i think the first time you really realize alhaitham’s in love with you is when you see how he inconveniences himself just for your sake. it’s subtle, you don’t even notice it until one day it all hits you at once.
“you…got these on your way home?” you ask, taking the bag he holds out. you didn’t even think he was listening last night when you said you’d like to try that new bakery off handedly. evidently he was.
and he stares at you with that aggravatingly blank face of his. “yes.” it’s all he says, all he chooses to offer even when you leave all the unsaid questions in the air.
“but that’s not on the way home,” you say confused.
“it is, if you take a different route.”
“and you took a different route?”
“yes.”
“you took what would be a slightly longer route?” you raise a brow.
“yes.” and then he walks off to change, dropping the discussion all together.
you stare at the bag in your hands, at the small token of proof that he listens, that he cares. and then it hits you, all at once it hits you. those extra pillows he spends time rearranging when he makes the bed because you insist they’re nice and you need them. the papers he gives you at the akademiya already sifted through and sorted in order for you to sign. the late lunch he takes just to have yours with you. those fifteen minutes of sleep he sacrifices to shower first so you can stay in bed a bit longer. that table he hates and always bumps his hips into that you love in the living room.
and that longer route he takes on his way home to get you something you like.
it’s all so inconvenient. it’s a lot more trouble than he likes. it’s inefficient and over complicated and probably is an obstacle to his usually simple life.
“i didn’t know you were listening,” you mumble, “i thought you were asleep.”
“well, it’s difficult to sleep with all your tossing and turning,” he says simply, making your lips quirk into an easy grin as you roll your eyes.
he turns to walk to your bedroom, and you grab his hand and keep him in place. and then you smile that little smile of yours. lean in and press your lips to his. mumble a quiet thank you, haitham against them before kissing them again. and again. and again, for longer this time.
he loves you. it’s the easiest thing he does.
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can't take my eyes off you
pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader
genre. fluff
wc. 1236........
warnings. HIGHLY self indulgent as usual, basically self ship coded but hopefully still entertaining and relatable, reader has confidence/self worth issues, sappy af, almost certainly has grammar mistakes
a/n. based on me hating being photographed irl. also why is writing so fun but so scary. TENSES ARE SO HARD
“tetsurou. if you take one more goddamn picture of me, i swear i’ll—"
the sound of his phone camera capturing a picture cuts you off mid sentence, followed immediately by your huff of frustration.
"you'll what, hmm? you don't scare me."
he flashed you a big cheesy grin, all the while still pointing the camera at you. you scowl at him, ready to risk it all and attempt a lunge at his phone in order to stop this madness.
you hated having your picture taken and he knew it, but for some reason he chose to ignore that fact, as if possessed by the need to piss you off. he could be really good at that when he wanted to be.
as soon as you initiated your plan of attack, your hand getting tantalizingly close to the offending device, he pulled it just out of reach. hopelessly, you flopped back onto the bed, groaning in frustration.
“why do you hate me."
“now now. would my camera roll be full of someone i hate?"
“if you were planning to kill me, yea. besides, i dont think having hideous pictures of me is exactly helping your argument.”
he just rolled his eyes in response.
you heard the shutter sound once more while your defenses were down. the last straw.
before he had time to react, you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your head with it, holding on tightly so that he couldn't expose you to humiliation all over again. you probably had a better chance of ruining his plans by hiding than by trying to overpower him anyway.
“hey! get back here!"
his attempts to uncover you were met with shrieks of protest and a tightened clutch on the blanket. not to mention a few wild jabs of your limbs into the air, which if he hadn't so skillfully dodged, might have hurt just a little.
“fine. time for me to look through these and admire the fruits of my labor."
you cringed at the thought of how the pictures looked. how you looked. most of them were probably blurry anyways because of the thrashing that you were doing to escape the lense, thank god.
maybe you could persuade him to get rid of them. maybe you could sneak into his phone later and delete them yourself. maybe—
“you're beautiful, you know."
all thoughts of treachery came to a screeching halt. after sitting there with your mouth open in shock for a good few seconds, you shook your head, moving the blanket with it.
“nuh uh."
“yuh huh."
“nope."
“without doubt."
his tone of finality made you want to scream your throat sore, but instead you lay there quietly, silently disagreeing with him again.
it was relatively quiet for far too long after that, with quiet cackles drifting over from the other side of the bed being the only sound you could hear from underneath your shield. presumably brought on by pictures that were extra stupid. not to mention revolting.
your thoughts were spiralling right along with your mood now, eyes almost welling up with tears, but you stubbornly pushed them back. it seemed ridiculous to get this worked up over something that wasn't necessarily that serious. kuroo was just trying to be playful and you knew that. it was hard not to feel this way, though, especially when it came to something that was such a big insecurity.
he sighed loudly, snapping you out of your head momentarily.
“can you please come out from under there? i swear the camera's not open. i put the phone down and everything.”
“liar."
“am not! i just wanna see your pretty face with my own eyes now."
you grumbled a weak protest before relenting.
“fine. but i swear if you—"
“would you just hurry up already."
“oh my god, alright."
you slowly pulled the blanket from your face, and you could see that he was telling the truth. for now at least. he was lying there right next to you, already staring, as if straight into your soul. god, you wanted to shrivel up and disappear immediately.
“it's rude to stare, you know."
“don’t care."
you felt so awkward and exposed, and the only thought in your mind now was getting out of this conversation.
you started to try and untangle yourself from the blankets and get up out of the bed, only to feel your own arm being pulled out from under you. falling back next to kuroo, you covered your face and made a noise of frustration.
the first thing you saw after pulling your hands from your face again were those amber eyes still fixed on you, a slight grin on that smackable face.
“ummmm, hello? can I leave?"
he shrugged.
“you can do whatever you want."
you tried to sit up and leave again, only to be pulled right back down next to him a second time.
“i- what's happening right now?”
“good question. i changed my mind, you don't get to leave anymore.”
you masked your face with a deadpan expression, only because you were desperately trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing you crack a smile.
“are you serious right now?"
“as the plague."
at that, you couldn't help but snort.
“and why is it that you're trapping me here?"
“i decided that you have to lie here and listen to me tell you why you're amazing."
“yea, sure, whatever you say."
“i really can make you a list if you want. although i think it would take less time to make a list of reasons why i don't like you."
“i pick that one."
“ha! nice try. hmm, now let's see... you're endlessly stubborn. quiet and standoffish with most people.”
you raised an eyebrow. maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.
“though still kind to everyone who deserves it. alluring. determined. passionate even when it's hard. you care so much that it's scary sometimes. ”
you avoided eye contact. okay. at this point you were starting to feel far too exposed again.
"you try way too hard to keep people at arm's length, but if they're lucky enough to be loved by you, they're taken care of whenever, wherever. you're smart, even if you don't think it's true. stunning as well as irresistible.”
when he said that, he caressed your cheek while you basically became one with the mattress.
“and so independent that it feels like you don't need me around sometimes. but also soft and gentle and giving.”
his voice had dropped almost to a whisper when he spoke those last words. at this point, your face was nearly burning off. you were almost sure that he could feel the heat radiating from you.
“okay, okay—"
“and, oh yea, did i mention beautiful? enough to be my wallpaper."
he picked up his phone and flashed it at you, a slightly blurry picture from not twenty minutes before illuminating the screen. you could tell he was proud of himself from the smug grin stretched across his face.
“you're an ass."
“come onnnnn, you love me, admit it.“
right then, your chest swelled with affection for him, so much that it felt like you could suffocate. still, you paused just long enough for him to start acting offended, before smiling softly and speaking quietly.
“yea, i really do. thank you, tetsurou.”
thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis
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Hugging, Kissing and Cuddling HCs for König
I'm trying to see him in another light again after everything I've seen about him, so I decided I'd write something fluffy and nice for him. And then came the realization I never wrote some HCs like these for him in my original posts, so I decided I'd change that! He's Austrian, so naturally I have to love him!
When it comes to hugging someone, König is a bit hesitant. Considering he’s not the most physically affectionate person out there, it’s almost an honor to be receiving an unprompted hug from him. Whether his hugs are long or short depends on the occasion: If he’s proud of you for accomplishing something, then the hug will be rather short lived. Though, he might pick you up and spin you around until you’re dizzy. If you’re sad and need some comfort then his hugs could last a while. He’s not the best with words, he prefers to listen to other people, but if he knows a hug is what usually helps you then he’s willing to do so. Despite being a big and strong lad his hugs are surprisingly gentle, he’s worried about crushing you. He could put his all into them, but then you’d likely end up with a few broken ribs and he doesn’t want that to happen. König is also surprisingly warm, so receiving a hug from him is a rare, but nice experience. Although he does go rigid at the beginning, not knowing what to do, but relaxes into the hug eventually.
Again, he’s not a very physically affectionate person, but isn’t opposed to the occasional peck on the cheek or on your lips either. There is some anxiety whether you’d actually want a kiss from him or not, so he doesn’t kiss you very often, even if you do reassure him that it’s quite alright. He’s a bit tense at first when he presses a kiss to your lips, but calms down eventually. It’s especially bad during the beginning of your relationship, but he’s since gotten better at being calm about it. Since there’s a good chance he’s taller than you he loves giving you a kiss on the forehead. It’s a small but sweet gesture. He doesn’t need to bend down entirely to reach you but he still gets to be affectionate with you. However, if you’re on the taller side, or just as tall as he is, then he’d love to receive kisses to his temple from you. It makes him smile every time you do it. If he’s in the mood for receiving a kiss then he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and nudge you a bit. Or try to get his head in your closer vicinity. Kind of like that one bunny video where the bunny stretches to receive some kisses.
Cuddles with him are a bit more common than hugs actually. However, he refuses to lay down on top of you. If you’re shorter and weaker than him then there’s no chance he’ll put his weight on you, he’s just that afraid of hurting you. If you’re taller or just more muscular, then he might, but he’s still a rather heavy lad. Most he’ll do is put his head on your shoulder while you’re cuddling in bed and are both lying down. Although it’d be a lie to say he doesn’t want to be held. König is alright with being the one to hold you, but sometimes he would prefer to be the little spoon as well. That urge gets especially bad if you’re roughly the same size as him. Sometimes just nuzzling into your chest does the trick for him as well, though. Loves it when you run your fingers through his hair as he does so. Another thing he adores is you sleeping on his chest as he holds you. He gets to hold you close, he gets to protect you and he gets to doze off a bit himself, it’s bliss to him. Sometimes he leans down to press a kiss to your head and accidentally wakes you up like that. He feels bad about it and apologizes profusely, but does chuckle a bit when he sees your disheveled hair and your tired expression that shows you just woke up.
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a needy little bunny
a/n: dropping an incomplete fic i’m giving up on that i think @dcsiremc might like. tags included bc that’s where i was going with it but yeah. take or leave what you want. 🖤
tags: f!reader, frottage; shoe grinding; humiliation; free use; ruined orgasms; d/s dynamics; power exchange; honorifics used: sir, daddy, bunny, little bunny, babygirl, sweetheart, angel, princess; body checks (f receiving); fingering (f receiving); vaginal sex; oral sex (m receiving)?
"Come. Sit at my feet, bunny," Hitoshi said.
It was Saturday morning. You'd hardly finished breakfast with him, coffee still in hand as you walked towards the livingroom when he requested it. Needless to say, his command was a bit jarring.
"May I finish my coffee first?" It came out with a little more snark than you'd intended, but Hitoshi usually knew better than to make demands before you'd had at least one cup in your system.
The look in his eye was hard. "No. Sit."
After handing him his coffee, you set yours down on the table next to where he sat. He opened his legs, leaving room for you on the floor. "You may sit however you'd like.”
You sat comfortably on the floor facing away from him and towards the television. Once your coffee was finished, Hitoshi ran a hand over your head, silently approving of your obedience.
Hitoshi took your cup and pushed one leg forward. “Hop on, baby.”
A flash of heat hit your face, but you straddled his foot.
“Grind.”
“But-”
“Grind,” Hitoshi said.
Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as your body throbbed. Your hips rolled once, twice, and again….
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