With A Touchy Male! S/o // Draken + Mikey + Angry

match up request: Hello, may I please request a matchup for Kimetsu no Yaiba?

Nickname: Mel. I’m a INTP and September Virgo. Pronouns: She/her. Likes: Strawberries, tea, candy-apples, nature, scenery’s, winter, sleeping, classical music and poems.. + I think that hands and necks are really attractive. Dislikes: Insects, Lies, manipulations, possessiveness, being viewed as weak or/and defenceless, fire, head pats or touchy-ness, crowded places or too loud people. I have dark brown hair in medium length with bangs, dark green eyes and I’m quite tall. I would need someone who is honest with me and does not play with my feelings, as much as I’m scared to say this I can not deal with clingy, touchy or needy people.. I’m asexual and there are days where I will hug them but I do not like cuddles and all that much.. I will mostly hold their pinky <: I need someone who is not possessive, manipulative or lying. I also wouldn’t really like to get married or make a family since I do not think it’s necessary.. I’m already fine with being on their side, so marriage is not really important for me. The same for a family, I don’t like children that much. I would also make sure that they drink, sleep and eat enough. I also would prefer to get matched up with a male but I’m fine with a female too. Genre: Angst please *^*

More about my personality: I’m actually nice but really quiet and I’m mostly blunt. I must say that I’m not really happy and I don’t think I ever could be, but I still try to do the best out of my life. I’m mostly super tired and take a lot of naps. I also write a lot of poems where I can express myself, I often feel like I would bother people with my thoughts so I just write them down. I’m honest with people and of course myself too. My older sister means everything to me and tbh if I ever would lose her I don’t think I could recover and fall into deep depression.My mom once told me that I look way too blunt but that’s just how I’am, I do smile sometimes or share a laugh though.Whenever I’m stressed or when things hit me too hard I take a nap. + I do aerial dance <3 I’m a person who thinks deep and I have lots of imagination. Tbh I wish so much I could be somewhere else, I think that this world is rotten with cruel tendencies and people.. But over all that I do like to joke around since I’m also really sarcastic.I also must say that I’m selfish and selfless I’m between.. 50/50 but it just depends how much a person means to me. I may not be as fast as others, but I have good strategic’s and I can read people and their movements very well. My breathing style would also be something like frost breathing (made by myself) and I would have mercy towards demons. In my opinion they are fascinating creatures and are just getting taken over by Muzan’s hate and power.. I did not read the manga but I already got spoiled a lot so that does not play a big role for me <: Thank you so much! Have a good day.. <:

I match you with...

¡! Rengoku Kyojurou ¡!

Why?

You could say opposites attract, and maybe this was that case. Kyojurou was always attentive and supportive, doing the best he could, and you, trying your best too, but things somehow never turn how you want them to be.

he always left with a promise. whether it was getting you your favorite dessert to bringing something home, he always left with a promise.

this was no different, but the state he left on wasn't the best. the night prior you fought. the relationship wasn't good, him going more often to missions, and, your tendency to avoid things by sleeping and bluntness didn't help either. was he asking for too much? was he bored? where you bored? nothing really made sense anymore.

you were opposites, the flame hashira and the frost hashira, who would have thought you complemmented each other well. you needed security and someone to rely to, he offered that to you and more. lately he was more distant and your mind often wondered to the past, trying to remember how things were.

he left and never came back.

was the fight that bad?

was he bored?

what had happened?

'please don't leave'

your mind could only think of that

'please don't leave'

you clinged to those thoughts, not realizing you repeated them for the last weeks.

tears coming out of your eyes when hearing the news, you never got to apologize, or to even try to improve your relationship. he was dead.

his side of the bed cold, like the weather. usually, you enjoyed this time of the year, Kyojurou holding you in his arms, bringing warmth to your heart and body, also, it was your favorite season, winter. but now, you could never have that reassurance, the heat he emitted from his body and spoken words. you only had his last words to you, that stupid promise. "I'll be back soon"

he lied. he broke his promise. he broke your heart.

'please don't leave'

but there was nothing you could do anymore.

¡! song recommendation ¡!

I've never written angst, so it might be little messy, still, I hope you enjoyed it 💕 @frostb1tes

has this been done

Cuteness overloaded

 Hey gurll, I've always wanted a match up and here I am 😭🙏🏻💖 thank you so much for this and feel free to ignore this if your not comfortable with my ask!!!!💞

I'm Mey, pronouns she/her, 18y.o. I'm an infp, Taurus to the core! I like to camouflage myself in the crowd and absolute avoid center of attention but well, it finds me:) I would say I'm pretty friendly and awkward at first, but as you get to know me my goofier side comes out. I'm pretty selfless and selfish at the same time, I feel like I'm always there for people to give them a shoulder but when it's my turn there's nobody. I'm selfish in the sense id put myself FIRST! no way anyone else comin der. Not Matter what. My peace of mind comes first before anyone. I bake and I'm an artist, love to relieve stress and pressure thru sketching or painting (maybe that's why I'm so good at it :-)) I don't like when people are disrespectful, hate loud people in the morning, I'm sorry but I don't like any carbonated drinks idk why ;_; and I absolutely don't like people who love to brage in any way. I hate talking about the shit I'm going thru, and I always like to give this 'im absolutely okay' vibe, maybe cuz I don't want them to see my weak side. It's hard for me to open up. But I always have an ear to listen to you. Well I'm 5'7, short brown hair and eyes (I got crazy long thighs 😭) , chubby cheeks and round face. Gender preference male (aot, haikyuu), I like someone who's respectful, can make me laugh and is goofy, cute. AND I'm pretty(I mean a lot) clingy and I'm always down for cuddling and hugs and the physical touch. Not in public tho, maybe a lil>.< Genre preference fluff/smut (*・x・)/ And that's about it! Tysm and have an amazing day! 💖

I match you with...

¡! Jean Kirstein ¡!

Why?

hear me out, you are like 'not hating but kinda there to lovers trope'. you found out you had more similarities than differences, and that he is actually a super cute guy. Your relationship is based in communication and affection.

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you were best friends with Sasha and were applying for the corps. There you met Jean and company, he wasn't much of your taste because of how obnoxious he could get, always bragging about his abilities.

with time you got to know him better and why was he like that. the reason was a crush with Mikasa and his jealousy for Eren, he wasn't like that really, just wanted to be noticed by the one he cared for.

two years had passed since you had joined the survey corps, and Jean was a bit quiet? something was off from him, you didn't pay much attention to it.

Jean understood that Mikasa wasn't interested in him and stopped trying to persuade her, his rivalry with Eren didn't stop but was much more controled. He was more mature.

a sudden interest came from you, now, one of the closest friends of Sasha was kinda attractive and that mullet of his was certainly points extra.

You started talking cuasually, some "hey"s and "how are you"s were traded between a sudden interest came from you, Jean being his flirty self did started to show off trying to get your attention but a simple "stop that, I like you being yourself" made him realize that it was too overwhelming.

now you were like 'everybody knows they like each other except themselves trope'. even Eren was routing for you.

actually, it was Eren who encouraged Jean to confess. Jean told you he liked you with a bunch of flowers he found in the forest. they turned out to be purple tulips and red carnation.

Jean since day one established that communication to him was very important and that he would be there anytime you needed something.

he respects your boundaries.

he would try to put you first, does care if you do the same but understands your beliefs.

comforts you the best he can, long hugs, forhead kisses, tender caresses and some advice if you ask for them.

lots of girls want him but he is loyal to the core, would never cheat on you

will cuddle till death, he is a loveball

he would prefer you to be a bit clingy in public but not to the point of making uncomfortable other people

will pepper your face with kisses all the time

his morning voice is like angel's singing, god praise and value that raspy tone 😤

loves to draw you, he gifts you only the best ones tho, mostly are just doodles of you two doing shenanigans

loves seeing your work and is always intrigued in your artistic process

"babe can I hang this in my room?"

cooks delicious but bakes horrendous, please do him cupcakes, he loves them

will tickle you in the morning to get you up for duty

he has a lot of sarcastic comments, most of them are bad, but you end up laughing because of how bad they are

pet names he will use are babe, bubs, baby, darling, sweetie, and only for soecial ocassions honey

likes to grab you by the waist

cooking dates! or more like those cliché romatic dates where he cooks dinner along with candles, rose petals and old music in the background

very cheesy but puts a lot of effort in it, and the food is 10/10 and the night surprise too 😩🙏🏼

the world he lives in is very curel and horrible, you made it shine and for that he will always have a space in his heart for you <3

¡! NSFW ¡!

he is a thighs man

so when he first saw you so vulnerable he went crazy

your bare core oh so inviting to him

his fingers work wonders and his tongue too

loves to spank you

you + riding him = him in heaven

when he cums he moans

he gets addicted to your taste so expect him eating you out everytime he can

loves to be teased in public, his girl trying to turn him on with lots of people around huh, he's in

one of his fav positions is doggy because he can be deeper in you and gets to grab your ass and thighs

bondage

please overstimulate him while he's tied up

cries when he gets to much stimulation, he likes it but will never admit it

blowjobs are a must too

his cum is thick and tastes quite good ngl, not salty, just perfect

he has big thighs too

sensitive in his lower stomach

his abs 😩😩😩😩

lick his nipples, trust me

he's big in general, his dick is not the exception

around 7 in, pink when he gets horny, trimmed, and some veins on the side

a lot of cuddle sex

degrade him when you are riding him. like PLEASE DO IT.

[purple tulips: loyalty] [red carnation: pure love] [dandelions: hope and happiness]

¡! song recommendation ¡!

he would put this song to dance with you 😭💖

a colour i’ll never know

pairing: badboy!heeseung x librarian!musician!reader

summary: The world isn't always in black and white. And who better to teach you that than a bad boy in leather?

warnings: cursing, mentions of food, y/n gets followed by some creepy drunk guys towards the end.

word count: 5,993.

note: the way this is both the fastest i've ever written something and also the longest thing i've ever written... lol bad boy heeseung the things u do to me. i made a playlist here of all the pieces mentioned in the fic if you want to listen to them!!

happy valentine's day!!

For the most part, you enjoyed working at the library. It was quiet (which did wonders for the many headaches you got from staying up too late), the pay was pretty decent, and you were surrounded by books all day.

Some might’ve thought it to be too lonely, considering the fact that the only people you interacted with were frazzled college students who were too busy doing last minute studying to initiate small talk, and Mrs. Johnson, the head librarian, but you never minded. A set of underdeveloped social skills always tended to make you feel awkward when you interacted with people you didn’t know, and you found working in a place so quiet and undisturbed felt much more natural, as opposed to working as a barista in a coffee shop that never died down.

It made you uncomfortable just thinking about it. You had no idea how Lia did it every day.

So yes. The library was quiet, and peaceful, and boring, and just how you liked it.

Especially now, seeing as it was a Monday morning, and most of the people that usually came in were probably too busy nursing awful hangovers to even get out of bed.

You sighed contentedly as you placed Macbeth back on the shelf, Schubert’s Impromptu No. 3 playing softly from your headphones. Even though returning books to proper places on shelves was often boring and rather tedious, it felt relaxing after the hectic weekend you’d had, trying to catch up on the assignment your music professor had given you.

You always did hate theory-

“-hello? Anyone home up there?” Your right earphone had been abruptly pulled out and the music replaced by the sound you hated possibly more than anything.

Someone was trying to get your attention, and evidently they chose to do it in the most obnoxious way possible.

You inhaled deeply, bade farewell to Mansfield Park as you placed it on the shelf, and turned to see who dared to approach you, only to stop short.

Because there was no way Lee Heeseung was standing in front of you right now.

Lee Heeseung, who was never seen in anything but dark colours, had more piercings than you could count, an arm full of tattoos, and drove a motorcycle.

Lee Heeseung, who you had never seen anywhere near the library before.

Lee Heeseung, who apparently was standing in front of you, and who looked you up and down with a raised brow.

You cleared your throat, hoping the shock didn’t show on your face. “Yes? Can I help you with something?”

A slow smirk made itself at home on his face. “You’d already know the answer to that if you weren’t listening to music on the job, sweetheart.” He shook his head in mock disappointment, clicking his tongue.

You narrowed your eyes. “What I do on the job is none of your business. And it’s not like it’s against the rules anyway.”

Heeseung’s eyebrows raised. “Well well well, who knew little Miss Librarian had some fire in her.” He leaned in, getting much too close for comfort. “What music has you getting so defensive, hm?”

Without even asking, Heeseung picked up the earbud that was hanging down limply and lifted it close enough to hear what was playing. By now Schubert’s piece had ended, and Bruch’s second movement from Violin Concerto No. 1 was playing softly.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes upon hearing the music. “Classical, how boring and stereotypical.”

“Oh really?” You snatched your earbud back. “A bit bold of you to be judging a book by its cover, don’t you think Mr Badboy Wannabe?”

Watching Heeseung’s overly confident front start to crumble gave you some kind of twisted satisfaction.

You stood up straighter, gripping on the handle of the book trolley. “Now, do you actually need help with something? Or can I go back to my job and boring music?”

Heeseung seemed to be debating with himself on whether it was worth it to ask you for something, but before he could (most likely) come up with some kind of ridiculous excuse for no longer needing help, someone suddenly came up behind him, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.

“Hey man, you find the book yet?”

Jay Park. The only child of a very well off CEO, culinary arts major, and Lee Heeseung’s best friend.

Heeseung frowned. “No. I’ve looked everywhere for it, but I guess they don’t have it.”

“Damn, that’s too ba-“

“What book is it?” You interrupted. “Maybe I could help you find it.”

“There’s no need for tha-“

“Oh sweet!” Jay handed you a small piece of paper. “It’s this one.”

You unfolded it, raising a brown once you read the title.

“Let me guess, you don’t have it?” Heeseung’s cocksure attitude was back and more infuriating than before. “Or are you just not a fan, sweetheart?”

“Making assumptions again, are we?” You stepped closer to him, so close your noses were almost touching. The way he didn’t even flinch, but very obviously glanced down at your lips told you everything you needed to know about him.

But instead of closing the distance like you were sure he was expecting you to do, you leaned your head back a bit and reached up between your faces, grasping the spine of a book and pulling it out. “Enjoy, sweetheart.”

You shoved the book into his chest and turned around, not bothering to glance back as you put your other earbud in, and pushed the trolley down the aisle and into the next one.

To say Heeseung was stunned as he watched you walk away would have been the understatement of the century. But as he looked down at the book in his hands, Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus, he knew one thing for sure.

He had to get to know you.

The next time Heeseung went to the library, he had the pleasure of seeing you again, only this time you weren’t working.

The table you were sitting at was next to the window, with golden sun rays shining through, giving the perfect natural lighting. As he got closer he could see that you had one of your headphones in, the other lying limp along your chest, and your phone lying on the table upward allowed him to see that you were once again listening to classical music. Specifically Dvorak’s Violin Concerto in A Minor.

“Do you listen to anything but that boring music?”

You didn’t even bother looking up from your book. “I know you didn’t just call Dvorak boring.”

“You’re right, I called his music boring.”

You glanced up at him, unimpressed. “Is there a reason you’re talking to me? Or do you just enjoy annoying people?”

Heeseung gasped dramatically, lifting a hand to place over his heart and groaning like he’d been shot. “You wound me, sweetheart.”

You closed the book with a sigh. It was clear you wouldn’t be getting any studying done with him here. “Are you ever going to stop calling me sweetheart?”

“Not like I have anything else to call you.” Heeseung pulled out the chair across from you and made himself at home on it.

“Of course. Not like I have a name or anything.”

He tipped his chair back and propped his feet up on the table. “Not one that you’ve given me.”

You reached across and shoved his feet down, biting back a laugh at the way he momentarily flailed before catching himself. “You should know better than to contaminate the library like that.”

“‘Contaminate’?” He looked at you incredulously. “What am I, some kind of virus?”

You shrugged and started stacking up your books. “Who knows. You might have some kind of badboy cooties that I don’t know about.”

“I thought we left cooties back in first grade.”

“Of course you did.”

“I’m Heeseung by the way.”

You stared at him blankly. “I know.”

Heeseung smirked, his lip ring glinting in the sunlight. “So you’ve heard of me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You rolled your eyes. “Is there anyone on campus who hasn’t heard of you?”

“I see my reputation precedes me.” As much as you hated to admit it, the way he leaned back in the chair, arms crossed and legs spread, was kind of attractive.

He raised a brow at you.

Really attractive.

You stood up with a sigh and picked up your stack of books. “To say the least. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would actually like to get some studying done.”

Heeseung felt a small sense of disappointment as he watched you walk away again. “So no name?” He called out rather loudly, ignoring all the dirty looks and shushing.

You glanced back with a smile. “You’ll just have to earn it, sweetheart.”

“I can’t believe you said that to him.”

You continued reshelving books but spared a glance at Lia. “Why?”

“Um, because it’s Lee Heeseung? Hello? The dude is scary as hell.”

“Really?” You walked out of the aisle and went to the desk with Lia following you not far behind. “I guess the tattoos and piercings can be considered kind of intimidating. Or more so the piercings since I haven’t seen any of his tattoos yet. I swear it could be a 100 degrees and he’d still wear that stupid leather jacket.”

Lia grabbed a random book that was sitting on the desk and started paging through it. “Sounds like someone is a little upset that she hasn’t gotten to see the Harms yet.”

You turned to her with a frown. “The what?”

“Harms. Heeseung arms."

“Heeseung arms. Harms.” You stared at her for a moment before shaking your head. “You spend too much time on Twitter, you know that?”

“Yes yes, I know. It’s a fatal flaw, a red flag, whatever. As I was saying though, I think it’s really-“

“And how’s the prettiest librarian to ever walk to earth doing today?”

You sighed deeply and looked up at Heeseung. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen Mrs. Johnson since yesterday.”

“So feisty for no reason, sweetheart.”

“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “You haven’t seen feisty yet.”

“Oh really? Maybe you’d like to show me sometime.”

Lia looked back and forth between the two of you. “You two look like you need some alone time, so I’m just gonna head out. See you later Y/- ” At your sharp look she cut herself off. “Right. Yeah. See you later.”

Once Lia had left, you turned to Heeseung. “May I help you?”

He grinned flirtatiously. “Just here to return a book.”

You sat down on the chair as he placed it on the counter. “About time. I was beginning to think you lost it.”

“I didn’t think you were the type to judge slow readers, sweetheart.”

“I’m not,” You scanned the book back into the system. “But I am one to judge people who wait until the day after the due date to return something.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “What can I say? When I read something I really like to make sure I absorb it.”

You stood up with the book he returned, as well as a few others, and started towards the aisles that they belonged in. “Yeah, you would.”

Heeseung followed you, apparently not getting the hint that you were done talking to him. “So when can I take you out?”

“That depends.” You placed Jane Eyre back in her rightful spot. “Do you mean take me out as in you’re planning an assassination, or take me out on a date?”

“A date of course.”

You turned to him with the sweetest smile you could muster. “Never.”

He followed you to the next aisle as well. “You can’t mean that, sweetheart.”

“Can’t I?”

“But how could you go through life without knowing what it’s like to go on a date with the one and only Lee Heeseung?”

You snorted. “I think I’ll live.”

“Not even one, teeny, tiny date?”

You turned to look at him for a moment, considering. He really knew how to do the puppy-dog eyes well.

Finally, you sighed. “Fine. If you can find out my name all by yourself, I’ll go out with you.”

“Wait really-“

“But that means no asking your friends, my friends, or any of our professors. Deal?” You held out your hand, and Heeseung took it without hesitation.

“Deal.”

Seeing Heeseung somewhere besides the library felt odd. It was almost like you’d forgotten that he existed outside of the building.

And yet as you saw him walking towards you while you were sitting in the courtyard waiting for Lia, you could feel an odd mix of dread and excitement in the pit of your stomach.

For once, Heeseung wasn’t wearing his trademark leather jacket, and despite the fact that it was the beginning of February and cold as fuck, he was wearing a short sleeved shirt. Which meant that you could see his ink covered firearms and biceps.

A voice in your head that sounded suspiciously like Lia was chanting Harms, Harms, Harms.

You were never going to forgive her for planting that seed in your thoughts.

“How’s my sweetheart doing today?”

You desperately hoped that he hadn’t caught you checking him out. “Well I was doing great until about two seconds ago when some crazy guy wearing short sleeves in winter started talking to me.”

Heeseung sat down on the bench beside you. “What can I say? Gotta find some way to woo you into going out with me.”

“Giving up on my name so soon?”

“I wouldn’t say giving up, more so….showing off what could be yours if you just tell me what it is yourself.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “And you thought that getting frostbite would be the best way to do it?”

“I mean…” Heeseung scooted closer and lifted his arm, placing it on the top of the bench behind you. “I could’ve just stripped down in the library, but somehow I didn’t think you’d be as appreciative of that as Mrs. Johnson would.”

You rolled your eyes. “Congratulations, you finally made a smart decision.” The wind started to pick up, and you could see Heeseung start to shiver ever so slightly. “Though not really considering you’re practically freezing to death. Where’s your jacket?”

You weren’t sure if it was the cold weather, but you could’ve sworn that he was blushing. “I uh, I kind of left it at my apartment.”

“Of course you did,” you muttered, standing up. “Come on Frosty, let’s go some place warm before it gets so cold your heart freezes.”

“That’s impossible as long as you’re around sweetheart.”

You didn’t bother to reply as you pulled out your phone and texted Lia, asking to reschedule your study date, to which she enthusiastically agreed.

You were already several steps away when you realized that Heeseung wasn’t following you. Looking back you saw him still sitting on the bench, watching you go with an unreadable expression on his face.

You decided to ignore that for now. “Are you coming or was it your plan all along to get hypothermia?”

“That depends,” Heeseung stood up and jogged the few paces over. “If I do get hypothermia, will you nurse me back to health?”

“Aww,” You patted his cheek with your mitten-clad hand. “Not a chance.”

The cafe you took Heeseung to was one you visited often, seeing as it wasn't far from your apartment. As you stepped into the warm building filled with the bittersweet aroma of coffee and sweet cream, you almost felt like you were home.

“Huh,” He looked around, admiring all the duck themed decorations. “I didn’t take you as the kind of person who liked cutsey cafes.”

You side-eyed him. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

He turned to look at you head on. “I hope I can have the opportunity to learn, then.”

Had his eyes always had those little specks of gold in them?

You cleared your throat and looked away. “Right, um. Do you want anything to eat or drink? My treat.”

The look of pure joy on Heeseung’s face as he picked out a pastry struck something deep within you.

Maybe he’s not so bad after all…

“I must say I’m rather disappointed, Y/N.” Mr. Scott, your music teacher, shook his head. “Haven’t you practiced anything I taught you last week?”

“Yes, of course I have. It’s just-“

“No. No more excuses. Play it again.”

You’d never been the biggest fan of Mozart, and as you were forced to play Sonata in C for the third time that afternoon, you knew your hatred was starting to show through your playing.

This time you didn’t even get the whole way through it before Mr. Scott was stopping you.

“Look Y/N, I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to fix it. I know you can play better than this. I don’t want to feel like I’m listening to a robot playing, I need to hear your emotion. Learn the piece so you know it like the back of your hand, and then put some emotion into it. Think about what story you want to tell with it. Don’t come to me until you think you can do that, otherwise we’ll be wasting both of our time.”

You watched Mr. Scott walk out of the music room from your place at the piano. When he was out of sight you let out a deep breath.

As much as you wanted to pretend you didn’t care, getting scolded by people, especially your music teacher, always left you feeling sensitive and exposed. It wasn’t like you wanted to play with the piece with no emotion, you just couldn’t seem to find the pulse, which frustrated you to no end.

“Well that guy sounds like a real asshole.”

Heeseung was the last person you had expected to see here, but if the past few weeks had taught you anything when it comes to him, it was to expect the unexpected.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How long were you standing out there?”

“Oh, long enough.” He said vaguely, walking further into the room to stand beside the piano. “Really though, it sounded great. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

You huffed. “Yes he does, he was right about everything. It may have sounded perfect technically, but musically it was like a dying fish.”

“Huh,” Heeseung started looking through the music you had stacked on the side of the piano. “I honestly couldn’t tell the difference.”

“Trust me, if I was playing something I actually enjoyed, you’d be able to tell.”

“Oh really? Play me one of your favourite pieces then.”

You stared at him for a moment.

“Fine.”

Taking a deep breath, you placed your fingers on the cold, solid keys. The music that floated through the room felt intimately familiar. You used to play it so much each note felt like a part of you.

The silence after you played the final chord felt almost deafening.

“What’s it called?” Heeseung asked quietly.

“Romance in F minor, Opus 5. It’s one of my favorites from Tchaikovsky.”

He huffed and sat down on the bench beside you. “Didn’t sound very romantic.”

You frowned. “It didn’t?”

“Nah. Isn’t romance supposed to be all sappy and in love? Shouldn’t it have been something happy and bouncy sounding?”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s only one aspect of romance. There’s more than one layer to things like that. This piece does sound romantic, it’s just supposed to be showing the more depressing and dark side of romance. The doubts, the fears, the ‘what if’s’.”

Heeseung tilted his head. “I never thought about it that way. I guess not everything is set in black and white.”

“Exactly. That’s why you cant just listen to what’s being played, but how it’s being played.”

“I just hear music.”

“See? That’s the problem. You can’t just hear the music, you have to hear it.”

Heeseung blinked. “You just said the exact same thing.”

“Not like that,” you rolled your eyes. “You have to listen to what it’s saying. Like the first movement of Wienawski’s Violin Concerto Number 2. If you just listen to it it’ll sound like yet another boring classical piece. But if you listen to it and really hear it, you’ll hear the emotion, the words, the story it’s trying to tell.”

“And what do you hear when you listen to it?” Heeseung’s voice was soft.

You thought about it for a moment. “I hear anger. I hear a weakness that’s trying to make itself strong, and a disappointment wishing it could be content and being frustrated that it isn’t. But most of all I hear an underlying but deep-set pain.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “You really hear all that?”

You started messing with a string from your hoodie. “Yeah. It’s-It’s weird, I know.”

“No!” You’d never seen Heeseung’s eyes wider. “It’s not weird at all. I think it’s amazing how you can hear it and just….know.” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a small, humorless laugh. “I wish I could do that. I guess I’m just too dumb.”

You placed your hand on top of his hesitantly. “Don’t say that. You’re never too dumb to understand something, it just takes time.”

“You think?” He turned his hand over and laced your fingers together.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Thanks Y/N.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “Wha- How did you-“

“I told you I was out there long enough.” Heeseung grinned. “So how does Friday at 6:00 sound?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on, Y/N! I promise I’m a safe driver and I’ll even go extra slow for you!”

You crossed your arms and looked Heeseung dead in the eyes. “I don’t care if you’re going five miles an hour, there is no way on God’s green earth that I am getting on that death trap.”

Heeseung stepped closer and grasped your arms gently. “Y/N, I know I don’t have the greatest reputation, but I would never do something reckless when I’m responsible for someone else’s life. Especially yours.” His eyes were wide and imploring. “Please, sweetheart?”

You sighed, dropping your arms. “Those bambi eyes should really be illegal.”

You held your hand out for a helmet, and Heeseung’s grin almost made it worth it.

Almost because by the time you got to your destination and took off the helmet, your hair looked like a bird’s nest.

Heeseung clapped a hand over his mouth, presumably to stop himself from laughing.

You glared at him. “I hate you and your stupid bike.”

“It’s not that bad…” He cleared his throat and busied himself with getting some things out of the side pouch on his motorcycle. “Really. I think you look cute.”

You took the blanket out of his arms so he had a free hand to carry the other things. “And I think you’re a liar.”

“Think whatever you want sweetheart, still doesn’t change the fact that you look adorable even with messy hair.” Heeseung closed the bag and motioned for you to follow him.

“What are we even doing, anyway?” You asked, cheeks burning. “You didn’t bring me all the way up here just to turn me into a skin suit, did you?”

Heeseung looked over his shoulder with a teasing smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yes?” You frowned. “Why do you think I asked.”

“Look,” Heeseung had stopped abruptly, just staring ahead. “isn’t it beautiful?”

You stepped around him and suddenly felt breathless. You had admittedly been rather suspicious of Heeseung when he took you out of the city and up a large hill, but now, as you were looking out and could see all the buildings and lights sparkling with the sun setting in the background, you were left speechless.

Eventually you were broken out of your trance by Heeseung’s voice. “Here, you can spread the blanket out here.”

You did as instructed and sat down next to him, letting out a laugh when you saw what he had in the grocery bag.

“Juice boxes and lunchables, huh?”

“Of course, only the finest of dining for my lady.” Your eyebrows raised at the endearment, but for once you decided not to comment on it. “Just wait til you see what I have for dessert.”

You picked up a Capri-Sun and pulled the straw off, sticking it into the premarked hole. “That better not have been a dick joke.”

Heeseung choked on the cracker he had just taken a bite out of. “Wow, okay.” His voice was scratchy. “You really don’t pull any punches, do you?”

You shrugged, picking up your own cracker. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

After finishing your food and drinks as well as desert (turns out it wasn’t a dick joke, but he had also brought fruit snacks), the two of you laid back on the blanket and looked at the sky. The sun had fully set several minutes ago and the stars seemed to shine brighter than you’d ever seen before.

“Oh, before I forget,” Heeseung pulled out his phone and messed with it for a moment before the beginning notes of Myaskovsky’s Cello Sonata No. 2 started playing from it softly.

You looked at him curiously, and he avoided eye contact with you, though you could see his cheeks starting to turn pink. “What brought this on?”

“I, uh. I’ve been listening to classical music lately. I wanted to see what it was you were talking about, with the story telling and emotions and all that.”

“Really?” You couldn’t hide the shock in your voice.

He finally turned to look at you, “Yeah. This one is my favorite so far.”

“Why?”

“I…I like how delicate it sounds. Even though later on it turns into something grand and majestic, there’s still an underlying thread of fragility that sounds like it could break any second. It’s,” he swallowed, almost nervous. “It’s vulnerable.”

You smiled, turning on your side and snuggling close to him. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” You looked up, finding Orion’s Belt. “It almost reminds me of the night sky. Even though it’s bigger than we could ever imagine, it still has this delicacy that makes it feel like we could almost reach up and put the stars right into our hands.”

Heeseung’s left hand started to run through your hair, while the other lifted your hand that was resting against his stomach to his lips for a soft kiss on the back of it. “I think I’ve already got a star in my hands.”

It had been about two weeks since your first (and so far only) date with Heeseung, and to say you had become smitten with him would be an understatement. When he dropped you off at the front door of your apartment he had given you a sweet kiss on your cheek and a piece of paper with his number on it, and left with a quiet “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” whispered between you.

Unfortunately, even though you texted each other every day along with the occasional call, you hadn’t been able to see him much since then. With him being more busy than usual with classes (finding out he was studying psychology was quite the surprise) and you picking up extra shifts at the library, finding time to actually seemed to be impossible at the moment.

At least until the night before Valentine’s Day.

It had already been a long day, seeing as what felt like every student in the surrounding colleges and high schools decided to do their last minute studying today. You had been at the library since noon, and you were just starting the walk home now, at 10:30.

You had just crossed the street, still several blocks from home, when the uncomfortable feeling of being watched started to settle over you. You looked over your shoulder as discreetly as possible, and sure enough. There were three men, probably not much older than yourself, most likely drunk with the way they were walking, and definitely following you.

You started to walk a bit faster and pulled out your phone. Your hands were shaking as you went into your recent calls and tapped Lia’s name. Even if she would never let you live this down, you could put up with a lifetime of teasing if it meant you got home safe.

As soon as you heard her pick up the phone you started talking. “Hey baby! I just left the library, where do you wanna meet up?”

“Y/N?”

That was definitely not Lia’s voice.

“H-Heeseung?” You pulled your phone away from your ear and looked at the contact name. Sure enough the name, Heeseungie <3 was staring back at you “Oh, hey, uh, sorry about that.I meant to call Lia because there’s these guys following me and I think they’re drunk but that doesn’t really make it any better and I just thought that maybe if I pretended that I was calling my boyfriend they’d leave me alone but I…I don’t really think it’s working. I don’t know.” You tried to make your voice as quiet as possible.

“What? Where are you?”

You glanced behind you. They were still there. “A few blocks from the library. I think they’re getting closer.”

“Are there any stores around that are open?”

“Yeah, there’s a 24-hour convenience store a little bit up ahead.”

“Okay, good.” Heeseung sounded relieved. “Just wait in there, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Wait what? Heeseung, no. It-It’s fine I can just wait in there until they leave or something. You don’t need to get up or anything I can-“

“Sweetheart.”

You swallowed. “Yes?”

“Wait in there. I’ll get there as soon as possible.” His tone left no room for argument. “What store is it?”

“Okay…” Even if you didn’t want to admit it, you were relieved. “It’s CU.”

“Alright. Just hold tight, I’ll see you soon.” You could hear rustling on the other side of the line. “Do you want to stay on the phone with me until I get there?”

You rolled your eyes as you pulled the door open. ”I’m not a baby, Heeseung.”

“I never said you were, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to be scared.” His breathing started to pick up, almost like he was running. “I’m almost there.”

“Okay,” You made your way to the aisle with chips and pretended like you were trying to pick one. “You can hang up if you want.”

“I never want to hang up on you sweetheart,” You could practically see his flirty grin. “Did they follow you into the store?”

You glanced at the entrance, feeling even more on edge when you spotted them loitering around it, probably also pretending to look at things. “Yeah.”

“Alright, I can see the store. See you in a second,”

You hung up without a word, putting your phone back into your bag and staring intently at the chips. Would Cheetos be an appropriate last meal?

“Hey baby.” Your head snapped to the end of the aisle, seeing Heeseung walking towards you. He was wearing a tight, short sleeved shirt once again, displaying his tattoos, but instead of the usual black jeans and boots, he was in a pair of dark grey sweatpants and black and white sneakers. Upon reaching you he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “How’s my favorite girl?”

You leaned against him, placing your hands overtop of his and lacing your fingers together. “A lot better now that you’re here.”

“What’s this?” He gasped dramatically. “Y/N is actually happy to see me? I better mark this on the calendar.”

“Shut up,” you elbowed him gently. “I’m always happy to see you.”

Heeseung huffed. “Oh really? Tell that to the Y/N of last month.”

You looked up at him with a teasing smile. “You mean the Y/N that was being hit on relentlessly by the guy who had never spoken more than one word to her before? That Y/N?”

“…fair enough.”

You turned back to the chips. “Yeah I thought so.”

“You wanna get something and go back to my place? We could have a movie night or something.” His thumb started rubbing yours gently. “No funny business, I promise.”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “That sounds nice.”

You each picked out a few snacks and a drink, paying for them as quickly as possible and making your way to the entrance, where the three drinks were still waiting. Apparently they hadn’t gotten the hint.

Just as you were passing by them, the shortest of the three muttered something too quiet for you to hear, but it obviously wasn’t anything good seeing as Heeseung immediately let go of your hand and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him close to his face. “You wanna say that about my girlfriend again?”

You’d never seen him look this intimidating, even before you really got to know him. If you were being completely honest, it was kind of hot.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He struggled against Heeseung’s hold while his friends watched with wide eyes.

Heeseung narrowed his eyes with a huff. “That’s what I thought.” He let him go and grabbed your hand again. “C’mon sweetheart, let’s go home.”

You were about a block away from the store when you finally decided to speak up. “So… girlfriend, huh?”

Even in the dim light from the street-lamps you could still see Heeseung start to blush. “Yeah, sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly with his free hand. “I actually wanted to ask you when we had our date, but I thought it was too soon.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I can’t guarantee that I would’ve said yes, so it was probably for the best.”

“Right.” It was obvious he was at least somewhat disappointed. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t then.”

By now the two of you had reached Heeseung’s apartment building. He moved to unlock the front door, but you tightened your hold on his hand, pulling him back. “If you wanted to ask me now, though…”

“Now?” His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Wouldn’t you want it to be more, I don’t know, romantic?”

“Who said it’s not romantic? It’s the night before Valentine’s Day, you just saved me from a couple of drunk idiots, and you bought me snacks.” You shrugged. “Can’t get much more romantic than that.

“Alright,” Heeseung suddenly dropped to one knee, holding your free hand with both of his. “Y/N, sweetheart, would you allow me to have the honor and privilege of having you as my girlfriend, and letting me be your boyfriend?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to think about it. “I suppose I could.”

He stood back up with a grin, placing his hands on your cheeks and leaning in close. “Does that mean I get to kiss you now?”

“If I recall correctly, you’ve already kissed me.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes and leaned in even closer, your noses brushing together. It reminded you of the day you first talked to each other.

“Trust me sweetheart,” his lips brushed against yours. “When I kiss you for real, you’ll be able to tell.”

“Oh really? Prove it-“

Before you could even finish your sentence, his lips were on yours, and you could already feel yourself getting addicted to the way his soft lips moved against yours, contrasting with the cold metal of his lip piercing pressing against the corner of your mouth.

When you finally broke apart, you were both panting for air.

“If that’s what a real kiss is, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“Oh?” Heeseung pecked your lips once more. “Guess I’ll just have to make up for it then.”

You grinned. “I look forward to it.”

Unexpected Chapter 18

summary: what to expect when you’re expecting the child of a rich, womanizing, alcoholic, unredeemable asshole? and what to do when the unexpected, improbable, irrational happens?

pairing: jean kirstein x (fem) reader

genre: modern au, 18+

warning: jean and reader arguing, postpartum, angst 

When Jean went back to the office – a week after the baby’s birth – he was pleasantly surprised by all the congratulations he got. People whose names he didn’t even know smiled at him and shook his hand. Pieck hugged him, which was bizarre and somewhat uncomfortable. Sasha came to his office to perch on his desk and flick through the hundreds of photos he’d taken on his phone since the birth. Connie brought champagne and cigars for the whole floor.

Less surprising, and much less pleasant, were all the messages Mr. Ackerman had left. They ranged in timbre from furious to businesslike to mind-numbingly boring. He rested his head in his hands as he listened to them, too exhausted to get riled up. He’d slept no more than three hours at a time since his daughter’s birth.

In some ways, it was a relief to be back at the office. Y/n had cried every day since the baby had been born. Most of the time, she cried in the shower, or when he went to his penthouse to get more clothes and freshen up. Her eyes were tell-tale, though. They were red-rimmed and swollen. He didn’t ask why she cried. He assumed it was hormones run amuck, and he knew that when it came to Y/n, hormonal sobbing was only one misstep away from hormonal rage.  

For her part, the baby didn’t bother hiding her tears or her indignation. She seemed to cry whenever she was awake. She was particularly apt to wail until she was red in the face if it was in the middle of the night.

Jean was hopeless in the face of all this. Feeding the baby worked, so he tried feeding Y/n. That didn’t work. No matter what he brought her or made her, she picked at it listlessly. Letting Y/n curl up in bed and sleep, undisturbed, worked.  The baby seemed determined never to sleep, no matter how much he begged and rocked and paced. He would bottle-feed her pumped breastmilk so Y/n could sleep, and still, she’d cry and cry.

Her crying would keep Y/n awake, and she’d say, wan-faced, “Please make her stop.”

“I’m trying.”

“Please.”

“I’m trying!” His temper would flare up, stoked by his frustration and exhaustion, and then he’d tamp it down. “Go back to bed.”

When she did, Jean would speak to the baby, in a hushed, urgent voice. “Okay, sweetheart. Mommy needs sleep. You have to stop crying.” The baby would only cry harder as if she could sense his distress.

Bargaining worked with neither Y/n or the baby. Neither of them would listen to reason.

It was slowly driving him insane. He was a man of reason. He was ready to be back at work. Guilt plagued him, but in his office, he was in control. He kept his own schedule, not the schedule of a six-pound dictator. It was blessedly quiet.

Seguir leyendo

you guys are the real heroes

match up request: Thank you so much for creating such wonderful content! I hope everything is fine with you, I apologize in advance for various mistakes, English is not my native language! This is my first request anywhere, so I hope I sent it to the right place!

I would like to know if I can request a match by tokyo revengers?

My personality: ISTJ-T, gemini zodiac sign, I am calm, quiet and even a little reserved for strangers, I try not to start a conversation first, for fear of touching on unpleasant topics for the interlocutor, but I am ready to support the person if he wants to communicate with me. I am more open with close people, together we can go crazy, but I quickly get tired of communication and I need a break sometimes long, but I always return to friends. I am not a very active person, and it is an art to get me out of the house, but I am extremely hospitable within my home and am ready to provide comfort and coziness to any person. For me, family comes first, so if you enter the circle of people close to me, I will do anything for you!

I like: music (it's a tragedy to go outside without headphones), books of almost any genre, but I prefer science fiction and horror, I have a sweet tooth and a homebody, I love comfort and cold weather and bitter coffee, I like cute things, there are collections of proteins that just lie and delight the eye. I love the silence, but from time to time I like to attend noisy events.

Pronouns : she/ her

A heterosexual girl, in a relationship I am looking for mutual respect and support. I will maintain stability and trust with a partner.

genre (fluff, Smut)

Thank you for reading this! Have a good day!

I match you with...

¡! Mitsuya Takashi ¡!

Why?

Because you are made for each other, a pair of good looking, kind introverts, never fails. your relationship is based in trust and stability!

general headcanons:

¡! SFW ¡!

you met in middle school

he was a quiet kid, nothing that really called your attention, until you had a project together

you were going to take care of an egg in pairs for three months just to prove that you were responsible of your own actions, treating the egg as your own child

you both named it Izumi

it was something kinda easy because of the calm nature of the boy

he always helped you, you need a small crib? don't worry, he has already bought one, you need time to yourself? don't worry, he's ok with extra time with Izumi, she needs clothes? don't worry, he already made 3 sets of colorful skirts and tops for the little one.

he always took care of details

you almost broke her one time. you slipped because you were in a rush to get to class in time, too bad they were mopping the floor

he, as the kind king he is, comforted you, telling you it was okay, Izumi was okay but you needed to be careful.

most of your classmates broke their eggs but you made it to the end with an A+

it was weird to stop talking to him after so much time, you went to his house often to handle him Izumi and now none of that happened, you missed him.

and so did he, he missed your soft laugh when he spoke to you about his sisters and how they wanted to take care of Izumi, your smile when seeing new clothes on the egg, your everything

so, he asked you out

meeting at 3 pm to eat in a ramen shop, then going to the mall to buy some things for you with you, and later leaving you in your house at 9 pm, with a tender kiss to your cheek, leaving you a blushing mess.

you had mutual attraction but it wasn't until the 4th date he asked you to be his girlfriend

the most caring boyfriend that exists

always makes sure you are okay, if not makes the possible to have you satisfied

buuuut he is not clingy

gives you personal space and expects the same

not possesive but likes you to wear his clothes in public

designs you clothes, and makes you model them

only handmade gifts

introduced you to Toman higher ups only, and always keeps you informed about whats going on in the gang

prepares to you dinner and invites you to his house to enjoy it with his sisters

enjoys to bake with you, somehow you always end up with flour in your body

introduced you to his mother one time and it was a little messy, the woman is not aware of her children, knows almost nothing about them :[

loves to hear you rant about your day

loves kissing you

he is a super good kisser wtf hidrated lips all the time

will go with you to make your nails together

defends you

will support you in everything

big spoon but sometimes likes to be the small one, just to feel your heartbeat

he has something with singing, so sing to him, does not care if you have a good voice or not

knows how to dance

will take care of you in parties, trust him your drink

sometimes acts like if he was your dad because he is used to taking that role

puts you first

is very proud of his sisters, shows you photos of them when they were young

likes to be vulnerable with you, mostly crying with you

avoids fights

super domestic, family iis very important to him

¡! NSFW ¡!

switch, but prefers being sub

DEGRADE HIM.

only when rough tho

bondage is wow to him

makes you lingerié, lots of lace and cute things

god with oral

the best thing your pussy has ever felt is his tongue and lips, always surprises you with some new movement

how? we don't know

bratty sub

will make you scream his name, doesn't care if you are heard across the world

not a massive cock but knows how to use it, and with his tongue is more than enough

beautiful fingers

they look even more beautiful inside you

isn't afraid to try new things, will hesitate with pegging but ends up doing it anyways

favorite position is reverse cowgirl

loves to fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see your face

always makes you cum like 3 times

he will not try threesomes, just wants you

thigh riding and thigh fucking

thighs in general hehe

licks you up after cuming

equal pleasure guy

play with his balls

he normal trims his bush, he is not hairy after all

praises you when he is in his climax

consensual king too

will never do anything to you without his permission

doesn't admit it, but loves to fuck your throat

will be very passionate

aftercare is wow, just like him 😗

sorry for taking so long 😭 Im very busy in my normal life and my dad isn't helping

with love, for: @marikabal

¡! song recommendation ¡!

please can you make you lose your virginity with Kawata Souya

The First Time // Kawata Souya "Angry" x fem. bodied! reader

genre: mdni fluff

warnings: 18+, use of protection, mentions of overstimulation (because we love a good responsible couple), established relationship

A.N: kinda weird cause I've never written a smut fic, needed to make it cheesy because yeah 💅🏼 hope you enjoy it! Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed!

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

It wasn't the first time you felt like this with someone, but it was definitely the first time you did something like this with someone.

A few caresses and innocent kisses soon turned into more passionate strokes and a hot makeout. he grabed parts of your body with such an intention that those feelings transmitted to you, making you ache for more.

He was quick to start taking off his clothes and yours, asking permission first. he dived into your neck, almost leaving hickies. you wanted more and more, desire clouded your mind and before you could do anything your pants were out of the way. he was already naked when you realized what was happening and you were about to be exactly like him, you didn't even realize you were the one taking off your panties, leaving from doing such action, insecureness started wandering in your mind. he noticed it by the way your face didn't look like it did moments ago, so he stopped and asked again "are you sure you want to do this? we can stop whenever you want to, love", to which you responded hesitantly "nono its okay, its just that I'm a little scared". he opened your legs carefully and said "don't worry, I'll make sure you feel in heaven", you nodded feeling more secure.

He kissed your lower stomach, as if he was asking permission to enter, he reached your panties and pulled them down reavealing your wet area, nothing to feel embarrased about but still it was the first time somebody looked at you the way Souya did, how his face showed nothing than pure adoration. he wasn't wearing his usual angry face, was more joyous. it felt right.

He looked up at you trying to look for discomfort, nothing of that, and proceeded to connect his lips to you, giving kisses to your thighs and near your core. you were enjoying yourself, it felt even better than what you had imagined.

Souya was just as experienced as you, inside he felt more than nervous, but seeing your face of pleasure made him aware of how much you were enjoying it.

Breathy moans coming out of your mouth, you were feeling butterflies in your stomach, no, more than that, you felt pure ecstasy building up inside you, you weren't thinking straight, only about Souya and his rhythmic tongue, not paying attention to how your hands attached to blue locks and how your hips were moving by their own, it was like a race for something you couldn't describe. A race you did win, for seconds you were in the clouds, words weren't enough for whatever you were feeling, you just knew it was something satisfying. Coming to your senses, you gazed down at the angry boy, remembering he was the one to cause this new thing. he seemed to enjoy himself also, palming his length, something you didn't even noticed.

He climbed up to your mouth kissing you while trying to reach protection, you tasted yourself, it was like nothing and everything at the same time, but condoms were more important, so, you incorporated yourself so that you could grab the box and what it contained, pulling one out.

You sat, now side to side to your lover, he looked at you with pink covering his cheeks, as if he didn't just made you cum, nerves covering hid words "a-are you sure? I-I...", "don't worry, I'll make sure you feel in heaven" you said, with a confident grin.

You opened the condom carefully with your hands and placed it in the correct site. you placed your hands in Souya's cheeks, admiring his pretty eyes. you accomodated yourself on top of the man, hiding your face in his neck, looking for support. he grabbed your waist and you sat, introducing him inside you slowly, a gasp escaped your mouth because of the stretch, nothing you couldn't handle. naturally, Souya moaned at the sensation of your walls wrapping around him and held you closer to his chest. everything was quiet for a moment, just two people connecting in more than an emotional way.

You moved slowly, getting used to the new sensation. Souya was pure red, lots of gasps escaping his lips. you silenced him, kissing him just as slowly as your pace. heat again building up inside both of you, sweat dripping from both of your bodies, the room was sudenly starting to be hotter and noisy.

The blue haired boy clutched your hips a little harder, moving you up and down, taking the lead. obediently doing so, noises of pure pleasure escaped your lips leaving Souya wanting more.

Harder and faster, everything was turning blurry again, only thing occupying your mind was lust and the need to reach your end. he was no different than you, higher notes could be heard from his throat, pure desire.

More and more and more, you wanted more. needed more. and you got what you finally wanted. the final cherry to top everything up, complete in all the extense of the word. he, on the other hand, was more quick than you, reaching his climax before you, still enjoying the overstimulation given by your pussy.

It wasn't the first time you felt like this with someone, but it definitely wouldn't be the last time, after all, you had finally found the right person you decided to be deflowered by, the right person who had the same pure intention to discover new feelings as you, the person who was more than interested in sexual desire, more like mutual desire, and, the person that could resonate with you in the best form, Kawata Souya.

Hcs for itachi with a s/o with ptsd who needs a lot of time to allow physical touching? 😞

i think this is a fantastic prompt, particularly for ita. thank you for this.

warnings: light mentions of a less than happy past relationship, but absolutely nothing graphic.

breathe {itachi uchiha hc}

You had been hurt in the past by people you cared about. Most importantly you had been hurt by the one person who had vowed to you nothing but protection.

In your youth, you had been blinded into marriage, smoke and mirrors, charisma, hope.

Everything fantastical about your relationship had been a lie and in its place, you experienced nothing but selfishness, a cold building you had once called home.

It hadn’t been something you talked about when you first met Itachi, even a year later and it was something you were still working on with yourself, let alone being able to verbalize all that pain to a new person, a new lover.

Itachi was patient with you, never prying about your past and only taking the knowledge he had heard from rumors with a grain of salt. The only information he cared about was what you told him.

When Itachi had expressed being interested in a potential courtship, be pledged that any physical aspects of that relationship would be up to your discretion.

It had been surprising to say the least. All other men who had been interested in you were dead set on just a few things.

You both started small: hand holding and linked arms in public. This was where you felt safest showing off your affection. The more eyes the better.

“Simply being next to you brings me so much joy, my love. If only I could make you feel that same joy.”

Itachi’s words hit you hard. Little did he know, he was slowly chipping away at your walls.

A few weeks later Itachi had been brave enough to ask you if he could kiss you as he dropped you off at your home after a date. It was a strange thing to be asked and there was definitely a bit of an awkward pause before you nodded and then finally felt his lips gently against yours.

Kissing this man for the first time brought back something inside of you that you hadn’t even realized you were missing.

Broken pieces slowly began to find their place again inside of your heart. And all it took was a few weeks and an innocent kiss.

Soon after that you became more comfortable spending quality time together alone. Normally this meant you would spend the night at Itachi’s which consisted of him making you dinner until you both retired to his bedroom.

It was awkward at first, the Uchiha was unsure if you would be okay sharing a bed, and you were very much unsure yourself. But the moment you felt his arms around you, all of that worry disappeared.

His touch is so gentle and so delicate, he’s very obviously afraid of hurting you.

“I wouldn’t dare cause you any pain on purpose, my love. I couldn’t live with myself. You’re much too precious to me.”

It’s the third night that you spend the night that Itachi tells you that he loves you. You return the sentiment, kissing him a little more desperately than you had before.

A few weeks before your planned wedding and you confess to Itachi that you’re ready to move on to the next step of your physical relationship.

The kissing and cuddling had become much more desperate and lustful as the weeks dragged on.

Itachi’s hands would travel your body above you clothing. You could tell he wanted more, and it didn’t take you much longer to want the same.

He has a long conversation with you about it, of course.

“I don’t want you to do this with me just for my own satisfaction… Your pleasure is what I’m concerned with the most. I need you to be ready as well.”

You shut him up with a less than innocent kiss.