hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol
but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!
or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)
thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄
(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!
I hope you enjoy!)
Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.
Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.
Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.
You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.
You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.
He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.
You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.
"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.
When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.
You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.
The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.
To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.
There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.
You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.
As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.
You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"
"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."
You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.
"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."
Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.
Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.
You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.
He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.
“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.
You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.
“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.
“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.
“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.
You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.
“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”
You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.
It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.
“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.
“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.
His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.
His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.
With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.
“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.
He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”
(Requests)
Can't stop thinking about a big tough guy who is obsessed with being pushed around by his chubby gf. Just loves being slapped and choked by his baby girl in bed.
I love a good Friends With Benefits scenario where the guy is all aloof like, "I hope you don't plan on getting attached" and then he's the one that ends up fully, irrevocably, pathetically in love.
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Shouto Proposal Headcanons
Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader NSFW
Aizawa/Idol!Reader
Thank you to everyone who's been sending in requests. I've been having a lot of fun since starting this account and it's nice to know that people are enjoying my writing enough to request from me. It's always exciting to get on Tumblr and see something in my inbox.
(Requests are still open!)
I just have no concept of word count or one-shot length
I try to keep things short but my definition for that sort of thing is really skewed lmao
Oh god, but the thought of a big strong man trying to win your favor by showing how strong he is, how capable he is as a partner, how he'll do anything for you
HIII, I wanted to ask for a one shot (if possible) about Aizawa x idol!reader, that it's about the reader being a Kpop idol, and Aizawa is very obsessed with her and goes to all her concerts and spies on her and etc.. . something like that
(Laser: Hello! Thanks for the request :) This was an interesting one to work on and I hope I did it justice. It kind of goes full yandere at the end, so I hope that's alright.)
Content: Yandere themes, obsession, stalking, kidnapping.
MHA-MHA-MHA
Aizawa couldn't explain it.
He had no interest in idols, in celebrity culture in general. Your music wasn't anything like the music he usually listened to, and he'd never been one to be swayed by the looks of a beautiful woman.
But the moment he saw you, he just knew he was doomed. And maybe he'd doomed you, too.
You were in Japan as a part of your world tour, performing concerts and the occasional interview in-between. One of those interviews was with "Put Your Hands Up! Radio" and Mic, who was actually a fan of your music, wouldn't shut up about having the opportunity to meet you. Aizawa had no interest in it, but he let his friend carry on about it anyway.
He happened to be stopping by Mic’s radio station to discuss UA business the day of your interview. He caught some of the end of it as he waited for his friend outside of the broadcast booth, watching you chat with the voice hero live on air through the glass window.
He was struck then by your grace, holding yourself in the way a princess might. By your laugh, a sound that smoothly washed over him, warm and sweet. And your eyes-
God, your eyes.
So… genuine and alluring. There was sincerity there, a spirit that drew him in, and he found that he couldn’t look away from you.
As the interview came to an end, Mic was eager to introduce the two of you. You smiled at Aizawa and shook his hand, and Aizawa was surprised by the softness of your skin, how delicate and breakable you felt in his grasp. He’d forgotten how fragile a person could be.
He followed you back to your hotel that night.
A full week passed of surveilling your every move before he could stop and consider what the hell he was even doing.
This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t behavior wasn’t healthy, especially regarding a stranger. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was so fascinated by you, your every move enchanted for him for reasons he couldn’t even begin to understand.
Aizawa learned a lot about you in a short amount of time. Your every waking moment was centered around your career, you were constantly rehearsing, exercising, going to interviews, performances. He learned some of your songs by heart, learned your catchphrases, your brand tie-ins, your style.
He also learned how strict you were with yourself, maintaining your appearance and persona with a level of discipline he rarely saw in anyone. You didn’t allow yourself a single slip-up or indulgence. The grace he was struck by when he first met you was something that you diligently maintained.
He was impressed by your commitment, but also concerned. Constantly working like that wasn’t sustainable (the irony of him having such a thought was completely lost on him). There was only so long someone could continue going the way you were before shutting down.
There were other concerns, too, like just how poor your security was.
You had a small, pitiful detail that had not once caught on to Aizawa’s presence, who barely managed to maintain your precious privacy away from your fans, who wouldn’t stand a chance should a real threat approach you. He’d tailed you when you went to your performances and interviews, sneaking into venues and studios with alarming ease. He had to grit his teeth when he watched your security allow people to get too close. At times, a fan even managed to touch your arm or just barely graze through your beautiful hair. It infuriated him.
You were too vulnerable. You didn’t have an offensive quirk and you had no fighting experience, so there was no way you could properly defend yourself. And the people who were supposed to be looking out for you were doing a piss poor job.
You would never have to worry about anything if Aizawa were there. He knew he could protect you, keep you safe, maybe even convince you to get some rest. If it were up to him.
The last straw was when the inevitable happened and your pathetic security allowed a fan to get through while you were resting one evening (early morning, actually) in your hotel room after a performance. The bastard actually managed to get into your room, catching you by surprise as you were trying to enjoy one of your few precious minutes of free time.
Fortunately, Aizawa was looking out for you. He was in the room and had the pest wrapped up in his capture weapon before you could even scream, anger and a fierce protectiveness the likes of which he’d never felt before coursing through his veins.
When you turned those gorgeous eyes of yours to him, expression full of confusion, dawning recognition, and the lingering hints of fear, he felt his heart throb painfully. He crossed the room to you, grasping your shoulders gently, but firmly. You looked so beautiful, yet so fragile. Too fragile. This world was too dangerous for you, and as that thought cemented itself in his head, something dark and twisted settled in his chest.
He squeezed your shoulders, the gesture meant to be comforting, but there was a possessive edge to it.
“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, a tone of finality to his voice, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” He pulled you closer to him, your surprised resistance, still not completely grasping the situation you were in, doing little to stop him.
“I’m going to keep you safe.”
That night, a famous idol on tour in Japan disappeared from her hotel room without a trace.
(Requests)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He's pretty affectionate in his own ways, but it's more subtle in public. In public, he's not much for kisses and hugs, but he'll let you hug him. Mostly, he keeps close to you, drawing near enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body, walking close enough that your hands or shoulders brush. He leans in close to you and speaks in soft tones just so that he can be in your space.
In private, he's very hands on, cuddly. He'll squeeze your hip as he walks by, put his arms around you from behind and push his face into your hair. He'll gently take your hands and ask about your day, he could spend hours listening to you, if only he had the time.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Very loyal and protective. Shouta is dedicated to the people he cares about, no matter if his feelings are romantic or platonic.
You'd probably get to know each other through hero work, as that takes up a large portion of his time, so you would either be a hero yourself, or involved in the industry in some way. I think you'd have to be a bit persistent in order to become close to him.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He's a big cuddler, especially if it's a prelude to a nap, he loves taking a nap with you. He likes holding you close and resting his head on your chest. You'd be his personal pillow.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Marriage never really crossed his mind, part of him doesn't think he's capable of settling down with a partner. He's used to being on his own, putting distance between himself and others. I think for the right person, he would find himself considering more (when he falls, he falls hard) and it would lead him to reevaluate his life and his priorities.
I think he's pretty good at cleaning. Clutter can accumulate, there's always worksheets and paperwork left out and he's not the best about tidying up when he's so tired, but since he's so minimalist with what he owns it's not egregious. If not tidy, he keeps things clean, what needs scrubbing is scrubbed, the washing is washed.
He can cook very very basic meals but he's mostly a takeout/microwave/jelly pack fiend.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He'd do it in person, and be very blunt about it. He wouldn't try to be mean but he can be awkward with his feelings and he'd be pushing forward a stoic face to hide any of his own hurt feelings. Not the worst break up to experience, but not the gentlest either.
F = Fiance(e)Â (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I think the concept of commitment to him is more the promise between two people than the ceremony itself. That said, marriage appeals to him from a practical standpoint. He doesn't want to have to go through hoops to be by your side in an emergency. As soon as he realizes in love with you, he'd want to get married for that reason alone.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He's very physically gentle with you, especially if you're not a hero yourself. He always worries he's too rough with you, even just holding you close, like he might squeeze you too tight.
Emotionally, he's very blunt, he doesn't sugarcoat things. He's never been one to soften the blow. He tries, though, but it's a work in progress. He's also very awkward when it comes to vocalizing his affection. He has surprisingly tender, poetic thoughts about you, but the thought of voicing them makes his tongue twist in his mouth and his hands sweat like he's a schoolboy all over again.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He likes hugs in private, bringing you into his arms whenever he has the chance. His hugs are warm, tight, and prolonged. You can feel the tension seep out of his body the moment he has a hold of you. He'll press his face into your hair or your shoulder and breathe you in. He won't let go for at least a minute or two.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
A long while after realizing he's in love. He can be awkward with his feelings, and putting his heart out for someone else to see in a way that's so upfront and vulnerable would be surprisingly intimidating to him. There's not a lot that scares him, but saying "I love you" that first time would be terrifying.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He can get a little jealous, but only if someone else is actively hitting on you. If that happens, then he comes up to loom behind you and gives the other person a look that says "back off" and it's pretty damn effective. If you bring it up to him afterward, he'll act like he has no idea what you're talking about.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are slow and tender, unhurried. It's like he's trying to savor the taste of you. He loves to press a kiss to your temple or the side of your head, letting his lips rest there as he soaks in your presence. He appreciates any kiss from you, of course, but he's especially fond of when you kiss his stubbled jaw.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He's great with kids, though it perplexes him. He's always sure that they'd be scared of him, but kids have a way of sensing a good soul and they see it in him.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He's not always there with you when you wake up, unfortunately. He's late to bed, early to rise. When he does have the morning off, he's impossible to wake up, rumbling and grumbling through your attempts to rouse him like a bear in hibernation. He's also very stubborn about you leaving the bed, he'll lay himself partially on top of you to keep you in place, pulling the blankets tight around the two of you and pressing his face into your collar bone. You'll just have to resign yourself to your fate, not that you're complaining very much.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights with Shouta are usually spent inside. Usually you both are together in the living room, talking or watching a movie or just cuddling with each other. Sometimes, you go out with mutual friends if they manage to convince Shouta, but a quiet evening at home is more his speed.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It's very slow, bits and pieces over time with the occasional long talk in bed (he's always more open in the dark of the bedroom). It takes him a while to even start to open up, even once he trusts you. He's just used to locking pieces of himself away, not poking at the things that hurt him.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He doesn't get angry very often, especially with you unless you do something reckless that puts you in danger, but then that anger is a mask for his concern. More often than anger, he gets irritated and snappish when he's overstimulated. If you're ever threatened or seriously hurt, that might be when you see actual rage from him, but not towards you, obviously.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He's very observant and remembers a lot of the little details about you. More than observant, he's genuinely interested in you, so it's easy for him to pay attention, to remember. It's through remembering these things that he finds another way to express his care, because his words often fall short (or at least he feels they do).
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The first time you held hands, that first contact, the first time he let you into his space and accepted your touch. He remembers how soft and small your hand was in his, the racing of his heart, the nerves that threatened to cut off his breath. He remembers the warmth that bloomed in his chest, the irrational, fuzzy, poetic thoughts that filled his head.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He's very protective, maybe a little overprotective. If you're also a hero, he has your back in the field when he can, he keeps up to date on your activities and is willing to drop everything should you need backup. If you're not a hero, he'll make sure you have at least a little self-defense training for when you go out, he does everything he can to make sure villains don't find out about your connection to him, and when he's out with you, he's always at least a little on guard (another reason he prefers evenings at home)
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He's not one for planning dates or big romantic gestures, but he does pay attention to important events in your lives, especially if they're important to you. He's good about the little things, gifts and gestures and just making sure that he's contributing to your lives together. He remembers your favorite orders from restaurants and treats you like and runs a bath and gives you a massage when you've had a long day. He's very thoughtful.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He's really bad about looking after himself. He puts everyone else before himself and doesn't know when to quit. You will be up worrying some nights.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He doesn't care about his looks, the only thing that's close to an exception is his facial hair. He likes having a bit of scruff and he hates the occasions where he has to shave it all off.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He would. He didn't understand the concept until he fell for you, but suddenly he got it. You became an irreplaceable part of his very being, and it's as thrilling as it is terrifying to think about.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He truly, honestly doesn't care either way about having a wedding, but if you do have one, he will cry a little.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He doesn't want a partner that treats him too much like a "project". If a partner's too interested in changing core parts about him, then he's out.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He loves a good nap, he can sleep just about anywhere at any time. He can somehow tell when the chaos around him is something that needs his attention or not, seemingly choosing when he can sleep through it.
(Let me know if there are any other characters you'd like me to do this for! I might do the NSFW version as well :3c)
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it’s your shouto obsessed anon again! maybe a proposal drabble or headcannons? thank you in advance 🤍
(Laser: Heyyy welcome back, Anon! I'd be happy to drop some cute proposal headcanons for you B) Thank you for your requests! It really means a lot to me that someone's taken such an interest in my writing.)
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Shouto proposes as soon as possible. Once he's sure he's in love with you, he wants to put a ring on it. It doesn't matter if the two of you are still in high school at that point, he's sure of himself, he wants you by his side forever.
It's very sudden, he'll just take you by the hand, stare deep into your eyes in that way that he does, and say, "marry me." He probably doesn't have a ring prepared, this might be in the middle of a crowded hallway or during a group hangout. No sense of timing, just pure love and determination. It was important so he had to do it as soon as possible.
Obviously, you're caught off guard. It's probably too soon in the relationship (or in your lives in general) for a big step like that, no matter how deeply the two of you feel for each other. You explain this to him, and he's disappointed, but "not yet" is not the same as "not ever" and he can be patient, especially for you. He'll wait for as long as it takes until you're ready, but just know that he's made up his mind. He's steadfast in his decision.
So life carries on and the two of you grow together, building your careers and lives side by side. He doesn't push for marriage, doesn't want to make you feel even the slightest bit pressured for it, but that doesn't mean he stops wanting it. This is made perfectly clear when you are the one to bring it up to him at some point, finally ready for that next big step, and he reveals to you the engagement ring he's had sitting in a drawer in his office desk for years now, ready and waiting to be placed on your finger.
You swear you fall in love with him all over again in that moment.
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