing about me with how often i isolate myself willingly. i was told i have a way of manipulating conversations that allows me to make the other person taking part in dialogue with me say something without them actually having the intention of saying it. like i pressure them to admit something or say something without actually doing so. but i didn’t know i could do that. i do have strong intuition and i can always catch how people usually work up to some kind of main topic when having a lengthy conversation with them whether it’s some kind of news they’re telling me, a confession they’re making, or anything they’re hesitant to just say without explanation. i’m guessing with that ability of mine, i speed up the process through my way of words without even realizing it. not to say i’m some kind of “master manipulator” because that’s cringe as hell, but i don’t even realize i’m doing it and it’s somehow done so well that it works every-time.

another topic. i’m changing my name. i was given the opportunity to change my last name from my fathers to my mothers a few years ago and my mother lost the papers. i was furious. now, my step dad (who got us the paperwork) told me that he would help find the paperwork to allow me to change my last name, but i told them both in changing my full name whether they like it or not. my real name is not something i’ll share on here, but i will say i don’t find that it suits me at all. maybe my younger self, but not anymore. i talked to my friend about it and she told me that she thinks it’s odd, she can’t see me as anyone else other than my actual name. but i can. and so can my new coworker/friend. he told me he thinks i can make the best choice for myself regardless of what other say about my decisions. i appreciated that a lot. for just over a year now, i’ve been wearing a bracelet my mother got me from italy that says “ROMA” with a heart on either side of the word. i haven’t taken it off since she gave it to me. something about it gives me comfort and having to take it off for work angers me. the sudden thought that i may have lost is actually makes my heart stop for a second. i need it. so i’ve decided i’m going to change my name to roma. roma, h-m (those two letters being for my mothers last name and my step dads last name). and i don’t care what others think of me, the people i know now can call me by my birth name, i don’t mind. it’s not some kind of deadname, i just prefer to introduce myself as roma to people i meet in the future. it allows me to be the person i want to be without having my old self clinging on for dear life like it has been, dragging me down for years.

on the topic of my future, i’ve decided exactly what i’d like to be when i’m older. a forensic psychologist. not necessarily to help people, although that is a factor, but also to deal with the crazy fucked up people in the world and try to get an understanding on why they are the way they are. i want to be just like harleen quinzel. best part is, i think my very first test subject might just be my joker. anyways, it will take a lot of time in school, but during that time i will be continuing to journal as well by going out on campus or even just in the city, taking time to interview people at random and asking them just to talk to me about whatever they want. i’d even pay them for an hour of their time just to explain to me whatever they’d like. a story, how their days going, a theory they have, their past, what they plan on getting at the grocery store later that day. i don’t care. i want to write about random people, just like reporters would write about an interview with a celebrity, but this allows people to understand that we don’t need to be idolizing the famous people of the world and being the only thing we focus on, everyone around us is a person going through their own issues too and they deserve to have light brought to them. i’d post it on a blog or whatever it is i use at that point in my life to publish the stories i collect and let the “patient” decide whether or not to remain anonymous or if they even want it shared at all. once i’ve graduated and get a job, i’ll further advance that journalism into the people i work with as a forensic psychologist, studying the patients i work with and writing all about it to help find cures or ways to help those with serious mental health issues. it’s a win-win.

in the end, this past month has been very busy yet very lazy at the same time. bush in terms of ideas and thoughts and plans i have for myself, but lazy physically. oh well, it doesn’t matter. i’m finding myself and that’s all that matters.

**i’ve decided to start adding some photos i take between the times i update this journal

#aspiring writer #journaling #literature #journal #psychology

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tekni-kali · 11 months

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Day 22

10:11p, Saturday, May 20, 2023

This today has been quite an enjoyable today!

10:52p - murrrr!! I got sidetracked :( It is now 10:52 and the reason I got sidetracked is very exciting though, so I suppose it's not worth getting too sad face over.

Newho...TODAY WAS A GREAT DAY!! We adventured to the beach! I partook in a bit of sea bathing, head underwater, treading water deeper than I am tall. The water was beyond fathomingly comforting. I wrote in my journal! I think I'm going to type the entry here...ready? Here we go:

5:09pm, Saturday, May 20, 2023 I am at the Beach with Behb! I took pictures, maybe one day I'll actually buy photo paper & print one...maybe I'll leave space here so I can tape it in!! How many lines?

Mmm...Here seems good...so yeh! Em listening to music, actually super comfy. NGL... I am listening to the Kira Kira album by The Irresistable Force. It's a great vibe! The journal is on the pillow, that is serving as a table, propped up against my footrest for the lounge chair. The breeze is amazing. I'm texting my mother, pausing to look out across the vast gulf to my left every so often. My mom (Lady) is in NYC atm...apparently she logged her PR [runner lingo - personal record] for running in & completing a half marathon. She sent video of her engulfed in a crowd of others running through a rainstorm. I scolded her. -----------------> moving on. I am excited to be writing at the beach again! I got in the water! Did I write that already? Oh...IDC...at least now I'll remember how pleased I was with the experience of partaking in a bit of sea bathing at the Sandkey! KIRA KIRA IS COMPLETE, WHAT WILL I LISTEN TO NEXT?! OH! I got a snap! Let's Check! ----------------->05:32 05:38p - It is very hard to write & talk to people on my phone by text. But it's hard to do talking at the beach & I found an album to queue any so... We are now listening to: 5AM [song], Paradise Blown [Album], 9 Lazy 9 [Artist] --- I am glad to be pausing between messages to scribble sum synapse drops. Although it requires me to divert my attention, it is also serving as the topic for actually dropping. Plus, I cherish her dearly and I am enjoying making words with her. I want to remember to write about the email...I might switch to phone though because the wind is picking up...It is nice to adjust position & I am extremely comfortable...AND pleased with the level of ease in which it is being done. The album was released in 1994. -------------------------->06.04p

11:15p - so yeah....that's what I wrote in the journal while I was at the beach today. I took a bunch of pictures!!! But, not only did we go to the beach today! We both got haircuts -- I am very happy with it! It's nice and short and hopefully will take 3 weeks to need another. Plus I finally used the leave-in conditioner I bought...It smells very nice!! [Product URL: Pardon My Fro] While laundry was laund'rin, we walked to food and came back 20 minutes late. It was Saturday and we lucked out no one else was there. There have definitely been more stressful laundry visits...at least the television didn't get turned on this time until we were leaving...so that was nice. Lupe Fiasco [Sentrock is nice!] made folding and packing a breeze. After laundry, we dropped back by the house unloaded, showered, and hopped back in the car. As we crossed over the bridge and left the island, heading an hour westbound for the beach...and just as we hit the red light after coming off the bridge...raindrops began bombarding Bex's windshield.

:D Newho...time for bed now I s'pose. I typed more than I thought, should I draft it before clicky the blue button?!

:shrug:

-11:27p

[12:04a - I posted it!...but privately ^_^]

*Made public 11:12p - 05/21.

#Day 22 #personal #log

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lolibles · 3 years

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A-Z with kazuha

character: kazuha x reader

pure fluff, complete brainrot, some angst not much tho

synopsis: the fluff alphabet with kazuha

implied gn!reader but please let me know if there are any mistakes or things i should look out for when writing gn!reader, im still learning!! <3 NOT PROOFREAD its so long and im lazy :)

A- how affectionate are they with their s/o?

kazuha is a very affectionate person, and he doesn’t try to hide it. kazuha is known for his flowery words, while kazuha loves to turn all kinds of things into poetry, its painfully obvious when one is about you. kazuha never fails to show his affection and love to you with his words and endless haikus of you. he can not stop talking about you, and even though sometimes he does it to tease you and get a laugh at your flustered expression, every time he declares his undying love for you, he means it.

B- what their s/o does that takes their breath away?

there are many things you do that take his breath away, but one thing that makes his heart do backflips is when you remember his haikus, and keep his gifted poems. kazuha has dedicated too many of his poems to you to count, kazuha himself can barely remember all of them. so you can say he was very shocked when one night you randomly whispered a poem he created for you months ago into his ear. kazuha was beyond shocked, his head never turned so fast to look at you, eyes widening. when he asked how you still remembered it, you pulled out a little notebook with scribbles of the poems and pieces of paper stuck inside with notes of dates, and the occasional doodles. you said it was so you never forget any of them, even when you were old. as kazuha flipped through the book he noticed poems from as far back as when he barely knew you. kazuha turned back to you and buried his head in your neck, attempting to hide the blush on his face as he kept mumbling i love you. his heart was swooning with love and joy for you, he knew you loved him, but he never knew something as simple as that could make his whole world stop.

C- do they like cuddling? if so, how and when?

kazuha loves cuddling so much. kazuha is honestly pretty touch starved so he constantly craves your touch. kazuha also gets pretty tired after working a full day out on the alcor or helping out with the resistance. he believes after a full days worth of hard work nothing beats lazing around tangled in your arms. kazuha doesn’t mind being the big spoon or little spoon. there are times of vulnerability where kazuha just needs you to hold him close, run your fingers through his hair and tell him everything will be okay. and there are times where he wants to hold you tight in his embrace as if he was protecting you for the most malicious forces in the world. there are also times where he simply just wants to be close to you, bodies smushed together, his hands wrapped around you with his neck buried in your collar. he tries to make you laugh or giggle so he can feel the vibrations of your sweet voice. kazuha loves to cuddle you at night before bed, he loves to fall asleep with you, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep, the warmth of your body is so pleasant and inviting. however cuddling at night often means waking up much later than usual. it means that either beidou or gorou angrily barging into your quarters to wake you guys up because you both were late, threatening to split the both of you up since you can never wake up on time.

D- what do they dream of doing with their s/o?

kazuha is a simple man, he finds joy and love in the littlest things. but that doesn’t ever stop him for dreaming- or rather hoping. he wishes one day he can walk down the streets of his hometown and show you the different sights. he hopes that there will be a day when he can see you wear a kimono, under the moonlight as he takes you up to a secluded spot to view the beautiful fireworks, although he will argue that you are far more lovely. kazuha hopes to bring you to see the sakura trees bloom, as you talk about how you wished you could’ve have seen them earlier, he wishes he can brush off the flower petals on your head before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. most importantly kazuha hopes that one day, he can bring you to visit his friend. even if he no longer is blessed upon this world, kazuha is sure he would have loved you. it is only necessary for kazuha to introduce his beloved to his only family.

E- how much effort do they put into the relationship?

kazuha pours his entire soul into your relationship, you are the only one he has left after all. kazuha believes his sole purpose is to treat you like his queen, if even for a second you feel like you aren’t loved, then he has failed. kazuha wants to serve you, though you often tell him he should try to put himself first, he’d merely chuckle and say “if i’m the reason you smile as brightly as the sun, the reason you sleep well at night or the reason you wish to wake up the next day. then there is not a thing i would change.”

F - do they want to start a family with their s/o? what is parenting like with them?

after getting over kazuha's fear of marriage (check M), kazuha wouldn't mind starting a family. although he is perfectly fine if it is just the two of you. if you want children then he is ready to learn, for you. i think kazuha would settle with one or two children, and he says he doesn't mind if you have a girl or a boy- but he is hoping on a boy. kazuha would be a great dad, apart from the fact he travels a lot and is rarely home. he tries his best to be there for you, he usually takes on jobs in the area you are staying or go on shorter trips with the crux while you are in the first few years having a child. he doesn't want to leave all the work to you of raising a young child, nor does he want to miss out those precious years of being a new parent. he loves adventuring but he loves his family too. another thing kazuha can not get enough of is seeing the look on your child's face when he arrives back after a trip, waiting for him at the harbour, flailing their arms about to capture his attention. and he can not ignore the look on your face either, so happy that your loving husband is home. kazuha can be strict but he prefers not to be, he can't say no to those curious eyes that look just like yours. i like to think that kazuha teaches your child to be a smooth talker just like him, this means they both get out of trouble a lot with you. despite kazuha's aloof demeanour, he actually has a rather playful side to him often pulling small pranks with your child on you. he tells your child stories of all kinds of adventures he has been on, your heart swoons at the sight of your child resting atop his chest trying his best not to fall asleep due to the warmth kazuha radiates. kazuha teaches your child all about inazuma and his heritage, telling them about the history and how one day he will bring both them and you to visit his homeland. the safety of his family is his number one priority, he will do anything to protect you and your child. he also teaches your child how to fight, and most importantly self-defence. if you both are travellers though, you decide to wait until your child is older to bring them on your adventures. and when they are, beidou certainly doesn't mind having a little kid running around the alcor causing a ruckus amongst other crew members.

G- what kind of gifts to they give their s/o? do they want one in return?

kazuha has always loved the sentiment of crafting a handmade gift. the amount of time and effort that goes into making something, is enough to show how much love someone has for them. kazuha also always loves to imagine what kind of expression you’d have after receiving his gift, he never asks for anything in return, well actually occasionally he’ll ask for a kiss thats it. kazuha remembers making you a beautiful hairpin, one that matched with his maple leaf haori. he gave it to you one night randomly, his hands pushing aside a bit of your hair to pin up. the way your eyes closed as he inches closer, his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin. when he finally backed away from you to take a look at his masterpiece, he was stunned. the way your face glistened from under the moonlight, you were so ethereal. his breath hitched, and the calm man sitting in front of you became flustered. kazuha made a note to always mentally prepare himself before giving you a gift that you could physically wear- if not he’d definitely blow a fuse.

H- do they hug their s/o? how often?

kazuha definitely hugs you, but i feel like hugs only happen at specific times. of course he will indulge you if you ask for it. kazuha hugs you when he misses you, when he needs you close to him. if you didn’t travel with him, he hugs you a goodbye and a hello. kazuha hugs you tightly because he knows he will be leaving soon, or he misses you so much and never wants to let you go. if someone ever makes kazuha jealous (which doesn’t happen very often), he will hug you from your waist whilst no one was looking, as he buries his head into your neck, taking in your scent. “your mine.” he’d whisper, hugging you tighter. “i am yours.”

I- how romantic are they? do they have problems with being intimate?

kazuha has very little problems with intimacy, he is a naturally romantic person. the way he speaks should be more than enough as evidence. he doesn’t get flustered easily, and he loves to see your expressions when he does something overly romantic- cheesy even, at the most random times. his poetry and haikus are often of you, he doesn’t shy away from flirting with you, teasing you, and constantly he is thinking of different ways to show his love to you. like i said he never knows what may happen tomorrow, so he is going to spend every day in the present being romantic and loving to you.

J- do they get jealous easily? how do they act?

i can’t typically see kazuha as getting jealous easily. there is often the rare occasion of him getting impatient because someone else has held your attention for too long, but other than that its very rare for kazuha to get jealous- he trusts you too much and feels like there’s simply no need for such feelings. i feel like one of the only few times kazuha would get jealous is when he’s drunk. drunk kazuha is needy and clingy, he wants to be around no one but you. if there is the slightest bit of space between you two, kazuha is determined to get rid of it by any means necessary. if you’re having a conversation with someone, be prepared to continue it another day because kazuha is whisking you away and peppering you with kisses while glaring at the person who kept you away from him the whole time. it gets a little uncontrollable when it happens, but kazuha remembers everything that happens the night before and his reaction is absolutely priceless.

K- are they a good kisser? do they like it? how often?

kazuha is miraculously a great kisser, well that is debatable from the beginning since he didn’t have much experience but he learnt very fast, and he is an amazing learner. kazuha’s everyday kisses can range from many varieties. kazuha’s forehead kisses usually linger for just the right amount of time, they are comforting and homely. it feels like you can tell how much kazuha trusts and adores you when he gives you forehead kisses. kazuha’s cheek kisses are different. they are quick and fleeting, usually he peppers your face with them, instead of a single kiss. it is playful and often filled with laughter, kazuha does it with a teasing note as his hands cup your face and pulls you closer for another kiss attack. lastly kazuha’s kisses on your lips, saved for the most romantic and intimate moments you share. often hidden from the public where kazuha can show you how much he loves you without any interruptions. they are passionate and always leaves the both of you wanting for more. he kisses you not too rough not too gentle, just until your lips are slightly plump and red. he takes your cheek in his hand, his other on your waist, pulling you close he whispers “may i?” and if you allow him, he will make sure this is a kiss you never forget.

bonus: kisses on the back of your neck, saved for the most private moments. if you have longer hair he likes to brush your hair back and place a teasing kiss on your neck, just to see you get flustered. and if you have shorter hair he finds himself often staring at the back of your neck, and just decides to indulge himself a few times with a kiss- teasing you along the way.

L- when do they say i love you? how often? do they say or show it more?

kazuha has always been more of a mix of both, he tends to show his love a lot yet he never fails to let you know he loves you. kazuha says it when it is just the two of you, when he has your attention and he has yours. he says it while tangled in your arms, under the blankets as you try to fight the feeling of sleep so you can spend more time with your beloved. kazuha shows it in his actions, even if done unconsciously, he somehow manages to convey ‘i love you’. its evident in the way he smiles for you, his eyes glistening as he lets out a hearty laugh. its evident in the way he holds your hand, guiding you down the stairs- even though you are perfectly capable of walking on your own. it is evident in the way he stares at you while you patch him up after he got hurt again, listening to your mother-like nagging to be careful. he doesn’t always say it outright, but you know, you know he loves you.

M- thoughts on marriage? how do they want to hold the ceremony?

well kazuha definitely has thought about it, thats for sure. in all honesty he is a little intimidated by the idea of marriage. don’t get me wrong, he wants to get married to you, its just kazuha has an interesting past. he’s afraid that somehow even if he’s miles away from her, she’d end up coming back to haunt him, and this time take you too. kazuha also knows unlike others, he can’t offer you the most stable life. he fled from his own country, a god literally wants him dead. he wanders around without an end destination, no real home anymore. he wonders if you really want to get married to someone like him- this thoughts are the things that keep him awake at night. if you ever help kazuha get over his fears and make him understand you love him for who he is now, perhaps he wouldn’t hesitate before popping the question. he would love a quiet and small ceremony, he doesn’t mind a grand wedding but he would prefer something more lowkey and intimate. no distractions so he can take it all in, you finally are his.

N- what are dates like with them? how often do you guys have night outs?

dates aren’t as easy to come by with kazuha, working on the sea or with the resistance means work needs to be done and there isn’t much time for going out. but kazuha makes it work, most of the time its rather spontaneous. kazuha would appear before you and ask you to close your eyes, taking your hands in his to guide you to a little spot he made up on the alcor. hidden away from the drunkards causing a ruckus on deck. he sits you down next to him on a nice blanket and asks you to open your eyes. its a cute little get up, a few snacks and sake under the stars. kazuha would apologise for not being able to give you a proper date, yet you couldn’t ask for more. he’d pull you close saying he didn’t want you to get cold, and he’d teach you about stars and constellations.

another time while you both were working hard for the resistance, kazuha showed up by your tent at night and asked you to accompany for a walk. kazuha would take your hand in his, as he carried an umbrella over your heads. he wouldn’t bring you too far from camp but he tried to make your time worthwhile. he’d tell you about the poems he made of you the afternoon since he missed you the whole day. he’d promise to take you somewhere nicer once everything was under control again- he gives your hand a squeeze and kisses you on the cheek. it wasn’t much but it was all you both had. )

O- what would they do if their s/o got hurt or injured badly? (ouch)

it doesn’t matter how hurt you got, small or big, kazuha feels his world stop spinning. his mind flashes back to the moment he watched his friend die, and he desperately tries to keep his emotions at bay. tears threaten to spill, his voice cracks as he asks where you are. he gets to you as fast as he can, he begs that his legs don't give way yet. he blames himself for not being able to protect you, he couldn't save his friend, but please not you. the moment he catches the glimpse of your body bandaged up, bruises scattered all over skin, he can not contain the amount of guilt that rushes over himself. kazuha is by your side in an instant, taking your hand gently as he lets his eyes scan over your injury. he doesn't stop apologising, he lowers his head as he lets the waterworks run. ironically watching kazuha blame himself for not being able to protect you hurts more than the injuries you have sustained. if you can, please take him into your arms, tell him it's not his fault and you are okay. kazuha wouldn't know what to do if you were gone too.

P- are they playful in the relationship? how do they mess around with their s/o?

it may not look like it, but kazuha is rather playful. especially when it is just the two of you, kazuha suppresses the urge to not tease you. he can't help that you are just so easy to tease. he likes to challenge you to little games at the expense of a kiss. he loves seeing your expressions when he teases you, or purposely loses to you at a game. he also loves to flirt with you, tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you his- even if you already are. he definitely is the type to ask you if your single and want to date him while you are dating, he says "your boyfriend doesn't need to know, so just come with me" and if you play along he falls more in love. it's also dangerous if your a ticklish person, he will often poke you just to hear your laugh or squeal. he craves to hear your melodic laugh, he never wants you to shut up. kazuha is never mean when he plays around with you though, he never crosses the line and he can read the mood well. he knows when is the right time to mess around with you, and he knows when to stop. as much as he loves it he never wants to make you mad. i

Q- what will they do if their s/o is queer or part of the LGBT community? how will they react?

kazuha doesn't mind, he believes that love is love and coincidentally he loves you for you. kazuha listens and is keen on learning your past and why you decides to be who you are now. he picks up on your prefered pronouns without hesitation and treats you with nothing but respect. if you are insecure about it, he will make it his only goal to write you a poem a day about how much he loves you and how much he wishes for you to find self love. kazuha is aware of the occasional disapproval from outsiders, and he doesn't think twice before using his vision to mess with them, knocking them off their balance or messing up their hair. he tells you that others may say what they want but you need not worry for there are many others who love you and will love you for the rest of their lives- him included.

R- how random and spontaneous is the relationship?

a relationship with kazuha is beyond random. there are moments when kazuha just grabs your hand and takes you away to some place because he wants to be with you. kazuha enjoys surprising you with things as well, if he sees something he thinks you will like, he will buy it or attempt to make it for you. when he travels he definitely brings you back pressed flowers or pretty gemstones that remind him of you. kazuha often does things for you on a "just because" basis, even if it holds no significant reason, he will give you a gift, give you a kiss or whatever you want. kazuha also randomly declares his love for you just because.

S- what do they do is their s/o is scared?

kazuha knows what its like to be scared, to feel petrified to the point its hard to breathe, hard to speak, hard to move. his world crumbles at the thought of how you may go through emotions like that. he never wants you to go through any pain, it simply doesn’t matter what causes you to feel so frightened. if it scares you, it scares you. there is no need for him to laugh at you or belittle your feelings. kazuha will never forgive himself if he makes you feel invalidated. when you are scared, kazuha will be by your side in an instant, his arms engulfing you like a warm blanket, as he whispers sweet nothings into you ear. he asks you to focus on his fingers tracing shapes onto your back. he doesn’t let go of you until he feel your heart rate return to normal. and when it does, he releases you from his tight grip to kiss away the tears rolling down your cheeks. giving you a simple smile. “my love, i wont let anything harm you. i love you.”

T- how much do they trust their s/o?

to be in a relationship means kazuha trusts you a lot. kazuha has gone through much, and is constantly on the run. there are few people he can open up to and trust that they would not leave him behind. it takes a while for kazuha to tell you about everything, don't get me wrong he knows he loves you but it isn't easy to bring something so dark about his past to light. he hopes you don't get mad or disturbed by him for keeping it hidden for so long. when he finally does tell you about his past, and you stick by him no matter what he feels his heart slowly gets put back into place.

U- do they like to take things slow or fast? (urgency)

kazuha takes things at a pretty average pace. honestly it's kind of like a write off, he knows it will take him a while to fully trust someone yet he is undoubtedly touch-starved. and when it comes to you he can't seem to hold himself back. when kazuha courts you its slow and relaxed, he never wants to force you into a relationship and make you uncomfortable. he takes his time to learn what you like and dislike, he takes his time to get to know you. and when you finally start dating he tends to take things faster, not too fast though, he makes sure everything he does is okay with you before rushing in head first. unconsciously he tends to touch you a lot, he finds comfort in your warmth. sometimes it's as simple as brushing your hair back, and sometimes it's having his hands on your thigh while you sit next to him. he just loves it so much.

V- how vocal are they about the relationship? do they want it to be a secret?

kazuha prefers to keep it lowkey. only a few people know of your relationship with him. he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him, after all he is rather infamous for escaping from the shogunate and their leader. he also is more on the private side. however its very easy to tell that kazuha is infatuated with you solely by the way he looks at you, talk of you. you can tell that he is completely smitten over you, it takes someone awfully dense to not realise his feelings for you.

W- random scenario with them! (wild card)

the first time kazuha saw you dressed up so beautifully was when beidou insisted that the both of you attended a party in liyue with her. he didn't enjoy parties as much but he thought it would be nice for you to take a break from running away, and if you were there he was sure it would be a lot more bearable. and he was right, it was. beidou had whisked you away earlier to be presentable for the occasion, kazuha himself had to wear something he wasn't used to- he thought it was uncomfortable. but the moment he saw you walk out of the room dressed to the nines, all the discomfort that came with his outfit was thrown out the window and replaced with fluster. kazuha was quick to regain his normal charm however, throwing compliments in your directions as he held out his arm for you to hold- yet not even his sly behaviour could escape your eyes, there indeed was a blush on his cheeks. beidou left the two of you to be, enjoying the food and lovely music playing in the background, yet all kazuha could hear was the melody of your voice. as the room fell silent and a slow tune began, kazuha earned a few nudges from beidou "ask them to dance" she whispered. and he did, it felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale. his eyes were burning into yours as he reached his hand out. you gladly accepted, but you never knew kazuha had learnt to dance, especially so well. you suppose everything about him is eloquent. the moment was something you'd cherish for the entirety of your life, the feeling of him guiding your footsteps along to his. his hands resting perfecting on your waist as yours did by his neck. he often made small jokes about the other stuck up guests, which made you laugh. his heart fluttered. as the song came to an end, you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. a smile appeared on his face, your action warming his chest.

"won't you dance with me again, my love?"

X- do they like petnames? do they use petnames? (XOXO)

kazuha loves using petnames on you. he likes to call you darling or my love. he finds using nicknames rather endearing, and he loves how you react with a simple "hm?" because you know he loves you like that. if you ever give kazuha a petname his heart swoons in adoration for you. he loves them! but kazuha also loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, the sound of your voice is like maple syrup in his ears.

Y- what do they do when they yearn for you?

missing you is something kazuha is unfortunately used to. given that kazuha is a traveller it is understandable why you two are often apart. when kazuha misses you, everyone can tell. especially since your absence in his life is all his poetry becomes. he muses how you are and how it hurts being so far from you. he often finds himself immersed in creating more haikus to show you when he finally reunites with you. more here.

Z- what is sleeping like with them? (zzz)

sleeping with kazuha is warm, you never have to fear the cold especially with kazuha's arms wrapped protectively around you. kazuha doesn't care whether he is the big spoon or small spoon, he just wants to be with you. if he spoons you, just make sure that he wakes up earlier than you if not he is never letting go. his grip is not too tight but still very strong around you. he enjoys being close to you and he loves how you let him be near you. if you are spooning him, please let kazuha rest his head in the crook of your neck. he loves to feel your heartbeat as he tries to fall asleep, the last thing he hears is your heart thumping every so peacefully. the smell of your soap puts him to sleep in a way he never knew it could. he loves how this time you wrap your arms around him to protect him instead, for once he feels like in your arms, he is perfectly safe.

oh my god this took so damn long???? but i didn't have much inspiration and this just came to mind. some letters were EXTREMELY hard to write so please excuse if its a little ooc i tried ;-; im glad im done tho, this honestly is the longest thing i have written in a very very long time and im really happy i did. im also pretty excited to try it for other characters i already have childe's and xiao's one in mind :) anyway!!!!!! please let me know if you liked this thank u bebs muah...

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boytouya · 3 years

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𝙄𝙣𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙊𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

words: 1k

request: “aizawa with a male reader who's mean looking and has a punk aesthetic, but actually just looks angry all the time because bad eyesight and bad memory”

a/n: i didn’t write this! @8ucki did, i just added a sentence or two in. if you still want me to write it i’d be happy to :)

Shota’s class is quiet after hours, the air of the classroom humid from groups of sweaty teens bustling in and out all day, the summer sun beating through the window panes of the ample room. You’re sat on a random desk, kicking your legs out childishly while music dances through the bud of your earphones. It’s not often you get to see Shota working, his dedication to keeping work-life separate from your relationship works most of the time, unless you’re pestering him to spend time together- even if it does mean listening to music while he scribbles corrections on his kids’ english papers.

You’re busy tracing the empty space of skin that adorns your tattooed forearm when you hear a cough in front of you, Shota’s idly staring over at you with a small smile on his face.

He’s a kind man, with a considerable amount of love for his job and his friends. His long black hair is swept up into a lazy bun that’s hanging loosely at the nape of his neck, strands falling out around his face and into his vision. There’s pale bruise-like bags that sit heavy under his eyes and an uneven shadow of stubble across his jaw. He’s still smiling at you, softly, wordlessly asking if you’re okay and you find yourself copying his expression, and nodding his way.

He goes back to scribbling and you can’t help but wonder how you got so damn lucky. Everyone’s first impression of you is always along the lines of ‘mean’ or ‘intimidating’ there’s little to the imagination where those descriptions of you came from. You have tattoos inking your body, spiraling from your neck down to your ankles, in between the crevices of your ribs and the expanse of your back; piercings too- ones that adorn your face, bars of black metal sticking through the curves of your ears and the skin of your nose and lip. It’s never been a second thought to you, about how you look or what people think. Until you met Aizawa.

You remember the first time you met his homeroom class, a bunch of teenagers with a passion for getting into trouble. Of course, you had heard all about them multiple times before; Shota may not show it but he has almost as much parental instinct when it comes to those kids as he does when it comes to your cat or the inhuman amount of houseplants that cover your flat.

The fond memory of your first meeting with his class brings a smile to your face, remembering a few students who came to ask about your tattoos and even some about the nature of your quirk. Then the questions came, about how their Sensei got with such a punk- or how did you meet (not that you’d answer that one aloud).

“Hey,” Shota says grumpily, pulling you out of your fond train of thought, his voice rough around the edges “Been trying to get your attention for five minutes. You ready to go?” He says, failing to stifle the ghost of a smile that contorts his face. Of course you’d forgotten about it, even for just a minute, but he didn’t mind. He’s stood against his desk now, leaning against it with his head cocked towards you. His shirt sleeves are pulled up to the elbows and the pale expanse of skin is risen with light blue veins, even after your constant pestering he hasn’t gotten a single tattoo on his empty canvas of a body.

You meet his eyes and suddenly there’s that all too familiar warmth flooding up the back of your neck, creeping its way to the tips of your ears and creating a swarm of butterflies in the depth of your stomach. “Yeah.. yeah I’m ready.” You say, smiling, the bar of your tongue piercing pressing against the roof of your mouth as you do so.

Shota decides to walk home, your shared flat a comfortable few blocks away from the school. The air is still humid from the heat of the beating summer sun and you walk lazily next to him, loosely holding hands as you do so.

“I think I want to get another tattoo,” You say offhandedly, watching the way your intertwined hands sway as you walk. Shota just raises a brow and makes a questioning noise in the back of his throat, “Yeah, I want a cat in a sleeping bag, thoughts?” You end up laughing out, squeezing Shota’s hand when he tells you that you’re embarrassingly cheesy. You squint your eyes at him, making out the blanket of stubble framing his face.

“Yeah but you love me for it.” You reply, poking your tongue out at the older man in response. He only rolls his eyes to that.

The kids have warmed up to you by the fourth time you’ve seen them, happily greeting you with smiles as you sit on the wood of Shota’s desk. Some of them ask to see your new tattoo and end up cooing at the sensitive picture that’s been buried into the skin of your forearm. A little black cat snoozing in a sleeping bag, it’s simple really, but everyone who sees it seems to get the message.

Hizashi swings by with a cup of coffee for you and Shota, he comes over to you and pulls you to the side, uncharacteristically quiet as he speaks. “He loves ya, y’know? Crazy for you. Even the kids can tell.” It’s a small gesture, something so tiny and seemingly obvious to absolutely everyone else but just being told how in love with you he seems to be- how explicit it can be read from his face- it has your heart bursting.

“Yeah, I love him too.” You smile, thanking the blond haired man for your mug of coffee before turning to look in Shota’s direction, your eyes meeting happily.

Maybe you’ll convince him to get that tattoo after all, if you remember.

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floralseokjin · 3 years

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⤑ made-up love song epilogue (m).

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher living with your best friend, and have never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire.

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, romance, fluff, a final resolution, smut; oral (male receiving), penetration, got a lot spicier than i initially imagined, oc was feeling herself words; 6,503

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

author’s note; fun fact, I’ve never actually written an epilogue before, but it felt fitting this time around, to tie up all the loose(ish) ends and satisfyingly bring it to a close – she says as if she isn’t writing drabble upon drabble (and more) lol but you get what I mean. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading ~

“The rabbits!” Seokjin cried out of the blue, jumping to his feet.

Immediately you found yourself slumped into the sofa, having been leaning against him, cuddled up all morning. You sat up, confused as you looked at him. “What?”

His eyes were wide with panic. “I need to feed them! Arin will kill me if she finds out.”

“Relax,” you chuckled, taking a hand in yours to tug him back to you. He stepped between your legs but kept standing. “They won’t starve to death. When did you feed them last?”

“Last night,” he thought. “Just after I came home from work. Maybe 7.”

You checked his watch, seeing it was just gone eleven. “They’ll be fine for another half hour.” You stood up, tugging his hand again, but this time to lead him to the kitchen. “Come on, let’s take the stuff for brunch to your place.”

You’d stayed in bed for a while this morning, just happily holding and kissing one another, still buzzed and definitely still basking in that post-orgasm glow. When you’d finally managed to escape the warmth of your sheets, you’d showered together. Your bathroom was a lot smaller than his – obviously – and your shower bath was even tinier, but you made it work, until you didn’t, Seokjin nearly toppling out over the side while simultaneously nearly getting rolled up in the shower curtain. Of course that had given you the giggles, but you’d composed yourself, finishing up, getting dry and then getting dressed for the day. Luckily, Seokjin had some clothes at your place, so he didn’t have to recycle the ones he’d slept in last night.

You were treating this day like a Sunday, making the most of being lazy on the sofa before you inevitably had to go and cook brunch up.

He stopped in his tracks, making you turn back. “You sure?” He asked, pulling you to him, nuzzling his nose against your jaw as his arms wrapped around waist. “I wanted to stay here this weekend.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from chuckling, linking your hands around his neck as he placed a kiss behind your ear. “It doesn’t matter where we are as long as we’re together.”

He pulled back to see you, his plump lips already curved into a smile. “You speak such truth. I’m forever awestruck by you.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, but that didn’t stop you from stealing a small kiss.

Seokjin decided he wanted more, pressing kiss upon kiss to your lips with enjoyable hums. “I love you,” he declared causally after the last that lingered a little. Then he grinned. “How many time will I say that today before it gets annoying?”

You smiled fondly at him. “You could never be annoying.” You got the last kiss. “I love you.”

A lazy day was a lazy day regardless of the house. After Seokjin made sure the rabbits were happy, fed and had fresh water, you started brunch, eating it on the kitchen island as the rain continued, falling down against the tall windows. Any other day you would have found the weather depressing, but not today. Not when you were bursting with happiness and beautifully content. Besides, that just meant you had even more of a reason to do nothing, cuddled up on Seokjin’s large corner sofa as you picked up the series the both of you had started watching a couple of weeks ago.

At around 5pm you started toying with the idea of going out for dinner somewhere, but then you hadn’t brought along the right clothes and by now it was raining heavier than it had all day. The idea of putting on makeup made you feel even lazier, so you decided on takeout in the evening and a movie instead.

As Seokjin was arranging the containers and plates around the coffee table, ready to dig in, movie ready to go, you slipped out a question. There’d been something on your mind all day, nothing major of course, but still, you didn’t quite know how to bring it up.

“What time is Arin coming home tomorrow?”

“I’m unsure,” he replied, briefly looking over at you before he opened up the black bean noodles. “I need to text Nana.”

You nodded, opening you mouth to ask a follow up question, but hesitating last minute. He looked at you again, sensing your caution and raised a concerned eyebrow. You hated seeing him worried, so you rushed ahead. “Do you want me to go home beforehand?”

“No, of course not,” he exclaimed, before he furrowed his brow. “Unless you want to of course… If you feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t,” you were quick to reassure. You wanted to be there actually, if he was okay with it. “I was thinking her and I should clear the air.”

You could see Seokjin deep in thought for a brief second before he nodded, sitting back against the sofa to take your hand. “It won’t be like last time. I promise.”

Seokjin had already told you some of what he and Nana had spoken about Thursday evening, so you knew not to be worried about any potential conflict, but still, you didn’t want to blindside her. “We should probably check with her first though, right?”

“Okay,” he agreed. Giving you a smile, he squeezed your thigh. “I’ll call her after the movie.”

“Should I turn off the lamp?”

You nodded in reply, watching Seokjin lean over his side of the bed to flick the only form of light you had off. When he rolled onto his back, you immediately pounced, hooking a leg over his hip to settle yourself on top of him, your stomachs flush. It may have nearing 12am, but sleep was not the thing on your mind.

“Oh, hello,” he responded, happily surprised as his hands found your hips, nudging you closer.

“Hello,” you smiled, wasting no time with meeting your mouths.

You were a woman on a mission, knowing exactly what you wanted. Today had been lovely, and yes, you’d already had sex today, but when had that ever stopped you before? You were happy and in love and just couldn’t keep your hands (and lips) off of your boyfriend. On top of that, you were just in a great mood, full of positivity. Nana was fine with meeting tomorrow and that meant you could all clear the air and move forward. You’d finally get to see Arin again too, you’d missed her.

Things were perfect, if you did say so yourself, everything heading in the right direction, and right now you wanted to celebrate that. With Seokjin. In the best kind of way.

“I would have kept the light on if I knew we’d be kissing,” Seokjin murmured wetly against your lips, his tongue missing yours by a second as you started to trail your way down his chin, throat and then his chest, kissing over his pyjama shirt.

He felt you start to undo the buttons, his cock beginning to rouse expectantly which was highly amusing for you. As you exposed more and more of his chest your lips followed suit, kissing down his stomach, past his belly button to stop just above his pyjama pants, the tiny hairs that littered the skin tickling. You pulled the shirt open, working your way up again, Seokjin helpfully keeping your hair out of your eyes as he tried to hungrily watch you at work, the light of the moon shining through the gaps in the drapes casting enough light to be able to make you out.

He let out a shaky moan when you flicked the tip of your tongue against his right nipple, laughing at himself afterwards.

Back at his mouth, you didn’t stay too long before you sat up, straddling him.

“Where are you going?” He wailed, annoyed you didn’t want his kisses.

But it wasn’t that you didn’t want them, more like you wanted something else…

You moved downwards, covers collecting at the end of the bed as you slotted in between his eagerly opening legs, his hips bucking when you cupped his now fully erect (and trapped) member. You began to run your hand up and down it, a grin on your face as you looked up. “You’re so easy.”

Eyes having adjusted, you saw his grin was a little more bashful, eyes half lidded as he admired the view before him. “Only for you.”

Ever the flatterer, you had him inside the warmth of your mouth in no time. You weren’t shy by any means, especially now what with all the times you and Seokjin had been intimate, but there was something about being surrounded in near darkness that gave you a fresh surge of confidence. In the glow of the moon, you could make out Seokjin’s parted lips, his eyes piercing the ceiling, giving you a glorious view of his thick neck, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down slowly as his breathing got shallower, just enjoying the moment. He looked handsome as hell – mixed with that pyjama shirt pushed sinfully open, his toned chest and stomach on full display. For you.

Taking him deeper, you reached for him, running your hands up his stomach, feeling the firm ridges of muscle. He let out a deep moan, looking down to take your hands in his, eyes heavy with desire as he clasped them tight. You eased up a little, smiling around his cock before you started sucking the tip, caressing your tongue over him time and time again.

He lifted his hips up, eager for more and you wrestled one of your hands free from his to clasp it around the base of his dick, feeling how wet it was from your saliva as you slowly started jerking him off, placing small, wet kisses against his slit.

With the hand still on his torso, he slipped his fingers between yours, head relaxing back, eyes shut once he felt you softly begin to massage his balls, coating them in the spit that had dripped down onto them. You took him deeper again, picking up speed as you bobbed your head up and down. The sensation just about exploded his mind.

“Jesus, fuck, baby,” he gasped, free hand running through his hair and tugging at the roots. “If you keep that up I’ll cum.”

You found it cute how bad his voice trembled, pulling off to smirk. “And is that a bad thing?”

“Nope, it’s not bad,” he agreed, a little more himself now that you’d spared him for a few seconds. “I just thought we could do some other stuff too.”

“Some other stuff?” you laughed, lifting on your knees to crawl closer to him. You continued to massage his balls, feeling them tighten. “Like what?”

He took a shaky breath, rolling his hips into your touch. “Like…” He paused to groan. Now you were jerking him again, your thumb rolling small circles against his slit. “Sex.” He tried again. “I want to have sex with you.”

“You do?”

“I always want to have sex with you.”

And impatient now, his hands gripped your waist, tugging you to him. You squealed, fingers slipping from his cock to land on his chest, the movement sudden enough to make you think you were falling. He kissed you hastily, a soft growl in his throat as his palm grazed over your ass, fingertips playing with the frill detail of your shorts.

“I’d be inside you 24/7 if it was possible.”

“God, I want it to be possible so bad.” You practically lamented, his mouth on your neck now, licking strips up and down the sensitive skin.

He made another noise, cock twitching against your thigh. You felt impatient yourself now, hands finding the collars of his shirt to push it over his shoulders, needing to strip him. He lifted his back of the bed, letting you shimmy the item off before his hands grabbed at your vest, lifting it up over your head in no time. Your mouths met in a rush, his hands palming your breasts, making you moan out, nipples sensitive as he pinched them between his thumb and forefinger.

You went to move, wanting to get rid of his pants but he stopped you, fingers wrapping around your ribs.

“W-wait, wait, wait, wait,” he babbled, pulling you closer. “Let me taste them.” To explain further, he caressed a finger down your left breast, making you shudder. “Mine,” he whispered possessively and then you found yourself hovering over his face, his hands cupping the soft, sensitive flesh as he kissed and sucked them in turn.

You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter, shorts uncomfortable as he swirled his tongue around and around your nipple, nipping it gently as he pulled away. “I love your body,” he breathed – hard. “I love you.”

“Mhmm,” you moaned deeply, watching him suck on the other boob now. Your fingers dug into the pillow, arms trembling with pleasure. “I love you, too.”

He made a noise of approval, finally letting you break free so you could get his pants down over his hips. His erection was so hard by now it almost stood poker straight, veins angrily visible even in the faint lighting. Pyjama pants below his knees, he eagerly kicked them off the rest of the way, watching as you peeled off your shorts. Both naked, he moaned as you straddled him, sliding up and down his cock teasingly, coating it in your arousal.

“Honey, please,” he pleaded. His voice shook. “Don’t tease. It’s not very nice.”

“You tease me all the time.”

He groaned weakly, unable to think of a comeback. You sat straighter, chest wet and shiny in the moonlight, his doing, and you knew he could see it too, his dark eyes watching you silently – hungrily. He looked so good, you couldn’t wait any longer. Wrapping your hand around him, you ambitiously went for it, pushing down and taking him whole. It surprised you both, groaning together as you caught your breaths.

Although, you didn’t give him much time to get used to the feeling of your warmth hugging him tight before you began to ride him hard and fast, bouncing up and down loudly before you stopped to swivel your hips. He could feel you everywhere, his eyes practically rolling back into his head as you continued your onslaught.

“Y/N…” He murmured, voice weak as he watched you begin to bounce on top of him again, his hands travelling up your thighs to land on your waist. “Y/N,” he tried again, unable to piece together a sentence. “Shit, keep going like that…mmfph, yeah, just like that…”

When you felt his fingers digging into your skin you wrapped your hands around his, pushing them away. “N-no touching,” you panted, feeling him lift his legs and fold them at the knee behind you, giving you something to lean back on.

“Seriously,” he asked, sounding annoyed, yet dreadfully turned on.

You smirked. “I want you to lay back and watch.”

He matched the curve of your lips. ‘Oh, I can do that no problem, honey.” He stubbornly kept his voice steady, thrusting inside of you once before he stilled his hips completely. “Could watch you ride me all night.”

On cue, he folded his arms behind his head, biceps bulging. The casual manner got you instantly hot, bouncing along his cock a couple more times before you leaned forward, changing the angle and in turn hopefully sending him crazy. You moved back and forth, griding all over him, your arousal soaking into his pubic hair. You were wetter than usual tonight, turning yourself on as you rode him, hearing the soft squelching where your bodies met, the pressure on your clit eliciting moan after moan.

You stared him straight in the eyes, noticing the way his jaw was clenched tight, a muscle twitching in his left cheek, but he continued to persevere, stubborn to the bone.

That was until he felt your breasts graze against him. His hips jerked up, moaning as he was unable to stop rolling into you, and you let him, let him fuck up into you, moaning softly.

He grunted. “Someone’s getting tired.”

You shook your head with a whine. You could be stubborn too. Sitting up, you attempted to bounce again but his hips were working too fast by now, his fists grabbing the pillow below his head to gain some momentum. You cried out as he thrust harder, Seokjin’s own noises of pleasure gasping out of him as if he’d been holding his breath.

“S-seokjin,” you panted, shakily holding onto his thighs.

He wasn’t relenting. If anything he fucked you harder. “Honey, just give up,” he said matter-of-factly, yet his voice was strained, veins in his neck visible.

Confidently he brought his hands to your hips, knowing you wouldn’t stop him now, too far gone. You let your eyes flutter closed, concentrating on how good his cock felt inside you. The beautifully crude sound of him pounding into you.

“Yeah?” He breathed. “Let me make you feel good now. It’s your turn…”

You nodded, moaning brokenly, and in the blink of an eye you found yourself on your back, Seokjin situated between your spread legs, finding home once again inside the warmth of your body.

You grasped his shoulders, making more noise as he rolled his hips into you, and hooked your legs around his waist, wanting him as deep as possible

“Uh-uh-uh,” he grinned, taking your hands off him. “No touching.”

You started complaining but then he pushed your hands above your head, holding your wrists tight with one hand. “Nghnn. Seokjin,” you moaned, feeling him start to fuck you with his entire weight. His back looked delectable and all you wanted to do was rake your fingernails down it but you couldn’t.

Although, being pinned down by him wasn’t such a terrible thing.

After a couple of minutes he pressed the elbow of the arm that had you imprisoned into the mattress, careful not to squash you as he brought the other hand between your legs, beginning to roll your swollen clit between his fingertips. Gasping, your legs fell back to the bed, circling your hips in time with his motions, wanting to cum now that he’d put the idea into your head.

He chuckled at your eagerness causing you to whine. “Why d-don’t you put those lips to good use?”

“Like this, baby?” He smirked, leaning his face in closer, mouth millimetres from yours, and you just about lunged, kissing him desperately.

He matched that urgency, at some point unable to keep your wrists in place and as soon as he let you go, you had your arms wrapped around him longingly. A groan tore from his throat, thrusts more determined as he continued to rub your clit, and you could feel your back begin to arch, toes curling into the sheets.

He could obviously feel you squeezing around him too, ripping himself away from your mouth with a moan of your name. “Y/N. Fuck.”

That’s all it took for you to crumble, face contorting with pleasure as you stared up at him, pulsing around him uncontrollably.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he cooed, removing his hand from between your legs as he pressed soft kisses to your mouth, your orgasm continuing to wash over you in waves. “Am I pretty when I cum?” He joked, but you were too far gone to snort, let alone reply.

He kept rolling into you, determined to keep your pleasure going for as long as possible, and you almost felt overwhelmed, back arching higher as you clung to him, a tear escaping out of one eye to run down the side of your face. He kissed it away, continuing to adore you, voice cracking, close himself now.

“You’re my pretty woman. So pretty.” He murmured against your lips and you kissed him hard, the last of orgasm rocking through your body. Holy shit, that was a powerful one. You felt lightheaded but couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck,” he gasped, feeling the effects as you squeezed and spasmed around him, and with one final thrust he stilled, beginning to spill inside of you.

You cupped his face quickly, hands trembling and pushed his head up, wanting to admire his face. His plump lips were parted and shiny, beads of sweat collecting along his hairline, gaze unfocused, eyelids heavy with the weight of his pleasure. He looked positively sinful.

You gave him a drunken smile, your own eyes barely open, and told him simply, “You’re pretty when you cum.”

You awoke just as Seokjin was rolling over, a muscular arm reaching for you, pulling your body into his warmth. It was still raining, even harder this morning, but you didn’t care, not when you were so cosy and in love. You were still both entirely naked, which Seokjin took full advantage of, hand cupping a breast – nothing sexual in it though, more like a comfort thing. You smiled, eyes still closed and cuddled in deeper.

“Where is he this morning?”

There was a brief silence as he tried to work out what you were asking, but soon enough he realised and laughed, sound cracked and raspy with sleep. “He’s tuckered out after last night.”

“Aw, diddums.”

A Sunday morning without a boner? Blasphemy. His morning woods were part of the package, so honestly it was quite surprising to not feel him hard between your butt cheeks.

Seokjin kissed the top of your head, making a sleepy sound, hugging you tighter to his body. “He just wants to stay in bed and cuddle this morning.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

You honestly couldn’t think of anything better.

Once you eventually dragged yourselves out of the warmth of Seokjin’s giant bed, the rest of the morning and early afternoon went by in the blink of an eye. You had just about enough time for a quick lunch before Arin was due back at 2pm, and even though you were ready to meet Nana this time, you still couldn’t stop yourself from feeling a little nervous. It was only natural, you knew that, so you didn’t dwell on it too much, but as you heard the intercom start to ring in the entryway, signalling her arrival, your worry must have been written all over your face.

“Hey,” Seokjin said softly, calling you as you hovered by the doorway of the family room. When he saw he had your attention, he smiled warmly. “Everything’s fine.”

You gave him a reassuring smile of your own, watching him answer the call to Nana before he opened up the front door, waiting their arrival.

Arin came in full steam ahead, her little backpack on her shoulders, her carry-on hopping behind as she attempted to ram it over the step to get inside. Nana was only just getting out of the car, you could see her slightly from where you still stood in the doorway of the family room.

“Hello, Arin.” Seokjin greeted, amusement clear in his voice as he watched his daughter struggle. “Did you have a fun time?”

She was too busy huffing and puffing to reply and that’s when he finally took pity on her. He reached out his arm, “Let me take your case.”

“No!” She insisted. She was a determined little thing. “I can do–”

She never got to finish off her sentence because as she looked forward she caught sight of you smiling at her.

“Y/N!” She squealed, case (and dad) immediately forgotten as she ran towards you. You weren’t expecting the wave of emotion that hit you when she wrapped her arms around your middle, face in your stomach, but it was there, and it got you right in the gut. You hugged her back. “You’re here,” she beamed up happily.

“I am,” you grinned, swallowing back your wavering voice.

“I missed you. It’s been ages.”

You could always count on kids to be straightforward with their words. She was going to make you cry if she carried on like this. “I missed you too.”

“It’s only been a week, sweetie,” you heard Seokjin say.

Arin turned to him quickly. “It’s still a long time.” Then back at you. “I thought you’d never visit again.”

You felt your heart constrict, and unsure what to do you looked over at Seokjin, finding him equally as afflicted by his daughter’s confession. Teacher mode activated then. “No, no. I was just... busy with work, that’s all.”

You winced inwardly at your stupid excuse, not wanting to lie to her, but unable to really tell her the truth, especially at a time like this.

On cue, you heard Nana’s voice greeting you. “Hi, Y/N.”

You looked over to see her stood just behind Seokjin, a small smile on her face. She seemed a little nervous herself, which selfishly relaxed you.

“Nana,” you smiled back, “hi.”

Seokjin cleared his throat, taking a few steps towards his daughter and you. One look at him told you he was feeling the jitters too. This was brand new territory after all – for all of you.

“Arin, why don’t you take your backpack upstairs and I’ll tell you when mommy is going home so you can say goodbye?”

“Okay,” she agreed simply, pulling away from you to bound upstairs before she stopped abruptly. She turned back to Seokjin and ran forward with her arms forward. “Sorry, daddy. I forgot to hug you.”

He chuckled, bending down to kiss her head before he ruffled her hair. “That’s okay. Now, unpack your things. I’ll bring your case up later.”

She nodded, giving her mom a wave before her attention returned to you. “Will you still be here when I get back?”

“Of course,” you nodded, ignoring the fresh tug at your heartstrings.

“She really likes you,” Nana observed just as you lost sight of Arin going up the staircase.

You shook your head, chuckling as you replied modestly, “I don’t know about that.”

“She does,” she insisted, smiling afterwards. “It’s nice to see. I’m glad she’s happy with everything.”

You nodded, unsure what to respond with, but Seokjin saved the day. “Do you want something to drink?”

Nana shook her hand. “I’m okay, thanks. I won’t stay long. I don’t want to interrupt your afternoon.”

Seokjin gestured her to enter the room, then moved back to take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he brought you forward, wanting you to go next, putting the hand on the small of your back instead now. His touch calmed you.

“Sit,” he prompted Nana warmly, and she perched herself on the edge of the teal love seat.

“I like what you’ve done with the place by the way,” she said politely, looking around.

“You and me both know I just threw some new throw cushions down,” he laughed, attempting to ease the atmosphere.

Nana joined in just as you sat down on the far end of the sofa. Instead of taking the seat next to you, Seokjin perched himself on the armrest, loosely throwing his arm around the backrest, fingers grazing your shoulder.

Nana’s attention fell to you, her expression now serious. “Y/N, I want to apologise to you.” She began. “I was out of order last weekend. I was angry but that’s no excuse.”

“I appreciate it,” you replied, finding your bearings. “I understand it was a shock to find out about me.”

“It was, but I still acted embarrassingly.” She looked down at the floor, ashamed of herself. “To think that’s your first impression of me.”

She had said some terrible things, yes. Not only to you, but Seokjin too, but, Seokjin had also said plenty of cruel things back. You weren’t one to hold a grudge, especially if she was showing genuine remorse, which you believed to be the case.

“We can start anew if you like?” You offered with a small smile.

She visibly relaxed. “I’d like that.” Then she hesitated before deciding to carry on. “I meant what I said, it seems like Arin really likes you. I trust my daughter’s intuition.”

“She really does,” Seokjin agreed with a hum, rubbing your shoulder.

“She’s been talking about you over the weekend – not that I’ve been prying of course,” Nana was quick to clarify. “You’re good with her.” She looked you straight in the eyes. “Thank you for accepting my child.”

You weren’t used to having this much praise and attention thrown your way, you didn’t really know what to say, but that was alright, you didn’t think Nana was looking for an outright response. You understood how important this was for her. She needed to trust the woman that spent time with her daughter, just like Seokjin had grown to trust you. It was slightly more difficult for her considering she wouldn’t be spending a lot of time in your company, so all she really had to go off was Arin’s opinion on you. It meant a lot to know she had given you a chance. Last week you had been afraid that might not be the case.

You smiled gratefully. “She’s really special.”

“Yes, Y/N says she’s a talented storyteller,” Seokjin mentioned soon after, helping the conversation along as if he could sense that you felt awkward with all the attention cast on you. He knew you too well.

“Oh really?” Nana looked delighted, eyes on you as she waited for more information.

You nodded, complimenting Arin coming easy to you. “The stories she wrote while I was her teacher were amazing.”

“I have the copies somewhere if you want to read them yourself,” Seokjin offered.

“I’d love that,” she beamed. “Thank you, Seokjin.”

“No problem. I’ll find them this week.”

Nana’s gaze happened to fall to Seokjin’s hand still comfortably on your shoulder then, and her smile faltered. In its place appeared guilt. “Listen, I... I hope I didn’t come in between you both because of last weekend.” She turned to you. “I know mine and Jin’s relationship seems toxic and it was until a few days but I,” she paused to glance at Seokjin, “I really want to change that.”

“You know I do too,” he agreed.

“I don’t want to fight anymore, or have things tense between us. We both love Arin.” She caught your eyes. “We all love Arin, so that’s the most important thing.”

You looked down at your lap but nodded in agreement. Arin’s happiness was what mattered the most.

“It is,” Seokjin replied.

Nana smiled, satisfied, and stood up. “Okay, I should get going.” You both followed her, starting to walk towards the doorway.

“Um, I managed to get that Wednesday afternoon free,” she told Seokjin, “is it okay if I collect Arin from school and take her for something to eat?”

“Of course. I know this great pizza place she loves if you want the name.”

“She already told me about it,” Nana chuckled. “I think she was dropping hints, but directions would be great. Thanks, Jin.”

“No problem.” He stopped by the staircase, voice raising quite a lot to reach Arin in her bedroom. “Arin, your mom’s leaving. Come say bye, sweetie.”

In no time at all she was galloping down the stairs. “Will I see you Wednesday?” She asked her mom eagerly.

“You betcha! How does pizza sound?”

“Yay, thank you, mom!” She squealed, going in for a hug as Nana bent down.

“I’ll see you in a couple of days, okay, darling. I love you.”

“I love you more,” Arin murmured sweetly, kissing her mother’s cheek.

Nana kissed her back, chuckling. “Not possible, but okay.” Then she stood up, nodding to you and Seokjin with a small smile. “Bye both. I’ll see you Wednesday?”

“See you Wednesday,” Jin confirmed.

You spent the afternoon playing board games together, Seokjin finding a bunch of his old collection in the attic and you had fun teaching Arin how to play, although she didn’t quite grasp the full idea of monopoly yet, wanting to buy everything in sight regardless of if she had enough money or not… It was funny to say the least, even more so when Seokjin was unable to refuse her, loaning her money from the bank time and time again.

Where’s my special treatment, you’d teased quietly when Arin was distracted, secretly finding it adorable how much of a softie he was when it came to his daughter.

“You know I’d buy you anything you want,” he’d replied with a grin, unable to stop himself from stealing a quick kiss.

At around 6pm, you and Seokjin began preparing dinner for the three of you. Only you left him in charge for a little while when you followed after Arin who had gone to feed her rabbits, wanting time alone to talk with her. You hadn’t been able to stop feeling guilty about effectively lying to her earlier and after confiding in Seokjin about it while Arin was unpacking her suitcase, he’d suggested you speak to her about it. He agreed that honesty was the best policy from here on in (within reason, of course) and that she obviously understood something had been wrong last week else she wouldn’t have reacted the way she had when she’d seen you earlier this afternoon.

She was only getting older and that meant as much transparency as possible when she was personally involved in something. She was at that age where these things would stick with her. Although hopefully nothing like last week would ever happen again.

You stood by the doorway watching as she cooed and conversed with the Olive and Ariel at first, not wanting to interrupt. She was such a great little pet owner, making sure they were fed and watered enough, helping to clean their hutch, watching over them when they played outside. She adored them.

After a few moments she noticed you. “Oh, Y/N,” she smiled, “is dinner ready?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.” Stepping closer you joined her, watching the rabbits bound about. Seokjin had found the largest hutch imaginable. “Did you miss them?”

“Yes, but daddy has been feeding them well.”

You stifled a laugh, remembering Seokjin’s panic yesterday morning, but then crossed your arms, clearing your throat. “Hey, listen,” you began cautiously, feeling a little nervous. Arin looked up at you curiously. “Remember when I said I didn’t come over because I was busy with work?”

She paused to think and then nodded.

“I was lying actually, Arin.”

Her eyebrows pinched together. “How come?”

“Because… I didn’t want to worry you.”

She took some time to process what you were saying before she shrugged matter-of-factly. “I was still pretty worried last week anyway.”

You smiled sadly. “I know, and I’m sorry about that. Your dad and I…”

“Did you have an argument?” She was looking up at you curiously, finger playing with Olive and Ariel’s water bottle.

“Something like that,” you nodded. “It was more of a disagreement.”

“I thought so because daddy was sad all week.”

Her honesty stabbed at your heart.

“Were you sad too,” she asked.

“Very.”

“But you’re happy now?”

You smiled at her. “Yes, everything is all fine now. Me and your dad are happy.”

She looked happy herself at that piece of information, relaxing visibly, but then she asked a question that caught you off guard. “Do you know if daddy and my mom are happy too?”

“I think so.” You replied as vaguely as you could, not wanting to overstep the mark. But it didn’t feel right. You tried again. “I think things will be different from now on, Arin.”

“I hope so. I hate it when they argue.” She sounded sad, her gaze cast to the floor.

“I know. No one likes watching their parents fight.” you sympathised.

“What about you and my mom?” She asked suddenly, changing the subject a little. “Are you happy?”

“Yes, I think so.” You smiled at her. “I like your mom. She’s very pretty just like you.”

Arin beamed and then added, “You’re pretty too.”

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry,” she almost whispered, “I won’t use that word again.”

You were clueless for a moment, not understanding what she meant but then it hit you. She carried on.

“Not until we all decide. Mommy said I might call you that one day if you want me to.”

For the second time today you felt emotional, throat tight as you choked up suddenly. You composed yourself expertly though, taking a breath before you smiled and replied. “That’s right. There’s no rush for when we all decide.”

Arin nodded along happily and you took her hand.

“Should we go and check on daddy now? See if dinner’s ready?”

“I think so.” She agreed, her eyes rolling slightly. “Last week he set off the alarms because he burned my chicken nuggets.”

“Oh, gosh,” you said, soon spluttering out a laugh. Arin joined in. Seokjin had failed to tell you that (hilarious) piece of information. “Well then, let’s hurry.”

Seokjin was searching the pantry for something when you arrived back at the kitchen. “Hey,” he said, shooting a warm smile your way. “How’s my two favourite ladies?”

You looked down at Arin, wanting her to reply and she beamed at her father. “Happy.”

You nodded in agreement, catching Seokjin’s eyes as you shared a private moment, silently telling him everything was fine now. He shot you a playful wink then, closing the door. “That’s funny, because I’m happy too.”

You moved closer to him, collecting the messy ties of the apron he insisted on wearing whenever he was in the kitchen to retie them properly. “We were just checking in to see if the chef was burning dinner again…”

With a surprised huff, he turned to his daughter, eyes wide. “Kim Arin did you tell tales on me?”

Arin erupted into a fit of giggles, you and Seokjin joining in immediately. “Maybe…”

“It was an accident. Happens to the best of us,” he tried to defend.

“Sure, sure.”

Arin was greatly amused by your flippant response, but soon grew sympathetic towards her dad, stroking his elbow. “It’s okay, dad, I forgive you.”

“That’s very kind of you,” he laughed.

“Should I set the table?”

“And that’s very sweet of you,” he added, eyes shooting wide. “Thank you.”

You helped her get all the cutlery she needed and watched her leave for the dining room determinedly. But your attention soon got stolen away, pulled into Seokjin’s warmth as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You hooked yours around his middle.

“Okay?” He murmured, checking in as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You looked up at him, a smile on your face and gave his waist a squeeze.

“Okay.” You confirmed.

Everything was more than okay, actually.

Everything was perfect.

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Jotaro Relationship Head Canons SFW

Because I’m a self indulgent little shit and just love to ignore all of the work I have to do, have some Jotaro head canons. I am but a humble simp, and love this man. So much.

Update as of writing this. Somehow, it got very angsty, so... yeah. Sad man vibes. Also rambly. I just kinda kept going.

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WARNINGS: None, just angst, but nothing too serious.

Word Count: 2,985

Jotaro’s type is... I mean, it depends, like most people. I don’t think he’s super picky over appearances or things like that, it’s more whether or not he gets along with you and how long he can put up with you. He’s polite (well, as polite as he can be) and courteous, but probably a little more apathetic when you’ve first met. Once you’ve been around for a while he’s more relaxed and almost a little more critical. Mostly because you’re his friend now and he expects more from his friends.

While I was writing this I sort of realized that he could be aromantic. Maybe it’s just my own aro tendencies coming through, but I thought it sort of lined up with his personality. Or at least from my experience with romantic attraction.

Eventually, though, he’ll admit he cares about you a little more than he cares about others. It comes through in little almost compliments. “You did good. Keep it up” or “good job, dealing with this” are common phrases that sound nice on the surface, but it almost feels like he’s trying to pressure you to do more, which is far from the truth.

If it’s not awkward compliments like that, it’s awkward gifts. Always something you had briefly mentioned wanting or stared at a minute longer than you usually do, wrapped in a paper that’s your favourite colour or pattern. Sometimes, though, it’s something you’ve never mentioned that he somehow guessed would be something you wanted.

At the same time, though, he’s oblivious or at least acts like he is. There may be times when he goes home after you said something exceptionally sweet to him or that just means so much and he’ll just take a moment sitting at his desk to mull over what you said.

With a grunt, Jotaro rolled back into the armchair with a cup of tea in one hand and today’s newspaper in the other, since he didn’t get to read it this morning. It’s late with the sun almost completely set, giving his room an orange hue. He tries reading the first column, something about a cat being saved from a sewer grate, but after about a minute, he catches himself drifting away, sort of staring blankly at the paper.

He blinks hard, taking a long sip from his coffee. He must be tired. Another attempt is made at reading, this time the comics. They’re not his favourite thing, but short enough that he can focus on them. Or so he thought.

He zones out again, face suddenly feeling very hot.

He was thinking about you. Or, rather what you said.

It was something so simple, so mundane.

You had been talking about family together, exchanging drama, if you will, and he had brought up how his father had left his mother when he was very young. It didn’t bother him, he had said, after all, it was years ago and if he was being honest, he didn’t really need a father. Then, you gave him this look. It wasn’t pity or something like that. You put your hand on his knee, staring deep into his eyes.

“Jotaro,” you said, voice soft and sweet. You struggled to say the next words, opening your mouth, sighing, then finally: “I’m not leaving you.”

“Why would you be leaving?” He said, confused, taking it literally. Or, he pretended to be confused. It had made his heart warm with affection.

What Jotaro hadn’t noticed at that moment was that his eyes seemed to gloss over with wet tears while talking about his father. He wasn’t over it, you understood that. How could he be? He was so young then, he probably didn’t understand what was happening or why and now that he’s a father himself, there had to be so much guilt about being the same way. It was only now that he was realizing how much you had an effect on him.

It didn’t make him sad, by any means but... loved. He’ll say thank you tomorrow with a gift or some flowers. He hadn’t planned on meeting you for the rest of the week because he was busy, but work could wait, right? Yeah. Tomorrow.

God, it would take so long for him to get you to move in together. He’s so used to living on his own that I think he’s a little self-conscious about it. He’s not a slob by any means, but certainly a bachelor. I mean, he lived (assumedly) on his own from probably around or earlier than DiU right up until Stone Free, so it’s been a while and he’s certainly comfortable with his mess of clothes lying on the floor in the corner, but you won’t be. He cleans up before people come over, obviously, but how many times did he actually invite someone in?

When you start staying around more, he starts cleaning more, which makes him a little frustrated both coming to terms with liking someone enough that he’s actively cleaning for them once a week and also discovering that he’s a lot more gross than he thought. You would not believe how stained the counter was from coffee or how gross the filter was on the coffee maker. He takes his coffee very seriously. You begin to notice how clean everything is, well, how consistently clean everything is and it even starts to smell nicer, more floral and fresh. He bought a lavender air freshener. “It’s supposed to be calming,” he’ll say with a hint of annoyance. It’s not a bad smell to him, better than vanilla air fresheners, but it does give him a headache when he first sprays his place. You seem to like it though, so he’s willing to put up with it.

I honestly believe this man can cook, but nervous when cooking for other people. His food when he was a bachelor was good enough for him and I’m sure Holly would have shown him a lot too, but it’s not the best food. He definitely steps up his game when you’re over and even more so when you move in. He’s better with dishes that have pasta or noodles because it’s easy, but he’s not too bad behind the grill either.

When you guys finally live together, he tries to keep the cooking even, with you cooking some days and him doing the rest, but I honestly feel like unless you are a hazard in the kitchen, you would do most of it.

Jotaro would be like that with most things around the house partly because he doesn’t want you to do all the work if you don’t want to but he enjoys having a little more time to himself to either do work or... yeah, it’s just work. There are a few things that he’ll never make you do because it’s either too hard or he’s built up a routine of doing that thing a certain way and he’s convinced no one else will do it right. Like his laundry. He won’t let anyone else clean his clothes. He tried once and nothing dried right, he swears that his jacket is still damp to this day. You can fold his stuff or hang it up, but he’s running the washing machine and dryer. Also picky about how his office is cleaned.

If you asked and gave a legitimate reason for not doing a certain chore, he’ll do it, but be prepared with an excuse as to why you can’t wash the dishes or fold the laundry. He’s especially resistant if he’s working whether that be gathering information for the Speedwagon Foundation or editing his latest Marine Biology book.

Actually, can we just talk about how much this man hates folding laundry? It’s so pointless to him. Why fold it and put it into neat little piles when you’re just gonna rummage through the drawer and mess everything up? Sure, it looks nice, I guess, but not for long. He was for sure a floordrobe kind of guy, especially in his early years. He knows which ones are clean, it’s fine, just leave it. Of course, he would get better the longer you’re at his place, but still. It’s not that he’s lazy, he’s just busy and putting clothes away takes way too fucking long. (which, honestly, agreed.)

Date nights with Jotaro are... rare. I mean, you live with him, why would he want to go out and pay for something when he could do the same thing at home? They’re nice, of course, but it’s more common for him to take you out to dinner while you guys are on vacation or in a location other than home, because he doesn’t feel like cooking and it’s more special when you’re supposed to go out. Eventually, it clicks in that you are supposed to make each other feel special and will surprise you with an expensive dinner or a short cruise. If you suggest the aquarium he’ll think you’re just saying that because he’s into aquatic wildlife, but honestly doesn’t put up much of a fight and will answer any questions you or anyone else has about the fish.

He does enjoy a good relaxing movie (or documentary) night at home, though. It’s so nice to finally be finished work, settle into your super comfy couch and just chill until he gets tired. Even better when you’re lying on top of him with your head just under his chin. There’s something so soothing about smelling your perfume, shampoo, conditioner, cologne, etc. To just smell you so close to him and feel your weight. Aaah. So nice.

The microwave beeps faintly from the kitchen signalling that popcorn was done. You trailed out soon after, tossing the bowl to mix around the butter. You smile sweetly at him, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on Jotaro’s lips before settling into his lap, nestling your head just under his while stretching out your legs. His arm instinctively moves from the back of the couch to drape over your back, rubbing circles into it with his thumb.

He sighs; relaxed, finally. He allows himself to kiss your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment, just basking in your comfort. When he opens his eyes, he pulls you closer to him, feeling your heart beat almost in time with his. It was moments like these that eased his panic of losing you. You were here in his arms, safe and sound and vice versa. He was safe in yours.

Yeah, he’s a little angsty. But, can you blame him? He’s getting better, though. With help, of course. With you being around so often (and being very adamant that you’re not going anywhere) he’s able to let go a little. He’s not perfect, by a long shot and progress is slow, but it’s the little things like these that makes you proud of how far he’s come.

PDA is common, but a little restricted. When you’re out together, Jotaro’ll always have his hand on your back or shoulder. Hand-holding isn’t really a thing for him, but he will make sure you know he’s there. He’ll kiss you in public, but it’s not nearly as intimate or special as when you’re at home. Still, it’s a sweet reminder that he loves you, seeing as words of affection aren’t really his thing.

I mean, he can express himself just fine, but he still gets a little nervous saying things like ‘I love you.’ It’s more along the lines of ‘I care about you.’ Or, well. “of course, I care about you. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Which... thanks. I think.

Kissing him is so nice, so you’re not too mad about him doing that instead of words. When Jotaro kisses you it’s full of a mix of emotions. Mostly caring, but on his rough days, there’s something else there. It could be worry or whatever the emotional equivalent of never letting you go is. You can always tell that he wants it to last a little bit longer. There’s something in the sad look in his eyes when he or you has to pull away. Sometimes he’s overly gentle like he’ll break you somehow, especially if you’re not a stand user or fighting-inclined (whether physical or otherwise). It’s not patronizing, or at least he tries not to be patronizing, he just prefers you safe.

It started out simple enough. You and Jotaro were just sitting at the table, eating dinner when he got this... sinking sort of feeling. There was something in the silence between you that just sent his mind spiralling. Thoughts of you someday dying too soon for whatever reason or leaving him because he’s not there enough, stand users, car crashes, divorce. They all started to flood into his mind, fabricating that you would somehow be taken away from him.

“Jotaro? Are you okay?” Your voice rings through; a bright light breaking the storm. He’s been staring at his plate for a while now, his eyes are dry and itchy. He looks at you and tries to say something, but the words don’t come. Is he okay?

You stand up and walk over to him, cupping his face gently. You rub the dark circles under his eyes while kissing his forehead. Jotaro slowly wraps his arms around you, letting his face fall into your hands. You’re pulled into his lap after a few minutes, running your fingers through his hair next. Finally, he sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbles and though you’re not quite sure why, you still say a quiet you’re welcome, silently soothing him through whatever happened.

If you couldn’t tell, he needs a lot of reassurance. Not so much words, but actions like the snippet above. I mean, he can be as strong as he wants but we all know he’s got some baggage and while he’s able to put it aside, for the most part, I think when you’re at home he’s just a little more vulnerable.

Now, onto happier things! If you like coffee or tea, he will always make you a cup in the morning. Jotaro is a very early riser except on the weekends, so he usually gets that done while reading or watching the news and when you come down, he’ll ask if you want breakfast then make it for you seeing as he’s more awake.

He loves coffee. So much. He might have a caffeine addiction, honestly. At all times of every day, you can see him with a black coffee in hand and a book or phone in the other. He will switch to decaf at some point, but you might have to switch it for him. He’s forgetful when he gets busy.

Sleeping in on the weekends is like heaven for him. The two nights (or more on holidays) that he gets a full nights rest, breakfast in bed and a warm soul to cuddle into. He’s usually big spoon with a hand just resting on your side, but please, for the love of god make him the little spoon once a week. Will never admit it or vocalize wanting it. He just grabs your hand and drapes it over him with a “good night” and then promptly passes out.

He’s a heavy sleeper but doesn’t sleep often. Once he’s out, there is nothing that could wake him up except the fire alarm or something like that. It just takes a while. Not because of trauma, but more just internal clock is delayed.

Not a bath guy, strictly showers ‘cause they’re quicker. Most of the time he’s in and out before you can invite him into yours. When you do he’s “reluctant” but showers with you are a favourite of his. He gets his hair washed for him (if he bends down), he can wash you. It’s great.

I don’t think he would want more kids. He’s getting older, busier and just doesn’t think he has the time to care for a baby, even with help. Plus, if they were anything like Joylne or god forbid him when he was younger, he might start greying sooner than he thought. Joylne is a great kid, but... she’s definitely got some of his defiance in him. One kid is fine.

He doesn’t really like pets either, hates when there’s fur on all the furniture. But, if you came home with a stray cat or two, he’s not gonna put up a fight if you say they’re not going to the pound. “Just as long as you take care of them yourself.”

You got him a betta fish once because Jotaro. Fish. Makes sense. He thought it was a little pointless at first. You can’t pet them or play fetch (not like he does those things anyway). All a fish does is sit there and look pretty. You were a little disappointed, but whatever, you’ll take care of it. Then he comes home one day with a 30-gallon tank, freshwater plants and fancy lighting to help them grow which he quietly sets up in the living room. He spent at least a half-hour deciding on where to put it.

A week later, after he’s pleased with how it looks and the tank has been cycled he puts in an order for more fish then lets your betta acclimate to the tank. “There, he’ll be happier in here. The idea of bettas not enjoying or panicking in larger tanks is a myth. He won’t be alone for long anyway. He also won’t kill everything in the tank.” Well, he hopes he won’t, each fish is different. Thankfully, the small school of tetras get along with your betta just fine. From then on, he’s in there once a week, cleaning everything, trimming the overgrowth. It is officially his tank.

#Jotaro is probably my biggest comfort character and the first one I really fell in love with out of jojo so this had to be done at some poin #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro headcanons #sfw prompts

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