#i want to admire them in the softest and most loving way possible as if they would fall apart if i touched them w any slight pressure

[1980ssunflower]

I'm so fucking in love w them I swear to god it makes me lightheaded gdhfsjk

[gay-dorito-dust]

Soft cregan with his betrothed? Literally any scenario you can come up with but i need him being soft and sweet and flirty with his girl(reader)🥹

Cregan was the sweetest man you’ve ever known, for every morning he would attempt to wake you up with kisses to your face, starting from the top of your head and working his way down the slope of your nose, across your cheeks and finishing with your jawline and lips. His kisses were the softest and sweetest you’ve ever felt and yet so uniquely his that they made waking every morning worthwhile, especially if this was the treatment you’d be on the receiving of his love and affection.

‘My love, you must awake and allow me the opportunity that is looking into your eyes sooner or later.’ Cregan said softly as you only groaned and tried to hide your face in his neck, only for the man to have the audacity to pull away, much to your distain at the lack of bodily warmth to ease you back into your slumber.

‘Cregan.’ You moaned dejectedly, lazily reaching a hand out for him.

‘Open your eyes and I shall obey to your every wish thereafter, I promise it.’ He replied as he reached a hand to intertwine with your hand, kissing the back of it with a smile.

‘Why are you so eager to see my eyes my beloved? They’re just like anyone else’s.’ You tell him as you finally opened your eyes to look at the beautiful man that you were lucky to have share a bed with, you envied how effortlessly handsome your Cregan was even early in the morning, with tussled dark hair and sleep still laced in his gorgeous eyes that looked back at you with nothing but love and utter admiration.

‘For there is no one in all of the seven kingdoms with eyes like yours.’ Cregan said with the upmost seriousness. ‘The colours that make up your eyes have to be my favourite, they’re unique and beautiful in their own right and I could find home within them without trying.’ He adds and you couldn’t help but want to look away from him, but Cregan must’ve read your mind as his hand lets go of yours and instead latched onto your chin, keeping your head in place so that you’d only look at him.

‘That sounds a bit much, don’t you think?’ You asked as you never had someone talk so passionately about your eyes before, it was a feeling that you weren’t use to but it felt as though it was something that you had wanted to hear for a long, long time.

Cregan laughs. ‘Not to me it is not my beloved.’ He rests his forehead against your own to stare deeper into your eyes, smiling almost on instinct at the intrigue mirage of colours that made up your eyes as a warmth spread throughout his chest. ‘It couldn’t be more than the truth as when I am lost, I look into your eyes and I see home, I’m found and I have you to thank for that.’ He then moved to plant a kiss to your forehand before pressing his head back against yours.

‘You’re too sweet for me my love.’ You told him softly as your hand reached to caresses his jawline slowly. ‘Far too sweet that I can feel my heart burst whenever you speak such honeyed words to me in the comfort of our shared bed.’ You shuffled closer to Cregan until you were practically pressed against one another. ‘Who’d knew that my betrothed would be such a master of words.’ You added, smiling at him.

‘You need only look into your reflection and find the reason.’ Cregan said as he stole a kiss from your lips. ‘Now that I have seen your eyes, what is it that you wish to do today?’ He then asks as you pretended to think it over when the answer was made obviously clear.

‘I only wish to be spared a few more moments with you in this bed.’ You tell him as you batted your eyes at him, hoping that you could use his soft spot for you to your advantage for the most harmless thing you could possibly think of. Cregan scoffed softly as he pulled you somehow even closer to him until you were the only thing he could feel. ‘You could spend the rest of your life in the end if you could.’ He tells you playfully, pinching your side as you swatted him in the arm. ‘I don’t see you complaining.’ You say as you felt him tighten his hold on you.

‘You’re right I don’t because I get to spend the rest of my days with the most beautiful soul in all of Westeros.’ Cregan utters as you both soon drifted off back to sleep within the other’s arms, much like lovers did.

[lyneira]

♡ sleeping with the genshin men ♡

-> how they'd prefer to sleep next to you

Loves holding you close to their chest

Diluc, Dainsleif, Zhongli, Kaveh, Kazuha

They like this position because it's naturally protective. They feel as if they're keeping you safe, holding you so close to them, and that they can you shield you from harm like this.

They also enjoy being able to provide warmth for you. They're the types that don't want to let you go. In fact, they may even be afraid of letting you go.

Loves being the little spoon

Gorou, Thoma, Xiao, Scaramouche

It doesn't matter whether they're bigger or smaller than you, they want to feel your arms enveloping them. Some of them might not want to directly admit it (such as Scara) but they crave the feeling of security in your embrace.

You're their teddybear

Childe, Venti, Kaeya, Heizou, Itto

Now this one has a bit of range. Some might hug you gently or firmly, and some others might be subconsciously squeezing the life outta you as you two sleep (specifically, Itto). Nonetheless, all of them like having their arms around your waist and having your back towards them as you both rest.

They might even use this position to their advantage to tease you as they can easily whisper sweet-nothings into your ears and whisper all other sorts of things that could possibly fluster you 😏 Nuzzling into your neck in this position would also be a fave for them. They might just leave a kiss or two, (and maybe even something more 🤭)

Prefers some distance, but always wants to be facing you

Alhaitham, Cyno, Ayato, Albedo, Tighnari

I think they wouldn't like the feeling of being in skin-to-skin contact with someone the whole entire night. They'd probably end up getting sweaty or feeling too hot lol.

Well, sure. That's what they might say, but really, they prefer this because they get the chance to admire you all they want as you sleep. They love watching your resting face, being able to observe all of your features and all of the little things that make you unique. They're able to etch it into their minds.

And they might caress your cheek every now and then, or also plant the softest kisses on your face, from your forehead, to your nose, cheeks, and of course, your lips. These are the type of people who will show their true affection when no one's looking

Bonus:

Would wrap their leg around you

ITTO, Kaeya, Kaveh, Childe, Xiao, Thoma

I don't know, I just feel like they would. (ESPECIALLY Itto in the most annoying way lol.) There's also something even more intimate about doing this. They'd be able to hold you even closer to their entire body, not just the upper half.

These dudes would want to find ANY possible way to feel closer to you

a/n: as you can see I definitely have a bit of favoritism for certain categories, hehe 🤭 I just think they're cute as heck ❤️

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[devotion-disorder]

hello! i hope you're having a lovely day so far; i've just been wanting to say that i admire your blog a lot; from your ocs, down to just simply your artstyle ,, it's so yummy and delectable, y'know y'know ?? honestly, i installed tumblr just 2 look at your posts, lol ... i get too scared to actually interact, though. i would give each and every single one of your drawings the most softest platonic smooch that's humanly possible. i would also give Noel the sweetest most lovingly gentlest kiss, and push Kuuya down a couple flights of stairs. (in a nice, kindhearted way)

here is a tiny mini doodle for u btw .. they kinda look like cookies or a plush, yuh ouh. i wil maybe actually draw the two another time, if i remember how to draw human bodies. maybe one day, alas ....

oh, and also, go drink some water pls. love ur work, dev-dev, mwa ♡ ~XQ

😭....................................i'm honestly at a lost for words like💥💥💥💥💥 😭😭😭😭YOURE BEING TOO NICE RAAUYUGHHHHHHHH wdym you downloaded tumblr just to look at my silly stuff.......😭😭😭😭and you art is so CUTE eating it eating it eating it. stuffing my face with it. I LOVE THEIR EXPRESSIONS AND YOU GOT ALL THE DETAILS!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT NOEL'S PIERCINGS AND HIS WEIRD HALF ORANGE STRIPED SHIRT!!!!!!!!!!! KUUYA'S MESSY HAIR!!!!!!!!...........................if they were real plushies id buy the entire stock. speaking of. hands them to you MWAH

[kaleldobrev]

Things Overheard

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean overhears a private conversation between you and Sam

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing (8x), Mutual Pining & Lots of fluff, Smut (but no graphic descriptions of it — I use the phrasing “getting yourself off,” but that’s the extent of the smut description), Body image talks

Authors Note: Dreams are in italics | I included the smut warning even though it’s like super brief and not graphic in description whatsoever | Plus size reader fic | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Dean has known you for five years, and during those five years, he had fallen more and more in love with you. There was nothing about you that he didn't love. He loved hearing you hum whenever you were cleaning your guns or baking something in the kitchen; he loved hearing you sing in the shower when he walked past the bathroom; he loved the way you would do your full body laugh whenever him or Sam said something funny. But he especially loved when you would quietly mumble to yourself while you read.

But as much as he had loved you, and as much as he wanted to be with you more than anything, he knew that he could never have you unless it was in his dreams.

You were straddling him; your hands on his chest as he gripped your waist. You slowly rocked against him, trying to get yourself off as he barely moved a muscle. One of his hands went to your hair, tucking it behind your ear, and you gave him the softest of smiles. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered.

You leaned down, cupping his face between your hands and captured his lips with yours. He pulled you closer, fully wrapping his arms around your waist now. "And I'm all yours," you whispered in his ear.

When Dean woke up, he looked over to see you sleeping peacefully next to him; still wearing one of his sweatpants and t-shirts that he had let you borrow months ago that he knew he would never be getting back (and he was okay with that, as you looked better in them anyway).

Waking up next to you wasn't an uncommon occurrence, as you tended to migrate to his room sometimes during the night because of a nightmare you might of had, or accidentally falling asleep while the two of you were watching a movie the night before.

He laid back down, and simply just stared at you; admiring you as you slept. Even with your messy hair, he still thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

Dean had to restrain himself, as all he wanted to do was reach out and brush your hair away from your face. But all he did was smile at you, as that was the most he could do.

You started to stir just then, and Dean quickly shut his eyes, pretending that he was still sleeping when you woke. One of the last things he had needed was for you to call him some creep for watching you sleep (even though he had found it strangely comforting watching you).

When you woke up, you stretched your arms and turned over to see that Dean was still sound asleep; but wasn't snoring like he normally was. You stared at him for a moment, admiring the way he looked when he slept, how peaceful he seemed. You couldn't help but wonder what he was dreaming about.

You had to restrain yourself from reaching your hand out to touch his cheek; to run your fingers along his jawline (which was one of your favorite features on him). But you knew there was no way you could possibly do that in a remotely friendly way. So, you did the next best thing and kissed his forehead. Dean always managed to make it friendly, so why couldn't you? "See you later Tiger," you whispered, and quietly got out of bed, shutting the door to his bedroom gently behind you.

Dean sighed, opening his eyes once again when you shut the door behind you. He wanted your lips to linger there just a little bit longer. It took all that he had not to just open his eyes right there and just cup your face and kiss you.

Getting up from the bed, he started to make his way toward his bedroom door but stopped, when it sounded like you and Sam were whispering right outside his bedroom door.

“I don’t mean to be nosey but —” Sam begun, but you quickly cut him off.

“Of course you mean to be nosey,” you interjected; and Dean had to stop himself from laughing at your response.

Sam scoffed. “Okay, fair,” he said. “But seriously, what’s going on with you two? You spend more time in his room than you do your own.”

“Is that a problem?” You asked. Of course it’s not a problem, Dean thought.

“No but, it’s just got me wondering if you’re ever going to tell him how you actually feel about him,” Sam said. How she actually feels? He wondered. “I mean, I have a pretty strong suspicion that my brother feels exactly the same way you do.”

You sighed. “He doesn’t love me like that Sam. He loves me like the sister he’s never had, the same way you do.”

Sam half chuckled. “Trust me. I love you, I seriously do. But it’s strictly platonic. Dean…not so much.” All Dean could picture was that confused expression on your face right now. “Seriously? You seriously don’t see the way he looks at you?”

“I mean…” your voice trailed off.

“Or how his hugs tend to linger just a little bit longer?” Sam asked.

“I mean…” you sighed again. “Look, I can’t risk saying anything okay? So just…” you huffed off, and he heard you fast paced walking down the hall; a second later he heard your bedroom door close.

You laid there staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom, thinking back on the things that Sam had said to you in the hallway; praying that Dean hadn’t woken up and overheard you, as that was the last thing you had needed or wanted him to hear.

As long as you’ve known Dean (which was a little over five years), you always had this kind of schoolgirl crush on him that eventually turned into full blown love for the man. You knew that you shouldn’t, as the work you did was dangerous, unpredictable; but you couldn’t help the way you felt.

There was a knocking at the door, and you sighed, hoping that it wasn’t Sam. “Who is it?” You asked.

“Dean,” the voice replied. “Can I come in?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you smiled, quickly changing positions so you were now sitting up in bed. Dean opened the door and stepped inside, still wearing his pajamas that he was in when you woke up this morning. Without having to say it, he closed the door behind him. “What’s up?”

“Can we talk?” He asked, and you felt your heart sink. Did he hear what Sam and I were talking about this morning? You thought. Shit.

“Sure…” you replied with hesitation. “You can come sit too,” you said, patting a spot on your bed.

He smiled at you one of those genuine type smiles he always seemed to reserve for only you, and sat down on the bed a few feet away; but close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. “So, I’m not sure how to really start this conversation.”

Your heart began to sink even further. But at the same time, it was beating unbelievably fast like it would bust out your chest in seconds. “Did you hear Sam and I talking outside your door this morning?” You spat out.

“Yeah,” he answered; and your palms have never been so sweaty. “That’s actually what I came in here to talk about.”

“You don’t have to,” you said, trying to quickly change the subject, as you felt a rejection coming; a rejection that you weren’t necessarily prepared to deal with right now. Yes, you knew that he didn’t have romantic feelings for you, but you weren’t prepared to have this conversation this early in the morning, and especially after having a fun night watching movies together in his bedroom. “I know you don’t feel the same way I do, trust me.”

Dean couldn’t help but give you a confused expression. “Y/N, what makes you think I don’t?” He asked, genuinely curious when it came to hearing your thoughts.

You started twiddling your thumbs, refusing to look at him. “I just…I don’t know…I figured I wasn’t your type,” you confessed, mumbling. Almost so inaudible that he almost couldn’t even hear you.

“What do you think my type is?” He asked. He didn’t really think he necessarily had a type. Then again, you and Sam would probably beg to differ on that account.

“Thin and supermodel like,” you said, still mumbling and still refusing to look him in the eye. It killed him that you refused to look at him; because one of his favorite things was looking into those Y/E/C eyes of yours. “I know I’m not super thin, or have the looks of a supermodel I mean…I like food,” you slightly chuckled. “I got a muffin top even though I workout everyday. My arms and legs aren’t toned. I don’t have…a huge chest I mean…” that’s when you finally looked up at him, but there was sadness in your eyes. “I’ve seen the girls you flirt with. They’re the complete opposite of me. I mean, you flirted with me when we first met but I honestly thought you were just being nice and trying to add another person to your body count list.”

He just stared at you, slightly heartbroken that you had felt that way. He hated that you felt that way about yourself, because that was the complete opposite of how he felt. “Sweetheart, you’re fucking beautiful to me,” he said, his tone not the least bit joking. “You’re basically my dream girl.”

You furrowed your brow, obviously not believing his words. “I highly doubt that. Cause if you’re my dream man, I ain’t your dream girl.”

Dean smirked. “I’m your dream man uh?”

“Obviously,” you confessed. “You’re always so kind to me and others. And you actually make me feel like I matter.”

“You do matter Sweetheart,” he said, finally reaching out for your hand and taking it in his. “You matter so much to me.”

“But as a sister,” you added.

“No. Not even remotely,” he corrected.

“I’m not following,” you said, furrowing your brow again with that stable confused expression on your face.

“Sweetheart…” he took a deep breath, trying to gather his words. “You matter so much to me that it fucking scares me sometimes. Yeah you’re family but…I love you more than a sister,” he told you. “And the way I just phrased that sounded a lot more creepy than I intended that to sound, but I hope you know that I’m saying here.”

“I think so…” you trailed off.

“I love you romantically not like sisterly,” he said, trying his best to make his feelings clear. “And, I’ve felt like this for a long time. Since…fuck, five years?”

“Five years?” You exclaimed, unsure if you had heard him right. He nodded. “Five years? You’ve been in love with me for five years?”

“Yeah…” it was his turn now to look down and not look at you. “I just…I don’t know. I didn’t want to fuck anything up cause I love hunting with you and I love having you here at the Bunker. And I honestly didn’t want to picture what life would be like without you anymore cause I’m so fucking used to you being here.”

“I didn’t want to fuck anything up either,” you admitted. “I love living here and I love working with you boys and…I didn’t want to go back to how my life was before meeting you two, before meeting you especially.”

“You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me, you know that?” Dean said, sharing the same sentiments.

“Likewise,” you said, the two of you smiling in unison.

“If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna kiss you now. That forehead kiss you gave me this morning wasn’t enough for me,” he admitted, his voice sounding slightly embarrassed.

“Yes you can kiss me. And you can kiss me wherever and whenever you like to,” you smiled, and his lips turned into a smirk.

“Wherever uh?” He winked.

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[volturiprincess]

Hey,

could you do something like the mate is not interested in any romance things and the Volturi are really romantic with them

Hello dear💙, sorry for the wait. I might of did some small changes but I still stayed on topic. I also did a combination of short one-shots and headcanon's. I was going to add Jane but I was not sure what to do for her. Hope you enjoy🫶🏼.

Mate Who Doesn't Enjoy Romantic Gentures

Warnings: language, mentions of violence (Demetri), I might of put Demetri on the spotlight (not in a good way, again I apologize, love him😅)

Caius:

Hmmm, odd, it's cloudy and perfect for a walk with my mate and yet he is nowhere to be seen. Well I guess I will have a walk on my own. As i'm walking through the long halls, I soon feel a familiar presence on my side 

“You know I don't like it when you do that”

“I know and yet you never get mad”

We walked to the gardens in silence, something about the gardens with this type or weather just makes me feel relaxed. As we arrived I felt the cold breeze of the air weave through me. As if on cue he grabbed my hand and interlocked our hands. I pulled my hand away, not that I don't mind hand holding, but I don't want this to turn romantic.

“Do I disgust you or something?”

Oh no my love, I sided eyed him while he stared at me. 

“No it's not that Cai, it's just I don't want our outing to get–um…”

“Spit it out love, no need to beat around the bush”

“I just don't want this to turn romantic okay”

“Oh? Why?”

“I just want a nice quiet evening with you”

“Mmmm”

I went over to the rose arch that I caught myself spending hours admiring each and every one. I was so focused that I didn't notice the fairy lights and the beautiful sight of my mate holding a rose out to me. I just stared at him with a blank face. What should I do? I already told him countless times that I don't like to be romanticized. But he looks so perfect right now, and the small lights make his eyes sparkle in the softest ways possible. So much for being the ruthless king, he still knows how to make a simple day feel like a chapter out of a fairytale. 

I walked away and went to another section but he grabbed my hand at the last minute.

“Don't you dare walk away”

“Caius let go”

“Not until you tell me what you want me to do”

“What?”

“Your my mate, you know I love you, and i'm trying to be affectionate with you, but you are giving me nothing to work with”

He makes a point, the countless expensive jewelry, the bouquets and the most romantic trips one can only dream about. I always faked a smile when he makes such gestures, not that I don't appreciate his effort but I just don't like to be wooed like that. 

“Caius? You know I love you, right?”

“Well you make it seem I'm underappreciated”

“I'm sorry I have made you feel like that, that has never been my intention, but I have told you before I just don't like romantic gestures like that”

“You have but what I don't understand is what you actually want me to do”

“One of my favorite things about you is when you and I talk about anything, whether it be about history, the arts that lead to debates, I just love talking with you, I guess you can say that’s the most romantic thing you could do for me, talk”

“So let me guess this right, talking is the way to your heart?”

“I guess you can say that, my love language is talking about what others would considered ‘boring’ “ 

“I see, I can do that, I actually enjoy are times of talk”

He gave me a small smile and pulled me into a small hug that I returned.

Felix:

Oh no, another box of roses with chocolates. And is that a note I spot? I read the note first

“My little rose, my little love, you have my heart”

Wow, I'm speechless. He always does this, I mean I appreciate what he does but I don't even know how to take this in. Don't get me wrong, I love how cute he is when he sends me stuff like this but I don't really like gestures like this. Even if I don't like this kind of stuff, I like how when I see him later on in the day he has a cheeky smile and casually asks if anything interesting happened today (as if he doesn't already know). It's his smile that warms my heart. I might not like all his romantic gestures, but his smile is all I need in my life.

Or seeing him workout and or training newborns, there's just something so satisfying yet weirdly angelic in the way he moves. Yes he's a big guy, with muscle that can crush your head instantle, and has the title of ‘the executor’, but he moves with grace in a way. When he's throwing a newborn across the room, he does it accordingly and swiftly, it's not awkward or hesitant. I know he’s been doing this for centuries but at this point it really is  like second nature to him. 

I placed the boxes on our coffee table and lay in bed, waiting for him to return from some meeting the guards had today. Soon enough he arrived with that mentioned cheeky smile and something behind his back. I raise an eyebrow at his mysterious behavior but he just sits on the edge of the bed gazing at me like I'm the only girl in the world. 

“Soooo I see you got the gifts?”

“I did” “You like them?”

Such a darling of a mate and I have to break his unbeaten heart by saying I don't. I honestly don't deserve him. He deserves someone who treats his acts of love with the same type of love, but romantic gestures don't sit straight with me with all honesty.

“I…” I twiddle my fingers in a nervous way “didn’t”

I hesitantly look at him to be faced with a dropped face, his smile gone and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You didn’t? Did I do something wrong? What is it that you don't like, it's the roses right? Gosh I knew you didn't like roses, I told Demetri you didn't but he insisted you did and the chocolates well I know you liked them you enjoy eating them in your time of the month and you eat it on a daily basis so I just thought it would work and well-”

I grabbed his hand to give it a small squeeze and well to stop his cute rambling session that made me feel guilty. He looked at me with soft eyes as I reassured him

“Felix honey, I'm going to have to stop you there, look as cliche as this might sound, its me not you”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well yes I do love roses, not to receive them actually but I could stare at them for hours to see there spirals and to draw them too, as for the chocolates I love that too, you always know which one’s I like the most but I just don't like romantic gestures”

 “You don't? Well why didn't you tell me, you know I would hate to make you feel obligated to accept my gestures or to make you uncomfortable” I really don't deserve him, he's the sweetest of the sweetest.

“I know I should of said something sooner but the thing I loved to see was your cheeky smile, the way you would smile more on the days you would leave a gift or be romantic would just make my day”

“You like my smile? Well that's something I don't hear everyday”

I felt my heart break slightly at his confession, centuries of not experiencing love and not receiving compliments on something he wears so well. I gave his hand a small kiss that he returned with his said smile.

“I'm sorry I didn't say I don't like romantic gestures, they never sat straight with me and believe me in another lifetime I would loved to be serenaded by your gestures”

“I know little rose, but what would like for me to do for you then or what are you comfortable with”

“Well never stop smiling that's for sure” his smile widen slightly at the mention “But my version of romantic is when you ramble to me about your day, how a certain newborn was a pain in the ass to you or how Demetri somehow managed to lose his footing during combat training, your absolutely a darling of mate when you ramble, one of the hundreds of reasons I love you”

“You never fail to amuse me with your words, my little love, I will take what you said to me and put into action for you, but could I, you know, maybe just give you a single rose then, maybe one that has a lot of interesting spirals?”

“That’s fine by me Fe”

Demetri:

Hello!!! He's a casanova of a Vampire

Nobody just gets that name, he got it for a reason 

When you came into his life, his mission was to show you  love in every way 

Trips to secluded beaches, to the most romantic cities in the world to even trips to the Volturi’s private island 

Those are just trips, the gifts he showered you with would put Eros himself to shame 

Rose petals would be around your guy’s shared chamber, with the most expensive wine he could get his hands on and your favorite chocolates (he would do that once a week at least)

You have told him to tone it down a bit, you even mentioned even some fuzzy socks would be fine by you (according to him “Those are hardly romantic enough amore”)

After months of being romanticized in the most extravagant way by him and not really showing much enthusiasm toward his effort, he became conflicted 

Is it too much? Has he gone overboard? Talk to him already? He’s freaking out? He’s panicking internally too, oh no his walls are closing in, the world is spinning faster, he can somehow hear his unbeaten heart beating fast, all of this is happening to him and yet he shows no emotions

“Demetri? You good?”

“Fuck off Felix” (Ouch that hurt, why must he be rude to my hunk of a vampire, look at Felix’s sweet face, he does not deserve this type of attitude from his best friend)

Demetri stays in a bad mood for a while, but he sneaks in some sweet talk towards you and manages to leave little homemade gifts for you in places he knows you would find it

And yet none of that seems to work to get you to react ‘appropriately” (his thought)

He thinks you just don't want him or love him the way he loves you 

He grows more restful and his hidden sadistic side starts to creep up more often when he's training with Felix

Felix as always worries for a long term best friend, why is he like this? Never in a hundred years have I seen him so hungry to rip a newborn's head? So desperate?

It seems its just got so bad that he finally approached you 

“Is it me? Am I the problem?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I tried everything I have known about romance and you just brush it off, you don't even genuinely like what I do, you always fake a reaction”

“I guess I was not convincing enough then?”

The way his face feel when you didn't even deny his accusation hurt him more than it needed to be

He was about to make a run for but you grabbed his hand 

“I didn't mean to say it like I don't appreciate what you do for me or if I love you, gosh Demetri I love you more than the ocean needs the moon”

That caught him off guard indeed, you love him that much? So then why have you been so weird with him about his gestures?

“I guess I should come clean, but I haven't really been the type to enjoy romantic gestures,  it doesn't fancy my feathers, I should of told you from the beginning but I just didn't know how”

“I see, so it was never me then, oh cariño you should of told me sooner, I would of loved to have a conversation with you about what you like and don't like, we are mates after all, I want you to talk to me about anything that comes into that pretty head of yours”

You confess you actually did like his little homemade crafts, to his paper butterflies, to his pipe cleaner rose, there was nothing romantic about them but it warmed your heart indeed 

Alec:

Look when you two became mates, it was a bit strange and a little awkward to be honest 

That phase only lasted a week and half because you soon found out he loves to read as much as you 

You bonded over books and that's what made your mate bond grow strong 

You two didn't really do your typical romantic thing, he didn't get you flowers or gifts or sweet talk you, and you loved that about him 

Sure he would casually quote cute lines from your latest read or from your favorite poetry but you were fine by that

Life was fine like that, until Demetri happened (man i'm just picking on him lately, what is my deal with him lately, sorry:)

Demetri has been watching over your guy’s relationship, mostly watches over Alec (Alec remind Demetri of a long forgotten person he knew but he couldnt put his finger on it)

He suggested to Alec to get you flowers, and to recreate some scenes from your books, one them being a little candlelight dinner on a boat with sea themed decor 

Alec at the time thought it was a great idea at first until he saw how you slightly cringed (but hid it right away) at the sight of him by the mentioned dinner

He thought maybe he got something wrong and then he started to feel awkward, he started to feel like a foolish teen all over (that was an era of his human life he wanted to forget)

So with Demetris help he got more ideas of other romantic gestures 

But the more he did more stuff for you, the more you pulled away from him slowly 

You tried to go along with it but you didn't feel comfortable, after each encounter you felt your bond with him shift, there’s awkwardness all over again, as if you were meeting for the first time 

It was like this for who knows how long, with apology gifts (all more romantic than the last one) that unfortunately didn't work  

So he came up with a better idea he went up to you with Lei of Lotus Blossoms and asked for a minute 

“Alec is it what I think it is?”

“Yea just like from the book”

“What are you trying to say”

“Well look you and I are new to this whole bond, we are still figuring things out, but I know one thing for sure is out mate bond was perfect before Demetri meddled in”

“Demetri?”

“He might of given me pointers to woo you”

“I should of known, made sense why you suddenly got all Mr.loverboy”

“Yes well I soon noticed you are not quite fond of that, now are you”

“Your assumption is true”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was unsure in how to tell you without hurting your feelings”

“Cara, I think I can handle the truth, and if I didnt I could of just used my ability on you” he finished that sentence off his devilish smirk that never fails to make you smile

“Wiped that smirk of Alec, now why the Lei?, gifts in our book always had a reason behind it”

“Well from what i learned from this lotus is mostly to represent rebirth or purity but for me it means I want to rewind our bond back to when we were both happy with each other”

“I would like that”

“Me too”

And from there the mate bond was rewinded and everything just clicked like together like a puzzle

[malarign]

sunghoon as your college boyfriend

contains: bf!Sunghoon x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! mentions of kisses (lmk if there’s more) | wc: 0,4k

other members’ versions: heeseung - jay - jake - SUNGHOON

the softest of them all, you can’t convince me otherwise 😔✋

before you were dating he was leaving sticky notes on your desk every morning to say something nice to make your start of the day a lot nicer <33

finally confesses he kinda likes you and wants to know you more, sick of being a secret admirer

that’s how your relationship started, you didn’t think it was him who left you those notes, especially since you already were on good terms

honestly, everybody knew except you, since he literally looked at you with the most dreamy gaze possible, making his massive crush very obvious to the third party

he never stopped leaving notes, but now they started from “to my pretty/smart/lovely/talented yn 💞”

too shy to show pda often, and too jealous to not show pda at all, you know what i mean?

loves holding your hand and leaves sweet kisses on it every chance he has

because of your training or other activities, you often were absent, so he wrote notes so you didn’t have to worry about having to ask other students for them

he even attended classes he wasn’t assigned to, taking the time to help you, even at the cost of his free time

his heart breaks when you have no time to talk while you have short breaks so he gives you a quick pouty peck without any word

your friends seeing him being all lovey and cute towards you often teased you for changing THE Park Sunghoon

and you had to admit that you also didn’t think he would be that kind of boyfriend (not than you complained though)

when you’re running late for your classes he gives you a ride, but after a while just picks you up every day making you his own personal passenger princess <;33

sings along with you to energetic songs to help you wake up and start a day on a nice note

since you live on the opposite sides of your campus texts you every night to wish you good night and sometimes records voice memos to help you fall asleep

when he has his training or competitions he just face times you no matter how tired he is to see you and complains about how he misses you

during the day though, sends you updates about literally everything, not letting you forget how he adores you by the way

as i stated, the sweetest, the loveliest bf you could ask for

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

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[victonair]

A short drabble entailing your confession to Azul.

Author’s Note: This is just a drabble that I wanted to practice my writing on. Regardless, I hope whoever reads this enjoys it! Words: 600+

Your eyes were akin to the moon and stars above; it wasn’t the color that reminded them of you, but rather how each one looked as enchanting as yours. You were reminiscent of a shipwreck that he had always taken solace in his childhood and most of all: you were the reminder that he had someone in his life that treasured him, the same way he treasured you back. In every way, words cannot describe you; if he tried painting how he felt for you on a canvas, it would be filled to every crevice with every color possible, because somehow - everything leads him to thinking back to you.

When you had confessed to him, he felt his heart beating out of his chest akin to a drum; he felt his blood actively run through his veins to support his heart - he felt every response of his body to your words of admiration and love. It was the way you stared at him, a soft smile on your face and words easily rolling off your tongue. Just how did you do that? How do you say such things without stuttering or running off? If it were him, he couldn’t have taken it.

Silence was often his best friend, the lack of noise in his office was frequent company - but as of the current? He had grown to hate it in the matter of seconds. It was the fact that he was so silent after everything you had said, even as he tried to will his mouth open and speak every single rushing thought that came to his mind: he could only say one word.

”Why?”

Your only response was a chuckle, accompanied with a smile and one answer, “I’ve grown to love you throughout our time together; I must say to you that my heart does not beat at a fast pace as it normally should when one loves another. Rather, it beats slowly at the thought of you. If I’m to be honest, my life is a fast-paced race that I advance at a strenuous speed, it’s dangerous and for my time in this world and my own - I haven’t been able to slow it down.”

You look at him like he had hung the moon and stars, and created everything just for you and yet, it was the exact opposite of the words that were coming out of your mouth, it was painting the most exquisite picture on how you exactly felt for him.

“But with you? My heart and mind does not race with stressing thoughts, instead I slow down. I didn’t slow down at first, but gradually it slowed down effortlessly around you. I find my days get slower when you’re around, and I find that those are the days I treasure the most. I find myself seeking you out, and making unconscious accommodations to you in my life. You’ve unknowingly made yourself a space in my life.”

Taking a pause, you further your words, “Love to me is the sea where you grew up in, to me it is the pulse of your heart, it’s the look in your eyes whenever you feel joy - love to me is the definition of you.”

And at your words alone, he is rendered speechless - he wants to return your words, say something of the same caliber of effortless prose and affection and yet he is unable to. He feels his lip trembling to say something, and yet - he can’t. All he is able to manage are his lips curving into a smile with what he is sure is the softest look that he is unconsciously mustering.

And he could tell with the wide smile you were presenting to him that this was all you needed to see.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

The Final Draft - Spencer Reid +18

Summary: Spencer and Reader have a perfect day together and cling to each other under their sweet nothings

Word Count: 4K

Content Warnings: incredibly cheesy and borderline saccharine, smut (oral sex- female receiving, sexual intercourse, dirty talk but very sweet and romantic, breeding kink but it’s like sweet and cute) basically this is entirely self fulfilling and indulgent

The Final Draft

My hair stuck to the soft cotton pillow case as I rolled over to my side. I landed into Spencer’s warm, welcoming yet sleeping figure. He hummed in his sleep, unconsciously enveloping me into his strong frame. With my chest flush to his, I gently wrapped your arm around his upper torso and casually draped my leg over his much longer ones.

He was always warm, nearly burning, when he slept. Long ago Spencer hand abandoned sleeping in a shirt, opting for either simply boxers or old, worn plaid pajama pants. His chest was smooth and strong, and each wrinkle, scar, stretch mark reminded me of all my years spent loving him. Sometimes, when I looked at him, it just reminded me that I was simply too soft for all of it. And Spencer Reid, just might be the softest and most gentle of them all.

“G’ morning,” Spencer mumbled, sleep was still evident in his voice, “how long did you stare at me for?” He asked.

“Not long enough to admire how pretty you are, fiancé” I quipped, reaching over to the night stand to put the shimmering ring on my finger.

“Let me,” Spencer interrupted, grabbing the ring and placing it on my ring finger himself. He smiled to himself and it seemed like it was one of those smiles that was intended to be private. I watched the way his lipped curved upward as he held my hand in his palm. He has always touched me with the most love and adoration, but there was something different about the way he touched my hand when he slipped my engagement ring onto my finger.

“There,” Spencer said, “It’s back where it’s supposed to be.” He kissed my hand, the sweetness of the gesture making an embarrassed heat crawl up my face and into my ears.

“You know you don’t have to do that every time,” you muttered, covering my face as if it could possibly shield me from Spencer’s unabashed affections.

Spencer swung his legs over my frame so his body caged mine. He kissed my hairline and then down to the bridge of my nose. I brought my hand to his cheek, brushing my thumb against his cheekbone. He closed his eyes at the gesture, basking in my gentle touch as if he could commit it to memory. And if there was a person who could, it would most certainly be Spencer. 

“I do.” Spencer said, the irony of his words not lost on either of me. He smirked, peppering kisses down my throat. “You’re going to be my wife. And I want to spoil you completely rotten with fancy jewelry and all the iced lattes and books you could ever want.”

“Hmm,” I said, brushing my hands through the mess of brown curls on Spencer’s head, “you sound like a man you want a handjob with the hand with the huge rock you bought me.”

“As tempting as that sounds,” Spencer started, he lifted up my sleep shirt to stick his head underneath the soft, cotton fabric and place wet kisses against my belly, “all I can think about would be the staggering amount of germs collecting on your ring. And I don’t think either of us want me focusing on the amount of bacteria per square nanometer on your ring while you're stroking my dick.”

“God, I love you and your weird, wonderful mind,” I laughed, hauling Spencer up by his face to finally kiss him. I felt teeth and his soft lips in the kiss. It was a mix of sweet and something less sweet, as it usually was when I kissed Spencer.

“Ha, thank you very much,” Spencer quipped back, quickly kissing your cheek as a chaste thank you, “but I’d much rather go down on you anyway.” He grinned in a smile that spread throughout his entire face and, of course, leaked to mine.

“And what about the germs from that, Spence,” you teased, knowing that even Spencer Reid could make a couple excuses for germs when it came to me.

“That’s neither here nor there.” Spencer said, brushing you off as his hands traveled down to my pajama pants, “How fond are you of these pajamas. Because I want you so bad, I’m ready to rip them to shreds to get your pussy.” He lamented.

His eyes bore fire into my belly as he stared at me down, clearly waiting for an answer. 

“Quite fond, honey. But there’s other things I’m more fond of, if we’re being honest here.” I confessed, dragging my fingertips up and down Spencer’s smooth chest. He had a dusting of hair that led down to where his pants hung dangerously low on his hips.

“Hmm, well you’re lucky because you're too cute for your own good in those little shorts, I’ll make sure to not rip them. This time that is,” Spencer promised with a dark tone clouding his voice.

He shed me of my shorts, lightly tapping my thigh to lift my hips to help him. Spencer sighed contently as he got himself eye level with my legs. He peppered kisses against my inner thighs, nipping and sucking in perfect tempo with my whimpers of pleasure.

“Spence, please you’re killing me.” I groaned, gripping his hair with my hands.

“Already?” Spencer tsked, his condescending tone sent waves of pleasurable humiliation up my spine. “I hardly even touched you yet. My girl is getting so spoiled. It’s a good thing I’m making you my wife. You’ll never have to worry about not getting your way, honey. I’ll always give it to you, you know that, right?”

I attempted to catch my breath as I scratched Spencer’s scalp. He groaned, the anticipation of what was to come, clearly got to him as well. You could feel his erection pressed up against your leg. And the thought of still having that kind of effect on him made me smile with pride.

“I need it, Spence.” I chanted his name, desperation clouded my mind. “I need your mouth on me, please.”

“Just because I love you so much I’ll give it to you, darling.” Spencer cooed, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin as he spoke.

Spencer, with relative ease and muscle memory, lapped at my center with his tongue. He groaned as he tasted me, the sound simultaneously passionate and romantic. All I could do, as his mouth attached to my clit, was sit and let him have his way with me, not like there was anything either of us would have rather been doing.

His fingers dug into my fleshy hips so deep that they left colorful bruises in the shape of his hands. Spencer kissed my thighs, moaning as my pleasure-filled mewls filled our shared bedroom. He rocked his hips against the mattress, his erection hitting against my leg as he writhed in between my legs.

“Fuck,” Spencer cursed, his mouth massaging my clit as his right hand snuck closer and closer towards my soaked center, “I’ll never get tired of this.”

As much as I craved the familiar fire that Spencer set to my entire being, I found myself needing the quiet peace he provided as well. Even as his tongue danced against my sensitive folds, I still found myself noticing the faint wrinkles in Spencer’s forehead and the slightest sliver of silver in his scalp. And it wasn’t sexual desire that fueled the fire in my veins, it was yearning for the life we've yet to create.

With every kiss, every nip and bite of my skin, every rut of his hips against our perpetually squeaky mattress, I found myself closer and closer to the edge of climax.

Spencer’s finger breached me as his tongue continued to pry against my throbbing pussy. I knotted my hands into his hair, tugging with force just as I knew he loved. He groaned in response and it was frankly scientific. When I tugged his hair, it earned me a wanton moan from the man that found himself in between my legs wreaking havoc against my heart and nervous system.

“Spence…it’s…it’s too much for me,” I whined, yet I wrapped my legs around his torso, forcing his entire face flush against my skin, “Oh fuck, I love you.” I whispered, as I saw my glittering ring shimmer against Spencer’s mousy brown curls.

“I’m going to bury my face into your pussy until you’re begging to come against my face.” Spencer heeded, his patronizing tone casting a different light on the man I loved. Despite my distraction, I made a mental note to have Spencer explore that commanding side of him another day.

Because we had just that. The thought made me smile.

And then, along with Spencer’s eager tongue and continued moans of pleasure, I came undone.

Ever eager to please and see things through, Spencer kissed my inner thighs with persistence. A stray finger pumped in and out at a fervent pace as he milked the reminder of my climax.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” Spencer murmured, the vibrations from his throat tickled my skin. A sappy smile slipped onto my face as Spencer’s eyes finally landed on mine. “You coming on my face is something that I’ll never get tired of.”

“You certainly know the exact way to charm a girl, Spence.” I teased, stroking back strands of hair that fell against his forehead. His brown hair, dusted with golden, copper highlights complimented his eyes so perfectly that my heart twinged when I looked at him. “Besides being perfect in like every way possible.”

Spencer blushed and buried his face against my leg. He dragged his fingertips along my calf and up to my knee. “You’re the perfect one,” Spencer said, kissing my knee. The sweet gesture signaled that it was my turn to flush.

“That’s debatable,” I countered, locking my fingers into Spencer’s long, yet slender hands, “So you’re up at bat, buddy.” I teased, leaning over to playfully slap Spencer’s butt.

He smirked, his eyes ranking over my sleep shirt that was hastily unbuttoned in Spencer’s earnest frenzy to undress me. Though my eyes were caked with sleep and my hair had seen much better days, I had never felt more beautiful than I did under Spencer’s fiery, yet loving gaze.

“You know that doing that is more enjoyable for me than it is for you. And that’s saying something by the look on your face.” Spencer asserted, earning a playful eye roll. “And, don’t get me wrong, I love you more than life itself, but I really need to shower this off.”

“Such a dork.” I tsked, threading my fingers through Spencer’s hair. He leaned in at the touch. “How ‘bout I wash your hair as a thank you, baby.” I offered, sliding up to get off the bed.

“Hmm,” Spencer hummed, closing his eyes, “That sounds excellent.”

After a nearly 45-minute shower intermission, Spencer and I found ourselves standing at the kitchen counter debating over breakfast. Spencer, like usual, insisted on something sweet, covered in syrup and butter, with an unhealthy amount of coffee on the side. 

“I vote for bagels and lox.” I countered, placing my hands on the counter for emphasis. Spencer cocked his head to the left as he reached into the refrigerator for my non-dairy milk of choice. 

“I don’t know about that,” Spencer said, “I was kind of in the mood for something sweet. Like chocolate chip pancakes. Or waffles with mixed berries.” 

I sighed and snuck to behind Spencer’s tall frame. I could feel his muscles tense at my touch; it was something that made my heart swell with pride. I was intensely proud of the fact that I could still make this man squirm at the gentlest, lightest, sweetest of touches. 

“You’re not being fair, Y/N.” Spencer whispered, his voice caught in between a whine and an argument. “But maybe we could make a bargain.” 

“What do you want to offer?” I asked, slipping my hands under Spencer’s shirt. My fingers skirted around his smooth torso, loving the feel of his soft body underneath my touch. When he spoke, his voice was shaky, confirming to me the power I held over him. 

“I want cookies. Those peanut butter and marshmallow fluff ones. With chocolate chips, of course,” Spencer said, “And blueberry-lemon pound cake with icing.” 

Spencer spun around so he faced me. He licked his lips, perhaps thinking of all the sweet desserts he’ll get out of me. Or, rather, maybe he was thinking of taking our bedroom-turned-shower tryst into the kitchen. Whatever it was, I loved the way he looked at me like I was sweeter than my blueberry-lemon pound cake that he begged me to make at least three times a month. 

“You have quite the sweet tooth,” I stated, hooking my arms behind Spencer’s neck, “and you drive an easy bargain. I was already itching to bake today. I love it when our place smells like cookies and all that sweet stuff.” I confessed. 

“Our place,” Spencer repeated, “I can’t tell you how much I love the sound of that.” He smiled. Spencer brushed a piece of my hair that fell across my eyes. His stare bore into my soul and it wasn’t fire or desire or anything like that filled me, it was that familiar, the comfortable, that sweet nothing. 

“You know what I can’t wait for,” I whispered, burying my face into Spencer’s chest, “when our place is filled with our kids.” 

“I hope that they look like you.” Spencer wished. “And I hope they’re just like you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your heart.” His hand rubbed my back in small circles. It felt steady and strong against my back. It was like his hand was meant to be there– like Spencer was always meant to be touching me, holding me, loving me. 

“I hope they have your sweet tooth,” I smiled, “Think about all the cookies and brownies you’ll get if there’s mini-yous running around begging me to bake.” 

“I don’t think I want cookies anymore.” Spencer gasped, his hands finding their place at my waist. He kissed my jawline, smiling through the affection. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as my nails scratched up and down the expanse of Spencer’s back. 

“What’s got you so insatiable this morning,” I questioned, my attention span dwindling as Spencer’s careful mouth skated across my jaw and down to my neck. 

“You.” Spencer said definitively. I could feel his toothy grin as he kissed me. It was like he was unable to contain himself from smiling against my skin. I felt a warmth spread from my

skin and find its way to my heart. It was quickened by Spencer’s persistent kisses, something that I decided a long time ago I’d never want to live without. 

“Your choice.” I breathed. “Couch or counter.” 

I broke from Spencer, eager to watch the wheels of his mind churn as he made a decision. In an attempt to both distract and excite him, I grabbed his arm that lay lazily over my shoulder. I placed his hand against my cheek and Spencer subconsciously stroked my face with his thumb. I twisted my mouth to place a kiss against his cupped palm. 

“Couch.” Spencer said with certainty. “But your shirt comes off this time so I can watch your boobs as you ride me.” 

Spencer giggled with glee as he led me to the couch. He sat, patting the spot on his lap for me to sit. I obliged.

He kissed my hairline, smiling into my forehead. Spencer’s hands flitted down my arms and grazed across my waist. He was the one that made me love the softness of my figure. I never felt like I had to hide the way my body naturally folded and creased. Spencer made me feel beautiful in my most raw and natural sense. 

“Your skin is so soft,” Spencer said, “if there’s something I could spend the rest of my life doing it would be touching you. Your waist. Your chest. Your legs. Everything about you. It’s soft and supple and smooth. I adore you. The way you feel.” 

“Spence,” I croaked, overwhelmed by the way his words stained my cheeks with flush, “God, you make me fall for you over and over.” 

“The plan’s to keep you forever.” Spencer mumbled, his teeth grazed my ear as he whispered in my ear. “Is it working?” 

Spencer’s fingers found their way to my waistband. He looked at me for either praise or permission, I wasn’t sure. But my hands cradling his head and my lips crashing to his was consent enough. 

He was quick, slipping his fingers into my shorts elicited a complimentary proud grin from the pair of us. I twisted his hair into my hands, tilting his head up

to expose his neck. He moaned shamelessly, his thighs shaking underneath me. 

“I think I’m the one making you fall to be honest, Spence.” I cooed, my fingernail tracing down Spencer’s scalp as he puffed out a shaky breath. 

I lifted my hips and Spencer slipped off my shorts, leaving me completely bare. I swore I felt Spencer’s heart skip a beat as I pressed my chest against his chest, our bodies and hearts flush against each other. 

I rolled my hips against Spencer’s erection, starting to laugh mercilessly as Spencer moaned wantonly. Pleasure looked good on him. And it looked even better when it was me who brought him to the brink. 

“I need to be inside you.” Spencer panted in my ear. “I need you all the time, baby. I crave it. Take my cock inside of you.. Feel how hard it is. Feel each rib against your walls. That’s it. Moan for me, just like that, baby.” 

I couldn’t do anything, but moan as Spencer slipped himself inside of me. He was painfully still as he allowed me to get adjusted to erection. I kissed his cheeks, a saccharine action that contrasted the filthy way he fucked me. 

“Spence,” I cried out, only able to whimper his name at that point, “please move. I need it, baby.” 

“I know, I know, darling,” Spencer said, kissing my face, “you take my cock so well. Now let me watch you bounce on my cock.” 

Spencer’s quick movements hastened my climax. I clenched down on him, proud of myself as his face twisted in pleasure. 

“Fuck, fuck.” I cried out, watching as Spencer’s erection disappeared and reappeared from inside me. Our moans filled the silence of the apartment. I felt his soft belly tighten, his tired muscles working overtime as he held me up. “Please, Spence. Please,” 

“Let you come? Hmm,” Spencer hummed, his voice losing the power and control it so carefully held as he neared his own climax, “already, my love? I’ll let you come, my sweet girl. Don’t you dare look away from me. I want to see you explode as you cum on my cock.” 

“No, no. Not that, Spencer,” I corrected, shaking my head to alter my previous correction, “Well, yes you are right. Fuck, it’s hard to concentrate. But no, I need you to come inside me. Please, I need you to fill me up. To give me a baby. Your babies.” 

He was buried so deep inside of me, hitting all the right places as I continued to thrust my hips. Spencer attempted to keep a pace, but grew sloppier and more uncoordinated as I felt his sex twitch inside of me. He huffed in pleasure, his hot breath stinging my skin as he kissed me. The kiss was wet and needy, a testament to the tiniest thread that held our climaxes together. 

“Oh God, I love feeling you like this.” 

“I’m yours, love. I’m yours,” Spencer chanted as he kissed my throat. His groan spilled over my skin as he dripped from me where our two bodies met. He continued to thrust up into me, gently guiding me to come undone. 

I collapsed in a heap on his  sweat covered chest and felt our two hearts beat in tandem. 

“Hmm,” Spencer hummed, his hand spread against my back, “I can’t wait till the day that that works for real.”  

“Me too.” I confirmed. “Who knows maybe it did this time?” 

I felt Spencer’s head raise up and down in agreement. He shifted underneath me, hissing with sensitivity as he slipped out from inside me. I plopped down on the couch next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starved. And so sore. So you owe me another hot shower, a massage, and at least three overpriced lattes. And a bagel.” 

“Deal.” Spencer said. “Anything you want.” 

Spencer held my hand as we made our way down the street. We hadn’t walked downtown like this in awhile, but I loved the way it looked in the beginning of spring. It was like life itself was pumped back into the world and we were lucky enough to be there to witness it. 

My iced latte, though slightly burnt, revitalized me from the morning’s extracurricular activities. The other hand held Spencer’s hand. It was warm against my palm. I hadn’t had the opportunity to hold many hands in my life, but I realized soon after meeting Spencer that I didn’t care much about all the hands that I didn’t get to hold. 

“Your perfect day getting more perfect?” Spencer asked. He had a canvas bag filled with wildflowers, carnations, and asters that he insisted on buying me. “How about we venture into

that used bookstore. I’ve been searching for a first edition of Camus’s The Stranger. It’s quite rare, but considering the morning we’ve had I think I’m getting lucky today.” Spencer winked. 

“Ha! You mean how to practically jumped me both times. First time you didn’t care about my morning breath and messy hair in the bed and you certainly didn’t care about being so insatiable when you begged  me in the kitchen.” I teased, turning around to whisper with emphasis. Spencer smiled, still holding on to my hand. 

“And I won't care about your disgusting coffee breath in the car when we find somewhere to park later.” 

“Park?” I said, pretending to be aghast at his insinuation, “If I didn’t know you better, Spencer Reid, I’d say you’re propositioning me. Yet again, I might add.” 

“It’s not my fault I can’t get enough of you. That blame falls squarely on your shoulders, darling.” 

I stopped at the bookstore front door. Though it was our next stop, Spencer’s words also threatened to stop me in my tracks. He had this uncanny ability to completely sweep me off my feet with just a few simple words. 

“Insatiable.”

*** 

“I wrote a poem.” I said, looking over at Spencer’s reaction. I could see where his lips folded upwards into a smile. 

“What a mind.” Spencer said, moving his hand to my thigh. He squeezed. “I know you’re shy about sharing them, but can I at least ask what it’s about?” 

“You.” I confessed, my face flushing at the thought. It was silly, given all the things I’ve thought about Spencer, that a poem about living to love him would bring me to the brink of embarrassment.

“As I expected.” Spencer teased. He sounded a little shy himself, like was proud of inspiring all the scrawled away lines in my poetry book. Nearly half of them would never see the world beyond my two eyes. 

“Well, it’s really about the sun. And how it dances on your eyelashes when you sleep in the hammock at the cabin. And your bitter coffee, sweetened by your smile. It’s not very good, incredibly cheesy and saccharine, I’ll admit.” I glanced over at Spencer, again testing his reaction, “But if I’m being honest, it might make better wedding vows than poetry anyway.” 

“You wrote your vows for me?” Spencer asked. We had stopped at a red light and he took advantage of the opportunity to lean over across the console. His right thumb rubbed the back of my hand over and over. 

“And you haven’t?” I mused, welcoming Spencer’s gentle affections. 

“No, well,” Spencer sputtered, shifting gears as the light turned green, “I wrote them already. Well, the first draft, at least. That was done around November 15th, 2016.” 

“The night of our first kiss?” I practically squealed, squeezing Spencer’s hand this time. He blushed at my excitement at my realization. “Ha! You really are being honest when you tell me you’ve loved me since the beginning.” Spencer pulled into our apartment’s parking lot, driving down the winding side roads.

“Of course I did, I do,” Spencer said earnestly. He pulled into the spot. I looked up at our second floor apartment. We had several plants sitting in pots, hanging over the ledge and lined up against the wall on the little balcony. I loved our flowers. 

“Y/N,” Spencer said, holding my hands in his. The ring sparkled in the afternoon light, “when you met me, my job nearly took everything from me. Everyone expected me to bounce back just like that. But I couldn’t bear it, not anymore. I didn’t think there was much light anymore. Much of anything good, if I'm being honest. And then I met you. To you I can admit, I’m too soft for all of it.” 

“Spence,” I said, my voice breaking as I spoke, “you’re the light. You’re the sun, Spencer. You’re the one I want. The one I need, you know that, right?” 

“I do,” Spencer whispered, kissing my hands as he held them to his lips, “Can you promise me something, though.” He asked. 

“Anything.” 

“That we’ll have days like this forever. Loving each other, even when things might be hard. Even when love may not seem to be enough. We’ll make it enough. Because we have to have each other in a world like the one we got. Because otherwise it’s pointless. That’s life– my life without you, Y/N. Completely and entirely and entirely pointless.” 

“Spence.” I whispered, bringing my hand to his cheek. “I really hope that was the final draft.”  

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Giving them your hand (maknae line)

Shen Ricky, Kim Gyuvin, Park Gunwook, Han Yujin

Genre; fluff, fluff, fluff

Requested: can you maybe do zb1 members, giving your hand randomly without saying anything :D Tysmm (@wtfhyuck)

Author's note: hey anon, here's your second part, I hope you enjoy it <3

(Hyung line)

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What happens when you just give them your hand without muttering a word?

Ricky

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The stars shined brightly in the dark night, the soft breeze engulfing you and making you shiver slightly due to the chilly weather.

Ricky had brought you to a fancy restaurant to celebrate your birthday and to have some quality time together as you both hadn't seen in a long time. You didn't want to go the restaurant because those elegant and classy places didn't excite you too much,but you accepted anyways letting him spoil you in your day.

As you finished your food and payed for it (well more like ricky payed without letting you do much lol), he opted to do a much simpler plan to satisfy you and keep you happy.

Walking under the moonlight through the streets could perfectly be one of your favourite activities to do with your boyfriend, and although he wouldn't admit it, it was one of his favourites to do with you as well.

You then stopped and sat on a bench to talk and enjoy the rest of the night together. His eyes literally shined forming sparkles on his eyes, expressing all his love for his partner and the love of his life.

After a while there you stand up and continued walking peacefully. Trying to be a little playful you offered him your hand to see his reaction not expecting to be the one with a bigger reaction.

He stopped and with the sweetest smile you could imagine he took your hand and kissed it like a gentleman while looking at you straight in the eyes.

You blushed furiously as a smirk formed on his face making you look away.

"Why so shy princess?"

"I- I- ahhhhh" you pulled apart and hide your face on your hands.

He laughed at your action, and kissed your head.

"How cute"he muttered under his breath

"Just wanted to know what you'd do"

He grabbed your hands taking it off from your face and leaning in kissing you in the softest way possible, like you were the most fragile object out there.

Yeah he drives you crazy and can leave you blushing like a hot mess 😳.

Gyuvin

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Going out with one of the most popular guys in your school wasn't exactly how you'd figured your first relationship to go honestly. He was on the basketball team and you were just a quiet fan that wanted to admire him from afar.

However he had noticed you going to all his games and soon after was expecting you to always be there (plus he found you really cute too).

He even approached you after the matches had finished striking up a simple but effective conversation that literally made you go crazy, leaving you all flushed and red.

He finally decided to confess to you because he eventually caught feelings and was determined to date you. So that's exactly what he did, searching for you through the long corridors and finally taking you out from your class with everyone's gaces on you and professing his love for you.

Of course you accepted his confession because he was the cutest and literally a mess talking to you like that, to which you found it adorable hearing him stutter.

So now here you were walking through your school as a new born couple gathering the attention of your classmates of course, who thought it was a really curious combination haha

You extended your hand towards him as he looked at you with a puzzled expression, his mouth slightly opened and his eyebrows furrowed at the scene before his eyes.

"What? Do you need something y/nnie?"

"Actually yes" you answered but not giving it to him right away. Instead you just pointed with your head your hand for him to grab it, but to no avail. Boy was really confused right there.

Your hand was starting to get dumb due to all the time it had been like that so taking things into your own matter you interlaced your fingers together a little bit harshly because you kinda were annoyed now.

And that's when he took the hint laughing all softly.

"Ah, you could have said so love"

Ignoring how pink your ears were starting to get from the cute nickname you told him: "Yeah but where's the fun in that?"

Two cute little inexperienced chicks just still figuring out each other's in conclusion.

Gunwook

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'This wasn't how your cute little fun and enjoyable date was supposed to to go', was what gunwook was thinking at the moment. This was supposed to be a cute and fond memory you both could look after some time, and nowhere between those though had ever crossed his mind to be where he was at right now.

You improvised last minute and here you were at the cinema, but what started as something inoffensive as that soon transformed into gunwook's nightmare because he hadn't counted on horror films being your favourite genre while it was probably his least one. He was after all a little bit of a scary cat himself. But he was so down for you he would literally jump of a cliff if you asked him nicely.

So now he was all cuddled against your side trying to play it off if he got scared, which you of course caught into it and was planning to tease the shit out of him haha.

As the movie continued he started to snuffle even closer to you due to the tension that it was forming in the plot. You still wanted to tease him tho, but his concentrated expression and his trembling lips made you just wanna squish him and protect him.

So you offered your hand to him, and as soon as you did this and he notices he quickly grabbed onto it for dear life as a screamer appeared on the screen.

You smiled to yourself giving him a light and reassuring squeeze for him to know that you were there, that gave him then green light to get even closer than before.

"Please protect me bubs"

"Haha, I will I will"

As you got outside right after the movie ended he got back to his usual self like he hadn't been scared the whole time bringing you closer to him by putting his arm on your shoulder.

"That wasn't that bad"he said

"Excuse me? You were acting like a scared baby throughout all the movie tho" you teased him

He laughed a little embarrassed that you had seen him like that, as his ears started to flush and his cheeks tinted with a soft pink.

"But you were really cute wookie"you whispered into getting as close as you could to his ear because he is tall as hell

Oh, how he treasured you, his most precious person.

Yujin

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"Hey yujinnie!"you waved at him, shouting a little bit for him to hear

He looked to the front , raising his head from his phone as he spotted you and the rest of your group waiting for him. He approached everyone quickly to not hold you up any longer.

"Hey"he said back

Now he would be lying if he said that his blushing face wasn't caused at all by you. You both had been friends since the start of the school year and were quite close and comfortable with each other, but that made it much worse for his little growing crush on you. However, little did he know that you were affected as much as he was.

After you settled everything you guys went to the amusement park as you had planned and started to go to the rides you wanted to try.

The day went on smoothly with you and yujin going everywhere with the rest of your friends following you behind keeping some distance and teasing you from afar by making annoying smooch sounds.

As the sun was starting to set you asked yujin to go to the ferris wheel because you were desperate to go there and nobody else wanted to accompany you (they just wanted to pair you with yujin and keep teasing lol), so you indeed went there with him.

You were both sitting on a comfortable silence looking throughout the window at the beautiful views out there.

"Wah, isn't it too pretty here?"you asked

"Yeah it is, you are prettier tho" he mumbled that last part thinking you hadn't heard him

"What?"

"No- nothing"

You smiled fondly as you extended your hand towards his direction leaving the poor boy all clueless and confused. Was he supposed to give you something?

A little bit hesitant he gave you the hoodie which he was carrying just in case.

"Well that wasn't what I was looking for" you said while taking it out of his grasp and holding his hand softly

Well he wasn't hoping for that to happen but he smiled shyly at you flushing and looking out the window.

Yeah two little babies right there 😁

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[obetrolncocktails]

Deception | Josh Kiszka X Reader | Part 3

Warnings: Mature Content (18+ recommended). Betrayal, lying, stalking, miscommunication, breakup, crying, josh crying (ouch).

Word Count: 4.7K

A/N: I know it's taken a while, but part 3 is here! I hope you guys enjoy! More is on the way.

Summary: You'd been warned that the stalker would ruin your life, little did you know they'd intervene in a way that would tear Josh apart, too.

Sunshine streamed through the fluttering curtains, welcoming a new day. Your head pounded as you opened your eyes for the first time. You groaned and flipped, turning away from the window. You opened your eyes again and were pleased to see Josh still slumbering, his lips moving and his body adjusting in his sleep to offset your movement. You laid there for a long time, memorizing his relaxed features, admiring the way his lips curved at the softest angle, paired with the sharp angles of his jawline. His brow was relaxed, and really, he looked like an angel. You wanted to touch him, to let your fingertips wander along the curves of his body and the features that you had come to know so intimately. His shoulders and chest were left half-exposed from the drape of the comforter. 

“You’re staring at me,” Josh said softly, catching you by surprise.

“No I’m not,” You answered defensively, though it was most definitely a lie. You felt an embarrassed smirk curve at the edges of your lips.

“Y/n, if you stared any harder, my skin would burn off.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, your heart thumping in your chest when he finally opened his eyes. The sunlight streamed across his irises, igniting them in the warmest amber hue. His eyes in this light reminded you of tiger eye gemstones and you knew you could stare at him all day if he’d let you. 

“Happy Birthday…party day? I guess?” You said with a quirky grin, trying your best to decide what to call the day. 

“You’re so cute,” He purred, reaching for your nose, squeezing it slightly as you scrunched it, your eyes squinting. “Come here.” He pulled you in against him and kissed your lips. “Thank you, baby.” You laid with him like this for quite a while longer, eventually hearing him fall back asleep. You relished in the feeling of his body against yours, his protective warmth enveloping you completely. You let your thoughts wander as you lay in his arms. After months together, it had become so apparent that the Josh that you had imagined in your parasocial daydreams was, for the most part, actually comparable to who he really was in real life. In truth, he was incredibly easy to love–just as simple as that. He had natural charisma that seemed to flow almost infectiously into any room that he was in. His cleverness and creativity nurtured this wild spirit that was never quite bridled, which left every new day an exciting adventure. He was also notoriously spontaneous, and in the months that you had known each other, he had challenged you to try so many new things- many of which you had never dared to try before. 

It took you a while to decide exactly what to say, but you finally sat down to write:

Josh,

My sunshine. The sparkle in my eyes. What could I possibly write that could ever truly describe the way that I love you? I feel like I’ve waited my entire life for a love as selfless as yours. Over the last six months, I’ve found it, and never once have I ever had to question your love for me. You are so nurturing, and so unbelievably patient. I’ve never had a love like yours, and (with whatever power lies beyond the earth) I hopefully won’t have to. 

I love you. I adore you. Thank you for being you–the light of my life.

The happiest of birthdays to you, my love. 

Y/n.

You placed the card in your purse to give to him later, and returned to bed where Josh still laid sleeping. Life with Josh was thrilling. You both clicked instantly when you first met, (besides the run-in on the Kroger pasta aisle). You never expected to see him again, chalking it up to a one-time encounter, until it happened again weeks later at a downtown bar. You had kept the meeting to yourself online for fear of creating a gossip storm. 

“Pasta Sauce Girl,” he had greeted you, grinning from ear to ear when he spotted you at the bar, waiting to be served. You still remembered the goofy smile you had worn when you looked up at him, and the way your cheeks had ignited from hearing his familiar, flirtatious tone. 

You had adjusted coolly against the bartop as you looked at him. He was dressed casually, and you recognized the outfit: Khakis, a white long-sleeved sweatshirt and a long, beaded necklace with a tassel on it. Yep, the ‘Joutfit,’ you had told yourself mentally, taking notes. His hair puffed around his head in a simultaneously cherubic and mischievous manner, and you wondered if his heavenly appearance could be matched with an equally-matched devious side, elsewhere, perhaps outside of this bar, away from the public eye. 

“That’s me,” you had said casually, offering him a soft smile. “But my boring name is–”

“Y/n,” He cut you off, but not before–wait–was this man…this man was fucking blushing–at me?! “I remember,” He smiled softly, offering a small chuckle through his perfectly shaped nose. He actually remembered, which surprised you. “And it’s not boring at all. Do you live near here?” He asked, scratching at the nape of his neck. “I–I mean,” He corrected, clearing his throat. “I haven’t really seen you here. It’s one of mine and my brothers’ favorite bars in town.”

His expression was expectant as his eyes roamed your facial features perhaps a bit too obviously. You watched him bite his bottom lip, and you could have done the trust fall exercise right then and there, except it wouldn’t have been an exercise. It would have been you passing out cold into the cement floor. You shrugged. “Friends. They asked me to come out,” you continued, nodding in their direction. “My only option was to say yes after three shitty excuses over the last two weeks.” He grinned softly.

“Well, can I get you a drink? A beer? Or…what’s your favorite?” He asked. “Let’s make this outing a little more bearable.”

“Sure. Vodka soda,” you answered to his delight. You had thought for a moment to request a salty dog, but you didn’t want to send alarm bells, as he had mentioned the drink in an interview years ago. It had quickly become a known favorite of Josh’s. You cleared your throat as if he could hear your thoughts.

“There’s a woman after my heart,” He said, pulling a hand up to his chest. And there it was. The dazzling white smile you had seen in so many pictures. The one with the tiniest gap in between his two front teeth–the diastema that had returned because he most likely hadn’t worn his retainer like his orthodontist had advised. 

“Josh,” You said, pretending to remember his name, catching it on a fleeting memory. This specific moment  in the memory bit at you now more than ever. You’re heartless, you thought to yourself, but still flitted back to your recollection, swallowing down the guilt momentarily. 

“That’s me,” He said, twisting around to grab the drinks as the bartender set them down on the counter top.

Almost an hour and several forgotten friends later, you and Josh had shared stories, preferences, secret talents, vulnerabilities…and just like that, you were miraculously bound to one another, silently begging for the next time to see one another. “There’s absolutely no way that you know that song,” Josh said with a disbelieving expression. 

“Woyaya, Osibisa,” You answered, opening your spotify library, turning your phone around to show him the song saved in it. 

“Are you sure you’re not in my head or something?” He asked. “How the hell do you know that song? I only know it because Sam–uh, my brother–showed it to me while we were high off of our asses one night.” 

“Hey, don’t underestimate my eclecticism,” you teased. “Show me your library and I’ll show you what I know.” 

“Don’t dive too deep,” He warned with an amused grin. “There’s some weird shit in here,” He said as he scrolled. 

“You don’t scare me in the slightest,” You admitted. “Especially when you haven't seen my playlists.” 

***

“Tick tock, Y/n. You don’t seem very motivated, it seems.” You saw the message. A new number every single time. No matter what you did, you’d still get threatening messages from that same person. There was no escaping it–the only choice you had was to ignore it. You’d come clean to Josh on your own terms.

“You don’t scare me.” You responded before throwing your phone on the bed, determined not to dwell over the intruder anymore today.

“You’ll regret saying that to me,” the text read, brightening the phone screen from the mattress. 

“That shower burned my ass off,” Josh said with a soft chuckle, padding into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Replacing the water heater worked a bit too well, whew!” You watched as he wiped his forehead of the little drops of water that were beginning to trickle down from his hair and onto his face. 

“Oh my God, you’re going to look like a boiled hot dog at your party,” you snickered, sitting down on the bed as you observed his bright red skin. As he stepped closer, you poked at his chest, watching as white marks appeared in place of your touch. “You’re literally cooked.”

He removed the towel from his waist and pulled it up to his head, tousling his wet curls. You let your gaze wander about his naked body as he turned and walked to the closet, grinning as his ass jiggled softly as he moved. “Nice ass.” You watched as he turned over his shoulder to look at you briefly before grinning and turning back around, bending slightly and shaking his hips for emphasis. Reaching beside you, you tossed one of the pillows at him. 

“Excited for today?” You asked him, rolling over to lay on your stomach, propping your head up with your elbows. 

Pulling on his usual outfit, and zipping it up to the neck, he finally turned back around and placed his foot on the end of the bed to put on socks. “Of course I’m excited,” he said. “I get all of my favorite people in one place-and, well, this will be one of the first parties that is my own, you know? Not that I don’t love Jake, but I like that we did separate celebrations this year.”

“Come here,” you cooed to him. He obliged, putting his foot down and bending over to kiss you softly. You placed your hands on his chest and fiddled with the zipper. “Today is your day, baby. Everyone who loves you will be there. We’ve got lots of good wine, food, games…you name it. Sam, Danny and I made it happen. You’re gonna love it. Now, finish getting ready, and we’ll head over.” He kissed you once again before putting on the other sock, and headed to the bathroom to blow dry his hair. Meanwhile, you paced in the kitchen, deciding for sure that you would tell Josh the truth, but only after his birthday. You wouldn’t steal his happiness now. Not today, at least. 

Is everything ready to go? You texted Danny, who practically responded immediately. 

Sam’s already started drinking, so yeah–get Josh here ASAP. :) You grinned at the text message and put the phone away, shoving it in your pocket. 

“Josh, are you finished primping?” You asked, craning your neck around the corner. 

“Hey, this hair doesn’t happen overnight,” He said into the mirror, looking at you through it. 

“Come on pretty boy, time’s a wastin’,” you said, snapping your fingers at him. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he chirped back, tucking curls into place with far too much hairspray. 

You got ready separately from Josh. You wanted to impress him with your outfit, seeing his expression first. You had decided on a sky blue linen dress that was fashioned with delicate eyelets at the hem and on the edge of the sleeves. You put on light, flattering makeup and had left your hair down in soft waves, just like Josh loved. He was a natural lover, and with that came the preference of natural beauty, which to you was a relief. 

“Hey Love, have you seen my–” he paused, walking through the threshold of the bedroom into the open planned living room and kitchen where you stood waiting for him. You turned and grinned at him. 

“You like it?” You pulled at the fabric of your dress and turned for him to look at the entire outfit. 

“Like it?” He repeated your question, stepping forward, pulling you in by your waist. “You are so incredibly beautiful.” His smile was full of warmth, igniting your body with passion and love for him. He began swaying with you softly back and forth, and you let him, pulling your arms around his neck, taking in his familiar scent. 

“Are we dancing?” You asked into his skin after a long, quiet moment. 

“Maybe,” he answered softly, humming a meandering tune–one that you couldn’t quite identify, but that felt so, so familiar. 

“But there’s no music,” you said, the edges of your lips, tickling his skin as you smiled.

“I can fix that,” he said even softer, his head tucking down to kiss the hollow of your neck, and like the breeze through a sail, his song steadied you, made you everything you’d ever wanted to be, and gave you purpose. 

“Oh, my love, my darling

I've hungered for your touch

A long, lonely time

And time goes by so slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?

I need your love

I need your love

God speed your love to me.”

His voice lilted like cherry blossoms falling from a tree, dappling the earth in gentle hues, and suddenly, you began to feel tears slipping down your cheeks. They were bittersweet ones, summoned from the great, undeniable love that you had for Josh, but sullied from the guilt that still roiled deep within your gut. You stood there, secure in his embrace, knowing that you were loved so deeply and unapologetically. You’d be the one to break his heart in mere days, and still, you were too selfish to have already told him. You sniffled back the wetness in your nose, and felt Josh loosen the embrace, pulling you away from him. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked, his face contorted with puzzled concern. You shook your head, shaking off the feeling. You wouldn’t hurt him. Not today. 

“I’m fine. I’m better than fine,” You half lied. “I love you so much.”

“You’re everything to me, pretty girl.” He moved a hand to stroke the softness of your cheek with the meat of his thumb.

“Kiss me,” you said softly, selfishly needing him to make it all better. He obliged, kissing you softly, his teeth pressing into your bottom lip as he moved and angled his head. You gave in to the intensity, opening your mouth for him to move further, and he did. His tongue slipped between your lips, searching and discovering more and more of you as he walked you backward to rest against the kitchen island. His soft moans drifted into the kiss, reverberating though your own body with a need that you know couldn’t be quenched between now and the party. His hands moved to the curve of your ass as he moved to plant biting kisses on your neck. 

“Don’t–leave–marks,” You warned him, knowing that there’d be no way to cover them at the party. 

“Fine,” he said in a huff of preoccupied breath. “But I will be leaving marks that only I get to see later tonight.”

“You’re such a tease,” you chided, smacking his ass softly as he stepped back. 

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But I think I’m justified.”

“Let’s go before your birthday cake disappears,” you warned playfully. 

“It better not,” Josh said, grabbing his keys from the counter. “Sam would be the one to cut the cake without me, though,” He grinned. “He might find himself without an arm if that’s the case.”

“Calm down. Surely you’re not going to be hacking and slashing on your birthday,” you said, heading out of the front door. 

“I don’t know. If Jake brings his sword, I might not be able to resist.”

You snorted through a chuckle. “Get in the car, stupid.”

“Wow, so mean to the birthday boy!” Josh whined, hopping into the driver’s seat as you got in beside him. 

“Your birthday isn’t until Friday, stay humble, mister.” He grinned, and reached for your hand as he drove. 

“You brought your keys, right? Just in case I need you to drive later?” He asked, looking over at you with a sly grin. 

“Aren’t you supposed to taste the wine when you’re at a winery?” You teased him, reaching into your purse. “But yes, I have the keys.”

“I chose a winery for the very purpose of tasting…and tasting more,” He said with a bright grin as he drove down the road. 

***

Josh jumped into the gravel driveway and shut the door of the Jeep with a loud thwack. He took in a deep breath, and you could see the happiness pouring from his body in an almost visible aura. The venue had been prepared with two large event tents in the middle of the large field, with floor cushions scattered about inside. Two large banquet tables were placed together lengthwise, one organized with an arrangement of gifts, and another with an endless array of foods. 

“Wow,” you blinked, stepping forward. “It’s beautiful!”

Suddenly, you heard the roar of the small crowd gathering around the tent, turning to face you both as you approached. Josh’s grin was too large for his face, and it hurt to see him so incredibly happy when, behind your mask of pretend joy, you were crumbling inside. 

“Happy birthday!” The crowd shouted after a messily-organized exclamation. Jake, Sam and Danny stood together at the front of the crowd, while the boys’ parents stood behind them hand and hand. You looked over at him with a gentle, proud smile. 

“Happy early birthday, baby,” You told him, gently knocking your shoulder into him as you held his hand. He moved to kiss you on your forehead before releasing his hands from yours, stepping forward to greet his family and friends. 

“Hey,” Danny said after speaking with Josh, stepping up to you with a gentle smile. “You look like you’re holding up okay. How are you?” He asked the question with genuine concern, though you didn’t appreciate him bringing up the sick, insidious feelings that slithered throughout your body, mind and soul like a venomous, lethal serpent. 

“I’m fine,” you said in a low murmur. “Really, I’m fine. It’s Josh’s day, and I don’t want to ruin that for him.”

“So he doesn’t know yet?” Danny said, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Please don’t judge me, Daniel. You would do the same thing as me,” you defended yourself. 

“Hey, I’m not judging,” He said too loudly, looking over his shoulder to make sure that no one had heard him. “I promise. Have they contacted you again?” He asked quietly, stepping aside from the group with you. 

“No,” you lied, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“What did they say?” Danny continued, seeing straight through your attempt at deception. 

“They said I didn’t seem very motivated,” You admitted. “And I told them that I wasn’t scared of them.”

“You said that to them?” He asked incredulously.

“Texted. And yeah, I’m fucking tired of them threatening me.” You shrugged. “They don’t own me. I’ll tell him soon, I will. Just not now. Not when this is his day.”

“Would they pull something? Here?” He asked, looking around. 

“How would they know about this?” You asked him. 

“Y/n, really? They had pictures of you and I. They knew where we were for dinner. They know where you and Josh live…” His face contorted with concern. 

“Let’s just move on,” you told him, throwing your hands up dismissively. You stepped away from Danny without another word and joined the gathering once more. 

“Josh, did you ask for anything edible?” Sam asked, downing a white claw. “What the hell is this shit, anyway?”

“Some of my favorite foods from all over the world. Don’t be disrespectful, Samuel.” Josh chewed on a fig as he spoke. “You’re just uncultured.”

“No, I just know what tastes good and what tastes like shit,” He chuckled, downing the rest of his beverage. Sam shook his head and walked away, loading his plate with some of the least offending food. 

“Can we start passing out the wine and champagne? It’s the perfect time for a drink,” Josh said to no one in particular, but you heard him. Approaching the tables, a server from the venue helped open several of the bottles and handed you flutes and wine glasses one after the other. The group formed a line and grabbed a beverage of their choice, before stepping back and holding their beverage to prepare for a toast. Of course it had to be Josh to deliver it. 

“Thank you everyone for coming, and for making today s0 wonderful. Everyone that is here is someone that I love deeply, so thank you for celebrating my birthday with me. And Jake–” Josh continued, lowering his head to acknowledge his twin. “I know it’s not our birthday quite yet, but happy birthday to you, man. I love you so much. Also remember, it might have been me to be first born, but It’ll also be me to be buried last.” Josh raised his glass. 

“And on that note, cheers!” Jake shouted, and the crowd cheered, klinking and downing their glasses with smiles and happiness. You watched Josh with so much love and admiration, but found it very difficult to drink with merriment. Still, you swallowed down the liquid, feeling it warm your throat. You hoped it would calm your nerves and muddle your worries, too. 

“Presents!” Jita announced. “Let’s see ‘em!” She clapped her hands with enthusiasm, and everyone began to crow around Josh as he stepped between the tables. You oriented toward the front of the crowd. 

“What to open first!” Josh exclaimed, picking up one of the larger boxes and shaking it, hearing the contents rattling.

“Don’t break it!” Karen, Josh’s mother chided. 

“Oops,” Josh said, blushing brightly as he began to rip the box open, revealing a crystal fruit bowl, lined in gold leaf filigree. Karen grimaced, her lips thinning out into a line, before relaxing into a smile. 

“For you to put on your island,” she said. “I found it–do you remember this one? It’s just like Memaw’s dishes. It took me forever to hunt one down.”

Josh rotated the large bowl in his hands, feeling the texture of the glass upon his fingers. “I love it so much,” he said, obviously enthused about the simple gift. You knew he meant it, too. That gleam in his eye wasn’t something he could fake. “Thank you, Momma. I love it.” He set the bowl down gently and walked over to Karen and kissed her softly on the cheek, hugging her tightly. 

“I love you son. Happy birthday, baby.” Karen and Kelly had gifted Josh a few more gifts, which he humbly and excitedly accepted. Danny had gotten Josh a new watch, which included all of the newest capabilities. Jake had purchased Josh a subscription to a variety of liquors around the world, which he attested that Josh had to share. After a long while of opening presents, the table had been cleared by helpful workers–the presents organized in a neat cluster. 

“Thank you so much, everyone,” Josh addressed the room. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Wait a second,” You said, reaching into your purse for the card you had written for Josh. You pulled it out and handed it to him. “It’s just a little note, that’s all,” you told him with a little shrug. “I saved the present for your actual birthday, don’t hate me,” you grinned. 

“You always keep me on my toes, Y/n.” He puckered his lips and kissed the air at you. You watched as he peeled open the envelope, a wide smile growing on both of your faces as he pulled out the contents; except, what he pulled out did not look familiar. There were what looked like pictures, and a piece of paper that wasn’t the blue color of what you put inside. 

“Wait,” you said out loud, taking a step forward as he began to read whatever was inside. “That’s not–” you started again, confusion furrowing your brows together. He looked up at you, his smile fading, and his eyes darkening with hurt, confusion, and the one emotion that you’d dreaded since the beginning. Betrayal. 

The room was dead quiet, save for the afternoon breeze that wafted through the tent, ruffling grass and the leaves of nearby trees. “Josh, it’s not–that’s not what it–” You tried, your eyes flooding with painful tears. He looked at you–through you. If you could have, you would have disappeared like ash in the wind–but that was a self-indulgent thought. It was true that you had kept something huge from Josh, and now you’d pay for it. 

You watched with horror as a single crystalline tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes flooded with emotion. He numbly lifted his gaze to the crowd beyond and shook his head ‘no,’ and placed the card on the table and walked off silently. You didn’t understand the interaction, but decided to run after him. 

“Josh, really. It’s not Y/n’s fault. She has a stal–” Danny started, stepping forward in your defense. Josh turned suddenly. 

“You fucking knew, too?” He spat. “You know what? Fuck you both. Don’t fucking talk to me, and don’t come find me, either.” 

You sniffled harshly in a helpless attempt to pull yourself together in front of so many other partygoers. Looking at his friends and family burned a hole through you so deep and wide, that there wouldn’t be much to save coming out of it. There was nowhere for you to go, and you didn’t have your car, either. You’d kick yourself later for that. So many eyes followed you as you trudged away in whatever direction that would take you far enough away from this awful, awful place. Sam and Jake stood wide-eyed for a long moment before running off after their brother, leaving the rest of the crowd to disperse. 

“Y/n,” Danny called from across the field, but you couldn’t hear him–wouldn’t. You turned off every thought and feeling, shutting down as you sauntered through the open field. It was quite beautiful, the scene in front of you; wildflowers swayed in the spring breeze, and flitting hummingbirds hovered upon their delicate petals. It should have been a beautiful day, and now that the sun was beating down on the lush landscape, you hated everything about it. Tears flooded your eyes, and in the moment you could have laughed at the pathetic display.

“Hey!” Danny said finally, having jogged behind you to catch up. Pulling on your elbow, he spun you around to look at you. “Hey. Where are you going?”

“Where does it look like, Danny? I don’t fucking know. I don’t know where to go,” you said, finally letting yourself fall apart, your body wracking with heavy sobs. Despite the terrible circumstance, and the risk that Danny faced with his brother and family, he took the final step forward, letting you dissolve into his embrace, his arms wrapping firmly around you. 

“Let me take you home. You can stay with me for a few days,” Danny said, kissing the top of your head. You sniffled and nodded, feeling your muscles aching from the overexertion of emotion. “Come on,” he said, turning you toward the gravel parking lot, his arm supported across your back, holding you close as you both walked away from the destruction that was left in your path.

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End of Part 3.

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[happynowyo]

The triad, part 2

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Aemond x fem!reader, Aegon x fem!reader

Summary: The announcement of your engagement with Aegon make you and Aemond question your feelings.

Word count: 2,2k

Tag list: @flavorofsalt

Part 1

— I don't want to marry him.

Alicent rolls her eyes in evident irritation, but restrains herself and forces her lips to part in the softest and most reassuring smile. Sometimes she feels like these children were sent to her as some kind of punishment, but she loves them in her own way and reminds herself of that now. You and Aegon have been begging her to change her mind and break the tradition since you were children. Each has a list of their own arguments, but over the years both of you have come down to a simple and unapologetic "I don't want to."

Aegon is rude and cold. All he cares about is the new maids and the wine in his glass; even at battle training with Cole he is now a rare guest. Alicent senses a chasm between them that is only getting wider as time passes. Her boy has grown up and become too independent. His unwillingness to take responsibility for his actions horrifies Alicent - it seems that Aegon does not understand at all how much hope is placed in him as a firstborn son. Apparently one day she may have to drag him to the throne by force.

But she has Aemond, a son she is truly proud of. These days he is her only comfort. The only one who doesn't give her any trouble. Aemond treats everyone with respect, accurately performs every task, shows interest in his studies and spends lots of time training, striving to become the best fighter in the whole kingdom. Alicent admires him, not accentuating the ghostly bitterness at the sight of the scar and the leather bandage covering his empty eye socket. Even with this injury, Aemond remains a far more worthy party than Aegon. He wears it almost with pride, forcing everyone to treat him appropriately, though other people's pitying glances still annoy him.

— Girls rarely marry for love, honey. Usually it's the will of the head of the family. Dynastic marriages, duty, responsibility... — Alysent's voice grows quieter as she is caught up in flashbacks about Otto's time confronting her with the fact of her impending marriage to Viserys. — Our wishes don't matter. Fathers trade us as commodities for fortunate offspring, money or higher status in society.

— I will not have children with Aegon, — you shake your head stubbornly, feeling truly sure of what you just said, as if someone has slipped these words to you right now as an undeniable fact.

You braid your long almost white hair in front of the mirror and stoically don't flinch when your mother puts her arms around you shoulders, hugging you from behind. You catch her sad look in the reflection and hide your understanding. You pretend not to know why Alicent uses those exact words. Pretend not to see in the images of the past the young mother who had to marry Viserys, despite the terrifying age difference. Maybe you were a little luckier in that. Aegon is the same age with you, you grew up together, and you know him from every possible angle. But he does not hold a special place in your heart. He isn't the reason for your happy smiles and burning eyes.

— Why can't I marry Aemond? You know he's worthy, and we could...

Your voice, full of hope, falters as Alicent shakes you by the shoulders and turns you toward her. She's sorry, but there's an order to things that they must obey.

— We've discussed this before, and I won't waste time doing it again. I've listened to your lamentations for years, but you know they won't change anything. You will marry Aegon, it was decided when you were born, — your mother mints each word with particular firmness, and this is a hint of how tired she is of the whole situation, and you nod meekly, giving up.

You will still manage to get your way, even if you do it bypassing all the rules, but now it is better to calm Alicent down and not bring her to the boiling point. You remember quite well how long your cheeks can burn after mother's slaps. You know how to be a chameleon and give people the reactions they expect, even if they are false. You learned a long time ago that sincerity is not always the key to everything. But it's the only thing that matters to you - that's why the truth rings openly in the room when you talk about not having children with Aegon. You don't need to use cards or the stars or avoid nights together with your husband-to-be to know that.

It only takes a sudden frame, a blurred wisp in front of your eyes, to see an adorable boy beside you addressing Aemond through the cherished "Daddy!" And that alone warms you from within, sending a real shiver of shy happiness through your body. Your mother's words immediately lose all meaning - some girls are entitled to their love, after all, even under the condition of a dynastic marriage. And you know that Aemond will gladly take Aegon's place as your husband. He has repeatedly spoken out about this, even though no one has taken the youngest's words seriously.

Later that night, you visit your brother. You aren't a frequent guest in Aemond's chambers, but tonight he has deliberately avoided you all day since the announcement of the engagement, and despite the fact that you two usually spend Friday nights together, you have a premonition that this time Aemond will break a long-standing tradition. His resentment toward the world, mixed with aggression, spreads throughout the entire wing of the castle in a shock wave. You walk down the corridor, barely breathing, as if you were wading through a thick curtain of smog. Aemond doesn't keep guards near the door, so getting in isn't the biggest problem.

But to your disappointment, the room is empty. At this late hour your brother can only be in the training room. You contemplate the fact that this isn't the worst way to deal with emotions, so you let yourself lie down on the bed, staring into the stained-glass window across the room with a cloudy, tired look. Aemond is predictable - if something goes wrong and something knocks him out of his crystal smooth icy tranquility, he gets rid of that tension either by holding his sword in his hand or holding Vhagar's reins.

Aemond would have been glad to go up in the sky today, to circle over the neighboring lands and let the dragon choose its own direction, just to hear the sound of the wind and feel the frisky currents of air above him. Maybe it would spare him fantasies of what would happen after you and Aegon's official wedding. He can't help but imagine. Jealousy clouds the mind, rises as a desperate veil before his eyes, and beasts growl somewhere behind his ribcage, demanding to take away what belongs to him. You are destined for Aegon by birthright, but Aemond will rather die than let it really happen.

A break in the family is not as frightening as his mother's anger, but even that pales in the face of the fear that he might lose you before he has found you. It's hard for him to remember at what point the childish thought of "I could be a better husband for her" was replaced by the quite distinct "I want her only for myself, all to myself". Blind affection has developed into something more - if one were to ask Aemond to assess the situation from the outside, he would boldly call it a crush that at times feels more like an obsession. These feelings are so vivid and all-consuming, and they are only further fueled by envy of Aegon, who doesn't even have to try and do anything.

You're literally handed to Aegon on a silver platter, but he turns away at her, and that's what angers Aemond more than anything else in the world. He is so angry that the whole day flies by, lost in this boiling aggression. His mother forbids him to fly and sends guards to keep the way to Vhagar - she is truly afraid that Aemond will lose control of himself. She does not need to speak to her son to notice the reverent tenderness with which he treats his sister, and the fierce insistence with which he asks again and again to marry you. Putting two and two together is not at all difficult, but Alicent pushes away the dangerous realization to the last. She wants to believe that Aemond will outgrow his adolescent sympathies and won't become an obstacle to all her plans.

So Aemond is training all evening, deliberately skipping dinner. He literally boils over with his own powerlessness, and the scar itches nastily, echoing the tension that is already multiplying in his body. His wrist goes numb and his shoulder cramps from overexertion, but it seems to Aemond that he would rather burn in the fire of his own rage at fate than manage to truly calm down. "I should have been born first." He grinds it out through his teeth, trashing the training figures as if it were his own fault. But all the tension suddenly vanishes from him only the moment he finds himself in the bedroom, noticing a maiden silhouette on the bed. And then he is overtaken by utter fatigue, coupled with a ghostly joy.

Aemond moves almost silently, having already had time to change his clothes and take a bath. He leaves his trusty sword by the armchair and walks around the bed, a cautious smile blooming on his lips in an instant. He dares not disturb your fragile sleep, so he lays down beside you so as to leave a fraction of a safe space between them. But even this allows him, nevertheless, to reach out to the heavy blond curls and run the tips through, to drown in them like in the silk. Aemond had once even been able to braid your hair, but now his fingers, rough under the steel of his sword, can hardly remember the right movements. He gazes at you as if he was a thief about to be caught. Every moment is so priceless that Aemond hardly blinks, he doesn't even breathe, it seems.

Love pierces through him. It shackles him hand and foot and makes him utterly helpless. He could control anyone in the castle, he could easily overrule and defend himself, but even his own armor is no match for you. Any mask melts under your inquisitive look, any hardness vanishes from by your voice, obeying light touches or kisses. You two never crossed the line, always wandering somewhere on the edge, pretending to maintain the boundaries of propriety, but Aemond knows that the feelings are mutual. He knows that if he takes a step into that abyss, your affectionate embrace is sure to meet him on his way.

— Are you angry with him or with me? — the innocent question takes him by surprise, and he involuntarily flinches as he notices that you are no longer asleep, instead engrossed in tracing the movement of his fingers through the tips of your hair.

— With myself.

Aemond doesn't need to lie in your presence. You feel him so subtly that you easily bypass the barriers of words to get straight to the point. There's something he can't say out loud even to himself, but you know without having to, so you move cautiously closer to be with your brother, literally nose to nose. Pulling your cool fingers to his face, you smoothly circles the sharp cheekbones and the outline of his lips before picking up the tip of his artificial skin. The blue sapphire shines in the glow of the night, and you look at it mesmerized as if you noticed it for the first time, though years ago it was your gift.

— You're staring, — Aemond, as always, feels naked without his usual blindfold, so he uses that as an excuse to change the subject. He'd like to pay less attention to the fact that your touches are creating a tight lump somewhere in his stomach. — Do you think Aegon won't let you come here after the wedding?

— Aegon won't take away my will or my desires. He won't change anything, — you shake your head softly, not noticing the sneer in your brother's voice, and stand up a bit on your elbow. Reaching out some more, you press your lips to Aemond's cheek in short, blind kisses, trying to put a promise in your words. — Everything will stay the same. Our Friday nights, our flights together and our walks in the garden. I will stay with you, as I promised. I love you, remember?

You stop yourself, belatedly remembering that these promises they have yet to say to each other in the future, but Aemond is too focused on the tenderness flooding his gut with hot treacle to notice this hiccup. He's no longer able to run from what you so generously offer him, he feels a special foreboding in the air and he reads the benevolent permission in your eyes before he covers your lips with his for the first time, dragging you into a kiss that grows more desperate and impatient as the feeling of elapsing time becomes stronger.

[mxanigel]

fic update: Cut to the Feeling

an Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin) fanfic

[Read on AO3]

An in-progress longfic that asks the question, What if they lived?

Chapter 25: Kiss My Scars

With assistance from Orvud's Garrison, Survey Corps forces defeat the massive Titan that was once Rod Reiss. Yet a rift remains between Shion and Levi. With Hange still hospitalized, Shion expects to face the night alone. To her surprise, she doesn't.

Rating: M

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/OC, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Hange Zoë & OC, eventual Levi/Hange/OC

Additional Tags: They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, Hange Zoë Being Hange Zoë, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Friendship, Banter, Swearing, Lots of Cursing, Angst, Love and Loss, Asexuality Spectrum, Levi Ackerman Is Obsessed With Cleaning, Falling In Love, Literal Sleeping Together, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Eventual Canon Divergence, Nightmares, Torture, Blood and Injury, Demisexual Levi Ackerman, Bisexual Hange Zoë, I'm writing this because it's taken over my brain, I have spent so many hours on the wiki lol, Eventual Romance

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Shion throws herself into her duties for the next few hours—such as dismantling the unused set of explosives and interviewing soldiers for her report to Hange—stopping only when ordered to eat dinner. After the meal, she visits Hange’s hospital room to find them sound asleep. She leaves a scribbled summary of today’s battle with a personal note at their bedside before navigating a maze of halls and stairs to reach her assigned quarters.

Fuck, this room is excessive. Granted, this is one of the fanciest buildings in Orvud, but it’s surreal to experience that opulence, to think about how much money was wasted here instead of rebuilding Stohess or supporting refugees fleeing Titan activity.

Over a dozen candles burn in wall sconces, most of which she blows out to conserve them. A four-poster bed more than double the size of a captain’s bunk sits against one wall, far too many pillows piled on top of it. The oak dresser is as wide as she is tall; Zane would probably admire its construction. Situated on its polished surface is a washbasin, the softest linen cloths she’s ever touched, and an ornately gilded mirror.

Oh, she’s a terrible sight. She diligently brushes knots from her hair before braiding it again so it’s out of the way while she reviews her notes and begins drawing the grotesque not-face of the Titan per Hange’s request. When she can’t stare at her third sketch attempt any longer, she wearily flops backward onto the bed, exhaling as she drapes both arms over her face. She’s running out of distractions. Perhaps the best course of action would be to try to sleep, nightmares be damned—

Knuckles rap against her door. Who’d swing by at this hour? Hange wouldn’t knock. Historia’s a possibility, though her movements are likely restricted now, or it might be Sasha. “It’s open.”

Shion barely swallows a gasp when Levi steps inside. He slumps against the closing door, his head bowed, looking as exhausted as she feels. But he doesn’t speak. When she can’t stand the dead air any longer, she murmurs, “Hi.”

He merely grunts.

Distance yawns between them as silence returns. She doesn’t know why he’s here. She isn’t sure whether she wants him to be here. But it’s the first time he’s sought her out since their disastrous reunion after the Stohess ambush. This heavy atmosphere is better than being alone. Right?

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[alexetbishop]

KATE BISHOP SPECIFIC (not really) HEADCANONS

These are mostly if you were dating her.

I really wish she was real.

- She has your name written on the side of her bow, with a glittery purple sharpie to be exact.

- If there's a cute couple tiktok trend, be ready because she'll beg you to do it with her. Hard on the "would you still love me if I was a worm" one.

- One time she wanted to surprise you with heart shaped pancakes but she messed everything up and they came out all deformed (and burned too).

- When she was about 13 or 14 she had a crush on Clint. But one of those "I admire him so much and I want him to be my dad" kind of crushes.

- And before bed she always daydreamed about all the possible ways of how she could meet him and then it would end up with him adopting her and making her learn all kinds of tricks.

- She has a crush on any character that is linked with archery, epecially Katniss Everdeen and Legolas.

- She would always wake up about ten or fifteen minutes before she needs to just so she could spend some time cuddling with you (even if she sleeps attached to you like a koala).

- She often surprises you with flowers and your favourite sweets just because she likes to see you smile but also because she wanted an excuse to buy Takis for herself.

- When she's sad she'll listen Taylor Swift's sad songs at full volume in the middle of the kitchen floor.

- But when she's in a happy mood and home alone she would throw a concert with all Taylor's choreography while in her boxers and sports bra.

- Every single day she has to show off her abs to you, just to "make you see the progress she did while training".

- She is awful at math.

- She is THE gentleman.

- One time she ate one of Lucky's treats because she thought it was a piece of chocolate and she didn't realize until you told her.

- One time she splashed you with water as you were coming home from work. (Yelena was coming to visit her and Kate thought it was her.)

- She's a crybaby when it comes to cheesy rom coms

- She is terrified of spiders, even the little ones with teenie tiny legs.

- One time you arrived home finding her covered in green goo. (She tried the slime arrow inside the apartment and somehow she got it all over herself).

- If your first language isn't English she'll spend hours on Duolingo and on YouTube to learn your language.

- Katniss and Peeta were her bi awakening.

- You had gifted her a little golden retriever plushie and every time she goes away on missions she brings it with her since it reminds her of both you and Lucky.

- She would totally binge watch edits about her and mumble to herself how amazing and hot she is.

- She loves hugging you from behind and giving you sweet little kisses on your neck.

- Whenever she's watching a show or a movie she always falls asleep mid way.

- She's a boobies girl.

- One time she was taking a bath and she thought about that episode of iCarly where Carly got her thumb stuck in the faucet. She tried to do it and got stuck too.

- Her go to nicknames for you are "princess", "baby girl" and "pretty girl" and during spicy time she whispers them into your ear to praise you.

- When she kisses you she has either both her hands, or at least one, on your cheeks.

- She loves playing with your hair, especially when she's anxious to calm herself down.

- She is not a morning person and will always send you to walk Lucky at 6 a.m.

- She gives the softest, most knee shattering and heart melting hugs.

- On halloween matching costumes are a must. And they're something stupid like ketchup and mustard or Scooby and Shaggy.

[unknown22448]

PART 1

its just a story with you and Steven making love <3

idk why I put it like that, but yeah... ENJOY!

WARNING ⚠️ I didn't put an age because I dont know what age the reader is, and I want it to feel as cute and as intimate as possible. If you need to know, when I was writting this they are both 18 :)

English is not my first language, but I hope you won't notice it in the story.

Thank you!

You and Steven were on the beach, against a rock, you have been a couple for a while now.

Steven knew that kissings on the neck made you weak, so that's what he did.

He was really getting into it, and a moan scaped your lips.

"STEVEN"- You whispered/yelled

"What?"- he asked

"You have to calm down, or we are going to bump into someone in this small town. I don't know about you, but I don't want them seeing us like this..." - You explained

"You are right, but... I can't stop. The way you hold back your moans, your breathing gets a little heavy and your back archs just a little when I kiss your neck is just... irresistible." - He confessed

You were kind of shocked and turned on with what he just said, so you had to find a solution. Something that you can do so that you don't have to go anywhere and isn't risky for you to moan as loud as you can.

At that moment, an idea popped into your head...

"Hey... Steven?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there a chance that you can make your bubble soundprouf?"

👁👄👁 "OMG"

"YEAH, I KNOW. I'm a genius, you don't have to say it."

"You are a genius babe, I just don't know if I can. But I guess there is no harm in trying... right?"

"Right"

..................................................................................

He did what it seemed to be a soundprouf bubble, so you made him do it with only him inside it.

That way, you can call him on the phone and test the bubble.

You made him scream as loud as he could. And fortunately it worked. He broke the bubble and stared at you with a happy smile.

"OMG STEVEN, YOU DID IT"- You exclaimed

"I- I KNOW, I DON'T KNOW HOW I DID THAT"

"IM SO PROUD OF YOU!"

You runned into him and hugged him, it was the softest and most intimate hug that you felt.

Both of you felt this feeling of intimacy.

That's when you slowly started to put your hands in the back of his neck, while at the same time, he was putting your hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

While your hands moved, you parted from the hug and stared into his eyes. He started getting closer and closer putting your lips together.

While you were making out with him, a cocky smirk formed in his lips.

He created the bubble. Your lips part for a moment, you were concerned about being seen.

"But Steven, what about-" Your words were cut out when he made a little gesture with his hands and made the bubble seen proof.

"Don't worry babe, I got you"- He said cutely.

You just smirked at him. He placed his hand behind your neck, and brought you close.

His kiss was soft at first, but then it started to get stonger and desperate. The two of you separated for a bit to catch a breath.

That's when you took the opportunity to grab him from his shirt and pull him into the sand with you.

"Can I kiss your neck now?"-He asked

"Yes Steven, you can"-You chuckled

He started kissing your neck, and that's when you started making the things he loved. Your back arched just a little, your breath started getting heavy. The difference is that you can be as loud as you can.  Thats when Steven got a little more excited than usual.

"Can I take your shirt off?"-He asked while blushing a little bit.

"Yes Steven, you can."-You said

He took your shirt of, and started to kiss your chest. Your breath started to get heavier, so you asked:

"Steven, can I take your shirt off?"

"Yes, you can"-He answered happily

You took his shirt of and admired his muscles.

"Can I touch you?"

He took your hand and brought it to his chest. His body felt great. Suddenly, he made a hiss.

"Whats wrong?"-You asked concerned.

"Your hands are cold"

"Omg, im so sorry"-you took your hands of him.

"No no, don't worry about it. Actually it's kind of nice to feel a little coldness in this heat"-He took your hands and put them on his chest again.

You smiled.

You grabbed Steven by the shoulders and slammed him into the sand.

To your surprise, he turned pink.

"OMG, WHAT DID I DO? ARE YOU OKAY?"-You asked concerned.

"I um... yeah I'm okay. I have been turning pink when I feel emotions at an extreme level lately."- He explained

"Oh, and what kind of emotions are you feeling right now?"

"I- I- UM"-He turned more pink than before.

"Alright... I see whats happening here."

You straped him between your legs.

"Steven"

"What?"

"Grab my butt"

"WHAT?!?"

"GRAB MY BUTT"

You didn't know why, but he always reacted like this. He has to get used to getting asked to grab your butt. You didn't mind, his reaction always made you laugh.

"okay... but only if your sure"

"I am sure, dont worry"

He placed his hands on you butt like you asked him.

"Dont just place your hands on it, grab it like you mean it. I promise I don't mind, I actually like it a lot."

"I- okay, like this?"-He did as you asked.

"Like that, thank you babe"

"Of course, what are you going to do know? Do you want me to do something else to you?"

"Not yet baby"

"Okay :)"

Now it was time for you to kiss his neck, and that you did. You could see why Steven liked to do it to you so much, it was very satisfying seeing him enjoying your kisses.

You went a little down, and started kissing and liking his muscles.

You saw that Steven was bitting his lips.

"Remember Steven, you can be as loud as you can."

"Oh! Right! Thank you heh."

You continue to kiss him further down, and notice that he was starting to moan a little.

You kissed his gem, he got scared for a second.

"Im sorry, I just... didn't like that. I don't know why, is a strange feeling." -He said

"You dont have to be sorry, I wont do it again if you don't like it. Don't worry :)"

"Thank you"

"Steveeeen, you don't have to thank me for the bare minimum. If you don't like something, I wont do it. Is the basics of a relationship."

"You are very right. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

While making out again, you started to grind on him. Both of you started moaning.

"Wait, lets not go there yet. I want to do something first."-He said.

"What do you want to do?"-You asked curiously.

"I... I w-want to touch you, and tell me the things that you like for me to do."

"I would love that."

He put his hand inside your underwear and started to feel you.

You were surprised by how good he did it on the first try.

He was doing it slow and paciently, and it drove you crazy.

In a good way.

"Do you like that?"

"Ugh, yes. Yes Steven. I- I like it very much."-You said out of breath

"Would you like me to go faster?"

"N-no, I want to feel you inside me."

Steven blushed like never before.

You guys never had sex before, this was your first time. I mean, sure, you kissed one another and touched your bodies. But it never went this far.

"Is that okay Steven?"

"Y-yes it's... it's more than okay, im ready."

"Can I take your pants off?"

"Ha, it would be difficult with them on huh"

"Haha, yes. It would be."

"Yes, of course, you can take my pants and my underware off too."

You gave him a hot look. He put himself beneath you and you put your hands at the top of the jeans to slide them down.

You stood there for a moment, admiring this boy in front of you.

The hair, his eyes, his body, his tenderness.

You loved him so much.

"What are you doing?"-He asked

"Im admiring you. I never thought that I would have a Steven Universe, so sweet, and caring, and hot."

"Haha, I don't know how to respond to that. But I can answer that I never thought that I would have you in my life. Im so grateful."

"I love you Steven"

"And I love you."

You tooked your pants and underwear off, and took his too after he gave you a nod of approval.

"Can I put you the condom? Or do you want to do it?"

"You do it, I dont mind."

"I have to touch you first, so that is hard enough to put it."

"Okay :)"

You stroke his dick a little so that you could put on the condom. You could tell that he liked it by the way he moaned.

You put on the condom.

"You ready?"

"Yes, I am"

You placed yourself on him, and slightly went down. You both moaned in unison. You set the pace, he grabbed your ass.

"Ugh, you feel so good on me."-He moaned

"Your dick feels so good inside me."-You moaned

"Can we- go- faster?"

"Yes, yes. O- of course"

He flipped you, he was on top of you.

He started going faster, the sound of your bodies slaming together filled the bubble.

"YeS, yEs. Just like that Steven, keep going."

A huge smile formed his lips, knowing that he was pleasuring you made him happy.

He kept going, just like you said. You started to feel a wave of heat on your body.

"Steven, I'm clo-"

You were interrupted by a sloppy kiss in your mouth. Both of you were a moaning mess.

Your bodies were slaming faster now. You were just about to cum.

"S-steven, I-i'm g-going- to"

"M-me t-to"

You both moaned in extasis. He went beside you, and thats when you realised that you were on the beach, in a bubble, naked and out of breath. And most importantly, you just had sex with Steven. Your Steven.

"Thank you baby, that felt great. You felt great."

"No Steven, thank you."

You both stayed there for a while, admiring each other.

Loving each other.

"Wanna go take a shower together? I want to clean you up, aftercare is important you know?"

You just stared at him, how can he be so perfect?

"I would like that very much my Steven."

"Your Steven?"

"Oh damn, I'm sorry. I wont call you that if you dont like it."

"Dont worry, i like it. And I am your Steven, as long as you are mine too."

"Of couse I am."

"Very well then, your Steven will take you to the shower and get you cleaned up."

"My Steven... got a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

"It really does :)"

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River Song for the Blorbo Bleebus thing!

Anon, thank you!!!

I am in love with Melody Pond - which is pretty obvious, I guess - so this was so much fun!

In case anyone is interested in some random explanations:

Soft and Sweet: I mean, she isn't, not really, she's poison, she's tough, she's hell in high heels, she will kill you for fun. But she also is. River is and Mels is. In her core. She has so much love in her and we always see it concentrated on the Doctor but it reaches so much further. She will deny it but she is the softest and sweetest when circumstances allow. Also, she's Rory's daughter, if you need further proof.

Chew Toy: I interpreted this a little as 'canon's punching bag', not sure this is what it means.

Aspirational Character: Do I want to be her? Absolutely. But also hell no. She has to deal with so much crap and she is a highly morally dubious person but she is awesome and she loves life so beautifully so really, how could I know whether I aspire to be her?

Orphan: Melody Pond is. Mels Zucker isn't. River Song is and isn't. Also one of her parents is an immortal box?

Divorced: River isn't divorced because why go through that trouble if you can just leave the timezone of your spouse or delete their memory when they start to annoy you?

Pets stray animals: She married the Doctor, that already counts. But also, I strongly believe Mels cares so much for stray animals. They remind her of herself and she cares for them like she wishes someone would care for her. (She does not pet them when anyone is around to witness. Except for Rory, maybe. Rory and her feed stray cats together.)

Ray of sunshine: That woman is the embodiment of loving life but she will also kill you without hesitation, so...you do the math.

Sadistic/Helps others for fun: Really, it can always be any of the two, depends on her mood, I guess.

Scary smart: Okay, she is a genius, I think we've established that (and she has a professor title to prove it). But then there is this:

(Like honestly that whole episode? Not realising she married a cyborg, trying to sell his head to his admirers, not realising the very obvious fact that the 'Doctor' she called was the Doctor. She is such a dumbass and I love her)

Also jumps down from skyscrapers and spaceships in hope her mum will catch her. Badass, but frankly quite stupid, too. There's easier ways to do this. Although, admittedly, they would not be quite as extra.

1000 Weapons: River is 1000 weapons incarnated but also sonic trowel plus decoding devices plus sonic lipstick plus sonic screwdriver plus dress perfume... anyway, she turns most of them into weapons, too, so she gets a mark close to it

Powerful violent urges: NEVER against her. But often enough against other people following something she says or does, when she shows vulnerability - mostly against Kovarian, occasionally against the Doctor

Creative Drive: She's my most tagged character on ao3, so...

No less trauma: Listen, I want her to have a better life, I do. But her trauma is so important to who she is, I would not dare to rewrite a single line.

Romance/Sex: Yes, she has plenty of that already. But she enjoys it and I would give her anything she desires. Also, she needs to meet 13 and the fugitive Doctor, that is just a given.

The Realisation: that the Doctor is helplessly and deeply in love with her. I want her to have that realisation for every day of her life, again and again. It took way too long.

A satisfying ending: Yes, she had one. She had the best one. Actually she had several and all of them were beautiful. (Yes, I even love the tragedy of her being left like a book on a shelf when she told 10 (later) that it would be the worst possible fate for her.) I checked this box because I am still hoping for her to come back to the screen but if they do that, they better not destroy that ending!