Heeelllooooo~ i wanted to make a request bc i lovr ur writing i just wanted to ask if you can make husband headcanons with Lay and can you make him a bit lovesick kinda down bad type thank youuuuuuuuuuu 😘😘🤭🤭
hi, love!! thank yooou so much. i actually giggled while writing this one. aaand, you didn't ask for it, but there's a surprise at the end... 👀
husband!yixing headcanons | +0,5k words
yixing’s the type of person who notices every small detail, when you start taking your coffee differently or when you’ve switched your skincare brand. he doesn’t just remember what you like; he remembers why you like it.
if you once mentioned a specific childhood candy you can’t find anymore, don’t be surprised if a box of it shows up later because he tracked down a supplier.
spoiling king. he looooves giving you small gifts out of nowhere just because he finds them cute.
did you mention a bag you liked during shopping? it’s already hidden in his closet, waiting for a day he thinks you look “extra pretty”.
yixing finds joy in eliminating your inconveniences before you even realize you have them. in his mind, if you have to ask for it, he’s already late.
yes. unfortunately, he’s a workaholic, but don’t get me wrong. if he missed you, he’ll certainly send a quick “i saw this and thought of you” photo or a voice note.
if you send him a selfie or a sweet text, he has to stop everything. he’ll stare at his phone with a goofy, helpless grin for ten minutes, completely forgetting what he was doing.
when you call him “cute” or “baby,” he tries so hard to act cool, but it makes his ears turn red every time. he’ll hide his face in your shoulder because he can’t handle how much he loves it.
he doesn’t play about petnames. love? sweetheart? baby? honey? my universe? he’ll use all of them, but calling you wife out of nowhere is his favorite.
yixing’s the type who offers you his jacket before you ask for it.
he might explode if he’s not touching you.
if he’s sitting next to you, he’ll reach out and play with your ring finger, constantly admiring the fact that you’re officially his.
if he notices your fingers are even slightly chilled while walking, he won’t just hold your hand—he’ll guide it directly into his own coat pocket, lacing his fingers with yours inside the warmth.
he’ll come home from a long day and, despite being exhausted, his first question is: “what can i do for you, love?” he won’t sit down until he brings you a glass of water, massages your feet, or simply kiss you.
don’t be surprised if he asks for couple outfits. he already saved some ideas on his phone.
he has a shrine—the first movie ticket you shared, a dried flower from your wedding, a note you left on the fridge. he keeps them in a special box in his nightstand, and sometimes you catch him looking through them when he thinks you aren’t watching.
yixing loves sharing his day with you—not because he wants to brag, but because he wants your perspective. he’ll look at you with pure wonder as if you’re the smartest person on earth.
despite having a lot to say, he’ll drop everything to listen to you. even if you’re just complaining about a minor inconvenience or telling him a long, rambling story about a dream you had, he is locked in.
if you’ve had a bad day, he doesn’t just offer advice; he offers his entire presence. he’ll sit you down, give you his full attention, and let you vent for hours. to him, being there for you, it’s his favorite part of being a husband. yixing feels honored that you choose to share your world with him.
bonus: honeymoon!! | +0,6k words
during the honeymoon, yixing acts like a man who has been starving for years and finally has everything he needs.
if you put on a robe, he’s likely to untie it within minutes just to feel your skin against his chest while you lounge.
sex is never enough for him. he’ll wake you up with those wet, raw kisses that won’t end between your legs. during the night, there’s no need for clothes, he’ll make you feel utterly desirable.
yixing doesn’t just touch you; he feels you. he loves to press his large, warm palms flat against your skin—your back, your stomach, your butt, your breast—as if he’s trying to absorb your warmth directly into his own body.
“you feel so perfect. do you have any idea what you do to me? how hard it’s for me to keep my hands off you?”
yixing’s physically incapable of ignoring any part of you. he treats your body like a sacred map, and he’s determined to leave his mark on every coordinate.
he starts at your neck, his lips grazing the skin with a heat that feels permanent. he moves to your breasts and ribs, his tongue tracing the curve of your bones as if he’s trying to memorize your structure.
“i’ve been thinking about this all day… how you taste, how you feel under me.”
yixing has a specific weakness for the soft skin of your inner thighs. he’ll linger there, his breath hot against you, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive strength that says “you are mine”. he loves the way you tremble when he bites gently at your hip bone or drags his tongue slowly toward your cunt.
praising king. when he’s in charge, he murmurs into your skin about how beautiful you are, how much he loves the way you’re reacting to him.
“you feel so good, angel. you like that too?”
when he finally reaches your pussy, his focus is absolute. he uses his tongue with the same precision and rhythm he uses for everything else, completely unhurried, staying there until you’re a breathless mess.
his weakness? the raw sensation of being inside you, feeling every pulse and every friction without any barriers between your skin.
even as his hips are pounding into you with a desperate, heavy rhythm, he’ll lean down to capture your mouth. he wants to drink in your moans and taste your breath, needing to be connected to you at both ends.
yixing craves your nails scratching his skin. every time you dig your nails in or tangle your fingers in his hair to pull him closer, he groans into your neck, his pace becoming more unhinged and urgent.
if you run your hands over his chest or grip his biceps while he’s moving, it drives him over the edge. he needs to feel you claiming him back.
“don’t let go... scratch me. i wanna feel every single thing you’re doing to me.”
for yixing, there’s no greater feeling of belonging than being completely buried in you and staying there until the very last pulse, pouring inside of you.
but if he’s not finishing inside, he wants to see it everywhere.
he loves watching his cum pool against your stomach or breast, often reaching down to smear it with his thumb, looking at you with those dark, hungry eyes.
“i wanna leave this all over you... so you don’t forget for one second whose wife you are.”
yes, yixing finds it incredibly hot to see his cum dripping down your legs, sliding your inner thighs, clearly marking you.
but if you let him finish in your mouth, he treats you with a mix of dominance and immense gratitude. he’ll hold the back of your head gently, his eyes dark and focused, whispering how good you’re for him, sliding the last drops inside your mouth with his own thumb.
even when he’s finished, he’ll whisper about how you taste, how he’s marked you, and how he’s gonna do it all over again in the morning.
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