synopsis: your boyfriend has a problem. he cant stop clinging to you, finding every excuse to cuddle right up next to you, sometimes even on you. but you want to show him you love him too, so you do what you do best.
word count: 836
“draco. youre acting like an actual pest—,” you say, trying to push his head away from where it rests on your chest. he resists, burying his face further into your pyjamas.
“draco.”
“yes, love?” he says, muffled through your clothes. he shifts, peering up at you with those mist-covered grey eyes you can never seem to resist.
“nothing.” you huff, threading your fingers through his hair, shifting his head back again so his face is pressed against your front.
“i can feel your stupid smirk.”
he laughs, palms cool by your waist, riding your shirt up a bit, making you gasp. “youre like a corpse. pale as one too,” you huff, bending your head down to kiss his hair.
he chuckles again, squeezing your waist. “yeah?”
you hum, slightly drifting off to sleep in your now basically shared bed in the single-bed dorm room you requested. “this defeats the purpose of having a single-person bedroom.” you say through a yawn.
“we know damn well you want me to be here.” he says with a half-smug smile. he shifts, starting to lightly kiss your neck, feeling your breathing grow more relaxed.
“good night, draco.”
“night,” he mumbles against your jaw.
“love.” you stir, draco’s gruff morning voice waking you up. “hm? i was asleep,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes once you noticed he wasn’t laying on you anymore.
“i saw that.” he chuckled, pushing your hair out of your face. “i love you,” he says. you blink.
“well? something to say to me after that?”
“huh? oh. i love you, too.” draco rolls his eyes,
“yet you needed to be reminded to say it back?”
you knew he was just joking, but your stomach made that weird feeling—the bad, guilty kind. “just woke up, baby. sorry,” you mumble, squeezing his wrist.
he grins, “i know. im kidding,” he stands up, “gonna shower. in my own bathroom, ive pestered you enough.” he chuckles at his own joke, unlocking and locking the door behind him.
you lean back, mind rushing. what could you do to make it up to him? these past couple of days, he’s been remarkably sweet and clingy with you, both emotionally and especially physically.
you sighed, reaching for your wand on your bedside drawer, blinking when you grasp your quill instead. you blink again, a slow realization coming in.
a couple hours and lessons later, around nine pm, you hear three familiar knocks on your bedroom door. you smile, getting the long, folded piece of parchment from your bedside table drawer and putting it inside your robes’ pocket before opening the door.
“you havent changed yet?” draco frowns. “mm, just put my robes back on. was cold,” he raises a brow, taking the robe off of your shoulders, actions smooth.
the letter falls to the ground, he picks it up. “a love letter, hm?” he fails to bite back a smile as you hang your robes, revealing your short pyjama shorts and his shirt underneath.
“read it, come on.”
he does, opening the parchment, guiding you onto his lap once he sits down on the edge of your bed, eyes traveling and stopping on the page.
dear draco,
i love you, you know that, right? in case you don’t, i’m writing this letter to remind you. i love it when you smirk after making me flustered. i love it when you bite your lip whilst concentrating in potions. i love it when your chuckle turns raspy for no reason.
i love it when you’re tired sometimes, not because i like seeing you suffer but because of the way your breath feels on my skin, like im all you need to feel better. i love it when you whisper praises in my ear at night, i love it when you kiss the one part of my neck that makes me squirm.
i love it when you pretend you can’t find something just so you can ask me for help, and shrug when i complain once finding it in plain sight. i love it when your eyes look like they physically soften when you’re around me or looking at me.
i love it when your hair turns fluffy and soft after a good quiddditch practice. i love it when you enthusiastically talk about quidditch with me, even if i don’t understand half the terms you’re using. i love it when you explain things to me for the umpteenth time and never get bored or annoyed with it.
i love it when you can practically sense when somethings wrong, even if I dont say it outright or even show it. i love it when you sigh while im playing and fidgeting around with your hair. i love it when you say you love me out loud. i love it when you listen to my talks about utter nonsense.
i love it. i love you; always, in all ways.
he finally looks at you, folding the paper with care. he kisses you fervently, pulling away only when your eyes start to flutter.
you catch your breath, arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses you all over.
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Going wedding dress shopping with Itoshi Rin is awful // fluff
(Sae x f!reader)
“How do you like this one?”
Rin shrugs, “It’s lukewarm.”
“You said that about the last three as well!”
“Because it’s true.”
You roll your eyes and look at yourself in the huge mirror.
You’re wearing a big, beautiful dress with lots of ruffles which is tight around the waist paired with opera gloves.
“I like it. What do you think Sae will think?”
“Isn’t his opinion meaningless? It’s your wedding dress and your wedding.”
You pout, “Rinnie, you’re just the sweetest person on earth.”
Rin grunts. “Doesn’t mean I like that one.”
With a big sigh, you turn around and walk to the changing room with the help of the sales lady.
The next dress you’re trying on, is a tight, beautiful satin dress. It’s more simple than the ones you’ve tried before, but just as gorgeous.
A big smile widens across your face as you look at yourself in the mirror, “This one’s beautiful.”
“It’s awful.”
You gasp, “Rin! I find it very pretty.”
“You have bad taste then. Proven by your choice of man.”
That makes you roll your eyes.
“I picked one last one, Rinnie. If that’s not good, we’ll have to go to another store.”
He nods and exhales loudly. You know exactly that he just acts like he doesn’t want this. Sae told you how much Rin adores you.
The last dress is by far the most expensive.
It’s made out of beautiful white satin with small details and the material is bound around your torso tightly.
The rest of the dress falls straight to your ankles, small gemstones and flower embroidery continue on the way down. A bunch of satin slings around your waist, in a slightly different material, held together by a gorgeous clip, making the dress look like one of a princess.
“Wow…” you turn around to look at yourself from every angle. “Rinnie, I love this one.”
After a moment of silence, Rin nods. “It’s the best one yet.”
You gasp again, this time out of excitement. “You like it?? That’s amazing, Rin! We’ll take it!”
And that’s how Sae ended up paying a million $ for your Dress.
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. Idk how people write long fics😭😭… like mama is struggling over here help! but this was very cute to make icl 😛 i’ll be trying to make longer fics thanks for the love and support. kisses <3
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆off the wall!michael teaching his shy best friend (you) how to kiss and immediately realizing you have no idea what you’re doing with him 😵💫 <3
like the second he leans closer, you get all nervous. avoiding eye contact, laughing quietly out of embarrassment, fingers twisting in your sleeves while michael watches you sooo carefully. and instead of backing off like he probably should, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever
“why you so shy all of a sudden?” He giggles. “because this is weird!”
“ain’t weird to me.” OF COURSE IT ISN’T SWEETIE 😭 he’s sitting way too close on the couch, one arm stretched behind you while he smiles all soft and amused watching you completely fall apart over one kiss.
and michael would looove teasing you about how flustered you get. not in a mean way—just enough to make you hide your face in your hands while he laughs. “you blush too much, y’know.”
“stop looking at me then!”
“can’t.” 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 then when he finally kisses you for real, you’re so nervous… like you barely kiss him back at first because your brain completely short circuits the second his hand touches your cheek.
and michael notices EVERYTHING.
the way your breathing changes. the way your hands twitch because you don’t know where to put them. the way you melt a little when he kisses you slower. “See what i did there?” he’d whisper against your lips all sweet and encouraging (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) “Mmhh- tha’s it.” which somehow makes you MORE embarrassed because why is he talking to you like that???
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and when you pull away hiding your face instantly, michael would just grin, completely obsessed with how shy you are. gently pulling your hands down so he can see you again. “No no no.. Don’t hide on me now.” He says that softly while searching for your hands.
“M-michael.. we are never doing that again.” 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
“Yes we are.” kisses you again and after that he gets soooo cocky about it too because now he knows exactly what affects you.
leaning close just to watch you get nervous. brushing his thumb over your lip during conversations. whispering “you want another lesson?” when nobody’s around……
meanwhile you can barely look him in the eyes anymore without thinking about that stupid kiss.
yeah…that’s off the wall manipulatie michael btw??
tags/cw: fluff!! suggestive content, love biting, drabble
an: this is my first fluff and I love it. My adorable wolf hubby ❤️
wc: 345~
At first, you aren't sure why. Valko would never bite hard enough to break your skin. In fact, he couldn't bear the thought of seeing you bleed. When you first moved in together, you thought Valko only liked to bite you in bed, especially when you'd feel his fangs sink into your shoulder while he was taking you from behind. Or when he nipped at your thighs every time his face was buried between them.
But over time, you became increasingly aware that it was more of a habit for him than a preference. Of course, to Valko you “taste good,” but it seems to be more than that. Valko would sink his teeth into any exposed skin on your body while you were washing the dishes, brushing your teeth, doing your makeup, anything where a mouthable part of you was in his line of sight.
“Y'look sho pretty,”
Valko would compliment you, voice muffled against the skin of your arm as he stared into the mirror reflection of your half dolled up face.
His fluffy tail would wag uncontrollably as soon as your taste hit his tongue, eliciting a small whine from him each time. Valko couldn't help it. He had this unexplainable urge every time he saw you.
You didn't think much of it, just petting him between his ears while he got his fill, hearing an almost purr like sound rumbling from his chest. It was comforting. One night, unable to sleep, you came across a video explaining what “love biting” means when dogs do it
“Your dog could be trying to get your attention, or be excited. But most likely, they're bonding with you.”
The woman's voice is just loud enough for you to hear as Valko laid peacefully beside you. You click off your phone just before feeling two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“You're awake?” You whisper
“Mhmm…”
Valko's teeth find your shoulder, uncovered by your pajama shirt. He pulls back, giving the faint mark a caring lick.
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pro hero!katsuki and his wife on vogue beauty secrets
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the camera in the expensive hotel bathroom was mounted on the counter in front of you, while you explained your skincare and makeup routine, occasionally throwing in stories about your husband, who was still snoring away in the bedroom, while you got ready. that’s what you assumed he was doing anyway.
“i don’t usually wear eyeliner because it takes a ridiculous amount of time, but we’re going to try anyway and if i screw up, at least it’ll be free entertainment for everyone watching, and for my husband if he wakes up which probably won’t be until later.”
spoke to soon.
not even a minute later, the bathroom door that was once closed behind you is pushed open and there stands katsuki, who clearly woke up a minute ago considering his hair is a mess and his eyes aren’t fully open. he scratches at his stomach while the staff behind the camera cheer at this sudden appearance.
you being yourself, also snort at his less than put together appearance and he grinned at the sound.
“am i supposed piss on camera?”
“don’t say that!”
“what? everyone does it. even you.”
“tsuki!”
collective laughter from behind the camera. you laugh too despite your earlier scold, and he doesn’t waste a second wrapping you up in his tight death grip and lifting you off the ground in a spin while you yelped, and the initial laughter from the staff now turned into “awww!”
“i’m trying to do makeup and you’re ruining the video!”
trying to keep the ‘annoyed’ demeanour, you gave him a light smack on the arm as he set you back down. that only made him grin wider, and his dimple appeared on his right cheek. you would call him cute if he wasn’t interrupting.
“pretend i’m not even here.”
except he was here, and it didn’t look like he was planning to let go of you given his grip hadn’t faltered once. katsuki reminded you of meena the elephant from sing sometimes, the way he took up space without even trying, and how we inserted himself in situations that didn’t require his presence. to add to the irony, he stamped a kiss that lasted longer than necessary on your cheek, and when he pulled back there was a small wet patch on your face that earned him a less than amused look from you.
“it hasn’t even been 2 minutes and you’re already ruining my work.” you sighed, reaching for your makeup brush again and dusted over his gross wet patch.
“don’t be so grumpy i’m just showing you how much i love you.”
wow. he was really playing it up today, and you knew it was all with the sole intention of embarrassing you in front of the camera. he was successful so far. your grumbling was cut off as he suddenly swiped the brush in your hand.
“let me help you with this.”
“tsuki!”
your protest fell on deaf ears once again. katsuki didn’t relent but instead, began applying your makeup on for you. on your cheeks and nose and tickling the brush underneath your chin, just to get a reaction out of you.
you would be lying if you said he was messing it up because surprisingly he wasn’t. usually, he was on cleaning duty when you couldn’t find it in you to do it yourself. he would wipe your face with makeup remover while you slept like the dead. but given this new predicament, you might just exploit him into doing your entire routine for you. he interrupted after all. not like you were holding him against his will. he chose this.
“you’re actually really good at this..”
“i’ve been watching you do your makeup for the past 5 years. i have it all memorised.”
that part was true. he had been watching you do your makeup since you started dating. he proposed after only 2 years which yes, was definitely too early, but katsuki wasn’t the type to wait around when he wanted something.
“well since you’re here, do my eyeliner too.”
katsuki bent on his knees to get eye level, and just like a professional makeup artist, he glided the eyeliner pen over both your eyes with his other hand. carefully, drawing the wing slowly, as if he was handling a priceless art piece. to him, you were a priceless art peice. he finished cleaning up any mistakes, and kissed the tip of your nose as a signal to open your eyes.
“how does that look?”
looking at yourself in the mirror, you checked for anything that might need to be fixed. nothing. he did a far better job than you, and under a minute. he wasn’t new to this he was true to this.
“how did you do it so perfect? i’ve been practicing since the age of 12 and you get it right after a few months.”
“prayer and a steady hand.”
“prayer?”
“you would beat my ass if i messed up.”
“no i wou- yeah i would.”
another round of laughter rang through the bathroom, and echoed off the walls except this time, it was louder and clearer. katsuki was much taller and bigger than you. he was also notorious for his temper, so the mental image of you, who was the complete opposite of katsuki, beating him seemed absurd. it wasn’t impossible however, because you’ve demonstrated before in the past that you’re more than capable of beating him into submission.
since marrying you, katsuki had become another version of his dad. walking on eggshells around his wife. the cherry on top being, the fact he was exactly where he wanted to be. he loved that you could become violent in a matter of seconds. just like his mom did when when katsuki was younger. his very own tung tung tung sahur was the woman he loved most.
to wrap up the video, he applied your lip gloss on you which he also tried to kiss off you and pouted when you shoved his head aside.
“thank you for watc-“
“next video is gonna be my makeup routine, right?”
he didn’t wait for an answer. katsuki lifted you over his shoulder out the bathroom, while the camera crew lost it all over again and clapped, as if it was a performance, rather than a makeup tutorial. you made a mental note to have him do your makeup from now on, and to also lock the door next time. or not.
a/n: definitely ooc and bootycheeks but i like to headcanon that katsuki isn’t afraid of a tiny bit pda with his wife and uses it to tease her. ignore the fact idk how to use commas…requests open
He loves watching your life through the lenses of a small camera, making sure that he captures every bit of the lavish life you live, zooming in especially close on the swell of your belly as you rub gentle circles around it.
“How do you feel, baby?” He whispered like he was afraid to wake up the baby in your stomach as he zoomed out, catching the faint smile on your face.
“Like I want this baby out," you giggled, rubbing another lazy circle around the stretched skin. It was small and quick but definitely noticed by the camera, a small kick making itself known to the camera.
“Mikey, look," you whispered, but he was already looking, his eyes wide, mouth open like he was trying to find the words to say in the moment, yet he stayed quiet, his eyes scanning your stomach for another sign of life.
