#Setting up the pride array

[anotherdescentintomadness]

Happy Pride, darlings 🌈🩵

Happy Hanguang June!

Another in my Hanguang June series for Pride Month. You can see the others here 👉 First / Second / Third / Fifth

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Happy Pride, everyone. Stay safe out there.

[taegimood]

— nudes?! (h.k) ♡

pairing: huening kai x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1.7k warnings: mention/description of reader's nudes, mention of reader in lingerie, brief mention of masturbation (m), implication of sexy time at the end, kai gets a hard-on, everybody’s horny synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

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| yeonjun ver. | soobin ver. | beomgyu ver. | taehyun ver. |

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huening kai likes to think of himself as something of a y/n connoisseur.

as your best friend, he knows all your likes, and all your dislikes; he knows what gets your jaw ticking, and what exactly makes you blush.

(he especially knows how to get you to do both.)

huening kai prides himself on knowing nearly all the ins and outs of you, but one thing that he doesn't know, that drives him straight up the wall and keeps him up late at night when he can't seem to sleep...

is whether you feel the same way about him.

to everyone else but you, apparently, it's no secret that kai has quite the crush. but what is he supposed to say? how is he supposed to tell you that he wishes it were you he could wrap his arms around instead of the mound of plushies scattered over his bed, or that every time he touches himself, it's only the thought of you that brings him over the edge?

how is he supposed to tell you that you're not just a friend to him? that he wants to be more?

this is what he finds himself pondering yet again as he sits at the drum set in his university band’s practice room, mindlessly tapping the stick in his left hand against the snare, his wandering thoughts leading to half-assed vigor as his bandmate eyes him in mild annoyance from where he sits across the room tuning his guitar.

kai glances at the clock.

she should’ve texted by now… she said 3, right?

his best friend taehyun always jokes that anyone would know huening kai is down bad when he actually checks his phone for someone, and kai has to admit that he’s right.

you’ve got him hooked; how else does he explain the fact that you actually get responses out of him — and much quicker than he’d rather acknowledge — while the guys only get to hear from him, if they’re lucky, about every 3-5 business years? (beomgyu’s exaggeration, not his.)

and yet the only one who doesn’t see it is you.

today he waits for you to show him your haul from the japan trip you just got back from with his sisters — “are you sure i can’t come with you?” “it’s a girl’s trip, kai, and i don’t know how good you’d look in a dress.” — and after how excited you’d sounded over the phone to show him the whole array of plushies and snacks and anime trinkets you’d bought, including some gifts for him, he can’t help but watch wistfully as the minute hand ticks onwards towards 3:27pm.

why is she late..? she didn’t forget, did she?

now, kai is a very patient person; he has no problem with giving people their space.

and with anyone else, he wouldn’t really mind too much if it’s been a while since he’s seen them.

but with you…

he sighs.

you... you’re different.

about 10 more minutes pass and he’s resorted to banging out his thoughts on the drums, almost finally focused on what he came here to be doing in the first place, until he feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he’s quick to halt his practice run and fish it out.

he smiles to himself at the sight of your name on his screen;

— y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : hyuka, i’m sorry i’m late!! i got caught up with something.. ㅠㅠ here are the main pics for now, and i can show you everything in full when you come over later hehe <3

god, how does she make everything sound so cute…

he clicks on the first picture, a small laugh immediately bubbling past his lips at the sight of your barely visible form squished behind the giant plushie you’d seemingly wrestled into the taxi coming back from the airport — he keeps scrolling, seeing some more pictures from the trip but mainly the ones he figures you’d just now taken: your little haul spread across your bed, displaying all the various items you’d bought and couldn’t wait to show him.

“man, how much did she buy?” he murmurs to himself as he glances at the picture count at the top of the screen and sees that there’s still 8 left.

22/30.

“i thought that was everythi—“

CRASH.

the drumsticks in his free hand slip to the ground with a loud clatter, meeting the hi-hat cymbals on the way down in a jarring cacophony akin to the way his brain feels right now as his thoughts stutter, nearly choking on his own spit, fumbling to maintain a steady grip on his phone and ignoring his bandmate’s question of “dude, are you good?” as he stares with comically wide eyes down at the sight on the screen in front of him.

y-you- s-she- what do i-

kai’s mouth runs dry.

so this is what you were “caught up with”.

the heat that travels down to his unsuspecting cock moves in record time as he takes in the 23rd photo: a selfie angled from slightly above, of you perched on the edge of your bed in a cute frilly set of LINGERIE that leaves hardly anything to the imagination, like something out of a playboy lolita magazine of his dreams — the circuits in his brain are working overtime to keep from shorting as his eyes rove intensely over your dizzying figure.

your accentuated cleavage, the plushness of your thighs, how soft the material looks against your skin…

fuck, his own skin is burning.

he can’t even believe that this is real life when he scrolls through a few more and lands on the image that will hereby without a single doubt be burned into his brain forever — you’d let the straps of the flimsy top slip down your shoulders, and now your boobs are out, a real life anime nosebleed moment about to happen for kai as he gapes and flushes at the visualization of his own wet dreams come to life.

zooming in on your thighs (for science), he then notices the tag still attached to your sheer little panties — so you got this lingerie in japan too, and oh my god —

wait, wait, wait—

he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, forcing himself to calm down a little as he pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a breath.

did she actually mean to send these pictures? should i even be looking? did she really want to show me this too? did she... did she buy it for….

he can’t finish the thought.

kai’s rock-hard cock just somehow got harder.

he doesn’t have to battle through his moral musings for much longer, though, because suddenly his phone starts buzzing with a rapid slew of notifications; he nearly jumps as he sees that they’re all from you, and he swallows hard, feeling like he just got caught doing something bad as he hesitates before sliding back to the chat.

— y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : KAI WAIT DON’T OPEN THOSE STOP — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : WAIT WAIT WAIT PLEASE — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : KAI JUST DELETE THEM DON’T EVEN LOOK OKAY

he stares frozen at your messages. he knows that you can see he’s read them; he knows he needs to say something.

but now all kinds of new thoughts are circulating through his head.

so it was just an accident? should i try to lie for her sake? do i just say that i didn’t open them yet?

…and if they weren’t meant for me… then who were they meant for?

the irksome twist in his gut is foreign, and he doesn’t like it, not one bit.

but then you keep going... and quickly he realizes that the hole you’ve now begun digging yourself into is finally his ticket to heaven.

— y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : you’re not saying anything fuck fuck fuck okay — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : okay look — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : you probably think i’m a psycho pervert — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : i probably just fucked up our entire friendship and i’m so sorry — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : i just saw the set and thought it was cute and it made me think of you and i kinda just bought it spontaneously you know and i was just kinda in my feelings so i took the pictures with the rest of the haul but i didn’t mean to send those ones i swear so just pretend this whole thing never happened and we can just be normal okay pls — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : WAIT NO I DIDN’T MEAN IT MADE ME THINK OF YOU LIKE, YOU KNOW LIKE *THAT* THAT’S NOT WJAT I MEANT — y/n/n (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ) : FUCK I DON’T KNLW WHAT I MEANT

kai’s heartbeat roars in his ears (and his dick) as he processes your admission.

she bought it because of me.

he can’t help but grin.

she feels the same way.

huening kai has never been the best at expressing himself, but he knows this is an opportunity that he’d rather die than not take as he takes a deep breath, giddily lowers his thumbs to the screen, and begins to type.

you pace around your room with your lip caught nervously between your teeth and nothing but dread looming over you as the minutes tick by with no response —

fuck, i’ve ruined everything. i’ve ruined it all.

and when your phone finally buzzes with a text, you almost don’t even want to read it.

but steeling yourself, you take a peek —

a sharp inhale. tingles like fire across your skin.

his calm response:

— hyuka! <3 : can i still come over?

your fingers stall dumbly over the keyboard.

is he… going along with it? pretending nothing happened? or… or is he… does he mean….?!

you gulp.

— you : i mean.. of course, if you still want to.. — hyuka! <3 : okay! :)

o…’okay’..? what is he-

your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at the next messages that come through, the flood of warmth that shoots immediately down between your thighs leaving you teetering as you stumble back down into a sitting position on the edge of your bed.

— hyuka! <3 : oh, and you should keep the set on — hyuka! <3 : you said you’d show me everything in full, after all.

huening kai has never moved with such determination than the way he does right now as he rises from the drum set and grabs his things, beelining for the door with his jacket held in front of him to hide the raging hard-on in his pants as he calls to his bewildered bandmate, “sorry, gotta head out!” and leaves the practice room in a heady rush.

he knows how you feel now — and he can’t wait to show you face-to-face exactly how much he returns the sentiment.

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[nerdygirlramblings]

Ren's adventures continue

a/n: the family pack is back!

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"How's training going, honey? They're not pushing you too hard?" Mum asks.

Before you can answer, Mama cuts in. "Of course they're training her hard. This is an elite group of soldiers. Only the best of the best to serve Queen and country." She looks at you with a gleam in her eyes. "Isn't that right, baby?"

Dad rolls his eyes at their antics. It's clear they're all crammed into the nest where Dad's been since the doctor seconded your moms' idea for him to be on bed rest. Seeing them together, knowing Dad's due in a few weeks, it makes you miss them all so much more. Just as Mum and Mama start debating the merits of your service, again, Dad says, "You look good, sweetheart. Happy."

They see your unconscious smile. You haven't spoken to them much since you joined the task force, too tired most nights for anything more than a few texts, but you had a light day and wanted to check on how Dad was doing with the litter. Now you have a captive audience and weeks of stories to share.

You mention how well you fight hand-to-hand, joking how an old schoolyard bully "wouldn't be able to lay a finger on me now." To prove it, you send them a quick video Gaz took of you getting Ghost on his back a few days ago. "That's my Leftenant. He's an 18 stone alpha!" They watch the video, and you track their reactions: Mum's saucer-wide eyes, hand over her mouth; Dad wincing at the thwump of Ghost's back hitting the mat; Mama's nearly-manic grin.

You leave out how quickly he flipped you and got the upper hand.

The video is followed by pictures Soap took on the shooting range, several weapons artfully arrayed around targets with groupings so tight there are fist-sized holes in some. "They're training me on some of the sniper rifles, Mum, so I'd be watching their backs instead of breeching the building." You see the slightest drop of her shoulders as she exhales and know she'll hold tight to that kernel of hope for your safety.

You're most excited to tell them about the records you've set. "And Captain Price was the one who put my name forward. Kept me an' my secondary gender out of it entirely, jus' my call sign-"

"Your call sign?" Mum says. "What's that?"

"It's like a nickname. 'S what th' other soldiers call ya. Mostly based on the dumb shit-"

"Language, young lady," Mum says sharply.

"Sorry, Mum," you mumble, heat flaring along your neck at being scolded.

"Leave the girl be," Mama says. "She's an adult and can use whatever language she wants. Let her finish her story."

You smile gratefully and mouth thank you when Mum glances away towards some sound in the house. "So call signs are usually something you have to learn to deal with because it's a constant reminder of how you screwed up. But not always. An' the guys call me Ren because I'm good at lots of things."

"A modern Renaissance Man, er Woman, huh," Dad comments.

"That's what Captain Price said." You look at your dad and blurt out, "I think you'd like the Captain, Dad. He reminds me a lot of you and Mama."

"So about those records?" Mama asks, redirecting your focus again.

You glance at your parents then dart your gaze briefly down, bashful about bragging. "It seems I set a few base records on the shooting range and with my speed. An', like I said, they're up with my call sign, so no one really knows their mine, but that's not the point."

Dad takes the bait you don't realize you left. "Then what is the point, sweetheart?" he asks quietly.

There's no mistaking the pride in your voice and the joy in your eyes when you tell him, "They make me feel like I belong."

He smiles indulgently, and a loaded glance passes between your moms. The conversation continues a few more minutes, and you get the feeling your parents want to tell you something but don't. As you say your goodnights, you tell them you'll speak to Price about getting a few days of leave when the new litter comes. The call leaves you feeling both lighter and sadder, though you can't articulate the reasons for the second.

After the call to your parents, you start spending more time in the 141 barracks. The call home made you miss being part of something, and when you spend your down time with your team, the ache inside feels less raw, the hurt less sharp.

The easy camaraderie of the gym and mess becomes an uncomplicated cohabitation of video games and movies and parallel quiet time. One night you find yourself reading on one end of the couch in the barracks' rec room while Soap sketches. A tremor runs through you; the team keeps these rooms far colder than you're comfortable with, and you don't have an extra jumper today. Soap catches you rubbing your hands together and gets off the couch, heading to a small footlocker in the corner. You track his movements as he lifts the lid and pulls out a standard issue olive green jersey. He doesn't pull it on as you expect but drops it in your lap as he returns to his seat. "Nae point in bein' cold, Ren," he says with a smile.

You return the smile gratefully. "Thank you," you reply, pulling the jersey overhead. As you sink into its warmth, you take a deep inhale, breathing in the scent of sunshine and fresh cotton. You appreciate the smell of clean laundry. It's far more pleasant than the mothballs you were expecting.

You glance at Soap, surprised to see unbridled joy on his face. "Everything okay?"

He nods quickly. "Yeah, Ren. I'm aces."

You continue sitting in shared silence until the others come in from whatever they were doing. All three men pull up short at the sight of you and Soap on the couch. Looking between them, you worry you did something wrong despite having spent the last few nights with them until heading to bed in your barracks. "Er, what's wrong?"

Price quickly shakes his head as if clearing out cobwebs. "Nothin's wrong, Ren. Just a little surprised is all. Didn't think you-"

"The lass was cold, Cap'n," Soap blurted suddenly. "Figured if the jersey wasnae 'nuf tae warm 'er, Ah'd show 'er where the blankets are."

Price nods absently. "Right. The blankets." He takes one more long look at you, gaze assessing. "Well, glad you aren't cold, then."

The solitude you and Soap shared sits uneasily now with the others around. Something's shifted. You can smell it, like a bite of cold air preceding a storm. You try brushing off the unease, but you can't ignore it. It becomes nearly oppressive by the time you head to your barracks, waving goodnight to the team.

Once the door shuts behind you, Price gapes at Soap. "What were you thinking, giving her Gaz's jersey without telling her?" His tone is angry, but it's betrayed by the concern in his eyes as he looks at the beta.

"She was cold," Soap says simply.

"Yeah, but, one of my jerseys when you could have grabbed the blanket?" Gaz wasn't angry about you walking out with the jersey. He seemed nervous.

Price points at Gaz. "Yes, that!" He runs a hand down his face. "Giving Ren Gaz's jersey when we haven't broached courting 'er could backfire spectacularly."

"Ye were nae here, Cap. Took a big 'ole lungful a' 'is scent and held it. Wouldn't be surprised if she wears it tomorrow night." He looked from Price to Gaz and finally to Ghost, who met his pleading look with a hard reproach.

"It was a bold move, pup. Don't do it again without us all talking first." He voices everyone's shared desire. "We want 'er as pack, as ours. But she's smart, and she's wary, even of us when it comes to being our omega."

Price picks up the thought and says, "If we want this, and want to do it right, we need a plan."

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[toxileaf]

griefer has that gamer rizz

[Y0. C0M3 0V3R T0 MY CR1B. 1 G0T SNACK5.]

sent 30s ago

(1.1k words cross-posted to Ao3 || Griefer/Reader)

Looking up from your phone, you gaze back at the doorway in front of you, the entrance obscured with vines and leaves.

You've been here once before, for a vastly different reason than now. Now, you're stood in front of his "cribs" door not as an enemy, but as a friend. After a second of pause, you decide to make your presence known with a yell, seeing as there was no door.

"Griefer!" Shouting to the other side of the wall, you try not to sound too loud, lest you bother the Woodsmen. "I'm here!!"

A few thunks and bumps could be heard from beyond the vines, followed by fast the thumping of steps approaching the entrance right before Griefer pops out through the foliage.

"Y- Y0-!! 1- UH- D1DN'T 3XP3CT Y0U T0 B3 *THAT* QU1CK!1? I T3XT3D Y0U L1K3, 0N3 M1NUT3 AG0 DUD3...???????"

His clothes are messy, jacket haphazardly put on and belt halfway undone. Was he not ready when he sent the text?

"Of course I got here quickly, I've been here before!" I try to give him an easy smile, attempting to dissuade his tension. Maybe I should have waited a bit longer before fast-travelling here...

"?? THAT5 N0T WHAT 1 M3ANT?" He cocks an odd look at you.

"BUT W3LL- 1F Y0U W3R3 *THAT* 3XC1T3D T0 533 M3..." A wide smirk spreads across his face as he flushes and looks to the side in pride.

"H3H. 1'LL 5PAR3 Y0U TH3 3MBARRA5M3NT, PUNK." With the same signature smug swagger, he turns around and leads you into his place.

You take the time to give it a proper look, being unable to fully observe the place the last time you were here.

There's still the same likely-stolen card displays and posters on the wall riddled with grammar mistakes, but there's a rather noticeable decrease in the number of half-drunk or empty soda cans around the room.

It seems he pulled himself at least the slightest bit together after being cured from his Venomshank-induced affliction. It widens the smile on your face a little to know this.

"4LR1GHT, T4K3 A 53AT. Y0U W4NNA PLAY 50M3 BR1CKBATTL3 PARTY?" You look over to him to see him by a couch and TV set-up. It didn't seem new, by the look of the patches on the couch and fading stickers on the TV, but it definitely wasn't there before. He likely brought it up from his actual home.

Taking a careful seat on the couch, wary of any stains (which upon further inspection, the couch was surprisingly free of. maybe he just took it off some random person's doorstep..? the idea of GRIEFER having a stainless couch is impossible to you.), you take in the wide array of snacks on the coffee table. Including a good amount of The Special's... for some reason?

You remember giving a copy of the recipe to Mayor Thaniyel, just in case, but you didn't expect it to ACTUALLY be used.

...Did getting transformed back somehow make Griefer acquire a taste for onion rings and compost? Odd. So very odd. But upon looking over the other offerings laid out, any true discomfort is immediately dissuaded. You greatly appreciate the presence of a good pie.

Griefer hands you a controller, snapping you out of your thoughts. You take it, and he sits down right next to you, his own in hand. He's surprisingly close, actually. Maybe he just doesn't have many issues with personal space.

The two of you load up a party game and get to playing. He, of course, knows all the little tricks and gimmicks to get an edge over you in any competitive mini-games.

"L0L. G3T PWN3D N00B- 0H, H3Y, CH3CK TH15 TR1CK 0UT!" Griefer constantly showed off his skills to you, while you just smiled and nodded, asking after to show interest.

You didn't totally care about video games like that, but you liked seeing him happy. Everytime he showed you something he thought was cool, he had this adorable smile on his face... It made you happy as well. So you let him continue on.

Though there were no windows, you could see the time in the corner of the screen growing later whenever you hopped from game to game. But neither you nor him got much more tired, on account of the sugary snacks he supplied you two with since the afternoon.

Though, even though you could tell Griefer definitely wasn't getting more tired, you noticed *something* was bothering him. He would look away all awkward each time your eyes met, and fall into silence like he was thinking hard about something.

After a bit, it seemed like he finally mustered some courage, and he piped up with a stutter.

"..UH.. L- L00K..-!! 1 CAN D0 TH15 TR1CK W1TH 0N3 HAND!!!" Griefer keeps one hand on the controller, pulling off a "51CK 360 N0-SC0P3", while he swiftly slides his other arm around you, his hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you in.

Being all the more closer to Griefer, you notice his skin flushing red, and could almost hear the pounding of his heart. It surely couldn't be the sound of your own, since it felt like it had stopped in your chest.

A heated silence passes, almost feeling like an eternity and a half, before he quietly speaks to you. The warmth of his breath hits the top of your ear, sending countless shivers down your back.

"UH.. Y- Y0U'R3 0KAY W1TH TH15, R1GHT..?" You finally notice your half of the split-screen is red, text saying you lost the round. It takes you a bit before you can gather yourself to give a response.

"Yeah-!! Totally! I- I like this!" You panic while responding, and you panic after responding. Why did you say it like *that*!?

While you're wrapped up in your own mortification, Griefer sets down his controller beside him, and moves in closer to you, both his arms now wrapped around your shoulders.

"TH3N.. L3T5 G0 FURTH3R, Y3AH?"

[HAHA FADE TO BLACK PUNKS im not writing smut jjst yet]

You slowly wake, trying to roll over in bed until you're stopped by something warm and sorta leafy pulling you in. Then you remember the bed you're in likely isn't yours at all, though you don't recall actually getting on the bed...

"Hngh... Griefer.." He greets you good morning by nuzzling his face into your hair, leaving kisses atop your head.

"Dude, gross... Your morning breath stinks.." You whine and try to turn away from him, right before he wraps his arms around you even tighter and his lips move down from the top of your head to your ear, giving it a small playful bite.

Writhing around even more, he has the audacity to laugh at your distress while you're captive in his arms.

"G00D M0RN1NG, BAB3..."

originally started writing this to write making out with griefer sloppy style but i lost the horny halfway thru so. another day it is. maybe i shall update with smut who knows but 4now this is all u guyz get. and i know ull eat it for u r starved,.,.!!! as am i. hence why i wrote this. lawlz.

[hamzahsbaby]

when dealer!hamzah got in a fight right before picking you up for date night ♡ ݁ ˖

you sat waiting at your vanity; your hair and makeup were freshly done, you had on your new black dress you’d bought specifically for tonight, and you even had a new fresh set on your nails. you admired yourself in the mirror for a good minute, taking some photos, even snapping a selfie for your insta story.

it wasn’t unusual for hamzah to be running a little late, it’s something you got used to, but he was definitely a little behind schedule even for him. just when you were about to shoot him a text, your phone lit up — incoming call from hammie :3

“baby?” he said, his voice was low and sad, you’d never heard him with such a inexpressive tone before. the hum of his truck’s engine was loud in the back. “i’m so sorry- i’m on the way right now. i should have called sooner.” you straightened your posture in your vanity chair, confused as to what was going on. “hamzah? what’s going on?”

you heard a loud sigh through the other end, like hamzah didn’t wanna say anything but he couldn’t bare to lie to you. “i got in a fight.” there was another pause, but you let him continue before jumping to conclusions. “some dude tryna short me on a drop. he pulled out a blade but i’m okay. i handled it.”

“what?!” you stood up, pacing around your room.

“i know i know. i fucked up baby, i’m sorry. i should have just walked away.” hamzah never thought he’d be apologizing for getting in a fight, not after he had always prided himself on standing his ground. but after the countless times you’d told him ‘baby, you can’t keep doing this.’ he felt guilt pool up in his stomach like cement. he never wanted to let you down and he feels like he really did this time. “i didn’t wanna ruin tonight,” he continued, tears even threatening to spill from his eyes but he wiped them before they could fall on their own. “i know how excited you were. i saw your post baby, you look beautiful.”

your lips parted, “just come over. we can spend the night here.”

“what? no. what about dinner baby?” hamzah pleaded. “i don’t care about dinner hamzah. i want to make sure you’re okay.” you sighed.

“are you sure?”

“yes hamzah, i’m sure.” you already started making your way to your bathroom to find your first aid kit. “okay. i’ll be there soon baby.” you hung up the phone, immediately changing into some comfier clothes.

when hamzah got to your house you realized how bad this fight really was; dried blood scattered all across his knuckles and he had a bruised and swollen eye. “you were still trying to go to dinner like this?” you giggled. “anything for you girl.” hamzah sat at the edge of your tub, legs spread and head stretched back as you cleaned him up. “okay so, how about you stop getting in fights. for me?”

“i’m really sorry baby.” hamzah leaned forward, his arms wrapped around your waist and forehead rested on your stomach. “i was looking forward to dinner.”

“me too.” you pet his hair and leaned down to give him a kiss on the head. “but i’d rather have you here in one piece instead of sitting across me pretending to not be in pain.”

“i’m not in pain.” hamzah squeezed you tighter. “quit lying and go lay in my bed. i’ll order us some food and we can watch that one show you like.” you pulled away from his embrace, cleaning up the array of bandaids and cotton balls. “you’re too good to me.”

[dollfacefantasy]

Imagine a private anatomy class with college tutor!Zayne... it would be very educational of course. Just for the sake of medicine and research and having good grades.

zayne x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fingering, possibly incorrect scientific facts (i looked them all up but just in case)

“in order to complete the lesson, you need to remain still,” zayne directed, his voice calm and quiet like it always was.

“‘m trying,” you whined. “you’re not making it easy.”

“i’m doing exactly what you asked,” he said. “you told me you were having trouble retaining the facts from the textbook, even when i read them to you. you said you needed something more hands-on.”

that was true. you had said that on the phone to him last night when you called in a fit of anxiety, stressing beyond a healthy level about your upcoming anatomy test. your professor was a tough grader, it was multiple choice and written, timed as well. you could not get yourself to remember the vocab terms to save your own life (or grade point average).

you’d spent hours upon hours trying to label blank diagrams of the human body, attempting rewrites of your notes from memory, and downloading dozens of practice tests all to no avail.

luckily, you were blessed with a tutor in the form your boyfriend. he’d passed his anatomy courses with flying colors two semesters ago. and he knew you were struggling now. he’d offered to help. you’d just been too prideful and set on succeeding on your own.

however, barely getting by with a C on your last exam broke your will and pushed you to cut your losses. you had to do better next time if you wanted to pass the course with a grade high enough to advance.

this little tutoring session had started off normal. you’d prepped notecards, bookmarked your textbook, and spread an array of highlighters across the coffee table. but somehow you’d still ended up flat on your back with your ass in his lap and his fingers swirling around your clit.

his arm stayed hooked over your waist to keep you secure as he toyed with you. it held you in place despite your attempts to squirm.

“the clitoris has ten thousand nerve endings,” he mused as his fingers danced around your little swollen bud. “it’s the most sensitive organ on a woman’s body.”

“sounds about right,” you whimpered with a pointed look.

a faint smirk ghosted across his lips. “unlike other parts of the reproductive system, its sole purpose is to provide sexual pleasure.”

as a mark of punctuation, he gave your clit a gentle pinch. you arched your back off of the couch below and let out a whine.

he hummed, rewarding your noise with more pressure to that pulsing bundle of nerves.

“you’re getting so wet for me,” he said. his thumb delved lower to rub up and down over your slit.

“fuck,” you mewled. your chest heaved with heavier breaths as your hand came up to rub at your face.

his freehand pet soothing stripes onto your hip. “as you become sexually aroused, glands near the vaginal and urethral openings secrete lubrication-“

“to decrease friction during intercourse and improve the environment for a man’s sperm,” you finished.

“ah-ah. the cervical mucus aides the man’s sperm. technically a different fluid,” he corrected.

“oh whatever,” you pouted.

that smug look on his face grew, and he swiveled his hand so that his thumb was on your clit while his digits were level with your entrance.

“it’s alright, darling. your test isn’t for another week. i’ll make sure you get it by then,” he said just as his index and middle fingers slid inside of you.

a gasp burst from your lips. you shuddered as your body accommodated his intrusion. he pumped them back and forth slowly, giving you time to get used to the feeling.

your walls clenched around him in response. his thumb continued those tight little circles up above.

“fuck, zayne,” you whined.

without missing a beat, he went on. “the depth of the vagina ranges from about two and a half to six and a half inches.”

“wow,” you choked out. listening to his little lessons were beyond you at this point. he could spout off the most nonsensical points and you’d nod along just so he wouldn’t stop moving his hand.

luckily for you, that didn’t seem to be part of his plan. he kept up his movements at a consistent speed. he twisted his wrist, wagging his thumb over your clit. all you could do was dig your heels into the couch and curl your toes.

your body felt hot all over. the heat originated in your belly but it had spread throughout your limbs and up into your chest and neck. the weight of his stare only added to it. his piercing eyes were constantly on you, studying you through those thin glasses as if you were the subject of his teachings.

you had just acclimated to the constant stream of sensations flooding your body when he rotated his arm a certain way and curled his fingers within you. a burst of white hot bliss smacked into you, causing your hips to buck and a loud moan to flow from your mouth.

“did that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, almost mocking.

you nodded eagerly, whining out “mhm” and clutching at his forearm.

“you know, experts debate the existence of the g-spot, but many people report the intense pleasure that comes with stimulating that area of the vagina” he practically purred.

then he nudged his fingers upwards again. and again. you nearly rolled off his lap from the force your body reacted with. his arm tightened around your waist just as your grip on his forearm did.

“are you close to release? your muscles are spasming and your breaths are getting faster. you’re sweating a little too,” he teased.

if it was anyone but zayne examining you so thoroughly, you might have felt embarrassed. but every word spoken in his silky tone of voice brought you closer to the euphoric edge.

you could barely get out a yes before you felt yourself burst. that heavenly feeling crashed into you hard and washed over you slowly at the same time. your heart skipped a beat or two as your lashes fluttered against your waterline.

he continued with his efforts throughout your high, working you through the climax with precise attention.

as you started to come down, he withdrew his digits from your hole and scooped you upright into his lap. his arms wrapped tight around your frame, and his lips pressed gentle kisses onto your temple.

“the quick rushes of hormones during sexual activity can leave you feeling particularly vulnerable afterwards. it’s important to have a partner that cares for you during that time,” he murmured.

you smiled and glanced up at him. “that’s not really anatomy.”

“it’s still important,” he said in return before kissing your lips.

you responded on instinct, and it was then that you realized in this position, you could feel a solid bulge pressing against your ass. you pushed your hips back slightly.

“i wanna care for my partner too,” you mumbled, pulling away to see his eyes.

he met your gaze and cupped your cheek, speaking lowly. “well if you’re in the mood for another lesson, i suppose we could go a little deeper.”

[sleepdeprivedf1fan]

A Cheeky Day in Monaco

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It was a sun-drenched afternoon in Monaco, the kind of day that made the Mediterranean Sea sparkle like diamonds. Lando Norris, the charming British F1 driver, had just wrapped up the last race before the summer break and was ready to enjoy some downtime. With his girlfriend, you by his side, the two of you set out to explore the luxurious boutiques and charming streets of the city.

As you strolled through the vibrant streets, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The Grand Prix had just concluded, and the city was still alive with the energy of the race. Lando, clad in a casual t-shirt and jeans, exuded an effortless charisma. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the way he interacted with fans, taking the time to snap selfies and chat with anyone who wanted a moment of his attention.

“Let’s check out that store over there,” you suggested, pointing towards a boutique that displayed an array of beautiful summer dresses in the window. Lando grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Only if you promise to try on something stunning,” he replied, nudging you playfully. You rolled your eyes, knowing full well that he was just trying to charm you into buying something new.

Inside the boutique, you found yourself surrounded by luxurious fabrics and vibrant colors. With Lando’s encouragement, you picked out a few dresses to try on. As you stepped out of the changing room, Lando’s expression transformed into one of awe.

“Wow, you look incredible! Seriously, that one is definitely a keeper,” he said, his eyes lighting up with admiration. You couldn’t help but blush at his compliment, feeling like a million bucks in that dress.

After a few more outfits and a couple of giggles, you made your way to the counter to pay. But just as you reached for your wallet, Lando quickly interjected by swiping his card without a word.

“But Lando, I can pay for my own dress,” you protested, your pride flaring up.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to that playful tone you had come to adore. “You can pay at home,” he said, winking at you. The cheekiness in his voice made you laugh, and you could see a few other shoppers nearby chuckling at the exchange.

Unbeknownst to you both, someone had been filming the interaction on their phone, capturing the moment for all to see. As Lando handed over his card to the cashier, you could hear the muffled laughter in the background. You shot him a playful glare, half-exasperated and half-amused.

“Seriously? You’re going to use that line?” you teased, shaking your head as you tried to suppress your laughter.

“Hey, it’s a valid plan,” he replied with mock seriousness, shrugging as if he was the most logical person in the world. “Besides, I’ve got to keep my girlfriend happy, right?”

You couldn’t argue with that logic, and soon enough, you were both swept up in the excitement of the day. After leaving the boutique, you wandered down the pristine streets, the sun warming your skin as you explored the various shops. It felt like a scene straight out of a movie—a perfect day with the man you adored.

You stopped at a small café for a quick coffee break, the aroma of freshly brewed espresso wafting through the air. Lando settled into the chair across from you, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly cool he looked.

“So, what’s next on the agenda?” he asked, leaning back with a playful grin.

“Maybe some gelato?” you suggested, your eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of the sweet treat.

“Gelato it is!” he agreed, and with that, you both made your way to the little gelato shop that was always buzzing with people.

As you stood in line, Lando leaned closer to you. “You know, I could get used to days like this,” he said, his voice softening. “Just you, me, and a whole lot of sunshine.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. “Me too. This is perfect,” you replied, feeling content in the moment.

When it was your turn to order, you insisted on paying for your gelato, but Lando wasn’t having any of it. “You can pay at home, dubble the better.” he cheekily reiterated, causing the shopkeeper to chuckle at the playful banter.

“Are you always this stubborn?” you asked, mock exasperation in your voice.

“Only when it comes to my girlfriend,” he countered, his eyes dancing with mischief.

After finishing your gelato, you decided to take a leisurely walk along the harbor, admiring the luxury yachts that dotted the coastline. Lando wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you strolled side by side. You stopped to take pictures, capturing the perfect moments of laughter and joy.

At one point, you noticed a few fans approach Lando, excited to get a picture with him. He was more than happy to oblige, flashing his signature smile while you stood back, taking in the sight. You felt a swell of pride watching him interact with his fans, knowing how genuine he was with each one.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the water, you found a quiet spot to sit and just enjoy the view. Lando leaned back on his elbows, looking out at the horizon. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him; the way the sunlight caught his features made him look almost ethereal.

“Thanks for today,” you said softly, feeling grateful for the moments you shared.

He turned to you, his expression earnest. “Thank you for being you. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he replied, his sincerity making your heart skip a beat.

Just then, a notification pinged on your phone. You picked it up, and to your surprise, it was a tweet from a fan who had recorded Lando’s earlier cheeky remark about paying at home. The video had gone viral, and the comments were filled with laughter and playful banter about your relationship.

“Looks like you’re famous now,” you teased, showing him the video.

He chuckled, watching the clip as he shook his head in amusement. “I Already was,” he laughed, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks.

“Honestly, it was hilarious,” you replied, your laughter bubbling up again. “You’re like a meme now!”

“Great, just what I need,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Now everyone will expect me to be this cheeky all the time.”

You leaned in closer, a playful smile gracing your lips. “Well, it is kind of your brand now, isn’t it?”

With the sun setting behind you, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Lando turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, I’ll embrace it. But only if you promise to keep being my beautiful girlfriend.”

You laughed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Deal.”

As the evening progressed, you both continued to enjoy the vibrant, bustling atmosphere of Monaco. With Lando by your side, every moment felt like an adventure. The day had been perfect, filled with laughter, playful banter, and cherished memories.

[scarletttries]

Sanji Fluff Alphabet (One Piece)

Pairing: Sanji (One Piece) x Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 5.6k!

Author's Note: Thanks for all the love on my Sanji Smut alphabet, and for the requests for a Fluff alphabet for our blonde haired lover boy - here you are! I've also got Zoro's fluff alphabet on my list so keep an eye out for more one piece content 💋😘

a -affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

If you went to affectionate island, everyone there would know Sanji. After all his years of pining, he finally has someone he can actually act on those desires with, and he's not going to hold back for one more second than he has to. Affection pours out of Sanji like an unlimited resource, his almost sole focus is making sure you feel as loved as you are.

He'll let his words set the scene, with an array of thoughtful compliments and romantic pet names. His actions take centre stage with the way he prepares all your meals with a little bit more care than anyone else's or he offers you his coat whenever an evening breeze sets in on the deck. And his touch is just the cherry on top of his love, his delicate hands tracing their way over your skin every time you're in reach. He'll hold your hand, or put an arm around your waist, and if you get a precious moment alone you best believe he's going to steal a kiss or twenty.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

There's nothing about you that doesn't send Sanji mad with adoration. Your body, your face, your voice, your mind, your heart. Whenever Sanji starts thinking through all the things he loves about you, the list gets almost dizzying. He's rarely not staring your way and wishing you two had nothing else to do except gaze into each other's eyes, his worship of you never ceasing.

There are a lot of beautiful things to appreciate about Sanji, from his sense of style to his old-fashioned chivalry. Some of your favourite things to flatter him about are his superb culinary skills, which he takes such pride in showing off for you, and his soft blonde hair with how he melts into your arms every time you reach up to brush a stray hair out of his face to better appreciate his lovestruck expression.

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

There's almost nothing Sanji loves more than cuddling with you. When he finally feels able to put his hands on you, he's constantly pulling you close for a hug, the tangible clutch of your form to his chest is one of the few things that lets him accept that you're real. Sometimes he worries if he ever lets you out of his grasp for too long, you'll never return to it, so he makes a point to wrap his arms around you as often as your lives allow, taking the opportunity to snake a hand around your waist whenever you walk or sit beside him.

At bedtime he's even more clingy, long legs wrapping around your waist from behind and his arms encompass you. Often Sanji will have bad dreams of feeling the currents drag him down into the depth of the ocean, but somehow keeping hold of you seems to keep him afloat, your warmth and acceptance providing safe harbour even when you're fast asleep.

d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

Sanji has been dreaming of having that special someone in his life for a long time, so his head is already full of planned out dates he can't wait to whisk you away to. He likes to plan ahead, and of course pack a picnic for the two of you as feeding you well is probably the most important part to him.

It'll will depend on the island you're on and its scenery, but Sanji likes to go for long scenic walks with your fingers interlaced through his, or through bustling marketplaces to find some little memento with which to decorate your shared cabin, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he weaves through the crowd. And he'll always find some secluded, romantic spot to lay out a blanket for the two of you, holding a chocolate covered strawberry out towards you and almost passing out with excitement when your lips brush over his fingertips as you take a bite.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oh it would break Sanji's heart to have to break up with someone, but deep down he would know when someone wasn't quite right for him and his life on the high seas. He'd be kind but direct, making sure to emphasise how wonderful that person is outside of their relationship. Luckily he'd never do that to you, knowing immediately that you are his happy ending!

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

Oh my gosh, once Sanji really starts to believe that you actually truly love him, you can bet he's dreaming of your wedding every night. He knows you're his person, he knows he never needs or wants to be with anyone else, he's ready to commit his whole self to you from the moment you agree to be his. If you don't want to get married, he would accept that, but if you're willing to exchange those rings it would mean the absolute world to him. He's spent a long time believing he wasn't worthy of this kind of love, so standing up amongst your friends, the crew, and letting your captain declare your love and devotion for everyone across all the oceans to hear, well that's the kind of thing that keeps Sanji smiling in even his darkest moments. He'll become obsessed with playing with his ring when he finally gets it, and when he's in the kitchen he keeps it on a chain close to his heart so he can never lose it, or you.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Everything about Sanji is gentle - his hands are soft and delicate from always avoiding using them to fight and his words are sweet and adoring whether he's complimenting you or just calling your name because dinner is ready. Emotionally he's even softer still, his sole thought in each passing second of how he can best take care of you. He wants to be a good partner more than anything, and for you to feel as happy and safe in his company as he has grown to feel in yours. He'll never raise his voice around you, or touch you with anything but precision and grace. You are Sanji's greatest treasure, and he will always treat you accordingly. And when you are equally as kind and as gentle to him? The man's in heaven. He adores every soft caress of his cheek, or light brush of your fingers through his hair. He eats up every sweet word you cast his way, and practically glows with every ounce of praise you give him. And more than anything he deeply, unmistakably LOVES the way you protect his heart, and shower him with nothing but kindness. He's never known anything quite like it, and he knows he'll never meet anyone like you again.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do if? what are their hugs like?)

Sanji loves hugs! There's isn't a morning he doesn't cling to you for as long as possible before he has to drag himself to the kitchen, and when you finally arise and join him, his arms will cling to you once again, delaying everyone's breakfast for just a few precious minutes of your embrace. Sanji doesn't care if there's people around, he'll always find the spot next to you and loop his arms around you, clinging to you from behind or spinning you around so he can pull you snugly against his chest like you've been apart for months and not mere moments. His hugs are careful and warm, gentle despite his desperation to feel you close, and he always smells like a delicious mix of freshly baked bread with a slight edge of tobacco. His favourite hugs are the ones you pull him into right before bed, as you curl up together and share your every thought from the day. You face each other so close you really only need one pillow, arms encompassing each other so that as you drift off to sleep, you can never drift apart.

i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)

When Sanji gets hurt he's very chivalrous about it, claiming it barely bothered him and that the scoundrel that laid a hand on him is in much worse condition. Get him alone and offer to kiss him better, and suddenly he's in far more pain than he realised, and he simply must let you fuss over him for the rest of the day, new scuffs and bruises appearing in his mind that he'll ask for your magic kiss against with big pleading eyes.

When you get hurt Sanji's an absolute drama queen. He's running around frantically looking for revenge, even if you've just got a cold. He's making gallons of soup that the rest of the crew isn't allowed to touch, because it's special and made only for you. He's threatening Luffy and Usopp with physical harm if they so much as make a noise while you're trying to rest. He's a menace to everyone, but it comes from a place of worry and caring, and luckily you can distract him pretty easily if you say you're cold and need him to lie next to you for warmth.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Sanji wouldn't ever admit it to himself, but there's a deep well of insecurity that runs through him which tends to boil over whenever someone else is clearly taken with you. He tries not to be too obvious as he stares forlornly across the room, knowing deep down that you were always too good for him, and it makes sense that you would one day realise that when a better man came your way. That being said, he's not just going to lie down and let any rapscallion of the sea steal you away, so he'll force himself to strut over to you, and launch into an aggressive interrogation of the man standing in front of you. What does he have to offer? What makes him think he's good enough to ask for your company?

When this happens, it's best just to take Sanji's hand in yours and introduce him as your boyfriend, every ounce of anger melting away as he hears the loving term dripping from your lips. Suddenly he forgets why he even came barging over, and all he can think to do is tell you how beautiful you are, and ask if he can do anything for you.

k- kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)

Oh Sanji. He's spent so long dreaming of the feeling of your lips pressed against his, that the first time it happens he genuinely thinks he might just pass away there and then. It's everything he's dreamed of and more; the sweet taste of you flooding his senses, the soft curve of your lips against his, the quiet hum his touch elicits from you. It's almost too much pleasure for the poor sensitive chef to take. But that's not going to stop him chasing that high every chance he gets.

He loves nothing more than having you perched on the kitchen counter next to him as he works, the chef taking every opportunity to dash between your knees and steal a kiss that turns into another and another, until your hands are in his hair and he's lost all track of time as he hungrily brushes his tongue against yours again. It doesn't matter if Luffy is stood behind him begging to be fed, the chef only has eyes for you.

In a moment of privacy you can render the chef completely powerless with a few well placed kisses. Start with his forehead, the feeling of love that spreads over him turning his world upside. Then move down to his lips, his favourite place to feel you, the most wonderful taste that the all blue has ever known. Brush his hair back and kiss along his jaw, trailing glistening wet marks down his neck and all the chef can do is sigh out sweet praise, his words mixed in with gentle whimpers as you reach lower down his chest. And if your lips stray low enough to dip below his waistline, then he ceases to be able to speak at all, save for the sighing of your name like a prayer.

l - love language (what is their love language?)

Sanji loves to show his love through acts of service, the most obvious one being his cooking. He loves to not only make sure you are well fed and kept as healthy as possible at sea, but that everything you eat is delicious and perfect for you, knowing that this is something he can be confident that he's doing something right for you.

In terms of receiving love there's almost nothing you could do that wouldn't mean the world to Sanji. Echo some kind words his way each day, and he will take them directly to heart. Decorate his face with soft kisses just before he falls asleep and you know he'll have the sweetest dreams of you. But the biggest one is just spending time with him - choose to stick by his side, and make an effort to be where he is, and you'll have Sanji feeling a thousand feet tall, years of being cast aside slowly giving way to the feeling that he does in fact deserve to be loved, especially if it's by you.

m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Sanji often has to get up first amongst the crew, so you'll miss his morning routine of whispering sweet good mornings and running through his favourite things about you. He's careful not to wake you as he sets a gentle kiss on any exposed bit of skin, before finally dragging himself away from you, motivated solely by the knowledge he'll get to see you eat whatever he's about to make. On the mornings when he doesn't need to get up so soon, he'll cherish every moment of being tangled up with you, watching carefully for the moment your eyes blink open for the first time and feeling endless warmth at the way you smile when he's the first thing you see. He'll pounce on you in a second, kisses and compliments spilling from his lips as he climbs on top of you to keep you from trying to get out of bed before he's taken his time to appreciate you.

n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Nights are the best time to get Sanji to yourself, and he likes to make the most of every second. From the moment the rest of the crew are sat down for dinner, he'll slink into the seat beside you, pressed so close that his thigh rubs against yours and you can rest your head on his shoulder. If the rest of the crew are out of the kitchen he'll even pull you onto his lap while you both enjoy his cooking, catching up on anything you've missed while you've been apart. When you're both finished, he'll take your hand in his and lead you for a stroll around the ship until finally the two of you find yourself back in your cabin. It doesn't take long for Sanji to descend into needy clutching at you as you find yourself in his lap again, the night passing in perfect company as the two of you find yourselves becoming somehow even closer.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Sanji would claim to be an open book with you, but he's very hesitant to share any of the parts of himself he considers negative or difficult. He thinks it's too much to burden you with the dark parts of his past, like you are his clean slate and a fresh start for the chef, one that he doesn't want to marr with any unpleasantness. It's only when he starts to share tiny details of his unpleasant childhood, or hears from you on your saddest days, that he realises that being loved requires giving all of yourself away. And so gradually he will reveal each little detail of his life, watching as what he once considered a blank slate gradually transforms into a vibrant vision of a future you two can share, only made possible by letting down his walls and opening himself up to you.

p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

Sanji has all the patience in the world when it comes to you. He'll watch you try on a million different outfits, will wait as long as you need to decide what he should cook for you today and will happily keep something warm for you if you're running late. He can get a little impatient with the rest of the crew, but he only gets impatient with you when it's someone else holding you up. Like if you're helping Zoro train and Sanji has spent all morning missing you, he'll get a little bit grumpy at the situation, but only because he can't stand the thought of someone else dragging you away from him.

q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)

Sanji will be happy to spend time with you wherever suits the both of you. The quality time of being wrapped up in bed together in the quiet of the night. Or on a gentle stroll around some new island you've docked on for the day. Or passing the time together on the deck of your ship, just basking in the sun with your bodies draped over a single shared deck chair. And of course, when you keep him company as he passes an afternoon in the kitchen he absolutely cherishes every second, his heart set alight everytime you taste something he's prepared and hum happily in approval. If there's something you love doing as much as he loves cooking, then Sanji will be incredibly invested and want to spend as much time with you, learning about your interest, as is humanly possible.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

There's not a moment you've spent in Sanji's company that he doesn't cherish, but nothing will ever beat the day you first let him know how you felt.

It had come after months of his endless flirting and praise, the fact that he worshipped the ground you walked on was clear to everyone on crew, yourself included. But it was hard to tell how much of his posturing was just his romantic heart, and how much was genuine feeling for you, so you let your own unspoken feelings simmer in the tension between you both, waiting for him to finally address it. Unfortunately, not everyone in your crew was willing to let this sycophantic show of affections play out indefinitely.

It was dinner with the straw hats as normal when it all came to a head. Sanji settled into the seat beside you to eat, watching your every move as you praised the meal he prepared, and giggling euphorically that you were enjoying it.

"Hey chef, why don't you just ask them out and save the rest of us having to watch this sickly crap?" Zoro grunted out through mouthfuls of food, barely glancing up at the two of you as he spoke. You let a small laugh at the snide comment, turning to Sanji, expecting to see him blush and squirm and laugh it off. Instead the colour slowly drained from his face, his mouth hanging open as his eyes started to glisten. He choked on a word or two before finally he spluttered out an 'excuse me' and dashed out onto the deck without a second glance.

You shot Zoro a dirty look as you rose to your feet, worried about Sanji's reaction and wondering why such an obvious question would make him this upset. Stepping out onto the deck you could smell the familiar scent of smoke as the night air washed over you. The faint glow of his cigarette led you to Sanji, who had hidden himself around the back of a cabin. His knees were tucked up against his chest with arms wrapped around then, holding himself tightly as he shuddered out quiet sobs. He only glanced up at you for a second as you approached, his eyes glistening from under golden locks of hair, which you took as permission to settle right beside him. You let one leg rest against his as you slowly ran your hand over the length of his arm, until you reached his wrist and instinctively he offered his hand for you to hold. Letting your fingers lace through his you sighed out softly,

"Help me understand why you're so upset." You let him ponder the words until he was ready, slowly lifting his head to look up at the sky and running his fingers through his hair as he exhaled a small cloud of smoke.

"I know this isn't going to happen. I'm not delusional. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less when mosshead taunts me about it. About you." He couldn't quite bring himself to look at you as he spoke, so sure it would only make his situation more pathetic if you could see his wide eyed gaze begging you for words he knew would never come.

"Sanji..." You could feel your brow furrow as you squeezed his hand, willing him to look you in the eye and make you understand, when nothing he said made sense. Finally he relented and looked at you, the tip of your nose practically touching his as he searched your expression for the contempt he was so certain he'd find. Instead all he found was worry, your care for him so obvious in your every action that it only made being this close to you every more painful. He took another deep inhale of his cigarette as he willed himself to finally ask the question that could put him out of his hope-filled misery.

"Be honest. Would you ever actually consider being with me?"

"Consider it?!" The words came out of you with such force that Sanji could feel his stomach drop, the confirmation of his worst fears finally spelled out - it was ridiculous to think you'd ever feel the same way about him, and now he had ruined whatever bond you did have with his silly fantasy. He wanted to sink into the darkness of the waters around him and never raise his head again, rather than know the pain ripping his heart in two for a moment longer.

"Consider it? Sanji, I'd cherish it!" He's not sure he had ever moved so quickly, his whole body turning to face you until he was practically on top of you, eyes wide and searching for the same understanding you had followed him onto the deck in search of. "It'd be an honour to be with you. I think you're wonderful." It was hard to get the words out with a straightface with the teary eyed man staring at you with nothing short of awe, his whole body vibrating as if the information was simply too much to process. You decided you might as well go one step further while you had a rare moment of privacy, letting one hand rest against his cheek as you leant forward and set a single soft kiss against his flabbergasted lips. The rest of his face stayed completely in shock as he lips moved to meet yours, the slight second of contact enough to finish him off entirely, the chef collapsing to the floor, one hand clutching his heart as the other clung desperately to you.

"Please don't leave me my love." He choked out through tears, feeling you lay on the deck beside him, hand still clasped in his. Sanji only had room in his head for two thoughts that night: 1. You wanted to be with him. And perhaps even more shockingly 2. He believed you.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

You are Sanji's greatest treasure and by the far the best thing that has ever happened to him. So no matter how competent you are in battle, or out on the high seas, he is going to be extremely protective of you. In fights he'll always try and rush ahead and kick anyone who dares come near you so hard they regret even considering it. On the ship he'll make sure you aren't working too hard, and try to give you a hand with your duties. And when you venture into new island territories he'll make sure he's wearing a jacket you can borrow if the weather turns, and that he's carrying a lunch to keep the two of you well fed as you adventure together.

When it comes to protecting Sanji, you don't need to worry about him in battles or out in the wilds. The best protection you can offer him is looking after his heart, and offering him kindness and reassurance whenever you could see him start to get a little bit down on himself. That and making sure he's taking the time to rest when he needs to. He'll give his everything to being the ship's chef, but that means every so often you need to ask him really nicely to just stay in bed with you in the morning, rather than cooking breakfast, so that he gets the rest he needs. Luckily he can never say no to you.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Sanji wants you to feel like a princess and his number one priority at all times. In the everyday tasks he'll give being your partner everything he has, never letting you wonder how he feels about you, or letting you doubt his devotion for a moment. In terms of anniversaries, Sanji will find celebrating the time you've been in his life very meaningful, and will probably do what he does best and prepare a special meal for the occasion. And most of his gifts will also be the edible kind, preparing your favourite drinks and desserts, before reciting the thousands of things he loves about you as he slowly feeds you a forkful at a time, wondering how he ever got this lucky.

u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)

When you're upset it truly breaks Sanji's heart. You are the most wonderful and perfect person in all of the oceans, and it's completely unfair that you should ever feel anything other than joy. He'll do his best to just be there for you, reassuring you and being a listening ear if something specific is on your mind, and if not just ensuring you're warm enough and well fed, knowing that in time the sun will shine on you again.

When Sanji's upset he tries to hide it from you. He doesn't want to bother you with his feelings, unless they're about you, so he'll brush it off if you ask him what's wrong. Instead you'll just have to stick close to his side, spending time with him even when he insists he's not going to be the best company, and slowly but surely showing him that you're there for him through the good times and the bad. When he's ready, he'll collapse into your arms for a hug and thank you for sticking around for him.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Sanji likes to dress sharply and keep his hair neatly trimmed since he spends so much time in the kitchen. It doesn't hurt when you call him handsome and stroke your fingers through his hair, or pull him in for a kiss by the end of his tie. As long as you're proud to be on his arm, then Sanji's pretty happy with how he's looking.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

Sanji has spent so long dreaming of the day that he can call you his, that once you two are together he will basically never use your name again. He'll take every opportunity to call you 'his love', 'his angel', gorgeous, beautiful, sweetheart, any other sweet name he can think of. He'll nickname you after his favourite desserts, a beautiful sunset, or a pretty flower you see on an island. He's just so smitten and happy to be your partner that he doesn't want to waste a single moment to shower you with affection and let the world know you two are together.

This does mean that he'll expect the same in return though, and if in an absentminded moment you call out his real name, he'll immediately get worried that he's done something wrong. That you're not his anymore. That you no longer hold him in the same affectionate love that he holds you in. You'll immediately know you've messed up by the despondent look in his eye, and you'll have to spend the next hour peppering his face with kisses and calling him every sickly name under the sun until he is once again reassured that his adoration isn't entirely one-sided.

x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

Sanji can be quite hard to read when it comes to negative emotions. When he's happy and in love, he's an open book, easily reeling off everything he is so grateful for and finds so special about you. But when he's feeling rundown, or he's had a bad day, I'm afraid you're going to need to nudge him a little bit. You'll see the sparkle missing from his eyes when he's cooking, and his pet names will be diluted down to a basic greeting, nothing like the monologues you're used to. Take matters into your own hands, dragging him down onto a sofa, placing his head in your lap and running your fingers through his blonde hair until finally he relents that maybe he needs to be taken care of a little bit, and he's very grateful that he has you watching out for him.

When you're having a tough time, Sanji is very in tune with you. A comforting tea will be brewed ready before you've even let out an exhausted sigh, or his hand will be hovering, ready for the taking as you realise that's exactly what you need. Sanji can pick up on almost everything, except the boy will be completely oblivious of your feelings for him whenever you first start trying to let him know. He's so in awe of you, and you're just so kind, he can't help but write off your little flirty advances and heartfelt compliments as just another echo of your kind heart. You will definitely have to be the one that made a first move.

y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)

Sanji doesn't necessarily hate anything that you do, but when he hears you talk badly about yourself, it does hurt his precious heart a little bit. How do you not see your own perfection? Has he not been obvious enough in his complete worship of you? If you cannot see the brilliance in someone as wondrous as yourself, you must think of him as the lowest of the low, a completely unworthy scoundrel? He'll do his best to put a stop to your negative self-talk, always seeking to replace that voice with something positive.

He also doesn't *love* when you throw yourself into danger, even though it's usually to protect your friends, or some poor innocent soul who is completely deserving of the action. Sanji is fiercely protective of you, and it's hard for him to accept that your lives mean sometimes you will end up in danger, but he'd just really rather you use him as a human shield a little more often.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sanji usually has to get up early to prepare breakfast for the crew, creeping out of bed like a stealthy cat burglar to avoid interrupting your 'beauty sleep' which he claims is working miracles. Because of these early starts, when you and Sanji curl up in bed together of a night he'll always make a big event of giving you a 'good night' kiss and cuddle, and then immediately launch into giving you a special 'good morning' kiss since he doesn't always get the chance to be there beside you as you wake up. It's his way of letting you know that even in his earliest waking moments, he is consumed with adoration for you, prying himself away from your sleeping form, the height of perfection, but only to complete his solemn duty to cook for you, combining his two truest loves.

[d-targaryenshoe]

A Petal For Love - Anthony Bridgerton

Word Count: 1600

Summary: When one has their passions, would they just let them go to waste for love?

Anthony Bridgerton stood in the doorway of your quaint flower shop, his tall figure casting a long shadow across the vibrant array of blooms.

The scent of roses, lilies, and orchids filled the air, creating a fragrant symphony that clashed with the tension in his chest.

He watched as you moved gracefully among the flowers, your hands deftly arranging a bouquet, your hair cascading over your shoulders like a waterfall of silk.

“Anthony,” you said, your voice warm and musical as you glanced up and saw him standing there. “What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you until later.”

Anthony stepped forward, his polished boots clicking on the wooden floor. “I needed to see you,” he said, his voice lower than usual. “We need to talk, y/n.”

Your smile faltered, and you set down the bouquet you were working on. “Talk? That sounds serious. Is something wrong?”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation he had been dreading. “Y/n, there’s something we need to discuss about the shop.”

Your eyes widened, and you crossed your arms over your chest, a defensive gesture he had come to recognize. “What about the shop?”

Anthony hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “I’ve been thinking about our future, about what it means for us to be married. And I’ve realized that things will need to change.”

Your brow furrowed. “Change? What are you talking about?”

Anthony sighed, stepping closer and taking your hands in his. “I want you to close the shop, y/n. Like Mondrich had to do.”

Your reaction was immediate.

You pulled your hands away, a look of shock and disbelief on your face. “Close the shop? Anthony, you can’t be serious. This shop is my life. It’s everything to me.”

“I understand that,” he said, trying to remain calm. “But our lives are different now. We have responsibilities, and appearances to maintain. It’s not proper for the wife of Viscount Bridgerton to be running a flower shop.”

Your eyes flashed with anger. “Proper? Anthony, this shop is not just a hobby for me. It’s my passion, my livelihood. I’ve worked hard to build this business from the ground up. I can’t just abandon it because of some outdated notion of propriety.”

Anthony’s jaw tightened. He had known this would be difficult, but he hadn’t anticipated just how deeply you would be hurt by his request.

“I’m not saying you should abandon your passion. But there are other ways you can pursue it. We can have a garden at our home, or you can arrange flowers for society events.”

“It’s not the same,” you said, your voice trembling. “This shop is more than just flowers. It’s my independence, my sense of purpose. You can’t ask me to give that up.”

“I’m not asking,” Anthony said, his tone firmer now. “I’m telling you that this is how it has to be. We have to think about our future, our family.”

You took a step back, your eyes filling with tears. “I thought you loved me for who I am, not for who you want me to be.”

“I do love you,” Anthony said, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. “I love you more than anything. But sometimes love means making sacrifices for the greater good.”

“For the greater good?” you repeated, your voice incredulous. “Or for your good? Because it sounds to me like you’re asking me to sacrifice everything I care about for your image, for your status.”

“That’s not fair,” Anthony said, his frustration mounting. “You know how much I’ve sacrificed for this family, how much pressure I’m under. I need you to understand that this is what’s best for both of us.”

You shook your head, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “I can’t do it, Anthony. I can’t give up the shop. It’s a part of me, just like you are. And if you truly love me, you’ll accept that.”

Anthony felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He had always prided himself on his ability to solve problems, to take control of any situation.

But this was different. This was you, the woman he loved, and he couldn’t bear to see you so unhappy.

“Y/n,” he said softly, reaching out to you again. “Please, just think about it. We can find a way to make this work, together.”

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of love and determination. “I have thought about it, Anthony. And my answer is no. I won’t close the shop. I can’t.”

Anthony stared at you, realizing that he had underestimated your strength, your resolve. He had expected you to acquiesce, to trust his judgment.

But you were not a woman who could be easily swayed.

“Alright,” he said finally, his voice heavy with resignation. “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. I just hope you know what this means for us.”

Your expression softened, and you took his hand in yours. "It means that we'll have to find a way to make this work, Anthony. Just like we always do. Because I love you, and I believe in us."

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close as the scent of flowers enveloped you. "I love you too. More than you'll ever know. And I'll do my best to support you, no matter what."

You stood there in the middle of the shop, surrounded by the vibrant blooms that you had so carefully nurtured.

It was a place of beauty and life, just like you. And in that moment, Anthony realized that he couldn't take that away from you, no matter how much he wanted to protect you.

Days turned into weeks, and Anthony found himself grappling with the complexities of his new life as a husband.

He adored you, but the expectations of his family and society weighed heavily on him.

Every time he attended a social function or met with his peers, he felt the unspoken judgment, the questioning glances.

Why was his wife still running a flower shop? Why hadn't he put an end to it?

One evening, as you sat together in the drawing room of Bridgerton House, Anthony broached the subject again, though with more caution this time.

"Y/n, have you considered what we talked about?" he asked, his tone gentle.

You looked up from the book you were reading, your eyes steady. "Anthony, I told you my answer. The shop is important to me. It's not something I can just walk away from."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but the pressure is increasing. My family, our friends... they all expect us to conform to certain standards."

"Standards that hide who we are?" you countered. "Anthony, I understand the pressures you face, but I also need you to understand mine. This shop gives me a sense of fulfillment, of independence."

Anthony nodded slowly, struggling to find the right words. "I don't want to lose you. But I also don't want to see you hurt by the harsh judgments of society."

You reached across the table and took his hand. "Then let them judge. We can't live our lives according to other people's expectations. We have to find our path."

The following morning, Anthony decided to take a different approach.

He visited the flower shop, determined to understand your world better.

As he entered, he was greeted by the familiar scent of flowers and the sight of you bustling about, your face glowing with happiness as you tended to your creations.

"Anthony," you said, smiling warmly. "What brings you here so early?"

"I wanted to see what you do here, to understand why it's so important to you," he replied, his tone sincere.

Your eyes softened. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

You spent the next few hours showing him the various aspects of the business.

You arranged bouquets together, assisted customers, and even dealt with suppliers.

Anthony watched as you interacted with everyone with kindness and professionalism, your passion evident in every task you performed.

As the day drew to a close, Anthony felt a newfound appreciation for your work. He saw how much joy it brought you and how much it meant to the community.

The flower shop was not just a business; it was a haven of beauty and warmth, a place where people came to find solace and happiness.

Later that evening, as you sat together in your cozy sitting room, Anthony broached the subject once more, but this time with a different perspective.

"I-," he began, "I spent the day at the shop, and I saw how much it means to you and to everyone who visits. I understand now why you can't give it up."

You looked at him, your eyes shining with gratitude. "That means the world to me."

"But," he continued, "we still need to find a balance. We can't ignore the pressures we face as a couple in society. There must be a way to reconcile our responsibilities with your passion."

You nodded thoughtfully. "I agree. Perhaps we can find a way to manage both. I could reduce my hours at the shop, delegate more duties to my workers, and be more present at social functions."

Anthony smiled, relief flooding through him. "I think that could work. We need to support each other, to stand together in the face of whatever challenges come our way."

You leaned in, kissing him softly. "Thank you for understanding. I love you."

"I love you too. More than anything."

[hambiichu]

Mingled relationship

Sumarry: You and Levi ended your relationship back in high school, and a few years later, on a fateful Christmas, Levi decided to reach out to you

Ao3

Divider by @/notaorbital

Tags: Comfort, Female! Reader, Levi in despair, comeback, exes, past relationship, mingled, regret, modern au, Kuchel

Today is Christmas, and a gentle blanket of snow covers the ground outside, transforming the world into a winter wonderland. The warm glow of decorations spills from every window, casting a cheerful ambiance that fills the air with the holiday spirit. The table is elegantly set, adorned with a feast of delicious foods—roasted meats, savory sides, and an array of desserts waiting to be savored. Spoons and forks gleam under the soft lights, while festive plates hold an assortment of culinary delights.

People have gathered around the table, their laughter mingling with the joyful sounds of Christmas carols wafting in from outside. As children sing and shake their bells, the scene is alive with happiness, reminding everyone of the warmth and love the holiday brings. Families unite, sharing stories and jokes, while the crackle of the fireplace adds to the cozy atmosphere of joy reminiscent of the season.

Yet, not everyone shares in the merriment surrounding them. Levi sits apart from the vibrant gathering, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen of his phone, absorbed in a digital reverie filled with old messages and photos.

Each scroll reveals memories that tug at his heart, stirring up a bittersweet mixture of nostalgia and yearning. He finds himself contemplating whether to reach out to you, the thought lingering like an uninvited guest. Years have passed since you last saw each other, yet the echoes of your high school romance continue to resonate within him, haunting his thoughts, especially at this time of year.

Kuchel, his mother, has never truly understood the reasons behind your breakup. To her, you were more than just a girlfriend; you were like a daughter-in-law, someone she envisioned as a perfect match for her son. She often reminisces about the days when Levi first introduced you to the family, her eyes sparkling with pride as she recounts how happy he seemed in your presence.

Those cherished moments now feel like fragmented whispers of a long-forgotten dream. Pensive, Levi gazes out of the window, lost in thought, and wonders if reaching out might reignite the flame of what was once a beautiful connection or if the chasm of time and hurt between you has grown too wide to bridge.

Deep down, Levi knows he can’t absolve himself of the blame for the relationship’s collapse. He reflects on how foolish and immature he was, a first-time lover grappling with overwhelming emotions.

In his naivety, he neglected you, failed to support you when you needed it, and, at times, acted with an unkindness that still stings with regret. The shame washes over him as he grimaces at his past self, recognizing how his actions contributed to the heartache that severed your bond.

He hated himself.

He blamed himself everyday and every year.

You have every right to feel a profound anger toward him — to cut ties and seek out someone new, all while he remains here, adrift and still unmarried, without a family to call his own. In the quiet moments of his day, when the world falls silent, he is haunted by memories of you. The weight of his past mistakes presses heavily on his heart, creating an unending cycle of shame that he cannot seem to escape. It’s as if he is a prisoner in his own mind, yearning for a chance to make amends, yet paralyzed by the fear that the opportunity has slipped through his fingers forever.

Kuchel speaks of you often, mentioning your name with a fondness that pulls at Levi’s heart, tinged with bittersweet nostalgia. Each time your name escapes his mother's lips, it strikes a painful chord within him, a constant reminder of his failures and the secret he keeps buried deep. He finds himself weaving a web of excuses, telling his mother that you are simply too busy or that you’ve chosen not to contact him, all the while knowing that she can see through the mask he has crafted. The guilt festers inside him, gnawing at his conscience and causing him to feel like a disappointment in her eyes.

As the seasons change, ushering in a flurry of memories and emotions he has tried to suppress, Levi resolves that this time he will not hide behind excuses or lies. With newfound courage coursing through him, he retrieves your contact information from his phone and hesitates for a moment, unsure why he kept it all this time. A part of him had always held onto the hope that he would reach out eventually, and today, that hope is blossoming into action.

He presses the phone to his ear, his heart pounding as a knot of anxiety forms in his stomach. He glances down at his trembling hands and takes a deep breath to steady himself. In his other hand, he pulls out a small, delicate silver ring he has kept all these years—a promise ring, once a symbol of the vow he made to you that no matter what life threw at him, you would one day become his spouse. Now, that ring feels more like a relic of a shattered past, buried beneath layers of regret and longing.

Levi twirls the ring between his fingers, the cool metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his memories. He thinks about how time has changed everything, yet the feelings that stirred within him back then remain as potent as ever.

Suddenly, his heart leaps when he hears your voice on the other end, and time seems to freeze. There’s no hesitation as you answer, "Levi?" The sound of your breath, a bit shaky and uncertain, sends a rush of emotions surging through him. "You called."

Levi swallows hard, his heart racing as he instinctively pockets the ring. He wipes his clammy palms on his shirt, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, I… I know it’s unexpected, but I've been wanting to reach out." He responds, his voice more confident than he feels.

Levi realizes just how much he has missed this connection. It’s as if he had forgotten the sound of your laughter, the way your voice could light up a room, and now those memories flood back with an overwhelming rush of nostalgia and sadness.

"I.... I’ve been wanting to reach you too," you admit, and he hears a small sneeze break the delicate tension between you. He can almost picture you shivering, layered in winter clothes, trying to ward off the chill.

Levi's heart begins to race at the realization that you, too, have a desire to reconnect. Yet skepticism tugs at him; he hesitates to let his hopes soar too high.

A smile involuntarily lifts Levi’s lips. "Are you okay? You’re sneezing," he asks, genuine concern creeping into his voice.

"Yeah, I’m just stuck on this bus," you explain, your frustration evident. "I’ve been waiting for over an hour, and nothing’s moving. I’ve used almost all my data to call my mom, but when you called, I had to answer."

"Do you want me to come pick you up?" he offers, warmth threading through his tone.

“Levi, that’s sweet, but I’m fine,” you reply, though there’s a hint of reluctance in your tone that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“No, you’re not," Levi insists, a sigh escaping him. He can feel the urgency in his own voice as he speaks. "You’ve been stuck at the bus stop for over an hour, right? Let me come get you. I’ll grab my keys now."

"Le—"

"Please."

It was a surprise to realize that Levi never hesitated to act when it came to you. In your memories, if something had ever happened to you, he would have charged forward without a moment's doubt—without a hint of hesitation. This was the man you had fallen in love with, a man who captivated you not just with his striking features and intense gaze, but with his genuine care and unwavering commitment. He would have done anything for you. Yet, as your relationship progressed, a painful shift occurred. He began to neglect you, fail to support you in your times of need, and, at times, display a rough, unkindness that pierced your heart.

Witnessing this transformation was undeniably cruel. It hurt to see the man you thought would care for you forever drift away into someone unrecognizable. But you couldn’t blame yourself; you were just high school sweethearts, young and inexperienced in the complexities of love. As hard as it was, a part of you understood that sometimes, parting ways was necessary for growth.

Even after all these years, you still carried a deep love for him; he was your first boyfriend after all. You felt like you understood him better than anyone else ever could, and you had always been there for him. Throughout the years, you hadn’t found anyone else who could take his place in your heart, nor had you considered marriage. Your heart remained firmly attached to Levi Ackerman.

Years passed, and this year, out of the blue, Levi reached out to you. You’d thought about contacting him, but fear held you back—fear that he’d once again be the man who hurt you. Yet, something in you sensed he had changed for the better. When he called, your heart raced. You hesitated initially, but in a moment of courage, you answered, listening to his familiar voice after so long. It resonated with a mix of sadness and nostalgia, bringing back memories you had tucked away.

As you began to explain your current situation, Levi insisted on coming to pick you up. You felt a reluctance but Levi, being his determined self, simply grabbed his keys and told you he would be waiting for you at the bus stop.

The ride to his home was enveloped in an uneasy silence, punctuated by the soft crunch of snow beneath the car tires. The headlights illuminated the dark road ahead, casting fleeting shadows outside. You glanced at Levi from the corner of your eye. He seemed like the same man you once knew, but upon closer inspection, you could see the marks of maturity etched into his features. He had clearly learned from his past mistakes, even though both of you felt the tension of two exes meeting again for the first time after so long.

Wanting to break the silence and ease the awkwardness, you opened your mouth to speak, but the words got lodged in your throat. Instead, the silence wrapped around you both, heavy and suffocating. When you finally reached his home, stepping out into the cold air, a wave of nostalgia washed over you. Memories flooded back of the first time you had visited Levi’s house and met his mother, who had welcomed you into the family with open arms.

As Levi opened the door, his mother, Kuchel, looked up from the living room, her eyes widening in astonishment. Without any hesitation, she rushed toward you and enveloped you in a warm embrace. The comfort of her presence was something you had missed dearly over the years. She gently released you, her expression brimming with love and concern.

“Oh! It’s been too long since I last saw you. You’ve grown so much! I’ve missed you terribly. Levi says you’ve been busy,” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of joy and warmth.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Levi standing beside you. He looked away, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he mumbled, “Mother, please, can she come inside?”

Kuchel’s eyes sparkled with hope. “Will she stay here for a while?” she asked eagerly. You found yourself nodding in agreement. Although you hadn’t envisioned staying, Levi had brought you here, and with Christmas upon you, it felt oddly right to accept this invitation.

"Come, come! We have turkeys and all sorts of delicious foods," Kuchel exclaimed, her warm smile lighting up the room as she gestured towards the table. The table stretched out before you, adorned with an array of plates filled with festive dishes and neatly arranged utensils. It was a bit long, but it felt cozy, especially since it was just you, Levi, and his mother for the moment. Other relatives would be joining soon, but for now, the atmosphere was intimate.

As you settled into your seat, Levi slid into the chair beside you. The two of you began to eat, enjoying the savory flavors of the turkey and all the trimmings, while Kuchel returned to the living room, her focus shifting back to the decorations and gift-wrapping for the upcoming celebrations. It was a relief that she didn’t pry into your life with intrusive questions; after all, she hadn’t seen you for years until this reunion.

“Sorry about that,” Levi suddenly said between bites, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. He was munching on a crispy piece of turkey skin, a hint of guilt in his expression. “I told my mom that you were busy, and... I lied to her. She always mentions you and asks how you’re doing, all that stuff.”

You looked at him, a smile creeping onto your lips despite the slightly awkward situation. It warmed your heart to know that Kuchel still thought of you after all these years. You had assumed she had long forgotten, but hearing it from Levi made you realize he had carried a burden of keeping the truth from her, perhaps feeling guilty himself.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged nonchalantly, trying to ease the tension. “I’ve done the same with my mom whenever she asks about things she shouldn’t.”

A shy smile broke across Levi’s face at your admission, and you both finished your meal with a sense of camaraderie. When you moved to the kitchen to wash the dishes, you removed your gloves and set them on the countertop. Levi stood beside the fridge, leaning against it with wide eyes as he watched you attentively.

“You still wear the ring I gave you?” he asked, surprise evident in his voice.

You paused, your hand hovering over the ring on your finger. A blush crept across your cheeks as you took a deep breath in preparation for his question. “Yeah... I still do. It’s your gift, and I didn't want to just throw it away. I mean, I know we haven’t seen each other in years, and I thought you might have thrown yours away, too.”

He shook his head, pulling his own ring from his pocket to show you. Both rings twinkled in the soft light of the kitchen, a shimmering symbol of the connection you once shared. “I never did. I always kept it,” he replied, his voice trailing off as a shadow of sorrow crossed his face. Regret was etched in his features, a clear indication of the weight he carried from the past.

“I regret what I did to you every single day. I’m so sorry,” Levi continued, his voice thick with emotion. “We were just young and foolish, naive high school sweethearts. I was a complete fool for letting my shit affect you.”

As he clutched the ring in his palm, his hands trembled with anger at himself. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and it was clear that the memories of hurt lingered painfully in his mind. “I never found someone else, nor did I ever get married. I blame myself for what happened between us every day, and I truly hate myself for it.”

His deep sigh seemed to echo through the room as he spoke your name softly, sending warmth through you, breaking down the walls that had built up over the years. “I know we’re just exes, and I have my doubts about whether there's any hope for us, but I can feel that you still resent me.”

Unable to bear the sight of his pained expression, you walked up to him and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks—a surprising gesture that caused his gaze to widen in astonishment. You cupped his face in your hands, and for a fleeting moment, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he let out a shaky sigh. To your surprise, he pressed a soft kiss to your palm, the very spot where your ring once rested.

Oh, how he truly missed you.

The warmth spread through you, and you couldn’t help but blush again as you smiled back at him. “I don’t resent you, Levi. I’ve loved you this entire time. I’ve never married or found anyone else. You were my first boyfriend, and no one else holds my heart like you do.”

As Levi opened his eyes, tears began to flow, and you saw a vulnerability in him that was rarely displayed. The stoic man you had known and admired was laid bare before you, Levi is weak and vulnerable only to you.

Only to you.

Just as you both leaned in closer to share a kiss, the door swung open, and Kuchel walked in unexpectedly. You and Levi sprang apart, faking coughs to mask the palpable tension between you.

“Levi! Your relatives are here!” she called out cheerfully. “Come on, both of you! I want you in the living room right away!”

With a light giggle, she exited, clearly oblivious to the moment that had just transpired. You and Levi exchanged a sigh of relief, your eyes locexistsfor a brief moment filled with unspoken promises. Instared shared glance, the love between you felt rekindled, kindledg at the relationship renewed.

[lev1hei1chou]

Baby's Mealtime

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: How does one make a picky baby eat? Masterlist

The sun lazily cast its golden glow through the curtains of the cozy dining room, where you and your husband Gojo Satoru found yourselves in a culinary predicament: your adorable bundle of joy, your little miracle, the product of your love was adamantly refusing to eat. The table was set with an array of colorful purees and tiny utensils, but your baby, nestled snugly in their high chair, seemed more interested in playing with the food than actually eating it.

"Come on, sweetheart," you cooed, gently nudging a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes toward the baby's lips. "Just one little bite for Mama?"

But the baby simply giggled, sending a smear of orange across their tiny cheeks, clearly enjoying the messy playtime more than the prospect of eating. Gojo chuckled, leaning in to wipe away the stray food with a soft cloth.

"Looks like we've got a little food artist on our hands," he remarked with a grin, his eyes brimming with affection.

You sighed, exchanging a knowing look with Gojo. You definitely were determined parents, and both of you were not about to give up so easily. It was time to get creative.

"Alright, little one," you said, your voice filled with determination. "If you won't eat the sweet potatoes, how about some mashed bananas?"

With a swift flick of the spoon, you swapped the orange puree for a bowl of creamy yellow goodness. The baby eyed the new offering with curiosity, tiny fingers reaching out to explore.

"Go ahead, darling," Gojo encouraged, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of the little one's curiosity. "Give it a try."

With a tentative nibble, the baby tasted the banana puree, their face lighting up with delight at the sweet flavor. Success! You exchanged triumphant glances with your husband, feeling like you had just won a major battle.

But the victory was short-lived as the baby's enthusiasm quickly waned, pushing away the spoon with a pout. It seemed the little gourmet had already grown tired of bananas.

Undeterred, you and Gojo embarked on a culinary adventure, experimenting with different flavors and textures in a quest to find the perfect meal for your precious little picky eater. From mashed avocados to pureed peas, from tiny pasta stars to bite-sized fruit slices, you tried it all, each attempt met with varying degrees of success and failure.

Through it all, Gojo and you remained patient and loving, your hearts overflowing with affection for your little one. You sang silly songs and made funny faces, turning mealtime into a joyous celebration of love and family.

And slowly but surely, your efforts began to pay off. With each passing day, the baby became more adventurous, eagerly tasting new foods and delighting in the flavors on their tiny taste buds. The kitchen echoed with laughter and giggles, a symphony of happiness that filled the air with warmth and love.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of culinary exploration, You and Gojo discovered the secret to your baby's heart: a simple combination of mashed bananas and sweet potatoes, mixed together to create a questionable concoction that had your little one eagerly opening wide for more.

As you watched your baby happily gobble up spoonful after spoonful of the homemade mash, you and Gojo exchanged a proud smile.

[moonselune]

Menzoberranzan Nights (NSFW)

Sub!Gale x Top!F!reader

(reader is from an unnamed noble drow house)

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CW: smut, pwp, overstimulation, praise kink, slight breeding kink, Gale is a sub, this is so smutty y'all | MDNI

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Gale sat on the edge of the bed in your chambers, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. He had been waiting for what felt like an eternity, his mind racing with worries and regrets. You had brought Gale back to your noble house in Menzoberranzan, you had to meet with your matron and the situation was simply unavoidable. So you had prepared Gale, dressing him in robes that would help him fit in and got him an array of books for him to read through, setting him up in your bedchambers. Gale had joked about whether you were going to leave him a bowl of water as well. You kissed him, promising not to be long and told him under no circumstances does he leave this room.

But, of course, Gale thought he knew better. He thought this was a perfect opportunity to observe lolthsworn drow matriarchal life, to see how you grew up. His plan was simple, to be seen and not heard and just keep his head down.

The concubines of the estate had other ideas, however. They had heard that one of their esteemed daughters of the house had brought back a surface pet and how they loathed the competition, especially from a human.

It didn't take long before they found him, his pale pink skin a stark contrast to their dusk and ice tones. They had teased and taunted him, picked at his robes, his hair. Throwing barbed words and snide remarks, assuring him that they would ensure you would never want to look upon him again. Just as a blade was drawn, your sharp voice cut through the air like a whip. The concubines cowered and stammered, trying to play it off that they were helping Gale, who had found himself lost in the estate.

You told Gale to return to your chambers immediately and that you would deal with the concubines first before dealing with him.

This is how Gale found himself, sat on the edge of your bed, heart beating like a caged bird. He had only seen that look on your face a few times. Mostly on the battlefield and once after the two of you had a heated argument that had melted into an encounter that left Gale unable to walk the next morning.

As the door creaked open, Gale's breath caught in his throat, and he rose to his feet, ready to beg for forgiveness.

You entered the room, your presence commanding and formidable. Gale's words stumbled over each other as he tried to apologize, but before he could utter a single syllable, you closed the distance between the two of you in swift strides.

With a rough and possessive grip, you grabbed Gale by the collar, silencing his apologies with a fierce kiss. The force of your lips against his sent a jolt of electricity through his body, overwhelming his senses with the intensity of your desire.

Gale stumbled backward, his back hitting the edge of the bed as you pushed him onto the soft mattress with urgency. His heart raced with a mix of fear and exhilaration as he surrendered to your dominant embrace, his mind reeling with the intoxicating sensation of htouch. Biting his lower lip as you pulled away, you sat up and straddled him at his hips.

`'What did I tell you not to do?"

"Leave your chambers without you."

"And what did you do?"

"Leave your chambers without you."

"The concubines are petty, jealous things. They'll do anything to get ahead of each other. Seeing a beautiful human like you be my dowager is like a knife twisted in their prideful hearts. You are lucky that I appeared when I did." You lectured him, looking down at him with half lidded eyes.

"I assure you I would have been able to handle-mph!" Gale's words were cut short by your fingers pushing into his mouth, pushing his tongue down.

"Your hubris, my love, has no place here. Not while you're in Menzoberranzen, not while you're in my chambers, not while you're mine." You told him, you removed your fingers from his mouth and admired the saliva before bringing it to your own lips. Gale lay back in shocked admiration, his hands snaking onto your hips as a familiar coil begins to build within him. However, he is promptly stopped when you grab his wrists and pins them to the side of his head. "Tut tut, and here I thought you were a quick learner."

"S-seems I'm in need of a good teacher." Gale breathed out, shuddering under the passionate ferocity of your red eyes. He kept his hands pressed against the bed even as you released them. The corner of your mouth quirked up in approval and you rolled your hips forward causing friction between their cores.

"I cannot offer you good - but ruthless, exhaustive and pleasurably yearnful - that I can offer." You dragged your finger nails down Gale's chest, pulling his tailored robe apart with ease, exposing his bare skin to you. You looked upon him like a predator who had finally caught their prey, ready to devour their well-earned feast.

Gale swallowed with a nervous excitement as he felt your nails drag across his skin. He could no longer ignore the pleasure that stirred within him but dutifully he kept his hands pinned to the bed.

"Perhaps I am too harsh on you, how can I expect you to act like a concubine of House Baenre when I haven't been treating you as such?" You scraped your nails lightly, creating patterns with the inflamed skin. "You know there is a reason why the concubines clamour for my attention, bend to my every whim so eagerly, and detest you so vehemently."

You leant down and peppered the red scratch marks with kisses before licking a long stripe up Gale's sternum causing him to gasp and as he did, you hummed in satisfaction.

"Whereas the other matrons of my noble house use the concubines for their mere pleasurable whims, seeking only their satisfaction." You swiped your fingers across Gale's exposed nipple, smiling as his breath hitched. You began to rock your hips backwards and forward grinding on his hardening bulge. "I much prefer using them entirely until they are begging me to just devour them. Is that what you want my love?"

"By the Gods yes," Gale rushed and his hands twitched above him, desperate to grab you but he sensed better. You laughed, not cruelly or mockingly but darkly, like prey that had stumbled dutifully into your trap. To his relief you grabbed Gale's hands and placed them roughly on your hips, incentivising him to squeeze as roughly as he wanted to. It was clear that that would be his only form of control.

You leaned down and kissed Gale's neck softly before biting viciously, being sure that it would leave a mark. You continued this down his body, continuing your hip movements and causing filthy whimpers from Gale. Once you were happy that he was properly marked, you relented looking at your handiwork with pride.

"Undress me." The command was quick and blunt and Gale wasted no time in obeying, as soon as the words had left your mouth he had your clothes off, his hands piously finding their way back to your hips. Your breasts fell perkily into his eyeline, teasing him. He began to feel left out that his clothes were still on, but you picked up on it immediately and pouted mockingly at him. "My poor love, what a shame for you that you look so beautiful when you're needy."

As you teased him your hand snaked past his back and your fingertips toyed with his briefs. Gale, wanting to earn your favour and encourage your touch, leant up and kissed your stomach only to be brutally pushed back down.

"So impatient," You lightly scolded and removed your fingers from his briefs. Gale couldn't help but whine, gripping your hips with fervor, trying to ignore the joy it brought his love. "But I am not one without mercy."

You offered him your hand, putting it in front of his face. Gale snaked his hand from your hip, up your side and down your arm until he clasped his fingers around yours as if to press a mere kiss to it. But he knew such poor worship was not deserving of the deity above him.

He pressed numerous chaste kisses to your finger leading to your fingernails before taking your fingers in his mouth. He knew this had earned your favour as you began to toy with his briefs again with your free hand. Gale continued to kiss and suck your fingers, only pausing to moan when you finally touched his bare aching member. As your touch continued you pushed further into Gale's mouth until he was almost gagging on your fingers. You smiled and eventually removed your fingers, swapping hands with the one that was toying with his tip. The added slick of saliva with his precum caused Gale to shiver and he involuntarily jerked his hips forward. Undeterred you continued to grip his tip, thumbing it with a torturous delicacy.

Your cunt was dripping as you continued to straddle and rock Gale's hips, his painfully erect cock pressing up against the plush of your ass. How badly he craved to be in you, how badly he began to crave release.

You continued to torture his tip, looking back accordingly to witness the dribbles of precum and Gale tried his hardest to hold back his whimpers.

Eventually leaving his tip alone, you paid attention to his balls, both full and aching from your teasing. You held them in one hand, giving them a taunting squeeze that illicit deep moans from the wizard as he continued his pointless thrusting.

"Please, my love, my goddess I beg of you-"

"-Of what my darling? All you need is to ask." You told him sweetly, as if the honey of your words masked your cruelty. As just as Gale went to speak, you increased the grip on his balls causing him to moan out in delight and his words lose their way on his tongue. You allowed him to recover before moving to the base of his cock and stroking it tightly just as he went to speak. He was close, you knew he was, but he wasn't allowed to come just yet.

Cruelly just as Gale's orgasm had begin to build you quickly got off of him entirely, walking away from the bed. Gale all but cried out and followed like a lost puppy, scrambling from the bed to grab your hand and pull you back.

But that wasn't the game you were playing.

As soon as Gale moved to pull you back, you swiftly immobilised him, causing him to fall to his knees. Satisfied you sat on the edge of your bed and simply held out a leg to him. Gale took it with gratitude and immediately began to kiss up your leg, his cock throbbing painfully.

As he diligently made his way up to your thigh he tried to hide how he positioned your leg into his crotch as he attempted to create friction to pursue his pleasure. You were well aware of this, of course, and relished as the blush of desperation and humiliation flooded your lover's cheeks, he was quite literally trying to hump you leg like a dog in heat.

You played along for a short while until you sensed his all too familiar coil about to snap. At which point you placed your foot on his chest and pushed him downward, straddling his hips whilst ruining his climax.

Gale threw his head back in frustration as a string of curse worse flooded his mouth. He was desperate, truly desperate. You could have asked him to condemn Mystra and devote himself to Lolth and he would have in a heartbeat.

"Oh my love," You cooed as tears pooled in the corner of Gale's eyes. Your hands cupping his face, relishing how his cock throbbed painfully against your ass. "You are doing so well for me, such a beautiful pet you are, my darling wizard."

Ordinarily Gale would have protested at such condescension but all he could do was lean into your touch and nod his head. You rewarded him with a soft kiss to his lips, turning vicious as you tugged his bottom lip with your teeth as you pulled away. Gale gasped and chased your lips upwards. You lifted up so you were now sat on his lap, his cock resting in front of your wet cunt.

You kissed him again, this time harder, tongue dominating his mouth, as you did your hands trailed down his glistening abdomen, fingertips resting lightly on his cock. Gale responded accordingly, filthily moaning into your mouth, like a whore. You continued to kiss him roughly, all teeth and tongue. A stark opposite to the way your fingers deftly played with his weeping cock. You focused your touch on the pulsing mushroom head, practically playing with the precum that surrounded it, lightly fingering the slit it was leaking from.

Gale continued to pant and moan into your mouth, his hips slyly rutting upwards into your touch. It earned him several bites on his lips, one drawing blood, but he did not care.

Finally, like a miracle had been gifted to him from the heavens, you began to languidly pump his cock, allowing his orgasm to build again. Gale drew back from your lips for air and pressed his forehead against your shoulder, eyes screwing shut as he chased the high, the wet slapping noise coming from below him driving him closer to the edge. But he would not be fooled again.

"Please my love, please," The begs fell almost naturally from his mouth and spilled into your skin as he pressed pathetic kisses across your breast in an effort to persuade you. You smiled and continued your pumping earning a primal grunt from your lover, but as soon as the praise stopped, overtaken by his pathetic whimpers and cries for release, you withdrew your hand and watched as he fell apart. "No...no-no..."

Whining, he pressed a kiss up your neck, his own hand instinctually moving to finish the job - a fatal mistake. You smacked his hand, before moving it to his neck. It snaked up to his jaw and tightly forced him to look up at you. He could see your red eyes flitter over him, analysing him, before your look of disappointment turned into a cruel smirk. With one hand gripping his jaw tightly, forcing him to look at you, you other hand returned back to his cock and you returned to the rhythmic languid pumping.

Stuck in your clasp, quite literally, Gale gasped as he felt the familiar wave of pleasure begin to build in him, his thighs now shaking, tears of pleasure freely falling. You forcefully pulled Gale towards you and dominated his mouth once more, and Gale thought he would die from the onslaught of building pressure and the increasing lack of oxygen.

He moaned into you, hips involuntarily bucking as he finally reached his peak, spurts of thick white cum decorating his body and yours Dutifully, you continued to pump his cock, milking him for all that he had until his cock was creamed in his own fluids.

Gale moaned and flinched at the overstimulation of your touch, nestling his damp forehead into your chest for comfort. When you were done you stood up, letting your hand trail up Gale's body till your index finger caught on his chin and tilted his head upwards. You quirked your head behind you, motioning for him to follow you back onto the bed.

Kindly, you helped him up, but the sincerity of your actions was merely a front for your real plan. With a playful shove, you pushed him onto the bed, with Gale landing on his back. A groan tore through him from the sensation of the silk sheets on his sensitive skin.

You joined him, your body hovering above his, admiring how his cock lay twitching against his stomach, practically white with the amount of cum on it. Praises slipped dilligenty from your tongue. “Oh Gale, my love, all mine.”

It seemed sense had started to come back to the wizard as he let out a short breathy laugh. His hand caresses your thigh. “Truly I’m all yours.”

“You always know what to say.” You smirked and you leaned down to place a soft yet passionate kiss on Gale’s lips. You felt Gale relax completely under your touch, probably believing you had had your fun with him.

How wrong he was.

You pulled away and peppered kisses across his face and down his neck, crowning the blooming hickeys with your lips. Between kisses you continued to compliment him, knowing the reaction it stirred within him.

“Your intellect beats any high wizard of my house.” Though your words were potentially blasphemous, though if Lolth herself tooke issue and demanded explanation then, there was plenty of evidence that you were simply corrupting the previous chosen of Mystra.

Gale hummed and put a hand on the small of your back, relishing in the pleasure he felt from your words and touch.

“Your heart is boundless, your desire ceaseless and your ambition, by the gods Gale, your ambition is indomitable and I utterly adore you for it, my love." You murmured to him, hips sneakily beginning to roll into his as you sat up, hands planted on his chest.

Gale tilted his head at you, trying to figure out what wonderful machinations were forming in your mind. He knew you well enough that no matter how sincere your words were, there was always something behind them, and he hadn't missed how you were still slowly rocking against him. You removed one of your hands and took Gale's, holding it as you placed it on your own sternum and pushed down till your hands rested on your abdomen.

"So perfect, and worthy, I believe.." You smiled down at him. Before Gale could figure out what you had meant by your words, you moved forward and slipped Gale's creamed and hardening cock into your sopping cunt. It slipped in with ease and Gale threw his head back into the pillows, a guttural moan tearing through him. His cock was already overstimulated, now he had you tight walls clamping around him. He thought he was going to die.

You gasped, your smile widening in pleasure, one hand remaining on your abdomen with his the other moving to Gale's free hand and interlocking it, increasing the speed of your bouncing.

"You know the concubines would slaughter to be you right now, your spilled seed finding its way into my womb. The chance of your child to swell inside of me. It is their highest honour, their greatest ambition." You panted, you had been teasing yourrself the entire time by toying with Gale and now you were finally taking what you wanted. "A prestige I give you so freely and know you will deliver on."

"Yes, ah fuck, my love-" Gale grunted as the pain and pleasure of overstimulation intermingled, your safe word teetering on his lips. Yet how could he deprive himself of hearing such primal words? From feeling such primal things? With a newfound vigour he met your hips with eager rutting, the hand that once rested on your back, now moved to your hip and he gripped it with a bruising ferocity.

"Ah-yes!" You moaned, head thrown back as Gale sat up, his mouth latching onto your breast, kissing it sloppily, biting it hungrily. You cupped the back of his head, fingers tangling into his brown locks of hair, holding him close. However. the waves of building pleasure did not distract you entirely from your intentions. "Fill me, Gale, l-let my womb hold our children."

Gale moaned again, moving onto your other breast, filthy words leaving his mouth that you thought would have been too impure for him to ever come across, let alone say.

"Gale, I-I'm close" You gasped as the coil of pleasure threatened to snap. Gale continued, dutifully, holding onto you as if his life depended on it. Obscene wet noises came from the joining of your skin and shared bodily fluid - and it was music to each of your ears. The two of you held onto each other tighter, lips interlocking in a passionate and desperate embrace as you came, seeing white, you cunt gripping and gushing around Gale's cock sending him over the edge, fulfilling his order, as ropes of thick cum painted the linings of your cunt.

As the two of you came down from your high, Gale fell back onto the bed drawing you close to him. As you caught your breath, you pressed a firm kiss to the side of his jaw before removing yourrself from him, shared fluids staining the silk sheets.

"..That was phenomenal.." Gale breathed out as he pulled you back close to him, in disapproval you playfully nipped him - this is not how this went. You moved him so his head lay nestled on your breasts and Gale could not protest - nor did he want to. He quite literally had nothing left in him to verbally or physically to play pretend. Besides he was more than happy to remain there. He snaked his arms around your waist, one hand resting on your abdomen.

Though he knew your words were most likely thrown out in passion, they had engraved themself in his very being. "Be careful, my love, if the rest of our nights are spent like that, I may never want to leave Menzoberranzen."

You let out a small chuckle, fingers combing through Gale's silver-streaked hair. "That's if you can survive the rest of our nights here, my love."

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scented skies - hjs. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairing: scentshop owner!joshua hong x reader

trope: friends-to-???

summary: getting the first smell of joshua's new scents comes with the best friend benefits, but getting a full line of scents dedicated to you? that was not exactly a part of the deal.

🎧 1979 by the smashing pumpkins

word count: 2,926

a/n: happy belated birthday joshua!! not proofread lol

fic under the cut!

The shop was quiet now, a soft hum of the world outside the only sound reaching your ears. The last of the daylight had long since faded, and the warm glow of the scattered lamps gave the room a peaceful, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Shadows flickered across the shelves lined with jars, their contents a rainbow of wax waiting to be transformed into unique candles. The gentle scent of melted wax lingered in the air, adding a cozy layer to the ambiance.

You and Joshua were the only ones left in the shop. The front door had been locked, the customers long gone, and the usual hustle and bustle of the shop had given way to an intimate calm. Joshua's workshop, the create-your-own-candle table, sat in the center of the room, surrounded by an array of fragrance oils, waxes, and little glass containers. The low hum of a fan in the corner was barely audible, but the delicate warmth it radiated added to the shop's welcoming vibe.

Joshua placed two boxes in front of you on the table, the cardboard a little worn from use, but inside, the promise of something new. A freshly brewed coffee, still warm from the café down the street, sat between you two. Its rich, earthy scent blended nicely with the soft perfume of the shop, and for a moment, you just let the quiet and the coziness of the scene settle around you.

"I’m glad you're here," Joshua said, his voice almost conspiratorial as he leaned forward, excitement dancing in his eyes. "I've been waiting to show you our new lines of scents."

The first box Joshua opened revealed small vials, their glass smooth and cool in the dim light. The labels were minimalistic, hand-written with care. You could see the weight of each scent as it was revealed—a promise of new memories to create, new moods to set.

He pulled out the first bottle and held it up, a glint of pride in his eyes. You reached out eagerly, your fingers brushing against the cool glass before uncapping the bottle. As soon as the scent hit you, it was as if you had stepped into a tropical garden at dawn—sharp, sweet pineapple mingled with the fresh, zesty bite of bergamot, and the earthy undertones of cedarwood brought you back to the deep, rich scent of an old forest after rain. It was fresh yet grounding, evoking a sense of summer mornings and long, lazy afternoons.

"That's the first one," Joshua said, his tone soft with an almost secretive air. "I don’t have a name for it yet, but I was thinking something tropical, maybe even a little nostalgic."

The second scent you tried was more delicate, a warm embrace in a bottle. Vanilla, sweet and smooth, curled gently around a subtle hint of coffee—like an espresso brewed fresh on a chilly morning. A touch of pear added a crisp, juicy sweetness, and together, they created a fragrance that felt like the perfect rendezvous in a small, hidden café, the kind with dim lights and rain softly tapping on the windows.

The third scent was a complete contrast—deep, rich, and bold. A blend of almond, rum, clove, and vanilla, it was something undeniably masculine, reminding you of leather-bound books and old whiskey glasses, a dark room lit only by the glow of a fireplace. It carried a weight to it, an air of mystery, like a story that had yet to unfold.

You leaned back in your chair, the soft creak of the wood beneath you grounding you in the moment. The room, now illuminated by scattered lamps, seemed almost enchanted. The faint scent of wax and the lingering perfume of the oils mixed in the air, creating a heady atmosphere that invited conversation.

"You know what’s funny?" you asked, breaking the quiet.

Joshua glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow. "Not particularly."

You giggled to yourself before speaking again. "This is exactly how I imagined Baekhyun’s new album to smell." The words slipped out easily, the connection between scent and music obvious to you now. You didn’t know why it hadn’t occurred to you before, but these fragrances had a way of capturing the essence of each track you'd been listening to.

Joshua's laughter echoed in the room, warm and rich, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world outside had fallen away.

"I’m being serious," you said, still grinning. "The first one is so obviously 'Pineapple Slice', the second one is so incredibly 'Rendez-Vous, and the last one is totally giving 'Truth Be Told.'"

Joshua let out a dramatic groan, but the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. "What, do you want me to name this new line of scents after your king Baekhyun?"

Your sarcastic laughter joined his. "Yes, Shua, I think that would be a great idea."

He shook his head, though his eyes twinkled with humor. "I will never take name suggestions from you. Ever."

The air between you both was filled with warmth and familiarity, the kind that only comes from years of friendship. The room, the scents, the soft glow of the lamps—everything seemed perfectly aligned, as though the universe had conspired to create this simple, yet unforgettable moment.

Joshua’s hands moved with a practiced fluidity as he pulled out the second box. It was a bit larger than the first, and as he placed it down in front of you, the lid came off with a soft scrape, revealing yet another set of bottles, each carefully sealed, their colors deep and inviting. The faintest glimmer of excitement flickered across his face as he began to unwrap the scents one by one.

The air in the room seemed to shift slightly, charged with anticipation, and you couldn’t help but lean forward, intrigued. The first bottle he lifted smelled almost cold, a crisp, fresh scent that immediately took you to the edge of a windy cliff, the sea below churning with frothy waves. You could almost feel the air stinging your cheeks. There was something sharp in the top notes—eucalyptus and mint—sharp and clean, like a sharp breath of air after a storm. Beneath it, a grounded base of moss and earth, almost like the feeling of standing in the middle of a clearing just after the rain, the grass still damp beneath your feet.

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply. “If this was weather…” You trailed off, eyes still closed as the scent wrapped around you. “This would be a cold, windy morning, the kind where the sky is cloudy and heavy with the promise of rain but it never comes. The air is thick with anticipation, and you’re standing outside, waiting for the storm that never quite arrives.”

Joshua leaned in, watching you carefully, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I knew you were going to say something like that,” he said with a laugh, shaking his head affectionately. “Always reading the sky, huh?”

You shrugged with a smile. “I can’t help it. The world smells like weather sometimes, and my brain just connects the dots. Anyway,” you said, reaching for the next bottle. The second scent was much softer, warmer, a delicate mix of amber, warm vanilla, and the faintest hint of lavender. It was the kind of scent that made you think of the slow, steady descent into dusk, when the world is soft and golden. It was a soft glow, the fading sunlight kissing the horizon, and everything in the world seemed to slow down.

“If this one were weather,” you mused with a dreamy look in your eyes, “it would be a late afternoon thunderstorm—one of those brief, violent storms that rolls through, but then the sky clears up again, and everything smells fresh and soaked. The air’s still warm, but there’s this crispness that follows after the rain.”

Joshua’s eyes softened as he watched you, a knowing glint in his gaze. “That’s exactly it. I knew you'd say something like that.” He pulled out the next bottle, this one a darker, more grounding scent. It smelled like deep woods and earth, with notes of sandalwood and leather, wrapped in the comforting warmth of a smoky fireplace. There was something ancient about it, something you could imagine walking into an old cabin in the middle of winter, where the air is dry, the fire crackling, and snow falls silently outside.

You sniffed it deeply, your mind already wandering, and then laughed softly. “This… this is definitely a winter night. The kind when it’s snowing heavily outside, and the world is quiet and still. There’s a clear sky, so you can see all the stars, but the cold just lingers in the air. It’s peaceful but heavy, the kind of night that makes you feel small but also strangely at peace.”

Joshua leaned back with a grin. “I thought you'd say something like that, too,” he said, his tone affectionate but laced with something else, something that made the air between you feel thicker. He began pulling out the labels for each scent, one by one, placing them in front of you as though he couldn’t wait to see your reaction. As he slid each label toward you, your heart skipped a beat.

Each label was adorned with a photograph of the sky—clouds, sunsets, stormy horizons, or a deep, endless night sky—each one a text message you’d sent him over the past few years. There was the picture of the sunset you had sent last summer, with the caption: “The sky's a canvas right now. I swear it looks like the colors are coming alive." Another label had a photo of a thunderstorm, the caption: “The world feels like it’s holding its breath right before the storm hits. Can you smell it?” And the last one was a quiet winter evening you’d shared with him years ago: “The air smells like snow tonight. So still, so clean.”

You froze, your breath catching in your chest. As you looked at the labels, the realization hit you like a wave crashing against a rock. It wasn’t just about the sky or the weather anymore—it was about the connection between you and Joshua, one that you hadn’t seen for what it truly was until now. You hadn’t noticed before, not with this kind of clarity.

He was looking at you now, his expression soft but laced with a hint of vulnerability, something he rarely let show. There was a depth to his gaze, an unspoken understanding in the way he watched you now. The corners of his lips curled up in a quiet smile, but there was something different in the way he held himself, something that felt as though the entire room had shifted.

For a moment, you were completely still, your heart thudding against your chest. His dedication—the care he had taken to incorporate your thoughts, your feelings, your interpretations of the world around you into something so tangible, so beautiful—felt like a promise.

The realization struck you harder than any scent, any image, any word. You’d been falling in love with him for years—since childhood, really—but now, with the pieces of his heart scattered before you, the truth was undeniable. You didn’t know when it had started, or if it had always been there, waiting for the right moment. But suddenly, everything about your relationship with Joshua felt different. He saw you with new eyes. And for the first time, you wondered if maybe he’d always seen you this way—if maybe, all along, he had been falling in love with you, too.

You looked up at him, feeling a pang in your chest. There was warmth in your face, but a strange ache at the back of your throat. “Shua…” you whispered, not quite knowing what to say, but feeling everything at once. You blinked, not trusting your words to come out right.

Joshua didn’t say anything at first, just gazed at you with an intensity that made your heart skip. Then, as if testing the waters, he spoke softly, a touch of humor in his voice but something deeper beneath it. “You know,” he said, his voice almost too quiet, “I’ve always thought the sky is just as beautiful as you say it is. But now… I think I understand it a little more.”

His words, though simple, made the air between you two feel electric, like everything had just changed. And for the first time, you weren’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or simply sit in the stillness of it all. But one thing was for sure: the landscape of your relationship had shifted forever.

The space between you felt different now, fuller, like an unspoken truth was hanging in the air, too delicate to name yet too real to ignore. And in that moment, the only thing that mattered was how everything—his words, his look, the way your heart seemed to flutter—felt like something new, something you'd both been dancing around for years without ever realizing it.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

SWEETHEART!ANAKIN HEADCANONS 2

TW: at some point it contains mentions of small sexual content (like breast kissing), so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

Author's note: you wanted it so I deliver it kindly to your notifications or whatever. It's long just for people who asked for even more sweetheart!ani - link

Maul - Manny Montana

Cal - Cameron Monaghan

Shmi - Pernilla August

Sweetheart!Anakin who, after founding out that your ex boyfriend cheated on you multiple times, drove to him with baseball bat for aggressive negotiations. It was the only and the last time he'd use force to hurt someone. Even if it felt good to make him regret even daring himself to think about other woman when he had you, Anakin felt guilty, dirty. And in that moment he promised himself to never do that again

Sweetheart!Anakin who tried to do everything to cheer you up after the break-up

Sweetheart!Anakin who obviously asked you out to prom and that moment started a relationship between you two

Sweetheart!Anakin who often took you out on small dates where you just drove around the neighborhood or around the city. Ending the day with watching the stars on his car

Sweetheart!Anakin who, as a teenager, fully acknowledged that you are the one he wants to spend the rest of the life with, so from that time he saved money for an engagement ring;

"I want to marry y/n," he proclaimed with a sense of pride, looking earnestly at his mother.

She glanced at him with a tender smile. "Ani, you're only fifteen," she responded softly, her eyes filled with both affection and concern.

He puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders, a gesture of youthful determination. "But I’ll be sixteen soon," he insisted with unwavering resolve.

His mother’s smile broadened, and she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before turning back to the sink to wash her hands. The kitchen, filled with the comforting aroma of evening cooking, seemed to embrace their conversation.

"And sixteen is a very mature age." he continued, his voice following her as he leaned against the counter. "I’m quite mature for my age. I have more responsibilities than most boys my age," he added, his tone a blend of earnestness and pride as he studied the gleam of the kitchen’s fixtures.

"I know you do, baby"

He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Then why don’t you believe me when I say I want to marry y/n?" he asked, a hint of a pout tugging at his lips.

"I didn’t say I don’t believe you," she replied gently, focusing on cutting a carrot. "I said you're too young to get married, and I’m sure y/n’s mother feels the same way."

He slumped against the counter with dramatic flair, crossing his arms and frowning deeply. "That’s not fair," he muttered under his breath.

"Why isn’t it fair?"

"Because why should I wait in the first place?" he insisted, his tone resolute. He watched her slice the carrot, his thoughts consumed by y/n. "She’s the best person I know, and she’s so beautiful," he added with a heavy sigh, his heart and mind wholly set on her.

His mother’s lips curved into a tender smile as she walked over to kiss the top of his head before opening the fridge to gather ingredients for dinner.

He leaned against her for a moment, peering into the fridge and surveying the array of food. "She smiles in the most enchanting way," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "And her eyes are perfect, like the sky on a clear day." He could have gone on endlessly about her, but this was just the tip of the iceberg in expressing his love. "She deserves the best, and I want to give that to her."

After small pause, he continued, "She’s so smart and kind, always ready to help others. Yet, I don’t think she fully realizes how amazing she is. She has this incredible sense of humor that catches me off guard and makes me laugh so hard..." He glanced at his mother, searching for her reaction. "I promise I’d take good care of her," he added quietly.

"I know you would," she replied softly.

He studied her intently, determined to win this argument. “Then why can’t I marry her?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Ani,” she sighed, her tone gentle. “We’ve discussed this before. You’re too young.”

He pouted but continued to watch his mother prepare the meal. He was stubborn, but he understood when she was resolute. “So when will you let me marry her? When I’m eighteen?”

“It’s not just about age,” she explained softly. “It’s about being truly certain that she’s the one you want to spend your life with. Marriage is a serious commitment, Ani. I wouldn’t want you to marry young and later regret it. I want you to be absolutely sure, when you’re an adult.”

He huffed, knowing her arguments were difficult to counter. Though he was only sixteen, he couldn’t imagine his life without y/n.

“Yeah, yeah, but still,” he muttered, frowning as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sweetheart!Anakin who at the age of 20 bought an engagement ring from the money he saved. It was a radiantly shining five stone round brilliant diamond. White gold with two diamond stones at each shoulder and the biggest one in the middle. It perfectly reflected the light; so flawless, so luminous. He was grinning like crazy at the thought of possibly slipping it on your finger;

(here's link if you're interested in what it looks like: ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ)

“Just promise you’ll wear something special tonight, okay?” he said into his phone, his anxiety evident.

“Ani, I’m not deaf,” your voice came through the phone with a hint of exasperation. “I’ve heard you.”

“I know, I know,” he said, still holding the ring close to eye it from different angles. “I just want you to look extra stunning tonight.”

“You always say I look beautiful in anything I wear,” you replied.

“Because you do look absolutely gorgeous in everything,” he said quickly. “But I want tonight to be special. I want you to look drop-dead gorgeous.” He added, stopping at an old bench. His stomach churned with nerves that refused to let go.

He could almost envision your smile through the phone. “Then I’ll wear something drop-dead gorgeous just to make you fall to your knees” you teased.

His heart skipped a beat at your words. He already knew you'd make him fall to his knees tonight, especially with what he plans to do. You could hear his chuckle through the phone. But it was a bit different, as if excitement and anxiety surged within him. “I have no doubts about it,” he replied, leaning back against the bench and taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart.

He had to admit he was terrified, but not of your answer. His fear was that he might mess up, say something awkward, or forget to ask you properly. For millions times, or even more, he imagined this situation. From being just a teenager, to this day he thought what he'll say, how he'll say it and where it's be. It was almost overwhelming, he had never felt so much adrenaline and squeezing his insides stress in his whole life. He took a few more deep breaths and a sip of wine, trying to remind himself that this was the most significant moment of his life and everything will go perfectly

His gaze shifted to the entrance of the restaurant, and he nearly choked on his wine. You were smiling at the waitress who checked your name before letting you in. He was utterly stunned. You were wearing a crimson red dress that clung to your curves perfectly, driving him crazy with your beauty.

For a moment, it felt as if his heart had stopped, and he could hardly breathe. Time seemed to stand still, his mouth going dry as he took in your appearance. You looked... simply perfect. Gorgeous. Breathtaking. His mind struggled to comprehend how you could look so incredible, and the realization that you were dressed like that just for him made his throat even drier.

The dress was a mermaid cut, hugging your hips beautifully. It was adorned with small, shiny gemstones that made it shimmer even more, accentuating your cleavage in a way that made his breath catch. He was certain he was on the verge of a heart attack as he watched you approach their table after making an eye contact. The way the dress clung to your figure was driving him to distraction, so he bit his lip and took a deep breath, struggling to calm his racing heart. He mentally cursed himself for staring at your cleavage, though he couldn’t seem to look away. Everything about you was mesmerizing, and his heart continued to race. He knew his hands would be shaking if he had to hold them up right now. As you drew nearer, all he could do was smile, feeling the knots in his stomach as he stood to help her into her seat. After you were seated, he pushed the chair back and sat down again, unable to tear his eyes away from you. The breathlessness returned as he took in every detail of your appearance, from your slightly messy bun to your full, raspberry lips. “You look...” he began, pausing as he searched for the right words. Gorgeous was the first word that came to mind, but it felt inadequate compared to the way you looked. He let out a small, breathy chuckle. “perfect,” he said, his mouth going dry once more at the sight of his beautiful girl “Thank you, you look very nice as well,” you replied warmly. He took a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure. How was he supposed to concentrate when you looked so stunning in a dress that revealed so much? He was afraid that being too distracted might cause him to mess up this important moment. He managed a small smile and nodded slightly. “Are you hungry?” he asked with a light chuckle, picking up his menu to review it again. “Oh gosh, yes,” you said with a sigh, immediately reaching for your own menu. He struggled to hold back a smile as he reviewed the menu, trying to focus on the food. At this point, all he could concentrate on was you. You were more than just beautiful; you were beyond words. Terms like gorgeous, stunning, and magnificent seemed inadequate. You embodied perfection in that moment, leaving him utterly mesmerized. Your presence rendered him speechless, a feeling that was not new but was intensified every time he saw you in a something new

As they enjoyed their meal, you broke the silence. “What’s going on today? You’re all dressed up, my mom was unusually excited and insistently walked after me to make me wear a dress.. Is there some special occasion? Did I forget something?” your cheeks flushed deeply in what came an embarrassed and slight shame “You didn’t forget anything,” he grinned to himself. He knew your mother was aware of the proposal since he made sure to first ask your parents for approval. “Can’t I just take the beautiful woman I love out to dinner?” you only blushed deeply, feeling extremely exposed to him. But not only from the revealing dress you've never wore before but also spiritually, as if your whole being was revealed to his loving eyes “Stop looking at me like that,”

“Like what?” he feigned innocence, though he knew exactly what you meant “Like I’m about to vanish if you close your eyes,” he chuckled again, “well, you’re so stunning, sometimes I feel like you’re not real” he leaned back in his chair with a smile.

Sweetheart!Anakin who proposed to you after asking your parents for approval/blessing;

He held you close as you strolled down the street, his jacket draped over your shoulders not only to keep you warm but also to offer a bit more coverage for your stunning dress. You looked breathtakingly beautiful. He glanced at you again, unable to suppress the broad, foolish grin spreading across his face. He felt a surge of readiness—he was poised to ask the question that would forever alter your lives.

"Do you remember our first date?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.

your lips curled into a teasing smile "Are you referring to the one in kindergarten or the one in high school?"

He chuckled, rolling his eyes with affectionate exasperation, though the recollections made him smile. "You could say both," he replied, slowing your pace to take in your face properly.

"Well, I loved both," your smile turning warm and genuine. "You were adorable as a six-year-old."

"Were?"

"Now you're handsome and cute" your eyes dancing with affection.

He could only smile, almost feeling his face muscles giving up from too much pressure and stretching. However, he ignored the slight pain to guide you to a quieter, more secluded stretch of the street. The area was dimly lit, and while a few pedestrians were scattered about, no one was in your immediate vicinity.

"Do you remember when we had our fake engagement?" he murmured with a nostalgic glint in his eyes.

you laughed softly "Of course. Although the ring pop you gave me was devoured a long time ago."

"Maybe this one will last a bit longer," he said with a nervous edge in his tone, his thumb lightly brushing your knuckles.

you started to chuckle unexpectedly. "What do you—"

Before you could finish your question, he sank to one knee, his eyes locked with yours, a profound sincerity in his gaze. He released your hand to retrieve the small black box from his pocket.

He opened it slowly, revealing the ring he had chosen earlier that day. As he held it up, his gaze fell back to yours. In that moment, he realized that no amount of carefully crafted words could capture what he felt. What mattered was the truth of his emotions. He didn't need a grand speech; he just needed to be sincere.

"I... I don’t have a fancy speech prepared for this," he murmured, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

He took another deep breath, his fingers tightening around the box.

"But what I do have is the truth," he continued, his voice breaking slightly. He didn't mind his emotions showing; he didn't care that he was overwhelmed. You were standing before him, the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and that was all that mattered.

"The truth is, I am absolutely and completely in love with you," he said, his gaze steady despite the lump forming in his throat. "Every part of me—my heart, my soul—everything belongs to you." He swallowed hard again, struggling to keep his composure.

"You are the first thought I have each morning and the last one at night. Just your presence brings me more joy than I can express..I-i can't imagine a day without you, or my life without you. You are everything to me...And I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "To love you, to share each day and night with you, to hold you close, to watch you grow, and to see you shine even brighter than you already do." He took a shaky breath, his resolve firm despite his emotions.

“So, I asked for your parents' blessing, and they gave it to me. But the only approval I need is yours,” He offered you a reassuring smile, drawing another deep breath to steady his pounding heart and quell the sudden surge of anxiety.

He lifted the ring higher, holding it out to you with a hopeful gaze. “I love you more than I ever thought was humanely possible. So will you… will you do me honour a-and-- marry me?”

Well, that was unexpected. All the words he just said, brought an expression full of surprise and emotion. Never in your life, you experienced such love from a person. It was.. overwhelming to say the least. But maybe it's normal? Since we, people, were created to give and receive love? So when you finally meet someone so commitment to what God gave us, it feels so right and pure?

He held his breath, his mind racing through a thousand thoughts. For a few agonizing seconds, silence hung between them, heightening his anxiety. “You’re supposed to say something,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling self-conscious and vulnerable.

You chuckled softly, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Oh gosh... I—yes.”

"Yeah?" He grinned

“Of course!” you confirmed with a beaming smile. As he rose from his knee, he quickly slipped a shining ring onto your finger and pulled you into a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground with joy.

He held you close, just spinning you around in his arms, laughter spilling from both of your lips while great happiness enveloped him. His smile stretched wider than he ever thought possible. When he finally set you down, he gently cupped your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, pouring all his love into the moment.

Pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, he let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “I love you so much,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with emotion. He still could hardly believe it—you had said yes. You wanted to marry him.

“Are you crying?” you asked with a giggle

“Maybe,” he admitted quietly, wiping the shear tear with his hand

Sweetheart!Anakin who cried during the wedding;

As the wedding drew nearer, Anakin's nerves began to get the best of him.

"No, Ani, that’s not quite right," Shmi chided softly, her tone gentle yet firm.

He sighed deeply, staring at the tie in his hands with frustration. After twenty minutes of futile effort, the tie remained stubbornly askew. “Why is this so difficult?” he muttered in exasperation.

Shmi stepped in, gently nudging his hands aside to take over. “Come on, you’re just nervous.”

He sighed deeply, glancing down at her with a mixture of nerves and excitement swirling in his stomach. Today was monumental, perhaps the most significant day of his life. He was about to marry the person he cherished more than anything in the universe, and the nerves were unmistakable. His mother was right. As always.

“Is it that obvious?” he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

the chuckle followed her words. “Yes.”

He managed a smile, though it came out a bit forced. He reached up to run his nervous fingers through his hair, but his mother’s gentle slap on his hand stopped him in his tracks. “Stop messing with your hair.”

He huffed lightly but relented, knowing it was pointless to argue. He wanted everything to be flawless, and he knew his hair was part of that. Taking a deep breath, he tried to steady his pounding heart and quell the fluttering in his stomach. “There’s going to be so many people,” he murmured.

“Does it bother you?” she asked gently.

He shifted uncomfortably, averting his gaze as he pondered the question. The prospect of so many people was daunting, but the real unease came from something deeper. It wasn’t the crowd that unsettled him; it was the sheer magnitude of the commitment he was about to make. He struggled to articulate his thoughts. “I just…” he began, but the words eluded him. It was the concept of marriage itself that churned his insides with anxious energy. “No, I suppose I’ll manage. But… can she?”

“Don’t overthink it, Ani. Everything will be okay.”

He exhaled slowly, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His mother was right—it was just nerves and anxious energy. Feeling nervous before a wedding was normal, wasn’t it? He shouldn’t let his mind spiral. It would all work out in the end. At least, that was what he hoped. He glanced out the window, realizing that they would be heading to the ceremony soon.

His mother pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before leaving him with his friends.

After gazing out the window, he leaned against the wall, glancing at the clock to see the moments ticking away. The anticipation of seeing you in your wedding dress was almost overwhelming. It wasn’t as if he’d never seen you dressed up before, but today was different. Today, you would be in a wedding gown that would make you even more breathtaking than usual. He was sure of it. The thought alone sent a shiver of excitement through him, making his heart race and a smile tug at his lips.

“Take a shot, Skywalker,” Maul called out, already on his third drink. "You'll feel much better"

He rolled his eyes, though he understood his friend’s need for a drink. The situation was enough to make anyone want to take the edge off. He accepted the shot glass, downing the contents in one quick motion before handing it back. The warmth of the alcohol began to ease his nerves. “Just don’t get so plastered you end up embarrassing me out there.”

“I’ll make sure to record how you're crying when y/n walks down the aisle" cal teased

Anakin shot him a sharp look, but the other guys just chuckled. “Shut up. I won’t be crying,” he insisted, crossing his arms with a hint of stubbornness.

As you stepped into view, his heart skipped a beat. Watching you walk down the aisle felt like witnessing something out of a dream—no, a fantasy. You were beyond beautiful; you were ethereal, an angel descended from the heavens. Your long dress trailed gracefully behind you, and the delicate veil covering your face only enhanced your allure. As you drew closer, his breath caught in his throat, and his eyes began to well up with tears. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, completely captivated by the sight of you.

Maul leaned in and whispered, "You are crying."

He quickly wiped away the tear that had escaped, grumbling a soft “shut up” in response, though there was no real bite to his words. His eyes were locked on you, unable to look anywhere else. Every fiber of his being ached to pull you into his arms, to hold you close. But he knew he had to wait, just a little longer, until the ceremony was over. The anticipation was almost unbearable, but seeing you—seeing his future with you—made the wait worth every second.

Sweetheart!Anakin who cried during his speech;

Anakin takes a shaky breath, his voice already thick with emotion as he starts to speak, tears glistening in his eyes.

"I—I’m not sure where to start. I’ve thought about this moment so many times, and now that it’s here, it’s just…overwhelming..." he chuckled through already building tears "When I look at you, I can’t believe how lucky I am. Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but whatever it was, I’d do it a million times over if it meant I could stand here with you today..We’ve known each other our whole lives. From the time we were kids, you’ve been there. You’ve been my best friend, my confidant, my partner in crime. You’ve been the person who’s seen me at my worst and somehow still loved me. You’ve been my light, my beautiful star in the night sky, guiding me through every dark moment..There were times when I felt lost, like I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing, but you—you—were always there, like a steady hand pulling me through. You’ve filled my life with so much love, so much joy, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find the words to tell you how much you mean to me."

Anakin paused to wipe away a tear that escaped down his cheek, his voice trembling as he continues reading the written words on the paper.

You make me want to be a better man every single day. When I look at you, I see everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I could ever need. You’re my heart, my home, and I’m so damn lucky that I get to call you my wife..And as your husband, I promise you this: I will love you with everything I have. I will protect you, support you, and cherish you, no matter what life throws our way. I will be your rock when you need strength, your shoulder when you need to cry, and your biggest fan when you reach for your dreams. I will stand by you, through every high and every low, and I will never stop trying to make you as happy as you’ve made me..I’ll be the one who wakes up early just to watch the sunrise with you, and the one who stays up late, talking about our dreams until the stars fade away. I promise to laugh with you until our sides hurt, to hold you close when the world feels too big, and to never stop reminding you how incredibly beautiful you are—inside and out. I promise to be your shelter, your adventure, and your comfort all rolled into one. To love you fiercely and gently, with every beat of my heart. And I’ll make sure that every day, I give you a reason to smile, to feel cherished, and to know just how deeply you are loved..You are my everything, my shining star in the night sky and I promise that I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you’ve made me. I love you more than words could ever say, and I can’t wait to spend forever with you."

Sweetheart!Anakin who, for your honeymoon, took you to different planets

Sweetheart!Anakin who doesn't really care if you're shaved (down there) or not shaved. He always says that for him it's not gross (since you thought it'd be for him) and if any man thinks that way, he's an idiot. For Anakin having sex with you is not only a very pleasurable activity but a deep, spiritual connection between a husband and a wife. And, he loves you. He saw the worse of you, and the best, and he loves every single version of you. So, if you haven't shaved (and you're still up for some love making), he really doesn't care about some hair to go through

Sweetheart!Anakin who is highly considerate, always thinking of ways to make you feel special and appreciated. He remembers little details and surprises you with his thoughtfulness every day.

Sweetheart!Anakin whose physical touch is a big part of your relationship. He often holds your hand, brushes your hair out of your face, and gives you warm hugs that make you feel safe and cherished.

Sweetheart!Anakin who is your rock during tough times. His calming presence and unwavering support help you navigate challenges, and he always knows how to make you smile, even on your worst days

Sweetheart!Anakin who loves taking you on little adventures, whether it’s a spontaneous road trip, a hike in nature, or simply exploring a new part of town

Sweetheart!Anakin who has a soft spot for animals and usually brings home strays or injured creatures to take care for, of course to your surprise and unknown

Sweetheart!Anakin who is the type of partner who not only encourages you to pursue your hobbies/dreams but also actively participates or helps in any way he can, whether it’s by acquiring rare materials for your craft or simply being your biggest cheerleader.

Sweetheart!Anakin who enjoys dancing with you, whether it’s a slow, intimate dance in the living room or a fun, upbeat dance at a party. He doesn't even need music, he'd just swing and hum the song, twirling you around

Sweetheart!Anakin who has a special way of waking you up in the mornings (mostly on the weekends or free days from work). He either does it by quietly whispering sweet words, gently playing with your hair, or even bringing you breakfast in bed with your favorite morning drink.

Sweetheart!Anakin who knowing your love for stargazing. He once spent an entire evening mapping out the constellations visible from your favorite spot. He even named a star after you, the one that always appeared above your house at night. The one that was slightly bigger than others, that shined more than every other. He didn't really care if this star was already named by astrologers, for him it only had one name - yours. As a symbol of how you light up his life every day

Sweetheart!Anakin who sometimes leaves you coded messages or puzzles to solve, leading to hidden surprises or secret dates. And often refuses to help you;

"Ani… please…" you whined softly, taking slow, tentative steps toward Anakin, who was casually leaning against a tree, his hands buried in his pockets, with that familiar smug smirk playing on his lips. "Just one hint."

"No can do, Rapunzel," he teased, shaking his head slightly. "I can't make it too easy for you."

"Please… Is there any way I can convince you to change your mind?" Your voice was sweet, almost pleading, as you inched closer, hoping to sway him.

He smirked at your words, struggling to keep his laughter in check as he watched you use that soft, pleading tone of yours. It was hard not to be swayed by how endearing you were.

"Nope. You’re going to have to try a lot harder, sunshine."

You stepped closer so your lips would brush tenderly against his jawline. Each kiss was a sweet, teasing caress, making it even harder for him to maintain his composure. He felt the familiar warmth of your soft, plush lips, and he closed his eyes, savoring the sensation. His hands instinctively moved to your waist

"….yeah, still not working. Not at all."

"Please… I love you so much." Your lips traveled to his neck, each kiss a gentle whisper of affection that made his resolve waver further.

He tilted his head to the side, giving you better access as his eyes fluttered shut. His grip moves down to your hips, and he murmured your name in a low, hushed tone, his mind starting to drift and blur with the sweet distraction. "You know, you’re quite the menace."

"Now that’s not the hint," you teased softly, your lips brushing his neck.

"Mm… You’re incredibly lucky I’m so head over heels for you," a smile tugging at the corners of his lips

With a final, tender embrace, he pulled you against him. He hesitated for a moment, but the look in your eyes made it clear that he was utterly defeated by your charm.

"Alright, alright… It’s behind the tree."

Your face lit up with a triumphant smile as you planted a quick, grateful kiss on his cheek. You then stepped back, eagerly heading towards the tree

Sweetheart!Anakin who's experiencing your changing hormones during your period. Sometimes you'd just say things he'd find funny, desperately trying to not break in laughter for your sake, but again, he's very patient with you. Since for him, there are times when he'll treat you like a queen you are but there are times when you need to be treated like a little girl

Sweetheart!Anakin who LOVES cuddling to you. He could do it for the whole day, just stuck to your body with no care in the world;

Anakin clung to your side, his arms and legs wrapped around you like a giant koala bear. His face was nuzzled into the curve of your bare neck. He was undeniably, hopelessly, and utterly clingy.

“You don’t want to go to sleep?” you asked softly, your voice a tender murmur as your fingers played gently with his curls, tugging them just enough to send shivers down his spine.

He sighed, the sensation of your touch stirring something deep within him. Burying his face further into the crook of your neck, he inhaled your sweet, addicting scent, mumbling against your skin, “No… wanna stay like this.”

He shook his head slightly, his legs tangling with yours beneath the covers. Tightening his embrace, he pressed himself closer, as if trying to fuse you into one with him. The feeling of your body against his—soft, warm, and familiar—was something he could never get enough of. With a lazy, contented sigh, he trailed his fingers slowly over your bare skin “You’re so warm.”

You giggled softly "Thank you, though are you sure it’s me and not just the duvet?"

He groaned in mock frustration, shaking his head and nuzzling his face into your chest, a bit more insistently this time. “You,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against the sensitive spot on your cleavage. His hands continued their lazy, loving exploration of your skin, each touch lingering as if he were committing every inch of your to memory. “It’s you. Your body. Your skin. You’re warm.”

His nose traced the line of her collarbone, a soft, contented noise escaped him, somewhere between a hum and a sigh, as he buried his face against the curve of your breast. The warmth of your body, so close and so inviting, was almost overwhelming in the best possible way. “You give me butterflies, you know?” he murmured, his voice a little breathless before he added with a quiet, reverent sigh, “Or forget butterflies… I feel the whole zoo when I’m with you.”

He breathed you in as if he could never get enough. “I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “God, you have no idea.” The warmth in his chest only grew stronger, a mix of love and longing that made him leave a trail of tender kisses along your full breasts “I’m gonna miss you…”

you smiled softly, brushing a hand through his hair although you held back a small moan “But I’m not going anywhere.”

With a playful, exaggerated sigh, he placed his chin on your chest, enough to look at you. A slight pout forming on his lips. “But I’m gonna fall asleep, and I’ll miss you in my dreams… I just love you that much… wildly, insanely… infinitely…”

Sweetheart!Anakin who isn't the type to ask you for nudes, since he prefers when you send him the photos of your smile

Sweetheart!Anakin who won your (and his) family's kids love. Whenever your families interact, the children are just rushing to Anakin so he'd play with them, draw something for them or say something funny

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[ahqkas]

if you taking request can u make sumn with mattheo and the reader is just like Rory Gilmore studying all the time and he prod of her or sumn and thank you AND IM LOVE YOUR WRITING

NOTES! fem!reader, i’ve never watched gilmore girls in my life so that’s just my interpretation of rory gilmore from what i’ve seen on tiktok 🥹

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THE LIBRARY AT HOGWARTS HAD ALWAYS BEEN YOUR SAFE PLACE. the quiet rustle of parchment, the soft scratch of quills, and the muted footsteps of other students as they moved between aisles — these were the sounds that surrounded you as you pored over your notes, your quill gliding smoothly across the page.

you had always been studious, a trait that had earned you more than a few comparisons to the infamous ravenclaw stereotype, but you didn’t mind. knowledge was your passion, your escape, and you dove into your studies with the same enthusiasm that others reserved for quidditch or wizard chess. you enjoyed the challenge of a difficult spell, the satisfaction of mastering a complex potion, and the thrill of discovering a new piece of magical / muggle theory.

and mattheo noticed.

he had been watching you for weeks now, his dark eyes often drifting toward your usual spot in the library when he was supposed to be focusing on his own work. it had become a habit, really — one that he found both endearing and a little worrying. while others were out enjoying the spring weather, laughing with friends, or practicing on the quidditch pitch, you were here, nose buried in a book, fingers ink-stained from hours of scribbling notes.

it wasn’t that mattheo didn’t understand your drive. on the contrary, he admired it. he had seen the way your eyes lit up when you finally understood a difficult concept, the way you would smile to yourself after writing an essay you were particularly proud of. it was one of the things he loved about you — how your passion for learning was as fierce and unyielding as any fire. but he also worried about you, about how much you pushed yourself, how often you skipped meals and sacrificed your sleep or lost track of time because you were so absorbed in your studies.

today was no different. as he approached the library, he wasn’t surprised to see you sitting in your usual spot by the window, the late afternoon light casting a golden glow over your figure. you were hunched over a particularly thick textbook, your brow furrowed in concentration as you chewed absentmindedly on the end of your quill, a cozy sweater enveloping your focused figure.

mattheo leaned against a bookshelf for a moment, just watching you. there was something about the way you worked, the quiet determination that radiated from you, that filled him with an odd sense of pride. you were relentless in your pursuit of knowledge, always pushing yourself to be better, to know more. it was inspiring, really — how someone could be so dedicated, so passionate. and though he wasn’t the best with words, he wanted you to know how much he appreciated that about you.

pushing off the doorframe, mattheo made his way over to your table, the soft sound of his footsteps alerting you to his presence. you looked up, surprised, your quill pausing mid-sentence as you took in the sight of him standing there, hands in his pockets, a small, affectionate smile playing on his lips.

“hey,” you greeted softly, setting your quill down as you stretched out your fingers that have been writing for hours now. “what brings you here?”

mattheo shrugged, his eyes flicking over the array of books spread out before you. “just wanted to see how you’re doing. you’ve been at it for hours.”

a sheepish smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at the library clock, realizing he was right. “i guess i lost track of time, sorry.”

“again,” the slytherin boy added, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern. he pulled out the chair next to you and sat down, his knee brushing against yours under the table. “you know, it’s okay to take a break sometimes. the world won’t end if you don’t finish that chapter tonight. ”

you sighed, leaning back in your chair as you looked at him. “i know, but there’s just so much to do. exams are coming up, and i want to make sure i’m ready.”

mattheo reached out, taking one of your hands in his. his thumb brushed over the ink stains on your fingers, a small smile appearing on his lips. “you’re always ready. you’ve been studying harder than anyone else i know. but you don’t have to do it all at once, okay? you’re allowed to take care of yourself too.”

“who cares if i’m pretty if i fail my finals?”

“you’re so much more than that. and you’re not going to fail, love. but you need to listen to me.”

his words, though simple, hit you with a warmth that spread through your chest. it wasn’t that you didn’t know he cared — it was in the little things he did, the way he always brought you coffee when he knew you’d been up late, or the way he would sit with you in the library even if he had no work of his own, just to keep you company. but hearing it out loud, the way he expressed his concern for you, made your heart swell.

“okay,” glancing at the stack of book in front of you that still needed attention, you hesitated for a bit. but when you saw the expression on his face, you made up your mind. “let’s take a short brake.”

“that’s my clever girl.”

you let your boyfriend lead you out of the comfort of the school library, his slender fingers sneakily intertwining with yours to keep you close to him. the cool air hit your face the moment you stepped outside, and for the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe again. the tension in your system began to slowly disappear as you leaned closer to mattheo’s side, his warmth enveloping you in a new kind of comfort.

[boredzillenial]

Sick-fic Drabble

Themes: just some sick times fluff (def not a draft that’s been sitting too long), Marc taking care of reader, reader gender not specified

A.N: couldn’t find a gif I wanted to use so stole this from @my-secret-shame 😅, feelin in my flop era pls be patient 🥺

Sleep came in waves the last couple of days, fevers came and broke and came again. Inconclusive tests at the clinic had frustratingly sent you home with a “rest and drink lots of water” prescription. Finally you took your health in your own hands and decided if a prescription wasn’t an option then you’d hibernate through whatever the fuck this was while the boys were away.

You’d found a strong dose of over the counter meds to help you sleep, though exhaustion had you flopping onto the recliner before you could make it it to bed. The last thing you remembered was the pile of tissues in the tiny trash can beside you, the cold half eaten soup and the room temp pedialyte you failed to choke down. Finally, sweet dark relief washed through you as you lost consciousness. The sound of your favorite series a distant murmur in your congested ears.

Warmth surrounded you as you shift, and something snaked around you, arms? You feel heavy as you lean against a firm chest. Your eyes open for a moment to see Steven’s blurry face turn stern.

“Stevenstopit.” You groan. “ ‘m fine. Putme down.” You fidget a bit but the heaviness wrapped around you held you firm. A blanket? “Steve-“

“Not Steven. How long have you been like this.” His soft but short clipped tone furrows your brows as you try to focus on his face.

The slight downturn of his mouth, the lack of a snarky comment, “Marc?”

“Come on, how long?” He sets you down on the bed and presses his hand across your forehead.

“Since Monday?” You groan.

“Fucksake it’s Thursday baby, why didn’t you call me.” He gently brushed your mess of hair out of your face.

“Thought missions were important.” You rub your eyes and look up at him. As he came into focus you can finally see the full array of concern etched across his features.

“Not more important than you.” He sighs, “come on sit up. I could smell you when I walked in.” He pulls your wrinkled shirt over your head and tucks you back under the blanket.

You give him a halfhearted glare as a cough wracks your sore throat.

“You don’t have to do this. I can take care of myself.” Your grumble turns more into a croak as he pulls your bottoms off and tucks you back into bed.

He pauses, looks around the messy flat, then pins you with a raised brow and a smirk. “Yeah?”

You pull the blanket up to your chin and turn, “yeah…” you snuffle.

“Alright, I guess I just *won’t* run a bath then.” He shrugs and turns.

“Wait-“ you croak and tug on his hand. “Please I…” your scratchy throat didn’t make it any easier to swallow the last shred of pride you clung to. “That sounds nice…”

“No more sass?” His brow lowers but he looks to be fighting back a smirk.

“F-fine…” you nod and let go of his hand as you sniffle.

His lips quickly met your forehead before he went off to the bathroom. For a moment you worried about transmitting whatever you had to him till you remember Khonshu’s “gift” makes him not only heal fast and give him strength and speed. But it also means he never falls ill when the normal bugs everyone catches arrive in the spring and fall. “Must be nice.” You grumble as another bout of coughing shakes you.

“Say something?” He calls from the bathroom, his voice rising above the noise of the water.

“N-o.” You cough and roll your eyes. Sickness for days has stripped you of most patience and humor.

Time seemed to slow for the next hour or so as you fought to stay awake. The comfort of the mattress, the warmth of the blanket, Marc’s soft voice as he encourages you to stand and helps you to the bath. The heat from the water sank into your aching body as you settle in.

As the water cooled Marc lifts you from the tub, shivering and wet. “Just hang on-“ he wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabs his robe and draped it over your shoulders “- good enough come on.”

By the time you made it back to bed your teeth were chattering and body aching again. “T-thank you-“ you murmur, not looking forward to the cold sheets.

“Scoot, all the way-“ he encouraged softly before slipping in beside you and tugging you to his chest. Warmth radiated from him and sank into your feverish skin. “I’m not leavin’ till you feel better, promise-“ his voice rumbled in his chest as you laid against it.

Though doting wasn’t his strong suit, Marc stayed true to his word. Quietly one step ahead of your needs til the sickness left your body and you could show him just how grateful you were for it.

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