#They also tend to cuddle people for warmth

[just-a-ghost00]

A portrait of your ideal partner

Who's your ideal partner according to spirit? Do you think your vision of an ideal partner matches what the spirit realm reveals? Curious to find out ? Select one of the following characters. For each group, I divided the deck into 3 parts : major arcanas, court cards, other minor cards. The major arcanas will represent the archetypal qualities of the person, the court cards will represent their physical aspect and the other minor arcanas will represent aspects of their personality that are more hidden. The theme for this reading will be Disney's Lion King.

Group 1

Major arcana | The Chariot

The Chariot is associated with the sign of Cancer, ruled by the Moon and ruler of the 4th house. This archetype is water influenced. Qualities that would be associated with this archetype would be the following : dynamic, caring, understanding, compassionate, empathetic, proactive, loyal, observant, home body, family person, sensitive, dreamy, creative, moody, overly cautious, has pessimistic tendencies, can be clingy and manipulative, tends to overthink. Your ideal person according to spirit would be someone that is viewed by society as a good parental figure, someone that is a good listener and blends well within society. A person that doesn't cause trouble and understands the need of acting and thinking as one. If we take a very rigid approach to things, someone that as a man would be viewed as shy, reserved, loving and sensitive. A bit of a lover boy energy, maybe someone that wouldn't be considered as "manly" by society because of their pronounced sensitivity. A pure gentleman. If we consider "women" from society's point of view, a person that would be described as "feminine" : the typical loving mother archetype that people expect to stay at home watching over the kids and taking care of the house while being absolutely lovely and always pampered. Of course this is very cliché, but again, we're talking about archetypes. These tend to be stereotypes. Your ideal person could be someone that has a lot of artistic hobbies, someone that isn't afraid to express their emotions and be vulnerable in your presence. In terms of physical traits, a person that has a lot of softness to them. Someone young looking, with round features and curves, a fond smile and sparkling eyes. Maybe someone with curly hair or kind of a fairy look.

Court card | Queen of wands

In terms of physical traits, spirit sends us the image of someone rather feminine looking, with luscious hair and a lot of warmth to their presence. They could be someone of a different ethnicity than yours. Overall, a very solar type of person. Someone that, on the oustide, looks very approachable, sociable, outgoing. Even if they're not. So someone that smiles a lot, that looks very open in their posture. A person that wears very colorful and bold clothing. Someone that takes very good care of their body, that has a lot of sensuality. So probably a person that works out or does at least one physical activity as a hobby. Someone that appears as warm, comforting, confident. So, someone with a trusty back and big arms that would give you the best cuddles. There's also a fondness to their eyes. When you look at them, you instantly feel like you're melting. Everything about this person's aura or appearance is inviting and tempting, makes you feel incredibly warm and protected. Someone quite tall, with a solid and athletic build.

Minor arcana | 7 of pentacles

When it comes to their personality, spirit wishes for you someone incredibly patient and reserved. Someone mature, that will not be afraid to wait for you and support you. A person that takes things slow and carefully, methodically. That does not rush to conclusions, that does not lose their temper when faced with an issue. A person that takes rational decisions based on solid facts. Someone that is careful with their money, time, actions. That will provide you with a safe environment in which you can bloom at your own pace. A person that is loving and generous, reliable, understanding of your limits. Someone that will walk along side you instead of ahead of you. A person that isn't afraid to work hard to ensure a healthy connection. Someone calm, grounded, that will take your opinion into consideration and value you as a person. Someone you could safely envision a future with, having your own family, if that was something you wished. Because this person would have all the required qualities and strength to make a reliable and amazing parent.

Group 2

Major Arcana | Justice

Justice is commonly associated with the sign of Libra, ruled by Venus and ruler of the 7th house of partnership. This archetype is air influenced. Qualities that could be associated with this archetype are the following : analytical, fair, witty, diplomatic, sociable, charming, cooperative, rational, indecisive, has a tendency of overthinking, sensual, can be irrascible and sometimes carefree, can be extremely cutting with their words. If we take a societal approach of the Justice archetype, we have someone that would be viewed as irreproachable, perfect. Well established, professionally accomplished, always neatly dressed and prepared in any situation. Someone well educated, efficient in their work, well spoken, that cannot be tricked or easily manipulated. Someone that can sometimes be ruthless and cold, especially in business. A person that lives their life ruled by their head and not their heart. A person that has a tough shell that protects them and is not easily swayed by life's struggles. Someone that is loyal, protective and goes by the rules no matter what. A person that will stand up for what they believe in. Someone that can be admired by others because of their ethic and charisma. A person that never backs down and never gives up. But also someone that has a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders because of that.

Court card | Queen of swords

The queen of swords as physical traits depicts an image of someone that may look emotionally closed off, similarily to the Justice archetype. A person that may appear as cold from an external point of view. This may be someone that wears a lot of suits, clothing that isn't that colorful but rather tight fitting and gives a bit of a strict vibe. This person could wear glasses. Give off a bit of a nerd vibe as well. Someone that is elegant, graceful. Kind of a cold beauty vibe. I kinda pick up on a bit of a scorpionic energy as well. An intense gaze that could be highlighted by long lashes, very graphic eyeliner and so on. A very pale skin. A prominent jaw. A bit of a frown. Someone that doesn't smile a lot. That may have a bit of a "RBF". Someone that doesn't hold eye contact a lot. That may look like they look down on people when they're just lost in their thoughts. A person with long silky hair, rather dark hair. Definitely a beard for men. Someone that looks dignified, maybe a bit haughty. Someone that would look like they come from royalty because of how they walk, how they stand. A person that could be mistaken as a statue or a model. But still with a very feminine quality to them. A cold kind of sensuality that leaves you frozen in awe at how surreal they look.

Minor Arcana | Ace of wands

In terms of personality, this person would be way warmer than what they let on. A person that is extremely driven, ambitious, passionate. A person that is fun to be around and that encourages you in everything you do. A person that can be your best friend. Someone that always sees the bright side of things and brings out the best of you. Someone daring, charming, adventurous. A person that has a bit of a unique way of thinking, a very unique personality. A person that likes competition and challenges. Someone that would bring out your inner child. A person that would make you laugh, remind you of how beautiful you are. Someone horny and kinky AF. A bit of a child sometimes, especially around you. Someone that would be soft only for you. A person that maybe doesn't like PDA but who would gladly accept it if it made you happy. Someone that would give you butterflies with every smile, every stare, every touch. That would never cease to love you. A very exciting person to be with, someone that would help you celebrate yourself and life. A person that is a bit of a trickster and has a cocky attitude that you just cannot resist.

Group 3

Major Arcana | The Sun

The archetype of the Sun is associated with Leo, ruled by the sun and ruler of the 5th house. Qualities and traits associated with this archetype include the following : optimistic, confident, outgoing, ambitious, charming, charismatic, competitive, admired by many, succesful, has egotistical and narcisstic tendencies, can be jealous and possesive, creative, loyal, warm hearted, can be stubborn and arrogant, sometimes controlling, generous, sensual, protective, has great leadership qualities. Society could view this person as the epitome of success and perfection. This is someone that could be both admired and envied by people because of their qualities and life style. A lot of people would agree that your ideal partner has a lot of charm and can get anything they want in life partly because of their good looks and social skills. This is a person that could be described as a play boy/ play girl, a smooth talker. People could think that they get the pretty priviledge, among other things. From an outer point of view, I feel many people would misunderstand this person's nature because they would mainly focus on appearances without really trying to get to know them at their core. This could be a person that faces discrimination in all kinds of forms because of that. People would get easily intimidated by this person's looks and energy. The archetype of the Sun makes me think of someone popular, that tries to be friends with everyone, that may tend to people please to be loved and admired. A person that may fear being lonely and runs away from their solitude by surrounding themselves with people or keeping themselves busy. I also think of a person that would be very active in life in general because they have a lot of energy to spend, someone that would appear in public a lot and speak a lot, someone loud, colorful, bold. A person that would be the first to stand on a battle ground should it be needed. A person that causes a lot of chatter and rumours unintentionally.

Court cards | page of pentacles

When it comes to their physical appearance, your ideal partner according to spirit is someone that is rather simple and discreet. This person would dress neatly and take care of their body but they wouldn't put too much effort into it as this isn't their main priority. This would be someone rather young, possibly younger than you. Someone that physically doesn't appear as intimidating as people may portray them to be. Someone that looks rather stable and grounded, trustworthy and kind. A person with a shy smile and avoiding gaze, that may tend to bite their nails or play with the hem of their shirt in times of nervousness. If this person is viewed as attractive and beautiful by many, they play it down a whole lot. This would be a person that doesn't play with their appearance or try to emphasize their beauty. They would tend to hide a lot of their body, wear clothes that aren't as fitting and complimenting as to not draw attention. So maybe they'd wear oversized clothes, hoodies and hats to hide their face, actual masks even. Even if they may be wealthy, they wouldn't wear expensive clothes but rather very basic ones. This is someone that looks very humble and respectful. They may tend to look at their feet, hunch their back. They may wear headphones a lot or look avoidant. Regardless of their gender or ethnicity, this person would have a bit of a soft childlike vibe to them. Kind of a lost / head in the clouds student look. Their appearance would feel very natural. So no make up. No tattoos. No aesthetical surgery or excessive jewelry. They would have a very "basic" body shape. Something that doesn't stand out that much. They're not excessively muscular but they don't lack muscle. They're not excessively curvy but their body doesn't lack volume. A very balanced and proportionate body structure, same goes for facial features.

Minor Arcana | 6 of swords

When it comes to their personality traits, this would be someone that thinks a lot and always tries to weighs the pros and cons of a situation. Someone that is very thougthful and understanding of people's differences. This would be a person that is a good communicator and listener. Someone that is patient and soft, that would make sure that you are not left behind or feel "less than". This is a person that would think of you first and make sure you feel included. Someone versatile, empathetic, that can adapt to any situation. Someone capable of adapting your point of view, even if it may not always make sense to them, because they know how vital it can be for a relationship to find a common ground. A person that wouldn't be scared to leave behind everything they own and everything they know if it meant protecting and ensuring a healthy relationship. Someone that isn't afraid to set boundaries and cut ties with what doesn't serve them or the connection. A person that would prioritize quality time and communication. Someone that would be accepting of your differences, that would be reassuring and help you gain clarity in times of doubt. Someone that doesn't fear change and can bring change in the connection should it be needed. A calm and collected person, resilient person. Someone that wouldn't fear your past but wouldn't stay stuck on it either. A person with great analytical skills that could help you see things from a different perspective, broaden your mind and allow you to explore the depths of your ideas and visions. A person that would travel the world with you and wouldn't leave your side, no matter where you are or what you do. That would stick with you through thick and thin.

[elefishwrites]

Hihi, may I have the pleasure of reading some romantic shrimpo x reader hcs from you? Have a nice day !!

yes, yes you may! :D very kind anon here~☆

shrimpo's an incredibly charming character honestly- like yeah i know his whole gimmick is that he hates everyone but it sort of circles back around to being endearing for me xD

"hateful sweetheart" ★ shrimpo x GN reader hcs

pairing ❥ shrimpo x reader (dandy's world)

relationship ❥ romantic

reader's gender is not mentioned!

dividers by @/bumblethecat ⊹₊⟡⋆

♡ Shrimpo... Oh boy, Shrimpo

♡ Getting him to just not hate you is a challenge all its own, so if you're in a relationship with this shrimp, it means you're probably gonna need patience. Like, a lot of patience.

♡ But, once you're past that, it's surprisingly not the worst!

♡ He's not really used to being friendly with someone, much less being romantic, so he's gonna be... Awkward at times

♡ He probably talks about you really highly, but he does so in the same sort of condescending way he does about himself

♡ Like "[NAME] IS SO MUCH BETTER AT THIS THAN YOU!!! JUST GIVE UP, YOU'LL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS THEM!!!"

♡ He gets flustered really easily, so even something as small as holding hands in front of people is enough to have him refusing to make eye contact with you or anyone else in the room

♡ That said, PDA is usually a no-go unless it is something small like that. Being affectionate in front of other people is embarassing for him...

♡ Immediately on the opposite end of that, though, he's touch starved!

♡ Once you're behind closed doors he'll be a lot more open to affection

♡ He's actually very cuddly, but he's also very stubborn about it

♡ He doesn't like initiating because that means directly asking you for affection in most cases, so sometimes you'll just catch him staring at you with rosy cheeks and have to figure out what he wants from there

♡ On the occasion he does put aside his own pride long enough to ask he'll always yell about how he hates being cold or something, literally anything not to admit he just likes your touch

♡ He prefers positions where you can both wrap your arms around each other, but he doesn't really mind as long as you two are close together!

♡ Onto something completely unrelated, you have to stop him from fighting people a lot

♡ You've become the individual the other toons go to whenever Shrimpo's about to try and beat someone

♡ You always have to grab him and drag him away from whatever confrontation he's in to go calm him down. He'll struggle around and grumble at you the whole time, but he won't try to get away when you let him go...

♡ Everyone is confused as to how you can keep him pacified; You're the only one who's been able to do so without sustaining some variety of injury

♡ You're also usually the one to tend to any cuts or bruises he sustained during the altercation. If you didn't know how to dress a wound before, you're about to learn!

♡ Shrimpo really loves you, even though he's bad at showing it sometimes. He's really trying, please be patient with him!

"...I HATE BEING COLD."

You blinked, looking up from what you had been doing to be met with the flushed frowning face of your partner.

Shrimpo glared at you, though his eyes held no malice; If anything, there was something expectant in them.

You stared back, searching through your brain for what possibly he could want. Seconds passed with nothing but silence between you two, and from an outside perspective, one could easily assume you two were locked in a standoff.

It clicked after a bit. He wanted to cuddle!

You asked him as such with a smile, offering him a seat beside you.

He grumbled something you couldn't make out as he moved to slide in next to you. He didn't object when you wrapped your arms around him, nor did he when you gently pulled him against you.

He sat there for a moment, content to simply bask in your warmth, before slowly returning your embrace.

His grip was tight, just enough so to be secure but not uncomfortable.

...You weren't going anywhere for a while. You didn't mind though. You were happy in each others' arms, even though one of you probably wouldn't ever admit that.

You mumbled out an "I love you" which was met with a huff and a "I HATE HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU TOO."

With that, you both fell into a comfortable silence, which would soon become snores as you drifted off to sleep.

He wasn't cold anymore.

[oinkinpigprince]

Alan x reader cuddling headcanons plz :3

>:33

Allan cuddling headcanons

He’s very stiff, doesn’t really cuddle and show a lot of intimacy to people. Sure, Allan’s had a lot of one night stands but he’s also not great at giving nor receiving actual love

Once Allan relaxes after a little bit he tends to hug you REALLY tight, like tighter than you’d think from him. It’s subconscious and just likes to feel you close to him

He also might be trying to steal your warmth, Allan seems like a person who’s ALWAYS cold. So if you’re warm blooded he LOVES to hold you tight to him to feel off your heat, like a snake

It’s kinda rare if hes in the mood for hugs, he hates interacting w/ anyone after work so it’s usually when you two finally lay down to rest. You’ll scoot over to him with the cutest puppy dog eyes, usually he’ll just kiss you goodnight and roll over but sometimes he just wants to have you in his arms

He prefers being the big spoon, just having something in his arms is nice. Or if you wanna hold him he prefers to be face to face, in your chest with your head resting on his. Usually though you two just lay back to back

Doesn’t mind you laying on top of him, either on his back or stomach. Allan just lays there while you get comfy and he’ll play on his phone. Or you crawl into his lap while watching a tv show

Allan DOES enjoy cuddling in the winter a lot more than the summer. In the winter he likes to have blankets and blankets piled on top you two. It’s nice and warm and he just holds you in his arms while watching movies

If you sit in his lap while he’s doing something he might subconsciously rock you back and forth gently, he doesn’t realize he’s doing to but sometimes you accidentally fall asleep to it, baby reflexes.

[skzdarlings]

04. sharing a bed series ; skz ; hyunjin

masterlist.

sharing a bed series part 4/8. because it’s the cheesiest most classic trope and it’s FUN. -

pairing: hwang hyunjin/reader content info: sexual content. friends2lovers, sharing a bed trope. penetrative sex n the pull out method lol. also hyunjin n reader were drugged the night before, premise is based around them getting married in vegas under the influence and not remembering how it happened in the morning. drama llama antics ensue.

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Hyunjin has the heart of a sentimental corvid; he loves his people, but he’s weird and sneaky about it.  His propensity for dramatics is only in certain situations and the rest of the time he is quiet and tends to balk at grand displays.   He definitely does not like cuddling or hugging.  He will only begrudgingly suffer through it when his more physically affectionate friends get the bright idea to attack him with their loving arms. 

So you are wildly confused when you wake up in your hotel room with Hyunjin plastered to you, hugging you so tightly that you are halfway convinced he glued himself there.  His chin is nestled on your shoulder, his breath coming softly against your neck.  The hood of his grey sweatshirt is pulled over his head but some of his long blonde hair still falls on your face.  You blow at it unsuccessfully, getting some in your eye.  He holds you tighter.   

What the hell?

You arrived in Las Vegas yesterday and while most of last night is a foggy blur, you do remember the room had two twin beds.  Sure enough, there is a second bed just a few feet from yours, the covers completely untouched.  The neatly made bed is a stark contrast to the mess of your bed: the duvet sliding off the foot, the pillows on the floor, the bedding partially untucked.  All the sheets are wrapped around your body like a cocoon while a shivering Hyunjin clings to you, presumably for warmth.    

You try to roll over but your bedsheet-burrito has you trapped, never mind Hyunjin’s death grip of a spoon. 

“Hyunjin,” you whisper.  “I can’t breathe.”

He grumbles and squeezes you, making you squeak.

“Hyunjin,” you say, a bit louder.  “Wake up.”

He groans in his sleep and buries his face further in your neck.  His nuzzling sends shivers shooting down your spine. 

“Hyunjin.”  It comes out like a croak.   You try wriggling your shoulders.  “Hyunjin, wake up!” 

He makes a disgruntled sound but doesn’t move.

“Oh my god,” you say.  “How are you such a bitch even when sleeping? Wake up!” 

When he stays sleeping, you are forced to take drastic action.  You turn your face and blow, hard.   His face scrunches up and he finally stirs. 

“Ew,” he says, slowly blinking his eyes open.  His mouth draws into a sour pout, his brow tight.  “Stop.  Your breath is so disgusting.”

“Ahem.”

He makes a fist and rubs his eyes.   His dark brows are still furrowed but there is modicum of clarity when he looks at you.  It takes a minute to fully register your proximity, his eyes flicking here and there.  Finally, they open wide.  

With remarkable speed, Sleepy Hyunjin concedes leeway to Drama Queen Hyunjin.   He mewls like a frightened cat, ripping away so quickly that it knocks the air out of you with an oof. 

“What—” he starts.

He is interrupted when his thrashing makes him slide.  You are still bundled in your bedsheet-prison and can only watch as the clumsy oaf slides backwards right off the bed.  All those long limbs make a frantic windmill as he shrieks on his way down, hitting the floor with a heavy crash and groan. 

“You okay?” you ask. 

“Ugh,” he replies.   “My head.”

“Are you dying?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.  Well, when you’re done, come help me.”

His hand appears first, thumping onto the messy bed.  His head follows with an exhausted peek over the mattress.  His hood has fallen back and his long hair is infuriatingly neat considering everything.  Hyunjin is so beautiful that it is ridiculous.  All he does is run his long fingers through his hair, shake his head a little, and he looks picture perfect. 

“You’re staring,” he says with a scowl. 

“It’s because you’re so ugly,” you say. 

“Liar,” he says.  He makes a V with his fingers and licks between them.  “I’m sexy and you love me.” 

He is correct, so it is only natural that you try biting him.    

You chomp at him when he approaches, threatening to bite his fingers when they get too close to your face.  He pinches your nose between two knuckles and squeezes.

“Hyunjiiiiin, staaawp,” you say in a nasally whine.

He does, but only after playfully snapping his own jaws in your direction. 

“I should just leave you here and have a peaceful day,” he says.

“I’ll kill you and bury you in the desert.”

“Gross.  Can’t you bury me on the strip?”

“I’m gonna feed your carcass to some desert scorpions.”

“Ew.” 

It takes some effort, but Hyunjin manages to find where your blanket-burrito starts.  He grabs it and tugs like the annoying bimbo he is.  Your protest comes too late and he whips the blanket open, sending you flying off the bed.  You land with a heavy thud of your own. 

“Oops,” he says.  He rustles through the sheets to peer over the edge of the bed.  “Are you okaaaa—whaaaat are you wearing?”

You were already dizzy before Hyunjin decided to throw you around like a human tennis ball, but now it’s even worse. 

You have no idea what happened last night but it clearly involved a hit of something way, way, way stronger than usual.  It takes you a minute to come back to reality.  After shaking your head a few times, you are able to push yourself into a sitting position.  You finally look down.

You freeze. 

“Hyunjin,” you say.  “What the fuck am I wearing?”

“That’s what I just—”

“Hyunjin.  What the fuck am I wearing?!”

It is an utterly useless question because it is abundantly obvious that you are wearing a wedding dress.   A big, poofy, princess wedding dress with giant puffed up 1980s sleeves and enough cleavage on display that Hyunjin almost falls off the bed because he is tilting his head so much. 

You yank up the skirt as if that will offer any answers.  You find a pair of white stockings, one still neatly clipped to a thigh garter and the other halfway down your calf.   You stare at that stocking for a long moment, the vaguest recollection of something fighting its way through the fog of your druggy, drunk memory.   

“Uh,” Hyunjin says. 

You look up at him but his eyes are downturned to his own wrist.  You look there, your own eyes widening when you see what he sees. 

Your missing garter is looped around his wrist like a silky white bracelet. 

An image comes flooding back.  The periphery is still in smog, but you distinctly remember Hyunjin kneeling in front of you, gathering his long hair into a ponytail as he smirked up at you.  You remember him lifting your skirt, his head disappearing under the pile of white lace. 

You look at each other at the same time.  Did he just have the same memory?  Does he remember more?  You have no idea and you can’t bring yourself to ask.  Your voice is shot to hell, swallowed up by the heart that seems to have jumped into your throat.   

The silence is tense.  It is hotter than the desert in here. 

“We didn’t…?” he finally says, pointing between the two of you. 

“No way,” you say.  It sounds very uncertain. 

He lifts his other hand to tuck some hair behind his ears.  That’s when you see it.  Hyunjin wears so many rings so often that you completely missed it at first.   But right now his hands are bare save for one unfamiliar ring in a very particular spot. 

Hyunjin follows the trajectory of your horrified gaze and freezes when he spots the wedding ring.  He slaps a hand over his mouth, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. 

“Oh my god,” you say.  You are afraid to check your own hand but it is imperative.   Hyunjin looks at you, his shocked hand still covering his mouth.  Together, you watch as your hand shakily rises out of the pile of white princess lace. 

There is a wedding ring on your finger too. 

You and Hyunjin scream at the same time, him clapping both hands over his ears as he hollers and you shaking your head and kicking your feet.  After your mini-freak out, you wave your hands to silence him.

“Stop, stop!” you say.  “It’s okay.  Be calm.  Be quiet.  This is okay.”

“We got married,” he wails, dragging his fingers down his face.  “My mom is gonna kill me.” 

“Your mom?  YOUR MOM?  Hyunjin, I’m gonna kill you before you even leave this city, so don’t fucking worry about your mom.”  You mime throttling him because he is too far to reach. 

Hyunjin flops down on the bed.  He lays on his back with his arms folded like he is ready to be mummified. 

“Oh my gawd,” he says.  “Oh my gawwwd…”

“Look, we might not have even done it,” you say.  It takes a lot of effort and you fall on your ass twice, but you manage to stagger ungracefully to your feet.  “Some rings and a dress don’t mean anything.  We were probably just goofing around.  What do you remember?” 

He is still in a mummification pose, his eyes closed.   

“Nothing,” he says.  He frowns.  “No, wait.  You were hitting on some ugly bitch of a man and didn’t listen to me, as usual, and the loser put something in your drink so I drank it to prove a point.  But then you still drank it because you’re the worst, and I dragged you out of there.”  He covers his face with both hands.  “Then we got married and ruined our lives.” 

“Okay, the last part you don’t know for sure,” you say.  You stumble around the bed.  “I’m gonna go wash up and clear my head and sort this out, because there’s no way we—”  You stop when you spy something sitting on the television stand.  It takes a few clumsy steps to reach, but you get there.

“Uh oh,” you say.

“Is that a marriage certificate?”  Hyunjin asks.

“No.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“Yes.” 

“Cool.”  He rolls over so he is facedown on the bed, his voice muffled by the messy blankets.  “I love this.”

“I’m gonna… go… wash up still,” you stay.  You sigh and gather up your dress to stomp over to the bathroom door. 

“Brush your teeth,” Hyunjin says.  “Your breath is gross.” 

“I hope you suffocate over there and make me a widow.”  You close the door with a pointed shove. 

You want to disobey him on principle, but there is a truly nasty taste in your mouth so you brush your teeth before anything else.  You avoid your reflection for as long as possible because the crazed madwoman in the mirror is a terrifying sight to behold. 

You reckon with her monstrous appearance eventually, tidying up as best you can.   You remove the stockings and garter, gulping when the memory returns.  You splash a lot of cold water on your face and it helps ground you. 

Just as you begin to feel cleansed, you feel an itch on your throat.  You crane your neck and tentatively touch the sensitive indentation, the raised bruising of a hickey.   Touching it awakens another memory, one that strikes hot at your core. 

Hyunjin.  You.  This hotel room.  He pressed you against the door and caged you in, forearms on either of your head.  Despite his presence looming over you, you did not feel nervous.   You touched him as if that intimacy was something you always shared.  You remember him cupping your face in one hand and turning your head, him kissing you softly on your temple and cheek, him breathing lightly over your throat before sucking a hard kiss under your jaw.  He was all teeth and tongue, drawing moans out of you while you bucked against him.   You remember him grinding against you, remember him pinning you to the door.   You remember stringing your arms around his neck and him picking you up, then it all goes black again.   

You turn away from the mirror, still holding your neck. 

Did you… no.

Did you?

No.

You didn’t fuck Hyunjin.  No way.  You would have remembered that much.  If nothing else, there would be evidence now.  A used condom or a mess somewhere, a twinge between your legs.  You are both fully dressed.  You even have underwear on.  It’s not the underwear you were wearing when you first left the hotel room, but it is underwear nonetheless. 

One thing is certain; you did not go that far. He took a bite out of you and carried you to the bed where you probably passed out.  How you got into a blanket-burrito, you are not sure, but at least it protected your dignity.  Whatever was left of it, at least. 

You step out of the bathroom only to walk straight into a pacing Hyunjin.   You bonk heads and cuss each other out, swatting the other person out of your way. 

He walks over to the bathroom and is about to step inside when you release a sigh. 

“I have a hickey,” you say.   

He pauses in the bathroom doorway. 

“You gave it to me,” you add. 

You cross your arms when he turns around, his gaze suddenly too hard to meet.  You tap your foot and stare at the wall. 

“I know,” he says.  “I remember it.” 

That draws your attention.  You look right at him and plant your hands on your hips. 

“Well, what else do you remember?” you ask. 

“I—I—ugh!  This is so annoying!  Ugh!”  He grabs his head and shakes it like a snow globe. 

His stupid beautiful hair is barely ruffled and he still looks amazing when he surfaces.  He runs his teeth over his plump bottom lip and you suddenly remember him grabbing your face with both hands, him smiling at you as a hot breeze fluttered around you, him holding you steady as he planted a big, wet kiss on you.  It makes your whole body lock with tension, barely paying attention to the Hyunjin in front of you now, the Hyunjin on the verge of a meltdown as he intentionally smacks his head against the doorway. 

“We came back here,” he says.  His whole face is scrunched up with disgust like he just ate something bad.  “Then I gave you that.”  He slaps a hand over his face.  “Then you… tried…”  He puts the other hand on his face too.

“I tried what?” you ask, heat creeping your neck. 

“You put your hand down my pants,” he croaks, hands over his eyes.  “I said we should wait until morning and you started crying.  I think you tried to give me a lap dance while crying, actually.”  That does sound like you, drugged or not.  “Then I…”  He points to the messy bed.  “I wrapped you in the sheet to protect your honour.”   

“My honour?  Ewwww.  Don’t call it that.”

“I’m gonna go drown myself in the shower.” 

“Hyunjin, wait.”

Once more, you stop him before he crosses the door.  He sighs and his shoulders deflate.  Pushing a hand through his hair, he turns around.

“What?” he says. 

“I’ll take care of this, okay,” you say gently.  “We weren’t ourselves.  Thank you… for taking care of me.  Seriously.” 

He sniffs and looks aside, the tips of his ears turning red.  You try to ignore the pitter-patter of your heart.  

“It’s Vegas,” you say.  “I bet they have drive-through divorces.  I’m just… I’m just sorry this happened.” 

“You are?” he says, staring at the ground. 

“Of course,” you say with as much sincerity as you can muster.  “Hyunjin, I know you.  You’re a goofy old romantic.  I’m sure you’re not happy about your first technical marriage happening while you were drugged up, and to someone you don’t even love.  Right?”

He looks a little panicked when he meets your gaze.  It flashes in his eyes for a second, then he looks away.  He crosses his arms protectively over his chest.    

“Hyunjin,” you say.  It feels like someone just lit fireworks in your chest.  “You… don’t… love me, right?” 

There is a long moment of silence then he throws both hands in the air. 

“Why do you say it like that?” he demands.  “Would it be that bad if I did?”

“What.” Your jaw falls open.  “You love me?”   

“Unfortunately, yes.  Sorry for inconveniencing you with my goofy romantic feelings.”  He snarls at you.  “It just happened.  If I could have stopped it, I would have, but I can’t.  So live with it.” 

“What kind of love confession is this?  You’ve watched like a million romance dramas and that’s what you come up with?”

“I’m a painter, not a poet.  Good-bye.”  He is quick this time, jumping into the bathroom and slamming the door closed.   

It leaves you standing there, jaw still hanging open. 

Hyunjin loves you. 

Of course Hyunjin loves you.  How could you be so stupid?  All this time, you had yourself convinced your best friend was unattainable because he’s the most gorgeous creature on earth, but all this time he loved you and you didn’t even notice.   He drank a drugged drink just to protect you.  He got a bit nutty in the head and married you, but even at his most fucked up, some intrinsic part of him sprung to your defense.  No matter how out of his mind, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything that could potentially hurt you. 

Oh my god.  

Hyunjin loves you.  You love Hyunjin. 

You are pacing when Hyunjin exits the bathroom and smacks into you.  You bonk heads and curse, again, then he brushes past without saying anything more.  You watch him go to the clean bed, watch him fold back the covers.   He takes off his hoodie and his pants.  Despite how many times you have casually dressed down around each other, this time you find yourself looking away, hot in the face.   When you look back, he is in a t-shirt and his boxers, sliding under the covers. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, fiddling with your thumbs.

“Going back to sleep,” he says.  “I’m tired.”  

He doesn’t look at you once.  He rolls onto his side and faces the wall, laying stiff as a board. 

You touch a finger to the mark on your neck and shiver.

“Hyunjin,” you say, to which he just grunts in reply.  “I want to sleep too.  I’m sorry, but can you help me with the dress?” 

He exhales and closes his eyes, shoulders dropping, but then he flips the covers down and gets out of bed.   He still doesn’t meet your gaze.   His strides are long and quick and, before you can blink, he is in front of you. 

You open your mouth to speak but he grabs you and spins you around.  It feels like an electric zap from your heart to your pussy, hands instinctively clutching your chest in surprise. 

You can feel him fiddling with a few buttons, muttering expletives to himself.   

He is still wearing the ring.  So are you. 

“Hyunjin,” you say softly.  “I love you too.” 

He has his fingers on the zipper.  He stops. 

“What?” he asks.  He stops touching you entirely so you look back at him.  He is tucking hair behind both ears, shaking his head.  “Don’t just… say it,” he says, still staring sideways.  “That’s worse than not hearing it.” 

“Hyunjin,” you say.  At least he looks at you this time, even if it is with uncharacteristic uncertainty.  You smile at him.  “Unzip me please.” 

You turn back around, chewing on your bottom lip.  

It takes a second, but Hyunjin does what you asked.  You feel one hand on your back, the other circling the zipper.  He tugs it down slowly and you shiver as the cool air conditioned air kisses your back.  His fingers brush your bare skin when releasing the zipper.

“Thank you,” you say, glancing back at him. 

He nods curtly and spins around.  You smile, watching him march back to the bed.   You turn your back to him when you let the dress drop, then you remove your bra.  His open luggage is nearby so you slip a t-shirt out of the suitcase.  It smells like him, his favourite cologne, and that alone gets you hot.  

With a final tug on the hem of the t-shirt, you turn and walk up to the bed he is in.  He is sitting upright but under the covers, his hands folded neatly in his lap while he stares at you. 

“Can I sleep here too?” you ask.  “The other bed is a mess.”

He nods.  A second ago, he refused to look at you and now he can’t stop staring.  It makes you grin, beaming at him as you slide under the covers. 

“You’re staring,” you say. 

“I’m not,” he lies, still staring at you.  He slumps against the headboard and slides down until he is laying flat.  His hair pools around him on the pillow.  Ridiculously gorgeous man. 

You lean over him, staring back.  You rest a hand on his chest and can feel his heart palpitating as quickly as your own. 

“You are staring,” you say, then giggle a little because his expression is still wide-eyed.  “You look like you’ve never seen a woman in bed before, and I know that’s not true.”   

You say it jokingly but he doesn’t laugh.  He tilts his head, his expression softening.  His tongue touches his upper lip then he smiles at you. 

“Not like this,” he says with heart-stopping sincerity.  “Not you.  Not… my wife.” 

Oh god.   People always act like there is something supremely unsexy about wife or husband, some stagnant nothingness that kills sex appeal.  But the second he says that word, it feels like an electric storm ignites between the two of you.   His gaze is dark, his breathing hard, his heart still pounding under your palm.  You suck in a deep breath, a shuddering release.  You are already aching. 

“Hyunjin,” you whisper. 

His hand comes up and cups your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.  It passes over your bottom lip and tugs at it.  It feels like you have a heartbeat between your legs. 

“Fuck,” you say, and swing yourself over him. 

He makes a noise the second you are straddling him, both his hands dropping to hold your hips.   You lean down, your hands on either side of his head.  His eyes are already closed when you start kissing him.  You rock against him, feel him getting harder in his boxers as his hands run up and down your thighs. 

The kiss breaks for a second, just to breathe, and he sighs. 

“Good,” he says.  “You brushed your teeth.”

“You are soooo…”  You try to sound annoyed but it’s impossible.  He laughs, his eyes crinkling with mirth.  “Ughhh, the worst!” 

You roll off him as if you have any intention of denying him, but he doesn’t give you a chance to tease him.   He just follows, rolling on top of you so it’s you pinned under him, the weight of him between your open legs.   He goes right back to kissing you, taking his time, almost torturously slow while pressed so intimately against you.  He licks into your mouth, nips at your bottom lip, steals your breath and comes back for more. 

“Hyunjin.”  You are out of breath.  You grab his face with both hands, gasping against his open mouth. 

“Mm?” he replies, pecking your lips. 

A part of you thinks you could lie in bed all day doing nothing but kiss Hyunjin.  Just a small part.  The rest of you is burning up with the need for much, much more. 

“Make love to me,” you whisper.  His breath stutters.  “Please,” you say.

He nods frantically.  If you weren’t so hazy with want, it might have made you laugh.  As it is, you string your arms around his neck and pull him down for another kiss.  This one gets heated quickly, wet and sloppy and pressed messily to the corner of your mouths, your hands moving over each other, trying to find the hems of your shirts without breaking apart. 

It happens in a frenzy, but you somehow get down to just your underwear.  His boxers land on the lamp and the shirts could have flown out the window for all that you care.  He is laving kisses all over your body and you are so wound up that you get a little teary, arching under him and tugging on his hair. 

“Hyunjin, please,” you say, dragging your nails up his back.  “I need you.”

He looks up at you.  You smile and bite your lower lip.

“I need my husband,” you say.

You are pretty sure you can visibly see his brain short-circuiting.   The next second, he is fully above you, pulling your panties down your hips.  It stays hooked around one ankle but the thought of it leaves your mind quickly.   He slides his hands under your thighs and spreads you open, leaning down to kiss you as he finally eases inside you.   

You both look down at where he inside you.  It feels like your clit is jumping for attention, your whole body shaking when he gently rubs you there while sinking fully in. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” he says, mostly to himself once he fully inside you.  He closes his eyes and breathes a little harder.  “Don’t move,” he says.  He leans down so his chest is against yours, your faces close.  “If you do, this is gonna be over really quickly.”

“Really?” you say with a giggle, pleased he is as unravelled as you. 

He just nods, his eyes still closed.  You kiss his cheek and hold the back of his neck, stroking there lightly and giving him a minute. 

“Feels good,” you say, because it does, even just like this, pressed so tightly together, him so full and hard inside you. 

He just groans, dropping his face to the crook of your neck and shoulder.  You rake your fingers through the hair at his nape when he rocks a testing thrust into you.  You have only just adjusted when those hips starting rocking with fluid determination, rolling steady and deep.  He feels almost impossibly good inside you, driving you into the mattress again and again. 

“Oh my god,” you squeak, putting both arms around his neck and clinging tight.  “Hyunjin.”

He just makes noise, unintelligible sounds that make him sound crazy despite how deftly he is moving.  You feel a bit crazy yourself, blinking at him with your mouth open when he lifts his head.   He kisses you, swallowing up your gasping moans, and presses his forehead to yours.  For someone who claimed to be close, he lasts a long time at a steady pace, the subtle, corded muscles of his slender frame holding taut as he moves. 

“Touch yourself,” he says, and kisses you without waiting for an answer. 

You kiss him back, very messily at that, but you do what he said.  You lick your fingertips and slide that shaking hand between your bodies, getting yourself off just seconds before his hips get erratic and he has to pull out.  He strokes himself to completion just over you, coming on your thighs.  He manages to reserve his strength long enough to gather you in his arms and roll over.  He guides you to rest on top of him, your face in his sweaty neck and your rising-and-falling chest against his own. 

“Why haven’t we been doing that for years?” you mumble. 

He laughs, his hand flying to his face to cover his mouth while he giggles.   The ring catches your eye and you reach for that hand.   He gets quiet, watching you. 

You lace your fingers with his, looking at the ring then looking up at him. 

“We’re a little crazy if we stay like this,” you say. 

He leans in and kisses you for so long that you almost forget what you were saying.  You remember when he smiles down at you, when he squeezes your hand, when he leans in and says, “That’s okay.  I like a little crazy.” 

In agreement, you smile back. 

[chilschuck]

Chilchuck is canonically very warm and perfect cuddle size! Izutsumi uses him as a cuddle buddy/sleep partner for this (he got annoyed and tried to send her to someone else, but after trying all the other members and Laios petting her, Chilchuck had her come back and accepted his life as a cat bed. he is a Dad through and through.)

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT HOW CANONICALLY CUDDLY HE IS I MELT. WAHHHH ANON i think about this so much. also him accepting his life as a cat bed and just being so Dad about it makes me insane. like i said earlier this man is detrimental to my health. speaking of this!!! here’s some thoughts hehe

— CHILCHUCK: cuddle hcs.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw fluff + gn!reader.

✦ If you’re a cold-natured person, Chilchuck is a blessing to have. You already knew he was apparently very warm due to how much Izutsumi enjoys seeking him out, so you let your thoughts wonder. The first time you asked to share his bedroll with him, you couldn’t help but be amused at his reaction. (To say you caught him off-guard was an understatement.)

✦ After he recovered from his coughing spell at your request, he flustered. Great, so now he’s becoming the party’s new teddy bear? No thanks. But then you made that expression that always made him weak in the knees and chest and gods. He bites his tongue, letting out a defeated sigh. Maybe just this once. You did tend to get cold a lot…

✦ If you’re a tall-man, (or just have a height advantage over him, lol) you wonder what it would be like to hold him similar to how Izutsumi does. Sleeping with him so closely means odds are one of you is going to end up pulling the other in. Being the taller one, you find yourself curling up with him nuzzled into your chest. I can imagine he’s reluctant at first, but when he finally lets himself relax, he melts.

✦ If you’re a half-foot like he is, or without that height advantage, he’s the big spoon. Either that, or you end up burying yourself into his neck to steal his warmth. I can imagine Chilchuck likes to feel like a protector when it comes to you, as he’s used to having people’s lives on his shoulders. But one night, make him be the little spoon, telling him you just want to hold him for once. (Watch the high curve of his ears turn pink, lol.)

✦ Chilchuck comes to expect you cuddling with him every night. It comes time for the party to retire and he’s already subconsciously lifting his blanket for you to join him. Point it out one day and he’s sputtering out excuses with rosy cheeks. Gods, don’t think so hard about it. You’re cold, aren’t you? You’ll probably hear him grumble a good bit.

✦ He’s very mindful you’re there with him. Last thing he wants is to be a lackluster cuddle partner. And to accidentally make you stop coming to his bedroll.

✦ Probably the deepest sleep he’s gotten in a while. You just make him feel so relaxed, and the physical touch and affection is something he’s been craving for so long. Don’t expect him to admit that to you, though.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[watercurtaincave]

OMG YOUR WRITING MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!11!!

I was thinking about something like pampering Macaque up?? with cuddles, kissing, gifts. I feel like he deserves it a lot even if he might not accept it so well at first:]

𖤓 !! — Pampering Macaque ♡ Macaque / reader (also thank you for the compliment! :3 I try to write to make people happy)

𖤓 !! — Macaque is the type of guy who doesn't let people close to him, at least not as close as he would want people to be. Funny enough, just like Wukong does, he tends to keep people at arms length; close enough to feel your warmth and enjoy you being here, but now close enough to where you could hurt him. Ever. He was not planning to go through the pain he has felt before, not ever in his life time.

𖤓 !! — So being able to pamper him like this, where his head was on your lap and you were slowly running your hair treatment into his hair took years of effort to achieve. Dare say, it was one of your greatest achievements; being able to slowly help Macaque heal over his past scars and learn to trust your bond, to trust you and your touch and your thoughts that he couldn't read.

𖤓 !! — It took a while for him to trust you, and it hurt at first.

𖤓 !! — You first met Macaque when MK had, in that day he decided to attack the city with his giant ghost self. Of course, no one knew it was just him until MK would tell everyone it is (after having to fight it). And you would assume, much like the rest, that Macaque was some sort of evil villain that like taunted MK at any chance he got! With big scary shadow hims, and shadow plays where he would capture the souls of MK's friends (including you at the time) and then used them to attack MK, to even hunting down MK and Wukong while you all were trying to get the three rings to forge the Samadhi fire.

𖤓 !! — And it was on that mission, after being stuck in a duplicate van that Macaque made to trick half the team, that you realized something about Macaque. It was an odd thing, though he had his own weird way of helping whenever he could. His own weird backwater way of helping MK get stronger, of helping MK see things that Wukong won't teach him, of training MK to be ready for whatever will be thrown his way.

𖤓 !! — And then something in your heart gave a tug; you had to get to know Macaque.

𖤓 !! — This wouldn't happen until later, sadly, while everyone was preparing to fight the Azure Lion and end his rule as Jade Emperor. While you should have been training with MK, Mei, Wukong, and the others, you found yourself trying to hang around Macaque all you could. When partners were needed, you were the first to call dibs on Macaque (despite the odd looks he gave you). When lunch and dinner times rolled around, you tried sitting near Macaque to strike up a conversation (usually it was only you talking). When discussing the plan, you sat on the floor near Macaque (but not too near as to make it weird).

𖤓 !! — It was safe to say your efforts were noticed by everyone.

𖤓 !! — Though Macaque didn't appreciate the steadfast approach you took to trying to 'get to know him'. He found it off-putting at your sudden interest, and he couldn't help but scowl every time you spoke his name or came near. Why would anyone take such notice of a shadow, one, and two why wouldn't you get the hint that he wasn't interested in striking up any sort of conversation? He wasn't interested in having a conversation or any sort of relationship with you. Why couldn't you just leave him alone?

𖤓 !! — But you didn't, you were as stuck in his hair like a flea and it left some sort of bittersweet taste in his mouth. Why would anyone care so much about him? Why, out of everyone, did you run over to make sure he was okay when the fight was over? You could have gone to anyone else, MK, Wukong, Mei, anyone! But why him? And why did his heart give a beat when he saw you rush over to him and frantically check for any wounds. And why when he pushed you away did you let out a sigh of relief and thanked the Jade Emperor that he was okay?

𖤓 !! — He kind of questioned if you were okay or not.

𖤓 !! — Even more so when after all the battling, when the world returned to normal, you kept up your antics: Such as, at the beach party, when Macaque had came in "uninvited" (you had invited him against Sun Wukong's wishes) and was just laying on the beach chair next to Wukong, you had came over. Macaque hoped if he didn't acknowledge you or anyone else at this party than we would have been left alone, but he guessed that was asking for too much. Especially from you. "Hey, Macaque, you want some shish kabobs? They're fresh off the grill!" Yet you're chirping voice still hit his ears, and your proud smile made his glance away. He would let out a grumble before he sat up and took one of you, reluctantly, and decided just to nibble on it here and there. He was about to turn you away, expected you wanted some sort of praise for searing the meat right, but you didn't even asked. You simply smiled, told him to enjoy the food, and walked off despite Wukong having been obviously eyeing the meat skewers in your hands and loudly complaining as you passed by him without a second thought.

𖤓 !! — And Macaque hated to admit it, but your continuous efforts were king of paying off.

𖤓 !! — Slowly, you two grew close enough where he began to seek our your company and you would happily accept it; whenever, where ever, despite what you were doing and who you were talking to. You almost instantly dropped it to make sure he was okay, first, and then just to hang out with him. And it felt nice being wanted. It felt nice being with you. You felt nice and you made him feel nice.

𖤓 !! — Dammit, you snuck your way into his heart.

𖤓 !! — And he wasn't sure when he had agreed to let you pamper him, or how he found himself standing in between your thighs in the dim bathroom light. It was nearly midnight and you had been doing your skin care routine; he came in seeking cuddles and instead found himself softly purring as you massaged his face with your face creams and gels. This might have to be a regular thing.

𖤓 !! — Later in the night, after you had taken your shower and washed your hair, you somehow coaxed Macaque to come and lay his head on your lap. He had noticed that your hair was done up tight, how it had an odd texture and light refraction to it, and he had questioned it. He had never thought you would had started putting those creams and masks onto his hair as well, talking him through it every step of the way to make sure he was comfortable.

𖤓 !! — "And this one smells like coconut," Macaque heard your oh-so-lovely voice from above him as you scooped out some of your hair mask. He had heard you speak about them before to Mei and MK, explaining to them how they could use it during a sleep over and Mei being excited because she had heard so much of the brand you were using! And then Macaque may or may not have researched the product, and it's brand, and realized how much you were actually spending on these hair care and skin care stuff. "You know you don't have to.." He couldn't help but mumble as his eyes glanced up to yours before faltering and looking away. You had already began rugging the mask in your hands so you could properly apply it. Though you paused as soon as his words left his mouth, confused and slightly concerned. "Do you not want to?" You would ask and he heard the twinge in your voice. And he wasn't sure how to tell you that you didn't need to waste your expensive things on him, because he really didn't feel like he deserved it.

𖤓 !! — He expected you to be upset, to be sad that he didn't want you to do this special bonding moment you've done with everyone else. He silently thought you were going to blame him for not being 'open enough' with you, for hating you. But, you did none of that. In fact, what you did surprised Macaque a little as you leaned down and got rather close... yet in a way where he suspected you knew you looked rather silly in his eyes. "Hey, what's going on in your brain there, huh?" And you smiled at him, speaking in such a gentle voice. "Nothing." Was Macaque's first response; His defensive response. And you responded with kissing the tip of his nose. "Hey if you don't want to do this, then I can go wash my hands and we can watch a show or something, no big deal!" And you gave him a way out, despite him knowing how much you enjoyed these sparse moments between the two of you. You gave him a way out despite his sour tone. Why? Macaque frowned at this, noticing as you would raise your head and look over at the sink. You were about to nudge him softly, signaling for him to get up so you could move, and yet he would grab your wrist. This caused you to jump and stare at Macaque as he would press your hands into his soft hair, keeping them there until he was sure you wouldn't move them. He couldn't look you in the eyes after that and he was glad you got his hint that he did want you to rub that coconut stuff in his hair; Mostly because it felt nice as you ran your fingers through his hair, playing with it.

𖤓 !! — It was a slow and long change for Macaque to accept your pampering, slowly realized that's just how you showed your love. And slowly, as he started to accept it, he started to look forward to all of it. He started looking forward to the cuddles and the presents and the nights where you both would stand in the bathroom doing skin care and the noons where you both would bake and cook and start flour wars and the mornings where you would sleep in... just enjoying each other's company.

𖤓 !! — He started accepting it all and accepting you and the possibility that finally, someone would choose him first and finally someone wouldn't leave.

𖤓 !! — all writing on this page belongs to @watercurtaincaves, please do not repost on other sites, plagiarize, or steal. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

just wanna cuddle with marc☹️😭😭😭

Me too anon!

Hold

Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Summary: Marc needs to be held.

Warnings: soft! Marc, hand jobs, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 718

Oh for the love of the gods (minus Khonshu) CUDDLE THIS MAN!

He needs it.

Marc totally will not ask for cuddles until your relationship is well established, and even then it’s a struggle for him. 

He tends to just approach you a little nervously, muscles tense, and paws softly at your arm. Hoping that you’ll understand as he glances quickly back and forth between your face and the floor. 

You work out pretty quickly what he needs. 

He just melts into your embrace when you hold him, practically becoming liquid as every part of him relaxes. 

You can feel as his breathing calms and his heartbeat slows

He has to be held to calm down. 

Particularly likes being hugged laying down on the sofa or bed. Likes to snuffle into your chest and warmth and tangle his legs with yours. 

He also likes to lay all over you while you do something else, just so content to be with you, one arm around him, his eyes closed as he feels so safe and wanted. 

Sometimes when he gets overwhelmed in public, he really needs a hug. But doesn’t like to ask for one when there are lots of other people around. However, he is more than happy to give hugs if you ask. 

You get used to this, and the signs that he’s distressed. So you often approach him and ask for a hug. He looks so relieved and silently thanks you as he nods and wraps his arms around you while you do the same, and nuzzles into your embrace.

Fifty percent of the time when you’re in private and laying on the sofa and cuddling that’s all it is, just hugs. But the other fifty percent Marc can’t help but get hard. 

It annoys him, makes him embarrassed and self-conscious. He doesn’t want to get a boner cuddling, doesn’t want you to think that he’s using it as an excuse for something more physical. But it just happens. 

Being close to you and feeling so secure does that to him. 

He still gets embarrassed by it, no matter how many times you reassure him and tell him you don’t mind. 

He still tries to not let it show and gets up to sort himself out in the bathroom, so as not to bother you. 

You can always tell though, long before he tries to move away. Even if his erection isn’t poking into you physically the way he starts to fidget and squirm, the way his breathing hitches gives it away.  

You coax him back into your embrace the second he tries to move away and mutter some nonsense excuse. 

“I know Marc,” you kiss his temple as you pull him gently towards you and palm him through his jogging bottoms. 

The sweet moan he tries to muffle is like music to your ears.

You get him to relax against you, his back to your chest in between your legs as you tease his length over the top of his clothes. 

Your other arm holding him tightly and wrapped around his chest. He whimpers into your bicep, holding onto your arm and just sinking into the sensation of your hand. 

When you slip under his waistband he eagerly lifts his hips and helps you pull down his sweat pants and boxers to his thighs. 

He keeps his eyes closed, tries to keep his sounds and breathing under control as you softly tease him. 

You run your fingers over his cock, smear the precum down his length and give him a few loose pumps to get a reaction. 

The second he jolts or bucks, moans or hisses, you slow back down and repeat the process all over again. 

It’s not until there are tears in the corners of his eyes and wetting his long lashes that he mutters out a whimpered, “please.” 

Then you give him exactly what he needs. 

Stroking him exactly how he craves, firm and consistent, neither slowing or speeding up as he whines and chases his high. 

His thighs always shake when he gets close. 

So you pull up his shirt just enough so that he can splatter his cum all over his stomach. 

Always comes with a whine and pressing his face into your arm, needing to be as close to you as possible. 

Thank you for reading!

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Tɪɢʜᴛ Wᴀʀᴍ Eᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ

NOTE: Hello friends, Merry Christmas and Happy New Years to you all. I decided why not let my first fic be about this scrumptious man right here, since it is his birthday month. I hope you all like it! P.S. - [B/S] breast size, key word.

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: [Levi Ackerman x Reader]

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW content, modern AU, Fem Reader, Fem genitals, Christmas eve/Christmas day, fluff, soft Levi, mentions of kids, romantic, steamy floor sex, nipple play, light spanking & biting, thigh riding, P in V, rough & unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, bulge, cunnilingus, hair tugging, breeding, cream pie, aftercare, overstimulation

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Somehow, you've convinced your pessimistic husband to accompany you to a wonderful vacation in a cabin.

It was December, Christmas season, and soon to be Levi's 30th birthday. You decided you wanted to do something special for your loving husband this year. So, with some research, and some help from a four eyed friend, you introduced Levi to a four-day vacation up in a snowy cabin in the mountains.

Now during these holidays, Levi wasn't so big on the cold season, in fact he hated winter. There's snow slush everywhere, his skin gets dry as hell itself while also being numb from the cold, and you could slip and fall on your ass from the icy ground without warning. He is the one staying inside his warm home, sipping on some tea while watching others fall on their ass, through the comfort behind his window.

He was also not a big birthday guy as well. Not caring much for big parties while a bunch of people sang to you happy birthday in a very annoying and monotone way.

And although you agreed with some settlements of his during the wintertime, you also couldn't help loving going out, enjoying the festivities Christmas had to offer. Especially enjoying such festive times with the person, you love and care for. All you wanted to do was spoil your husband and make him feel loved in every single way possible. So, when coming up with this plan to Levi, you were a bit surprised to him agreed to this so instantly. Expecting him to be a bit reluctant to said offer.

But for Levi, whenever it came to you, he would be willing to do anything for you, as long as you're there, he's happy. He discovers that doing things with you tends to be a lot brighter than if he ever done it alone. Plus, at the end of the day, being too overwhelmed by your sweet kindness, he couldn't have said no. Being too much of a softy when it comes to you, though he'd never admit it to you.

So just like that, the two of you packed and set off into the mountains.

The cabin was beautiful, it looked out of something you would see in a Christmas movie. A small, yet cozy home that made you wish it was your second house. The interior was as amazing as the exterior, beautiful furniture, a large bedroom, an indoor jacuzzi with a view of the wilderness, and a big fireplace.

A fireplace that the both of you decided to watch tonight, as snow fell from the dark sky.

You and Levi were on the carpeted ground together, cuddling up under near a large soft blanket, it's white fluffiness adding extra comfort and warmth. His body pressed up against yours and vice versa, heads leaning together as you both admire the burning red and orange flames. Both a scabble board game and two empty cups of a new blend of cinnamon tea, were pushed aside for more room.

There was nothing but the sweet silence between the both of you. Only the comforting sounds of soft breaths, fire cackling, and hush sounds of the wind from outside.

You turned your head a bit, eyes now focused on Levi, who just kept his view on the fire. Lips turned into a giddy smile as you could help staring at his calm relaxed features. His handsome face illuminates from the soft glow of the fire, hypnotizing you with his beauty. You were so distracted that you didn't notice Levi's eyes on you, staring with a mix of confusion and amusement.

"What's caught your eye brat?" You jump a bit, before going back to your giddy daze of him teasingly.

"Just seeing how much you're enjoying this vacation more than you'd like to admit it."

His eyebrow quirks up from this, "Who says I'm enjoying this?"

"You didn't have to say anything, I could tell already you enjoy this very much. You even wore the matching pjs I got for us."

You indeed bought matching pjs to Levi, suggesting you both where it on Christmas eve tonight. The two of you were wearing both black long sleaved t-shirts, that said 'Merry Christmas' with a Christmas tree down below the text. Matching out with red and black flannel pants.

"Only because you wouldn't stop persisting at it."

"You literally took it out of my hands and started changing without another word."

Levi rolled his eyes annoyed, clicking his teeth before looking away from your eyes. You laughed at his defense, knowing that he didn't take the comment at heart, and that you were only joking. He always got like that whenever he didn't want to admit to something, especially when it came to his feelings.

Your hand came up to caress his cheek, making his head towards you again. There was a soft look in his silver-blue eyes, as he looks down at you. Immediately, you go in to kiss him softly on the lips, making his eyes go wide before kissing your lips back.

He leans more into the kiss, not liking how you pulled away to soon making him chase your lips.

"Want anything else for your birthday?"

Levi looked at you surprised, hearing you suggest another gift to him, "This is already enough."

"Oh c'mon, there must be something else you would like for your birthday, it's your 30th."

"Nothing."

"I don't believe that?"

A scoff guised as a laugh emitted through Levi as he looked into your (E/C) eyes. The eyes of the person hold close to heart every single day. He didn't really say anything, as if it was his turn to stare at your beautiful features. Memorizing every single detail of your face as if this was the last time he'll ever see you again. Looking at every single freckle, dimple, every eyelash on that pretty face he loved so much.

Hands wrapped themselves around your hips, pulling you gently up on him. Just so he could have you seated on his lap, close and personal, with your chests pressing up against one other. Your ass was against his thighs, legs straddling him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You know what, I think I know what I want?"

His calm baritone voice whispers this to you, feeling the chill of his tone sent shivers through your body. All the while you could feel a heat pulling through your stomach, his big hands running up and down your back. The sleeved shirt slightly ridding up from the bottom, making you slightly feel his warm hand on your skin.

"...What's that?"

Whispering back at him, feeling your heartbeat pound against your chest. But what made it even more comfortable was that you could feel his heartbeat in return.

His answer was just a passionate kiss.

Both your eyes closed, as Levi kissed your lips immediately. His lips were dry, but very soft as you pressed your lips together. His lip's part yours before diving his tongue slowly into your mouth, caressing his appendage on yours. The kiss was hot, slow, and steamy as you both could feel each other's heated breaths against both of your lips lip. Your hips start to unconsciously grind themselves onto his lap, ass rubbing up on his crotch, as a prominent bulge start to rise from his pants. His hand grips your waist as in a warning for your grinding.

"Behave."

A whine left your throat, from that muffled word, already feeling the slick arousal spill in your panties. He heard letting another scoff come out of his mouth, pulling away from your lips which had you chasing for more.

"Impatient, if you're that much in a rush then how about you take those clothes off." He ordered in a stern tone.

In an instant you unwrapped your hands from around Levi, before you start to undress yourself. You removed you long sleeved shirt, showing off your [B/S] that jiggled softly with each movement. You noticed Levi himself was doing the same, his bare-naked chest open to the warm air. Eyes marveled at him in awe, watching his muscles flex with every move he made. Your hands made their way towards your pants, lifting your hips up so you could easily take them off. Throwing them wherever your mind was too occupied at the moment.

Levi had stopped you before you could take off your lacey panties, taking your wrists away from your waist.

"No, I want them on."

You chuckled at his command, teasing him with a "Yes sir~"

He only narrowed his eyes before a smack was introduced to your thigh. It made you gasp a breath, it wasn't painful, but it was enough to send a small sting.

"Now come here."

Levi pulled you closer to his body, moving your legs around his, so that his thigh could be between your thighs. You set yourself down, a soft moan breaking from your lips as you could feel your pussy press up against his thighs.

His hands held your hips tightly, as he kisses you again.

Your hips start grinding back and forth on him. even though you still had your panties, while he still had his Pj pants, you can still feel his hard muscles in his thighs dig deeply into you pussy, especially your clit. This caused you to dig your hands into his shoulders, muffled moans coming naturally out of you.

Large hands roam up your back, fingers trailing underneath your hair, running through your [H/C] tresses of hair. His fingers then decided to grip the underside of your hair, causing you to gasp loudly and pull away from the kiss. Your head is now tilted back, exposing your neck and chest to him. He leans into your neck and clavicle, teasing your skin from soft kisses, to marking bites. Knowing there going to leave a temporary scar the next day. But that's what Levi loved about it, leaving marks on your pretty skin, reminding you and everyone who saw them that you were his.

Honestly, he didn't know what he did in his life to get you, but the thanks whatever God, or higher power out there for making he meet you.

"You're so damn beautiful."

Your eyes, half lidded, looked at your husband. You felt your heart flutter from his words, anything this man said to you made your body heat up. He just had that power over you, and you knew you had that power with him as well.

Before you could comment back, your eyes suddenly close, lips parted, as Levi took your right nipple into his mouth. His left hand was still gripping your hair back, while his other hand encouraged your hips to grind more on his thigh. "C'mon sweetheart, keep grinding on me." He whispers to you in a huff. his tongue rolling your nipple in his mouth, saliva coating your hardened nub.

Obediently you did what he said, grinding more faster on his thighs. Your body shaking with each hup to his muscular thigh, you could feel him tense thigh, just to make it even harder on your clit. "F-Fuck Levi...baby..." Trembled words came out. Panties defiantly ruined from the rough humping on his leg, soaking up with your arousal creating a large dark imprint in the middle.

You were pretty sure that it might of soak through his pants too.

Levi's mouth switched to your other left nipple, giving it the same treatment. He groans, as he was turned on from your desperate cries, as you ground yourself hard into his thigh. He had to keep his composure, his erection bulging from his pants, as all of his thoughts were to just take you right here and now. But he was a patient man, and Levi wanted to draw this out as long as he could.

"-Nngh- Levi shit, I'm gonna-"

"Shh, be a good girl and cum on my leg."

He says this as his teeth gently bit on your nipple, giving you love hickeys in between your breasts. That was just about enough for you to release the hold on your orgasm.

Levi held onto you tightly, as the same with you, all while you came on his thigh. His hand continued to guide your hips on him, just so you could ride your orgasm all the way. You stopped yourself, as Levi removes his grip on your hair, making you lean into his body, head placed on his shoulder. Your breaths were the only thing that was audible, trying to calm yourself as you shudder in his hold. His hand comforts you, rubbing your back up and down.

"You...you still haven't told me what else you wanted for your birthday." You said with a cheeky tone in your voice. All you heard was a faint chuckle in your ear, making you smile.

That was until you founded yourself on the ground, with Levi looking down at you with an all-knowing smirk of his. The two of you were laid next to the fireplace, illuminating the erotic scene even more. He pulled the blanket over the both of you, making sure that you were comfortable before giving your forehead a kiss.

"Let me think about it some more."

He smiles softly at you before kissing you lips briefly. He then starts to kiss down from your lips to your neck. Down to your chest and stomach, until he reaches all the way to his destination. Heat pools inside your lower abdomen, as you watched your husband slide his hot hands up your soft thighs slowly. Gripping both sides of your red lacey panties, slipping them off with ease and placing them away with the other clothes. He spreads both your thighs open, putting himself between them.

Looking at you puffy pussy, dripping wet from your previous orgasm made Levi groan. He hard cock just throbbing from the site alone; his thumbs spreading your labia to see your hole clenching for attention. His actions made you shy, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Your thighs start to close a bit, but Levi instantly catches them, using his strength to pull them apart and keep them apart. "None of that."

"O-Oh c'mon! Shouldn't I be the one doing the to you." A pout forms on your lips as your eyes made contact with Levi's.

Levi only nips at your inner thigh making you yelp in surprise. "My birthday, my rules brat."

Your lips purse at his response, wondering what this man was playing at. But all worries about such things went out of your head, as you felt a tongue all the way up your slit.

A whimper came out from you. Your eyes were closed, back arching as you felt Lev's tongue lick your pussy multiple times. Drinking up all the essence left behind and is still producing. It hard to think with all the pressure bombarding you over and over again. Hips start to grind back with him and his movements, shivering when you felt his tongue prodding your hole. You bite your lips, hands not knowing what to do or what to grab on. Left hand makes it way down to Levi's jet-black hair, running your fingers through his undercut. All while your right hand starts to play with your own nipple, pinching it between your fingers.

You can hear his groans, as he dives even deeper into your pussy, his nose pressing into the clit making your whole body convulse. Still a bit sensitive from the last orgasm. Levi's sees this and proceeds to wrap his lips around your clit, fiercely sucking on it. "Levi!" You cry out, toes curling from the intense burning feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"O-Oh f-fuck...please don't stop!" Slurring your words.

You felt one of Levi's hands leave one of your thighs and move to his abandoned cock. His pants were pulled down a bit, exposing his leaking shaft. You couldn't see much of what he was doing, but you can see his forearm moving viciously up and down, the veins in his arms as he pleasure himself, fueled by your delicious taste.

You can see how aroused Levi got by pleas. His hand and fingers moving effortlessly around his thick girth, coated with the copious amounts of pre-cum. It honestly looked like he already came with just how much slick was smeared on himself. You've known Levi as a very clean and pristine person, who cares very much if things are messy. But when it comes to you, all those rules seem to jump out the window. The sight alone of his feral actions, made you lick your lips.

But you daze was interrupted abruptly, as you felt you second orgasm come crashing down. Your body thrashes erratically, as he sucks hard on your sensitive clit, holding you down in place as you came undone all over his face.

Levi hums, sending electric vibrations to your overstimulated pussy, moaning at your cum squirting onto his tongue, drinking all of it.

"Levi, t-to much...please..." You whine out gripping onto his hair, trying to push him away from you.

But he can't seem to hear you as he continues to devour your pussy, like he was starved. Levi forces himself off of you, now kneeling between your thighs, with his angry red dick close to your slit. His cock spurts right onto your quivering pussy, hot white cum coating your entrance.

"F-Fuck hell..." Levi groans breathlessly, his hand was still jerking himself off, as ropes of his cum continued to land of your dripping pussy. It rolls down your pussy, pooling down onto the soft carpeted floor. Levi's head leans down close to yours to catch his own breath. His face furrowed, and eyes were closed as he tries to calm his own heart down. You looked up at him, seeing his beautiful face, sweat rolling down his temple, as the fireplace made it look like his body was glowing. Your hands make their way to cup his cheeks gently, pulling his in so his forehead was on your damp one, his eyes open to look at you.

"I love you so much."

There was a bit of silence after that, as Levi couldn't think of anything to say to this. It was his turn to get fluttered by your words, but of course he doesn't show it on the outside. But a lot of things were happening on the inside.

"I think I know what I want now."

Your eyes widen at his sentence, lips curling into a smile.

"Really? Well, what is it?" You asked eager to make his birthday best yet.

Levi only looked at you, many emotions filling his mind, as if he was unsure but determined to this question. Rough hand came up to place itself onto your stomach, making you shudder at the touch.

"Let's have a child."

The moment those words were said, your heart clenched.

Throughout all the years of dating, to getting married to Levi, the concept of having kids was a touchy subject with him. You guys talked about it before obviously, wanting to know his stance was. For you, you were fine with either one option. Whether you had kids or not as long as you were together it was perfect. Levi on the other hand in his earlier years didn't really see the benefit of having a child, not even wanting to have them. It didn't come from a place of hating kids specifically, more so in a fear sense of not being a good enough father figure. But you have told Levi a million times, that he will have no problem loving their child, that if he ever decided on giving it a chance, you would be there with him every step of the way.

So, you guessed throughout those months and years of debating it inside his head, he turned around and decided to give it a chance. Levi wanted -no he wished for a child with the woman he dearly loved. And with the look into his silver eyes, you knew that he meant it, that he was serious about his gift and was not backing out any time soon.

Your head nods excitedly, as you kiss Levi, so overcome by emotions that flooded your mind.

"Okay."

You whispered back, as Levi smiled softly back at you. A genuine smile, that he was comfortable to show to you. Levi leaned into you more kissing you fully on your lips, your bodies pressed together on the floor. His weight never felt troubling, just warm and pleasant. He pulls away, his lips still brushed over against your, noses touching.

"Then I guess we should start the process of making one." He smirks at you, making you sensitive pussy clench, longing to have his cock inside you. You then felt his dick press right against your pussy, thrusting in between your labia, pushing on your clit making you whine from the teasing.

"Please...please put a baby in me Levi."

You seriously are going to be the death of him.

Without a word, Levi gives you a brief but deep passionate kiss. A hand slid underneath your thigh, pulling it up for more room. You can feel his hard shaft rub against your pussy, angling itself, before slowly sliding himself inside your hot walls. Your eyes were shut tight, holding onto Levi's back, as you made a low groan along with Levi, matching each other's breaths. He curses, feeling your tight slick pussy, sucking him in, as if you didn't want him to pull out, and you didn't.

Once he bottoms out, he pulls his dick out leaving the tip in, before quick thrust all the way back inside. A sharp cry in surprise came from you, as he continued this pace. Slow but deep hard thrusts into your pussy.

You could feel the breaths and groans from him, as his face was buried in your neck, giving you light butterfly kisses against your soft [S/C]. His left hand was on the side of your head, gripping the carpet, while the other was still holding your thigh, giving it a few light squeezes to your flesh.

The thrusts were agonizingly painful, but at the same time blissfully pleasurable. The slow thrusts felt as if he was trying to edge all night long, giving you enough to feel amazing, but not enough to go over. It didn't help that you were also still so sensitive, so cock drunk, added in with Levi's baby confession. So, your mind was far out of reach from reality, that you couldn't help all the pitiful whimpers and whines that left your mouth.

And Levi knew this.

He knew how these leisurely thrust to your pussy would make you feel crazy. How your fingers would dig deliciously into his back, hips wiggling in desperation, egging him on for more. He knew that's what you wanted, and he was willing to give you ever bit of it. Not before teasing you for a little bit.

"Does my sweet girl want more?"

It was hard to say anything with the number of breaths you had to calm down. Tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill any second. All you could do was nod at his words, your eyes pleading with him to move a bit faster. He grins sending a hard thrust up making your squeal, holding onto him tighter. "I need to hear a response, otherwise I won't know what you want." He says this giving your ear a good bite.

"Beg me...beg for me to fill you up with my cum."

His eyes never left yours, as if he was staring into your soul. It sent whole body shivers within you. The atmosphere felt hot and heavy, making you feel so dizzy.

"I... I want -ngh-" Christ it was hard to say anything with his thrusts teasing your insides. If you weren't so out of it, you would have made a snappy remark.

"Faster p-please, I want your cum, I want your baby Levi."

"Good girl."

A smirk sketched his lips, as his both hands now go underneath your thighs. He pushes the down your chest, and up on his shoulders, immediately placing you in a full mating press. There was no time to get ready for the quick thrusts Levi gave to you. It left your breathless, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open, as you let the man ruin your pussy for the third time.

The room was filled with loud moans echoing through the whole living room, with repetitive dirty -plap- noises.

"There you go, lose yourself...f-fuck, such very good girl for me..."

His sweet praises threw you to the edge, getting you closer and closer to release. You could feel it, and Levi could also feel it as well. The coil in your stomach starting to rise, you pussy clamping onto his dick like your life depended on it. Your heels dig into his back, tears falling, rolling down your cheeks. A friction rubbed on your clit due to Levi's pubic bone, it was all too much.

Levi was doing very much to hold on for you, wanting for you to cum first all over his dick before he came. He watched your face turn and twist with pleasure. Drowning in his love, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades causing him to groan deeply.

"Levi...I can't-"

"You can and you will, so cum for me baby."

One hand left one of your thighs to place itself upon your lower abdomen. Small but noticeable bulge pressing up against your stomach, from his cock pounding you. He then decides to push his hand onto your abdomen, making you go overboard.

Less than a second you came all over his cock, crying out his name into your shared cabin. It made you wonder if people could hear from the outside. You pussy clenches onto his cock, squirting heavily due to the amount of edging and sensitivity you endured. Levi watched this with amazement, an intense haze in his eyes as he watched you come undone. Your sweet fluids drenching part of his thighs and dripping down your ass. Before he knew it Levi came as well, groaning in your ear while his hot cum filled up your womb. He kisses your neck, before making his way towards your lips, passionately making out with you. His thrusts becoming a bit slower as he rides both of your orgasms to the end. He stops once you wiggled underneath him, too overly sensitive and tired.

There you both are, drenched in glistening sweat, your breaths mixing together, pressing kisses once in a few seconds. Your bodies pressed together, your thighs burning from being folded. Levi carefully sets your legs off his shoulders, laying them down on the floor. He slowly pulls out of you, making you whine from the loss, his seed rolling down from your pussy. Levi manages this by taking two fingers to scoop back his cum, before fingering it back into your pussy. You bite your lip, groaning as your head fell to the side from exhaustion. His hand makes it back to your stomach, rubbing in a soft soothing motion. It made your heart flutter, knowing the implications of his meaning. Your hand was placed on top of his as you whispered a "Soon", making him smile at you.

Your eyes then meet the electric clock on the wall, showing it was now 1:00 o'clock in the morning, Christmas Day, and your husbands' birthday. You look back at Levi with a tired but sweet loving smile,

"Merry Christmas to you and a Happy Birthday old man~" you sing playfully making Levi roll his eyes at you.

"Thrilling, now let's get up and get cleaned."

"Mmm...in a few minutes..." You preceded to close your eyes with a smile on your face.

"No, not in a few minutes, and open your eyes. Don't you dare fall asleep brat." Levi's eyes narrowed at your peaceful face.

"-Yawn- Let's just sleep here..."

"[Y/N] I'm not sleeping on the floor, when we have a damn bed-"

Snore.

You were already deep asleep before he could even finish his sentence. He clicked his teeth with a sigh, shaking his head in disbelief and amusement to how quickly you fell asleep.

He gets up and leaves, to come back with a wet towel and a large pillow. If you two weren't going to take a shower tonight, then he figured that this was the second-best option. Presuming that you both would take a shower in the morning, or at least whenever you wake up. Once he was done, he turned off the remaining lights, only leaving the warm fireplace on in the dark living room. He didn't need to turn it off, having its own timer that sets off.

Levi then gets the large pillow that he brought in. He places it on the floor, lays on it, before bringing you over to lay on his chest. Bringing the blanket over the both of you to get more comfortable in warm, he kisses you on the forehead.

"I love you so much and thank you."

He closes his eyes while holding you close in his arms. The sound fire cackling in the background and your steady heartbeat luring the man to a good sleep.

The things Levi does for you, but it was all worth it just to see you smile.

This really was the best birthday he's ever had.

[valsverse]

𝐞𝐝𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐜'𝐬

summary. headcanons of your relationship with edmund pevensie while dating. (gn reader)

— straight up fluff, nothing else. PART 1/?

— Edmund leaves little notes everywhere. In the pages of your books, the pockets of your pants, etc. Usually they just consist of sweet words and reminders to eat and take care of yourself as a much needed endorphin boost. He always makes sure to fill up the entire piece of paper, front and back until there's no space to write any more loving words. — Random "I love you"s throughout the day for no particular reason. — Playful arguments over the most miniscule things, I mean seriously, the two of you bicker like a married couple. Edmund can be quite argumentative, but not in the way you expect. No, usually you quarrel over the correct way to toast a piece of bread, topics such as that. None of it is serious of course, nine times out of ten it turns into a tickle fight that ends with a cuddle session anyway. — Edmund naturally smiles excessively around you. He doesn't really think about it, it just happens. Like this guy literally GLOWS when he sees you, it's not even funny. When you look at him, he smiles. When you rant, he smiles. When you talk about your interests, he smiles. No matter where the two of you are and what you're doing, he's always grinning around you, both of you in your own world. — Even though Edmund is one of the most renowned swordsman in Narnia, that doesn't mean he's immune to the occasional injury. And so, you have to tend to his wounds quite often. Sometimes you end up scolding him if the wound was the result of reckless actions and impulsive behavior, and yes he appreciates the concern, but he just thinks it's cute how your lips form into a pout whenever he comes back with a new injury to tend to. He adores how much you care for him, even if it's just through small actions. — Absolute SUCKER for when you kiss his scars. Edmund used to see his scars as a nuisance, only there to remind him of the treacheries of war and danger. But of course, life has different perspectives for different people. So when you came around, reassuring him that his blemishes were a sign of his bravery and strength from the pain he endured, he felt like he was going to cry. And the second your lips came in contact with a particular scar just shy of his collarbone, he immediately felt comfort and a sense of safety wash over him. Maybe it was the warmth of your lips, or the alleviation of your words, whatever it was, it made him feel like maybe everything was going to be okay. — Kisses on the nape and shoulder. (goes both ways) — Since we're on the topic of kissing, Edmund has a thing for tracing your jawline before or while the two of you are kissing, or just sharing an intimate moment in general. He prefers to rest one hand on the curve of your hip, and the other hand caressing your jaw, no matter what the position is. He also enjoys trailing little pecks from the side of your neck to the corner of your lips before he finally presses his lips against yours. — Chess dates!! Yeah, it doesn't sound like the most romantic activity but, cmon, it's Edmund Pevensie. He'll find a way to make it memorable. And while he loves a fair match, (who doesn't?) sometimes he just so happens to "accidentally" put his king in danger and — oh will you look at that, you won. Yeah, maybe he changed up his moves a little so you would win, but it's all worth it to him. He adores the sight of your eyes lighting up, and how you throw your hands up in triumph and shout in glee. While you're busy celebrating, he gazes at you fondly with an impossibly soft look in his eyes. One of his hands is lying on his cheek, supporting his head, while his other hand still remains on his king. Even though he "lost", his smile is wide as ever because as long as you're happy, he's happy.

— On days when he's not busy with training or just occupied with the responsibilities that come with being one of the kings of Narnia, picnic dates are a must. He cooks up your favorite meals and packs them up in a picnic box along with the traditional red and white checkered blanket, and off you go. It's kind of just a de-stresser for him. Quality time with you and a home cooked meal to go along with it. Sometimes he brings you to brings you to picturesque flower fields, or the patch of green grass directly in front of the river front. No matter where it is, Edmund has his reasons for why he chose those specific locations. They always remind him of you. The two of you watch the sun slowly disappear under the horizon as you both lay on the checkered blanket, with your head resting on his chest and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, it looks just like a scene straight out of a fairytale.

— On days when he's not busy with training or just occupied with the responsibilities that come with being one of the kings of Narnia, picnic dates are a must. He cooks up your favorite meals and packs them up in a picnic box along with the traditional red and white checkered blanket, and off you go. It's kind of just a de-stresser for him. Quality time with you and a home cooked meal to go along with it. Sometimes he brings you to brings you to picturesque flower fields, or the patch of green grass directly in front of the river front. No matter where it is, Edmund has his reasons for why he chose those specific locations. They always remind him of you. The two of you watch the sun slowly disappear under the horizon as you both lay on the checkered blanket, with your head resting on his chest and his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, it looks just like a scene straight out of a fairytale. — Edmund is always eager to prove his love and devotion to you. He's deeply committed to you, and loves to declare it proudly. Sometimes he writes short poems about you, recounting his favorite moments the two of you shared. He describes the way your hair blows in the wind while the two of you are horseback riding, or how your smile is one of his favorite sights, he writes about anything regarding you. He just pours out his feelings onto a piece of paper. And when the stack of poetry about you piles up too high on his desk, he ties it up neatly in a ribbon and places it on your bedside table for you to wake up to. (CHIVALRY IS NOT DEAD GUYS 🗣️🗣️ ) — Edmund has a thing for kissing your hand. Like not even as a greeting, just in general. He just thinks of it as another way of showing his love and admiration for you. He brushes his lips against your palm and trails kisses up your fingertips, like HELLO??? — All in all, your relationship with Edmund Pevensie is truly one of a kind. ∙ u guys i know i havent posted a proper story since like may, and honestly i have no excuse i was just being lazy af. also my love for edmund has kind of faded but i started writing this months ago and decided i might as well finish it. ∙ so next time i post, it probably won't be edmund pevensie related, OR MAYBE IT WILL!! i still have many ideas (don't unfollow me pls im sorry LMAO) ∙ until next time, (and trust me, there will be a next time.) xx valerie.

[codename-adler]

musing about jeanaaron rn.... what are your thinkings about them tell me anything

an exception from my to-do list for u orpheus and my loves Jeanaaron <3

- the height difference is EXQUISITE. 5ft vs 6ft2 😍😍😍

- backliner duo backliner tension backliner sync backliner soul

- i understand and read Aaron as a very no bullshit guy, but like, that’s it. he’s not mean about it, not cruel, not condescending, not teasing, not fake, not anything. (unless u are Neil Josten) i think that it’s very refreshing and fascinating to Jean? to meet someone who really has no ulterior motives whatsoever, in life and with his person. very trust material in Jean’s eyes methinks. the very just middle between overly sweet positivity and stabbing despair? idk, i just think Aaron shared Andrew’s honesty, but in a more neutral, idgaf way. does that make sense?

- Aaron tends to Jean’s woundssssss like no one ever has before and there is so much less pain!!!

- Jean cracks Aaron open right down the middle where nobody ever bothered to lookkkkk and there is so much more understanding!!!

- i like the Kevaaron vibe of revenge, like: you took my forever partner, i’m stealing your twin! or; you chose that moldy ginger snap, i’m choosing the same brand of bastard but he is TALL! it’s funny to me :)

- the patience they have for one another is infinite; they feel no rush, no pressure, no resentment. they would wait eternities for just one smile from the other, even if that’s all they would ever get.

- the quiet is important. silence without anticipation? a reprieve of the noise inside and outside? freely? i think they’re both silent people, but with one another there’s no forcing words, no expectations, no waiting for the other shoe to drop. the safest place where everything just stops and all is okay.

- CUDDLES. they are both hardcore heavy duty octopi in bed. holding tight tight tight tight no space all warmth. intertwined like bonsai roots.

- they looooooove to judge people together!!! especially their teammates and classmates. but the grocery store and airport are fun places too.

- i think they should learn to play instruments together. it would be very sexy. and angsty.

- i imagine them taking turns cooking, always one manning the kitchen, and the other sitting on the countertop. the kicking-against-the-cupboard-or-island length varies, but not the domesticity and intimacy of it all.

- Jean is the best teacher Aaron has ever had. for studying AND Exy. Jean is the best backliner, yes, but has that je-ne-sais-quoi that just gets through to Aaron, that just gets Aaron

- Aaron is also suchhhh a sucker for validation and making Jean proud is his #1 kink

- i think Catalina is so much like Katelyn (and woah would u look at that, such similar names 👀) that she instantly takes a liking to Aaron too, and Aaron as well right back despite his best efforts, and Jean is so touched that his bestfriend has adopted Aaron like she did with him, like he truly can have everything 🥹

- Jean immensely appreciate that Aaron is among the very very few people who does not shit on Kevin, but doesn’t worship him either.

- for what Neil did for Jean, Aaron truly starts to resent him less and less thanks to Jean offering a less idealistic vision of Neil that Andrew and the Foxes all share, but showing him Neil’s true colors that can also be good despite their violence.

- Jeanaaron on the motorcycle??? tiny beefcake plastered to Jean’s muscly broad back??? HELLO???

- back to the honesty think, i think where Jeanaaron differs from Kevaaron and is instead more similar to Andreil, is that the walls have to be taken down very painstakingly; Kevin and Aaron already know each other and have seen each others worse, there’s no armour to go through; Jean and Aaron don’t know each other at first, but they understand each other like no one, so it’s a game of truth too, one at a time, tearing down those barriers and touching that soft true heart behind; what makes them panic, what makes them scream, what plagues their nights and days, what lures in their past… it’s a whole new process of dealing with your trauma when no one else could ever handle it, much less want to look at it and kiss it better anyway.

also dusting off me old old playlist i had made for them, just for you:

take me home + 100 bandaids are really my jeanaaron anthems

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

so as it seems that you seem to be busy with life, it seems only fair to drop what idea crumbs I have to help tide you over while you deal with life.

imagine this if you will, in one of the many days they spend travelling, reader spirit and the cubs have found a hot spring to relax in after harsh and cold weather, and everyone is taking the time to clean and enjoy the warmth. the cubs are out of sight, assumingly having fun in a further part of the spring, and reader and spirit have bonding time talking about their pasts, helping clean each other’s hair and whatever else girls do in a girls night.

during all of this, the conversation ends up on readers family and how she is worried about their reactions to her being missing. spirit asks about her family, and reader respond; mum, dad, any applicable siblings and pets. and spirit asks if reader is married/mated/whatever term spirit is familiar with. reader says no. fiance? nope. boyfriend? nope. so… any crushes? none on any real people but do fictional count? spirit says sure, tell the stories of your fictional crushes

so

do you remember the ask?

where you said that reader has a crush on sun wukong and macaque?

what are the odds reader has figured out that she is in jjtw and not generic chinese/eastern fantasy?

from her perspective, they would absolutely be fictional with what little info she had. so she spills all the info about them and their adventures and why she had a crush on them, only for spirit to go at the end:

“you know that they're real, right?”

“wat”

“and warlords?”

“???”

and so spirit informs her with what info she has on them, their battles and conquests, and what exactly they tend to think of humans and do to them.

“best to avoid them at all costs, and keep your knowledge between us”

and so, everything said is kept secret between reader, spirit, and the six eared macaque who immediately spills the secrets to sun wukong.

his ears still work, even in the form of a cub, you know?

what would they focus on, her knowledge about their future, or the fact that she has a crush on them?

anyways hope life gets better and you get good sleep soon.

Eek!! Thank omg the feels!!

Spirit would totally try to keep Reader away before she even finds out who the cubs are. (I'm still trying to think of a reason that she hasn't clued in on Macaque. Oh, maybe most people just can't see his ears. They why would reader? Damnit I'm ranting my own questions for my own au!! )

They would totally be concentrated on how she likes them. A few exchanged words on how she knows about them sure and the future. But mostly, their darling likes them!! So why is Spirit telling her to stay away!? No that won't do at all.

They will be righting that... by righting that Wukong will probably give Spirit several scratches. He's a monkey cub. They can't really hurt her and adult monkey demoness.

At least not yet anyway. I gotta say that Spirit is putting a target on her back. Of course, they have figured out that by now, they can't kill her. That would absolutely wreck Reader's life in a bad way. They saw how she reacted with Spirit getting hurt.

But Boi, they will be very vocal about how she had crushes on them once they return to normal. Oh boy, they will be over the moon!

She can definitely expect (though unknowingly) to get lots of Monkey cuddles tonight.

Of course this also brings up how she'd react to knowing that they are real and warlords!? Okay so finding out that they're real is scary enough. She may have a crush but that doesn't mean she isn't also afraid. They killed people after all. Sun Wukong fought against the celestial realm and almost won! And to her limited knowledge of the jttw storyline Macaque had almost as much power as he did.

Of course in the original Macaque was cannibalistic apparently. (I haven't read that part. I know more of lmk than jttw but I'm trying to read it, slowly) HE IS NOT CANNIBALISTIC IN MY AUS! Why because I said so.

But Reader doesn't know this and so she is absolutely terrified. They were also last spotted where she had appeared when she came to this world. Did they know who she was? Did they hear her? She of course pushes these thoughts away, she shouldn't be ridiculous.

"They are the Demon Monkey Warlords. They don't just hunt humans, they hunt for their territories and valuables. They won't go out of their way to hunt you... unless they get curious or they might. No, no don't cry!"

Let's just say she will definitely be stressed, luckily her little monkey friends are their to give her some stress free snuggles.

Thank you! I got to write something today cause of this. I am still working on other asks I have. But for now, this is what I've got. If anyone has ideas like this... send them my way. This made me really happy.

Thank you!!

I loved this ask!! Thank you!! Hopefully, I'll have some time this weekend to finish writing out the responses for the asks I have in my inbox. And hopefully work on the next part some more. Hehe~ the monkeys thought they could- shoot no spoilers.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

N Harmonia with an affectionate! S/O

hey besties! ya girl boopy is BACK with some short but fluffy N content!

features: gn! reader, fluff, very slight angst. just very cute and sfw! not proofread.

Enjoy!

N doesn’t dislike affection

Quite the opposite, really

It’s just so new to him

He’s used to it from Pokémon

Nuzzles and cuddles and the like

But from people?

This kind of comforting, positive touch makes him very flustered

The feelings are intense and strange, good but overwhelming

It takes him time to warm up to it

Being affectionate is part of who you are

You love giving hugs and kisses to your loved ones

And your Pokémon

Any excuse to snuggle or hold hands is good enough for you

You thrive off that touch being reciprocated

All that being said, you totally understand and respect his apprehension and boundaries

No one likes being touched without permission, and your boyfriend’s comfort is paramount

In his time in Ghetsis’s “care”, he didn’t receive much affection

Certainly not from his “father” bleugh hate that guy

All he really got was his hair brushed and played with by Anthea and Concordia

Which he still really enjoys

Playing with his hair is one of the first kinds of affection you gave him

Some fell in his face and you gently brushed it back

It was light, it was subtle, it was gentle

It made him blush

But it also made him melt

Now, you don’t go a day without playing with his hair

Sometimes when he’s having a bad day, he likes to lay his head on your lap or chest and have you play with his hair

It’s so soothing

Cuddling is another thing he’s really come to love, but it took a long time for him to get used to that as well

For a while the extent of your cuddling was a prolonged hug

Or a ­­(stiff) arm around you

The warmth and softness of you against him was short-circuiting his brain a bit

And he was nervous he was doing something wrong as well

He knows affection is important to you, and he’s trying his best to ease himself into it

Eventually though, he comes to properly embrace and hold you

Though his embraces tend to be on the looser side

Aside from holding hands, N doesn’t really like PDA

He really doesn’t like being so flustered in front of others

But he is proud and happy to hold your hand, and squeeze it tight, whether it’s just you two, or in front of the world

He might even occasionally give you a little smooch in public

Just one on the lips or the cheek

Smaller, subtle touches is how he conveys his love physically to you

Brushing his knuckles against yours as you walk abreast of each other

Intertwining your pinkies together

Things like that

You’re much more likely to initiate affection

Which he very much appreciates

He finds it hard to ask for it, so he loves how often you want to be affectionate

You’re always coming up to him, looking to snuggle and kiss

And he definitely reciprocates

Much easier now that he’s much more comfortable with it

You two often end up in a cuddle pile at the end of the day

Smothered by Pokémon of all shapes and sizes (and level of furriness)

It reminds him of being a kid actually

Before Team Plasma and Ghetsis and all that

When he and his family of Pokémon would huddle together for warmth and comfort

Now, it’s all the better, with you by his side

[moonysreid]

the dimitrescu daughters being in a relationship with you:

disclaimers: sfw, female reader, not proofread, i got carried away and really wanna do another part to this

warnings: i do in fact mean all three of the dimitrescu daughters dating you at the same time

warmth

- your body is so much warmer than theirs, they often all cuddle up to you

- daniela prefers to curl up pretty much on top of you, she claims she needs to be as close to the source of heat as possible

- bela and cassandra are much more relaxed and would simply lean into your sides

gifts

- all three daughters love giving you little gifts and trinkets

- at first though daniela is quite new to the whole gift giving world so the first couple she gives you tend to be the limbs of maids who haven’t been particularly kind to you

- once she gets the hang of it she’ll often spend ages on the phone to donna describing and rambling about an outfit that would look amazing on you so that her aunt can make it for you

- bela tends to wrap new books with a piece of brown string and gift them to you, as soon as you’ve finished one you’ll have another book wrapped with a bow waiting on your bed

- cassandra uses her ‘favourite niece privileges’ and often asks karl to craft you new weapons such as daggers and pocket knives (she’ll often request for specific engravings on them to make them personalised to you)

fear

- none of them quite understand how the site of them covered in blood after a maid has stepped out of line or a hunt doesn’t scare you

- although when any of them start raising their voices at you in anger your eyes fill with the fear that they would normally crave to see in other people

- however they absolutely hate it when you’re scared because of their actions

- bela would be the first to apologise, not wanting you to end up hating her in anyway

- daniela would sulk like a kicked puppy but wouldn’t venture too far from you, she wants to give you space but doesn’t want to leave your personal space

- cassandra locks herself away in the armoury room, throwing daggers at bodies that hang as targets. she gets angry at herself so being the source of your fear

pastime

- bela prefers to read with you in the library. she likes reading to you as your head rests on her lap, it always ends in you falling asleep and cuddling closer to her stomach

- cassandra loves to show the different ways she can evoke pain onto her ‘toys’. she shows you different torture techniques on maids that failed their duties. cass also deems it necessary that she teaches you how to use the daggers she gifts you

- spending time with daniela is much like spending time with a puppy who can’t decide exactly what they want to do. one moment you’ll both be cuddling together on her bed and the next she’ll be begging you to play hide and seek with her (you always say yes in the end, even when you know she cheats)

meals

- the three of them often, begrudgingly, work together in order to care for you and make you smile

- they know that you consume normal food so they all attempt to work together and make you lunch (the first time ended up with you eating a weird concoction of oatmeal and something unknown swirled into it)

- the maids are literally terrified to enter the kitchens when the daughters are in there

- cass and dani tend to get into arguments and knives do get thrown

- yeh, bela tends to makes the majority of the meal and the other two ruin it at the end by adding all sorts of ingredients they think goes into ‘human food’

their mother

- cass and daniela love to argue about who loves you more. bela turns into the mediator and reminds them that it’s definitely her that loves you more

- queue alcina getting involved and telling them all to respectfully stfu

- jealousy comes along time and again in the relationship, especially when it comes in terms of who spends more time with you

- again alcina gets sick of her daughter’s squabbling and decides that until they reach a level of clarity that doesn’t make her raging migraine worse you’ll stay in her office and share an afternoon tea with her

- it definitely took a LOT of time to gain the trust and respect of the countess but after her watching you continuously love and care for her daughters she can’t help but count you a blessing (it also helps you keep them occupied whilst she works)

the question is should i write more?

[writeforfandoms]

O Tannenbaum

In keeping with my theme for this event, this song title is also from A Charlie Brown Christmas.

My second entry for Call of Duty Black Ops Winter Fest 2024! Hosted by the amazing @efingcod

For today's theme - Caught in a snowstorm

Alex Mason x f!reader

Word count: 1.1k

“Road's snowed in,” Alex told you as he shut the front door, shaking off a light dusting of snow. “We're stuck here a while longer.” 

You helped him brush snow off his shoulders. “Have we got enough wood?”

“For a few more days,” Alex agreed, bending down to unlace his boots. “I can always chop more, that's still an option.” 

“Good to know.” You smiled and cupped his cheeks when he straightened again. “You sure we've got everything we need?” 

“I'm sure, honey.” Alex cupped your shoulders, drawing you closer into the warmth radiating from him, despite the chill outside. “We're fine. I'm well prepared for this.” 

“Okay.” You breathed in deeply, slowly, letting the nearness of him soothe you. 

“It'll be like having a little vacation,” he murmured, low and intimate, hands slowly rubbing down your arms until he could gently encircle your wrists, the size of his hands never failing to send a thrill down your spine. “Just the two of us.” 

“And a lot of snow,” you joked to lighten the mood a little, though you didn't try to move away from him.

“That too.” Alex dipped his head to kiss you, slow and sweet. “Told you you'd always be safe with me, sweetheart.” 

You smiled, totally unable to help yourself, thumbs gently brushing over his cheeks. “You did,” you agreed, almost a whisper. 

“I meant it.” He placed another sweet kiss on your lips before he stepped back. “Come on. I'll add more wood to the fire, you should bring the bedding out here. It'll get cold tonight.” 

“Cold enough to sleep in here?” You raised your eyebrows at him but didn't hesitate to obey, walking back to the bedroom to gather up an armful of blankets and pillows. 

“It'll be warmer in here,” Alex said, matter-of-fact and calm. “I intend to keep you warm.” 

“Oh, I have no doubt of that,” you muttered playfully, lips quirking in a grin. Cold was something you rarely had to worry about when Alex was in your bed - he ran warm and tended to be clingy. 

Alex shot you a look over his shoulder, equally playful with a hint of the heat you knew him well capable of. “Don't tempt me,” he muttered before he went back to tending the fire. 

This was what he was good at. Oh, he was good at his job too, but this? Staying snowed-in for days at a time? He was good at this. Tending the fire, making do with what he had, stomping down snow to make usable pathways between important areas. He was practically built for this - the snow didn't bother him at all. 

Sometimes you wondered if he'd be happier if he just… stayed out in the snow, in a quiet little town, away from it all. 

You finished setting up a sleeping area for the two of you, having dragged the mattress into the main room. Alex was right - the temperature was already slowly dipping back in the bedroom. Not all at once, but enough that you noticed. 

Yet again, you were grateful to be here with him, of all people. You were safe with Alex. He wouldn't let any harm come to you. 

“Better?” Alex sat down next to you, wrapping one arm around your shoulders, gently encouraging you to cuddle in. 

“Better,” you agreed softly, resting your head on his shoulder. “It's nice, in here.” 

He huffed a soft laugh. “Glad you think so, sweetheart.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, his thumb rubbing back and forth across your shoulder, almost hypnotically soothing. Your eyes slid half-closed, tension seeping from you. 

“We'll have to eat soon,” he murmured some undetermined amount of time later. “Before it gets too late.”

You straightened up and yawned, stretching your arms up over your head. “I don't even know how you can tell,” you grumbled. “It's been dark outside all day.” 

His lips quirked in a little grin. “There's a clock on the mantle,” he teased, pushing up to his feet. “Come on, let's go take a look in the kitchen, see if anything sounds good to you.” 

You pouted at the playful jab. He would eat just about anything, but you were a bit more picky. 

Fortunately, there was still plenty of canned soup and stew, which worked well for dinner. 

After you'd washed up and cuddled back up to Alex, the two of you settled in to entertain yourselves for a bit. You read the book you'd brought with you, something you'd been meaning to get to for months and just hadn't found the time. Alex pulled out a crossword puzzle, occasionally muttering to himself as he worked. 

The quiet between you settled, peaceful and warm as the fire in front of you. The snow dampened all sounds from outside, the wind having died down to nothing a while back. Dancing shadows from the fire caught the corner of your eye every now and again, tricking you into thinking there was movement around you. 

The constant warmth and pressure of Alex next to you soothed you. Made everything better. 

Alex heard it first, head coming up, eyes a little narrowed. He sat very still for a few long moments, long enough for you to tense next to him, uncertain.

Then he tapped your book and smiled, motioning for you to follow. Confused more than anything now, you stood and followed him to the window. 

A moose stood outside, nose pushing through the fresh snow to search for any tasty green stuff underneath. She lifted her head, easily looking straight in the window, and blinked once. Apparently unconcerned, she ambled forward a few more steps to start munching on something else. 

“Oh wow,” you breathed, pressing closer to the glass until it chilled your nose. “She's beautiful.” 

“Yeah,” Alex agreed softly, one of his hands winding around yours and squeezing gently. But when you looked at him to share the moment, he wasn't looking out the window at the moose.

He was looking at you. 

Your lips parted in surprise, heart tripping into overtime. His free hand lifted slowly, cupping your cheek delicately, the barest pressure encouraging you to turn into his kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed at the first press of his lips to yours, the snowy world around you falling away. 

All that mattered was this man. 

You finally opened your eyes again half an eternity later when he pulled back, only just enough to look at you. 

“Come to bed?” He whispered into the delicate space between the two of you. 

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Always,” you promised tenderly, ever so gently bumping your nose into his. 

Neither of you was going to be cold tonight. 

[pong03]

Go-to date headcanons

pt.2

Frostheim

if you want a more in depth fan fiction of any of these please request these were so fun to write!

Kaito cafe dates Kaito is always on instagram seeing videos about the newest trending cafes plotting which ones to bring you to. He insists on paying despite the fact he’s broke asf always. He encourages you to buy the most popular things which also tend to be the most expensive, gritting his teeth as he sees the price all together. As you two sit together at a table Kaito watches you enjoy everything he got you with a smile on his face too shy to initiate anything more than wiping crumbs from your face. That proving to be too intense as he apologizes profusely for not asking if he could first.

Luca museum date

Luca loves to learn and is thirsty for knowledge not just about how to subjugate demons but everything. Wanting to learn more about Japanese culture he frequently researches places of worship, history and museums where he can learn more about Japan. He invites MC especially because she can help him understand more, especially as a Japanese learner he needs help with the more complex kanji. He whispers in your ear, shyly to ask you to read something aloud or help him read a kanji. he pulls you closer as more people come to the exhibit you two were already looking at as to not be in people's way. His hand doesn't leave your waist until he confirms his understanding and is ready to move on to the next exhibit.

Tohma - breakfast dates Tohma makes you breakfast himself, and treats you like royalty. Starting you off with a cup of tea and something small as he cooks the main course of breakfast. Sweetly smiling as he sits across from you laying down what he cooked on the table, the warm food contrasting with frigidity of frostheim, as you two continue to have these dates more often, Tohma notes which foods you seems to favor and makes them more often. Tohma is quite bold holding your hand and stealing kisses as he gets up to deal with the dishes.

Jin cuddle/nap dates This man is lazy asf sleeping in past noon he is not taking you out, but he constantly is encouraging you to sleep over and visit him early in the morning to cuddle him. If you wake him up coming in he’ll let it slide grunting for you to be more careful as he pulls you down to him. He comments how nice it is to feel your warm skin. He slides his hands up your shirt ignoring your gasp pulling you closer. He is relishing in your warmth he murmurs “you’re so warm” falling back asleep before you even process what happened.

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If your willing, general romantic hcs for rocket raccoon?

Yay first rocket rqqq ! Pls ask more I love this mf . For the record your a biologically enhanced animal experiment like rocket in all of my rocket x readers unless you guys state otherwise in your rqs. Light spoilers for gotg vol 3, if you know about his past anyways. Even then I don’t greatly spoil his past.

- Dating rocket can be rather stressful. Though the girls of your little family of misfits are typically fine, quill and drax tend to tease the hell out of your boyfriend. While it can be annoying from time to time, it’s typically funny. Even groot has his own share of light teasing, but it’s really just him saying things outright and being a little too honest.

- also yknow. Getting constantly attacked by people your family happens to piss off also can be stressful at times.

- but all that shit aside, your boyfriend can be rather.. stressful to be with at first. And there’s a lot of shit you have to tolerate when it comes to him.

- you MUST be able to deal with his constant sarcasm and light insults towards you, to be perfectly honest I can’t imagine him with anyone easily hurt or too soft. You have to be a very strong motherfucker to be willing to deal with his shit.

- however, despite his personality he is a tiny bit softer around you and even if it’s not noticeable to you it certainly is to literally everyone else on your shared ship.

- rocket can be difficult to deal with, but so long as you’re patient enough with him he becomes less difficult to be around and a lot softer as time goes by.

- you’ll notice that he insults you a lot less, and they seem less like insults and more like light jokes to make you laugh. Light teasing. But the sarcasm doesn’t ever wither away. Though he’s not as sarcastic with you.

- rocket, over time, is very into physical affection but is not good at admitting it. It takes a very long time for him to become comfortable with you being affectionate physically with him, but once he grows used to it he loves it. He .. won’t ever tell you that but man if he doesn’t make it obvious.

- over time rocket with lightly, lowkey flirt with you, until it just kinda becomes straight up, shameless flirting the longer you are together.

- rocket also becomes bolder as time goes by, initiating or even asking for some affection if he’s feeling particularly needy.

- while he tends to not do this in front of the others, the longer you guys date the more accepting he becomes of pda.

- likes to cuddle a lot, also insists you sleep with him often. Claims it’s in case groot needs something while he’s sleeping so you’re also there but.. you know he just wants to sleep with you lol.

- lets you pet him :) sometimes he purrs when he’s really relaxed

- (will pet you too low key)

- rocket is overprotective often, and very jealous.

- he has many insecurities, so it’s only natural he gets jealous especially if he thinks anyone is into you (most likely not, but still).

- he’s also lost many people, the first friends he ever had, his entire family during the blip, he even lost groot when he first met that family. He’s protective for good reason.

- losing you is his worst fear

- he doesn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to him, so he shows it through making you things, fixing you things, and just… gift giving in general. If he notices you eyeing something for too long, he’s definitely getting it one way or another. Even if it means he has to steal it. Especially if it means he has to steal it.

- likes to listen to you talk while he tinkers with whatever the hell

- he kinda says a lot of offhanded shit that makes it sound like he’s not listening that much, but he’s hanging on your every word

- while shy with a lot of stuff in the beginning of your relationship as time goes by he is quite bold

- holds your hand a lot, likes to just feel your hands in his? It’s easy to drag you in case danger comes, it’s nice to feel your warmth and feel the comfort of you being there. It also helps that physical affection isn’t his go to all the time and it’s not like a huge amount of contact in comparison to hugs. (Not that he minds physical affection with you, though).

- he sucks at apologies, he just makes/tinkers your shit for you to make up for being a jackass. But he will apologize if you two had a serious fight.

- always willing to let go of his ego if it meant you’d forgive him after a serious altercation. But yknow, it would have to be REALLY bad.

- might even make you food as an apology lol very rare since he doesn’t make food for anybody

- likes to kiss you on the cheek a lot, sometimes on the lips but his go to is to kiss your cheek

- he will open up to you, but it takes a very long time. You are the one person he truly trusts and opens up to but it’s usually when he’s having a nightmare or something. He tends to not want to focus on his past, so he doesn’t talk about it. A part of him just wants to forget that was ever his life so as a result doesn’t talk about it to anybody unless he gets a nightmare that reminds him of his torture.

- it also makes it easy that you’re like him and know what he’s been through so, lol.

- hates seeing you cry, will actually beat the shit outta anyone that makes you cry and if he is ever the reason he feels like the biggest asshole in the galaxy

- while it does take him an extremely long time to open up to you, he will encourage you to open up to him. He’s very understanding if it takes you time too, but will be ultimately hurt if you tell the other guardians anything about yourself that he doesn’t know. (Unless you had some history with one of them prior to meeting him cause that would make more sense to him).

- bad at comforting but wants to be the one there for you

- surprise! Rocket actually likes hugging you but you guys never hug because he seems so against it anytime you hug him. He secretly is a big fan

- anytime you compliment him he’s just kinda like “yeah yeah”

- calls you nicknames btw :) “doll” is a favorite one of his. However he also likes classic ones like “babe, baby, hun, honey, sweetie” sometimes even “sweetheart” and likes if you do the same

- nuzzles his face in your neck/chest when he sleeps

- while rocket can be rather selfish at times, he always thinks of you first, or at least tries to. Which is a lot coming from him.

- if you guys had a hammock, he would actually just love lazing around with you two on a hammock

- when you two are sleeping together he’s very cuddly, if you have to get up for any reason at all he starts to growl and tells you not to move

- “rock I have to pee” “not my problem.” “It is going to be when I pee everywhere!” “Ok now you just made it weird.”

- I can imagine before you started dating the two of you were like the bestest of friends lol.

- gets nightmares often about losing you

- tends to.. show off from time to time.. when you first met he showed off how smart he was at making scraps of metal into literal bombs, or how good of a shooter he is, or how good of a pilot he is, etc. he LOVES to show off because he just loves the idea of impressing you

- this also comes from a place of insecurity and just thinking he’s not that great or competent

- yes, he does purr when he’s very relaxed typically when he’s asleep :)

- don’t tell him you heard him tho he will get mad at you for “invading his privacy” lol

- just the biggest softie for you if you give him time and have the patience of a saint

- he’s kinda aware he’s a lot to deal with, and is eternally grateful for your patience and for your love and kindness

- because honestly people being kind to him? Loving him for him? Not something he’s used to. And honestly something he’s scared of, because of how foreign it is to him.

- and also take the fact everyone that ever cared about him has died at some point (like other than nebula, honestly) you can imagine his fear of letting others into his life, especially when he cares about you so much.

- can I just say… boop his nose? He tries not to laugh every goddamn time

- rare moments where rocket is sentimental talking to Peter and is like “idk I just feel happy for some reason” and just looks at you with a lovesick smile and Peter is like… “hmm… wonder why..”

- speaking of Peter he teases the hell outta you two because he genuinely thinks you guys are adorable. Drax does the same. Mantis on occasion, but not as much lol.

- also thor ships you guys too btw <3 like hardcore he is so annoying about y’all LMFAO

- I can imagine y’all playing with eachother like… him just chasing you around on all fours for fun, trying to tackle you to the ground

- kinda reminds him of when he was little, the good times he had, anyway.

- also you taking care of any of his injury’s, no matter how big or small, is cathartic for him. He likes feeling like he doesn’t always have to take care of himself, or be alone. You have his back, you can take care of him for once, you can protect him too. (It certainly helps that the first act of kindness towards him was lyla easing his pain so LOL).

- if he ever has to take care of your injuries, he will. He’s willing to take care of any injury you get, though if he knows it’s not a huge deal he tries not to make it a huge thing. But he tends to.. overreact anyways and gets overprotective and tells you (more like yells at you) to be more careful.

- kinda steals your stuff

- likes an s/o that finds him funny, but also isn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit even if he finds it annoying in the moment, he grows as a person because of it

- when you guys stay in knowhere together, much more time for cuddles since you have your own space to relax

- also way more space for him to chase you around all over the place lol

- also low key being parents to all the little raccoons rocket now has with him… 😪

- he’s started to accept a lot of your kind gestures as you caring for him and being nice to him, instead of it being charity work or because you pity him for some reason, he still gets grumpy when he sees your gifts in his line of sight tho

- Would probably blame himself if you ever got hurt, but wouldn’t utter a word of it to anyone. Would probably end up telling you though because everytime he’d look at you the guilt would increase. Probably resulting in him not looking at you for awhile until you get him to spill.

- also if he ever thought you were dead (perhaps during the blip) again, blames himself hard and cries A LOT. Holds onto any possessions you may have had that were important to you. He makes it his goal to keep them safe for you. Would also wear your clothes quite a bit. Sometimes when he’s about to go to bed he just smells your clothes, and thinks about how much it smells like you and just cries.

- ANGST ASIDE!!!

- what a lovely guy to be with who loves you unconditionally, truly